#connor kenway x male reader

[gaycragula]

A Lovely Hunting Trip

Pairing: Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway x Male Reader Warnings: Suggestive, internalized homophobia a little bit Word Count: 1536 Masterlist

You’d met Connor a while ago. He’d helped you fend off a pack of wolves that had attacked you and your small camp, offered you a place at his ‘homestead’ as he’d called it. And, of course, you accepted. You were in need of a home regardless and having something stronger than a flimsy tent to keep the wolves out sounded wonderful. Of course, it didn’t come completely for free. 

You were a hunter and, along with Myriam, you helped keep the Homestead fed. It was worth it though.

Connor had let you stay in the manor while your home was built. A kind and determined soul, if not a little.. Strange. You’d initially thought he was cold- his answers were always short and he didn’t seem to go out of his way to talk to you. 

But you’d come to realize that it was just how he was. He seemed willing to listen to you as you talked to him, offering small nods and soft hums of acknowledgement to let you know he was listening. 

As such, you found yourself.. drawn to the native. You caught yourself watching him more and more and, on the occasion that Connor pointed it out (because he definitely knew you were staring every time you did it), your face would heat up and you’d profusely apologize for the staring.

Yet, you couldn’t keep him out of your head. Even after your home had been completed and you were no longer ‘living’ with him. He was on your mind almost constantly and you didn’t even know why. It’s not like he’d ever shown actual interest in you. He seemed preoccupied with his duties as an assassin.

On the occasion that Connor did his rounds, checking on everyone, you found yourself wishing he’d stay a bit longer, talk to you a little more.

It hits you hard. You were in love. You were in love with Connor. You were doomed.

Your interactions with Connor get more awkward on your side after your realization. And you can tell Connor notices. He always does. He stands closer to you when he stops by to converse, lingers a bit longer than he normally does..

Is he.. teasing you? You honestly couldn’t tell. It seemed so out of character for Connor to ‘tease’ someone. Yet the way he was doing seemed so.. In character. The thought of it sends butterflies through your stomach.

But at the same time, how do you even approach someone about that? A man in love with another man? That’s just.. looked down upon. But then again, Connor never did care what people thought of him. 

It all comes to a head when Myriam gets ill and you have to ask Connor to accompany you on a hunting trip. It was safer to take two people out. Especially now. Winter was coming, bears were preparing for hibernation, they were going to be a little more.. Ballsy. You and Myriam had run into one once already. 

Thankfully, Connor was willing to join you without many questions. So now it was just the two of you walking through the woods.

It’s quiet between the two of you save for the quiet whistling of the fall wind that will soon bring winter. It’s still chilly as is. You’re wearing some of your warmer clothes, Connor wearing his trademark assassin’s robes which were already warm. 

The leaves are beautiful shades of red and orange. Most are still attached to trees though some have fallen, crunching softly under yours and Connor’s feet. 

You find yourself ‘sneaking’ glances at Connor as you walk, admiring his profile. You don’t think he notices- perhaps a foolish thought on your part. 

You’re pulled from your thoughts by Connor. “You tend to stare a lot,” he says. His voice holds no malice and, in fact, you might even say he sounded amused. 

You feel your face heat up as you look away from him. This was the first time he’s called you out on it. And you know you can’t deny it. 

“Apologies,” is all you can manage. The soft sound of Connor’s chuckle just warms your face more and you make the foolish decision to glance over at him again. 

And you make eye contact with him. 

You nearly trip over a root. Connor stabilizes you with an arm around your stomach and you’re keenly aware just how warm his body feels even through your jacket. You wonder how good he’d feel against your bare skin..

You shake the thought quickly and thank Connor for keeping you from falling face first. Damnit, were you distracted. You barely register that he’s not let you go yet.

Connor’s breath fans over the back of your neck and you nearly shiver, managing to force yourself to keep still. He’s still got his arm around your midsection, his body pressed against your back. 

“You’re distracted,” Connor says. His voice is deathly close to your ear and you just hope he didn’t catch the way your breath hitched. Is he doing it on purpose?

“I don’t mean to be,” you protest. The feeling of him being so close, his musk practically surrounding you has your head feeling fuzzy and your body heating up. He has to be doing it on purpose. 

His lips brush against the shell of your ear and you can feel his smile. It makes your heart beat faster and the man has the audacity to place his hand over your heart. “You’re nervous,” he points out. 

“A little.”

“It’s cute.”

You’ve been called many things in life, but cute has not been one of them since you’d been a boy. And it sends a shiver down your spine. “Thank you..?” You say with a little awkward laugh. 

Connor hums again and you think he’s finally going to let you go. He doesn’t. The hand that’s not wrapped around you covers your eyes. Your body tenses on instinct with the hindrance of your sight. 

“Do you trust me?” Connor asks quietly.

“I do.” You’re almost surprised by how quickly you say it. Almost.

Lips brush against your cheek and you let out a shaky exhale. Your knees grow weak and you’re positive if Connor hadn’t been holding you, you would’ve collapsed. 

“You’re shaking,” Connor murmurs against your cheek. “Relax.”

Relax!? Like this!? With his body pressed against yours, his lips teasing your skin, hand covering your eyes.. That was a lot to ask. 

Still, you try. A shaky exhale and a deep breath in. “Good,” you hear Connor praise quietly. Your heart jumps in your chest with it. That felt nice. 

You let the breath out and, with it, try to force yourself to relax in Connor’s arms. God, you’re in Connor’s arms! You’re finally in his arms. 

A shiver runs down your spine as Connor’s lips press against the skin behind your ear. You take another deep breath and that’s when Connor starts leading you somewhere. Where? Hell if you knew. But you trust Connor, so you don’t question it.

After what feels like hours of walking, Connor finally stops you. He sits you down on something soft. Sand. You can feel it. 

Then, he sits down behind you, pulling you against his chest before finally pulling his hand away. 

He’s brought you to a beach. A gorgeous one at that.

There’s cliffs on either side of you, both lined with trees and their stunning leaves and the water laps gently at the sand a few feet in front of you. The sun is setting, the light reflecting off the water in a stunning show of reds and yellows. 

You glance back at Connor and find him already looking at you, the smallest smile on his handsome face. “Do you like it?” He asks you softly. 

You smile back at him. “I do. It’s lovely,” you respond, matching Connor’s tone as you return your eyes to the scenery. He tilts his head to the side a little before pulling you closer to him. Connor wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder when you relax back against him. 

“I find myself drawn to you,” Connor murmurs softly in your ear. His words bring a fresh wave of heat to your face. He felt the same way.

After a short bit of stuttering, you finally find your voice again. “And I to you.”

A warm chuckle fills the air between you and it brings that familiar feeling of butterflies to your tummy. How you loved the sound of his laugh. “Mayhaps we could spend more time together then?” Connor suggests. He gives you a gentle squeeze that makes you feel oh so safe.

“I would enjoy that.” You’d more than enjoy that. You feel so light, so happy, your body buzzing with a euphoria you’ve not before felt. It’s amazing. 

“Perfect.” You feel a gentle press of lips to your cheek and let out a soft laugh of your own. Who would’ve guessed that Connor was a soft lover. You turn your head to return the kiss with one of your own, letting them brush across Connor’s cheek before pressing against the skin. He’s warm. He’s perfect.

[defectivevillain]

a fateful encounter

pairing: Ratonhnake:ton/Reader (can be platonic or romantic)

reader's race & gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors used.

summary: There’s a sound behind you—a startled inhale of breath. You whip around, only to find a man staring at Lee’s corpse in disbelief. His eyes are shining with some complex emotion as he scrutinizes the body, evidently looking for signs of life. “He’s dead.” You say, your voice sounding a bit raspy. The man takes a step closer and the dim light illuminates his form, revealing brown skin splattered with blood, warm brown eyes, and a hulking form with unnaturally broad shoulders.

Ratonhnhaké:ton finally corners Charles Lee, only to realize someone else has found him first.

word count: 2k | ao3 version

warnings: canon-typical violence, death

author's notes: The reader’s race and gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors are used.

Huge shoutout to @connorhasabigtip, who was nice enough to beta read the fic I wanted to surprise her with. LOLL. Love u <3333 Any remaining mistakes are mine — I've only skimmed playthroughs of this game.

Charles Lee is a difficult man to track down. You’ve been pursuing him for at least a year now—watching him from the shadows, learning of his whereabouts through hushed conversations in the dead of night. Despite his reputation, he is exceedingly slippery. But, finally, after all this time, you’ve finally found him. 

You’ve prided yourself on your abilities and, while Lee is a Templar himself, his skills are no match for yours—not when your stealth gives you the first blow. From there, it’s an increasingly desperate fight: as Lee fights for his life and you fight to spill his blood across the ground. When you finally get him down to the ground, you are quick to stab him through the heart. He has tried to speak several times now throughout your fight, but you haven't given him so much as a moment of your attention. There is nothing worthwhile for him to say, after all. His words are about as valuable to you as the gravel scattered across the ground. 

You crouch over him now, watching the life leave his eyes. He twitches and attempts to grab your knife, which only spurs you to lodge it even deeper in his chest. Blood splatters across his chest and marks your knife, your skin. There is nothing except a hollow satisfaction running through your veins as he promptly slumps on the ground. 

You push yourself to your feet and stare down at him, several different emotions running through you all at once. Your knife is still lodged in his chest; after a moment’s contemplation, you yank it out and hold it in a tight grip. Lee’s blood drips down the glittering blade, coloring the ground below a muted crimson. 

There’s a sound behind you—a startled inhale of breath. You whip around, only to find a man staring at Lee’s corpse in disbelief. His eyes are shining with some complex emotion as he scrutinizes the body, evidently looking for signs of life. 

“He’s dead.” You say, your voice sounding a bit raspy. The man takes a step closer and the dim light illuminates his form, revealing brown skin splattered with blood, warm brown eyes, and a hulking form with unnaturally broad shoulders. You feel yourself taking a small step back before you can stop yourself. He’s wearing the uniform of an Assassin. 

“How?” He asks. He’s staring right at the wound in Lee’s chest, yet it’s as if he isn’t really seeing it at all. 

You stare at the man for a moment. “I killed him.” You thought that would be obvious by now, given the bloody knife in your hand and your proximity to his corpse. Then again, this man doesn’t look to be in the best condition: he’s staggering on his feet and bleeding in several different places. It seems to take him several moments to process your answer; once he does, he’s kneeling down and checking Lee’s pulse. It’s a futile effort: the vacant gloss over his eyes is enough of an indicator. 

“He’s dead.” The man restates, as if needing to utter it aloud. You watch in worried bewilderment as he blinks dazedly, before falling to the ground. He manages to catch himself from completely colliding with the floor, but he looks almost entirely out of it. There’s a sheen of sweat over his skin and you have to wonder if one of his wounds is infected. You swear under your breath. You can’t just leave this guy here, next to Charles Lee’s dead body. 

Huffing in annoyance, you crouch down to get a closer look at the guy. He’s huge —with broad shoulders and a figure that must be at least halfway past six feet tall. How in the hell are you going to get him out of here? You have a small safehouse nearby, fortunately—but it’ll be difficult to get him there. Taking a slow breath, you manage to pull the guy up and get him into an awkward position where his arm’s slung around your shoulders. He seems a little delirious, but conscious enough to not drag his feet and at least attempt to walk with you. 

Indeed, the walk to your safehouse takes twice as long as normal. By the time you’re safely behind closed doors, you can just barely get the guy onto your bed before you’re grasping at your sides and breathing heavily. You’re not sure how long you spend attempting to stabilize your breathing before the man lets out a pained groan and breaks you out of your thoughts. 

Now that he’s still, you can see the sheer amount of damage that’s been done to him. There are scratches and scrapes all over his face, and several worrying bloodstains scattered across his tattered clothing. You bite the inside of your cheek, once again second-guessing your actions. You could’ve left this man where you found him, and no one would have been any wiser. What compelled you to help him? 

You shake your head before focusing on the task at hand: cleaning his wounds. After quickly treating the minor ones, you decide to concentrate on the wound at his side. It’s abundantly clear that he’ll need stitches. You can only hope he’s unconscious enough not to notice the pain. And that must be the case—either that or he’s just exhausted —because he doesn’t so much as flinch when you begin to stitch the rather nasty gash. 

By the time you’re finished, the sun has almost come up on the horizon. What should you do now? You have things to do—you can’t spend your day watching over this guy and abandoning your duties. You contemplate the thought for several moments. Honestly, you can only hope he isn’t a malicious or overly curious person, and that you won’t return to your safehouse to find it torn apart or on fire. After far too many minutes spent in deliberation, you decide to leave him to heal. With any luck, he’ll still be unconscious when you get back. You can decide what to do with him then.  

Fortunately, when you return in the late evening, your safehouse appears unharmed. Unfortunately, you’ve sustained some wounds from your mission—leaving you to walk somewhat unsteadily towards your inconspicuous cabin on the outskirts of the woods. Is the man from last night awake yet? You think you see light peeking from the curtains, but that could easily be your imagination. Your hands trembling, you manage to unlock the door and close it behind you—only for your heart to jump out of your chest as you nearly crash into the man from earlier. 

He appears a lot better, his clothing miraculously (and mysteriously) clean and his posture unburdened by injury. “You healed me. Why?” He cuts right to the chase, staring at you as if trying to discern your motivations from your facial expression. He seems slightly frustrated when you just blink at him. After a few seconds, he must sense that you’re unwilling to answer, because he sighs and abandons the question. There’s a beat of silence as he studies you, evidently noticing the tension written across your shoulders, the blood splattered across your clothes, and the dazed wariness of your gaze. 

“You seem to be doing better.” You remark, not bothering to answer his question. Maybe if you can just slip past him- 

“You healed me.” He repeats himself, making no indication that he’s even heard your prior remark. Is kindness such a foreign concept to him? You don’t have time to contemplate the question before he’s continuing to speak. “Allow me to return the favor.” 

You sigh, knowing you don’t really have a choice. You point him to your medical supplies and take a seat on your bed; meanwhile, the man grabs the supplies and returns to your side, looking at you hesitantly. His hands are extended mid-air, as if he was going to pull up your shirt before thinking better of it. Then he takes a step backwards and averts his eyes, embarrassed. 

Feeling both amused and strangely self-conscious, you tug your shirt up enough to reveal the gash stretching across your side. Your guest seems to relax, crouching down and beginning to clean it off. There’s an uncomfortable tension that settles in the air, filling the cabin with nothing but an awkward silence. 

Finally, after what feels like far too long, the man speaks. “Why did you kill Lee?” He asks, his attention honed in on your wound. Even so, it’s hard not to notice the furrow to his brows. 

“Why were you after him?” You ask instead. Neither of you seem willing to disclose too much, and this conversation is only becoming more circular by the moment. The man seems to recognize this, as his nose scrunches and he looks momentarily bothered. Then he shakes his head and begins to place some ointment on your side. 

“He was a threat to freedom,” he responds ambiguously. 

You study him for a long moment, attempting to discern his intentions. Something about his unapologetic honesty compels you to show him the same. “A spirit guided me to him.” You admit, remembering how the Isu came to you in a dream and implored you to neutralize the threat. 

“... A spirit spoke to me as well,” he admits after a beat. You watch him swallow and reach for the bandages, wrapping them around your waist and securing them tightly. His eyes wander across your form once more—as if searching for more injuries—before he finally stands up again. You didn’t realize how much his proximity was affecting you; now that there’s some distance between you, you feel as if you can breathe again. 

Still, despite your initial skepticism, this man went so far as to help you. He could’ve easily slipped out while you were away, never to be seen again. But something compelled him to stay—to heal you from your injuries, just like you helped him. “Thank you.” You say begrudgingly. He nods and you feel your curiosity returning. “What’s your name?” You blurt out before you can help yourself. 

“...Connor.” He volunteers eventually, after an inexplicable few seconds of silence. You raise a brow and he takes a slow breath, crossing his arms over his chest. “That is the name my mentor gave me.” He explains. There’s a lingering trace of frustration pulling his lips firm. 

“What’s your real name, then?” You ask. The man seems genuinely surprised that you’ve asked, as his eyes momentarily widen before he’s hiding his emotions behind a calm mask. 

He studies you for a moment. “Ratonhnhaké:ton yónkyats.” He then responds, the slightest hint of a quirk to his lips. “My name is Ratonhnhaké:ton.” He supplements. 

Somehow, you feel as if he is showing you a tremendous amount of trust by giving you his true name. “Ratonhnhaké:ton.” You repeat, mimicking his pronunciation. He nods and you feel a smile growing on your own face. You introduce yourself in response, copying the Kanien'kehá:ka greeting he used. 

His gaze is intense as he stares at you. You can only begin to wonder just what he’s thinking. 

“Thank you.” Ratonhnhaké:ton then says sincerely, after several moments of silence. He shifts his balance and crosses his arms again. 

“We’re even now.” You respond with a hesitant smile, gesturing to the bandages around your side. Ratonhnhaké:ton smiles ever so slightly in response. He turns his back, as if ready to depart. You hear yourself speaking before you can think any better of it. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry?” He asks, turning around to look at you imploringly. 

For your village, for your mother. For killing Lee before you could get to him. You settle for staring at him helplessly. Ratonhnhaké:ton seems to sense your thoughts, because he nods knowingly. 

“Charles Lee is dead.” He says, with a finality in his voice that he hadn’t possessed last night. “That is all I could have hoped for.” With that parting remark, the man leaves you to your conflicted thoughts. Even as days pass and your wounds begin to fade, the memory of Ratonhnhaké:ton’s touch remains.

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Some Yandere Connor Kenway/ Ratonhnhaké:ton thoughts:

BRO, THIS SKIN FOR HIM FWJJGJEJFJWJFBEBD

- One of the least sadistic yanderes, he wouldn't hurt you at all and refuses to put a hand on you. Yes he will intimidate you but this man has lost so many people already. He'll kidnap you but he'll at least be gentle about it, knocking you out by slipping something in your food, or just taking you while you sleep.

-Ratonhnhaké:ton is aware of his feelings being wrong, he hates that he was them, but he does succumb to them. At first he doesn't think its so wrong, to follow you home. That ugly feeling doesn't go away. Then he climbs and perches himself on a tree, staring at your sleeping form and even being daring enough to sneak into your room to admire you. His hand gently hovering over you but never touching you, because his conscious is SCREAMING at him about how wrong this is. However, sometimes the guilty feeling can go away. Especially if it involves a romantic interest who he has to scare off.

- Ratonhnhaké:ton isn't a threat to his darling but he is a threat to everyone else. Some templars hold his darling hostage? Biggest mistake of their lives, no one survives the slaughter and he's carrying you back to his home. You're shaking in his arms even though he didn't let you see it.

- He isn't by any means a pushover. Yes, he is sympathetic and understanding but if you try and raise your hand or try to overpower him, he will end up just catching your wrist or he holds you still and he doesn't do anything to hurt you, but he stares you down. Giving you a silent warning that his patience is wearing thin and you'd do well to behave.

- He does present you with various gifts before and after he kidnaps you. Before; you'd find various wildflowers at your door, sometimes some baked good that were made in the town nearby, or any materials that you ever mentioned needing are now there. After, he brings you various souvenirs from his missions and such.

- No one in the Homestead will believe you or your suspicions of Connor, he's such a kindhearted man who has helped all of them, and they might even try to help him get with you. Telling you about how he looks at you, how he'd make a great husband, and how you manage to make the giant assassin nothing more than a shy and stuttering love struck boy.

- Even if you did manage to escape him, he will not give up on you. His heart is yours and yours alone and whether you choose to keep it or break it by resisting his affections, his mind will always be on you.

- He's felt so much despair, anger, and sadness all from a very young age. Even if you hate him, the feelings that you give him are incredibly addicting. He will always find things to admire about you. He loves you, even if it is sick and twisted, and he needs you.

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Family headcanons (meme)

Kinktober Day 15** (x Reader)

Ellie

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Old age + Sleeping headcanons (meme)

Tommy Miller

Family headcanon (meme)

More works coming soon!

II. ASSASSIN'S CREED

Jacob Frye

Out of Touch (x Reader)

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

Hello Stranger (x Reader)

Haytham Kenway

Simple Twist of Fate** (x F!Reader)

Ezio Auditore

A Small Surprise (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

III. RED DEAD REDEMPTION

Arthur Morgan

Bedroom/house/living quarters + Sex headcanons** (meme)

More coming soon/Series in progress!

Bigby Wolf

IV. THE WOLF AMONG US

Cat and... Wolf? (x Reader): Based on these requests.

Have it Your Way** (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Bigby Having a Crush on a Co-worker Headcanons (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

V. THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Some Peace & Quiet (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Sex Headcanons** (meme)

Kinktober Day 23** (x F!Reader)

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Kinktober Day 28** (x F!Reader)

VI. DISHONORED

Corvo Attano

Romantic headcanons (meme)

VII. UNCHARTED

Nathan Drake

Sleep + Sex headcanons** (meme)

Samuel Drake

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Sex headcanons** (meme)

VIII. DEVIL MAY CRY

Vergil

Cooking/food headcanons (meme)

IX. CALL OF DUTY

Russell Adler

Series in progress! (as of November 2022)

More works in progress for Black Ops, Modern Warfare (2019) & Modern Warfare II (2022) characters, will gladly do headcanons and one shots for other characters since I'm motivated

[ragingbookdragon]

The Lantern Lights Of Winter

A Connor Kenway x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1,410 Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Day 6 people! Let’s get that fluff! Enjoy! -Thorne

Winter in New York City sucked, he decided. Actually, that was a terrible choice of words—Winter in New York City sucked because it was cold and wet and no matter how blizzard like the conditions were, she just had to be there today. His father had once mentioned something about the things you’d do for love when he’d seen (Y/N), and at first, he hadn’t understood, but now, he did. And if his father had been anywhere in the area, Connor would’ve punched him because he was right.

           “(Y/N), are you not freezing?” He blinked away a snowflake that landed in his eyelash.

           She huffed a laugh. “Pfft, of course I’m freezing! But who cares!” She tugged his hand harder, almost making him lose his balance. “Come on! Come on! Come on! We’re gonna miss it, Ratonhnhaké:ton!”

            Connor groaned. “Miss what, Otsi’tsa? You still have not told me what it is we are going to.”

           (Y/N) nodded. “That’s the beauty of a secret.” She tossed a cheeky grin over her shoulder. “For me to know, and for you to find out.”

           He sighed as they dodged a puddle of sleet, weaving in and out of the citizens of New York who stopped and stared at the two as if they were insane. He couldn’t blame them because he felt insane for being out in this weather. No one in their right mind would be out in this weather. Usually (Y/N) was the pessimistic one of the couple, but right now, that was his style. Connor wanted to be back at the manor, wrapped in blankets and seated directly in front of the fireplace with her in his arms. He grumbled quietly to himself as she directed him through some back streets, giggling like a madwoman.

           They came out the other side of the alley, directly on the waterfront. Connor was going to lose his mind—he could literally feel the temperature dropping just from being a little over fifty yards from the water.

           (Y/N) paused and looked down the street, then the other direction. “Was it left, or right?” she murmured to herself, then deciding on her own, she pulled him to the left.

           When they came around the corner of the little church, Connor’s eyes went wide in surprise—there were people everywhere. Couples, families, friends, people of every age and color, all gathered together, smiling, and laughing. He felt his heart warm at the sight.

           “Do you like it?” she inquired and when he looked over at her, he saw her eyes, full with joy and expectation.

           Connor nodded, breathing, “It is…beautiful.”

           (Y/N)’s face lit up like the sun and she looked around. “It’s the annual lantern lighting.”

           “Lantern lighting?” he repeated, brows furrowing in confusion.

           She nodded. “Yeah! Every year people gather around and light lamps to lift up into the sky.” Her head titled upwards as she directed her eyes to the sky. “Some people stick tags with handwritten notes on them to the bottom of theirs. Wishes or notes for good fortune through the new year.”

           “What for?” he asked.

           She shrugged her shoulders. “Some think that their wishes will come true if they reach the heavens.”

           Connor was silent a moment, regarding her with curiosity, then he coaxed, “Have you ever written a wish down?”

           (Y/N) nodded, a smile growing on her face. “All the time.” She met his eyes. “When I was a kid I always wrote down, ‘I wish to meet my prince charming’.” Her eyes twinkled with mirth. “I guess mine came true.”

           His cheeks warmed and he was thankful that it was so cold so that the crimson spread across them could be confused as snow-nipped cheeks. Before he could respond, a voice called from a few feet away.

           “As I live and breathe! (Y/N) (L/N)! Is that you?” They turned, seeing an older minister coming their way.

           (Y/N) grinned, pulling away from Connor to pull the man in for a hug. “Reverend Thompson! It’s so good to see you!”

           The reverend hugged her then pulled away, placing his hands on her arms. “Look at you,” he smiled. “I remember when you were knee high to me.”

           She chuckled, nodding at his head. “I guess that’s changed. I’m taller than you are now.”

           He laughed good naturedly and she moved, holding out a hand to Conor. He stepped over.

           “Reverend Thompson, I’d like you to meet Connor Kenway, my beloved.”

           Connor couldn’t help but feel the blooming pride spreading through his chest. He stuck his hand out. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Reverend.”

           Thompson took his hand and shook it firmly before looking at her. “He seems a good fellow, (Y/N).”

           She snorted. “Ah, he is most days.” (Y/N) nudged Thompson in the ribs. “Except on days that end in ‘y’.” The two laughed as Connor flushed darker.

           “Do you have a lantern?” he asked, and she shook her head.

           “Not this time.”

           Thompson turned and waved someone over then handed them one. “Well now you do.” He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a strip of parchment and a piece of charcoal. “Make sure you write a wish on it!”

           He was off in an instant, leaving the two spinning. She glanced at Connor and handed him the paper and charcoal. “My wish has already come true, Ratonhnhaké:ton. You should take the honors of writing your own down.”

           “Are you sure, (Y/N)?” She simply smiled and nodded. Hesitantly he took them, and she turned around.

           “Here, use my back as a surface.”

            She felt him lay the strip of paper between her shoulder blades, but he didn’t move; she figured he was thinking of something, then the sound of scratching reached her ears. He pulled away a moment later and she spun back to face him, the paper folded between his fingers. (Y/N) handed him the lantern and took the paper, tying it to the lantern, then, they waited.

           It took a good few minutes for Reverend Thompson to start the sermon, a quick lesson that love was universal and that the real importance of it all was to gather with those around you despite differences. She smiled, leaning her head on Connor’s shoulder, his arm wrapping around her waist.

           “We are all human in the end,” Reverend Thompson said, snapping the book shut. “We were created from the very ground we walk on and will one day return to it. No matter how rich or how poor you are in life, you will still return to the ground. Our jobs while our spirits are confined in these mortal bodies are to be the lights of guidance and security.”

            He gestured to everyone. “You stand with one another here. Male, female, black, white, old, young, educated and not. What is different then tomorrow or the next day compared to today? What makes today special? Nothing!” He sighed and ended with, “Love. In the end, love is what matters.”

            He smiled. “So lift your lanterns. For the love you have. For your neighbors and strangers. For your family and friends. For your spouses and children. For what has passed and for what is to come. And when you go to sleep tonight and wake up in the morning, use that love for the better. Use it and love those like you would wish to be loved.”

           Slowly, hundreds of lit lanterns ascended into the sky and Connor had never felt such amazement at such a wonder. (Y/N) watched him with a smile, knowing that the awe in his amber eyes would always be a beautiful memory.

           “I have,” he whispered, “no words for this.”

           “Do you like it?”

           He nodded mutely then said, “I love it.”

           She grinned, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I’m glad you do. We’ll come back next year.”

           “We should.” He agreed. “Every year we can.”

           “Hmm,” she wondered aloud. “I guess that means we’ll have to bring two strips of paper to write wishes on.” Pressing her fingers against his spine, she murmured, “So, Ratonhnhaké:ton…what did you wish for?”

           He met her gaze, so full and so loving that it took her breath away. He smiled, reaching up to cup her cheeks. “I wished that you and I would be together forever, (Y/N).”

           She giggled as he rubbed his nose against hers. “You’re so cheesy…I love it.”

           “I love you,” he returned, gently laying a kiss to her lips.

[celestialgaea]

hey I wanted to tell you that I love your works!! Is it possible to ask for a scenario with Haytham having a particularly salty and fearless assistant who often tends to argue with what Haytham says or questions his position as grandmaster? how will our kenway react?

Thank you so much, that makes me so happy! And I am so so so sorry for not uploading this story in a short period of time. I am scolding at myself for this as I had thought that this would’ve been published a long time ago, but school made me very demotivated and dried my well of inspiration. Forgive me if the story is short. Enjoy:)

Pairings: Haytham Kenway x Reader

Warnings: none

It was a very uncommon view you saw yesterday evening. Very odd. Seeing two of the most opposite individuals, what seemed to you, negotiating in a very calm manner. Haytham’s mild expression had been the same every since you had perceived them and it caused you to feel slightly betrayed. As his assistant, his right hand it was a very important -and to you, even religious- principal to assist him with every quest and to get informed of even the slightest detail of every negotiation. Especially when it came to the assassin’s. A blurry uneasyness sauntered into your stomach seeing how the indigenous male was this precise carbon copy of his father, sharing the same facial features it was noticable how his face was frigid and distant from reality. Almost numb. Genuinly opposite from Hayhtam’s face; slight twitches of the eyebrows and nodding his head on every note of his own voice’s melody.

The sight of the two male’s have been haunting and sauntering through the empty and echoeing glass room of your mind, thousand versions of illusionative speech plastered onto them as to what you assumed they had been talking about during the crisp evening.

The muted voices and grumbling hums of Haytham and the assassin were circling around you in a trance as you had been observing Haytham’s behaviour and narrowed your eyes, awaiting the mentioning of the negotiation with the assassin. But alas. He kept his mouth shut and not even a single note nor vibration that exposed his affairs were emitted from his ivory throat. You had kept yourself seated, waiting for everyone’s departure so you were able to have a small talk with the Grandmaster, but that didn’t left you unnoticed as several templars have been gazing at your sitting form for a fraction of a second longer, slightly furrowing their eyebrows at the way your alert eyes were following Haytham’s movements.

‘Ey, (Y/N)!’ Hickey’s sharp and jocular voice made you avert your focusing eyes from Haytham towards Hickey’s smirking face. ‘Ye’ gonna come with us or are ye’ tryin’ to get a higher wage?’ A snorting laugh left his lip at the underlying inappropriation of the joke, leaving you embaressed. You softly cleared your throat. Almost slow-motion like you turned your head back towards the Grandmaster, sneaking a glimps of his motionless face from underneath the curtains of your eyelashes. That was one of the few positive -slightly positive- things about Haytham’s obsession over discipline - He didn’t let his nor the emotions of other’s affect himself, so you didn’t had to worry about receiving a raised eyebrow in regards of the sexual joke about the two of you.

‘Haven’t I dismissed all of you, miss (L/N)?’ His voice was intimidating such as his posture; straight and broadened back with his fingertips pressed against each other, it was resembling that of a ruler.

‘You have, master.’

‘Then why are you still here?’ Your eyebrows were raised in surprise as your head was tilted to the side.

You want to wank yourself, or something?

‘Why where you negotiating with that assassin without informing me?’  He didn’t flinch, not even a slight change of width in his eyes. As if he expected the queston to hit him. ‘I am the one in charge here, so why should I not? And besides; I cannot drag you into every matter of bussiness as it can be quite...nasty.’ And for God know’s how many times you raised your eyebrows again. ‘Practically you have to drag me along into this nasty bussiness because I am your assistant,’ You moved yourself from your seat and walked in a rapid speed towards Haytham. ‘I have pledged an oath, Haytham-’ ‘-That’s grandmaster for you.’

‘Oh sod it, Haytham.’ You cleared your throat before repeating your sentence again. ‘I have pledged an oath. I swore to you and those fuckers to be a true and loyal templar. I have pledged to sacrifice my whole damned life to this order, so why would it matter if I get involved in these nasty things, Haytham?’

‘Listen, Connor and I were negotiating about a matter which is private. He dare not hurt me, I am his biological father, he does not have the guts for it.’ Bullshit. Everything was bullshit. It sounded as if he were trying to convince himself his son wouldn’t kill him rather than trying to convince you.

‘Do you even believe yourself? He is brutal. Timid, but brutal. I’ve seen him  behead someone with only one blow of his axe. He is huge, Haytham. Besides, you may be his father but he sees you as his greatest enemy. You are the one to block his passage towards victory.’

He kept the room silent, only the fuming breath that made your chests rise and fall filled the empty space. Haytham leant back in his chair and caressed his closed eyelids with his fingers’ solid strokes. Even when he sat in silent dispair he was handsome and neat. It was a very rare sight to catch him looking slovenly, even when his day was not going well.

Haytham’s gaze was focused on your face, feeling a slight arousal creep onto him as his orbs kept admiring you with a lingering intensity. Your saltyness and unrequired remarks towards Haytham surprisingly didn’t spoil the service of vast loyalty you provided him with, on the contrary even. He grew fond of your loyalty towards him, and at the pace of a saltened snail in agonizing pain he began growing fond of you. A bit too much fond of you. But in spite of the weak smiles and pained heart that made him recall past love that had been hidden inside a messy stitched heart he received after a futil discussion with you, it made him feel as though you were a married couple with aching love, he neglected all of those feelings. He could not let the burden of your death, which was an inevitable reality as a templar, weigh on his shoulder. You could die any day and any night. Life is not on your side and death is the inevitable repercussion of being handed the curse of life.

‘I am well aware of that, (Y/N). I am well aware.’ He sighed. he stood up and with his hands tied against his back he began strolling until he stood behind you. So close. So near.  ‘But after all,’ His breath hit the nape of your neck, patching the flesh with a humid warmth. ‘He is still my own bloody son.’

[harveywritings92]

father!Connor x Reincarnated! Modern reader!

Burning and calling out for your dad that's the last thing you remembered when the ceiling collapsed and the flames consumed you, next thing you knew you were freezing your eyes looked around wildly as you took in the surrounding area, this wasn't the streets of [city/town], it was night time and you were in a forest?... and it was winter now? Not not possible it was July, you were sure of it! 

*How did I get here?!*

You wondered as you tried to stand but couldn't move you looked to see what was restraining you. and felt your stomach curdled when you saw that you were swaddled in a soot covered blanket next to body of a woman who had her limp arms wrapped securely around your now tiny body, her dead eyes stained with frozen tears as they stared blankly at you it didn't take long for you to register that you were now in the body of a newborn and were very sure this woman is...was your mother.

Struggling between fear and confusion you did the only thing a baby could do in this situation wail at the top of your lungs and hope someone finds you, before a wolf or bear comes around.

Connor's pov 

He was returning to the homestead from Boston after ordering some upgrades and repairs for the Aquila, it was getting colder as the night settled snow crunched under the hooves as they trotted down the road home, when the assassin's nose caught a whiff of smoke in the air, he assumed some hunters had made camp somewhere and kept on route when his ears caught a high pitch scream in the distance, at first he thought it was a fox, rabbit or maybe a cougar? But something didn't feel right about it.

Connor's gut felt twisted as he brought the horse to a stop got off and strained his ears to hear through the wind before pinpointing where the scream was coming from and followed it, the screaming slowly turned into a the wails of a baby, causing the hairs on the back of Connor's stand on end as he quickened his pace to the location. 

There the assassin was met by a sickening sight as his eyes wildly swept over the remains of still smoldering cabin, he felt bile bubbling up in his throat as the smell of smoke and burning flesh invaded his nose triggering visions of his mother's death as his gaze soon landed on the snow covered body of a woman holding onto a screaming infant. 

He stared down at the pair he locked eyes with little one soon Connor eyes started burned with tears as a rogue sob escaped his throat he crouched down and hesitated before his shaking hands gently took the baby from their mother's body, he held the baby close trying to keep them warm as he managed to calmed down investigated the surrounding area, where it became very obvious that the fire was no accident.

Connor eyes noticed a mark on what was left of the walls he ran finger along it felt oily; Bear grease. the fire had started here after someone dumped bear grease around the cabin and lit aflame with the woman and child still inside, the mother's body had marks and what looked like rope stuck to her burns, the fire must've burned through the bindings and she used what all the strength left in her to get her baby out.

Someone wanted them dead, but why? there were footprints leading away from the site; Connor would've followed them, but his concerned gaze went back to the baby who was oddly quiet now and was alarmed at how cold their cheeks felt. The assassin made the wise decision to return to the homestead.

Achilles was not pleased when Connor returned late but his frustration soon turned to confusion and shock when he saw what his student was carrying a baby, his shock was replaced by fear when he noted how blue the child was looking he brought a hand up and felt the their cheek the old man retracted his hand. 

"Give me that child, and go take of your robes and shirt sit near the fire" Connor gave Achilles a incredulous look. "Do it" the old man barked before snapping a Faulkner to wake up and go get Dr. Lyle the sailor was confused until he saw the situation sobered up and ran out of the manor like a bat out of hell,

Connor was sitting in front of the fire place as he watched Achilles take the wet blankets and dress off the baby which turned out to be a girl, and handed the unresponsive child to native man as his mentor showed him how to hold her. a the old draped a blanket over them as they waited those few minutes that passed felt like hours.

 Achilles mumbled to himself wondering what was keeping the doctor, Connor while kept nervously starring at the baby she wasn't as blue looking anymore, but she was still unresponsive it was unnerving, finally the door open and Faulkner and a sleepy Lyle walked in the doctor was immediately on high alert when he saw the baby in Connor's arms.  

"Oh, my what happened?"

"Cabin fire she was the only one alive when I got there."

"Good job at keeping her warm, however she doesn't seem to be breathing too well... may i see her?"

"..."

Connor reluctantly handed the baby over, Lyle carefully held her over his knee and gave her back a few small slaps which caused the native man to jump out of his chair. "What are yo-" the baby suddenly threw up before letting out a wheeze followed a series of small coughs as air filled her lungs, her skin had a more healthier hue now before bursting out crying, doctor White wiped her mouth before handing her back to Connor.

"She was choking the poor thing! must of inhaled a lot of smoke... Your lucky you found her when you did." Connor just hummed as he tried to calm the baby down but failing, Achilles huffed and took her from the young assassin then snapped at him to put his shirt on as he rocked her, the baby instantly quietly down as Faulkner handed Achilles a blanket to cover the baby with. 

While Doctor White was instructing Connor to observe the baby overnight to make she was alright which caused a bit of a stir with both mentor and student. "W-Wait your not suggest that I take care of her?!" the young man sputtered as he awkwardly eyed the baby who seemed more alert now. 

"Well of course, who else?" Lyle hummed Connor started trying to make up excuses why he couldn’t do that! they don't have a cradle, clothes, how was he supposed to feed her? Achilles pointed at his son's old cradle that was stored under a table which also had some old baby clothes inside, and was sure Prudence wouldn't mind helping with the feeding problem, she's been complaining about making too much milk to the other women.  

Connor sighed pinching the bridge of his nose it was clear he wasn't going to win this, he then looked back at the baby who eyes were looking around the den tired and curious, She was small, alone and defenseless he felt his heart throb before sighing. "Alright, I will watch her and will send for help should something happen, thank you doctor." Lyle nodded bidding Connor and Achilles a good night.

[skip through Achilles showing Connor how to dress the baby and put her to bed.]

back to your pov

*What happened?* you thought waking up fully and looking around the room; happy that you were dry and warm, but but exasperated about still being in the dark on where the hell where you were, your e/c eyes scanned the ceiling brows furrowed somehow this room was familiar; you've seen it before, but where? you sighed and struggled to move your head to get a better look around, but your neck refused to move. *damn newborn limbs!* you huffed frustrated as your tiny hand made a fist damming whoever thought it would be a good idea to bring you back as a baby!

The the sound of footsteps and voices talking got your attention. "She's in the library, and didn't make a sound all night." a worried male voice stated, Odd you could've sworn you've heard that voice before, But damn if you can't remember where! the male's voice was followed by a reassuring female voice. "Babies can differ from one and another, I sure she's just fine." Goddamn you knew that voice too! *Just where the hell am I?* you babbled loud and annoyed as the voices were now in the room with you.

"See? she's chatting up a storm now!" the woman's voice exclaimed as a large shadowy figure came into your sight, You felt kind of scared at first at the man's imposing figure before he leaned in giving you a better look at his face ,you jaw dropped in a form of a toothless grimace when you realized who it was. *Holy Shit It's Connor Kenway,* then the second realization *Holy shit I'm in a video game!* of course the only thing that came out of your mouth was an nonsensical babble.

 the assassin hummed at the sound before he carefully took you out of the cradle and presented you to Prudence "Aw, look at you! hello pretty one.~" She cooed with big smile the second she saw you and took you from Connor. *why was she here?* you thought not seeing Connor leave as the farmer sat down in a chair you awkwardly watched the new mother [Hunter's two moths older than you.] lifted her shirt up presenting her breast to you *oh...okay." You probably would've fussed or resisted but your empty stomach gurgled leaving you no choice but to got to town.

[Skip, after feeding time, and 3rd pov]

Prudence was soon joined by Diana and Catherine who were cooing and coddling at the two babies sitting on the couch next to each other as Warren had dropped Hunter off fawned over you too before returning to work, said boy looked down right confused to see another baby for the first time, while You were having an existential crisis about your current situation which the women giggled at as they talked about you two becoming friends, sharing clothes, toys, extra blankets they had for You, however their meeting was soon interrupted by Connor arguing with Achilles. 

"My answer is no, she can't stay here!"

"Funny you didn't have a problem about it last night, old man!"

"Don't be a hypocritical and That was an emergency!"

"Well, this is an emergency as well, someone wants that child dead and I intend to find out who! So until then she stays!" 

Connor's decision as final causing Achilles let an annoyed bellow before seemingly leaving the manor to cool off, there was an a tense silence filled the air as Connor's foot steps came upstairs and he appeared in the library doorway and awkwardly stared at the women who starring stunned at the native man.

 "Ah, I apologize you all had to hear that." he coughed before looking at you and Hunter sitting on the couch you were being propped up by pillow while Hunter was on his belly starring than up at Connor confused while his mom and the women found their voices mainly questions as to how exactly did you come into Connor's care?

If reader is of native decent:

[At First they thought you were his child as it appeared you were a native as well, your skin had a similar maroon tone like his, but at a second glance it seemed getting a bit lighter/darker than his, also you shared no facial features that resembled Connor's what so ever, your hair looked black, but they could see it was falling out and patches of [Blond,Ginger,Brown.] hair was growing back in it's place, and it's type was turning out more [Wiry,Coarse,Curly,Wavy.] then Connor's and you're eyes were [Blue,grey,amber,green,hazel,brown] it became increasingly obvious that you were half or at least have some native in your bloodline.]

English,Hispanic Italian,Asian,African. descent:

It was obvious you weren't his child as your skin was too/had [fair, bronze, marigold, or chestnut ] tones to it and your eyes were [blue/green/gray, black, hazel] and your hair was looking too curly/wavy/straight [red/blond/brown/black hair, and your facial features showed a clear sign you were of [English,Hispanic Italian,Asian,African.] descent... that and the fact Connor would've told at least told one person in town (Norris) that he was seeing someone and was going to be a father, the native man answered as truthfully as he could.

The women's maternal instinct were now on high alert and stated if he was going to be this baby's guardian he was going to need help and started giving Connor child rearing advice and teaching him how to change her nappies, and assured him that they watched her if he had to go on another exposition, Connor thanked them before Diana realize they didn't know what the wee one's name was.

Connor looked down at you for a few moments thinking hard before a ghost of a smile played on his lips. "Y/n. Her name is Y/n." all the women cooed and started greeted you by name, meanwhile  you were reeling in annoyance. "Seriously? " you huffed blowing a raspberry at Connor who blinked before wiped up the drool dribbling down your chin as a result.

*I get reincarnated and you give the same name I've always had, you couldn't think of something cooler?* your e/c eyes glared daggers at hoping he'd hear you; of course he couldn't hear you or your complaints, guess you'll just have to have to live with it, what could go wrong?   

[marshmallow--3]

Marshmallow's Masterlist

[Under Construction]

Readers and Assassins can be read as any gender unless specified.

Fics

Desmond Miles

"On The Run" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Desmond Miles

Edward Kenway

Evie Frye

"Making Love" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Evie Frye

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Jacob Frye

"Morning Sex" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Mirror" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Comfort" [Reader Discretion - murder]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Who's a Good Girl?" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"The Red Tie" [NSFW]

Male!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Submission" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Mothering Sunday" [SFW - vague sex mention at the very end] TW - marriage, motherhood, pregnancy, children

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

Kassandra of Sparta

"Pancakes" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Kassandra of Sparta

"Yassou" [SFW]

Female!Reader x Kassandra of Sparta

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"Connor's First Time" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"Konnorónhkhwa" [SFW] TW - mention of death

Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Reader

"Words of Solace" [Reader Discretion - nudity] TW - mention of death, mourning

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"A Lazy Afternoon" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"Camping Trip" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

Shaun Hastings

Shay Cormac

"Shanties" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Shay Cormac

"A Captain's Welcome" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Shay Cormac

"Midnight on The Morrigan" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Shay Cormac

"Afternoon Delight" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Shay Cormac

Choose Your Assassin/Misc

"Oral" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Assassin

"Home From Work" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Male!Assassin

Headcanons

"Boyfriend or Oversized Cat?" [SFW]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

"Sex with Assassins" [NSFW]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

"Valentine's Day" [NSFW]

(Features Ezio Auditore)

"Valentine's Day" [Reader Discretion - sex mention]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

"Fluffy Moments" [Reader Discretion - nudity]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké: ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

"Jacob as a Father" [SFW] TW - children

(Features Jacob Frye)

"Pregnant" [SFW] TW - pregnancy, children

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

"Date Night" [Reader Discretion - sex mention]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ezio Auditore, Desmond Miles, Edward Kenway, Kassandra of Sparta)

"Date Night" [NSFW]

(Features Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor)

"Adult Musings" [NSFW]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

"Pregnant Sweetheart" [NSFW]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor)

"Underwear" [Reader Discretion - nudity and sex mention]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

"So What Do You Do For a Living?" [SFW]

(Features Kassandra of Sparta, Ezio Auditore, Edward Kenway, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Jacob Frye, Desmond Miles, Rebecca Crane, Shaun Hastings)

"Mothering Sunday" [SFW] TW - motherhood, children

(Features Evie Frye)

"How the Assassins React to Seeing You In Shorts for the First Time" [SFW]

(Features Ezio Auditore, Edward Kenway, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Desmond Miles, Shaun Hastings)

"Ratonhnhaké:ton's Birthday" [NSFW]

(Features Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor)

"Cuddle Aesthetics" [NSFW] TW - mention of children

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

Imagines

Edward Kenway

"Afterglow Banter" [Reader Discretion - sex mention]

Female!Reader x Edward Kenway

"Spilt Rum" [NSFW]

Reader x Edward Kenway

"Surprise" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Edward Kenway

Haytham Kenway

"Exhibition Tendencies" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Haytham Kenway

Jacob Frye

"Daughter of a Templar" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Happy Valentine's Day, Love" [NSFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Fealty" [Reader Discretion - finger amputation] TW: depression

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Hotel Room" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Older!Jacob Frye

"Phone Sex" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Gatecrash" [Reader Discretion - sex mention]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Good Morning" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Lewd Maid" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Welcome Home" [NSFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Day at the Park" [SFW] TW: children, marriage

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Slow and Sensual" [NSFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Older Man" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"First Date" [NSFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Attagirl" [NSFW]

Female! Reader x Jacob Frye

"Home Alone" [NSFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Anvil" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"A Painful Goodbye" [Reader Discretion - injury]

No ship

"Home Sweet Home" [SFW] TW - marriage, children

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Bad Weather" [SFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"I-Spy" [SFW] TW - children

No ship

"Squirt" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Relaxing Night" [Reader Discretion - making out]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Tucking the Kids In" [SFW] TW - children

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Waking Up" [SFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Post-coital Cuddles" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Older!Jacob Frye

Kassandra of Sparta

"Long Night of Passion" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Kassandra of Sparta

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"I Heard You" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"Dirty Dreams" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"Sweet Dreams" [SFW]

Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"Virgin Connor" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

Shay Cormac

"Storm Sex" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Shay Cormac

"A Walk by the Docks" [SFW]

Female!Reader x Shay Cormac

"Penguins" [SFW]

Female!Reader x Shay Cormac

"Shower Cuddles" [SFW]

Reader x Shay Cormac

Choose Your Assassin/Misc

"Storm Fluff" [Reader Discretion - nudity]

Reader x Male!Assassin

"Worship" [NSFW]

Reader x Assassin

"Winter Rain" [Reader Discretion - nudity]

Reader x Male!Assassin

"Childhood Sweethearts" [SFW]

Reader x Assassin

"Relationship Angst" [Reader Discretion - injury]

Reader x Assassin

"Polyamory" [Reader Discretion - sex mention]

Reader x Assassin x Assassin

"Ice Cubes & Blindfolds" [NSFW]

Reader x Assassin

"Eagle Vision" [SFW]

No ship

"Carnival" [SFW] TW - misogyny, catcalling

Female! Reader x Male!Assassin

"Housebound" [SFW]

Reader x Assassin

"Finished Chores" [Reader Discretion - sex mention]

Reader x Assassin

"Train Nap" [SFW]

Reader x Assassin

Conversations

Jacob Frye

"You Did This" [SFW] TW: pregnancy

Pregnant!Reader x Jacob Frye

"The Walls Are Thin, Dearie" [Reader Discretion - sex mention]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Sparring Banter" [SFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Top Hat" [NSFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Which One?" [NSFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

Requests

These are ideas that I submitted to other writers. I want to make this perfectly clear that I am not the author of these and this is in no way me trying to claim credit. Full permission has been attained by each author.

Drabbles

Jacob Frye

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye [SFW] by @assassins-and-hidden-blades

Jacob, Reader and their child are at the park

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor [SFW] by @assassins-and-hidden-blades

Connor tries to babysit Reader's child

Headcanons

How the Assassins react to their child talking back [SFW] by @assassins-and-hidden-blades

(Features Alexios & Kassandra of Sparta, Bayek of Siwa, Altaïr Ibn-LaʼAhad, Ezio Auditor, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Edward Kenway, Arno Dorian, Jacob & Evie Frye)

"Papa, where do babies come from?" [SFW] by @assassins-and-hidden-blades

(Features Ezio Auditore, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Jacob Frye and Desmond Miles)

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Request Info

Fandoms I am currently in/will write for

Overwatch Will write for everyone, see the only stipulations below Tracer/Pharah- Platonic unless reader is gender neutral Winston/Hammond/Orisa- Platonic only

Mortal Kombat I've only played MK1 and MK11 so it's limited to those two games

Assassin's Creed AC 3 AC Black Flag AC Rogue AC Unity AC Syndicate AC Origins AC Odyssey

Fandoms I am not in but will still write for if requested

Call of Duty Modern Warfare

Horror Icons/movies Ask!

Feel free to ask if I'll write for a game/show/movie/etc!!

I will write

FtM!Reader M!Reader GN!Reader Char x Reader x Char Char x Reader Polyamorous relationship Fluff Smut Angst i don't think im very good at it though Ask about any kinks if you're curious!

I will NOT write

F!Reader SA/Non-con Scat Pregnancy Yandere Over the top feet stuff Char x Char

I will reject the request if I am not comfortable writing it ^^

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~ FANFICTIONS ~

- Assassin’s Creed

Revenge Is A Fool’s Game (Connor Kenway x Original Female Character) (Ao3 or Tumblr) 

Born to two Assassins in the Colonial Brotherhood, Eleanor Price was destined for great things. That is, until the disaster at the Davenport Homestead leaves her family in hiding and her parents’ pasts long forgotten. She is determined to find and kill the men responsible for her father’s death, no matter the cost. Revenge may be a fool’s game, but Ellie plays to win. And the prize might just be a blossoming relationship with the boy training alongside her.

- Marvel

Still Breathing (Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character) (Ao3 or Tumblr) (Masterpost)

Six months after the defeat of Thanos, the world is still in chaos. The threat of the Flag Smashers combined with the new headstrong Captain America means it's time for Valencia Zicari to help save the world one more time. But, in doing so, she also has to pick up the pieces of a broken relationship.

- Red Dead Redemption 2

See The Fire In Your Eyes (Arthur Morgan x Original Female Character) (Ao3 or Tumblr) (Masterpost)

Catherine Hays grew up in a picture-perfect, high society family in Virginia. She had her whole life planned out for her and was about to get married to a man she could not stand. When her brother uncovers a murder plot and has to pay with his own life, Catherine decides she can’t continue playing along. She takes control of her own destiny and goes south to a pretty little town called Blackwater.

~ ONE SHOTS ~

- Apex Legends

It’s Always Been You (Bloodhound x Gender Neutral Reader) (Ao3 or Tumblr)

- Assassin’s Creed

Give Me Love (Connor Kenway x Original Female Character) (Ao3)

Death Doesn’t Discriminate Between the Sinners and the Saints (Connor Kenway x Original Female Character) (Ao3)

- Dragon Age

Wait For Me to Come Home (Alistair Theirin x Female Cousland) (Ao3 or Tumblr)

- Mass Effect

I’m Scared (Kaidan Alenko x Female Shepard) (Ao3 or Tumblr)

Now That It’s Over (Kaidan Alenko x Female Shepard) (Ao3 or Tumblr)

- Overwatch

Old Shadows and New Beginnings (Gabriel Reyes x Female Reader) (Ao3)

~ DRABBLES ~

- Assassin’s Creed

Frye Twins Training Sessions (Frye Twins - NO ROMANCE) (Ao3)

I Happen to be Saving Your Arse (Frye Twins - NO ROMANCE ) (Tumblr)

Secret Hidden Talents (Frye Twins - NO ROMANCE) (Tumblr)

One Rainy Night (Connor Kenway x Female Original Character) (Ao3 or Tumblr)

Snowflake On Your Nose (Connor Kenway x Female Original Character) (Tumblr)

Things You Said When You Thought I Was Asleep (Connor Kenway x Original Character) (Tumblr)

- Dragon Age

Keep Your Eyes On Me (Cullen Rutherford x Female Trevelyan) (Ao3 or Tumblr)

Helpless (Dorian Pavus x Male Trevelyan) (Ao3)

- Mass Effect

Things You Didn’t Say At All (Kaidan Alenko x Female Shepard) (Tumblr)

You’d be a Sexy Pirate (Kaidan Alenko x Female Shepard) (Tumblr)

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For Assassin's Creed hc how would the Connor Kenway, Jacob Frye, and Ezio having a pletonic relationship with a fellow assassin who is younger then them and is a medic in training?

Just strictly pletonic yandere with a female assassin

AAAH, THANK YOU FOR MY FIRST AC REQUEST!!

Platonic Yandere! Connor:

- No because Connor has dad vibes or at the very least, protective older brother vibes and that is EXACTLY how he'll be with you.

- Maybe you joined the Brotherhood and he took you under his wing or maybe he was assigned to be your teacher but either way, he will always be nearby and watching you just to make sure you are safe.

- He will also help educate you in your medical education as best as he can, introducing you and getting you familiar with helpful plants that have medical uses and such.

- He also insists on being the one to teach you how to fight properly because even though he knows your main focus is healing and helping injured assassin's recover, he'd never forgive himself if he allowed something to happen to you. Don't worry, he's a gentle teacher who eases you in and has a lot of good advice.

- He has killed people for you. Templars who tried sneak you or drunken men who tried to hit on you. When you panic and ask him why he did that, he says that he had no other choice. You think that maybe he could've just knocked them out, tied them up somewhere and left them, but...it IS Connor. He usually chooses the most peaceful and diplomatic options.

- Maybe...maybe you're overthinking it. After all, Connor would never lie to you...right?

Platonic Yandere! Jacob:

- You definetly meet Jacob when he's brought in by the Brotherhood with some new injury he got that was probably from doing a stupid stunt. Either way, it's not too bad and it was good practice.

- He's a fun and lovable guy, honestly. He's cracking jokes and making you laugh and asking about how long you've been with the Brotherhood. You feel relaxed with him, he's so much more casual than other assassins and you're more drawn to him.

- He lets you hang around him and the Rooks, all of them love you like a little sister and are always happy when you come around. Sometimes Jacob calls you in if one of them needs to be patched up and he jokingly says that maybe instead of the Brotherhood, you should just work as a healer for him and his gang.

- You laugh it off and so does he but he's actually deadly serious about it. Jacob isn't gonna act like the Brotherhood is all peachy and perfect because they're assassins and some of those heartless bastards wouldn't feel any guilt leaving you behind on a mission or something, but...if you worked for him, you'd be much more safer. Everyone loves you, everyone adores you, and everyone (especially Jacob) would ensure your safety before their own.

- Most definetly has started fights over you, like some drunk tells you that you'd be a better whore than a medic and Jacob loses his mind, both Evie and Henry and even some other rooks have to pull him back as he beats the man shitless for saying those things about you.

- He kinda treats you like a kid, which is ironic because he hates being treated that way himself by older Assassins and Evie, but he can't help it. You're still so innocent to this world, too innocent to even be an Assassin, so just leave it to Jacob and keep everyone happy with that adorable smile of yours, yeah?

Platonic Yandere! Ezio:

- NO BECAUSE HE'D THE W O R S T OUT OF THESE TWO AND MORE NOTICEABLE AS A PLATONIC YANDERE. ESPECIALLY IF YOU REMIND HIM OF HIS BROTHERS IN ANYWAY, SHAPE, OR FORM.

- You'd be way too star struck to notice it, though. After all, you're meeting THE Ezio Auditore! AND HE SEEMS TO NOT BE ANNOYED BY YOUR INEXPERIENCE LIKE THE OTHER ASSASSINS.

- Unlike Jacob he won't deter from being an assassin and he'll also teach you to defend yourself like Connor but you just fill in a gap in his heart that he thought would always be empty after what happened to his family.

- You start to notice his yandere tendencies when an Assassin snaps at you because you might've done something wrong and Ezio just threatens them with death straight up. He charms his way out of it but the even still kinda lives in the back of your mind.

- NO BECAUSE BOTH TEMPLARS AND ASSASSIN'S FEAR YOU. Because if a Templar captain sees his troupes bring in an Assassin Prisoner and it's YOU, the captain will start crying as he asks his men if they know what they've done. Other Assassin's have seen the injuries Ezio has given to those who ALLOW you to get hurt and for that reason, you are to stay close to them at all times for fear they might meet the same fate.

- Depending on which Ezio we're talking about, he'll literally make it so that you're always under his protection and that he can always have his eye on you.

- Bonus thing: he does not trust boys, given his background and how he played with women, he'd much rather choose one of his own assassins that are your age than risk having you get your heart broken, he's a good dad that way.

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Shy love (Connor Kenway x reader)

It was one of those days when Connor came home with a sad look on his face and right after he found his bow stormed off to the forest.  You as his fellow assassin could figure out what probably happened. The bear-like, kind-hearted male was really self-conscious and it didn't really help him when he tried to court some lady from town. He was very romantic and all, he wanted to feel something deeper than friendship. But Connor, being shy and also a native, never seemed to have luck with the girls. He told you about that a couple of times, but you couldn't offer him any tips in this case.

You could only imagine how badly he was rejected again. With a deep sigh, you decided to wait sometime before going after him. Exactly an hour passed, so you grabbed your cutlass sword and hidden blade. Only having a slight idea where he could be you began your search at Achilles' grave. He wasn't there. Nor at the river or out in the nearby forest. He could be easily just hiding from you, he might need more time. You headed back to the manor when somebody from above called your name.

"I'm here (y/n)..." It was Connor, he sat at the edge of a cliff his legs carelessly dangling in the air.

"Oh god, Connor I thought I'll never find you today" You sighed and with a swift move climbed up next to him.

"If what I'm thinking of happened just come home, we can talk about it"

"We talked about it already" he murmured, his hand over his mouth a bit as he rested his elbows on his knees.

"She probably wasn't your future wife, there is a girl out there only waiting to meet you"

"But where?"

You couldn't answer to that, lifting his mood was harder than you thought.

"Even Achilles said" he uttered silently again "it's better to be a Spaniard than to be a native in these times"

"I think your future lover will not care about your skin color at all" you gently grabbed his copper tanned hands. "Go back to the manor and forget about this for a while. Don't try to court someone this hard, at the right place and at the right time you'll meet your true love"

"But isn't this what men do at my age? Court... ladyes?" His puzzled look told you everything. He wanted to follow the traditions that colonial man brought with them from overseas, he badly wanted to fit in.

"You are not like the most man and now hush. Go home."

Connor shrugged like you didn't answer his question at all and jumped from the cliff then helping you down like a true gentleman. His mother taught him to respect woman, however, his efforts mostly went unnoticed. But not for you.

The walk back was nice, you talked with Connor about everything except his recent problems, trying to make him forget for a while. Both of you agreed that resting for a few days wouldn't hurt, the revolution almost ended and your help wasn't needed that much anymore.

Days passed in peace. Connor found himself not caring about the girls from town anymore, however, a new love made his heart heavier than ever before. It was because of you. He found himself adore your presence more than anything after you spent more time together. Your laugh, your smile, the way you talked to him made him flutter with butterflies in his stomach. No other (girl/boy) made him feel like this. Finally, somebody accepted him as he were. His problem was only his fear of rejection. Your rejection. While looked like you had a good time with him, you never showed any signs of something deeper than friendship. You might not like him at all.

However, he was wrong. You wanted to have a romantic relationship with Connor since the first months after you met. But he seemed to have a greater interest in other girls more than you.

Connor couldn't make himself to take the first step until Myriam caught him off guard one day. Well, he was sitting on a fence admiring you, while you brushed the horses nearby, unaware his presence.

"Arent you staring at (him/her) Connor?" The huntress sneaked on him with a sly grin.

Connor jumped slightly but remained on the fence, his embarrassment was obvious.

"No, I'm not..."

"Yes, you do." Myriam laughed. "But it's alright."

"You think so?" Connor didn't expect an answer like that.

"Yes, if you admit your feelings to (him/her)."

"No way!"

The woman seemed to enjoy the situation.

"I think (he/she) likes you too."

"What?"

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The weather turned colder, the landscape became withe with snow coating it. This winter was harsher than the one before, you felt that deep in your bones every time you stepped out trough the door. Staying inside was a better idea, and Connor agreed with you for once, since the cold didn't bother him that much and somebody had to hunt for food every day. But now you made an exception and stocked up everything at home in reach.

Connor grew more frustrated over the seasons, now he was sure what he felt was love, nothing less. He delayed his confession from day to day but staying close to you all day without any kind of touch that he desired. He had to know the truth. Could you be able to like him back?

"(y/n)?" One day he finally decided to speak up about his inner battle with love.

"Yes, Connor?" You were sitting on the couch, reading a book about ancient assassins. Altair, one of the greatest masters of the Creed, seemed like a spectacular fighter and leader. Wonder, if he was your ancestor or not?

"Uhm, can we talk about something?"

"Of course, always. You know you can discuss anything with me any time."

"Well, this might be something different than we used to talk about." He sat down next to you, hands clutched together nervously.

"No problem, just go on."

Connor took a deep breath. Now or never, he should just say it out loud and be done with it. Right? Whatever happens. Slowly his palms became sweaty while a snowstorm raged outside.

"Are you alright?" You asked him, seeing his skin getting tinted by the color red and his slightly shaking posture scared you. "Are you sick?"

"No, I just..." Say it, say it, say it. "reallylikeyouandthatsall."

"What?" Pure confusion settled onto your features. "Please repeat that, but be slower."

Now he has to say it again, Connor thought, once was more than enough.

"I... I just really... like you and that's all." At this point he was ready to leave, standing up from the couch and turning away.

"Wait, Connor, wait." It took you a moment just to realize what he said. You tossed the book aside and grabbed the mans upper arm before he could escape the room. "You can't leave me alone with this information. You meant what you just said?"

"Y... yes, why else would I said it?" He avoided your eyes.

"Since when?"

"Spring I think."

"That's a long time, why didn't you tell?"

"Because..." Connor finally looked at you a bit desperately, trying to seek out your answer from your mimics. "... I thought you'll reject me. Like the other girls did."

You smiled, then gently cupped his cheeks.

"I would never do such a thing, I love you, Connor."

"Konoronhkwa (y/n)..."

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Konoronhkwa = Love you

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Updated Masterlist

This is the updated 08/02/2019 masterlist! Hopefully that will help any newcomers decide how recent this is. If there are any problems, do let me know! I’ll put them all under the cut. 

Also, you can also tell which works are older; don’t pay them any heed if you don’t like them; I’m cringing just as much as you might be, haha.

Also, feel free to reblog this post, since apparently posts with links don’t show up in the Tumblr search :)

Another important notice: If you want to be tagged in any fics, be it type of fic or any character or series or fandom (although there are only two lol), let me know :) I’m thinking that tag lists would be a good idea, so if that’s something you guys are interested in, drop an ask :D

Bullet Points indicate two shots (An extended oneshot)

@assassins-and-hidden-blades Complete Masterlist

Assassin’s Creed

Oneshots

A New Mission (Ezio Auditore Da Firenze x Spanish!Reader)

Babysitting (ModernAU!Connor Kenway x Reader)

Comfort (Ezio Auditore Da Firenze x Reader)

Confessions (Arno Dorian x Reader)

Death and Danger (Ezio Auditore x Twin!Reader)

DON’T BE A BABY (JACOB FRYE X READER)

Don’t Be a Baby (Sick!Jacob Frye x Reader)

Don’t Be a Baby: The Sequel (Jacob Frye x Sick!Reader)

Don’t Care (Ezio Auditore x Male!Reader)

Don’t Hate the Player, Hate the Game (Jacob Frye x Reader)

DOWN UNDER (JACOB FRYE X READER)

Down Under: Part One Down Under: Part Two

Hai Scelto Me (Ezio Auditore Da Firenze x Reader)

Helping Hand (Connor Kenway x Reader)

Hold On (Jacob Frye x Reader)

Hunted (Shay Cormac x Reader)

Liar (Ezio Auditore Da Firenze x Reader)

Lost (Connor Kenway x Reader)

Meglio (Ezio Auditore Da Firenze x Reader)

Miracles (Jacob Frye x Reader)

Through The Ages (Jacob Frye x Reader)

Two Reasons (Evie Frye x Female!Reader)

White Noise (Connor Kenway x Reader)

Headcanons (Some Specified in Fic)

Being Ezio’s Twin Sister Would Include...

Modern!Altair and Lazy Days Would Include...

Being Mary Read/James Kidd’s Twin Sister Would Include...

How the Assassins Would Teach Their Child To Climb

How the Assassins Would React to Their Child Talking Back

How the Assassins Would React to Their Child Becoming the Leader of a Gang

How the Assassins Would React to Their Child Being a Talented Artist

Jacob Frye Flangst Headcanons

Drabbles

Edward Kenway’s First: Fight, Kill, Sparring Match

Jacob Frye and his S/O’s Child Fall Over

Random Scribbles

Wishful Thinking

Brave Advances (Can be read as a sequel to Wishful Thinking)