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[twistedgameswewrite]

I need to tear that man apart with my teeth(/pos)

[howtotrainabraincell]

Head Cannon bc I can - What kinds affectionate the different assassins would be - Part 1

Ezio Auditore da Firenze - The Lover of Love. Family man very affectionate/grew up in a loving closely knit family/family oriented/notices little things/sweetheart with a side of spice/he reminds me of the hot tamale candy lol spicy AND sweet at the same time bc he can be a cinnamon roll one second and then become the oven that you PUT the cinnamon roll IN. He seems like he would play the lute for you the few chords that he learned when he was younger that is, and he MIGHT sing but don't count on it haha. Man wrote some real nice letters when he was older so I bet he would try his hand at love letters no matter which Ezio you prefer, and they would be sweet. Loves to give hand kisses whether they be sweet or steamy. Often comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you in a hug, and imo LOVES it when you rake your fingers through his hair gently scratching his scalp. Would instantly be down bad for someone who cooks Italian food for him because it makes him feel loved and cared for.

Bayek of Siwa - The Kind Lover. Proud affection/"look at how awesome my partner is I worship the ground they walk on"/offers an arm for escort/is not afraid to hold your hand/great at letting people know where they stand and setting boundaries so no one will be confused about who he has feelings for. Very attentive and notices the little things/can kick ass and then some but is so gentle and sweet with the one he loves (no one touches a hair on their head or disturbs the air around them or so help him Anubis...) /great at communicating and is not afraid to talk about feelings. Have a feeling that he enjoys fresh baked bread and anything sweet he can get his hands on, and also loves to share them with his love. NO ONE can tell me that he doesn't take good care of the person he loves because man is a sweetheart protector and dang good provider. Forehead kisses are a big thing with him, where he gently cradles your head to do so, and lots of eye contact when he tells you that he loves you.

Edward Kenway - The Cheeky Pirate. sexual tension/handsy and cheeky but will stop if you're uncomfy/he knows when to behave/won't hesitate to smooch you to the ninth realm and back if someone looks at you like they want you/ have a feeling that he is BIG TIME into holding his partner in front of him at the wheel and steering the Jackdaw (letting them drive but not really)/spoils his loved one rotten any chance he gets (even if it is stolen lol)/will probably make you his co-co-captain alongside Adewale.

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway- The Respectful Lover. Not really one for PDA but you'll know that you're loved by him/does gush about you to people from his tribe and everyone at the Homestead knows he's DOWN BAAADD (the tribe elders have predicted a wedding date lol bc they know that he'll marry you. Definitely teaches self-defense and fall in love 5,000 times harder if they made an attempt to learn Kanien'keha/if they love animals and nature, he again will worship the air they breathe. If you cook for him especially recipes from his tribe, he'll probably get emotional because they remind him of home, and he would be head over heels in love with someone who was open to learning about where he comes from and the ways of his people. If you defend him when someone is rude to him (despite being well able to defend himself as we all know) he will feel protected and loved, which he's rarely felt in his life since his mother.

Jacob Ethan Frye - The Sweetheart. Makes his partner feel valued ESPECIALLY as a woman because he's not a typical 19th century man who's all "women's place is in the home having babies and cooking and cleaning". He WILL LISTEN TO YOU and also put great faith in your opinion/cheeky and very flirtatious/can get flustered if partner matches his energy though lol/ something tells me this man LOVES and is WHIPPED for domesticity he's had a crazy, dangerous life with too many near death experiences to count at only 21 years old and while he would still be the chaotic cinnamon roll you fell in love with the Rooks and fight club and all he would love to come home to peace and calmness. If you cook/bake for him he will literally turn into a bottomless pit he LOVES IT though it will sometimes start sibling squabbles between him and his older sister because she loves your cooking too haha. Also teaches self-defense but will get flirty with you real quick so it's probably best to learn from Evie lol. VERY genuine and he means every loving word he says and every touch he gives. Protective of you and will throw hands if someone disrespects you. He also loves to make you laugh and tell.me.WHY I am so dang sure that he LOVES it when you play with his hair especially if you scratch your fingers lightly against his jaw and the scratchy whiskers he has there.

Desmond Miles - The Lonely One. Proud as well/total gentleman with sexy swagger lol/loves to take you out on his motorcycle/loves it when you come visit him at work because he'll be doing his job and look over to see you which makes him instantly happy/TOTALLY shows off his bartending skills and winks at you while doing it being a total flirt/ love language without a doubt is quality time and physical touch. Man is VERY affectionate imo because he's touched starved and most likely lonely (even with the Animus he still wants you because you comfort him). If you defend him from Shaun when he's being annoying or pushing him too much or clap back at the male half of his DNA, he will literally love you forever. Man is FERAL for a significant other that will defend him and care for him the way he wasn't all those years alone.

Altair Ibn La'Ahad - The Reserved Soldier...who's Smitten. Doesn't do PDA most that might happen is an arm offered for an escort or a hand on the waist to push you behind him/will kiss you on the cheek before he goes off on missions the same way he does the rest of the members of the Brotherhood (even if you're not part of it) while saying to you in Arabic "Safety and Peace my darling". Shows affection by smirking at you when you're flustered and acting as your intimidating AF bodyguard/in private tho...he's very amorous and loves having physical contact with his partner. Totally the type to lie there and rest with them or lazily kiss and hug. Not averse to showing that he loves you in public or declaring his love because he does love you very much, he just wants to protect your honor and avoid anyone (read: MALIK) heckling/harassing the both of you about being lovers. You are for his eyes and his eyes only whether it be hand holding, kissing, or various other things that he often thinks about...

Arno Victor Dorian - The Hopeless Romantic. Very affectionate also from being lonely and touch starved/not afraid to show his love for you in public. He DEFINITELY writes you love letters that are just - SIGH. He has a way with words and just pours everything into the letters he writes you, what he loves about you and why, how much you mean to him, how he would do anything for you. He's a hopeless romantic and when he falls in love he falls HARD and gives the one he loves everything (cue traumatic flashbacks of a certain ex-now deceased red haired lover of his). I think he would be SO in love with someone who noticed the little things about him and took care of those things. If he's sleep deprived? You let him sleep in and fix him breakfast in bed. If he's lonely while working? You sit with him wherever he is and read/ write/look out the window and watch Paris silently comforting him with just your presence. If he forgets to eat? You fixing him something delicious to eat and bringing it to him giving him a kiss and words of encouragement. Bringing him tea/water/coffee/hot chocolate while he's working. Would definitely spoil you with treats from the Cafe and if you work there, he'll drop by every so often to give you a sweet quick kiss. I think he would also show affection by helping you get ready in the morning and take this the way you wish...but he's really good with corset laces, buttons, and layers upon layers of fabric. He's thoughtful and sweet taking time to think about you (even though he barely thinks about himself). Will legit protect you with his life he refuses to lose you and will do anything to keep you safe. He loves to have slow relaxing days with you to have a moment away from his normally stressful life. You pulling him away from his work for distraction or holding him when the Council annoys him is always welcome. You will definitely know that he loves you with everything that he has.

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a fic about how different Assassin’s cuddle? Your main bunch is fine

btw I love your writing, I’ve been re-reading your stuff and it has me kicking my legs and giggling like a school girl

have a great day!

Oh of course! Thank you so much for reading and supporting my writing 😄 and I love that comparison, making me giggle like a schoolgirl too 🥹💞

a/n - I’ll add as many of the leads as I can so everyone gets some love

Masterlist 11

Altair

The type who says he doesn’t like cuddles but absolutely does! Likes being the big spoon to where he feels protectively wrapped around you

Ezio

Kicking, clicking his heels and twirling his hair! Yes please, absolutely, bene bene! Any excuse to kiss you more

Desmond

Lover boy who likes laying on top of you cause if you’re cuddling, you’re not going anywhere!

Connor

Likes to cuddle with you on top his chest and those large arms wrapped around you

Arno

Did he hear you right? You wanna cuddle 🥹 with him? Yes please cherie!! Any type of cuddle where he can admire and kiss you

Jacob

A whole teddy bear cuddler, with a scruff that tickles you, who also lets his lips and hands and mind wander 😉

Evie

First it starts off as reading together as some down time but then evolves into cuddles when the book is less interesting than you 💕

Haytham

Thinks he’s too dignified and above cuddles but the second you thread your fingers through his hair, it’s immediate defeat and he wants to just hold you

Basim

You are LOCKED IN!! Even if you try to move, Basim will whine if you try to pry out of his arms

Shay

Cuddles are an excuse of his to be as flirtatious as possible, even letting those hands wander 😏

Kassandra

Sometimes you need cuddles, sometimes she does too; cuddling face to face is a more intimate preference

Eivor

Warm and toasty cuddles 🥰 completely submerged under all the furs and blankets

Aveline

She’s a sweet cuddler that likes to leave little kisses here and there when you start to doze off

[yourinnerdemon]

Ok gang I kinda didn't wanna say this but it seems like i kinda do

CAN YALL HIDE YOUR SMUT?!

like im trying to scroll through the fluff tag and then I get flash banged by a smut that doesn't have a read more LIKE BRO I DON'T WANNA SEE THAT

and can we also remember that there are minor's on this app?

Edit: so I just realized I got WAYYY to aggressive with this post so here’s a follow up, can you guys please start tagging your fics correctly, if you don’t know how look it up or if I get enough people in my inbox asking me how I’ll drop a post on how to correctly tag your fic.

Another thing I would like to say is that if you don’t agree with something someone says don’t harass them, I’ve had so many people go to my inbox and just leave messages about how my writing sucks or about how I’ll never make it in life so at this point I feel like I’ve said something controversial.

anyway I hope all of you have a great day even if you agree or disagree!!!

[paintsplantspaws]

felt this made this

[kiatheinsomniac]

hi kia :) are you doing ok? i hope you are queen 💃 I was wondering if you could write how the assassins (altair, ezio, connor, arno, jacob) would react to a reader who suddenly passed out after standing up too fast 😭 it happened to me yesterday and it made me laugh so hard afterwards like thats the goofiest way to pass out ever 💀 iron deficiency queen 👏

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: bestie mood. i stand up too quickly and immediately go semi-blind and have to lean on things for support lol 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: altaïr, ezio, ratonhnhaké:ton | connor, arno, jacob 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

｡･:*˚:✧｡ altaïr ibn-la'ahad

♡ he's got the fastest reflexes you've ever seen, he's lunging to catch you so you don't fall or hit your head. He immediately checks that you're still breathing and will cup your face in his hands and give firm pats to your cheeks while talking loudly to you, trying to pull you back to consciousness

♡ when he finds out why you've passed out, he's immediately reprimanding you and sending you to go and eat enough nutritious foods.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ ezio auditore

♡ he wasn't quick enough to catch you yes this is based on how quick you have to be to interact with the game or you don't get to hug Leonardo sobs but he does immediately check you over for injury, your head being the first he checks. He lays you on your back with your head in his lap as he waits the few moments it takes for you to return to consciousness

♡ he immediately begins to ask how you feel and if anywhere hurts and wants to know if you're sick or if you've been eating or drinking enough. He'll pick you up bridal style and cook you a meal himself if it's older Ezio but younger Ezio will lay you down somewhere cosy while he sends for a servant to cook for you.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ ratonhnhaké:ton | connor kenway

♡ he won't show it but he panics. He's watched his village be burned to the ground as a child and his life's work revolves around killing people so when he sees you drop to the floor, his first though isn't that you've fainted but that you've died.

♡ he soon gets over that moment of gut-wrenching panic though and comes to his senses, immediately checking you over for injury, checking your temperature and your breathing. He sets you down somewhere comfortable, assuming you're now on your way to bruising from hitting the ground. He makes sure that you get plenty to eat and drink, trying to use the most nutritious ingredients he can for you.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ arno dorian

♡ another one who panics due to childhood trauma: when he sees someone laid on the floor like that, for a moment, that awful memory of his father flashes before his eyes. He's not so good at hiding his concern as Connor is though. The panic is evident in his voice as he calls out to you and dashes to your side.

♡ Arno knows to make sure that you haven't hit your head or anything and he sets your head in his lap while he waits for you to regain consciousness. When your eyes do open again and you look up at him, you'll see teary eyes and shaking hands on him. But he's just relieved you're ok. You'll get a very pointed tongue-lashing from him following by him insisting on making sure you're well-fed and hydrated

｡･:*˚:✧｡ jacob frye

♡ with quick reflexes and his very extroverted personality, Jacob is either fast enough to catch you or surrounded by some Rooks who he can call to so they can break your fall if he's too far. His first worry is that you're overworking yourself so he makes sure you get a break from work

♡ cannot cook to save his life so he's had to go out and order food to bring back for you (or he's begged Evie to cook for which he now owes her many favours) but he insists that you eat and drink well to recover

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[yasashii-leaf]

Hii!!! I love your arts, especially the Jacob Frye x Y/N ones. Can you please do more Jacob Frye x grumpy!Y/N? I love the grumpy x sunshine trope🖤🖤🖤

L'une de mes Dynamique de couple préféré !

[wyyvernn]

A/n: thought i would do these for my favourite assassins/templars since i did them for Castlevania. Maybe I'll do them for others

✧･ﾟ: Masterlist :･ﾟ✧

How they kiss you - Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor), Haytham, Jacob, Evie, Shay

Ratonhnhaké:ton

Slow and sweet, like calm waves licking the shore or gentle spring winds flying through leaves. His arms are warm around you, heat seeping through his palms as they grip your waist. Sometimes you can feel his hesitance, how his lips barely touch yours, like you're glass and he's afraid to break you. The rough pads of his thumbs feel like a feather sweeping over your soft chin, though - tentative but endearing.

Haytham

Slow, deep and confident, each kiss from his lips feels expensive and so intoxicating like rich red wine. His palms press ever so slightly against your neck, thumbs cradling your jaw as he tilts your face up towards him. His lips curl as he feels your pulse quicken beneath his fingers, even more so as he pulls away, enjoying the hot flush he brings to your skin and the way he leaves you wanting for more.

Shay

Short, fast and a little playful, Shay takes your breath away everytime. Always quick and always eager, as if he wants to steal all of your attention before someone else does. Sometimes during calm nights on the seas, he likes to take you in his arms and slow dance at the helm of his ship beneath the stars, even as you protest and shy away. He simply laughs and presses an apologetic kiss to your forehead, asking you to suffer a silly moment with him.

Jacob

Wild and passionate, you can never get Jacob to sit down, but when he does, he's gathering you into his lap, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck, your collarbone and sometimes...much lower. Many times have his rooks walked in the midst of your...activities, and on more embarrassing occasions, his sister too. Although, not once has he let it bother him or that smug grin.

Evie

Adoring and gentle, Evie leaves you feeling protected and treasured. You take great pleasure in her affections, in the times that her elegant fingers caress your cheeks, and how her perfect lips brush over your knuckles like the softest of silks. Every act she inflicts on your body is pure and heavenly but it feels so sensual and sinful, as if her touch shouldn't feel this good. Regardless, you soak up everything she gives you.

[hoodedboy79]

Hey. I just saw your post of the idea to write about Assassins Creed. It’s lovely to see someone who would write about the Assasins, like Bayek (he doesn’t get enough love). I don’t have anything particular in mind but I’d love to see some/or reactions of some kind of Bayek, Arno and/or any you feel comfortable with. Have a nice day :))

Being Best Friends With Them: Bayek, Arno & Jacob.

Just to start off with I'm sorry this took so long for me to do but I've got major writers block atm so these might be ass but I tried. Also Arno might be extra ooc cuz I only brought Unity a few days ago when it went on sale and haven't done more than the beginning yet so apologies in advance 😅

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Bayek

• The most loyal, lifelong friend you're ever going to get right here.

• Even if you two don't see each other as often anymore after Bayek became a Medjay and started a family.

• Talking about him starting a family, you were one of the first people he told when he found out Aya was expecting.

• Invites you over regularly to eat dinner with him and his family, along with Hepzefa and Rabiah if they are free.

• He loves that his closest people get on so well.

• You accompanying him, Khemu and Chenzira on their hunting trips.

• As much as he wants to confide in you after Khemu's death and Aya's departure, he can't bring himself to. Not only because he doesn't want to speak about it when the wound is so fresh but he doesn't want to burden you with his feelings.

• So he doesn't say much to you before leaving to track down the Heron.

• When he eventually returns, and is in a slightly better headspace than before he left, he was happy to see you, and Hepzefa, waiting for him.

• You two have a lot to catch up on.

Arno

• Will silently judge every stupid decision you make, his face tells you exactly what he wants to say though to the point it doesn't feel as 'silent' anymore.

• He will help you clean up and or defend you from the consequences of said stupid decision though.

• The type to have clothes made for you, regardless of your social status.

• Depending on your personality, there's going to be a LOT of disagreements between you two due to Arno's stubbornness (and yours, potentially) but he's willing to come to a compromise with you after enough back and forth, he probably won't admit if he was wrong though.

• Arno never truly gets over Élise and has times where his grief rears it's head, sometimes he'll allow you to comfort him even if it's just by sitting in the same room in silence while you both get on with your own things or other times he'll avoid everyone completely and try to keep himself busy with random tasks till he feels ready to see people again.

• Would like to visit the theatre with you occasionally or just relax for once and have a discussion about art or the newest plays.

• Gossip duo 💅🏻

Jacob

• Sheer pandemonium.

• You two together brings the fear of God into people.

• Spending hours with him in the pub, whether it be indulging in drinking games, playing Whist (don't worry he won't drown you in the river if you beat him) or just chatting with the Rooks, Jacob will make sure you enjoy yourself and hopefully get you to stay just another hour (and buy another round).

• Tells Maxwell about you and eventually invites you to accompany them on one of their random outings.

• We all know how that eventually ends.

• Both of you teasing Evie about Henry. Jacob will definitely turn on you though if he finds out you are courting someone/being courted, it isn't just Evie he's willing to tease.

• He would find out as much as he could about the person that you're interested in, especially if their the one trying to court you. He's been betrayed by people close to him before and doesn't want you to go through the same thing if he can help it.

• He'll make almost everything a (friendly) competition with you; Who can climb this building faster? Who can kill the most Blighters in this random street fight? Who can escape the police quicker?, things like that. Evie will even sometimes join in, which usually ends with the twins bickering after she wins.

• You and Jacob really do share the same braincell at times fr.

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I haven't done any hc's in a hot minute and I can see why lol. Maybe I'll rewrite these one day or add to it I dunno.

[rea-grimm]

Weapon Jacob

You've known Jacob and Evie almost since you were little. Your families were very close, and you belonged to the same brotherhood. 

You were so close that you and Jacob started dating. You knew he was a weapon he knew you were a master. But you didn't have a weapon and he didn't have a master and moreover he wasn't looking for one. 

He was best with you and didn't care if you were his master or not and somehow he didn't want to find out or rather he always had something else on his mind at the time. 

Jacob was, of course, thrilled when Evie and Henry got together. Plus, they belonged together as a master and a weapon. Since that you could see something started bothering him. 

What was bothering him he confided in you one evening as he lay in bed after a mission, his wounds bandaged and under the influence of powerful pain killers. 

"Evie's with Henry now... it's only a matter of time before she moves away... I-I'll be left alone, without a master..." he rumbled, some of the words almost unintelligible, how much the drugs were affecting him. 

You were about to reply that he definitely wouldn't stay alone, but before you could open your mouth, he was fast asleep with his head folded in your lap. 

You found Jacob in his own club, where you found him at the bar. This was happening more and more often. The bartender sent for you to take him home. 

Asasin had obviously had more to drink than he needed. He was still clutching the pint in his hand, and it looked like he was about to drown himself in it.

When he noticed you, his eyes lit up for a moment before the alcohol haze covered them again. This seemed even worse than usual. 

Finally, you managed to peel him away from the bar, paid for his tab, and slowly dragged him back to the train. 

You wanted to eat your way through the old balls, plus it was better for Jacob not to be seen like this by anyone from Templar or any other hostile club. 

You could see the slow sobriety on him as you walked past the fight club. It wasn't until it was too late that you realized what a mistake it was to go that way. 

At the muffled sound of the fight, Jacob instantly brightened up as if he had been given new energy and immediately started pulling you towards the door. He wanted to fight and get all the energy and stress that had been pouring out of him lately. 

He immediately went to the booker to sign him up for the next match. The catch was that this club was open to masters with weapons. Jacob immediately turned on you and started pleading with his biggest puppy eyes. You had no idea how he did it, but you couldn't say no to that. 

You stripped down to your pants and left your tank top on. You walked into the ring with Jacob and two other couples walked in across from you. The masters had already switched weapons and now it was just the two of you's turn. Once all the weapons were changed, the match could begin. 

Asasin didn't blink and changed to a weapon, which you grasped lightly. You've never seen him as a complete weapon before. Always in a partial transformation. 

To your surprise, it was a kukri. You grasped it firmly and the fight was on. To your surprise, it ends sooner than you expected with you and Jacob as the winners. With the asasin in your hand, it was as if everything slowed down and you knew when and how to intervene. 

After the fight, you picked up your bounty from the bookmaker, which asasin had planned to drink it all. But since he had almost more alcohol in him than blood, you dragged him all the way to the train. He was so intoxicated with alcohol, you thought you wouldn't even get there. 

In the safety of the train, you were about to throw him on the couch when he pushed you off. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head against your shoulder. You tried to say something to him, but it was no use. He was already breathing quietly and contentedly. 

He was still holding you, so you just turned to the other side so you wouldn't have to smell the drunken fumes coming from him. Instead, you raised your hand and looked at your tattoo, which had changed drastically since the fight. 

Before, all you knew was that it was some sort of slashing weapon, but now you could clearly make out a kukri with a damascus blade gleaming in the mark. The hilt of the weapon was dark with an eagle motif. You could clearly recognize Jacob in it. 

But now you were wondering what to do next. Should you tell him or not? The worst part was that he could be quite childish, and more importantly, you had no idea if he'd even remember after his hangover. You decided you'd see in the morning what kind of mood he was in and if he'd talk about it himself. 

The next morning, you woke up alone on the couch. You expected to find an asasin snoring next to you, perhaps with drool on his pillow, but to your surprise he was nowhere to be found. 

You walked the entire train, but the asasin was gone. The train was empty because Evie was off with Henry and there were no Rooks in the last car to tell you where Jacob had gone. 

Finally, you went back to the couch and grabbed a glass of water to soothe your parched throat. When you picked it up, you noticed a small piece of paper with a single word on it. You could tell by the handwriting that it was Jacob's. 

But what was he trying to tell you? You knew it was Henry's flower shop, but what would Jacob want there while the Indian was away? Anyway, you got dressed and went to check it out. 

You found another piece of paper tucked away at the shop that led you somewhere else. When you found two more pieces of paper, you realized it was a game the assassin had set up for you. 

You followed these clues to the fountain where Jacob first confessed his feelings for you. You remembered that moment until now, and the memory brought a smile to your face. 

Actually, now that you thought about it, almost all the places the asasin had directed you to today had some significance to the two of you and weren't just some memory. 

You reached the square where the fountain was located. Even from a distance, you could see the figure of the assassin stomping from foot to foot there. You've never seen him so nervous. 

When you walked over to him, he was holding a bouquet of flowers that had seen better days. Some were bruised and broken, but you didn't mind. This was the first time you'd ever gotten flowers from him, and you knew from the language of them that he'd gone to great lengths to choose. 

"Y/N," he began and paused. He looked like he'd rehearsed the whole speech but forgotten. "I want you to keep me as a weapon and fight alongside me. I love you and I couldn't ask for a better master. I know it's not easy with me, but I want you to stay..." he said, holding your hand as if it were a solid point to lean on and to. 

You were completely moved by his words and for a moment you were speechless. Finally you pulled him into your arms, and in that moment you forgot even the flowers you were holding. 

"I love you too... And I wouldn't dream of leaving you," you admitted. Jacob got all teary-eyed at that before he put his hand behind your head and pulled you into a kiss.

Assassin's Creed Masterlist

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Sɑνe ɱe ʄɾσɱ tɦe ɗɑɾƙ || Jacob Frye ||

A/n: Been thinking about this for a while 😩.

Warnings: descriptions of blood, loss life / child death

The night was still and cold, the only sound the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. Jacob lay in bed beside you, the warmth of the covers wrapped around him, yet sleep refused to be peaceful. His body tensed, muscles tight with an anxiety he couldn’t escape. The shadows seemed to loom larger in the room, and his mind, despite his best efforts to quiet it, was restless.

Jacob’s breathing was shallow, his body soaked in cold sweat. The room, usually a haven, felt oppressive now.

His eyelids fluttered, but the sleep wouldn’t release him. The nightmare had come again. It always began this way, every so often it would creep back in from a place that he had buried so deep.The dream was always the same, always lingering in the back of his mind. But tonight, it felt more vivid more real.

The world around him blurred, and suddenly, he was no longer lying beside you in their cozy home. He was in the same cold, empty streets of London, the oppressive fog thick around him. His heart raced as he tried to move, but his legs felt like lead, each step dragging, each breath short and ragged.

he whispered your name into the mist, his voice lost in the wind. Panic rose in his chest, thick as the fog that clung to him.

He called again, louder this time. “Y/n! Where are you?”

His voice echoed in the streets, unanswered. A chill ran down his spine as he turned the corner, his eyes scanning the darkened alleyways. The familiar, haunting feeling of being watched prickled the back of his neck.

That’s when he saw it.

The shadow of a figure in the distance, familiar and terrifying. His stomach dropped. The silhouette of Jack, standing just beyond the lamplight, he could almost see twisted grin gleaming underneath the mask he wore.

“No!” Jacob’s voice trembled, his heart pounding in his chest. “Not again.”

Jack turned slowly, and for the first time, Jacob noticed something new: the blood. Dark streaks, fresh and glistening on Jack’s blade, the sharp edge reflecting the faint light from the streetlamp. But it wasn’t Jack that Jacob focused on.

"You couldn't save em Jacob...just like my mother...how useless you are."

Then the world shifted in and soon Jacob found himself standing in their cottage, the warmth of the fire long extinguished. The air was thick, suffocating with a sense of dread, the metallic scent filling the air. You weren't beside him, the bed empty, cold. Panic surged in his chest. His heart raced as he called your name, but his voice felt lost, swallowed by the dark silence.

He stumbled out of the room, his breath sharp in his throat. The floor creaked under his feet, the familiar sound now eerie, unsettling. He moved quickly, his eyes scanning the rooms. Nothing. No sign of you, no sign of the children.

And that's when he heard it.

A soft, eerie sound that froze him in his tracks,his blood running cold. A faint whimper, a cry. His heart thudded painfully in his chest. He knew where it was coming from.

His children...

Jacob rushed forward, his legs heavy as if the ground itself was holding him back, refusing to let him go. He pushed open the door, and the sight before him nearly made his heart stop.

The room was bathed in darkness, the only light from the pale moon seeping through the curtains. But there, in the corner, stood a figure.

It was Jack.

The man he trained all those years ago, the disgrace to the Creed.

The Ripper.

His twisted grin was still there, that same cruel, terrifying smile that haunted Jacob’s thoughts. In his hand was the glint of a blade, red stained and gleaming in the moonlight.

He could almost feel the scars burning again, the blade in his eye.

“Jacob,” Jack’s voice was a low, mocking whisper. “Did you really think you could run away? That your little family would be safe?”

His could feel the file rise up from his throat, heart dropping.

“No!” Jacob cried, finally managing to move, to step forward. “Stay away from them!”

But it was too late.

In an instant, Jack was on them, the gleaming knife raised high. You and the children were already on the floor, the sound of their cries muffled by the overpowering vision of death that loomed above them. The knife flashed down, and Jacob’s stomach churned.

“No!” Jacob screamed, his voice raw with panic and helplessness.

But Jack was already there, the blade raised. It was too late.

Jack’s twisted laugh echoed through the room, a chilling reminder of the pain that still haunted him. The blade drove deeper, and the world seemed to slow down, each second stretching out painfully. His chest felt tight as if the weight of everything—the loss, the fear, the guilt was crushing him.

Jacob’s vision blurred as he reached you, as he kneeling beside you. You were cold, lifeless, your body stretched unnaturally on the wooden, your once radiant face pale and twisted in a final expression of horror. And then, he saw the worst of it the blood. The blood that stained the ground beneath her, the blood that soaked your clothes, your stomach.The knife had pierced deep into her.The visceral sight of the gapping wound in your chest.

His breath caught in his throat as his eyes moved to the children.

Margret and James his children, his little ones, lying beside you. They were motionless. Blood staining their small forms.

His throat burned as he screamed their names.

“No! No, no, no!” Jacob wailed, his body shaking uncontrollably as he reached for them, shaking them in a desperate attempt to wake them up. But they didn’t stir. They didn’t respond. The horror of their lifeless bodies,their cold, empty eyes staring back at him was more than he could bear.

Tears burned his eyes as he cradled your cold form in his arms. “Please,” he whispered, his voice a broken plea. “Please, wake up.”

But you didn’t wake up. Neither did the children.

And then, Jack was standing over him, his cold laughter filling the empty cold and darken home, his blade gleaming in the moonlight, blood slowly dripping. “You couldn’t save them, Jacob,” Jack sneered. “I always win. I always take everything from you.”

The world around Jacob collapsed in on itself, the scene blurring and distorting as the mocking laughter grew louder and louder until it swallowed him whole.

Suddenly, he was jerked awake, gasping for breath, drenched in sweat, his heart racing in his chest. His mind was spinning, the horror of the nightmare still clinging to him like a shadow. The room was still, quiet, but the echo of Jack’s laughter and the haunting image of you, the children, lifeless and cold, wouldn’t leave him.

“Jacob?” Your voice broke through the haze, your warm hand on his chest. He looked at her, startled, his body trembling as he took in your living, breathing form. You were there. She were safe.

He closed his eyes tightly, struggling to calm his racing heart. The nightmare had felt so real. So crushing. He could still feel the weight of it in his chest, the emptiness of losing you, losing them.

“I’m here, Jacob,” you whispered softly, your voice laced with concern. “It’s okay. You’re safe. We’re all safe.”

But even as you spoke, Jacob could still hear Jack’s your echoing in his mind, and the image of Brooke, the children, lying dead at his feet, haunted him.

“I couldn’t save you,” Jacob murmured, his voice hoarse. “Not again. I couldn’t save you.”

Your fingers gently cupped his face, lifting his gaze to meet yours. “You don’t have to save me, Jacob,” you said, your tone tender. “We’re in this together. Always.”

But Jacob wasn’t sure if he could ever escape the terror of that nightmare the terror that Jack’s shadow would always linger over them, even in the quietest moments.

Quietly slipping out of the bed, Jacob then stood at the doorway of the bedroom, watching as you laid back against the pillows, your chest rising and falling steadily with each deep breath. He could tell you were already drifting back to sleep, the exhaustion of the past days finally catching up with you. Your face was peaceful now, free of the tension that had haunted you the past few weeks.

Jacob took a moment to gaze at you, a tender smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The weight of the world had always seemed to settle on your shoulders, but when you were asleep, you looked free from it. He moved quietly, careful not to disturb you as he slipped out of the room.

His steps were soft as he moved down the hallway, pausing outside the rooms where the children slept. The door to James’ room was slightly ajar, and Jacob pushed it open just enough to peek inside. James was curled up in bed, his small figure swaddled in blankets, his face relaxed in a peaceful sleep. Jacob’s heart warmed at the sight of him, his little boy so full of life. He quietly stepped in and placed a hand on his son’s head, brushing his hair away from his forehead.

“Sweet dreams, lad,” he whispered, his voice barely a murmur, then he pulled the covers up over him just a little more.

Next, he moved to Margaret’s room. The door creaked open, but it didn’t disturb her. Margaret, unlike her brother, was sprawled out, arms above her head, her tiny mouth slightly open as she slept. She looked so much like you, even in her sleep serene, gentle. Jacob stood there for a moment, watching her with a quiet affection.

He leaned in and kissed her forehead, just as he had with James. “Good night, my little one,” he whispered, then made sure she was tucked in comfortably before stepping back out of the room.

Jacob lingered for a moment in the hallway, taking in the stillness of the house. It was a peaceful night, one that he didn’t take for granted, especially after everything that had happened. He glanced back toward the bedroom, knowing that you were there, resting after all the stress and worry. He let out a quiet sigh, relief settling over him as he walked back down the hall toward you.

When he returned to the room, you were still asleep, your hand resting on your growing belly, the light of a candle casting a soft glow on you. He paused in the doorway for a moment, taking in the sight of you, the peaceful rise and fall of your chest, the love he felt for you growing stronger with every passing day.

He quietly closed the door behind him, moving over to your side of the bed. He could hear the faint sound of your breathing, steady and calm. He sat down beside you and gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. You shifted slightly but didn’t wake, your features still soft and relaxed. He could see the exhaustion on your face the toll the pregnancy was taking on you but there was something in your expression that reassured him. You were strong. And you were home. You were here.

Jacob leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I love you,” he whispered softly, not wanting to disturb your slumber but needing you to know. “We’re all safe. I promise.”

He settled in beside you, slipping under the covers and wrapping his arm carefully around you. The weight of the day seemed to fall away as he held you close, his heart at ease for the first time in days. You stirred slightly, shifting into his embrace, and Jacob pulled you closer, keeping you safe in his arms as you fell deeper into sleep.

He lay there for a while, listening to the peaceful sounds of the house, the quiet of the children’s slumber, the crackling of the fire, and the steady rhythm of your breath. In this moment, he felt as though they could face anything together, as a family. And for the first time in a long while, he let himself relax, knowing they had each other, and that was enough.

Jack was gone and he was never coming back and you.

You and the children were here to stay.

[nanasknifeprty]

being a blighter and having a playful rivalry with jacob frye: headcannons

- oh batman and catwoman wish they could have what you two have

- no matter how stubborn you are, he’s more stubborn

- that’s pretty much the reason you’re not dead yet; he’s convinced he’ll someday be able to get you on his side

- both the rooks and the blighters betting with each other which one of you two will give in first

- your blighter colleagues often get on your nerves teasing you about your ‘complicated’ relationship

- "your boyfriend is stirring things up again,” one of them tells you, as you reply with a competitive “great, let’s fuck up those rooks.”

- jacob giving you tips while you both fight, such as: “your stiffness would’ve killed you long ago if i weren’t your opponent” or “you’re so cute with your little baton, you’re not even trying, aren’t you?”

- and when you actually get better after months of intensive training…

- gosh he’s almost mesmerized by your moves, he can’t stop staring in awe as you’re actively trying to kill him

- and then it’s your turn to tease him; “you’re lucky i’m your opponent, jacob frye,” you whisper and hold the blade close to his neck while sitting on him

- catching you offguard, he’s able to turn over; “lucky indeed,” he tells you, “i couldn’t ask for a prettier one.”

- safe to say you were a blushing mess after that

- he let you go of course, giving you a head start before sending his rooks after your unit

- and it’s also pretty safe to say that your following encounters were promising to be even more interesting

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Head cannons bc I can - Assassin’s body parts preferences (and extras...)

AN: I would just like to say that ALL of the Assassin's will protect their love with their lives, not standing for any disrespect or rudeness toward her in any way shape or form. I may not have put it in the description of every Assassin, but it goes without saying. ALSO, plz don't @ me bc this is my first ever spicy post lol

Altair Ibn La’Ahad - loves burying his face in her neck and grabbing her backside cheekily lol, loves bathing with her but won’t deny that’s it’s hard to control himself around her naked body. Comes to her after a mission (if they didn't go on it together that is or if she's not an assassin) to hold her and just melts against her, grateful to have her and be back in her arms alive. Pulls her away ever so often to a corner where he'll kiss her breathless and then just walk off like nothing happened (this man-), loves to chase lol if she runs from him, it sets something deep and primal off in him, and when he eventually catches her? 😳😳😳

Shay Patrick Cormac - definitely breasts lol and has a thing for waists, also loves thighs & has a thing for kissing from the top of her foot to the inside of her thighs, this man can pick up grown soldiers, flip them over his shoulder and then just toss them to the ground like it nothing so he’s strong - tell.me he doesn’t pick up his love and carry her off for some alone time. She won't have to worry about anyone on the Morrigan getting any ideas because Shay has made it VERY clear that she's his and his only. He'll legit fight for her if someone makes her uncomfortable or harasses her and make them regret the day they were born (that is if they can even think afterward bc they'll probably be dead). It - depending on the mood he's in - makes him feel very loved and cared for or very turned on and ready to pin her down, when she kisses the scar over his eye. Don't even get me started on how naughty this fricken man is in Irish Gaelic. (Sir! Control thyself!)

Edward Kenway - an ass man for sure and he loves the thighs too, stands behind her and glares at anyone who checks her out from his spot behind her where he’ll press a possessive kiss to her shoulder while glaring at them. Why do I have feeling that this man has a thing for women who can shoot guns? If she shoots a gun in front of him all pirate-esque he'll literally beg her to step on him haha. Loves him a mouthy feisty woman because not only does it turn.him.on, he gets a kick out of a lovely woman being able to blow someone out of the water with her insults & statements of self-defense. Will also waylay anyone who disrespects her, he'll actually feed them their teeth (don't test him with her)

Jacob Ethan Frye - both the man’s bi lol he can have both if he wants, he for sure does playful butt pats and grabs occasionally but usually when they’re alone (USUALLY & if a Rook bore witness? THEY SAW NOTHING), definitely into holding his love on his lap and whispering dirty things in her ear to fluster her. Will fight to protect her and God help them because they'll have him and the Rooks to deal with (that is if Jacob doesn't crush them and turn them into dust that blows away in the wind lol). Also loves him a feisty and mouthy woman, if she's sarcastic, witty and goofy on top of that? This man is more whipped than whipped cream. Total gentleman even if she can hand his ass to him on a silver platter, he still treats her with utmost respect. Enjoys lying in bed with her and cuddling (give the man all the cuddles STAT) lazily playing with her hair and believe it not - not all kissing with the amorous assassin leads to *wink wink*. He genuinely enjoys laying there with her on a slow day and kissing her sweetly, over and over again. Man is a genuine romantic sweetheart (and nothing will change my mind). It's not an odd occurrence for Evie to wonder where her younger brother is, only to find him conked out on his love's chest just peacefully snoozing away as she holds him reading a book or some files. Totally see him tracing his fingers down her sternum until he reaches her breasts and tracing the insides of them to get her riled up (if he's feeling mean he'll even give a cheeky kiss haha). Also loves to chase her across rooftops and make bets of a spicier nature...

Evie Frye - loves to kiss her loves hands & jaw (particularly that one little spot…) and trace kisses down her sternum, has a habit of cornering her and making out with her lol then she just goes on about her day like nothing happened, plays footsies underneath table surfaces (CHANGE MY MIND). Loves all of her and honestly don't think she would have a preference, Evie's just grateful to have her at all and be with her. Woman was dedicated to being alone as a result of being in the Brotherhood. Think she would get a kick out of witty and playful banter, the more her love speaks the more in love she falls and the more she desires her. She's good with her hands. I said it. Sue me. She.has.good.hands. The woman tis skilled (in more ways than one...) This also pertains to corsets and buttons whether it be doing them or undoing them... Kind think she would like chasing her love through the city too and if it ends up in a garden? The woman internally swoons.

Kassandra of Sparta - breasts she likes pulling her love against her and then looking down to see them pressed against her armor being gorgeous as usual and she loves to grab hips, she will CUT Alcibiades if he looks at her love lol bc she KNOWS what he's thinking about, only lets her hair down around her love and adores laying in between her thighs while her fingers give her a head a very relaxing massage (seriously they can put the woman to sleep lol)

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway - I think we can all agree that this sweet man isn't very sexual BUT once he settles down, he does have an appreciation for his loves figure. Loves to hover over her from behind and kiss the top of her head, and when things get more intimate between them, he loves to give her kisses all over her face. Flowers with him would be a common occurrence, often times she wakes up to beautiful wildflowers on her bedside table or on the pillow beside her. This man is a good provider. And if she takes an interest in hunting with him, more than a few times he'll briefly lose interest in hunting the animal and playfully hunting her instead... Feel like he strokes her legs lovingly and takes his time exploring the sexual feelings he has for her. He would love her breasts because they're beautiful, soft and full of life.

Alexios of Sparta - ass for sure he seems like a butt smacker haha she’ll be minding her own business when he comes out of nowhere and gives her a light loving smack. He comes up behind her and literally sweeps her off her feet - no pleasantries, just "you're mine now" lol

Haytham Kenway - breasts has a thing for tracing the tops of them when she wears dresses to get her riled up all while delivering an “innocent” kiss to her flaming red cheek, will randomly stoop to her level to whisper something 😳 in her ear. Get a vibe that he would spoil her with beautiful jewelry and then woo her until it's the only thing she has on, before taking her to bed... Morning sex seems like the norm for him because he's not always there when she falls asleep arriving home late, but when he sees her in the morning, he more than makes it up to her and greets her in very steamy manner. He reminds her to remain neutral when she stands next to him during a meeting as he sits down with his hand hidden by her dress on her backside gently squeezing and acting completely casual about it the cheeky -

Desmond Miles - breasts & when Shaun stresses him out, he presses his head into them lol it’s stress relieving, comes up behind her and hugs her tightly, definitely into spooning he likes the physical contact, and he melts when she kisses his forehead. Before everything he screwed, but now with the woman he loves? He makes love and thoroughly enjoys every second of it with her. Having her by his side through everything means more to him than he can express.

Arno Victor Dorian - this man feels like a worshipper he would love all of her body and take his time with her, but he does tend to go for breasts more coming out of nowhere and kissing the tops of them reverently throughout the day, definitely takes her hand in his and kisses it with full eye contact to the point where it makes her blush, earning a chuckle from him. Tell me that this man doesn't pull her away to corners throughout the day or on a mission and kiss her before walking away casually like nothing happened lol. Got a feeling he's very into whisking his love away just getting her attention and pulling her away to wherever they can have a few moments alone together. Good kisser. I refuse to believe anything else. He swoops in gives a sweet kiss that leaves her flustered, and he stands there watching her with a smile on his face. For some reason I think he's into the whole secret lover rendezvous thing, aka coming in through his love's window or meeting her secretly (it's exciting and he gets her all alone...)

Ezio Auditore Da Firenze - also feels like a worshipping type of man except everywhere, everything, all the time lol, but he does have a preference for breasts often times hugging his love around the waist and burying his face in them. We've all seen how this man has thing for pinning his lady to the wall...do with it what you will. But he does it to her and OFTEN lol. A little more promiscuous in public - stopping of course if she gets uncomfortable - than others and is not afraid to show how he feels about her. Also, a good kisser. I mean COME ON.

Bayek of Siwa - he loves her breasts because beneath them lies her heart and he cherishes the fact that she has given it to him, loves to star gaze with her - they lay there together peacefully as he tells her about the constellations and their meaning. Loves bathing with her just laying back and relaxing, eyes roving her form as she cleans him and gives him a shave (he refuses to shave unless she does it for him bc he loves her touch and how great her handiwork is). Gives the kinds of kisses that melt her like a stick of butter lol, a kiss from him has a lot of emotion poured into it telling without words how much he loves her.

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Hay, I read your writing about Assassin's Creed with the s/o befriending the crow population. I was wondering if you can make one with the s/o befriending the Hawk population if that's OK if you you don't have to do it if you don't want to. (Pls I'm a new subscribers to your blog). So have a good day keep up with your writing.💗

Oh hey!! Thank you so much for following and your request, and welcome 🤗 💕 im glad you’re here

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A/n - I don’t remember who I wrote for the crow population one, but I’ll do the main leads for this one 😆😁

Altair

While it’s no eagle, he admires the same prowess they have as an eagle and sometimes decorates his person with their feathers as it reminds him of you

Ezio

Well he does like them better than the pesky pigeons, plus your hawks like when he strokes and pets their feathers

Ratonhnhaké:ton

Thinks it’s so cute whenever these hawks follow you around, and he sees it as a sigh of acceptance when they perch on him or nuzzle against him

Haytham

Not as noisy as a crow or pigeon, but he is sometimes indifferent to your pet birds. At least they keep you out of trouble that follows Templars

Shay

Your hawks make for great companions on The Morrigan as it can get lonesome at times when the sails are longer than normal

Edward

He also warms up to your pet hawks, mostly because they’re a lot nicer than any of the aggressive seagulls

Arno

He’s already so protective of you so it’s a small comfort that faster eyes are able to look out for you if he’s not around

Jacob

They would be perfect for his rooks (Jacob no!)

But in hindsight, yes he does warmup to your pet hawks quickly, giving them nicknames

Desmond

he welcomes them as a nice distraction, sometimes teasing he’ll adopt them for himself

[yourinnerdemon]

Just because you don't like seeing the smut doesn't mean everyone else has to hide it 😭

I’m not asking them to hide it??? I’m asking them to put a few tags as warning’s????

[xreader-headcanons]

Hi if you could could you wrote some headcannons please for being the youngest of the Frye siblings?

You'd think Jacob would be the most protective over you, and you'd be wrong. It's Evie.

She regularly makes sure you're supervised, whether it be her, Henry, or the rooks.

Speaking of the rooks, they're practically like your cool older cousins who teach you unethical life hacks.

Jacob tends to bring you on low risk missions and is generally a bit more permissive since he wants you to be independent.

Though, if you managed to get hurt by any blighters, someone's getting their ass beat.

No matter where you go in London, you always have allies whether it be the rooks, your siblings, or Henry.

Evie is against you joining on missions, she'd want you to wait until you are older and she keeps you far away from any templars.

However, she does teach you a lot about the creed.

When you start taking on missions, both are so proud of you.

"Who's your favorite? Me or Evie"

"It's Henry, actually."