#shaun hastings imagine

[marf244]

Artfight attack for @isahasarts of her AC oc, Manuela, feat. Ash and and an anxious Shaun AND a bonus doodle!

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Assassin’s Creed characters And what they would be for Halloween

(in my opinion…)

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DESMOND: To be honest, I see Desmond as a fan of the iconic slasher movies so I see him dressing up as Michael Myers all the way, because it's iconic, comfy, and he gets to carry a bloody knife. The closest thing to an Assassin he can get. 👍✨

SHAUN: Shaun is definitely going as a lazy sheet ghost and you can't convince me otherwise... 🤷🏻‍♀️ (he be under that sheet judging…)

REBBECA: She is totally going as an 80’s punk rocker, maybe even dressed up like a member of KISS. 🤘✨

ALTAÏR: He would probably dress up as Ghostface because Desmond made him do it. 👌

MALIK: He is 100% going as a Ghostbuster, why? Because he’s not afraid of no ghost… 😎👻

EZIO: Definitely a vampire, no need to explain.🧛🦇💋🌹

CONNOR: Honestly, I see Connor gladly being a werewolf because…i mean… The man built like one tbh… 🐺🌕

EDWARD: Jack Sparrow, duh… 🏴‍☠️⚓🍾☠️✨

ARNO: Daryl from The Walking Dead, Why? Because he has the hair for it, that's why. (Not just saying that because Daryl in France now…) 👏✨🧟

JACOB: Beetlejuice, because we all know he could pull it off… 🤷🏻‍♀️✨

EVIE: Wednesday Adams, tbh she’d be iconic ✨👌🖤🕷️🕸️

BAYEK: Mummy, I mean c’mon… Why would he pass that opportunity up? Plus he be mighty fine looking in it too… ✨👌✨🧻👀

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HAYTHAM: Would be a cop, why? Because… He said so… 👮🚨

SHAY: Headless Horseman, because he be stylin’ like that~ ✨🐎🎃👍

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If you want anyone added comment below~! ✨✌️

Also! If you have other ideas, place them below too. 👌✨🧡

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[teecupangel]

call of duty x assassin’s creed au where everything is the same but simon riley and shaun hastings are cousins and constantly diss each other. Simon thinks Shaun is a weird wimp (tried to convince him bigfoot was real) and Shaun thinks Simon is a edgy emo manchild (Shaun thinks hes cool as fuck)

I’m kinda imagining that they both don’t know each other’s actual ‘job’.

For Ghost, his taskforce was a need to know basis. Shaun actually believes he gets sent to different bases to waste taxpayer’s money (not that Shaun himself pays any tax in the first place). Of course, it helps that Lt Simon Riley does have records being inputted in the main databases on regular basis. It’s a common setup done to keep specialized taskforces’ members hard to pinpoint or find. If one doesn’t know what signs to look for, they wouldn’t question the validity of those reports (ex: ‘clocking in’ times are always the same range of 5 minutes early to 5 minutes late, there is not a single time where it deviates from that range)

For Shaun, Erudito does most of the hard work by publishing articles in Shaun’s name. Shaun wrote all those articles but he’s the type to write lots of articles in concerning amount of time then going back to his Assassin duties. As far as Ghost knows, he’s a weird conspiracy nut with noodle arms and legs because he stays cooped in his room all day.

It would be funny if Shaun learns of Ghost’s actual job first because TF104 got entangled with the latest amazing race between the Brotherhood and Order against some kind of POE. They were in the vicinity of the final clash for another mission and Shaun recognized Ghost’s emo voice.

Ghost realized something is wrong because he recognized the voice of the hacker that helped them (you scratch my back, I scratch yours kind of way)

It was Shaunny-boy’s girlfriend/roommate.

[vaxyl]

thinking about Vax'ildan...

he cries a lot, like a lot a lot

his eye makeup is always a mess to the point he looks weird without mascara smudged around his eyes

he's also an absentminded nailbiter and gets into a lot of bother with Pike, Percy and Vex over it - he can't help it, sometimes he needs to chew on something and his nails just so happen to be there!

he's also a leg bouncer, can't sit still for over 5 minutes - he has to be moving, doing something even if its just sharpening his knives or silly coin tricks

he gets zoomies a lot, his sweet tooth and constant snacking on sugary treats probably don't help this, so he will just go running around in the woods with his Boots of Haste on

also he has the worst sweet tooth ever, he has a pouch of never ending sour gummy worms he's always eating and he loves devouring massive chocolate bars in seconds

he likes doing repetitive tasks like stacking objects or organising them into rows, baking lots of one thing, spinning around and reciting the five times table on a loop

he's ashamed of his ears and tends to hide them under his hair using bobby pins or under hooded cloaks, but he thinks Vex and Keyleth look great with their ears out on display

he's right handed but left footed - i headcanon he lost his right leg as a kid, so he learned to rely on his left leg over time

thinking about dyslexic and dyscalculiac Vax struggling in school, bullied by his peers and his teachers alike, to the point he starts skipping school

thinking about transgender Vax struggling with imposter syndrome, he looks in the mirror and sees a mixture of his father and the girl he's sure everyone else sees him as, and he wears a magic choker to mask how his voice sounds because naturally he sounds almost identical to Vex

i imagine he has many scars that he's ashamed of, but he could never be ashamed of his top surgey scars - whenever his dysphoria spikes, he gets alone and takes his tunic off so he can trace the scars and remind himself of how far he's come

thinking about Gilmore being the one to have made Vax's choker for him... hnnnn...

thinking about Vax and Gilmore getting together, always touching and kissing and trying to stay near to each other

its a rather asexual relationship still, i see Vax as sexually repulsed, but maybe on occasion they try it out - they stop if it gets too much for Vax, which happens most of the time, but they don't always need to stop some nights

thinking about Vax as a dad, he'd be so anxious and unsure of himself but he's a natural and easily bonds with the kid/s

he loves carrying them around, holding them close when he does things around the house - it helps that his baby turns into a koala when they're held

Vax learning new recipes to feed the baby with, Shaun helping him in the kitchen

oh gods, Vax and Shaun both love cooking so much, they're always making leftovers to hand out to friends and family

just... AHHHHH

Vax'ildan

[tomuratta]

Calm

Fandom: Assassin's Creed Ship: Aveline de Grandpré/Rebecca Crane, Rebecca Crane/Shaun Hastings/Desmond Miles For @polyshipweek 2024 Day 4: Aro/Ace & Polyam Word count: 549 Warnings: N/A AO3

"Mail for you," Rebecca says, dropping the envelopes on Aveline's desk. The heavy dorm door slams shut behind her.

Aveline doesn't bother commenting on it. She's sitting cross-legged on her bed, statistics textbook open in front of her. She should be taking notes, but she's been at it for hours now, and the equations are beginning to swim in her brain.

"Back to work, right after vacation?" Rebecca asks. She pulls out her desk chair and sits in it sideways, leaning on the back and smiling at Aveline.

"Hi, Rebecca," Aveline says. Looking away from the textbook is a relief. "How was your vacation?"

Rebecca laughs.

"Good! Desmond and I took Shaun skiing. He was terrible."

Aveline has only met Desmond and Shaun, Rebecca's partners, a few times.

She shares one of her gen ed classes with Desmond. He's popular with the older students; she's seen one of them, that troublemaker Altair, wait outside for him before.

Shaun she's only met in passing. He is absurdly British.

"So. That was my holiday," Rebecca says. "How was yours?"

Aveline sighs. She doesn't know what to say that will satisfy her roommate.

Should she tell the truth, that she'd spent it alone except for Gérard, imagining her childhood home growing dusty and lifeless as the woman who murdered her father attempts to defend her claim to it from a prison cell?

Aveline clenches one fist, the one out of Rebecca's view, until her neat fingernails dig into her skin. Slowly, she loosens her grip.

No. Obviously not.

Rebecca rests her chin on the back of the chair.

"It's cool if you don't want to talk about it," she says. "No biggie."

Aveline looks back down at the textbook.

"I think I might be getting tired of statistics."

Rebecca laughs.

"No way! The business major, tired of math? Say it isn't true."

Aveline half sighs, half chuckles. She closes the textbook with a satisfying thud and uncrosses her legs, swinging them over the edge of her bed.

Directly across from her are the corkboards Rebecca put up the day she moved in, decorated with pushpins and a bizarre assortment of printed-out photos, receipts, and concert stubs.

Noisily, Rebecca stands up from her chair, kicking it back against her cluttered desk.

"Well, if you're feeling down, how about a little pick-me-up?" she asks, waggling her eyebrows.

Despite herself, Aveline laughs.

"Come over here," she says.

Afterwards, they lay together on Aveline's bed, sweaty and satisfied. Rebecca curls against Aveline's side, her fringe tickling Aveline's skin.

Low orange light filters through their window. It's already sunset.

"I want to introduce you to Shaun and Desmond," Rebecca says sleepily.

Aveline does not stiffen.

"Not as..." Rebecca continues, before Aveline can even ask.

Aveline closes her eyes. She thinks about the white ring on her bedside table, the one Rebecca had complimented her on. Rebecca knows, has known since before this arrangement they have, but sometimes, despite herself, Aveline worries.

As what, then? she almost asks.

Instead, she opens her eyes, looking down at her roommate. She runs her hand through Rebecca's hair.

"I'm not sure."

It hurts to admit. Aveline has spent most of her life decisive and sure of herself. She's always been proud of that.

"That's okay," Rebecca says. "Just think about it."

[the-elevator-twins]

curious, but did you have a voice claim for protag coworker?

// For Protag/Antag, I sort of imagine them as Shaun Hastings from the Assassins Creed early games. Just love the lil guy with a British accent.

// However, for Coworker/Colleague, since these variants are a menacing, I think Alex Mercer from Prototype 2 fits their aura very well!

[schroedingers-faggot]

art is hard so anyways please imagine a fanart of Shaun Hastings with a cane and a Star of David pin and perhaps if the angle allows it a kippah and also the NPD flag in the background

Also a dragon, I jsut want a dragon somewhere on there

[fictionkinfessions]

I love Desmond genuinely so much! I'm not sure whether it's all platonic or not but I do love him SO much, it's incredible! He and Becs are the best friends/colleagues I could have ever asked for, I mean I'm not used to having friends at all... but I cannot imagine ever enjoying someone's company more than theirs. I know I lack massively in the "being genuine and anything but an asshole" department, and not really one to usually just throw declarations of endless affections out like this but I assume this is a different situation now... :] I think for once I can allow myself to let the people I cherish know, AND to let everyone else know as well because I constantly need everyone's attention and/or approval... But that shouldn't be the point of this! I love my friends, and I especially love Desmond (sorry Becs, you're just too much of a sister to me /affectionate), and I think everyone should know!

- Shaun Hastings 📋

🦣

[voidselfshipp]

"Getting It right" (Aka Shaun and his pissing contest)

Cw:Blood,violence. Kind of tutor/student dynamic.

Summary: being pissed that desmonds ancestors are all tangled up with Jericos, Shaun decides to see if his ancestors have the same shit luck.

>only mutuals allowed to reblog.

There was a Long,long history of Desmonds Ancestors tangling quite well with Jerico's. It was an odd thing to see the same person perfectly replicated every one hundred Years or so- But after Ezio things began to make a lot more sense.

Kind of,it had to be an Isu/Old ones thing. But there was little time to explore such avenues.

And yet however..

Shaun couldnt stand it, what was that made Desmond so bloody special to the point his ancestors always got the girl- His girl.

It had pissed him off so much that after bothering Rebecca for Long enough,she accepted to hook him into the Animus to see. If only to make his hissing fits stop...

Out of everything in his genes,only one pinged an ancestor. It was something, but Shaun wasnt happy. Desmond gets 3 and he gets 1? Christ..

[14th century England,April] read the animus display.

Gentle breeze blew over the trees,throwing blooming flowers onto the cobblestone paths from their green craddles. Distantly a bell rings out,signifying the start of the midday,spring was settling over England and it was beautiful.

Quick steps walk up to the library's stone stairs,a Man of pale skin and short blonde hair hurries to enter the building. He holds a menagerie of books, and he seems quite huffy as he fixes his glasses that dont fit him well over his nosebridge.

--Christ, you have to be kidding me-- He mumbled as he shuffled past the main desk and began moving towards the Hall made of Many,many big and tall bookshelves.-- cant be late...

He reaches a spot at the end of the Hall where Many younger men await. His students,all sitting on tables with a look of boredom.

--I'm here,apologies for the delay-- he heaved,setting his books on a free table-- Thank you everyone for coming to this Open class about Englands History. For those who might not know me,Im Lancaster Hastings...historian.

The crowd of knowledgeable young men said a quiet hello and soon the class begins. Its as illustrious as you'd imagine,though the people there have to wade through the pretentiousness of the Man. He was a know-it-all kind of professor,easy to irritate but he did his job well.

When the class draws to an end,Lancaster grabbed his things and left the library,sparing no goodbyes to the staff present.

Just as he goes down the steps,a someone knocks him flat on his ass. His books fall to the steps,his glasses hang by a thread on his nose and he looks up with anger.

--Watch your step! --He hissed, meeting the gaze of...a woman? They werent allowed in these public spaces- he thought it was bullshit, but it was an odd thing.

--Oh,terribly sorry sir-- they offered their hand and helped him to his feet. -- are you okay?

Before him stands a girl,20 Years of age clad in a nice dress of beautiful yellow. Their eyes are green,their hair brown and gold- tied in a bun at the back. He blinks in surprise and fixes his glasses,suddenly changing his tune.

--Im okay. Just- My books...--He bent down to Grab them and the girl helped him even if he insisted they didnt need to.

They hand him the rest of his things and says-- Again,Im so sorry. Im just in a bit of a rush, thats all. I need to get some books.

He nodded-- Its quite alright miss-?

--Ayere..Jerico Ayere-- They smile--Who might you be?

--Professor Lancaster Hastings-- he took their hand and kissed their knuckles-- youre from the spanish Ayere family,right? Diplomats and merchants.

--Indeed I am,You know my family?

--Only for bussiness. Ive gotten some of my books through them. -- he offered a polite smile-- ill delay you no further,miss.

--Oh please its alright. I bumped into you-- they insist-- have a nice day,sir.

--You too,Miss.

His eyes do linger when they go up the stairs,blinking slowly with this warmth in his cheeks. Gorgeous woman,beautiful...

Who was he trying to convince? He had no chances with a high class woman like them...

With a sigh,he begins to walk away from the library.

Just another day in the Office.

Color him surprised when a letter arrives at his humble abode inviting him to tutor the daughter of the Ayere family. Apparently the young Lady had run into trouble with the staff of the library and refused to help them get the books needed.

So,they reached out.

He answered happily,especially when he saw how much the family was willing to pay him. A letter was swiftly delivered and the Next week he had secured a New job...

The Ayere homestead was beautiful, cozy, with grand gardens,halls and rooms. He is guided by a servant to library of the family- It was missing quite a few tomes, mostly of english history and culture.

--Ah Mr.Hastings!--Jerico greeted from their spot on a comfy sofá,they had an Journal and pen ready--Thank you for accepting my family's offer.

--Yes...of course-- he Walked up to them and set his books-- Why me,if- If you dont mind me asking. You never had classes with me before

They shrugged-- You seem like an illustrious professor,besides I had a good feeling about you.

--Well,better not to dissapoint a Lady like you. Shall we begin?--They nodd-- Alright,today ill tell you about the beginings of england,The anglo-Saxons and the like.

So it began regular classes,some would be spent sitting at the library and Jeri would take notes and quizzes on what they learn. Others would be spent walking around the gardens as Lancaster talks about the culture of england.

Along these classes,sometimes personal talk would spark between them. Jerico had all these amazing stories of travelling around the known world,about all the Shenanigans they got up to when nobody was looking.

They were entretaining, fun. Filled with adventure and they were a natural story teller..

--You should Write a book with everything you just told me-- Lancaster said with a tiny smile,he'd never admit it but they had a way of softening his rough edges.

--Oh,youre too kind-- Jeri answered,Their heels crunching under the gravel path. --I love writing,but I doubt anyone would hardly read anything written by a woman.

--Nitwits, pay them no mind-- He reassured-- I know I would

He offers them this quick,warm smile. They smile back-- A Man of your station Reading my books? What an honor..

Lancaster's face warms up, he looks away from those gorgeous green eyes and instead turns to the blooming gardens of forget-me-nots,roses and sunflowers.--Im but a simple teacher

A gentle hand settles on his shoulder,theit voice softens-- not to me...

With his eyes wide he looks at them, they look back with shame-- I-

--Im so sorry,Mr.Hastings--Jerico said,looking away and pulling back their hand. Their palm rests on their chest.

--apologize for what?--Hes shy as he takes the hand they so quickly took back-- its...well im honored. Its truly an honour to mean so much to a woman of your station.

Jerico nodds in agreement,interlacing their fingers with his. Theyre meek in their approach,and his heart leaps into his chest. He shuffles closer and so do they,their hands Lower to their sides.

--Shall we continue the class?--He offered with a charming smile.

--Please-- they answer softly,not a trace of shame to be found.

It didnt take Long for the classes to turn into dates,for more money to be paid to the professor. If the Ayere family had noticed anything, they didnt say. Perhaps they saw him as a proper suitor...he hoped they did.

Either way it meant more time spent in the library and the surrounding areas. Lancaster easily added more English books to the bookshelves and his classes were easy going and filled with laughter at his sarcastic witt and the ocassional hissy fit when he kept stumbling over his words.

Though in his defence...his student was quite distracting.

Many times he had to excuse himself and fix his glasses and take some fresh air in before he would just pull his beloved into a kiss.

He wanted their first kiss to be special,to show them he meant to go steady with them... But he ought to be very careful what he wishes for..

--Miss Ayere!--One of the maids bursts into the library one night-- The homestead- The guards-

Jeri stands up and puts their hands on the table. They look at the woman and said-- Speak clearly,please.-- their voice is calm,soft.

--¡Templarios!-- (templars!) Exclaimed the maid before bursting into tears-- They've come to take over London! Please-

Lancaster sees his beloveds eyes harden, not at the woman but at her words. They bear their teeth like an animal and grip their fists so badly they dig their nails into their palms.

--Jer? Whats the matter? Whose coming to take over London?

They walk around the table and take his hand,their eyes are filled with this fear but this seriousness--You take the maid down the tunnels to the hideout,that Will explain everything. We dont have time.

--What- Tunnels?!

Jer goes to one of the bookshelves,pressing an unseen button. A manner of mechanisms click and turn,and the bookshelf moves on a railing. He gasps out a --Bloody hell!

The tunnels lead underground,the white walls turn to limestone and hard rock. The maid approaches being helped by her employer.

--What is going on?--He asked to his lover that only gives him a soft look. Their hand strokes his face with this gentleness.

--Go,and ill explain later. I have something to take care of first.--They squeeze his face in their grasp as if to engrain the feeling in their nerves forever.

From one of the layers of their dress they Grab a bracer and put it on. In a flick of a wrist a blade comes from the underside and then back in,his eyes widen In surprise and they giggle at his reaction.

Before he can get a Word in,hes pushed into the tunnels.

The maid was useless at telling him anything, she only cried and heaved. And the stairs seemed never ending but when they finally reach the chamber,things began to make sense.

Upon the walls there were red banners with a symbol,he has seen them before in books that he thought were misunderstood facts. He reads the tomes there,the letters yet to be packaged and sent.

Assasins, he couldnt believe it.

But it explained the blade his lover had held. The look on their face when the maid announced the templars had come.

In his Curiosity,he slips away from the crying maid and explores the other tunnels. He sees there are secret windows into the rooms,he sees the chaos and mess the homestead had become in the siege.

Yet what really catches his eyes is...

--¡Muerete bastardo!--Jerico yelled as their blade plunged into the back of a templar. They swiftly move to Grab their sword and kill the other attacker.  (Die,bastard!)

Silence settled for a moment before a myriad of steps are heard. Jeri climbs with ease,even in their dress, up the furniture and decorative frames,finding a high spot to perch upon.

When more templars came, they jump from there and quickly take off the board the of the "captain" of the Group. Then,they deliver a quick end to the rest.

Hes in awe,his mouth is agape.

The spirit of battle moved the blade of his lover like a deadly dance,and he had to admit they were most graceful in this grim endeavor.

Jerico flees out of the room and he tries to follow them through the tunnels. He ends up reaching the steps up a tower- one of the pigeon towers within the homestead. He shoos away a myriad of Messenger birds and looks at the battle raging Below.

Each member of the Ayere family fought fearlessly. But he couldnt see his dear anywhere.

--You shouldve stayed in the hideout-- their voice came from behind him.

--Christ!--Lancaster yelled as he jumped and Turned around. His face warms up with embarassment-- dont sneak up on a Man like that!

They snort and shake their head, crossing their arms over their chest-- What are you doing here?

--Following you...--He admitted--Youre an assasin-? I thought they werent Real...

--Lots of things you dont know -- they admit, stepping closer-- Listen, you need to return. But once this is over you could join us...Your skills could be very benefitial..

Lancaster laughed-- not much of a fighter. But ill be happy to help...-- he smiles and they do too. They Grab him by the neck of his clothes and kisses him. He kisses back and his whole body warms up. He hugs their waist and brings them close,staining his clothes with the blood on theirs.

But he couldnt care less.

The kiss has him over the moon,he holds them tight and their hands press against his back.

--More of a lover than a fighter,it seems--Jerico chuckled.

--Perhaps one of our children Will take up the mantel, if I can be so bold...

--You can-- they reassured-- maybe one of our children Will.-- their gaze leaves his eyes,even if it hurts. They see the battle still going on and say-- my family needs me...

--Go, but return to me.

--Always.

Jerico lets go of him and goes up to one of the peeking scaffolding. Lancaster seems worried--What are you doing?

--Love you!--They say before jumping off the edge,opening their arms and letting the wind rush past them.

--Fucking- --He runs to the edge to see them land safely on a big pile of flower petals and leaves. They run out of it unscathed and into battle.

[DISCONNECTING]

Shaun jumped from the Animus with a grin. His joy is short lived as he sees Jerico watching the same screen as Rebecca was- they saw all his memories which-

--Were you that jealous?--They teased,approaching to sit on his lap. He hugs their hips with a pout.

--Bloody desmond has all his ancestors tangled up with yours..I had to try...

--Cant Belive it took me this long to get it right-- they laughed, and he smiled.

--But you did,in the end. You have taste-- he pulls them in for a kiss, hearing Rebecca fake gag

--Get a room,lovebirds!--She screeched.

Thats when desmond and Lucy come in,confused as to what is going on. Shaun pulls back to meet the eyes of his fellow Man and he yells,very proud of himself.

--In your face,Miles! I Got my own ancestor too-!

--What is he talking about?--Desmond murmured to lucy,who shrugged just as confused.

Jerico rolled their eyes so hard,and pulled the brit out of the animus to somewhere quieter to "talk".

This time,he got the girl!.

[legacy-queen]

Text from a hidden location

[y/n],

How are you? Seeing you yesterday after so long made me realized that I have been missing you.

Even if, I am proud to see where you’re at. Your dream job, your dream house, even your dream dog. The thing is, I know you. You were smiling, but you weren’t happy. Yes, I have learned to see past the first impressions.

So what do you think about going for a tea, tomorrow? I could come pick you up at 10? We could spend the day together!

Shaun

(As always, gif’s not mine)

[thelifeofanassassin]

I'm really bad with coming up with angst situations but could you pretty please write something for Shaun? I hope this isn't too vague 🙇

I always have some angst up my sleeve daring! Please enjoy! Angst Requests

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‘I will always love

you, darling’

“This is it, isn’t it?”

Tears clouded your vision as you looked at Shaun. Your heart felt like it was shattering, breaking into a million pieces. You knew this was coming, hell you’ve known for a long time. It was just something you never wanted to happen.

“We have to go our separate ways,” Shaun spoke, his throat tightening

“We don’t, we can work this out. Please….”

Tears slipped down your face as you reached for him only for him to turn away. You couldn’t tell if he really meant it or not, dammit you loved the man for than anything!! You couldn’t let him go, not like this.

“Shaun-”

“Don’t you see! I never loved you! So, stay away from me!” Shaun shouted never turning around

You stood there frozen to the spot. He walked away as you fell to your knees, tears streaming down your face. Only you weren’t the only one crying. Shaun had tears falling from his eyes as well as he walked away. It wasn’t true he loved you more then he could say, but he had to do this to keep you safe. He disappeared from your life, forever.

‘I never loved you’

[elsdaydreams]

“Stay there I’m coming to get you.” For Shaun Hastings, and maybe with neutral pronouns if you’d be willing? Thank you!

83. “Stay there, I’m coming to get you.”

Sorry this took forever, hope you enjoy! Also I think I kept it neutral, but if I didn’t I apologize!

When you had committed yourself to the brotherhood, you knew that when the time had come for your last moments on earth, there was no one that could save you. You knew that you couldn’t call the police, you knew you couldn’t expect your brothers to come be your knights in shining armor (assassins cloaked in darkness? lmao). Within the ever dwindling numbers in rank due to the persistent forces of the Templars, you recognized that lives couldn’t be spared for one person. You knew that when you signed up for this suicide mission, but when you were standing there alone, no one by your side, you couldn’t help but wish it was the opposite. Both Rebecca and Shaun were in your ear freaking out because there were more Templars coming up into the building, on top of the thirty to one ratio on the floor you were already in. It’s not that you weren’t capable, but they knew. Someone amongst your brotherhood must’ve known. That, or it was all a set up and your informant betrayed you. Naturally, as you were coming to these conclusions, Rebecca and Shaun were too. And, fuck, you were getting tired.

“Stay there, I’m coming to get you.” Shaun’s voice sounded so unsure, yet steady. He was right, there’s no way you could do this alone. Which meant there was only one outcome. Which really, really sucked.

You laughed breathily, “like hell you are Hastings. Stay put.”

“In sixty seconds twenty more of them are coming in,” Becca’s voice broke through. “They’re coming from the left wing stairs.”

You nodded your head, ducking behind a desk while they tried to formulate a plan. “Isn’t there construction on the left wing,” you asked.

A curt yes from Shaun was the reply. You moved as quietly from the right side of the floor, your blade ready to take down anyone in your way. If you could just make it to where the scaffolding started, you might have a semblance of a chance.

“Thirty seconds,” Shaun’s voice reminded. You tried to ignore how shaky it was. You were starting to run out of desks to hide behind as you got nearer to the left wing door.

“Ten seconds,” Rebecca whispered. “There’s no one on the floor yet, go now.”

You slammed the door open and ran towards the scaffolding. You were cutting it close on time, you could hear their footsteps make their way up the stairs. There was no time at all and you could feel death lurking. You prayed that it wasn’t yours. The first Templar made his way up the stairs, his gun pointed at you just as you made the halfway point to where the scaffolding began. With the momentum you had from running, you dropped to the floor and slid towards the edge of the building - just barely missing a bullet shot from the bastards gun. An intake of breath filled your ear as you gripped the pole of the scaffold, then the edge of the floor as you threw yourself down to the floor.

“Holy shit,” you breathed. Relieved laughs filled your ear now as they both released the breaths they were holding. You quickly made work of getting to the next lower floor. “Is there any way I could get a getaway car?”

“We’re already on the way,” Shaun assured.

[teecupangel]

I'm almost sorry to add another story idea to your backlog pile, BUT:

Elijah finds out what his dad went through, manages to break into a parallel universe, time travels to the 3 eras of the main ancestors, and tries to change things enough to save Desmond. Altair, Ezio, and Ratonhnhake:ton ask this tiny, angry, sarcastic, cactus of a child why he's doing what he's doing, and he eventually explains it over time.

Desmond, on the other hand, is watching all of this through the animus: a son he didn't know existed was trying to save him. An infant who he had never met, and who had never met him, was fighting time and reality itself to save him from a fate that still hasn't been explained, was showing more care and love and compassion for him than anyone Desmond had ever known before. And it hurts, because Desmond just grows to love him more and more, but thinks he'll never truly meet him outside of a Bleed.

Elijah never seems to age, even though he spends like forty years picking on Ezio. There's a statue of him in the Monterrigioni sanctuary, and he hates it with a passion.

Just... Elijah trying to fuck up time enough to save his dad, and Desmond watching all of it both touched and heartbroken, because if he's going through all of this anyways, it was all for nothing.

Then Elijah comes out of nowhere in the Grand Temple and sucker punches Juno with a data virus he had hardcoded into their lineage's DNA over nine centuries lmao

Please never be sorry for sending me an ask. Pile as much as you want as long as you guys understand that it would take a while for me to answer them (a month or so at this point XD)

Okay, but can you just imagine if Elijah was just a teenager in this one? That would give more of a sucker punch vibe to Desmond once he learns who Elijah is.

He has the ability to time travel but he can’t control where he gets sent. His goal had been to save Desmond Miles but he made the mistake of tying his time to Desmond Miles and not to someone more stable like Rebecca Crane or Shaun Hastings.

Hell, William Miles would be a better choice.

Because…

Desmond Miles’ ‘time’ is connected to the memories he watch in the Animus, making Elijah slip in and out of certain ‘times’, following the memories Desmond watches.

Desmond assumed Elijah was one of the informants in Altaïr’s memories. It’s only when Altaïr began to see him as an annoying child who always got in the way of Altaïr’s missions that Elijah told the truth.

Why?

Because Elijah has nothing to lose from telling Altaïr the truth. He was a prisoner of time itself, being yanked time and time again. He has a theory that he was being yanked to the time in Altaïr’s life where Desmond was watching him so he figured he could give Desmond information as well using Altaïr.

It would be funny, after all.

The Isus have chosen Ezio Auditore to be their prophet.

Why couldn’t Elijah make Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad his prophet then?

And he’ll take Ezio Auditore from the Isus as well.

Maybe it was Aita’s selfishness and desire for power.

Maybe it was his very own selfish desire to have something that was truly his.

“Shall we make a deal, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad?”

“A deal?” Those golden eyes seemed to pierce his very soul.

But it didn’t matter what he saw.

He cannot begin to fathom the truth.

Not yet, anyway.

Right now, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad was a man lost in a vicious snowstorm threatening to swallow him whole and pull him to his frozen grave.

He still haven’t found the warmth he was meant to have, given to him by the Calculations.

“My name is Elijah.” He said, “I am a child of Time itself.”

“What nonsen-”

“I will correctly tell you what will happen when you confront Garnier de Naplouse.” Elijah stated, making Altaïr stop from walking away from him. Altaïr turned just enough to stare at him with one of his golden eyes as Elijah continued, “And I will tell you the future you are meant to have.”

“And what do you want in exchange?”

“From you? Nothing.” Elijah admitted, “All I want is a bit of your time.”

“My time?”

“To talk to Desmond Miles.”

Altaïr frowned as he said, “I do not know anyone by that name.”

“I know.” Elijah answered with a nod, “But he’s watching you. The Templars are forcing him to watch you right now and it is because he is forced to watch you that he comes to care for you so…”

“I will help you save yourself, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.” Elijah said, “To change your fate to whatever you desire, instead of what has been laid out in front of you. In exchange…”

“All I ask is you listen to me so I can take to my father.” Elijah’s lips curved into a small smirk that felt more Aita than him, “And to commemorate my first message to my father, I believe I should tell him an important truth.”

“Lucy Stillman is a Templar who betrayed the Assassins.”

(I feel like in this case, Elijah would provide more information and let Altaïr do what he wants. He only starts to actually have a more active roll once the memory seals from ACR starts and he grows close to Altaïr’s children. By the time he gets to Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton, he’s more ‘fuck the backseat, I’m driving’ and actively helps. This ends up with Elijah finally ‘returning’ to Desmond Miles’ time just as Minerva and Juno told him what will happen if he lets the world burn and, by that point, Elijah had already completed a device that would force Juno’s consciousness to operate the device in Desmond’s stead).

[reddeaddamnation]

Being an assassin and Shaun falling for you: <headcanons>

> At first he teases you and jokes around like he does with everyone else, but towards you he is never mean like he is to the others. You can say this is his way of flirting with you.

> Secretly tries to get your attention in any way possible. That’s why he sasses you so much.

> Wouldn’t ask you for help, but secretly hopes that you will come and ask him if he needs any so he can say yes and be close to you.

> When you are alone with him, he actually gets kinder and is easier to talk to without being a drama queen.

> Practically trips over his own feet just to get over to you and help you when you ask him to. “You like her, don’t you?” Desmond asked once. “Why should it be your business to know who I have affections for?” Shaun answered. “Well, today you almost threw yourself in her direction when she told you to come and help her, but when I asked you for help you told me to fuck off.” “I waS BUSY!”

> Everyone notices that he has fallen for you, but he desperately tries to deny it. Nobody buys it, though and they tease him endlessly about it. “Come on, Shaun, we know you like her!” Rebecca teased. “Oh, ha-ha.” Shaun rolled his eyes “Like I don’t have enough important work already. All that is missing is me being in love. No, you are wrong.”

> He gets really jealous when you talk to someone else, especially when it’s one of the guys. In those moments, he becomes meaner and sasses you at a point when he would practically insult you and hopes you get the hint that he is jealous. He of course apologizes later for being mean.

> You find out that he is in love with you one time when he had an outburst because he had enough of Rebecca’s teasing. “YES! YES I LOVE HER! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!” “Shaun?” you called “You do?!” you exclaimed happily. When he noticed you, his eyes widened and he started suddenly coughing and clearing his throat “I...” he started, but you cut him off because you threw yourself in his arms, making him blush even more, while Rebecca exclaimed “Finally!” Shaun quickly regained himself and scolded her “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

> You distract him from his work and he scolds you for it. “How am I supposed to work when you are always on my mind?!” he asked. “Shaun, it isn’t my fault!”

> Scolding him for being so mean to Desmond.

[emzysimagines]

Being Shaun Hastings' girlfriend would include..

Request - Hey I wanted to ask if you could do a "being Shaun Hastings' girlfriend would include"? If you're interested of course.

Warnings - Slightly, triggering content. A few curse words and/or insults are in here.

A/N - I'm back, guys! Sorry for the wait!

Being sixteen's Lucy, minus the traitor part.

Having been taken by Abstergo since a very young age.

Being convinced by Abstergo that they totally work on human subjects for pure science.

Abstergo convincing you that Templars desire order.

Them leaving out how they want to enforce order.

a.k.a via slavery.

Slowly becoming sixteen's friend.

Him telling you and explaining to you what he sees - how he feels.

Having doubts about Abstergo.

Watching him fade.

Sixteen leaving you evidence and clues to trace.

Him knowing you were smart enough to go with tiny clues and hack past great firewalls.

Finding all, which he had seen.

Finding a video, which he had recorded for you.

The video is the last one of the glitches in AC II.

"I see myself as a Templar raping women, killing people and getting killed myself as an Assassin. I don't know who I am anymore. I'm tired."

"Run, (Y/N)."

Feeling scared to act, once you realize the Templars' true desires and realize what's right.

Going to the assassins after seeing all the data, Abstergo had, and all the data, they didn't have.

Lucy finding you.

Lucy introducing you to her little team - Shaun and Rebecca.

Staying in their secret hideout, as you didn't have anyone or anywhere and tech was your life.

Shaun being his snarky self.

Biting back at him whenever he decides to bitch about you.

Being Rebecca's favourite girl.

Your mind being like Rebecca's and Shaun's combined.

Being a strategist and having a deep look about everything.

Hacking into any computer, you predict Abstergo will use, before they even fully move into that headquarter.

Being so friendly to Desmond.

Him reminding you so much of Sixteen.

Always correcting Shaun's theories.

"What do you think happened? Of course, he never went back to the Villa. There was no way he would've ever gone back! He was attacked, his uncle was killed - only trauma waited for him."

"But his legacy waited for him. It was his home. It was where he had learned the ways of an Assassin. I think he definitely went back."

Shaun being annoyed by how you always bite back.

But impressed and a little turned on when your points and theories are proven.

Avoiding Desmond as best as you can.

Being emotional about going to Villa di Auditore, as you have seen Ezio's memories through Sixteen's eyes.

Shaun noticing your trauma.

Your hands trembling when you stand in front of the statue of Amunet, as you had always found her interesting when Sixteen told you of her.

Shaun grabbing one of your hand and giving you a small nudge.

Looking at him in disbelief at his actions.

"Don't look at me like that."

Shaun being your rock.

Him accidentally confessing that he's in love with you during one of his bitching fits at Desmond.

"It's, absolutely ridiculous! Because, you know what?! I'm in love with you!"

"What?"

"I love everything about you. You're smart and how you always seem to look ahead is brilliant. And don't even get me started on how you always outfoxing me with your little vixen theories. Though, I didn't think someone can do that, it's so hot."

Him being so embarrassed after he's done.

Taking off his glasses as his cheeks redden.

"Oh, dear..."

Grabbing his face and kissing him instead.

Part.2 coming up soooooon!

[zombie2315]

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