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reemonna · 7 months

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HI! Love ur blog. Can I req some nsfw headcanons for Connor Kenway? ;)

Oh dear, this is the first time for me to write a whole nsfw blog and I'm so anxious about it, especially if it's about Connor. I hope I won't disappoint and thank you so much!

!!! (Warning: NSFW / not for minors / +18 content) !!!

NSFW Ratonhnhaké:ton / Connor Kenway headcanons

(During the events of AC3)

In spite of his terrifying physique and alarming gazes when he's hunting down an enemy, he can be the softest and most caring creature you'll ever get to know when it comes to him having a physical contact with you

He's so strong and able-bodied, so he can pin you to the wall with both his arms easily and you're here squirming before his huge body

When you're giving him head for the first time he'd be really concerned and anxious the whole time that you might choke. He's fully aware he is that huge

Him having kinks? I don't think so. He's an innocent boy, it's even possible for him not knowing what does the word 'kink' stand for in the first place. He could even ask you about it

"Nó:ronhkwe (love), what does the word 'kink' mean?"

"Where did you hear that from?"

But if he did have kinks, they would be the least risky and hurtful ones. Which means BDSM is a conclusive no for him

Connor is a busy man, he doesn't really have the time to have sexual and romantic relationships, he was once afraid he couldn't give his woman what she deserves. So having you would be his first. Yes, that means he is a virgin

Thus explain why he's shy and probably doesn't know what he's doing in your first time together. But he's a fast learner, with very observant eyes and sharp senses, he will take some mental notes of how to improve and get better by the time. And he definitely does

He's pretty skilled with his hands, according to training and using different weapons and managing them perfectly, so he really knows how to use them well, and he's ready to show you that in other ways than fighting, to play you like a violin, turning you into a sobbing mess

During the whole thing he will ask you some questions from time to time like 'Are you okay with this?', 'Am I doing good?', 'Do you want me to stop?' to let you know that he's wary and willing to make it as comfortable and pleasurable for you as possible

You wouldn't imagine what it's like to do it with him when he's mad about something. He turns into one brutal beast you won't be able to feel your body for a week at least

Once he's done and returns back to his senses, he will regret it immediately and keep on apologising (even if you're not really protesting), making sure you weren't badly hurt

When you're both close enough, he likes to play chasing games with you, tag for an example. He likes watching you from afar, determining your location with his secondary vision, licking his lips and eyeing you in a predatory way, closing the distance between you slowly like a vulture hunting down its prey. That's until he surprises you with a full-of-happiness giggle and hugs you. Holding you tight in a teddy bear way as if he's won his prize, whispering promises of a long blissful night to your ears

He looks like a sculpted statue of a greek god after reaching his climax. With his tired handsome face, pumped lips (more than they actually are), sleepy beautiful half-closed eyes, flushed tanned skin, tiny whines escaping his lips from time to time, sculpted flawless body and a rising and lowering sweaty chest. If he's conscious enough he would have a little wanton smirk on his lips with his eyes fixed upon you

He's the sweetest boy when it comes to the aftercare. He gives away lots of kisses and cuddles, asking you if he did well enough, could even prepare a bath for you to get cleaned up. He doesn't let you make the least effort possible. He takes care of everything himself until he finally lays beside you in bed, pulling you into his lap, fondling your hair tresses and kissing your forehead softly, wishing you sweet dreams

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frenchoravocadotoast · 4 months

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The Scab & The Scar I

Basim Ibn Ishaq x GN!Reader

Warnings: Implied NSFW

Word Count: 1140

A/N: Happy New Year, everyone :) I finished writing this while I was recovering from a hangover, so hopefully it doesn't feel too rushed. I realized halfway through the story that the fanfic might be getting too long, so I've decided to cut it into smaller chapters. Hope that's okay!

Many years ago, before you were tasked with traveling around the world and spreading the word of the Hidden Ones, you and Basim were attached at the hip.

It was bound to happen. Two young novices, both taken under the wing of the assassins at a relatively young age and bearing a relentless thirst to prove the world what they were made of. Your personalities clashed at first; training under the same tutor would prove to be a disaster. Thus, for the sake of balance, you were mentored by Rayhan’s teachings whereas Basim was trained by Roshan.

You took training seriously – not that Basim didn’t, but it wasn’t in your nature to indulge in large gatherings at night. Roshan was just like you in that regard; but you were not her ward, and your actual mentor had different plans in mind for you. Instead of retreating to your tent by sunset, Rayhan urged you to join the bonfire of rowdy novices. It is there that you come to know Basim properly, and like the fire that crackles every night, a spark ignites between the two of you.

It starts off small – you spar together, wooden swords in hand as you dance around each other; but then training escalates into gifts and spending time together at night, long after your peers have fallen into a deep slumber. You undergo the ceremony together, showing off your hidden blades and new robes to each other. Basim jokes that you have to put these things to use, and suggests patrolling together from time to time; but even once your duty is over, you come to rest together by the bonfire once more. For you, it’s a sacred ritual. A time for the both of you to bask in the silence of the night and just exist. He tells you stories of his childhood as he pokes at the embers, whispers about the stars in the sky, the world he’s always wished to travel and see with his own eyes; words meant for you alone. During one of those nights, comforted by the warmth and light cast by the fire, you share your first kiss. It’s gentle, inviting, and safe – there is no rush, and no words are exchanged for the rest of the night; but you figure he has no regrets from the giddy grin that adorns his face, and the longing glances he sends your way the next morning.

Basim is a bit cheeky by nature, you’re aware of this. Wherever you go, his hands follow, and if your duties keep you apart for far too long, he comes to whisk you away. That kiss by the bonfire turns into two, then three, and then you lose count. He steals kisses from you when others aren’t looking, brushes his hand against yours when you walk past; and like a spell a witch has cast on you, you start seeking him out too. Basim notices, and he can’t help but smirk everytime you linger close to him. It warms his heart, really; and the feeling only intensifies when you both learn you’re being sent to Baghdad to dismantle the order of the Ancient Ones together.

Baghdad gives you mixed feelings to this day. You know the man has been plagued by nightmares in his past, but neither of you are expecting them to return and throw him off balance the way they have. He struggles to sleep, and you start to worry when he talks to himself or thrashes around at night.

He never quite speaks of what he sees. He claims he doesn’t understand it himself, even after so long, and continuously apologizes for waking you up. You tell him you don’t care about being woken up, relishing the warmth of his hand which clings to yours for comfort, and you’re awarded with a squeeze. The assassin’s headquarters are a safe haven for you, and Basim releases a relieved sigh before pressing his lips against yours. This kiss pales in comparison to all the other ones back in Alamut – they were fleeting, teasing even, whereas this one is slow and drawn out. It grounds you both in the reality that you’re there for each other. This kiss is here to stay, and so are you.

The air grows hotter when he closes the distance, and your hands begin to explore each other’s skin. He swallows your sounds, bodies intertwined as you roll onto the bed; and you spend the night tangled in each other’s limbs, sheets coiling around the both of you and squeezing you together like a snake of love.

Baghdad was supposed to be a new chapter for you after that night, but fate had other plans. Basim becomes torn, a beautiful rose hurt by its own thorns; a flower to be admired from a distance, but not touched. He doesn’t shut you out, not really, but you can tell his mind is elsewhere everytime he comes back from a mission. Although he struggles, he speaks of what he’s learnt regarding the order and his visions; and the irony twists your heart when you realize that despite the amount of clues he’s discovering, Basim feels more at a loss than ever.

It all changes when Alamut is attacked. Fuladh shoves a satchel bag into your hands when you are summoned to the bureau, ordering you to protect the few books the Hidden Ones hold sacred – and run. Far, far from the ambushed camp you were built upon, and into unknown territory. Find the other Hidden Ones, convince outsiders to join – anything to help your people’s cause and creed, if they were to be completely slaughtered in this battle.

You want to ask him where Basim is, but time is ticking. Fuladh hops onto his horse and rides East, towards Alamut. The bureau is now vacant, and even if the people of Baghdad continue to go about at a leisurely pace, you know there is a war raging next door, painting the dunes and mountains in crimson red. If you do not leave right away, the order will find you.

But the pounding in your heart tells you you can’t leave just yet. You scale up the buildings, leaping from roof to roof even when your muscles throb in pain, pushing yourself to check all the spots you know he visits. The House of Wisdom, the garden, the Bazaar. But you find Basim nowhere, and the revelation constricts your throat. For whatever reason, he is no longer in Baghdad; and if he is on his way to Alamut, then your lives part here. You are needed elsewhere, now. Going to Alamut would ensure the extinction of the creed.

And so, with a heavy heart, you turn away from the one place you’d called home over the years, and steal a horse for your escape.

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etherealsdreaming · 1 year

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When They See Her Naked 💜

Altair Ibn La’Ahad

💜 It was another average day under the syrian heat of the sun to the kick of sand as you fought off your opponent. After a few hours you called it a day and headed to your bedroom, closing the door and pulling off the many layers of clothing to your person. Unknown to you, Altair laid on your bed, reading, then watching as you stripped in front of him. You sighed and turned around stopping in your tracks as he raised a handsomely dark brow at your reaction. Your body finally catching up with your mind you ran towards the window curtain covering your body and sending out demands of his reason for being here. He stood up, setting the book down on the bedside and said, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen…” He walked towards the door and stopped; looking over his shoulder he continued, “or to be embarrassed about…. You’re beautiful…” Leaving the room with a gentle closing of the door you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You didn’t know if you were insulted or honored by his comment only that he sent a deep red blush that covered your body.

Ezio Auditore

💜 You arrived back at the base to report your findings. But when Ezio saw the amount of blood covering your clothes he rushed to check you. You assured him it was not your own, he sighed in relief and offered you his room to get cleaned up in. As you finished bathing, unknowingly Ezio set a new pair of clothes by the bed when he saw your beautiful naked body climbing out of the bath with water running down those long curvy legs. Before you could even notice his presence he hid behind the dressing screen. He couldn’t help but take a few glances, worried at first; that you may have lied because of your pride. He was relieved you were unharmed as the only sight he saw were the curves, soft creamy skin and the beautiful sized breasts your body possessed. And at the moment you turned away; he quietly snuck out to get some fresh air and imagine all the things he could do to please you.

Connor Kenway

💜 Joining Connor on a long journey; you both decided to find a place to camp out for the night. While he went out to gather firewood and set up camp; you left to the river close by to wash off all the dirt and blood from your earlier encounter with red coats. Then you heard a movement in the bushes, scaring you you let out a scream. When Connor heard your scream he dropped the pieces of wood and ran towards the river, looking around he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of your bare naked body before him. When you turned around at the sound of shuffling feet, you attempted to cover yourself up. Both a blushing mess he turned away from you. “What happened?” “A-a animal in the bushes… It’s gone now, you can go…” He nodded and left silently. For the rest of the evening you both were put in awkward silence at the occurrence that happened earlier.

Arno Dorian

💜 Being best friends with Arno provided a sanctuary of safety. So when you got injured on a mission he immediately requested a doctor to the cafe and refused to leave your side till you were completely healed. He only left after you persuaded him to go on the mission the council was asking for. When he was finally gone on a mission you slowly got out of bed and attempted to start undressing for a bath. Unfortunately, he arrived home early and inquired your reason for walking about. You insisted your need for a bath and when it didn’t look like he’d win, he sighed and offered to help. Despite being close and him not knowing your feelings; it didn’t stop you from being self-conscious. But you appreciated when he tried not to stare and when he removed your clothes and helped you into the bath. Later he came back with fresh clothes and a towel. Drying your legs, he accidentally looked up when you spoke to him; leaving you only to embarrass yourself more and almost tripping when you attempted to grab the towel, he handed it to you and looked away blushing. “You’re beautiful…” in return you blushed and shyly replied, “Maybe I should finish this myself…” he nodded and walked out the door. It was something you both tried not to talk about afterwards.

#arno dorian #altair ibn la ahad #altair x reader #arno x reader #connor kenway #connor kenway x reader #ezio auditore #ezio x reader #assassins creed #ac preferences #ac unity #ac 1 #ac 2 #ac brotherhood #ac 3 #ac headcanons #ac imagines

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gaminggirls · 1 year

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Dating Connor Kenway:

he cares so deeply for his partner

you're his everything

he lets you lead

you pursued each other in the beginning but Connor let you judge when things happened

but as soon as you gave the green light to moving forward in the relationship Connor eagerly moved in

his kisses as gentle but determined

Connor is a passionate man, make no mistake

he can be rough but he can also be tender

super protective

he knows you can hold your own but he can't help being watchful over you

he has a high sex drive and is willing to go anytime you want

very concerned with consent and boy is is sexy

he's not a big pda person

however, when you two are alone, Connor can't keep his hands off you

would do anything for you

picnics and long walks

stargazing and late night deep talks

Connor tells you anything and everything, he wants you to know him best

he can be so romantic sometimes, but always a little awkward and it's super adorable

he's so soft for you

loves playing with your hair and braiding it

he's so proud that you're with him

#connor kenway #connor kenway headcanons #assassins creed #assasins creed headcanons #connor kenway imagine #connor kenway x reader #assasins creed imagine #assassins creed x reader #ac imagine #ac headcanons #as x reader #assassin's creed iii #assassin's creed

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renleonhart · 1 year

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AC Men using peel off masks (while the ladies are watching and laughing at them.)

Altaïr: Pfft, he doesn't understand why the others are screaming and hollering while peeling this stuff off. It's like a walk in the park for him....that is until he realizes that some of the stuff got in his eyebrows and then he is just thinking "well, fuck."

Ezio: "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" Poor man is in tears, because it's all in his beard and sticking to the strands of hair that fell loose from his ponytail. And it hurts. Claudia is trying to help him, but he keeps pulling away so it took Leonardo and Mario to pin him down while Claudia is ripping the mask off of him like a bandage. Meanwhile Leo is not helping by being all like "Now you know the real peice of beauty, huh?"

Edward: Kinda in the same boat as Ezio, except he is a little more tolerant to it. He legit says "ow" maybe once or twice because the mask stuff is also somehow in his beard and sideburns. But it wasn't that bad.

Haytham and Connor/Ratonhnhaké:ton : Kaniethtí:io overheard him say that there was no possible way that using a "simple" face mask cleanser was that painful, and that everyone is overreacting. So, she slapped a good amount on his face and told him "You're going to wish you never said that." Though she also did the same to Connor just to see who will last longer before the stinging of having their skin pulled by the mask becomes too much.

Haytham is making faces and funny sounds as he's trying to be gentle and removing the dry mask off, while Connor isn't even batting an eye (it also helps that he was smart and used a bandana to cover his hair before allowing his mom to put the stuff on his face.) Haytham finally conceded and allowed for Kaniethtí:io to finish off the rest while Connor was watching with an expression that was a mix between amusement and smugness.

(Might do a part 2 to this, to include the rest of the AC men once I try to think of more things to write.)

#assassin's creed #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #haytham kenway #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore da firenze #edward kenway #ac leonardo #ac leonardo da vinci #kaniehtí:io #claudia auditore #ac modern au #assassin's creed modern au #ac headcanons

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cats-and-fiction · 1 year

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How does each Assassin handle a nightmare?

Sorry for answering years later but I'm alive again and here. I did bit my teeth out with this request for ever and since I have gotten it I never felt like knowing how to answer it well enough but now I feel like I have a answer that's good enough. I did leave out the newer ones, the ones I don't know what to write about or the ones I'm not familiar with.

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad

In his younger years he had a lot of nightmares often connected to his assassinations but with growing older he grew accustomed to it. His nightmares lessened and if he has one he tries to do something else to not think about it. He doesn't confront it, think about it or anything else. Often goes for a night time run or decides that it's now time to wake up and begin the day before the sun even rises. He wouldn't be able to get any sleep anyway.

Desmond Miles

Similar to Altaïr Desmond doesn't want to go to sleep after experiencing a nightmare. Rather just goes onto the phone and plays one of the crappy little games installed on it like snake. If he is with Reader and they would wake up too and ask what happened he would talk about his nightmare.

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

After a nightmare Ezio lay in bed for some hours trying to comprehend it I believe. Though if he was with Reader and they wake up he has some other ideas what to do with the rest of the night if you catch my drift. Especially in his younger years he would get a lot of nightmares often in connection with his family he would be pretty shaken up. Maybe he even cried a few tears here and there. Not maybe, he did. Though he wouldn't let anybody know that he had a bad sleep in the next morning. He is too proud. Though he would confine into Reader if they asked and if he trusts them at the time.

Edward Kenway

I don't think nightmares affect him. Maybe the pretty personal ones might shake him up but Edward seems like a man that stands up, gets dressed and just goes to the next bar and pour down some drinks to get rid of the memories of having them. Often the reason why he says he doesn't have one since h doesn't remember them.

Evie Frye

Evie is very shocked after them and has some tears to shed. If she is with reader she will cuddle up to them and after a nightmare it's a time she shows how vulnerable she is. She talks about them if Reader asks and will try to go back to sleep. She doesn't see much sense in trying to do anything else, especially if the night is still young. She wouldn't give the nightmares a win by not going to sleep after them.

Jacob Frye

Jacob is similar to his sister though he distracts himself before going back to sleep. Often he went to his sister when he was young and slept in her bed. Now with getting older he sees it as a little fight. Why admit defeat against the nightmare by not going back to sleep? Though he does a little distraction before either by taking a little walk or if he is with Reader and they are awake he initiates something spicy and ignoring their questions why he woke up so suddenly. If Reader is sound asleep he cuddles up to them.

#assasins creed #altair imagines #desmond miles #ezio auditore #edward kenway #evie frye #jacob frye #ac headcanons #reader #assassins creed reader #assassins creed headcanons #requests open #writing blog

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shinra33459 · 10 months

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My ACNH Villagers random headcanons and tidbits

Lobo

He always says that he's an old man, but in reality, he's not even middle aged yet: he's only 38.

When he was younger, he was a Marine and quite proud of his service. He earned a few medals, got to the rank of Staff Sergeant, and was a Drill Instructor for his last 2 years. Afterwards, he became an MMA fighter.

Getting him to open up about his military experience is a bit difficult, but he'll talk your ear off about his time as a professional fighter.

Being a Marine plus being a professional fighter put a lot of wear on his body. He may be 38, but he feels like he's 55 with all the damage done to his body.

He likes Bam a lot because of his fitness-oriented lifestyle. Although, that blue deer could use some more discipline and be a little less arrogant.

He'd be happy to help push Bam to his physical limits and even teach him some new things like some martial arts or boxing.

Bam

One of the younger villagers on the island at the age of 24. Don't let his youth fool you, he does have some decent knowledge and wisdom under his belt.

Fitness is all day, everyday bro. Asking Bam to not do something physical is like asking him not to breathe.

His old job was being a trainer at a gym. He knows the value of fitness and encourages everyone to be their healthiest.

He's a very hands-on kind of deer. Whether it be building, catching bugs, fishing, that's the kind of thing he loves to do. Learning anything new, it has to be physical so he can learn it himself.

He's a huge connoisseur of sports. Football, soccer, baseball, basketball, hockey, and even motorsports, you get him talking about sports, he will not shut up.

He sees Lobo as a great friend of his and got the old wolf back into the realm of exercise, which was easy. He thinks that Lobo is a bit stuck-up but that he means well.

Pashmina

She's a bit younger too, but a little older than Bam at 27 years old. She's been around the block quite a few times and is almost as wise as Lobo.

She used to work at a diner as an assistant manager, but despite this, her cooking skills are average as she used to be part of the wait staff.

Because of this, she's very kind and caring towards other peoples' needs. But with her experiences in waitressing and management, she doesn't take crap from anybody.

She won't hesitate to fight anybody who hurts her friends. Whether it be physical or emotional, she doesn't care.

She likes Lobo a lot; both of them are stubborn and headstrong. At first, she hated his guts though. Pretty much the same story with Bruce.

Also enjoys talking to Sherb who is pretty much the island's therapist.

Sherb

He's the youngest on the island at 20 years old. He's a bit naive but he just wants to see everyone be happy. He doesn't care who they are, he just wants to spread smiles.

Hasn't worked a serious job in his life yet. He's done some part-time work though in his teens before moving to the island.

Out of all the residents on the island, he's the best cook out of all of them. His parents taught him how to cook incredibly well, and he wants to be a chef at a good restaurant someday.

He loves talking about and even catching bugs. If he isn't being the island therapist, you can usually find him looking around for some kind of bug to catch.

Out of all the villagers, he's the most partial towards Vesta. She's incredibly nice to him and he sees her as a very close friend which also enjoys his cooking.

In many ways, he's the polar opposite of Lobo and Bruce. While they're more stubborn and callous, he's docile and kinder.

Vesta

Out of all the villagers, Vesta is the oldest at 48 years old. Even being almost 50, she knows the most about computers compared to anybody on the island.

Her old job was working in I.T. and she had been doing that for the last 25 years before she finally retired a few years ago, earning her pension.

She decided to come to the island to enjoy her retirement, and living on an island colony sounded like the perfect opportunity to unwind.

She's best friends with Sherb, but also views herself as a motherly figure. That boy is too naive for his own good.

She gets along best with Sherb and Bam, but is a little biased towards Lobo, Bruce, and Pashmina. She just thinks that they're too stubborn.

Generally supportive of everyone on the island. She is a bit of an old-fashioned lady and has her own line of thought on how people should behave.

Bruce

Bruce is older than Lobo but younger than Vesta at 42. He's a bit opinionated when it comes to advice and often gives unsolicited advice.

He means well by it but doesn't really understand that people don't always want his advice.

Before leaving to go to the island, he was a night club bouncer. He had to be mean and tough to scare off would-be troublemakers at the establishment.

Behind all that tough persona, he's really a nice guy who wants to enjoy life. He's getting older so his mind is on the horizon with things like retirement and family.

Growing up and living in a big city for most of his life, he's used to a lot of noise, but the island is a nice change of pace.

He gets along with Lobo, Bam, and Pashmina the most. The rest he is neutral towards for the most part.

Beau

Beau is a part of the younger crowd on the island at 25. He's a simple man and enjoys some good relaxation, no matter what anyone says.

Before he moved to the island, he was a full-time college student, and recently earned his degree. While he may be smart, he isn't the most mature.

His choice to move to the island was because he just wanted to have some time to relax. At this point, he doesn't even care if his career ever takes off.

He likes Sherb the most because Sherb also enjoys relaxing, but he isn't the biggest fan of Bam who constantly pushes him to be active.

Despite him being a laid back college student, he gets along well with Bruce, that street-smart ex-bouncer.

As long as people aren't pushing him to do what they want, or what they think he should do, he doesn't really care.

Audie

Audie is in the middle of the group when it comes to age, being 30 years old. Despite no longer being in her early 20s, she still likes to party and have a good time.

Before she came to the island, she was a DJ going all over the place playing music. Even a party animal like her needs some peace and quiet.

She heard that coming to some deserted island with some other strangers would be a fun experience and she was immediately down to try it out.

She gets along with everyone else besides Lobo and Bruce. Those two just find her to be condescending towards them and also a bit annoying.

Out of all the villagers, she vibes the best with Pashmina, as both love to just gossip to each other about things that come to mind.

No matter what, Audie is just here to have a good time and try to spread some good vibes.

Phil

Another middle in the age group at 33 years old. He is a bit of a cocky bird that loves to boast.

Before coming to the island, his job was being a baseball player for a Minor League team, his dream career.

He came to the island because his contract wasn't renewed, and he wanted some time away from the baseball diamond. A getaway on a deserted island sounded perfect.

He gets along with pretty much everyone, and doesn't cause any problems either, despite his somewhat egotistical nature.

Out of everyone, he tends to hang out around Bam the most. The both of them love talking about sports, and Bam loves that Phil was a baseball player.

All around, Phil just wants to enjoy himself as much as he can. He spent a lot of time on the road as a professional athlete and was in dire need of a break.

Savannah

Another in the younger crowd of the villagers at 22 years old. She loves to meet new people and experience new things.

Before coming to the deserted island, her main job was being a tour guide at a nature preserve. She loves the outdoors a ton.

Getting to explore new environments was what drew her to the island in the first place. Having just the opportunity to do such was more than enough for her.

She's fine with everyone on the island except for Lobo, Pashmina and Bruce. She thinks that they're too pigheaded and doesn't care much for them.

She and Vesta get along the best. Having another villager similar in personality to her is all that she needs.

You can normally find Savannah going around the island exploring and trying to find new things. She also frequents the museum and eagerly awaits new arrivals to see.

#animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #acnh #animal crossing headcanons #ac headcanons #ac lobo #ac bam #ac pashmina #ac sherb #ac vesta #ac bruce #ac beau #ac audie #ac phil #ac savannah

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itseivwhore · 2 years

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Look at me in the eyes [figuratively], look at me and tell me that in a modern AU Ezio wouldn't be obsessed with the old Italian song "Bongo Cha Cha Cha".

Altaïr:

Connor:

Edward:

Shay:

Arno:

Evie:

Jacob:

Kassandra:

Alexios:

Bayek:

Eivor:

Leonardo:

Ezio:"BoNgO La! BoNgO cHa ChA cHa! PaAaArLaMi dEL sUd AmEEEEEEEEEEEEÈriCÀ!"

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heart-locket-musicboxless · 8 months

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There are three kinds of LGBT headcanons:

Actual queer coding / metaphors ("Nimona is trans because her creator made her as a way to express his feelings as a trans person")

Vibes ("Link is genderless because I said so")

It's funny ("Phoenix Wright is asexual because he's the Ace Attorney")

#Bonus one : 'they have the flag colors on their outfit'#fandom #nimona #the legend of Zelda #zelda #tloz #botw #link #botw link #ace attorney #Phoenix Wright #queer #lgbt #lgbt headcanons

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drstrangedaughter · 4 months

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Bi-Han‘s family issues

Syzoth‘s random headcanons

Liu Kang ⋅ Hands of God (x fm reader ; 18+)

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reemonna · 8 months

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Hello can you make a another hc’s or Connor ? ;)

Yes, sure! Thank you for the request! (And sorry for the delay) To be honest, I was looking, lately, for some excuses to write more about Connor since he's my favourite assassin so here are some Connor headcanons. I hope you love 'em! (I will certainly be uploading other Assassin's Creed characters headcanons, but I think I'm going to stick with Connor for a while)

When you're stressed or panicked with Ratonhnhaké:ton / Connor Kenway

He blames himself for what you had to go through

He will try so hard not to show it. But his stoic face gaunts gradually seeing you weep and sob in his arms

He shows various signs, biting his lips, intensely moving his gaze away, gritting his jaws, or clenching his hands cruelly that his knuckles turn white

He gets narky and manic to the point he could set the whole world on fire just for your sake

He's considered socially awkward, thus why he's not really able to express what he really feels correctly -and nicely at the same time- since he comes from an isolated society, and he doesn't open up to anyone about any of these sensitive issues and events, especially these which happened to him as a child. So he just stays silent, holding the urge to say anything that might make the situation worse as much as possible

He will leave you alone for some time to let you calm down and manage yourself on your own should he feel you're stressed out in his presence

He tries containing and perhaps dragging these vengeful and bloodlust thoughts out of your consciousness -in a situation of one of your loved ones dying by the enemy-, whether by distracting you or alerting you of what walking down that road could lead to

He doesn't wish to witness you turning into someone he long-lived detested and fought, like the templars, or like himself sometimes

He'll try to know who's behind your sorrows and deal with them, staining his hands with more blood to keep yours clean

He will lean closer to you, aiming to embrace you, and by accepting his offer he will gently wrap his arms around you, holding you tight and absorbing your anger

Taking you to a tranquil place, where no one can be seen or heard except for your footsteps, and maybe the animals running around you -if you were in an open space among the nature-

He thinks a little walk in such places could ease the tension even a little bit, since he used to spend a lot of his time there whenever he wants to clear his mind

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frenchoravocadotoast · 6 months

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Cogito, ergo sum

from Latin "I think, therefore I am"

Basim Ibn Ishaq x GN!reader

Prompt: Basim survives the temple

Warnings: Implied NSFW at the end

Word count: around 4k (big boi)

The cliff is his safe space.

It has been ever since he first arrived at Alamut. You remember meeting the young man he used to be, a clumsy thief with a shy stubble that paled in comparison to the beard he’d grown throughout his training. It made him look wiser, you supposed. And wise he was, for he was educated by none other than the silence of the mountains and the sword of Roshan.

He was a smart man, but going into the temple was not a smart choice at all. Roshan had tried to stop him and failed. She walked out of the temple with a limp, holding her shoulder and her side as her head hung low in shame – defeated by her own student, her son, in a way. She couldn’t bear to look you and the other novices in the eye.

But that was okay, because you couldn’t look at her either. You couldn’t look away from the mountain that stood tall before you all, the grinning cave that held Basim’s life over your heads.

He wasn’t coming back, Roshan said. You didn’t listen. Didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge the novice who tried to pull you away from the cave. You heard your mentor’s footsteps grow distant as the murmurs of the hidden ones mourned a new loss. You’d almost joined in their whispered prayer when you saw it – a wheezing figure stepping out of the cavern, hand pressed against the rock as they kept their gaze low. You rushed to meet them halfway.

It was him. Basim. The matted jet black hair was hard to miss, along with his beige and blue robes. His brown doe eyes flickered and met yours, but before you could reach him, he put his hand up and yelled at you to stay away. His stance had become defensive, a shaky hand resting on the handle of his sword, as his eyes watched you and your friends with wariness.

You frowned; called out his name and watched as the grip on his sword tightened. Those eyes of his didn’t regard you with the same warmth they used to. They were scared, angry, and untrusting. His lips that would smile so often were pulled down into a snarl and his brows were etched into a scowl. His body, once so sure and confident in his walk, trembled under your gaze.

Before you could say anything, he ran. He climbed up the cliff with the expertise of a man who had endured years of training, or with the velocity of a lizard who feared for his life. The tails of his robes whipped in the wind when he reached the summit and disappeared from your view.

But he hadn’t run away. He lingered in his trusted spot by the cliffside. Rayhan would watch him from his tent and study his behavior. In the mornings, Basim would sit to meditate. It wouldn’t last long before he’d start to pace, hands in his hair before he’d yell up at the sky, fall to his knees, and throw rocks against the floor. After his fit, he’d try to sit still again, fail, and do it all over again.

When night fell, he’d crawl down the cliffside and rummage through the baskets of food you and the other novices had purposely prepared for him. He avoided you like the plague – whatever had happened inside that temple, whatever he’d seen, had shook him to his core. It was enough to haunt his mind even when one of his old friends attempted a conversation with him during one of his nightly visits, and he’d only granted them a glare. You kept your distance, watching from your seat near the fire, when he looked at you, frowned, and left to return to his cliff again.

It broke your heart. He loved that cliff, he’d found peace there during his troubled past, but now it only seemed to isolate him. But that was the point of meditation, wasn’t it? Keeping the world out, silencing your mind? If it worked for him then, why couldn’t it work now?

He needs time, Rayhan told you one day. You both watched from his tent as Basim had finally settled down after pacing for hours – he sat criss-crossed, hands resting on his lap as he breathed out. He lasted 3 hours like that. You found yourself smiling at the sight.

Maybe meditation did work.

Months go by. Winter greets Alamut with a snowstorm that would put the Gods to shame, but the canyon protects your stalls, tents, and beds from the howling wind above. You think the harsh temperatures will lure Basim down from his lair, but you grow concerned when the snow starts to pelt down on you and there is no sign of him anywhere. The spare pelts and blankets in your tent call out to you, and without thinking it much, you strap them to your back and go look for him.

You find him halfway through your climb. He was smart enough to flee from the icy winds in the mountains, and found shelter in a little panhole on the side of the cliff. He’s setting up his own tent when you call out his name. He turns to face you with a bewildered look, like it’s his first time seeing another human in his life, when you give him the folded blankets and pelts.

“You’re going to need these.”

He takes them from you, eyes flickering over your face, and whispers a soft thank you.

You give him a small smile, because those two words are enough to make your heart soar and jump around – but you don’t want to scare him. You’re about to leave when he says your name.

“How are you still here?”

You shrug.

“I never left.”

He frowns at that, although it’s not the same frown he wore when he first came out of the cave. It’s the kind of frown that tells you he’s thinking, mulling over your words, wanting to believe them. You believe them, because you know the Hidden Ones would never leave him behind like that; and without saying much more, you part ways again.

The snow melts and gives way to the blooming flowers. You’re helping Rebekah fix the handle of a sword when someone taps your shoulder – Basim stands behind you, giving you a quick smile that barely peeks out of his blue scarf. It disappears just as quick as it comes, but it leaves you breathless nonetheless.

He asks about Rayhan’s whereabouts, and you can only point him in the right direction as words fail you. It’s the first time you see him talking to others of his own volition; and when he leaves after voicing his gratitude, you turn to look at your blacksmith friend. She’s looking at you slack-jawed.

Basim starts coming down more often since then. Just a month ago, he’d joined you by the campfire while Nur told a story. You’d patted the empty seat next to you, and when his lips stretched into his usual warm smile, your heart squeezed.

You’d missed him.

Speaking of Nur, you saw him talking to Basim on the cliff just this morning. They were rekindling their friendship as Nur showed him the tapestry he’d been working on all winter. If he’d gone up there unannounced, maybe you could try talking to Basim too, right?

That’s exactly what you do. I’m in control of the story.

He’s sitting close to the edge, looking at the setting sun, when you stop behind him. He spares you a glance, as if he’d been expecting you, before patting the empty spot next to him, just like you had done with him. You carefully sit down when he speaks.

“It looks beautiful from here, does it not?”

You hum and nod. “I can see why you like it so much.”

“It is very freeing to experience life from these heights. Down there, we’re so small.”

Your lips stretch into a smile – he’s starting to sound like himself again, with his wise and philosophical words. It itches at the thorn that’s been stuck in your heart since he grew distant from you all, and you find your words leaving you before you can register them.

“I missed you.”

His expression falters at that, and a saddened tint floods his gaze.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I do. I was not myself when I left that cave.” he whispers, grimacing. “I was never myself, it seems.”

You stretch your legs out, nudging his boot with yours. He smiles wryly at your attempt to comfort him.

“What makes you think that?”

“What was revealed to me at the temple…” he gestures with his hand, but no words come out, and he promptly drops it. “My life was not meant for me to live.”

“I do not understand.”

“You must think me mad. Even now, I do not quite believe it myself.” he scoffs, eyes glazing over. “I was just a vessel, a fool fighting against nature.”

There is not much you can do for him, you think. Not much you can understand, either. Until Basim doesn’t fully capture what troubles his mind, you doubt you’ll be able to get through his defenses. But with him, it’s different. Basim sows and reaps, builds and destroys – the walls he’s built around himself stand tall before you, but they’re no match for him. They’re like overgrown weeds he needs to pull out. In his novice years, he used to speak of the power and danger of one’s own mind; and he seemed to be heeding his advice even after all this time, for he continued to speak despite your silence.

“There was this… machinery inside the temple. Nehal told me to open it, and when I did–” he swallows. “It was pain after pain, memories that threatened to claim me, fears that broke my very soul. And then, when I was begging for it all to end, praying to be let out– Nehal wasn’t there anymore.”

You frown. “Your friend?” he nods in response.

“She was never there.”

“She was gone?”

“She wasn’t real.”

He rakes his hand through his hair as he hisses through his teeth, like the revelation itself burdens his heart soul. You watch in awe at the raw display of emotions as he frowns and his hoarse voice speaks up once more.

“I lived a lie. It was all my fault. I killed the Caliph, I dug my own grave, led myself into the very trap fate had woven for me.”

A tentative hand rests on his forearm, and you squeeze to break him out of his trance. Basim turns to look at you, bearing the look of a man drowning in despair and needing it all without knowing what he yearns for.

“And yet, you live.” you whisper.

He sighs in return. “I live.”

“I understand why you were so defensive when you left the cave.”

He shakes his head, looking at the setting sun that paints the sky in a purple hue.

“I thought I was imagining you all. Sometimes, I fear I still do.” he looks at you, frowning. “If I believed Nehal was real my entire life, what was stopping me from believing you were real, too?”

“I don’t recall ever meeting your friend.” you think out loud. “Did she ever interact with anyone other than you?”

“She was a very private person.” he speaks like he misses her. “Nehal didn’t like meeting new people.”

You give him a sad smile. Even in the face of reality, it’s hard letting go of a beautiful lie.

“But you see us talking to other people. I talk to you, but also to Fuladh, or the merchants in Baghdad. They’re real - and I’m real too.”

“For the longest time, I thought maybe I was imagining it all. That you were all a fragment of my imagination.” he shakes his head. “I failed to see the line that separated reality from fiction. When I was in that temple, I thought my entire life was a lie. I was trapped in a void, but then I saw this light - and I ran and ran, thinking I could escape from it all.”

Basim is ranting now as the words come more naturally to him. His gestures become more frantic as he turns to look at you, eyes wide like the day you saw him stumble out of the cave.

“But then I saw you, and I thought I was still trapped. Eventually with time, I came to think you would all disappear.” he stops, and his gaze softens. “And yet, you’re still here.”

You whisper. “I’m here.”

His eyes linger on you for a moment, before he nods and looks at the horizon again. The sky is dark by now, and you smile at the memory of Basim teaching you and your friends about astronomy. He’d learnt it all when he taught himself to read in the House of Wisdom, but unlike the scholars that demanded an audience to witness their greatness, Basim taught for the pleasure of teaching. Whatever he’d read during his time in Baghdad or witnessed in his past lives had definitely made him wiser beyond his years. If there is a God, he’s been generous with Basim – all that knowledge has fallen into the right hands.

But his usual passion for the stars is dormant now. You glance at him, taking note of his silence as he resumes his meditation, and take that as your sign to give him some space again. You’re sitting up when you feel his hand grasping your forearm, but when you look at him again, he doesn’t react. But the hand doesn’t relent either, and so, you decide to settle down again.

It’s quiet between you, and it makes his whispered words so much louder. They’re a promise of a better future.

I missed you, too.

Summer comes and goes, and trees start to shed their yellowed cloaks again when Basim decides to move out of the cliff. It’s a misty morning, courtesy of the rainy weather in autumn, when you see him walking down the slope towards your tent. He’s carrying his rolled-up mattress and tent with him, sparing you a smile when you approach him with a big grin of your own. Perhaps your excitement is a bit too palpable, because his brows raise in amusement when you ask to help him carry his things – but you’re too distracted to notice, ranting about an oh-so convenient spot right next to your tent, and he promptly follows after you.

But the muddy slope demands a sacrifice, and your foot slips in front of you. Years of training abandon you as you reach for the slippery boulder next to you, but you miss once more. A hand holds you by your cloak, but it’s too late, you’re falling forward and hoping the mattress in your arms will break your fall, and then – the mattress grunts?

You look up, feeling the familiar fabric of robes under your cheek. Basim has taken the brunt of the fall, cupping the back of your head with his hand as his other arm wraps around you. It’s almost comical when you both look at each other, slowly sliding down the last inches of the slope as your robes get caked with mud. And then, he laughs.

It’s a low chuckle, but it makes his chest shake nonetheless – you can feel it reverberating beneath you, and you find yourself grinning at the sound. You’re sure it’s the first time you’ve heard it in over a year.

So much for a Hidden One, he says. You huff in response, shifting in his embrace when you feel the hoop of your belt digging into you, but not leaning too far away from him either.

His eyes are lidded now, and his smile has softened. You can’t look away. Basim’s hand reaches up and his thumb brushes the corner of your brow, removing dirt from your face, you assume – but all he manages to do is smear it even more.

You don’t really care about the mud, anyway. Something has changed between you two, and you’re sure he can feel it, too. It’s obvious in the way he refuses to let go of you, the way he looks at you. You tell yourself that the mud is heavy on your back, that it weighs you down and pulls you closer to him – and he doesn’t resist it either, especially not when his lips barely brush against yours. You’re about to press closer when Rebekah’s voice speaks behind you two.

“Is the floor comfortable?”

Winter is relentless once more. You’ve all hitched your tents closer to one another to preserve warmth, even knitted some more scarves to protect yourselves from the chilling bite of the wind. The bonfire is bigger than ever, it could easily give your location away to your enemies, but only fools would venture all the way to Alamut during wintertime and expect to survive – both the weather and a clan of trained assassins.

You’re more than safe, both from outsiders and the elements. Your hidden blade is always strapped to your forearm, and as for the elements? There 's Basim.

He makes sure to save you a spot by the fire, and has a woolen blanket for those particularly colder nights. Sometimes, when he’s feeling extra nice, he offers you a cup of tea, too.

His tent is right next to yours and you always catch him reading a book late at night or early in the morning, swaddled under the bundle of blankets. He can always tell someone is watching him, and when he makes eye contact with you, he never fails to give you a wink.

It’s an ongoing thing. You really don’t know what’s happening – but you get your answers soon enough.

The fire that keeps Alamut warm needs to be fed, and Rayhan refuses to have people venturing out into the snowstorm alone to collect firewood. Thus, he sends you in pairs, for two people can look out for each other and carry more wood back to the tents.

You’re used to the ruthless weather in Alamut – sandstorms are no match for you, nor the heaviest of rains. But there is something about snow that weakens and tires your body without even trying. You’re shoving the wood into your robes and arms before the cold catches up to you, but your movements become slower with each second, and Basim notices. He grabs your bicep and raises his voice over the hissing gale, signaling that it’s time to go back.

You don’t remember how much time you’ve spent outside, but when you return to the shelter, your damp robes are weighing down on you. The cold has seeped in, stiffening your limbs, and you promptly drop the wood close to the fire to dry for tomorrow.

The warmth in your tent has never been so inviting. The small torch lit by your mattress is the only source of light, bathing the space in a dim orange hue as you change out of your robes and put on some dry ones. It’s still cold, and the goosebumps on your skin make you hiss when the sensation of a hundred needles pricks your skin.

Someone clears their throat outside your tent before the tent flap is lifted – Basim is standing there, now wearing dry robes too. He smiles at you when you greet him and he nods at your damp clothes.

“I put mine by the fire to dry. Do you want to give me yours?”

You nod and he leaves with your robes in hand, but returns soon after with a bronze cauldron in hand and a towel on his shoulder. You eye him, confused, and it’s only when he sets it down before you that you notice the steam coming from the water inside.

“Nur thought we could use it to get warm.” he explains as he sits down next to you. He grabs the towel and dips it into the cauldron before wringing it out, getting rid of the excess water.

“That’s nice of him.” you smile.

“It certainly is.”

He holds the damp towel out to you, but you frown.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You don’t have a towel?”

He huffs out a laugh at that, shrugging.

“He only gave me one. You take it.”

“No, no – you take it, Basim.”

“I have not come here to argue with you.” he whispers, and presses the towel closer. “Besides, you need to get warm more than I do. You seemed to be struggling out there.”

He 's right. The needles on your skin dig deeper when the hot steam dances before your eyes, so close yet so far away. You’re about to take the towel from him when you feel a soft warmth blooming on your temple.

Basim gently presses the towel onto your skin, eyeing your locks, now damp from the melted snow. Your body immediately reacts to the touch – the needles ease, your fingertips tingle, and against your better judgment, you lean into his touch.

The cotton moves down your face, where Basim softly caresses your cold cheeks. Warm droplets roll down, but they soothe and feed the bumps on your skin, like flowers craving water after a dry summer day.

This isn’t something that the other paired novices did for each other when they went out looking for wood.

But Basim isn't like the others, is he? He stands out from them in the way he thinks, speaks, cares for others, looks at you, touches you.

The heat from the towel tickles your skin, or perhaps it’s your own cheeks burning at the revelation. He moves down to carefully rub the silky cotton around your neck, easing the cold that has nestled there and weakened your voice. His body leans slightly closer to gain better access, and his other hand rests on your knee for support. Without thinking it twice, you nestle his hand between yours.

It’s cold, much colder than you expected, but you feel it relax in your hold when your fingers intertwine with his. He continues to bathe your skin with the warm towel, eyes following every motion as your gaze is trained in your conjoined hands. It’s been minutes now, and you can’t feel him warming up yet, but your body is burning under his touch and attention. Your mind is foggy, your tongue loose, and your words tumble out before you can stop them.

“You should get warm, too.”

The towel pauses, but then you hear him hum. His eyes are on you now, lidded, you notice – and they slowly trail down the peak of your nose, down the cupid’s bow, all the way to your lips. They remain fixed there, fluttering when he notices you lean closer, and he whispers back.

“Maybe I should.”

Your lips brush against each other, just like that day at the muddy slope. But there is no one around to interrupt the two of you, no storm to keep you apart; and with a shaky exhale, Basim’s lips lock with yours.

He is a patient man by nature, but this kiss – it cries of overdue affection. You’re kissing like this is the only thing that can satiate your hunger, a hunger beyond the carnal dimension. It’s the kind of need that has been boiling up to this point for months, years, even – long before he’d stepped foot in that cave. It was always there, dormant.

The towel drops to the ground with a thump. His hands find your hips and cup your cheek as your breathing quickens, and he only spares you a second to breathe before he starts to pepper kisses along your jaw. Your hands find his scalp and you gently massage it with your nails, making him groan against your skin; and when his hand sneaks under your blouse, you smile at the warmth his touch now radiates.

The next time he kisses you, he tastes like glass. Like there are broken shards that cut his tongue and make his words bleed while he sings you praises. The illusion is broken, the mirror destroyed; for his touch is real, he is real, and so are you, and so are the kisses that you keep stealing from each other.

Your arms wrap together and bring you closer to each other as he pushes you back against your mattress. The cauldron is long forgotten, the warm water no longer needed as you both breathe the same hot air and look at each other like you’re drunk on wine. Soon, your clothes come off, strewn somewhere on the floor. You lose yourself in the embrace of love, lips swollen and unrelenting; and in the privacy of a flimsy tent, you and Basim become whole again.

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etherealsdreaming · 1 year

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When You Both Realize You Love Eachother 💙

Altair Ibn La’Ahad

💙 You: The mission was simple. Splitting up you would take care of the lieutenant and him the captain. Meeting at the rendezvous point you waited anxiously for his arrival. When he finally climbed up you sighed in relief. He asked if you succeeded. But before you could get a word out you saw the guard pulling back the bow. Panicked and desperate, you pushed Altair to the ground and laid atop him before it could hit. He looked at you in question then to the side, while your focus remained on his; he rolled over, atop you and threw a throwing knife at him. You were in a daze and a blushing mess as it happened all at once. Standing up he forcefully pulled you up and along with him as you both headed towards the Bureau. Arriving without anymore witnesses he turned around and lectured you for spacing off. Not paying attention you started to understand why you felt so panicked when it came to him and your lack of focus. Even when furious at you, you couldn’t help but be consumed into those amber eyes of his as your heart beat faster at your proximity to him.

💙 Him: After becoming the new mentor he could never understand why he was so inclined in having you help him rather than attend missions by yourself. It was only when you helped him with his paperwork much to your dismay in wanting more missions did he stare at you in wonder. As he watched you focused in on your work he found himself drawn to you and wanting to say something, anything. He started to realize the possibility of his feelings as he hasn’t felt them in such a long time till you came into his life. That’s when it all changed and he wants nothing more than to keep you by his side.

Ezio Auditore

💙 You: You joined in on his mission by being displayed as a couple to gain information. Despite your protests of dancing he pulled you to the dance floor. You were anxious never the best at dancing, seeing this his thumb rubbed circles along your back reassuring, he said to keep your eyes on him and nothing else. You did exactly as he said and found his slow and easy pace helping you adjust and eventually it almost seemed as if everything around you disappeared leaving only you and him to exist. As you continued with the steps, keeping your eyes locked on him, you found yourself blushing and realizing those feelings you thought you left behind once were real and true even to this day.

💙 Him: It was after a dangerous mission when you helped Ezio’s injured body onto the bed. Soaked in his blood you panicked about the amount he lost and refused to leave his side despite the doctor ushering you out. For weeks you cared for him through his fevers and pain. Even when he awoke at last you helped feed him, change his bandages and regain his strength. Being his greatest strength against it all. It was only when Caterina made an appearance did he hear your angry voice. Sitting up wincing at the pain in his side he slowly got up and shuffled his way to the hallway. He watched as you yelled at Caterina about the way she has treated him and the fact she never once came to visit him, care for him like she did in his weakest moments. Caterina gave a horrified yet angry expression, turning her heel and walking away. As he attempted to move back to his room he heard you rush towards him to help. He stared as you fussed over him and apologized for disturbing his rest. But in his mind he started to wonder, hope and question himself. All this time he has followed and vyed for another woman’s attention and left with many lonely nights and heartbreaks. With none more caring and attentive as the support you have given him today. He realized how blind he was before and now hoped to return those actions with his own and that maybe just maybe he would finally have someone to love.

Connor Kenway

💙 You: You were taking your time exploring the forest and most importantly practicing your climbing skills. But after a few hours of not returning home did Connor come looking for you. Startled by his voice you misstepped and found yourself caught in his arms. You blushed at the close proximity, sheepishly looked at him. Slowly he let you out of his arms and headed home in complete silence. It was then you started to realize the reasoning behind your feelings and actions as of late.

💙 Him: You joined Connor on his sea explorations. As he took command of his ship he looked down admiring the way the wind blew through your beautiful tresses. He saw the wonder in your eyes and the smile plastered on your face. Lost in thought he soon heeded what everyone has told him, the very love he had for you.

Arno Dorian

💙 You: Completing a mission rarely goes as planned. So when you find yourself being chased, pulled into a small hiding spot and pressed against Arno does the atmosphere change. You lean your head against his shoulder, breathing him in as his arms encircle your waist, keeping a watchful gaze out for danger. In that very moment you find your heart stuttering with a longing for him is when you knew you fell deep.

💙 Him: Getting rejected by Elise was one of the most painful experiences aside from losing you as a friend. Drinking away his sorrows in the memorable place of Versailles, until when he encountered you. Slowly he found himself taken care of by the very person he used to call friend. But it was only now that he started to realize all the longing he’s held deep within his heart was not for her but you.

#arno dorian #altair ibn la ahad #altair x reader #arno x reader #connor kenway #connor kenway x reader #ezio auditore #ezio x reader #assassins creed #ac preferences #ac headcanons

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