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Brother shay X Haytham X Reader: CH 2
CH2 The brandy
He hadn’t been this happy since he found his fathers killer, or when he became Grand Master. Who would have thought that meeting a young lady in a grocers would turn out to asking her on a night for drinks, let alone her agreeing with him. Walking into the tavern he spotted Lee, sitting at the bar with a glass of brandy, not unlike him to be drinking half way though the day, so he made his way over to him.
“Charles” he spoke, calm and ordinary as usual. Charles looked up from his drink and smiled slightly
“Grand Master. Welcome back...empty handed?” he looked at Haytham up and down, not a bag in hand.
“Yes, I'm sending you to retrieve them now, I was out on some separate business” he crossed his arms and stood straight, posing his authority. Lee simply nodded and tipped his head back to fin
Brother Shay X Haytham X Reader
CH 1 Unexpected Encounters
Shay Patrick Cormac, an Irishman, and also an assassin...or rather to be correct, a former assassin turned Templar. Now Shay wasn't just any normal guy, oh no, he was your twin older brother, by at least 5 seconds that is. You wanted to be like him, and you did everything he did, always there, following him and sometimes he would teach you some things he knew, like defense and proper thieving, mostly for survival.
In the year 1747, things changed. Your father died and when Shay went to become an assassin, you wanted to be right there with him, but this was the one thing he seemed to forbid you from doing. So in confusion and anger you asked why, and he simply replied that he wanted you to be safe....that was the last time you saw him, it was almost 10 years since that day, and every day since then you had looked for him, trained to become strong like him, an
I'm Sorry, Please Return (Sam X Reader)
One hand on the steering wheel, and one intertwined with (Name)'s, Sam smiled at her, nodding his head to the beat. She grinned and tapped her foot against the floor of the Impala. Dean sprung up from the backseat, not even a broken foot stopping him from singing along. (Name) laughed, leaning over in her seat to give her boyfriend a gentle kiss on the cheek. He winked at her an continued his drive to Bobby's.
“You did not just do that!” (Name) shouted in surprise, wiping the snow from her face. “Well, there's no one else out here.” Sam replied with a smirk. She scrunched up her face in the way Sam always found adorable. Leaning down, (Name) packed a snowball into her palm and looked back up at Sam. “5 second head start.” Dean came outside to watch Sam high tailing it into the woods with (Name) running after him.
“Maybe we should take a break.”
(Name) wiped the stray tear from her eyes and gathered up her backpack. Sparing one last lo
I'll Carry You (Castiel X Reader)
The thump of your school bag being dropped on the ground only made your faint headache grow. You couldn't figure out why Sam liked coming to school so much. The constant bullying and pressure of teachers was hard on you. Not to mention hunting every other day. Your teachers questioned if you were abused at home. Maybe emotionally, but nothing you couldn’t handle.
You knew your father favored Sam and Dean over you. Maybe it was because you were a girl, or because most demons came to you, attracted by your looks. You fought just as well as them all. You’d taken down your fair share of creatures, but it wasn’t enough. Sam and Dean tried to make you feel special, and you appreciated it. But you knew you would never measure up to them in your father’s eyes.
You ignored Amy Perkins and pulled out your notebook Dean had stolen from the gas station a month ago. You had already filled it up with poems and pictures, most of them relating to your l
Saving Dean (Sam X Reader)
Picking up your boyfriend's ringing phone, you sat up from your laying position on the couch and pressed the phone to your ear.
You eyes widened and you immediately ran to the bathroom door, banging loudly on it a few times.
"Dean? Where the hell are you, you've been gone for 3 weeks!" You said and put the phone on speaker as Sam exited the bathroom.
"In Nevada, this place is a real funky town." He joked and your eyes shot to Sam who began to fill up two backpacks.
"Why don't you come and we'll go out to lunch? Bring Sammy too." Dean said unenthusiastically. You picked up a pen and wrote the address Dean told you on your arm.
"Dean, do yo-" The line disconnected before you could say more.
Sam tossed you your backpack and you slung it over your shoulder before grabbing the keys to the van you borrowed (stole).
Rushing out of the motel room, you handed Sam the keys and got into the passengers side. You told Sam the address and he slammed on the gas.
"He'll be okay
Until Dawn: the Fading Light Ch.1 (Josh/OC)
Summary: After a year has passed, Katelyn Munroe returned back to the mountain with her eight friends on the anniversary of the Beth and Hannah Washington. She never wanted to come back after what happened. Resented to those that cause what happened; Katelyn can only hope this weekend will go by quickly. However, things soon take a sinister turn when the group realize they are trapped on this mountain, and are not alone. There Katelyn must hold back her grudges, and must harden herself due to horrors that soon awaits her. Here kindness, and innocence are weakness; only the strong will survive. She cannot keep relying on these people; including her very own brother who she has a sour relationship from the start. Katelyn now must swallow her fears, and grow out of her shell if she wants to survive until dawn.
Chapter 1: The Prank
She didn't know why she even bothered coming. Oh, now she remembers. She was invited by Hannah, and Beth. She tempted not to come, considering
Req. Love Can Last Forever? (Haytham x Reader)"Excuse me. Do you know this man? Or seen him before? He was seen running on rooftops." A redcoat rudely asked, knocking over your bag of food. You glared, but answered. Not in a nice way, either.
"No! I've never seen this man in my entire life!" You hissed, bending down to retrieve your things. You grumbled in annoyance as you stared at his shoes. You stood up again, only to meet his ridiculous face.
"Alright lady. Sorry to bother you." He huffed, turned around swiftly and walking away, asking another person. You rolled your eyes. They were easy to annoy. So were you...
"Why would you get in trouble for running on rooftops? I wouldn't mess with them. They have to pretty brave and string to get up there." You muttered, walking along the path to your small home.
To give it some detail, you lived in Boston, near the countywide of the area. It didn't have many stores for clothing, so you had to travel all the way to central Boston to get some cloth and supplies. You had a smal
Haytham x Reader: Nobody can...Haytham x Reader: Nobody can...
You lay in bed silently, hearing Haytham stripping himself of his clothing, you kept you back turned, having never been the type to stare. The bed sheets were wonderfully soft and enriched with the familiar sent of fresh linen that you so loved. You listened carefully, knowing that Haytham was probably folding his clothes perfectly, then placing them neatly on the chair near the wardrobe, before slipping gracefully into some nightclothes.
Your (e/c) eyes flicked from the pillow to the door, which was naturally shut. You sighed quietly, nudging your head deeper into the unimaginable fluffy pillow, you thought it was like resting on the foam atop an ocean wave, except dry, well maybe your ocean metaphor was not so accurate, a good thing that you were not a novelist.
You felt the bed dip under Haytham’s weight as he crawled up to your side, touching you shoulder lightly. You couldn’t help but jump slightly at the unexpected contact
CM - Of Capture and Hats (Haytham Kenway x Reader)It had started when your assassination attempt on the Grand Master of the Templar Order went wrong and you ended up imprisoned by the man. You didn’t really understand why your mentor would have sent you to assassinate the man this early in your training, it didn’t make any sense to you at all but you still had to follow your mentors order, like it or not. Still, the man never physically hurt you while you were his prisoner and interrogated you for information. You never gave it to him, you couldn’t. It was against your Creed to do such a thing. This was where you currently were, tied up in a loft with a single window to your right, bound to a wooden chair with ropes. Your hidden blade and weaponry strewn across a table to the side so you couldn’t escape.
“Since you are going to be of no use to us… I’m going to let you go… On one condition.” His voice was smooth and velvet like. The accent he had, he was an Englishman. He probably s
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