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Assassin’s Creed 3 Connor x reader chapter 3 ~one month later~ You packed up a small bag of you clothes and a small basket of food for the trip home. You walk to the living room your simple work dress flowing. You stop just at the entrance of the living room where you see the old man Achilles sitting in front of the fireplace. “I’m heading home Achilles. Is there anything you need me to do before I head out?” “No nothing else.” You walked over and stood in front of him leaning down and hugged him, and he hugged back. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t see you on your birthday [Y/n].” You p

 The wind blew suddenly around you, you shivered and drew your winter shawl closer to your body. Thankfully the furs shielded your senses from the cold. You looked over at Connor who was walking quietly alongside you. He wasn't shivering in the slightest. Unwavering as usual, dressed in the winter variation of his assassin robes. He wasn't speaking much today, the two of you were on your way to New York and you weren't sure when you'd be back. Both of you would miss the homesteaders and close friends, and you weren't sure when you'd able to walk through the wonderful frontier again. So naturally you were both slightly down trodden. Neither of

    There’s dead silence in the bunker. Sam and Dean are skulking around somewhere on the first floor and you can hear the deep rumble of thunder from outside. It’s been stormy, dark, and rainy for days, making the roads flood and too dangerous to travel on. Castiel has been zapping in and out on occasion to make sure that the bunker is stocked with food and other supplies, but the angel can’t do anything to prevent the onset of cabin fever.     About two hours ago, you and the boys began to engage in a series of games that none of you had played since elementary school. The first games had been hide-and-seek and a modifie

:bulletblue: Sherlock-x-Reader: Somebody Loves You :bulletblue: It was cold. Bitterly frozen winds wiped about the streets of London, accurately marking the time of year as the dead of winter. And yet, it wasn't because of the January weather that you felt cold. But rather what was currently happening to you on the inside. Too much pain, too much confusion. . . Too much life.   You stood silently on the edge of a large bridge- which one it was you couldn't say- and felt the wind rapidly gush through your (h/l) hair. You had come here mainly to think- as you usually did when things in your life got rough- but tonight was different than usua

 Warning: This fic is not an AU or a remake, but is slightly altered. Please do not insult me if this does not go the way you want it to go, or if there are minor problems with how I write. Just tell me where there needs to be touched up. nicely.This fan fiction contains mild angst. Without further adieu, Please enjoy..    Her eyes- her unmistakably (e/c) eyes that reflected every passing moment, staining them to the back of her mind like bleach. It was easy, for her at least, to be able to remember every single frame of the world. Her mind was like space; vast, never ending, and filled with glorious sparks of new ideas. Though, whenever s

Ever on and on I continue circling With nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing And suddenly I see that I can't break free— I'm Slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony To tell me who I am, who I was Uncertainty enveloping my mind Till I can't break free And Maybe it's a dream; maybe nothing else is real But it wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel So I'm tired of all the pain, all the misery inside And I wish that I could live feeling nothing but the night You can tell me what to say; you can tell me

“What do you want with me you son of a dick?” Dean asked menacingly, his green eyes glaring at the vessel of the devil himself. Lucifer smiled at the Winchester sinisterly. Yes, he thought, I will finally get what I have always wanted. To annoy Dean further, Lucifer began to circle him, his cold, sinister eyes watching as the human began to fidget under his gaze. “Come on!” Dean yelled, trying to move away from the fallen angel. He soon discovered that his body was frozen, as if from fear. Why can’t I move? He thought to himself as he watched Lucifer circle around him like a cat stalking a mouse. What Lucifer d

 He grabbed you by the throat and lifted you off the floor where you previously remained idle. His piercing gaze tore through you, but you couldn’t feel anything, say anything, or do anything except let the man have his way with you. It was brutal but that was the consequence you had to face. His face came dangerously close to yours, “You drive me fucking crazy. From the way you smell, to the way you feel under my fingers, everything about you I love so damn much.” He growled against you, his grasp on your throat constricting even more. At this point from the way his fingers gripped your throat, you should’ve said s