#genderneutral

[femur-bandit]

NONBINARY AND GENDER NEUTRAL PEOPLE DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER. WISHING ALL THE LOVE OF THE WORLD ONTO NONBINARY AND GENDER NEUTRAL PEOPLE TODAY AND FOREVER

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[shyerue]

PEACE & VIOLENCE

Connor Kenway x GN!Reader

A/N: HERE IT IS ! My tribute to the revival of the Assassin's Creed fandom ! Please like and reblog if you enjoy, to spread the word that the fandom is alive and thirsts for content, even for the 'older' assassins !

Synopsis: Nothing ever goes according to plan, but does it have to when someone loves you who would literally kill for you ?

Genre: Comfort, my attempt at being funny and relatable, Slice of Life

Word Count: 2.0k

It wasn't part of the plan, getting captured by the red coats. It never is really. But right now you truly regret not listening to Connor, or Achilles for that matter.

They both told you to wait trying to take Fort St. Mathieu , but your sources said that this is where they held an old friend of yours. She would have been a great asset to the Homestead. Your mentor was on the same page, but advised not to act hastily.

If only you would have listened.

Your friend grew up with her parents running some stables outside of Boston, and you wanted to see if she would like to join you at the Homestead. Connor was too busy to always take care of the horses, Achilles is growing too old, even if he will fight you to the bone that he doesn't. And you yourself also lack knowledge on a deeper level, and also time.

So, you did what you weren't supposed to do. Stalked the Fort from afar, mapping out where the guards went on patrol, took them out one by one. But it only takes one guard missing in your research to blow it all.

And that how you found yourself tied to the wooden chair, in a moist cellar room, ironically right next to your friends cell.

After the guards left you alone for a minute after questioning you, you turn your head towards her cell.

She calls out your name "Is that you ?"

"Yeah… sorry we have to meet like this, Anne. Why are you here ?" You ask your long lost friend, clearly curious.

She chuckles a bit, before retorting "Could ask you the same thing."

"Touché." You chuckle back, struggling against the restraints tying your arms and legs to the chair. If only you could use your blade.

"They torched our stables, because father refused to give more of our horses to the troops for free. They took me as a prisoner, but they reckoned that without the host. Which is my stepmother." She takes a breath.

"Stepmother ?" You wonder. "Is your mom…"

"Died of the plaque a few months ago." Anne finishes the statement before you do.

"My condolences." You express your sorrow.

"Thank you. I miss her. And said stepmother hates me. Typical for stepmothers if you ask around."

You ponder for a moment, before deciding to go straight for the hit. "You know, I broke in here, because I heard you were kept here, and wanted to offer you a place to stay. With us." You elaborate.

"Us ?" Anne questions, but a tone of interest swings with it.

"Uh-huh. We have a small, but ever growing village not too far from here. And we could desperately need someone to tend to the stables."

Well, Achilles would not have said 'desperately', but oh well.

“It's very peaceful, full of life and guarded by Connor, who is also my beloved.” You admit sheepishly. It was never that Connor was an embarrassment to you, Hell no. But rather admitting to feelings in general was just not your cup of tea.

"Sounds too good to be true. What's the catch ?"

"Dealing with me on a day to day to day basis ?" You attempt a joke, and it is of avail, as Anne shakes her head, laughing.

"You are unbelievable."

"Always have been."

The fun is cut short as the guard comes back, this time, with another man. A noble man it seems. If you believed in any Gods, now would have been the time for a prayer, but you believe in Connor, and he doesn't need a prayer.

The man in the tricorn eyes you thoroughly, before taking his leave. You knew that was Haytham Kenway. Connor's notorious Templar father. Maybe you did need a prayer.

While you talked to Anne for a bit more as the guards left you alone, and to your surprise unharmed.

Meanwhile, Connor was close to tearing his hair out back at the Homestead.

“I'm telling you, boy, they left for that damn Fort.” Achilles reminds him once again.

“No,” Connor objects, rubbing the back of his nose with his pointer finger. “they would do something that reckless.”

A beat of silence passes between them as they stare at each other.

“I will be on my way then.” Connor decides quickly, as Achilles nods approvingly.

He grabs his trusty steed and dashes off through the bushes, straight to the frontier.

The ride seems endless, but when he spots a carriage, a far too polished one for this part of the lands, his stomach drops at the realization who this carriage belongs to, and he leads the steed into the forest.

Tying her to a tree with a small hunting society nearby, he hands them a few coins to take care of her.

Connor manages to track down your path, also investigating the guards routes. He even spots the guard that probably got you in trouble; he was very well hidden. Connor decides to take advantage of the night closing in, and sneak in the same way you took.

He comes pretty far, but can't locate you any further. He doesn't have a choice but to eavesdrop on some guards.

“I almost feel sorry for that girl.” One of them says.

“Yeah, being taken as bait from her father only for him to let her rot here. If that was my daughter, I'd torch this whole place down !” His companion agrees.

“But that's what the others did to her father's property.”

“Eye for an eye, I'd reckon.”

“Fair enough. Do you think the other prisoner is related to that ?”

Finally they are getting to the good part.

“Could be, but I don't care, frankly. They killed a few good lads on their way in here.”

That must have been you.

“Yes, a true beast. Hope they freeze their ass off in that cellar. Gave 'em the cell with the window, so the cold creeps in faster.”

Connor realized he had to hurry, and the guards didn't just give him the information he needed, but also an amazing idea for a distraction.

He looked at the centre building, sure enough with a cellar underneath, a weak light shining through on the small windows. With feather light footsteps, he draws closer, laying on his stomach to peer inside. And sure enough, he spots your robes in the dark room, only illuminated by an almost burned down candle.

Connor whispers you name. When you don't react, he grunts, feeling around the ground for a pebble. He takes on between his thumb and pointer, aiming, and flicking it in your direction.

“Hey !” You exclaim. “Rude…”

“What happened ?” Another voice, a bit more off to the inside of the building, asks, and Connor fears to have given away his location.

“I don't know. Probably a loose ceiling pebble.” You conclude.

Connor sighs and lays his forehead on the cool ground in disbelief. He loves you so very much, more than he ever dared to admit, and he felt like he fell for the most oblivious person this side of the ocean. With a heave, he gets back up from the ground and starts plan B.

Torch the damn place.

It's quickly done. A bit of smoke powder here, a little fire there and voilà; an entire Fort in flames.

He sneaks in as the guards flee, quickly finding his way to you, glad that the cellar is made of stone.

“Connor !” You cry out happily, even doing those little foot taps on the ground that he adores. Reminds Connor of a dog wagging it's tail when they see their favourite person.

“Lucky me ! He found us !”

“Us ?” Connor asks confused, before turning around and seeing a woman tied to a wall opposite your cell.

“Yeah ! Us ! That's Anne !”

“Oh !” Connor's eyebrows raise almost comically.

Anne waves her hand with the little room she has and adds a small “Hello !” to it.

Connor gets to work picking the locks and untying you from your confinements. If he was more open to public displays of affections, you would have kissed him right then and there. Instead, you gave him a squeeze to the shoulder before hurrying off to help Anne, when you notice the fire draws closer.

After you freed your friend, you turn back to Connor.

“Did you lay that fire ?”

“I had to, you ignored my calling and my pebble.” He justifies sternly, but the teasing smile speaks another language entirely. You gape at him, dumbfounded at your own stupidity.

As Anne gets the few of her belongings, Connor steps closer to you, seeking eye contact.

“I'd watch the world burn down, just to see you in the lighting of the embers.”

It wasn't Connor's strong suit, but he express his love in ways that made you loose your mind and fall in love all over again.

Placing a hand on his cheek, you place a chaste kiss on his cheek for now, vowing to yourself to make up for the lack of affection on a later time.

As soon as you get out of the cellar thanks to a tunnel, Connor leads you back to where he left his steed.

“A beauty.” Anne compliments, but yawns as well.

Looking at Connor, you nod to the hunters society. “You think if we pay them, they will give us a pelt for Anne and let us stay the night ?”

Determined, Connor stalk over to the men, hands them the money and waves you two over. One of the gentlemen gives her a wolf's pelt, before letting her have his tent and sharing with his buddy, just as Connor insisted.

And while they sorted it all out, you sat between Connor's legs in front of the fire.

“I can't thank you enough for saving us today.” You remind him, and you probably will continue to do so for the next weeks.

He chuckles, before checking his surroundings. When he is certain that no one is around anymore, he tilts your head to the side and lays a kiss on your lips. “You have nothing to thank me for. You look stunning by the embers, and I would do anything to see this forever.”

Inspired by "Peace & Violence - Faouzia"

Thank you, until then, A. :3

[someonesmissingneighbor]

third

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HEADCANON 2

Pennywise LOVES your scent.

Drowns in it. Inhales you like a man who's found addiction and can never quit again. Treats it like tobacco, and he'll forever be a smoker.

It doesn't matter whether or not you're busy. He'll have an arm wrapped around you, pulling you back from whatever you're doing, and then he'll bury his fack in the back of your neck. You can hear the audible intake of necessary breath. He'll nuzzle his painted nose against your skin too.

Worseㅡ (or better, depending who you ask)ㅡ

He'll actively try to scent-mark you as his own. You'll find him passing by youㅡ suspiciously innocentㅡ and then he deliberately rubs, or brushes against you. (Or, he'll snap his head at you the next second, and try to catch a whiff of you.)

It doesn't matter whether or not you're in public too. Hell, he'd probably enjoy the act of getting to "claim" you in front of people. Whether it be a kid or an adultㅡ (or something else entirely), he's ready to put down his foot and label you as his territory. Often with either holding hands (a "disgusting" thing he, himself surprisingly allows), or just.. following from behind, trailing like a vengeful ghost or a lost duckling.

[y4rr0w]

Oh wow, first selfie in a very long time.

Happy nonbinary people’s day 💛🤍💜🖤

[lovelyletterssentatnight]

my entire fyp may or may not be 90% jjk smut, 5% satosugu fanart and 5% of spontaneous thoughts, opinions, and memes

edit: (and fics too)

[kokanaton]

Some unfinished TFC oneshots

Pierrot x MC

You were not ill: only susceptible to the passage of time in a way he wasn’t.

“Don’t worry. Doctor said I’m recovering.”

“My love, how can I not worry?” He places a tender kiss under your eye. “Your soul, once bright, now flickers. I’m scared your passion will consume what’s left of you.”

You smile. “It’s okay, Pierrot.”

His breath stutters at your resigned tone. He shakes his head.

“It will never be okay, my lady.”

Resting his chin on your stomach, Pierrot closes his eyes, savoring the way it rises and falls. Counting every abnormal heartbeat, noting every shallow breath.

“Whatever happens,” he eventually mutters, “please stay with me a while longer. I.. cannot imagine what I’d do without you. Or if I’d be anything at all.”

“Haha.. don’t say that.” 

“It is the truth! I.. I have only ever been honest to you, my love.”

You take a deep breath before lifting an arm and gingerly petting his head. “I’ll stay as long as I can.”

Pierrot’s eyes open, his face flushing, but the color drains from his face with the tremor of your hand. He takes gentle hold of your arm, supporting it, and leans into your touch. 

Doctor x MC

“Did you know? I am in love.”

You blink.

“Another one of the foolish, irrational emotions I thought were impossible for something like me. Yet, it appears and announces itself in a way I cannot ignore. I once considered feelings to be separate entities from me, but now I itch to embrace them; I itch to say what I shouldn’t. I must admit it: I.. I am scared.”

Of myself. Of losing you. Of these people that are me, but not me, who act illogically in my body. Yes, I am afraid. Not unlike the fear I experienced way back then, with her. 

He tilts forward slightly, unconsciously. 

Say you felt the same? Tell him that you understood, that you reciprocated, that it was not foolish to act on impulse.

But the way you peer up at Doctor—glossy, vulnerable—makes his shoulders tense. Hesitantly, he mutters:

“If you are scared too, I cannot blame you.”

Slowly, his hands reach to your sides. You squeeze your eyes shut—

Click.

The cuffs come undone. Doctor slowly backs away.

“…If you wish to leave, then I will not stop you.”

I also have a harlequin one but I might post that on my wattpad once I finish. check my profile out at https://www.wattpad.com/user/Kokana81

(also if someone can tell me how to format on ao3 then that would be great.. idk how to do it)

[blaires-wife]

Happy Pride month, decided to make more of them and I included a lot of the other flags

★Flags: Transfeminine, Transmasculine, Androgyne, Demigender, Neutrois, Pangender, Xenogender, Aporagender, Genderneutral, Genderflux★