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Knight In Templar Armor
Knight in Templar Armor
Who is that man?
A Modern! Haytham Kenway x Maid! Reader
A/N: I know I made that post ages ago, but it's finally here. Don't expect miracles cause I'm still stuck on Chapter 4. I was working on another major story before this one and it's still stuck at Chapter 10 and word don't let me open it. (i swear if it got deleted i am going to cry) NOBODY HAS ANY PERMISSION TO COPY, STEAL OR TRANSLATE THIS STORY!! Like and reblog if you like
Warning: CRINGE WRITING, it's the beginning ok after two major unfinished stories. Reader is cringe and is really, REALLY struggling financially, Haytham may come off as a creep but he means well.
Walking down the street, Y/N made her way to the nearest newspaper booth to pick up a paper. Skimming through the paper, she came across the Job section and looked at the openings. They all demanded the same requirements: a college degree in a specific field, 20+ experience, complete understanding of the field and credible references. Frustrated, Y/N put the paper under her arm and made way to the bulletin board outside the Workforce office. Openings the door, she was hit by the fresh air of the AC. Sighing in relief she walked to the bulletin and looked at the papers all stapled on top of each other. Moving and lifting papers to get a better look at them, she was suddenly hit by the scent of a strong cologne hitting her nostrils.
She turned to the direction of the scent only to see a man in a navy blue suit, jet black hair slicked back into a pony tail and gray eyes. As he entered the office to the workforce, Y/N snapped out of her trance returning to the papers on the bulletin. She took out her phone and began calling some of the numbers. At this point, she needed any type of job, even if it meant getting catcalled by her coworkers or getting caked in dirt and looking like she had been to hell and back. All she had was her old car that she was currently living in, 2 dollars in her pocket , her bank had suspended her account due to her overdraft fees and she was stealing old food from restaurants.
Calling the 5th number and receiving no good news, her eyes began to fill with tears. She leaned against the board, head on the wall with her arm above her head and cried, the newspaper dropping to the ground. The door to the workforce opened and laughing emitted out it. A dark chuckle came out and the cologne scent from before came out. As she continued to cry, footsteps began to approach her. She didn’t realize until an hand was put on her shoulder. Startled, Y/N jumped back wiping the tears from her eyes, she looked up and saw the man in the blue suit with his gray eyes looking up at hers.
“I’m sorry, am I in your way”? The man chuckled, “No, I saw you crying is everything alright”? Hand still on her shoulder, Y/N grabbed his hand off her shoulder. “No, I can’t seem to find a job anywhere I – I’m sorry it’s none of your business” The man smirked, “ What type of job are looking for”? Sniffling, Y/N let out a frustrated sigh, “At this point, anything that doesn’t ask for 30 college degrees or 40 years of experience. The man smiled, “Well, I think I can help. I have a position opening soon, my longtime maid is retiring. And I need to have the position filled as soon as possible, Can you clean houses, wash and iron, prep a quick meal if need be?”.
Overcome with hope, Y/N nodded her head. “Yes, my grandma used to clean houses for a living and my aunt use to be a personal chef, I would always go and help them to earn some cash when I was younger.” “Well, that's more than enough of what I am looking for. Do you have living accommodations or do you need a place to stay.”? Y/N wanted to explode then and there. The perfect opportunity walked through the door to save her from an unknown fate. Holding her composure, Y/N replied, “Yes, I’ve been living in my car as of late.”
Embarrassment and shame crept up on her face as she felt her face heat up. The man smiled “Well then, it’s settled I finally can give up this little hunt for a new maid. Congratulations, you’re hired. I expect you to come on Tuesday at 7:00 am sharp. I do not tolerate tardiness and wear comfortable white shoes and a uniform will be provided for you. Your hair is expected to be groomed and kempt. Your hands and nails should be kept clean and no flamboyant makeup or hair. No phones on duty and you will have a room of your own, please keep in mind of others and keep the room clean and – “
Grrrooooowwwwlll!!!
Everything was going so well, until Y/N’s stomach made its presence known. Awkwardly smiling at the man, she wished the ground could swallow her whole. The man coughed, “Yes well as I was saying - Gggggrrrrroooowlll! Yes, well keep that in mind, the address is 7820 in the Jefferson Estates. It's a white/ beige big manor on 40 acres as well as a fountain in the middle and a name plate out front. The phone number is 563-9823.” The man unbuttoned his suit jacket and reached into the pocket. He pulled out 3 hundreds and a business card.
Y/Ns eyes bulged out her eye sockets “Here for your 'troubles’ pointing to her stomach. Y/ N awkwardly giggled, cursing her stomach. He turned around, then turned back around, “Ah, I didn’t get your name, miss”. “Huh, oh it’s Y/N L/N. The man grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, “Haytham Kenway” . Heat creeping up her face, Haytham turned around and left. She slid down the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. She had never gone through a rollercoaster of emotions in a small amount of time. She had only realized that this man gave her three hundred dollars like pocket change. She began to freak out, but her stomach reminded her as to why she got that money in the first place. Looking at the business card she could have sworn that name sounded familiar.
Notes: Sorry I wanted to look it over and word is a complete ass by deleting documents and editing.
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Two bikes (1)
Summary: You’re back in your hometown and meet two men from your past.
Pairing: former Jax Teller x fem!Reader (pre-story), Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Warnings: angst, language, kinda cheating, implied/mentions of past cheating
Trope: Angst
A/N: I wanted Jax and Biker!Bucky in one fic. So suffer with me...
Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023
Back in town. Back to square one. Restart. Doing it all over.
You huff when you get out of your car. It doesn’t fit right in, just like you. It’s too expensive and conspicuous, for a small town like Charming. And you’re not the girl leaving this town with only a few bucks in your pocket but so many dreams.
It can’t be helped. You decided to come back here to find the inspiration for your next book. Change is what you want.
New place. New book. New you.
“Y/N?”
Crap. You didn’t think anyone would recognize you so soon. But here you are, finding yourself in the embrace of the man you ran away from so many years ago. “Hi, Jax.”
Fuck, he smells the same, and it still feels good being in his arms.
“I can’t believe it’s really you. I heard rumors about a VIP coming to our town.” He releases you and takes a step back to drink you in. “Look at you. All fancy and grown. You look…” Jax can’t find the words. “It’s good to see you, sweetheart.”
“I didn’t expect a reception committee,” you chuckle. Jax smiles as you take your time to drink him in. He wears torn jeans, a white tee, and a leather jacket. You can see that he’s second-in-command now, and sigh. When you left town, you had hoped Jax would turn his back on the club and do something more…legal. “I see you’re still with them.”
“It’s my family,” he hastily replies, but his tone lacks enthusiasm. “We are having a get-together tonight. A barbecue with family and friends. Why don’t you come too?”
“Jax,” you exhale sharply. “I haven’t seen most of them in years. I don’t think they want the girl they met once or twice years ago at their party.”
“Sweetheart, you’re still part of the family,” he shrugs. “Come on. Gemma will freak out seeing you all grown and Opi will love seeing you.”
“That big dummy is still around? I thought he’d leave you,” you snicker. “You were glued together at your hips if I recall right.”
“Well, he’s my best friend,” Jax grabs your hand. “Please come and have a little fun. For the old times.”
“I-“ you lick your lips. You knew that you’d eventually run into Jax and the others. If you want to start anew – why not see your old friends and Jax again? “Okay.”
“You can come around at any time, Y/N,” he grins. “If you want to, I’ll pick you up.”
“Nah,” you shake your head. This will go too far. You’re not ready to be back on a bike with Jax. “I’ll drive. I don’t trust you with speed and such.”
The reunion went surprisingly smoothly. Gemma hugged you, and wouldn’t stop asking questions. Opi offered a beer and a bear hug and the others greeted you like an old friend.
It almost felt like you never left. Almost.
You’re watching the others talk and having fun while Jax tries to talk you into going for a ride in the morning.
He has you caged against the wall, one hand next to your head, and his lips dangerously close to yours. Jax whispers your name and says all the right things.
Damn him. He easily had you wrapped around his finger in no time. Forgotten are the heartbreak and all the tears you shed for him.
“Y/N, tell you feel the same. Say that you feel there’s still this spark between us,” he leans impossibly closer to brush his lips over yours. “Sweetheart.”
“Jax.” You breathe out. “I-“ You open your mouth when he claims your lips. And you wrap your arms around him to hold him close.
“I knew it,” he nips at your lips, eagerly tasting you. “The moment I saw you standing next to your car, looking a little lost, I knew you’d come back to me.”
“Jax, it’s not that easy,” you grip his jacket tightly, not wanting him to pull away. “Maybe we can…”
“Jax, have a look at this. We need your help,” Tig ruins the intimate moment. He drags Jax away, unaware that you are about to do something stupid.
“Later,” you mouth as Jax glances at you. He nods, giving you a cracked smile before following Tig.
You’re pacing back and forth. Jax went to his room some time ago and you try to decide if you want to let your heart win tonight.
"Maybe this is the chance you've been waiting."
You take a deep breath and decide to go to his room and take the chance on him. Maybe this time, it won’t end in heartbreak.
You want to knock and feel like a fool. This used to be so easy when you were just horny and silly teens. Now you are a woman, and he’s a man. The man you still desire.
Without thinking twice, you open the door, pushing it open. You smile and want to tell Jax that you are ready to go on a ride with him tomorrow.
“What the fuck!” Your heart drops, and you feel like someone sent you back in time only for you to walk in on Jax and some other girl.
“Sweetheart…Y/N…” Jax gasps as you catch him red-handed with one of the girls from the strip club Tig wouldn’t stop talking about.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to stop you from ruining whatever that was not ten minutes ago,” you laugh at your stupidness.
You turn to leave and slam the door shut behind you. It’s not the first time in your life that someone made a fool out of you. But tonight, you did this to yourself.
“Babe, please wait,” Jax stumbles out of the room. He’s only in his boxers and tries to explain why he went from kissing you to fucking that girl. “I can explain…”
“You want to explain this?” you angrily point at the door. “Save it, Jax. You didn’t change one bit. One moment you sweet-talk to me and kiss me and the next you fuck her." You choke on your tears. “You made me feel like we got a second chance.”
Shaking your head, you try to hold back more tears. “It’s my fault. It was foolish of me to believe that for once I wasn't second best to you. How could I? If I’m so unimportant to you that you fuck her minutes after you kissed me.”
“Babe, we aren’t together, and,” he runs his fingers through his messed-up hair, “you got me so hard. I didn’t want to fuck things up and pounce on you. I just needed to release steam.”
“See, that’s the problem, Jackson Teller,” you silently sniffle. “You don’t even feel guilty for hurting me all over again. Ten minutes, Jax. You had to wait for ten minutes to get your dick wet. I’m glad it took me those ten minutes because you’ll never be faithful.”
“Please, let’s talk. We can go inside and…” He can only watch you step away from him. “Sweetheart.”
“I don’t need this and,” you push against his chest to slam him into the door, “I don’t have to listen to your lies. You’re right. We’re not together. We are nothing to each other. Only a faded memory. Let’s keep it that way.”
“Wait…I…”
“You better go back inside and finish what you started with her. At least give the poor girl an orgasm after all the trouble…”
You storm off, and shoulder past bikers. Gemma wants to stop you, but you’re too angry and hurt to even listen to her. Instead, you run toward your car and speed off.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” you slam your hands on the steering wheel. It feels like the world decided to fuck you over once again. “No. You can’t just die out here in the middle of nowhere.”
It’s all too much. Being back in your hometown. Meeting your high school sweetheart only for him to break your heart again.
You sit in silence for a moment and think about all the decisions leading you back to him. Bad choices, you guess.
You hide your face in the palm of your hands. How could your fresh start end like this?
You jump when someone knocks at your window. Great. Now you drew attention toward you and your car.
“Hey, why are you lurking around in front of our club?” The man asks. “Are you with the cops? We do nothing illegal here.”
Your heart races when the man knocks at your window again. If fate wants to fuck you over some more, so be it. You roll down the window to look at the man.
“Sorry. Uh-my car just…” you sniffle. “The engine died, and I can’t get it back to life. I wasn’t lurking, just thinking about what to do now.”
He looks inside your car, but his features soften when he looks at your teary eyes.
“Hi. I didn’t want to scare you, doll. Do you want me to have a look at the engine? I know a thing or two about cars.”
“James? James Barnes,” You blink a few times to check if you saw right. “Is that you?”
“You know me?” He asks, looking a little confused.
“It’s me, Y/N Y/L/N. We went to the same high school. You probably don’t remember me. I was a little shy, and you were two years ahead of me at school.”
“Wait…” He wrinkles his forehead. “You were the cute girl Jax Teller was dating. I always wondered how he got so lucky.”
You clear your throat, not wanting to talk about Jax, and what he did to you. Back then and today. “He didn’t feel lucky, I guess.”
“What did he do, doll?”
“I don’t feel like talking tonight. Let’s say he liked to stray. Back then, and recently,” you give him a cracked smile. “He’s the reason I drove out of town only to end up here.”
“A shame. He should’ve valued you more, doll,” he flashes you a stunning smile. “If you open the hood for me, I’ll have a look at the engine.”
“That’s very kind of you, James.”
“Call me Bucky doll,” he grins when you open the hood. “A pretty lady like you can always call me Bucky…”
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YakuzaCanons Masterlist
Below are the links to all my headcanons for each of the Yakuza characters. Currently covers Yakuza 0, Yakuza Kiwami, Yakuza Kiwami 2, Yakuza 3, Yakuza 4, Yakuza 5, and Yakuza Ishin. Categories are separated by each individual character. If multiple characters are in one post, then it will be filed under miscellaneous.
Kazuma Kiryu
Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)
Dating A Popular Male Host
Majima Goro
Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)
Age Gap Dating Headcanon
Makoto Jealousy Headcanon
Majima Getting Doted On By His S/O
Having A Crush On Someone Similar To Makoto
Being Friends With A Younger Person
Having A Crush On Someone From Another Culture
Akiyama Shun
At Karaoke With A Shy S/O
Blorbo Bingo
Tanimura Masayoshi
Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)
Dating A Southeast Asian S/O
Ryuji Goda
Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)
S/O Helps Him Bleach His Hair
Growing Up And Crushing On His Childhood Friend
Blorbo Bingo
Nishikiyama Akira
Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)
His S/O Calming Him Down
Blorbo Bingo
Daigo Dojima
Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)
Office Sex Before An Important Meeting (NSFW)
Mine Yoshitaka
Dating Headcanons (SFW+NSFW)
Play Wrestling With His S/O
Blorbo Bingo
Mirei Park
Blorbo Bingo
Nishida
Blorbo Bingo
Ishin Miscellaneous
General Dating Headcanons
Falling For The Person They Are In An Arranged Marriage With
Ishin Is Actually DND And Majima Is the DM
General Miscellaneous
Yakuza 4: Random Food Headcanons
Yakuza 1-4: Karaoke and Music Headcanons
How Yakuza Characters Would Celebrate Your Birthday
Yakuza 0-4: How To Tell If They Have A Crush On You
Yakuza 0-4: How They Would Confess To You
Yakuza Drink Headcanons
Yakuza 4: How They Would Text You
How They Would Text You Part 2
Yakuza 4: How They Sleep/Cuddle
How They Sleep/Cuddle Part 2
How They React To A Birthday Gift
Minecraft Headcanons
Roblox Headcanons
VR Headcanons
Sims 4 Headcanons
Just Dance Wii Headcanons
Hostess Dating Headcanons
Period Comfort Headcanons
Comforting Their S/O
Shy S/O Headcanons
Soulmate AU Headcanons
S/O With Dog Trauma
Dealing With A Kid Going Through A Rebellious Phase
Reactions To Getting Cheated On
Reactions To Their S/O Getting Badly Injured
Dealing With An S/O With A Blood Phobia
How They Show Affection
Dating A Mute S/O
Proposal Headcanons
Reactions To A Really Flirtatious Person
Jealousy Headcanons
Dating An Idol
NSFW Miscellaneous
Kissing Headcanons (Mild NSFW)
Kink Headcanons
No rest for the heartbroken masterlist
Summary: Betrayal cuts deep. If your heart and trust get damaged. Can you find a way back?
Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, fwb releationship, smut, mentions of cheating, betrayal, heartbreak, time jumps, more to be added
A/N: This series starts shortly after the first Captain America movie and will lead us to the Defending Jacob era.
Nrfth - Prologue
Nrfth (1) - Dreams do come true
Nrfth (2) - He’s just a man
Nrfth (3) - Behind the scenes shenanigans
Nrfth (4) - Only one bed
Nrfth (5) - Road to hell
Nrfth (6) – Where to Captain?
Nrfth (7) - Shattered dreams
Nrfth (8) - Leave it all behind
Nrfth (9) - Faded memory
Nrfth (10) - New beginnings or old mistakes
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