AC Preference: How The Assassins Would Handle Their Jealousy
ooh! I just saw your bio! and I LOVED your jacob oneshot! <3 i was wondering if you could do Assassin preferences for how they’d handle their jealousy over their S/O? Preferably Altair, Desmond, Edward, Connor and Jacob :) throw in a few extras if you wish :3 Thanks hun!
^ Your wish is my command, darling! Sorry I’m late TT__TT
A/N: I am slightly stoned, so I may fuck it up. I’m going to base these whether the S/O would be on missions, or interacting with other men. Either way. Wait that sounded dumb. Hahahahahhaa. Reading back I realize Altaïr’s is shorter but…. I’m more of a Kenway or Frye kinda person but I tried my best DON’T JUDGE ME!!! )”:
But enjoy, amore mio!
Altaïr: A happy chap, he was not.
He would reluctantly let his S/O go on missions with another male, but there was a curfew. If his S/O wasn’t back within the required time, suspicions would rise as if she wasn’t safe with the other male she was with. Whether she was finished with the mission or not, she was coming back home with him. The partner would have to finish the mission himself.
Desmond: He’d stay in the hiding spots while his S/O would be operating on outside satellites with Rebecca, with the obvious situation of Shaun making things worse. (Y/N) had been talking about her guy friends lately, being there for her at times when Desmond wasn’t, being an Assassin; especially with the ancestral DNA inside him.
“Maybe you should spend more time with her. You know, before one of her blokes do it for you” Shaun insulted Desmond sarcastically. “Shaun… Fuck you” Desmond responded knowing Shaun was right, and left the hiding place to join his S/O and Rebecca. (Y/N) was shocked to see him out of their spot, but before anyone could say anything, he reeled her in and kissed her proudly and intensely, “I need to start doing my job as a boyfriend, a bit better”, (Y/N) chuckled, “Well, this is a start” she grinned until Rebecca cleared her throat, “Do yous mind?! Psycho’s are on our asses right now!”
Edward: For someone who doesn’t think, this guy would overthink things like this. Sometimes, only sometimes, he’d even get weary of ol’ Adé. Fair enough.
Adé’s a nice guy! Men around the West Indies already knew full well who Edward’s S/O was. (F/N L/N), the fearless lass of Edwards, and they both made that clear. Especially Edward. That was the downside of having (Y/N). She was NOT UGLY! One of the finest beauties in the Caribbean she was.
James in particular would get annoyed, never hearing the end of Edwards imaginable theories he’d make up ‘What if she fancies those fellows that keep talking to her at the Tavern?’, ‘She gets along with Adéwalé well… a little too well’ and so on. “Sod it, Edward! Just shut your trap the woman loves ya” James would say and roll his eyes. Sometimes the occasional slap upside the head for babbling on too much, “If it bothers you that much ya twat, OPEN YA MOUTH AND TALK TO ‘ER! If not then just shut yer fucking gob why don’t you” Kidd told him boldly, letting Edward tweak at his mind.
“She’s the last thing I wanna lose” he finished off the conversation, before walking off to…. I don’t know think some more.
Or commit a crime.
He’d decide on the way.
Connor: Okay, well. Speaking from experience- HAHAHA KIDDING!
Well, Connor is a silent deadly.. kind.. of uh, jealous. See? Even I’m hesitating as I write this TT__TT
Connor would be watchful over his S/O. Whether it’d be at the Homestead, inside the Manor when they had company, or just plain old cities like Boston and New York. Even in the Frontier he’d be pushing her gently into bushes whenever he heard the sound of nearby soldiers strolling along, knowing full well she was a Master Assassin as he was, he still wouldn’t let her fight them because there were ‘too many’... or maybe it was lowkey him not wanting anyone touching his One and Only. (Y/N) Appreciated being looked after, it was adorable. But sometimes Connor needed to calm down. His handsome face made up for it but still. A man would turn to her to ask her for directions and he’d jump in front of her to speak on her behalf. His pride would get in the way, but when other males were around or looking at his S/O, his body language and eye movements conquered what his mouth said by miles. “I am fine” he would tell (Y/N), but as soon as a man would wink at or grip her waist at a Tavern trying to have his way, the night would usually end with a whole bunch of dead guards on the floor including the Perv who tried hitting on his dearest (Y/N) and a chase through the Frontier; eventually losing them on their tracks to the Homestead…. sometimes if he was deprived of her love (so he says) the night would also end in a rough round in the bedroom.
….I ain’t complaining.
Jacob: Ugh, this handsome headache.
Unlike the others, Jacob’s too much of a little shit to be subtle about his jealousy over his S/O. Of course (Y/N) would have next to no idea that the eyes of most of the blokes in London had their eyes locked on her luscious beauty. She didn’t care. She had Jacob, and in her eyes he was one of the most precious (and annoying) things on Earth. Everyone learnt eventually not even to stare at her for more than 3 seconds. Even members of The Rooks would fear escorting her to places, knowing they’d be questioned by their Leader at the end of it. Luckily for (Y/N) Jacob’s possessiveness was something she could handle. Seeing him mad over other men always amused her, making her pin Jacob down and kissing him passionately afterwards, “Shut up darling. You’re stuck with me” she grinned, knowing from his actions she’s the only woman romantically involved in his life.