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gococogo · 2 months

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A Fool's Life | Shaytham

Synopsis: Desmond has to dive back into Haytham to find out where a power source is for the temple. But the last thing he expects is something akin to when the Templar first met Ziio. But these emotions run something deeper, crueler.

Word Count: 3.8K

Pairing: Shay Cormac / Haytham Kenway

Warnings: Internalized homophobia

“We need you to dive back into Haytham.”

A few simple words that Desmond wished he would never have to hear. Desmond stares at his father with a scowl upon his lips waiting for the punch line. He glances to Shaun and Rebecca. Yet, they stay quiet and that is just saying a thousand words as is. It’s not some joke.

“Why?” Desmond asks as he looks to his father once more.

“Because Haytham came in contact with a power source for this Temple,” William explains monotonously. “We need to know where he put it.”

He tries to not put any hint of emotion in his words. Desmond knows what he’s doing. But it only makes him feel that itch of anger inside and he tries not to let it show.

“Can’t you just track this one like the others?” Desmond asks with bitterness in his tone.

So much for keeping it hidden. It can’t help it when it comes around his father. Almost everything he says makes Desmond want to retaliate in a frustrated manner.

This has William scowling. “It will only be for a moment, son,” he firmly says.

It’s not like Desmond has a choice at this point of time. His father will just tell him to do it until he does. They probably won’t continue on with Connor until he goes back into Haytham’s mind. Desmond throws up his hands and lays back down into the Animus with a grunt.

“Fine, but let’s get his over and done with.”

It’s the first day of Fall in Boston and the cool breeze is an ease on Haytham’s skin. But with Desmond being in Haytham’s mind again, it’s almost criminal. He can feel the anticipation on his mind, the quickening of his heart as he spots red sails coming onto port. There’s a man on that ship that Haytham knows, and it has the man itching. Which is something Desmond has only felt when Haytham was around Ziio.

Haytham may be blind to his emotions, someone that sees too much but doesn’t focus on himself, but Desmond knows this feeling. This breathlessness at the mere thought of someone.

The worn ship docks, her crew shouting out at each other, pulling ropes and bringing in sails. The Morrigan her name is and she’s seen her years for sure. Her once yellow paint is chipped and faded from years at sea. She’s an older ship, not up to date like the ones now. And she has people looking upon her that stand on the dock. Haytham only sees beauty, a fine ship that has lasted so long. But one could say that she’s only as strong as her captain. Working hand in hand.

The captain, Haytham sees him straight away and Desmond takes him in. He’s a tall, broad shouldered man with salt and pepper hair. It’s tied back into a short ponytail, one thing that hasn’t changed with him. But he now sports a brown leather coat with blue clothing. It makes him look older and wiser. Nothing like the young man Haytham knew almost twenty years ago.

All these emotions that Desmond feels nearly overwhelms him. The animus glitches for only a moment but Desmond retains himself. Haytham may present himself as a stern, serious man but by god can this man feel. And is he ignorant to his own emotions.

The man, Shay Cormac, smiles as he spots Haytham standing on the dock. Haytham had received a letter from Shay a week ago, telling him of his arrival soon in Boston. Said note is currently tucked away in Haytham’s breast pocket, just in case he got the dates wrong. Something that Shay will never know about.

A plank is drawn between the Morrigan and the dock and Haytham stands at the end of it as he watches Shay walk down. Desmond has never seen Haytham look upon a man like this as of right now. Haytham looks upon a much older version of the image he has in his head of Shay, but he still finds himself marvelling at the captain.

The two of them clasp hands in a firm handshake that feels like neither of them want to let go. But Haytham contains himself.

“It’s been a long time, Shay,” Haytham is first to speak.

Shay’s smile is something the Grandmaster has missed. It’s the exact same, just with added lines and wrinkles.

“Oh, it has been,” Shay speaks as if all those years away are now playing on his mind.

Where he’s been, who he’s met and the time he’s spent away. All something Haytham wants to know of.

“And you’ve retrieved it?”

With a soft nod, “Yes,” is what Shay replies with.

Haytham gestures out a hand. “I’ll lead you to the Green Dragon, it’s not far.” He begins. “I’d love to hear of your ventures away.”

Course you would, Desmond snaps out.

The simulation suddenly glitches and everything begins melting away into a blue, glitchy effect. Desmond groans in pain as he begins desynchronizing from the animus. This hasn’t happened since he first began with Altair. He’s aware he dislikes Haytham but not enough to desynchronize to this extent.

“Desmond. You need to follow Haytham,” Shaun’s voice comes through the animus.

It’s very hard to when it’s Haytham, Desmond snaps back.

“Just calm down. It’ll only be for a short while,” Shaun inquires again, trying to get Desmond to sync back up.

Desmond can suddenly feel his beating heart, thumping in his chest like a jack rabbit. He slows his breathing and calms his mind. The animus begins to flow again, the simulation changing from the docks to a tavern area. They’re at the Green Dragon.

It’s just Haytham and Shay sitting at the table that the Templars like to use for their get togethers. The very same that Desmond found out who Haytham truly aligned himself with.

Shay takes a long, slow drink of his ale. Haytham hasn’t touched his, still full in its cup. He watches Shay’s Adam’s apple bob up and down with each gulp before pulling his gaze away. Shay exhales loudly as he sets the cup on the table.

“I will have to say,” Shay admits. “I have missed American ale.”

Haytham looks to the other again to only find him staring at him already. He knows he shouldn’t be so sheepish around Shay. Even though they haven’t seen one another in nearly two decades, it shouldn’t be this awkward on Haytham’s end. Nowhere as near.

“Did you find you didn’t partake in the delicacies overseas?” Haytham asks.

“I don’t think that’s it, sir. I think it’s just something about this that speaks home,” the Irishman smirks.

That gets a short chuckle out of Haytham. Something that makes Shay’s brows lift ever so slightly. A warmth spreads to Haytham’s chest that has Desmond second guessing everything. He hasn’t felt this since Ziio. A longing, a want. But this runs deeper. Much crueller in its wake that Haytham wants gone. But he can’t help himself looking at Shay with a eyes that speak a thousand words.

The two mingle and talk about their lives some more. Something that Desmond finds himself getting lost in. Shay is so open with Haytham that it’s almost scary. But Haytham finds it so comforting and like Desmond, he almost gets lost in the Irishman’s tales and his way of words. He’s been everywhere and anywhere in these sixteen years away. He’ll be speaking on one thing and it’ll remind him of another story that has him talking for another thirty minutes.

But Haytham doesn’t stop him. Not once. Not even when he grabs another round of ale for them, he keeps listening. And this is so rare of Haytham. The warmth in his chest is something the British man rarely allows himself to indulge in.

As the night grows old, the two men move from the tavern to Haytham’s home. And as far as Desmond is concerned, not even Charles Lee comes around to Haytham’s in worry of disrupting the man’s privacy. In which Haytham is very grateful for. Yet with Shay, he’s more than welcome to bring him around.

The entire walk, Shay doesn’t stop talking. It isn’t an annoying chatter. It’s something so welcoming to Haytham’s ears since he has not heard that Irish accent in nearly two decades.

Shay finishes a story as they enter Haytham’s house and he doesn’t pick up another once, being self-aware to know when to stop. The host guides Shay to the living room which is something that Haytham has tried to replicate of his old home. The one where everything was right and just in the world before everything terrible and malicious that could happen in the world, happened. It isn’t the best, but the lounges are from Britian, the floral patterning hand woven instead of machine made. Bookshelves line the walls that are made from a walnut stained oak, made here in America. Each book that lines the shelves is something that Haytham holds dear to his heart, but he would never say such a thing out loud. The coffee table is also oak but stained with something darker that Haytham can’t remember at this given moment.

Not when Shay, - before he gets himself comfortable and rids himself of his coat- places the precursor box on the coffee table next to the empty fruit bowl.

The small wooden box seems to hum, and it has an energy to it. Something that Haytham doesn’t know if he’s imagining or if he can feel it. Could also be the blood rushing past his ears as his heart skips a beat or two within his chest.

Desmond has never seen anything like it, but Shay seems very familiar with it. He sits down in the lounge across from Haytham with his coat in his lap and looks to his Grandmaster with a raised, scarred brow.

Haytham, unlike Shay, doesn’t seem to be pleased with it. From where he stands, somehow on the other side of the room, he walks over and picks it up with a gingerly touch. The box is still and firm in his hand, but warm. He has to hold the shiver that threatens to run down his spine and over his arms.

“You actually found it,” Haytham finds himself muttering before he can stop himself.

Shay is a little taken a back but, he gives a heavy nod. “It took me longer than it should have, sir, but I found it,” he answers firmly, that casualness that he once possessed him gone and replaced by a formality found in soldiers.

Haytham sets it down before he drops the damn box. Such a small thing that has kept Shay away from the Order. Haytham could count how many times he could have used such a man like Shay for jobs here in America. He wishes he never sent him away after such a stupid little box. But both would argue on how important such a thing is. To keep out of Assassin hand.

Without even thinking, something that Shay catches, Haytham rubs the hand that touched the box on his coat.

“Thank you, Shay. This means a lot for the Order,” Haytham says, raising his chin a bit higher.

But Desmond hears the unsaid words. This means so much to me.

A softness comes to Shay’s hardened features that has Haytham turning his gaze away. He wonders over to one of the bookshelves and takes out one of his old journals from five years back now. Dust has settled upon it and the pages have begun to fox. He flips through to the middle and takes out a piece of loose paper. He slams the book shut before sliding it back into its place smoothly.

“I have something for you,” he says as his eyes quickly flick over the document.

Haytham turns back to Shay, who has been watching him the entire time with dark eyes. Instead of pausing or acknowledging the way Shay tracks his every movement, Haytham holds out of the piece of paper to him.

“This is your next task for me,” Haytham instructs.

Shay looks to him before down at the piece of paper as he takes it. Something shifts within his eyes, as if a flicker of hope was just snapped out like a candle snuffer. Haytham moves around the coffee table to the lounge that sits across of the Shay and sits down with his hat being placed next to him. He, in return, watches Shay’s dark brown eyes dart back and forth on the paper. Said paper is a rough sketch of an artifact that is rumoured to be a power source for a precursor sight. There’s little information and it’s outdated since said information is five years old now.

Haytham knows this could take another decade to find. And he’s very self-aware on what he’s doing. As much as Haytham enjoys Shay’s company and wishes him to stick around. As much as Haytham wishes to listen to Shay speak about his journeys across seas and in Europe. As much as Haytham would love to just be in the company of Shay, the Irishman is loyal to the course -loyal to Haytham- and is the only man the Grandmaster can trust to retrieve said items.

There were at times that Haytham thought Shay had given up, but a letter from the man would come not even a month later. It would only speak of how he is still on the trail of the box and that his loyalty to the Order has not wavered. How he misses New York and how he has missed many other things. How he’s missed the blue flowers that grow in Fort Arsenal and how they only bloomed in spring. He had said they remind Shay of someone, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He’d write in the next letter if he remembered but the next letter it seemed like he had forgotten entirely. Oh well…

Haytham had kept every single one of those letters, but Shay doesn’t need to know that. And never will.

The look that Haytham receives from Shay is one of hurt and sorrow. A long exhale escapes through Shay’s nose that has his shoulders sagging slightly. He seems to melt back into the lounge.

“This could take me another lifetime to find with this outdated information,” Shay comments what Haytham already knows.

Desmond can hear the plea.

“I know,” Haytham nods. “But there is no other man that I would trust to find these artifacts.”

Shay’s jaw clenches. “Is there no one else to find this, sir? Someone that is familiar with these rumours and whomever has given you this information.”

Another plea that goes unheard. Haytham is set in his ways, and he will not listen to reason.

“I can give you the contacts on who gave me that information. But I have been holding onto it in hopes you would return back with the box. This, I need for my further research into the precursor site I have been after,” Haytham tells Shay firmly but, softly.

A defeated look comes over Shay. He looks over the single piece of paper again with a deeper set frown. He lets out a sigh.

“I’ll do it, sir” Shay agrees. Only because it’s you asking.

And with that, Shay says his farewells and is off before Haytham can blink. A deep ache settles in his cold heart that has him inhaling deeply to try and rid himself of it. It only worsens and he curses to himself for having such feelings towards such a man he has only known for such a little time.

Was it amongst the letters from Shay he realized the origin of the warm feeling whenever he was around said man? Or was it when that Morrigan had disappeared over the horizon when Shay first set out for the precursor box that the first real ache came to his heart. Or maybe when he first saw the broken man at the other end of the table to pledge himself to the cause. He saw a man willing to lay down his life for something greater and for a better future.

Maybe that’s why Haytham has always had an eye watching the Irishman when his back is turned. Or reading the letters he had sent over and over again when he feels the need. It’s such childish behaviour. He can admit that to himself.

But even so, he still finds himself staring and watching the back of Shay disappear around the corner of the room with a longing. He could speak. Say something. Say such few words that he knows would change everything. His tongue feels so heavy. Even when he hears the front door click open and shut, his tongue doesn’t even know how to form words.

Even if Shay had stopped and turned, what would have Haytham had said? For once, he’s speechless with himself. He doesn’t know how long he sits on the lounge for, staring at the empty space that once had Shay. He knows this is foolish of himself, but whom is to judge him? Such a sad man in a foolish world.

The animus skips time for Desmond, and he quickly realizes that it had only taken Shay Cormac two years to find the artifact. He was good. Too good for what he does. Took him much less time to find this artifact than the box.

This time, there was no grand entrance at the dock. No long-lost lover type movie thing coming back.

Three sharp knocks come to Haytham’s door, and he looks up from his newspaper. He wasn’t planning anyone coming over at this time of day and he had planned to stay inside for the rest. He wills himself to stand off his lounge and wonders over to the front door in nothing but his white, laced collared shirt. He’s rid himself of his heavy coat and cloak, not needing it in his private home.

He opens the door, expecting someone like Charles Lee or one of his own hired men to come and spill some nonsense to him. He’s all ready to wave them away to tell them to not bother him until later. But Desmond can feel all irritation melt away as Shay Cormac stands at the front door with his back turned.

As soon as the door has opened, Shay turns to greet Haytham with a wide smile. Something that instantly reddens Haytham’s ears.

“Back already, Shay?” Haytham asks with the slightest of cockiness in his tone.

This has Shay scoffing a light chuckle. He unclicks something on his belt, something wrapped up in cloth and hands it out to Haytham. The Grandmaster takes it with a nod and unwraps a bit of it to unveil what’s inside.

“Despite with what little you gave me,” Shay says. “It didn’t take me long to track it down since this thing was actively being hidden away from me.”

Haytham peers down at the unknown artifact. It’s a steely grey with lines that run over that, glowing a bright blue like glow worms. The shape is odd and cube like.

Desmond recognises instantly as the power source for their current precursor sight. So, it was Shay that brought it into Templar hands. Now they just need to pinpoint what modern Templar base has it and they’ll be able to find it.

“I’m going to pull you out now,” Rebecca’s voice sounds over the scene laying out before Desmond.

No! Wait a moment. Desmond quickly shouts out. I want to see where this goes.

“Uuhhh. Okay?”

Haytham folds the cloth back over the power source and looks to Shay again.

“Would you like to come in?” He asks Shay, side stepping a tad with an outstretched hand.

Shay’s brown eyes look into the doorway with a longing, but he shakes his head with a, “I’m sorry,” on his lips.

“I do apologize for this quick meeting, Haytham.” Shay speaks with regret heavy on his tongue. “But I must be heading back to New York to find out what has truly become of my estate.”

Haytham can’t help the silent, “Oh,” the comes from him as he stands fully in the doorway again. He wished to speak more with Shay about all of this. To just, sit with Shay would be a pleasure.

“Is such a matter so urgent?” Haytham asks, his tone stern and rough to hide the neediness behind its meaning.

Shay bows his head, “I’m afraid so.”

“I see.”

“Are there any other artifacts you would like me to look into before I leave?” Shay asks, his voice becoming soft.

Haytham looks to the wrapped artifact in his hand. He doesn’t have any other leads he would like chased up his sleeve. But he wishes he did. He wishes he could make Shay stay a little bit longer.

“No,” Haytham all but mumbles out.

He meets Shay’s soft gaze, one that Desmond recognises as disappointment. Why fall for someone like Haytham? Desmond is real curious on what goes inside Shay’s head. He wishes to know more about him despite being a Templar. In wanting to know more, to see if Shay’s look of disappointment comes with an ache in his heart similar to Haytham’s. Both must be feeling such similar things, yet neither of them wanting to say such out loud.

Shay nods with a sniff. “I’ll be off then, sir. I’ll still be at the ready if you need be,” he says before he turns to leave.

Haytham isn’t sure what he’s doing, but he reaches out and grabs onto Shay’s wrist. He’s curious in his own mind on why he’s done such a thing. But he meets Shay’s eyes once more and sees hope. Shay doesn’t say a word, waiting for Haytham to say something. His crow’s feet furrow together as Shay’s eyes narrow onto him.

Haytham wishes. But not now. He recoils his hand away and places it behind his back. He juts out his chin and straightens his back. The Grandmaster of the American Colonial Rite stands before Shay Cormac, and that is the last person the captain wanted to see.

“I will still want those reports of your contribution to the Templar course, Shay,” Haytham says instead of all the things on his mind.

Shay’s shoulder slouch and he smiles with hurt on his features. He looks Haytham up and down before giving a slow nod.

Haytham you stupid old man.

“Of course, sir.” Shay says. “I expected nothing more.”

Haytham gives a nod back with a frown upon his features.

“Goodbye, Haytham.”

And with that, Shay leaves. He all but disappears into the crowd on the Boston street, his assassin upbringing never truly leaving his blood. Haytham lets out a shaky breath and returns to his home, the door once again clicking softly behind him with Shay on the other side.

Did they ever see each other again?

There’s silence in Rebecca’s end before a sorrow filled, “No.”

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teecupangel · 3 months

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No thoughts just Connor being de-aged and Haytham find that adorable

They were like fighting or smth (wow thats new) and Ratonhnhaké:ton gets turned into a child and Haytham experiences the joys of fatherhood and being affectionate to his son or something?

Sorry if this is weird I got a bit tipsy and thinking about these two makes me real sad

If you want one where Ratonhnhaké:ton remembers his past even as he deaged, A Little Problem by TheWyldeWynd might scratch your itch.

So, for this one, we’ll make Ratonhnhaké:ton not have any of his memories. He fully regressed, down to only having the memories of when he was at the age of his regression.

Here is where the fun part comes.

Depending on how old you want Ratonhnhaké:ton to be, this can go either way:

1. Regress him before the death of his mother and the burning of his village.

2. Regress him after the death of his mother, maybe even just a few weeks later.

For (1), this would be more wholesome and can be quite humorous. Ratonhnhaké:ton only read about Haytham from the journal his mother kept (cue Haytham going “Ziio writes about me?”) so he’s curious and he trusts Haytham when he tells him that he has to stay with him for a while because they were ‘searching’ for his mother. Of course, the fallout would be bitter if you let Ratonhnhaké:ton learn his mother’s death. There’s also the underlying angst in every move Haytham makes. He is given a chance to experience what he missed. He is given a chance to feel the full weight of what he had missed. But only a taste. Because, no matter what, he would need to return his son to his real form. Letting him stay as a child or ensuring he would grow up with Haytham this time around… it was a sort of cruelty that Haytham did not wish to partake in.

For (2), well… this is heavier on the angst and awkwardness. As much as Ratonhnhaké:ton would want to know his father, it wouldn’t take him long to realize that Charles Lee works for Haytham. Haytham wouldn’t make things better as he’ll try to act like he did when Ratonhnhaké:ton was his actual age because this child’s rage and grief was simply too similar to the emotions Ratonhnhaké:ton showed with his eyes alone. There will be father-son bonding but it would definitely be tainted by Haytham’s affiliation to the Templars. Even if he tells Ratonhnhaké:ton that Charles acted on Washington’s orders, Ratonhnhaké:ton is smart and perceptive enough to ask back…

“But you let him live even after learning Mother died, right?”

And that was the day Haytham knew…

Their relationship, no matter how old or young Ratonhnhaké:ton becomes, will always be too strained for them to truly be father and son.

#did you want fluff?#well tough #we having kenway family drama baaaaabbbyyy #assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #ask and answer #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #haytham kenway

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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assassins’ amoures

Fluff alphabet here for my favorite Assassins (and some Templars) to commemorate the 15th year and for Flufftober

Based off their names

E,Z,I,O

Ezio likes to be the equal one in a relationship, although in some more “spicy situations”, I can see him as a soft dom type. You bring out the better qualities of him, even light-hearted teasing aside. Keeping him focused and building him up keeps Ezio going. Even to the ends of the earth, he’ll do what he can to keep you safe and loved. When he’s in love, oh good luck to any trying to grab his attention. Thoughts are of you, with that blushed far off look, even Claudia and Leonardo are teasing him.

A,R,N,O

This boy?? This boi! This boyo is so in love he smiles non stop. Always day dreaming of you, reading pieces of poetry or romance literature that reminds him of you. Favorite nicknames are “my love, darling, heart/mon coeur” or personalized ones solely for you. He is every romantic cliche ever and then some! Adorkably a badass! When he’s not being an Assassin, he’s off in the gardens or taking strolls, and you’re always by his side. Arms linked.

S,H,A,Y 🚢 🌊

On the seas, Shay likes to sit out and spend time with you on the deck. On land, maybe a romantic walk at night. Given how this man left the Colonial Assassins and knew the Templars, there are most definitely secrets that can cause a rift but he claims to do so to protect you. That being said, he’s your hype man! Always guiding you and building you up, since he didn’t have a lot of that from someone he genuinely loves. When he’s away missing you, oh he’s an emotional wreck. Not showing it outwardly, but it’s a storm cloud inside him.

B,A,Y,E,K

Seeing you shoot off an arrow, the sun gleaming in your eyes and hair, you have never looked more ethereal than in this moment. Your strength and focus never fail to amaze Bayek. He sees you as his equal in all matters, though his kisses say otherwise. Passionate and all consuming of your being. Yet even such a focused man is keen to matters of the heart, and his calls for you when he finds the Order and is taken away for his work.

H,A,Y,T,M

A traditional man of sorts, Haytham likes to you spoil you in such ways. Fine clothes and some jewelry, along with long walks in town squares to show you off (in his own way). Being the significant other of the leader of Templars means you are privy to secrets, but Haytham has his reasons (at least he likes to think so). Aside from that, he adores your wit and humor and when away, likes to imagine the fun banter you two would have. He would absolutely be the type to want to marry you, falling into a peaceful domestic routine of sorts.

A,M,U,N,E,T (Aya)

Before and after becoming a Hidden One, Aya admired your presence. You were there for her through the worst of times and when she founded the Assassin’s with Bayek. Being her spouse, co-founder, fellow partner in crime means you have a leader of a wife who also enjoys a good time. She adores you, and you her, calling each other “my love” or “goddess”. Traveling together adds a sense of thrill and excitement in new places, although if you’re ever homesick, Aya/Amunet wants you to share that with her.

E,D,W,A,R

Life on the high seas can be rambunctious but Edward can count on your leadership. Sometimes. When you’re not getting into the crew’s shenanigans. Your fun-serious side, with a dash of ruthlessness, is one of the many becoming qualities he admires in you. When you’re not cracking jokes or death defying stunts/schemes, Kenway does have a softer side to him. Going out of his way to talk to you, or when you sees you off in a distance, daydreams how you’re buying his favorite rum for him as a gift or protecting him. Do you think of him as much as he does you? Or do you remember the time he covered you with a blanket one cold night?

J,A,C,O,B

You had been best friends with Jacob, but even the laughs and glances couldn’t fill the you-shaped hole in his heart. When you finally got together, there was never a shortage of admiration on his part about all that he admires about you, including your fun side. That being said, he’s a passionate man who is not shy about making it known how he feels about you, despite Evie’s teasing, and if a Rook tries to get chummy with you they find out real fast! Maybe laying it on a bit thick with the compliments but you know he’s genuine. He likes to scale the rooftops with you to get the best views, especially at sunset. If you ever have nightmares/panic attacks, Jacob knows what that feels like and he’s more than willing to help you through it.

C,O,N,R

Connor didn’t expect to fall in love after trying to rebuild, but you were a welcomed exception in his life. When he first started catching feelings, he thought it was subtle until your eyes met his and he turned away with a blush creeping on his cheeks. He may not be the most traditional romantic but once you realize what he’s doing, you’re touched by how sweet he is. Once you’re together, Connor’s little nicknames for you are along the lines of “love, dove” or maybe something floral. If you ever have nightmares/panic attacks, that soothing voice calms you down as he holds you close.

E,V,I

Unlike her twin, Evie likes to think she was refined and focused until she met you. Then her more carefree, free-spirited fluoridated when she spent more time with you. Jacob likes to tease that you’re a “bad influence”. She sees you as her equal in every way and comes to realize that even in the most trying times, she can let her walls down for you. She values you, in all ways a loving significant other can: your opinions, your ideas, your wants.

K,A,S,N,D,R

Kassandra is a woman who’s naturally curious and takes an interest your activities/hobbies, be it pottery or sword sparring. Her kisses are heated, gripping to you as if you’re her tether. She imagines a simple life with you at times, living out the rest of your years by the beach. If there’s anything you have set your sights on, your Amazonian love is in your corner 1000%. Romance is not her strongest suit, but you know she tries and that’s all that matters. I don’t know Ancient Greek dialect, but I’d imagine nicknames would be something like “sweetie” or “darling”.

A,L,E,X,I,O,S

Alexios did not expect to have a family again (Kassandra and his mother), let alone the heart of you. He respects and values you as his equal, and all that you do. He enjoys hunting, sailing and some sparring with you, and encourages you if you want to improve yourself. After settling down, your presence inspires him to be more at peace. He doesn’t have to be closed off or hesitant or the simplest actions. When he confessed, Alexios gripped tightly onto you, pouring every ounce of his soul into words. You gladly accept, and soon are pulled close to him in the tightest hug and sweetest kiss. After that, you could be doing the most mundane thing and Alexios looks at you as if you’re Queen of Olympus itself.

E,I,V,O,R

Eivor admires you, loves you, their beloved and equal in every way. An inspiration to fight to see tomorrow with you. Not “showy” with their emotions, or the most blatantly romantic, Eivor still has those moments where they want to be near you at every moment. Making sure you’re well fed, taken care of, or warm during the harsh winters. You’re a much valued and loved person in Eivor’s life, someone worth protecting amidst this dangerous lifestyle.

A,L,T,I,R

Though he won’t outright admit it, Altair admires your skill as a fellow assassin in training (mostly as an excuse to be near you). As long as Maria and Malik don’t rib him that the arrogant “novice” has finally been bested. If anything, it indirectly inspires him to do better/push himself to which you tease him relentlessly, but he’ll gladly take it since it’s you. When he finally confessed to you, the tense pause almost killed him (fearing you’d say no) only to return your hug ten fold in an iron grip. Cupping the back of your head. In the younger years, you two daredevils were always seeking out the highs of being an Assassin but mellow out with age. Still, that romance never dies with affectionate banter and nicknames, and gentle touches.

A,V,E,L,I,N

Aveline enjoys shopping with you or even taking (much needed) long walks with you. She sees you as her equal, and values your opinion, be it for both Assassin and other non-related matters. She’s faced betrayal and heartache but you’re an inspiration that there’s always a better tomorrow, no matter how small some victories may be. You confessed to her one night, and it was one of the happiest moments in Aveline’s life, the day you called her “my rose”. One of the loveliest, genuine aspects of her life, Aveline treasures her life with you.

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Haytham Kenway SFW Headcanons

A-Affection (How do they show their affection?)

(He sure doesn’t feign his affection) It all starts with when he shows it. After all, he is the Grand Master Templar, busy you know. When he does get his time to show affection, his hand would be on your shoulder whenever an enemy tries to talk smack to you, and he would do his Haytham flair (basically keep them talking then kill them in front of you). For other types of affection he would do, he would hold your hand and squeeze it when no one’s looking, or kiss your forehead before saying that we have to move on. When he sees you with sadness though, he would go to a quiet place and stay there with you, holding you in his arms and maybe whisper some loving things to you, or recite a poem.

B-Best Friend (How did you two meet? What would they be like as your best friend?)

You meet earlier in his life, being either a newbie in the Templar Order or a well known contact. Your friendship is somewhat there during the game, but gets more deepened when you give him your assistance. As your friend, he tends to be more comfortable around you, asking you questions that he wouldn’t do normally, and be a bit more firm towards you, but only because he cares about you, and wouldn’t want you to die on his accord. There are now moments when you do something badass, he stands back to watch you do so and have on this proud, soft smile like he’s cheering you on without words.

C-Cuddles (Do they like cuddling? How would they cuddle?)

He does like it, makes him relieved knowing that he has you in his arms. He is always the big spoon. No questions asked. But he won’t mind it if you turned around to hug him, but he won’t turn around himself to be the little spoon.

D-Domestic (Would they help you around the house? Are they willing to settle down?)

There have been sometimes Haytham wishes he can settle down with someone, not deal with all of this Templar business anymore. He has thought about this with you. Some kids, a nice house, and another job that has no relation to Templars or Assasins whatsoever. He would also help you around the house, yes. His job is to make sure the rooms look nice, but also doesn’t mind helping you with dishes or doing laundry.

E -Ending (What would happen if they broke up with their partner?)

When he ends it, it’s usually for the good of the Order, and it hurts him to do it, but it’s to protect you and keep your tracks hidden. There was a conversation that you picked up that the men were agreeing to have you kicked out of the order, so you confronted Haytham about it that night. He admits to it but tells you the why, which has you understand the situation but you don’t want to leave the love of your life. The first day you’re gone though, he’s out of order, out of place, and always regrets letting you go.

F-Fiancé(e) (Would they be interested in having you as their bride or promised one?)

He would have loved to marry you, but knew that one day he would have to go. He doesn’t want to make you a widow. But, he will, however, make you a promise ring, one with the Templar cross on it, and put it on your finger himself, knowing that he promises to love you til his or your death.

G-Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally, he is very gentle, being the gentleman born and raised. Physically, he’s just as gentle, not wanting you to be hurt both physically and emotionally. Even if it’s on purpose, like say you did something out of line, he does tend to be his grand master self and berate you. If you don’t have thick skin, he tries to apologize and give you gentle hugs and affection. Even if he does that, he still tells you that he doesn’t want anyone else to think he treats you any different than the other Templars. Which is why when you’re alone with him, he tends to be more caring and affectionate with you. Outside, it’s rare because of his reputation and title he has to keep.

H-Hugs (How would they hug and do they like it? Might compare it with cuddles)

Hugs are a simple way of affection, and one, to him, that makes him vulnerable to his enemies. In Rogue, he does do a bit of simple hugs, holding you close or having his hand on your back in secret, showing that he’s there for you. When he’s on the Aquila or on the Morrigan, the hugs are more loving since there’s people he trusts on the ship. Comparing this to cuddles, he would rather cuddle, because he knows that hugs don’t last as long as they do.

I-I love you (How fast would they say the L-word?)

This would take some time, unfortunately. This would have to take place sometime after his breakup with Ziio. The first time he says he loves you was mumbled, as he was sick with a fever during his travels in Europe to find his sister. The second time he says he loves you was at their new headquarters in Virginia, and it was in his study.

Another scenario would be before he travels to Europe, and it’s been a few days since the breakup for him. He would say I love you when you two have time alone, or after another task is done where you joined him, and no one else as he only requested you.

J-Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He does get jealous, yes, but not what you think. He always keeps his cool on the outside, but on the inside, his blood is boiling. His jealousy is mainly when it’s simple strangers, as he can trust his closest members. Though, there has been a time where historical figures he’s contacts with have flirted with you, and he’s had to put his foot down.

K-Kiss (What are their kisses like? How often would this be happening? Where do they like to kiss you and where they would like to be kissed.)

His kisses are soft and romantic, like his heart beating for you, each time he sees your happiness and joy. This would often happen when you’re alone with him of course, not wanting his weakness to be shown around people, especially those he trusts. He loves to kiss you on your lips or on your cheeks or hands, just small kisses like that. He would rather be kissed on his lips. He just likes the enrapture, the embrace that comes with that. If you must kiss him, a kiss on the cheek will do, but a quick one. He’ll blush a storm when you’re away and he’s alone.

L-Little ones (How are they around children?)

If he was able to be an actual father to Connor, he would’ve loved being able to take care of a child. If he wasn’t a Templar, he would’ve gladly taken care of his baby, teaching them how to speak, write, read, and other things. Modernly, he would work at Abstergo, and would not give two shits about bringing his child to work. If he does have duties, he would still make sure his kid doesn’t run off and do some bad things, and would always have a bag of treats in his drawer for when other children come to the building.

M-Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are great sometimes, if you two don’t immediately get to work. There will be sometimes where you don’t want to get up just yet and hold him close for a couple of more minutes of sleep. He will chuckle at this behavior but also secretly glance at your features. All natural beauty and skin, your hair all over the place, or if you have short hair, just right. You might be wearing a shirt of his that he secretly loves, or he’ll get frustrated that you’re hugging his hat and won’t give it back. For Haytham, if he does have to go to work immediately after getting up, he’ll give you a quick kiss on the lips and cheek, cover you up, and then put on his clothing and do other daily things before leaving the room.

N-Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights spent with this man are depending on the mission, how he feels, or you feel, and the overall tension between you two. If he’s feeling out of it, and looks like he might start an argument, you two basically go to bed, but he still holds you and tells you he’ll be alright in the morning. If it’s Vice versa, it’ll be somewhat the same, but he tries to comfort you the best he can, giving you water, kisses, or just holding you, if that’s what you wish.

O-Open (When will they reveal their true colors? How slow or fast is this?)

His true colors have been there since you’ve met him. But not romantically. The way he speaks, walks, his manners and the charisma of his voice have always stood out. Romantically, it takes some time to tell you what he likes/loves, what he dislikes/hates, and sometimes, he doesn’t even tell you his true feelings about you until he’s truly comfortable being around you. When he truly is though, it’s all worth it, because you love him so.

P-Patience (Do they have patience in this or are they very easily angered?)

Haytham is a very simple man. So, you can say he has a lot of patience in this relationship, especially when he knows that he is a very busy man, and that pleasure is after business. Sometimes, when he is angered, it’s only if he hasn’t seen you in a while and he regrets having you on a mission where he’s not keeping an eye on you.

Q-Questions (If you were to quiz them, how much of you would they remember?)

There has been some days where you have thrown out random questions about where you dated, how you two started dating, what’s your favorite color, etc. He doesn’t have the most perfect memory, but his memory of your relationship, of your self is more than perfect. There have been sometimes where he’s had to correct you because you’ve never told him this fact about yourself. Other than that, he gets them all right.

R-Reminiscing (What is their favorite moment in the relationship?)

This is an easy question. All of the moments with you are his favorite, especially when he sees you kicking some ass and he’s back there standing like, “That’s my Templar.” With his handsome smile and hands behind his back.

S-Security (Are they overprotective? How would they protect you and how would they like to be protected?)

He’s not really that much of an overprotective guy, but he does tend to be, even when he thinks he’s not. Everytime you’re away from him, he knows that you can handle yourself, but he always fears that when you come back, it’s your body in a casket or in the arms of one of his Templar associates, coming towards him with a sad look, holding your body in his arms.

He prefers to protect you by having almost all missions be with him or with Shay, being his most trusted associate before Charles, or after, depends on what he answers. He would like to be protected by just being beside you, and if he ever gets attacked, you go into bodyguard mode and finish the job, even though he says with a smile, or in anger, that he didn’t need you to sacrifice yourself for him.

T-Try (How much effort would they put into important events, gifts, everyday tasks, etc.)

He will not think that he is above doing everyday tasks and will encourage you to ask him to do such things. He likes to be athletic and keep a slim, confident figure in his line of work. If it deals with hunting food or buying you a weapon or sharpening weapons, he will do so. If you’re sick and need medicine, he’ll try and find a capable doctor to give you some. For gifts, he absolutely wants to spoil you, giving you little trinkets during his missions, or by buying jewelry, or giving you a bouquet of flowers. He’ll always do this with a smile and a great heart that’s deep inside his chest for you.

U-Ugly (What are some of their bad habits/flaws of theirs?)

We all know what bad habits and flaws he has. Though, I’ll make it simple. He can be a ruthless and cunning individual. He used to believe in a greater future, one of peace between the Templars and the Assassin’s before choosing the ideologies of the Templars. He would then try to teach Connor of these subjects but would fail. Soon, after the betrayal of his mentor, he grew to become like Edward Braddock, a person that once belonged to the Order, and was one of the British generals of the French and Indian War.

Some romantic flaws would be that if you were born of a low class, he would somewhat be rude and arrogant in his manners towards you. But, once he notices what he did, he soon tries to make up for those ways, trying to be more kind and well mannered.

V-Vanity (How vane/concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s pretty concerned about his looks, and still is so after confirming the relationship. He wants to look his absolute best as the Grand Master and for you too.

W-Whole (Would they feel lost, lonely, incomplete without you?)

To him, unfortunately, he would feel lonely when you’re gone. He would feel incomplete too, like a piece of him just temporarily drifted away. But when you are here, he feels better, stronger, and overwhelmed with courage at seeing you. He knows he feels attached to you, but can’t help it. If he needs to feel less of it, he would, but it would break him to hear that you have gone forever.

X-Xtra (One random headcanon)

I don’t really have a headcanon for him, but modernly I do. Let him be your sugar daddy and you will not regret that ever like shit a handsome hot man with money off the roof? Hell yeah! If you don’t like that, it’s fine. He still has money to spend though.

Y-Yuck (What’s one thing they would not like in a relationship or a partner?)

He would not like a partner that lies, that doesn’t take care of their body or their mind well. He might be able to help with making a healthy mind, but that might not also be the case. He also doesn’t like a partner that has a huge damn ego and think they can be like Connor and take care of a huge army. Unless you’re a beefy machine, no.

Z-Zzzz (What’s their sleeping habit?)

His sleeping habit is a bit of the same as normal people, having comfy things to wear, a nice looking bed and covers, and his room being nice and tidy. Sometimes, he sleeps on his desk with his head on his paperwork and his hat dangling off his head or already on the floor. If it’s with you, he’d try and sleep with you on the bed.

#assassins creed 3 #haytham kenway #connor kenway #assassin's creed #ratonhnhaké:ton #headcanon #assassins creed headcanons #fluff #he’s so sexy #he’s so fine #handsome #sir please #he’s so perfect #ack

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gaycragula · 1 year

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REQUEST INFO

Requests are currently: OPEN Masterlist

| Fandoms and the characters I will write for:

Overwatch

Ashe

Ana

Baptiste

Bastion

Brigitte

Cassidy

Doomfist

D.Va

Echo

Genji

Hanzo

Junker Queen

Junkrat

Kiriko

Lucio

Mei

Mercy

Pharah (Platonic)

Ramattra

Reaper

Reinhardt

Roadhog

Sigma

Sojourn

Soldier: 76

Sombra

Symmetra

Tracer (Platonic)

Widowmaker

Zarya

Zenyatta

Assassin’s Creed

Alexios

Jacob Frye

Evie Frye

Bayek of Siwa

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway

Edward Kenway

Haytham Kenway

Classic Horror Movies

Jason Vorhees

Michael Myers

Ghostface (Billy and/or Stu)

Ash Williams

Leatherface

Team Fortress 2

Scout

Sniper

Medic

Spy

Soldier

Heavy

Pyro

Engineer

Demoman

Arcane

Vander

Jinx/Powder (Platonic/Romantic/Paternal)

Vi (Platonic/Paternal)

Caitlyn (Platonic)

Silco

Jayce

Viktor

Ekko (Platonic/Romantic/Paternal)

Marcus

Surf’s Up (2007)

Cody Maverick

Chicken Joe

Geek (Big Z)

Tank

Lani

How to Train Your Dragon

Hiccup

Astrid

Stoick

Honestly I'll probably write for anyone if requested

| What I write:

Character x Male!Reader

Character x GN!Reader

Character x Nonbinary!Reader

Character x (above)Reader x Character

| Things I will write:

Smut

Fluff

Poly Relationships

Trans!Male Readers/Characters

| Things I will NOT write:

Fem aligned (x reader wise)

SA/Non-con

Scat kink

Foot fetish

Pregnancy

Yandere

If you have any questions about a certain kink/fetish or trope, feel free to ask! Again, I can’t say for sure I will be comfortable writing certain asks and I would like to keep the ability to deny anything if it makes me uncomfortable.

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turtlesaph · 8 months

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Writing Prompts/Requests/RP

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

Hello! Welcome to my listy! My rules are relatively simple. I don't do smut, kinks, incest, degrading matters, super sexual or sexualized content, multiverses or crossovers. I try to stick to the universe of the character personally. I will do platonic or romantic connections. I work a fulltime job so please be patient if I don't immediately respond.

I'm a story driven person so I love adventure, angst, fantasy, comedy, trauma/drama and some fluff. I do requests and/or RP (RP sticks to Discord). So feel free to ask me anything or request anything! Please share your thoughts, feelings, conspiracies, theories, head-canons and anything else related to the characters I write for!

CANON CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR::

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil)

Claire Redfield (Resident Evil)

Sesshomaru (Inuyasha/Yashahime)

Naraku (Inuyasha)

Toga (Inuyasha)

Kirinmaru (Inuyasha/Yashahime)

Slade (Teen Titans)

Jace Beleren (Magic The Gathering)

Darth Vader/Anakin (Star Wars)

Alex Mercer (Prototype)

Haytham Kenway (Assassin's Creed lll/Rogue)

Ganondorf (Legend of Zelda)

Rauru (Legend of Zelda)

Volga (Legend of Zelda)

Twinrova: Koume & Kotake (Legend of Zelda)

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel)

Lilith (Hazbin Hotel)

Vecna/001-One/Henry Creel (Stranger Things)

Niklaus Mikaelson (Vampire Diaries/The Originals)

Caroline Forbes (Vampire Diaries)

AVAILABLE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR::

Haleru (King Rauru's brother) [Legend of Zelda]

Alanis (Overlord Sinner fox) [Hazbin Hotel]

Laviel (Slade's Apprentice/antagonist) [Teen Titans]

Locus (Teen Titan/hero) [Teen Titans]

These lists will not include everyone I write for, just the ones off the top of my head.

MY DISCORD IS:: aschrach

(Posted with half of the tags, will do another with the rest)

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ao3feed-assassinscreed · 2 years

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Bluebird

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/BRVcwWG

by Snorp_Lord

Two fools in love escape from guards.

Words: 228, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Shay Cormac, Haytham Kenway

Relationships: Shay Cormac/Haytham Kenway

Additional Tags: Drabble, Kisses, Fluff

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/BRVcwWG

#ao3feed #fanfic #assassin's creed #assassins creed

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getdownonfryeday · 3 years

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The Assassins and Templars Finding You Asleep (Part 1)

A/N - This is so funny because it's been in my drafts for two years

Altaïr: Sighs and smirks at you when he spots you fallen asleep. He picks you up bridal style; kissing your forehead before laying you down on your shared bed. It happens quite often.

Ezio: When he's back from a mission and sees you fallen asleep from reading a book, either he carries you back to your room or he takes off his armor and cuddles next to you, more so if it's cold and you're both in front of the fireplace.

Connor: He goes full mother eagle mode and carries you to bed. He tries not to wake you up as he takes you to your room, but you usually end up doing so and nuzzle into his chest. He's just so warm.

Edward: Considering you're on a ship, you end up falling asleep in the captain's quarters. This usually happened when you get hold of a new map with information on which Templars went where. Edward's amazed at how you can fall asleep amidst all the ruckus outside, and he carries you to his bed where he brings you into a warm embrace.

Shay: He smiles and kneels beside you, holding your hand and bringing it to his lips for a kiss. Shay then proceeds to carry you in his strong arms, and lays you on the bed. He kisses your cheek before leaving again to join Haytham on another mission. (I'll be back soon love, I promise.)

Haytham: The Templar is normally exhausted, especially with the mountains of paperwork. At around midnight, he comes back home to see you asleep on the couch, probably waiting for him. Haytham smiles and covers you with a blanket, not wanting to move you as you might wake up. He leaves a small note, apologizing for coming home late again but promising to compensate. You find the note delivered to you by a servant the following morning.

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young-eagle-1725 · 3 years

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The Sins of the Father

Adira Kane and Haytham Kenway riding through the frontier together.

#haytham kenway #assassin's creed #ac3 #ac rogue #aciii #fanfic #original character #first fanfic #assassin's creed iii #fanfiction #a03 fanfic #angst #fluff #slow burn #haytham x ofc

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gococogo · 4 months

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A New Day for a New Year | Shaytham New Years Special

Synopsis: Having been invited to party for New Years, Haytham drags Shay along. He wishes he was at home instead of here where there's no prying eyes. Watching him. Judging him. Not being able to hold onto the only person he adores at this party.

But little does Haytham know, everyone watches the fireworks. Watches their colours against the dark night. Everyone but Shay, who is only looking at him.

Word Count: 2.3K

Pairing: Shay Cormac/Haytham Kenway

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Assassin's Creed Rogue

Notes: I wish you all a happy new year! 2024 is here! Scary haha

The last time Shay Cormac was at Two Bends, he had assassinated Lawrence Washington.

Haytham would have known that already as far as Shay’s knowledge of him goes. Information around the Templars seems to travel quite quickly. He’s just glad that he doesn’t speak about it to Shay. The guilt of killing a sick and dying man still weighs him down some nights. Despite what Liam had said all that time ago, it hadn’t of help.

Twin Bends hasn’t changed a bit. Still the same old housing, same old dock and same old mansion and garden sitting up on the hill overlooking the bend. People bustle and laugh in the streets and on the dock, all here for the New Years party Haytham has dragged Shay along to. He was hesitant to come at first, but Haytham was persistent. He didn’t say it out loud, but it seemed like the Grandmaster didn’t want to attend alone.

The ship that brought them here wasn’t the Morrigan but instead a private vessel that the host of party had sent out. Mr Shaw -Shay has found out- is a supporter of the Templar cause. He isn’t apart of the Order, he only maintains a friendly relationship with Haytham so that he can stay above the rest. Stay in power and in kindness to that, Haytham receives information and money.

He’s the one hosting this New Years party and the same one that has invited Haytham along. In celebration for this upcoming year for the Order. But that celebration is only for Haytham and Mr. Shaw to know about. All Shay knows is that Mr. Shaw is an acquaintance. A very rich one.

Haytham leads Shay into the manor’s garden, the Irishman keeping quiet and to himself. The Grandmaster doesn’t bother asking why the normally mouthy man is holding his tongue, he knows the memories these gardens must hold. He can only imagine though, the report on Lawrence’s death had told him everything he needed to know.

And something like that night, the garden is lit with soft orange lamps and flowers bloom on the bushes that line that fences. Everyone is dressed formally, even Haytham and Shay have changed from their usual attire to a couple of suits. Haytham still wears his cloak over his shoulders while Shay has just adopted for a simple black suit with red accents. His hair is done up nicely with a little red bow tie keeping it up. It’s cute but that is something Haytham would never say out loud.

A butler walks past with a tray full of voul-au-vents and with a delicate hand, Haytham picks off two. He holds one of to Shay, but the man’s attention is somewhere else entirely. The man doesn’t normally phase out like this but when he does, he gets caught in his own head very easily.

It takes Haytham twice calling his name to get the man’s attention, “Shay.”

“Hmm?” Shay hums as he looks to Haytham then down at the voul-au-vent being presented to him.

He takes the small pastry from Haytham with a small thanks. It’s gone within a single bite. His nose screws up the slightest but keeping to his good manners at the party, he swallows the voul-au-vent without a word. Haytham takes a bite of his own and silently agrees with Shay, the small pastries aren’t the best.

Haytham peers around the garden with a furrowed brow. Leviticus Shaw is nowhere to be seen. There are some men and women that Haytham recognises but other than that, everyone else are strangers.

“Do you think it’s best to socialize?” Shay asks suddenly.

He keeps his attention on Haytham instead of his surroundings. It seems to help him keep him from diving too deep into old, repressed memories.

Haytham hums to himself as he takes another look around before coming back to Shay with a short, “I think it would be. We should go for a wonder and find the host of this event.”

Shay nods, “Sounds like a plan.”

Despite them looking for Mr. Shaw, neither of them move quickly. They plod through the garden with conversation on their lips. Shay asks of Mr. Shaw, more curious than anything and Haytham is more willing to tell. At one point in their talk, Haytham snatches two glasses of champagne from a passing butler and hands one to Shay without a pause. At least the alcohol is better than the food Mr. Shaw is providing.

“Mr. Kenway!”

Both men turn quick at the sudden shout. Shay looks Mr. Shaw up and down with a hostile sternness in his shoulders. The man is tall and stocky, his suit fitting him snuggly. Shay can almost smell the wealth coming from him and it makes him turn his head away slightly. But he keeps formal for Haytham’s sake.

The Grandmaster and Mr. Shaw shake hands firmly as they greet each other. Haytham looks small compared to Mr. Shaw, the other man as thick as a tree stump. Shay keeps quiet as the two catch up on their lives, then the stocky man’s bright blue eyes lock onto Shay. Like a blood hound looking at a hare.

“So, who is this handsome man you’ve yet to introduce me to, Haytham?” Leviticus asks with a devilish grin.

With a gesture of a hand, Haytham announces the Irishman formally, “This is Captain Cormac, one of my finest to the Order.”

Shay’s chest swells at the small praise from Haytham. He never would have received such words in the Creed.

“It’s nice to meet you, Shaw,” Shay says with a short nod of his head.

Mr. Shaw’s eyes slightly widen. “What accent is that? Can’t quite place it.”

“My parents were Irish,” Shay explains.

“Both immigrants?”

At this, Shay is a little hesitant before answering a short, “Yes.”

Within the second, Mr. Shaw’s demeaner changes towards Shay. It’s a subtle change, but Shay picks up on it straight away. It’s the slight curl in Shaw’s lip and the tilt of the chin upwards that tells him all he needs to know.

Shay wishes to leave. But he doesn’t wish to make a scene in front of everyone. Not while Haytham is right next to him. That’s the last thing the Grandmaster of the Templar Order needs. One of his subjects spewing a bunch of shit in front of someone he respects. Last thing Shay wants is to be muzzled like a dog.

Mr. Shaw turns his attention back to Haytham, his features instantly brightening again. He clasps his hands together in front of him as he asks, “How are you enjoying the night so far?”

“It’s good to be here, Leviticus,” Haytham answers back.

“Good. We have fireworks planned when the new year turns over. Will you still be around by then?” Shaw pushes.

“Of course.”

“Wonderful!” Shaw grins. “I’ll come find you later, I have other guests to find and greet,” Shaw explains, his eyes flittering to Shay for a split second.

“That’s alright. I’ll meet with you before I take my leave,” Haytham instructs.

“Good! I’ll see you then!” And with that and a small nod, Mr. Shaw is wondering off into another part of the garden.

In the distant, in the gazebo, a band picks up a soft tune that fills the night. A complete opposite of the blazing annoyance Shay has buzzing around inside his chest right now.

“Can I speak informally, sir?” Shay asks with a low voice so no one can hear but the man beside him.

Haytham looks to him with a single raised brow. “Not here,” he murmurs.

Shay exhales through his nose and calls a butler over instead. Within three seconds, Shay downs one glass of champagne before grabbing two more and passing one over to Haytham. Shay downs the second champagne without a second thought and gives the butler the empty glass. With a wordless look, the butler offers a third glass. This, Shay eyes before accepting and shooing the butler away.

Out of curiosity, Haytham says, “You may speak informally.”

Brown eyes blink at him. “He’s a prick,” is all Shay says.

Haytham bites his tongue to hold back a smile. “I’m sorry?”

“Is he British?” Shay asks. “Couldn’t tell because he doesn’t have an accent like yours.”

“Like mine?”

“Is he?” Shay pushes.

“Yes.”

“Explains a lot.”

At this, Haytham scoffs lightly at the sudden attitude Shay has developed. Shay sips at his champagne as he looks about the party, trying not to down this one glass. But he fails, his glass tipping up, up and up until it’s all gone. He places the empty glass on a passing butler, scaring the man a bit.

Haytham should be a little hurt being a British man himself. But in all honesty, he finds this amusing. He’s well aware of the conflict between Irish and British and he has never fancied himself to be a part of that. Too much effort to hate someone over their birthplace and birthright. Effort he could put towards the Order. But Shaw, Shaw seems to have some effort to use it.

“Don’t let Leviticus get under your skin, Shay. He’s a rich man that only wishes to be known and liked by everyone,” Haytham says as he gives a small pat to Shay’s shoulder.

This, the simple touch seems to calm Shay down a tad. Enough for his gaze to return to Haytham and enough for his shoulders to slouch a bit. At this moment, Haytham wishes that he could bring Shay closer to him. To hold the back of his head as Shay’s face rests in the nook of his neck. But there are eyes about. And so instead of this, Haytham gestures with his head to continue their walk in the garden.

“Let’s walk it off, Shay,” Haytham softly says.

The Irishman straightens himself up and follows Haytham with a newfound will of bliss. As they walk, Haytham slowly sips on his own drink. The two of them keep to themselves, not too particular in conversating with anyone else but themselves. The only company Haytham wants tonight is Shay. That is enough.

Tonight, almost never happened. Shay had business in Albany that he was set to sail out for. He had celebrated Christmas loudly with Gist and his mindset had quickly come back to the Order. So, skipping New Years was something he could put up with. But with Haytham’s stern invitation -the only reason he was stern is because he didn’t want Charles Lee joining him- Shay had come along.

Being so deep in the garden, -only a few people pass here and there- the first pop of a firework has both of them looking up to the night sky quick as anything. Red shimmers across the sky, then another pop and a bright blue joins. Haytham watches with a softness for a moment. For he finds his gaze turning to Shay.

Big brown eyes are lit up with the colours of the sky. A small smile is spread across his handsome features, something that is infectious. Feeling the gaze, Shay turns to meet Haytham, his smile widening.

For the second time tonight, Haytham wishes he could embrace Shay. Wishes he could hold him in his arms like so many other couples tonight. He wishes he wasn’t someone so high and respected so that he could reach out to Shay in a loving way. But instead, all Haytham gives is the slightest of smiles, a twitch of a lip, before he turns his attention back to the fireworks.

An ache comes to his heart. A jealousy that he cannot outwardly love like everyone else in this garden tonight. That everything he and Shay share can only be shown behind closed doors and shuttered windows. He isn’t watching the fireworks, his mind thinking of other things.

A faint touch comes to his lower back under his cape that brings Haytham out of thought very quickly. Shay pulls him closer and Haytham reacts with a hand pushing on the other man’s chest. His heart beats in his own chest like the popping of the fireworks overhead, but he can feel that Shay’s is steady as anything. A hand covers his on Shay’s chest and squeezes softly. Shay’s face is so close, he can smell the champagne on his breath.

“Everyone is watching the fireworks,” Shay whispers out with a sheepish grin.

Haytham looks around and the few people that are in this part of the garden, their eyes are up to the sky. No one is looking at them. No one cares for their surroundings. Yet still, a twisted paranoia gnaws at Haytham. What if someone is watching.

All worry is swept away as a small kiss is placed to his temple. He blinks at the touch, his eyes still on everyone. But no one shouts. No one gasps in horror at the act. No one utters a word but at the awe of the colours blooming in the sky.

With a little relief inside of his cold heart, Haytham looks to Shay who hasn’t taken his eyes off of him this entire time. He squeezes Haytham’s hand again, a wordless assurance.

Under the fireworks, for the new year that comes, the two share a kiss in the blooming garden. Haytham doesn’t care that all he can taste is champagne. He doesn’t care that Shay’s lips are a little dry from talking in the cold night all evening. He kisses him softly with a hand on the back of his neck before anyone can spot them. They hold onto each other while the short moment lasts. While no one is watching. No one will know. No one will see. Only they will know of this moment that they both will keep to their hearts for the year to come. For the next day will hold something special. And the coming year will be held with all kinds of surprises.

What a happy new years indeed.

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teecupangel · 1 year

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Back to the animal Desmond trope, I can just see a cat Desmond casually walking into various era's, fucking up the Templar's plans by just doing normal cat things, like casually pushing a glass of water onto a letter that never gets sent that would set off murder plans, and then just staring at the nearest Assassin ancestor looking to be carried off somewhere sunny to sleep. He's done his work, human, now worship him as the great cat gods of egypt said he'd be and fetch him a fish lol

For this one, I'm just imagining a white cat with POE gold eyes like this (but lighter golden eyes)

And he’s a cat that appears and disappears whenever he pleases. Everyone thinks he’s some kind of stray and he refuses to eat any of that ‘cat food’ crap.

He will steal your food if you dare give him what counts as ‘cat food’.

Altaïr first sees him after his demotion and the only reason why he even noticed him was because his fur was too white. It was eye-catching and Altaïr didn’t need anyone turning his way because a damn cat was meowing at him and trying to climb his leg. He picked the cat up, earning a purring meow then gives him to the first beggar who tries to ask for alms, surprising both the cat and the beggar and giving Altaïr enough time to run away from both of them, ignoring the indignant howling the cat was now doing. The next time Altaïr sees the cat, it was after the assassination of his target and the cat suddenly swooped down from the roof, slamming its claws to a guard’s face that was about to hit Altaïr from the back while Altaïr was busy taking down three more guards. The guard threw the cat off him but Altaïr was faster, grabbing the cat in midair and taking him with him as he made his escape. The Rafiq had looked at the cat that Altaïr was holding in one hand and just told him that they didn’t have any food to spare for the cat. After that, the cat just pops up every now and then, helping Altaïr by being a distraction or actually trying to air assassinate guards with his claws. He accepts scritches only from Altaïr but any Assassin can pat his head and back. Once Altaïr was the mentor, he cuts part of his red sash and ties it around the cat’s neck, announcing him as part of the Brotherhood. (Altaïr is pretty sure Malik gives him half of his food every time the cat sits next to his plate and stares at him quietly)

Ezio first finds the white cat with the vibrant red ribbon in Villa Auditore. To be more specific, the cat had been sleeping on top of chest armor that was on the pedestal by Altaïr’s statue. The cat yawned and jumped off the pedestal, wiggling out of the bars, and sat in front of Ezio, meowing at him. Ezio scritches his neck which made the cat purr before rolling to his back and batting Ezio’s fingers lightly. After that, the cat seemed to stay in Villa Auditore most of the time but Ezio does see him walking around town as well. Everyone in town loves him and gives him food or just pets him. Only Ezio is allowed to scritch his neck. The cat also seems to have the habit of being in certain areas in town that would yield the most profit if Ezio was to rebuild/renovate them. Then he started appearing in certain sections that would bring more money to the town if he had the architect focus on them as their next project (like the abandoned mine). Claudia believes he’s a cat that brings good fortune. Ezio is simply just happy that petting the cat seemed to be helping their mother in some way. (Then the cat appears in Roma to help Ezio with finances and then in Constantinople to give Ezio tips on where to invest and Ezio, at this point, is pretty sure the cat doesn’t bring good fortune but is actually some kind of god of money and finances. Hey, if Minerva isn’t really a goddess, maybe the god of money and finances is a goddamn immortal cat)

Edward grabbed the first cat he sees when they finally landed somewhere safe after escaping the Spaniards because every ship needs to have a ship’s cat. Not just because they kept rodents at bay but because it’s superstition and sailors/pirates are a superstitious lot so Edward’s not gonna take any chances. Turns out the cat he dragged into the ship didn’t like being grabbed without even a ‘hello, beautiful’ and refused to kill rats. Instead, the cat, for some unknown reason, got all the rodents to be at his beg and call. In one loud yowl, rodents from all over the ship will skitter to his location………… which always turns out to be the captain’s quarters just as Edward was about to go to sleep.

Ratonhnhaké:ton was sure the white cat that appears and disappears all the time was some kind of spirit. That was the only reason he could think of to why he would always hear the same meow in the direction he needed to look at to have enough time to hide or to find whatever his target was. The white cat was also the best hunting partner Ratonhnhaké:ton ever had. What he lacked in strength, he made up with speed and the ability to jump from branches to branches faster than any animal Ratonhnhaké:ton had ever seen………… He also has the habit of suddenly swooping down from the rooftops and slamming into Haytham’s head, clawing his hat and, more than once, actually managing to take the hat off Haytham and running away with it, dragging it to the mud and getting Haytham to run after him where the poor hat ended up in horseshit. Strangely enough, Haytham never got angry at the white cat and when Ratonhnhaké:ton asked why, Haytham simply said…

“You do not anger the Rat Caller.”

#desmond as a cat #altaïr just thinks the cat is an intelligent ball of fluff #ezio thinks the cat is the god of money and fortune #ratonhnhaké:ton thinks the cat is a spirit that likes to hunt with him #the kenway father and son think the cat can summon rats like hugo #if anyone wants a continuation with rogue to syndicate #let me know #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #haytham kenway #edward kenway #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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I love how you write for Haytham, could I request a part 3 where he actually does confess to the reader and she accepts 💙

You got it!

Summary/Author’s Note - the third and final part to the romancing of the Cormac sister! FINALLY WITH THE CONFESSION!

Part 1 and Two here

It had been less than a week since the slight spectacle at the party yet Haytham treated it as if nothing had happened. It didn’t go unnoticed by you.

Still miffed at the interference, not to mention the almost constant presence of Haytham whenever the new contact stood by you. It would be improper to just barge into his office, but you didn’t give a damn anymore.

For a second you regretted barging in, seeing Haytham flinch, but then the cool façade returned just as easily.

“I need to speak with you.”

He sighed deeply, disappointed at losing focus.

“Whatever it is, Ms. Cormac, I’m sure it can wait for the time being.”

Still, you relented. “I insist it’s important. I’d like to request a transfer.”

It instantly grew quiet as Haytham’s glance turned to you. “I’m not quite sure I understood that..?”

You answered through gritted teeth. “I would like to be transferred to a different Templar. I’ve come to realize that my skills have been doubted here and I want to remedy that.”

Now that caught his attention. “Who would dare to question you, after all that you’ve contributed? Is it that new addition because I assure you—.”

“You, Haytham! It’s you!! Do you really think so little of me that you constantly hover around me whenever a plan goes?”

Your harsh tone did not go unnoticed as he was taken aback by your words, but you weren’t done yet.

“At least grant me the courtesy of a new post, or explaining as to the WHY!”

There was something to Haytham’s demeanor that made you almost regret your demand. As if there was a slight deflation in his attitude, but you held your ground as those blue eyes looked at you somberly.

“I apologize if you’ve ever felt that I—.., Ms. Cormac…I never intended to make you feel that way.”

You prayed he couldn’t hear your heart beating as he walked from behind the desk to right where you stood. Wanting to sprint away, you still remained as Haytham inched closer, swallowing the last of his nerves before continuing.

“As to why, I did not want to burden you with it but it is an explanation to everything.”

A hand slowly wrapped around yours, face inching closer.

“I’ve come to care for you. Immensely. Fiercely. I often find myself wanting to know who you are, where you are, how you simply spend your time in a life of your own or if you would care if I was a part of it. But as I’ve come to fondly realize, there’s nothing simple about you.”

You were left speechless. Thinking a brief attraction was merely one-sided, Haytham’s revelation fueled your adrenaline but soothed it as well. An answer was already made.

Leaning up, you gently cupped his heated cheek as you placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I’ve been wanting to hear that from you for a while. And I care for you too Haytham.”

#inbox asks #assassin’s creed #fanfic #assassin’s creed x reader #assassin’s creed iii #ac3 #inbox request #my writing #writeblr #haytham kenway #y/n is shay cormac’s sister #haytham kenway x reader #fluff

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cut-small-but-deep · 1 year

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Haytham Kenway’s Birthday!!!

(‘How much Haytham Kenway GIF’s do you want?’ YES. (Sorry, I’m obsessed with him. Ack!))

Happy Birthday to the one, and the only, Haytham E. Kenway! I am so excited to present you my headcanons on how he spends his birthday. This does have some NSFW headcanons too, so be warned (possibly excited too).

Haytham’s day usually starts with his breakfast being light, but full of protein, a nice cup of tea, and a book to read, but on this special day, he is woken by his S/O who already has his food made for him, and instead of a book to read, he’s opening up his birthday present from them.

It might be a brand new journal for him to write in and a new quill and ink, possibly it might be a letter with something dirty and vulgar on the side, or it’s something quite simple, like a new sword that fits his style, or a small framed portrait of him, which he’ll set on his desk to gaze at after a long and bad day.

Though, the day must go on. He’s the Grand Master of the Colonial Rite, and busy, busy he is. He does tend to keep fit, however, and he’s very thankful you gave him a meal worth savoring. When he leaves his room along with you, he’s crowded and surprised by the Order members being there saying, “Happy Birthday, Master Kenway!” At that point, he would rather be like all the others on their birthdays and go back to bed, away from the crowd of people.

The day goes on as normal, and quite boringly too. You’d rather be spending the day in his room with him, eating cookies and pudding. Though, hopefully, you wish he didn’t go out with the guys and possibly get drunk. It’s exactly what he does…

Though drunk, he manages to keep his posture and mannered performance, even getting deep into bed with you, and very vulgar like his father too. If only video phones were made back then, and the face he’d make when he sees himself in that state.

Though, another birthday scenario is that he fell asleep doing his work and the drunken state of his was only in his dreams. He would awake to your face and saying it’s his afternoon tea time, to which he would kindly and gladly agree to spend time with you like that. He’d thank you for your kindness and the lovely gift(s), telling you that he only wishes to have this day be short but longing. Since he’s older now, he doesn’t really care about his birthday anymore. But, he does love the company it comes with it, especially when it’s you.

That night, it’s spent dancing with him in his room, doing whatever he’d like to do, after getting his pile of presents from the gang. From Connor, he’d only get a letter stating that he’s not killing anyone today, and that he wishes his father a happy birthday. But, then, he gets a box that has a cake inside with the words, “Happy No Killing Day!” Even though Haytham gets all fatherly angry about it, the gang stuffs their faces with the delicious cake.

To end the night, he spends some time bathing and has you join in. It might get dirty than you expect, but you enjoy being beside him. When you two are in your night clothes, the bed is already made and the framed portrait of him is on his desk. You two retire to his bed and you two sleep soundly with his arms wrapped around you.

#haytham kenway #assassins creed #he’s so handsome #he’s so perfect #he’s so fine #he’s so sexy #headcanon #assassins creed headcanons #i love him #nsft headcanon #sfw headcanons #fluff #birthday headcanons #assassins creed iii

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smokahuntis · 3 years

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Anything for you

Paring: Connor kenway X reader

Warnings: angst, because I’m an angst queen, uhhh Haytham. Arranged marriage, mentions of murder... it’s assassins creed so...

Summery: during a small hunting trip Connor wonders across a lost women who he can’t keep his mind off of

Authors note: this is my first Connor fic! And I’m sorry it took so long I just couldn’t think of anything for this and ended up forgetting I had it I won’t lie to you. But it’s here now!

Connor sighed heavily as he walked threw the forest, his large boots treading in the dirt as he looked threw the forest. Today’s hunt wasn’t good, neither was yesterday’s. He was the best hunter they had and yet it’s like he was the worst. He couldn’t explain it for the life of him but it was starting to frustrate him.

Maybe he’d have better luck up High, in the trees. A smiled grew on his face at the thought before he scaled his way up the tree and threw the large heft branches until he heard something. The sound of snapping twigs below him, below the trees, that’s what called his attention.

Looking down quickly he was amazing to find not a wolf, bear or even a deer, but a girl. A women, a women like he’d never seen. Dressed in a fine dress of blue and white hues, her hair curled and falling down her back as she ran. Holding up her dress as she sprinted threw the large forest, but why was she running? Soon as he began to ask himself that question he was cut off by a large growl not far away, a bear.

He didn’t hesitate to start shooting arrows at the large beast as he jumped down from the trees to fight it. He was a talented hunter so a bear like this was nothing for him, it was quick work really. Only one scratch when he knocked the beast to the ground and looked up at the scared girl who just watched the whole time.

She was terrified and he could tell by the way her hands shook and the tears roll down her face. He quickly moved to her and grabbed her face gently with his large rough hands.

“Hey-hey it’s okay... it’s okay...” he whispered wiping the tears from under her eyes “he can’t bother you anymore” he smiled kindly moved his other hand to grab hers, the both fit in his so easily

“What’s your name?” He asked her.

“(Y/n)” she whispered in her shaky tone. “(Y/n) McCormick” she whimpered leaning into his warm touch like she’d never been touched before.

“Well- (y/n)... what are you doing out here?” He asked her pushing messy hair from her face, she was so beautiful, even when she was crying, even when her face was all red and panicked.

“I-I came-I came out because I-I was I-I was trying to-to get some peace and - and quiet and then I was to stuck in my head I walked to far and-and” she whimpered and cried more, it made him sad to see such a beautiful girl like this, shaking in fear.

“Hey-hey it’s okay- I’ll help you out of here alright?” He smiled and kissed her forehead, taking her hand and wiping her tears.

“T-thank you” she stuttered and sniffed as she started walking with him. She walked holding his arm and holding up her dress with her other hand as they wondered the forest.

“So what made you come out here?” He asked after a few moments of silence and she finally calmed down.

“My father... he’s... he’s betrothed me to a man I don’t even know...” she looked up at him and sighed “I shouldn’t tell you stuff like that you probably think I’m crazy for making such a big deal out of this”

“No, I don’t think you’re crazy” he looked at her “I think you should be able to choose your partner” he said kindly as he helped her step over a log, he knew the forest in and out so he had no problem helping her. “Can I ask who he’s betrothed you too?” He asked, it came off as kind but in the back of his head it was a vicious thought, a wrong thought to have for a man he doesn’t know.

“His names Haytham...” she answered looking up at him.

“H-haytham?” He said, the name itself shocked him inside and out. His father did not deserve a girl as beautiful as this, and definitely not one so young compared to him.

“Yes, haytham kenway... do you know him?” She asked seeing his expression.

“I-I do not- I do not know him” of course he knew him but that would be so weird if he just said ‘oh yea that’s my father’

“Oh...” she nodded and kept walking with him “I’ve heard of him, he’s one of my fathers good friends but he would never let me meet him...” she said softly

“How badly do you not want to marry this man?” He asked her as he started to see the town again

“Pretty badly...” she whispered holding his arm still even tho they could see the town.

“Why is your father making you marry him?” He asked.

“Because he thinks it’s what’s best for me...” she sighed heavily and looked down as they fit to the edge of the woods finally.

“Well I guess I’ll let you go here...” he whispered looking at her.

“I never got your name” she said looking at him with her big soft eyes.

“Oh, You can call me Connor” he smiled and wiped her face one last time so she looks alright to others.

“Thank you, Connor” she kissed his cheek and hugged him before hurrying back home before her parents worried to much.

Connor watched her leave and smiled to himself, his hand resting where her lips touched his skin. The moment didnt last however because now he had to find his father and stop this marriage.

It didn’t take long to find the old man in his study. Connor busted the doors open and looked at him with a bit of anger “cancel it”

“You know you don’t have to tear up my door every time you-“ Haytham started

“Cancel the wedding” Connor said firmly.

“Excuse me?” Haytham raised an eyebrow.

“With (y/n) you can’t marry her” he said in a deep growl, almost protective.

“And why can’t I?” Haytham crossed his arms.

“She’s unhappy- she’s to-to good for you” Connor claimed

“How do you know she’s unhappy? You don’t even know the girl”

“I do know her! I met her today in fact and she told me everything” Connor said sternly “I have not asked you for much in my life but all I ask now is this, call it off and let her be free”

“If I do that her father will just send her to someone else” Haytham said

“I’ll be that someone else!” Connor said almost excitedly but it didn’t last long

“You can not be that person Connor”

“And why not?” He groaned

“Because you’re an assassin...” Haytham said quietly yet stern.

“And-.... her fathers a Templar?” He asked furrowing his brows and looking at his father in shock and worry. Haytham only nodded and sat back down in his seat.

“Shay McCormick... I believe your creed knows him” Haytham sighed.

“Of course... I should’ve known...” he shook his head and ran his fingers threw his hair.

“If you’ve just meet her today, why do you care so much for who she marries...” Haytham stood again and slowly walked towards his son.

“Because she’s the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen...” he looked back at his father “I don’t even know her but to see her cry made me feel broken, father...” he whispered. “I can’t let you take her away...”

Haytham sighed heavily and nodded, he didn’t know what to do in this situation. But he wanted to do right by his son, for once.

“I can delay the wedding until it’s safe... I can’t however just cancel, to much relays on this, however if I can push it back I can work around it for you” Haytham said putting his hand on connors shoulder. Connor had never smiled brighter then that moment, he was so happy with his fathers words he even hugged him.

The moment was short lived at they heard people downstairs, so quickly Connor made his way out the window and away.

A few weeks after that Connor had come up with a plan, every Friday he would send (y/n) flowers. However when he started that her mother kept thinking they were for her, so plan changed. Every Friday he would sneak into her room and put flowers on her table, good thing that was today.

Today he’d gotten a large bundle of daisys and lavender for her, he noticed she’d had problems sleeping recently so he got the lavender to help her rest at night. Just as he was setting the vase down on her bed side table the door behind him creaked open and he quickly turned.

(Y/n) screamed and dropped the bowl in her hands before covering her mouth the moment she noticed who was in her room. “(Y/n)? Is everything alright up there?” Her mother called

“Yes mama, I just saw a rather large... moth...?” She said almost questioning her own words before her mother just went along with whatever she was doing before, and (y/n) looked back at Connor.

“ what on earth are you doing in my room?” She said freaked out as she closed her door and locked it, cleaning up the mess she made in the floor quickly.

“I - I uh- I was bringing you... flowers?” He scratched the back of his neck as he spoke, before helping her clean up the mess.

“You’ve been the one doing that?” She asked him softly, pushing hair behind her ear as she looked at him. A slight blush crept to her face as she put the bowl aside and stood with him.

“Um... yea- yes- I... I’ve been sending them for awhile but I think your mother has been taking them so I just started... delivering them?” He chuckled nervously and smiled at her. She was so small compared to him, he was a tall muscular man and she was this little graceful girl.

She giggled and nodded “yes fathers been wondering where the flowers come from” she chuckled and ran her fingers threw her hair. He smiled at her and sighed

“Well I’ve gotten you some daisies and lavender today...” he said walking back over to the window “and I-I should be off now”

“No-wait... you don’t have to leave” she grabbed his hand quickly. His heart fluttered feeling her skin against his, it made him feel this warmth he’d never felt before.

“You wish me to stay?” He moved his hand to the side of her face.

“Of course I wish you to stay... plus I know you’re not going far... you’re not a good hider...” she giggled and smiled

“Not a good hider- oh...” he blushed and looked down before getting his confidence back “I’ll have you know I’m an amazing hider”

“Then why have I noticed you threw my window the past few nights?” She smirked and crossed her arms

“Maybe I wanted to be noticed” he said trying to be tough to her.

“Well maybe I wanted you to come in rather then just stare, why do you think I opened my window?” She said raising her eyebrow. “I could barely sleep it was so cold”

“You could- you opened that for me...?” He blushed and smiled “I didn’t know I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, I should’ve said something” she smiled at him and put her hand on his face. He couldn’t hold it any long, he needed to say something for he exploded.

“You’re the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen” he whispered and kissed her palm, slowly kissing up her arm.

“Excuse me?” She blushed

“I said you’re the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen” he whispered in her ear and pulled away slowly.

“Oh I know what you said I just wanted to hear you say it again” she teased and cupped his face softly, he smirked a little and shook his head.

“You’re silly, little cub “ he smiled.

“You like how silly I am” she smiled at him and kissed the back of his hand “if you hadn’t you wouldn’t have watched me so long, my little eagle”

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head “you’re a smart one” he pulled her closer slowly. “Can I be bold with you?” He whispered into her hair

“Yes sir” she rested her hands on his chest and leaned into him. She didn’t know how to explain it but she felt so comfortable in his arms, like he was a guardian of sorts, meant to protect her.

“I think I’m in love with you” he whispered and moved his finger under her chin, making her look up at him.

“You -you love me?” She smiled and blushed looking at him

“I do...” he said softly “and I would like to kiss you...” he admitted

“You need not ask, Connor...” she smiled and leaned up, pressing her lips to his softly. The kiss was sweet and deep, longing almost. It felt so right in every way that it made their hearts fly. She tugged his shirt softly pulling him closer before they finally parted and looked at each other

“I want to marry you...” he whispered

“Connor you know I cant-“

“I’ll do anything to make you mine, (y/n), anything... if that means killing that man then I will”

“Connor you sound mad” she said backing up a bit but he grabbed her hand.

“Forgive me, please I just... I don’t want to go another moment without you...” he whispered and looked into her eyes. She smiled and nodded softly

“I’d prefer if you didn’t kill him but... do what you must”

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