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gococogo · 3 months

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Childlike Innocence | Shaytham | Pt. 6

Pt. 5 | Pt. 7

Synopsis: Haytham goes out looking for Shay and only finds trouble

Word Count: 1.8K

Genre: Coming of age/Young Love

Pairing: Haytham Kenway / Shay Cormac

Warnings: Violence

Notes: I am actually so sorry for not updating this series since goddamn November. It's just been wild since Christmas and I've been kicking myself for not finishing this series. I'm literally a couple of chapters from completing this series as well haha. I know this chapter is short, but there will be more shortly

The next morning on the hotel stairs, Haytham tells Birch of Shay and Liam. He doesn’t tell him of their nights out beforehand. But he also mentions the white robed figure he saw with Liam, not thinking twice of it. Only because he’s afraid that if Birch finds out he’s lied to him, he won’t have free reign anymore.

Yet it wouldn’t exactly be lying per say. It would just be not telling stuff to Birch. Like the tin of tea he has stuffed in the back of his pants.

“That boy from the tavern?” Birch quickly as he puts two and two together.

Haytham swallows thickly. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright. And this robed man. Did he look dangerous?” Birch asks.

“I didn’t feel in danger,” he confesses.

“Hmm.” Birch thinks of it.

He walks up the stairs halfway before turning back to Haytham, as if reminding himself the boy is there. He looks at Haytham as if there’s a million things going on in his head. But he doesn’t speak a word of either of those thoughts. Haytham wonders to himself sometimes what truly goes on in his head. Then other times, he couldn’t give two shits what Birch thinks, it’s only what he says that matters.

“Go off. Just be careful is all,” Birch inquires before leaving, hiding his smirk from the boy.

But with that, Haytham is off successfully hiding the tin of tea in his pants. How? He doesn’t know. Maybe Birch noticed and didn’t say anything or maybe he got caught up thinking about the robed man. Maybe Haytham should keep an eye on him if Birch is interested. Or maybe he should mind his own business and worry about himself? Haytham moves on from those thoughts as quick as he makes his way out on the street.

He remembers the way Liam took him to Aunt Bridgette’s. She was a lovely woman and Haytham had found out she had used the last of her tea on the boys yesterday. So, being the gentleman Haytham is, he’s giving her his own supply. Birch won’t care. They have much more back home and can simply purchase more without a bat of their eye. Unlike Bridgette who has to keep a close watch on her spendings.

He gets to the small apartment no problem and doesn’t hesitate to go inside. He may have only been here once, but he shouldn’t be afraid to wonder around. Especially of one that looks like him. A little first class boy would be easy to rob.

Lightly, Haytham knocks on her door.

After a moment, similar to yesterday it opens and Bridgette stands there. She looks down to Haytham and it takes her a second to recognise him.

“Oh, Haytham my dear boy. What are you doing here?” Bridgette asks sweetly.

“Is Shay about?” He responds softly.

She shakes her head. “Oh. No sorry, dear. He’s at the docks with Liam and his father.”

“Thank you, miss.”

Haytham goes to run off but he stops at the top of the stairs and quickly turns around. He holds out the tin of tea for Bridgette.

“I noticed you ran out of tea yesterday. So, I brought you some more,” Haytham offers with a shy smile. “It’s from London.”

This gets a hearty laugh from the old woman. One that has Haytham’s heart swelling. She takes the tea and looks at the patterns on the tin. It’s a lovely pattern of flowers and plants. Something often seen in London in the high class stores.

“Oh, this is lovely. Thank you, Haytham,” she says with a wide smile. “You truly shouldn’t have.”

“I wanted to,” he interjects. “But I best be off now ma’am. I don’t want to be late to catch, Shay.”

“Be well!”

With the goodbye, Haytham is rushing down the stairs and out the building. Without even thinking he begins sprinting to the docks. He doesn’t want to miss Shay. His feet move quicker than his body at times and he almost slips over while weaving in between people on the street. Last thing he wants to do his get his fine clothes dirty.

When he arrives at the docks, he doesn’t spot the Irish boy straight away. There’s quite a crowd on the Greenwich docks today and it seems as if everyone has decided to be out. Haytham pushes and shoves through people to try and get a better look but, everywhere he goes there’s no sign of Shay nor Liam.

It begins to worry him. Last thing he wants is to get lost in a place like this. He must admit it isn’t entirely all that smart to come out here alone and he was hardly thinking. He blushes when he realizes all he was thinking of was Shay. He rubs a hand over his face, hoping to wash away the red.

Haytham grunts as he runs into a crate near the docks, his right arm now aching where the edges of the wood dug in. He rubs it as he glares at the crate, swearing it off in his head. But in the midst of his frustration, an idea comes along. He can get a better view from up there. With a huff, he pulls himself up on the crate and is looking about the docks from a new found height. Up here, he can see everyone. What they’re doing, who they’re talking with and much more.

He spots Liam first. Next to a small, docked ship that looks a bit battered around the edges. His bald head tall over others. Hard to miss such a man like him. If Liam is there, then Shay should be as well.

Haytham hops off the crate and begins pushing his way towards the direction of Liam. He just hopes that he doesn’t move on and such.

Yet, the closer Haytham gets, the louder yelling becomes.

“I TOLD YOU TO KEEP OFF OUR SIDE OF THE DOCK!” Liam bellows out.

“This ain’t your dock, O’Brien!” Another man shouts back.

“I know it ain’t mine but you’re interrupting our flow of traffic here!” The young irish man seethes back, his voice raising with each word.

“Bah! We are merely using the dock as it’s intended to,” the other man exclaims as he gestures up and down the walkway with two hands. “We can dock our ship here because we paid for it!”

Liam swings and lands the first punch. The sound of fist striking jaw is loud enough that it has Haytham’s own jaw hurting. Then, chaos reigns. Men shout, more fists are thrown.

Haytham becomes caught in the middle of it as both sides of this fight come head on. The boy is pushed aside to the edge of the dock. His foot slips and he nearly falls ass over head. He flails his arms about like some blabbering chicken when someone grabs the front of his vest.

Shay holds onto with both hands, straining as he has to use his entire body weight to hold Haytham up. It always feels like this Irish boy pops out of nowhere. Haytham laughs out a smile as Shay gives a strained one back. It’s a balancing act and Haytham doesn’t know how much longer Shay can keep this up.

“What are you doing here?” Shay wheezes out.

“I came to find you,” Haytham says truthfully.

Shay’s eyes widen something soft, his ears turning a bright red. He tries to pull Haytham up, but from behind a sailor is pushed their way. The sailor knocks into Shay, tipping the balancing act and sending both boys into the drink. Shay lands on Haytham heavily in the water, his elbow digging into his hip.

Haytham gasps to the surface and Shay follows too long after. The fighting ensues up on the dock and Haytham can’t help but laugh. What on earth was Liam thinking. He looks to Shay who has the widest grin on his face. His hair sticks to his face, showing just how long it is.

“What was going on?” Haytham asks.

Shay flicks his hair from his face with a small grunt. “I’ll tell you when we get out.” He looks up to the dock. “And I guess once they’ve all settled down.”

“Okay,” Haytham nods as he begins swimming.

Once out of the water, soaking wet and dripping all over the docks, the boys watch from a far as red coats break up the fighting. Some red coats get punched in the process and dragged into the fight. A gun shot rings out, a bullet being fired into the air and the chaos stops. Men flee that aren’t in cuffs and some even dive into the water and begin swimming away.

On a dock across from the fighting, Haytham and Shay sit on the edge, dangling their feet over the water. Liam is nowhere to be seen within the crowd as sailors are arrested for public disturbance and violence on the street. He must of run off somewhere. Lucky bastard.

“So, why was Liam fighting?” Haytham asks without taking his eyes off the crowd.

Shay wrings his shirt of water the best he can as he answers back, “Liam’s father, good man… I think. His crew like to pick fights for the crew that shares that dock. British. But like, stupid British if you get my meaning.”

Haytham nods, not being offended at the slightest.

“I don’t see the fuss in it all when they can just move out of each other’s way. But Liam has become caught in the middle and for some reason, he shares the same hatred towards the other’s crew.”

“Oh. It’s a, ‘oh you hate him so I must hate him as well, even though I don’t know why,’ type of thing,” Haytham mocks.

Shay chuckles brightly, “Yeah!”

This has a laugh from Haytham has well. Something so innocent. But, after a few passing moments, Haytham groans into his hands.

“I can’t go home like this,” the British boy grumbles.

So much for his clothes.

“Like what?” Shay asks a little oblivious.

Haytham stands as he gestures to himself. “Like this. A soaked rat!”

Shay looks the other up and down with a little, “Ooh.”

“Can’t you sneak in?” Shay asks with a cocked eyebrow.

Haytham only shakes his head. “I won’t make it as far as the front desk.”

“What if, I try?” The irishboy grins from ear to ear.

He stands up as well as he pushes his long shaggy locks out of his face. Haytham only stares at him with furrowed brows. He doesn’t think that would work.

“You?” Haytham asks.

Shay nods. “I’m the sneakiest boy you’ve ever known!”

“I don’t know many people.”

Shay slaps his chest with a loud, “Exactly!”

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ars0nism · 2 years

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thinking about that one haytham character study/au i wrote where it, to this day, feels like i got possessed by the spirit of this fictional man while writing it

#i usually dont claim to know a character better than everyone else but i know haytham kenway better than anything else #basically its an au where shay stayed and they saved ziio's village bc fuck you ubisoft for killing off ziio #but yeah he meets young connor.#and i took SO MUCH of the introspection from the forsaken novel #the thing with haytham is that its a thin line between overly angsty and not enough??#he recognizes the injustices done to him. comes so close to admitting hes on the wrong side of history. but he does believe in the templars #granted its been half a year so i dont remember THAT clearly #but just. all about him is so #his mother was so horrified by what he did. his father died when he was so young all those 'when youre older' promises dying with him #HIM BEING THE ONE WHO SAVES CONNOR FROM BEING HANGED BECAUSE THE ASSASSINS FAILED #INDIRECTLY CAUSING HTE DOWNFALL OF THE AMERICAN RITE AND HIS OWN FUCKINGERDGFJ DEATH #god remember when assassins creed characters were still interesting #it took me well over a minute to remember the valhalla antagonists #mostly because they were A. completely irrelevant for 90% of the game or B. fucking annoying and nothing else #personally the only reason i stuck around in valhalla for that long was because it let me have gay sex #was the story engaging? rarely! was the side content good? sometimes!#im not even a nostalgia rose tinted glasses loser my first ac was odyssey #honestly i think haytham might be where the morally questionable mentally ill dads who love their kids but suck at parenting thing started #like for me. my affection for those specific characters #haytham is the blueprint. for better or for worse

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teecupangel · 8 months

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Normally, Desmond is sent back in time to mess with things.

But what if it wasn't him?

Like, maybe Desmond couldn't go back in time himself but he could, in the split second he touched the apple, send someone else.

What if one of his ancestors went back in time? (Upon their deaths or something.)

I imagine a young Altair (who might be using a fake name) running around Italy with a tired Ezio following like a worried mother hen. (No, Claudia, he is not hovering he is just concerned) He ends up taking Altair under his wing (No, Claudia, it is not adoption.)

Or maybe Altair ends up in Bayek's time, Oh! Or Connor in Ezio's time. (Edward and Ezio would either get along badly or be too powerful if they were together in the same time period.)

These boys ruin the timeline and somehow save the world/future by simply stumbling through everything with no clue what's going on. and of course the power of friendship and really sharp blades.

Desmond and Clay are laughing their asses off in the afterlife as their ancestors destroy centuries worth of carefully calculated plans. (They might also manipulate things a little to help.)

And the time traveling ancestors for the most part, are doing the best they can in their current situation.

They are freaking the fuck out the whole time but are excellent at hiding it.

Poor Ezio.

(No, Altair, you can't kill that person because that have information we need, yes, I'm sure, Claudia don't encourage him.)

Well… How about we add some… ‘order’ to the chaos?

Desmond only had a fraction of a second to send his ancestor back in time.

And he hesitated.

He didn’t know which one to send.

Should it be Altaïr? Altaïr always felt like he would find out what to do even if he was given only minimal clues.

But Ezio was his prophet, the one he had been with the longest…

Ratonhnhaké:ton though… he deserves answers. He deserves the truth.

And when he woke up…

In that endless sea of gray…

The first word he heard were…

“’Morning. Which fucked up timeline do you want to hear first?”

Desmond sat and blinked as Clay stood before him, arms crossed with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Uuuhh…”

“Do you want to hear about how Edward Kenway managed to save his grandson and his grandson’s mother from the fires that should have killed her?” Clay asked before adding, “Oh… and he’s learned that his son’s a Templar by the way. At least, one of his old friends believe he’s actually Edward Kenway. If you think the Kenway Family Drama is bad when you were reliving Connor’s memories, then you gotta see the top tier drama that’s happening with Edward and Haytham right now.”

“Or maybe you want to hear about how Connor got kicked into Ezio’s time? He has no idea what’s happening but he got appointed as Federico’s combat instructor. He knows jackshit, by the way, about the tragedy that’s about to happen but, hey, at least Giovanni believes he’s an Assassin from another country or something. Oh.” Clay rubbed his chin as he added, “Connor doesn’t like how close Giovanni is with the Medici by the way. Lorenzo reminds him a bit of Washington or maybe he’s projecting, who knows?”

“Maybe you’ll like to know how your dear prophet is doing? Well, he’s doing badly in preserving the damn timeline that’s for sure. Let’s see… he got in touch with Alamut and managed to bluff his way into making them believe he’s the mentor of a destroyed Assassin branch from the crusader lands, he got the mentor’s permission to make his own branch in Levant, made a deal with said mentor to become a thorn in Al Mualim’s side and find out what he’s hiding, adopted Altaïr and even went as far as adopt Abbas because he believed he could ‘change’ things.” Clay was quiet for a moment before he added, “Oh and his branch is in the underground temple in Jerusalem so he has the Apple with him already.”

“Then there’s Altaïr.” Clay said with such… annoyance Desmond was actually afraid of what Altaïr had done. Clay rubbed the side of his forehead as he started, “See, they can only be transported into what counts as their past so we can’t have something like Altaïr being pushed into his future in Ezio’s time or something. And, since your only instruction to the Moraes was to ‘change the past’, they had to improvise with Altaïr considering he’s more or less the starting point. They had to pick another one of your ancestors who was important to your past and this world’s future so…”

“Altaïr’s been sent to the time of the Isu-Human war and his knowledge of the POEs and getting unconstrained access to the POEs at their full power… well… let’s just say…” Clay’s tone was drier than the desert as he said, “The Isus didn’t know what hit them.”

Desmond could only stare at Clay as he said.

“Soooo… which one do you want to contact first as their ‘patron’?”

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peridot-tears · 1 month

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Mind sharing some Ezio, Ziio, Shay and Edward Hcs?

Sofia and Claudia got along like sisters (idk I think this might actually be canon).

Ezio encouraged Flavia to be spirited and curious, and sees himself in her and the way she takes care of Marcello. If Ezio had lived to see her to adulthood, he would have been protective but let her choose her own husband.

Ezio wanted to keep his Assassin activities a secret from his children. After he died, Claudia took them in and trained them herself the way their Uncle Mario did for them.

Ziio and Oiá:ner's interactions became stilted after the birth of Ratohnhaké:ton. There was no doubt that the love was there, but Oiá:ner could not quite look at her the same again, and she had to busy herself with finding someone else to groom as successor. They were finally warming up to each other again just a year or so before Ziio died.

Oiá:ner put full trust into Ratohnhaké:ton and his decision-making going forward because she didn't want to drive a wedge between herself and her grandson the way she did with Ziio. And it was the hardest thing she ever had to do.

Modern-day Ziio would have been a leader in the stand-offs against the Canadian government and localities like the Kanehsatà:ke Resistance, which her voice actor Tiio Horn was actually in. My headcanon Ziio has a lot of Tiio Horn's traits, mostly because Tiio Horn's sass that I see in her social media comes through a lot in her voice acting for Ziio.

Ratohnhaké:ton's a BEAST at lacrosse. Man moves like WATER.

Shay died peacefully in a manner similar to Ezio's -- in a garden, watching his family.

Shay most definitely was the black sheep amongst the Templars -- not just because a traitor gets no trust from any side, but because he's Irish and many other Templars were Englishmen who were racist against him. Adéwalé called him Haytham's hunting dog, but the Templars thought the same of him.

Because of this, Shay was that high-achieving Templar the others resented, because they hated the idea of being outdone by someone they felt was lesser. They kept their distance from each other, and his friends in the Order were kept in a tight circle -- Jack Weeks, Gist, and Haytham.

That's also why Cudgel was so fiercely proud of his grandfather later on too -- despite the racism, he was more Templar than any of them.

Also, Lil Cudge seems to me like that kind of guy who in modern day would insist that the Irish were slaves. He seems to me like someone who's very loyal, but but blindly so, and someone who doesn't question tradition.

Edward wanted to raise Haytham as English as possible, but he'd occasionally slip up and curse in Welsh at times. Haytham would grow up with only vague memories of the Welsh part of his heritage.

Edward was a rambunctious lil youngster who didn't need any dogs to herd the sheep. The wolves were scared of HIM lol.

Edward's relationship with Jenny haunts my dreams. What happened in the years between her and Haytham's birth. The people need to know.

I wrote a whole other word vomit post expressing my guess that he didn't want her to get involved in the Assassin world because he wanted to protect his last memory of Caroline. He believed in being honest with your child, so she knew everything about his activities. But given that Caroline had already been disowned because of him and even now that he was a new money gentleman, he was a social pariah because of his pirate past, he wanted Jenny to live a noblewoman's life -- marry a man of good social standing and be a good wife. And although she protested, he always thought he knew what was best for her.

If Jenny knew about her brother's child and ever met him, she honestly would've adored him. Such a polite, well-loved young man. She would've been relieved that he was raised right by his mother's side, away from the Kenway drama. Thank God all he had in common with her side of the family was blood, but if she could have chosen to be blood with any remaining relative of hers, it would have been him.

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demigoddessqueens · 6 months

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I totally think that Haytham is one of those fathers who (say if he had a daughter) catches her sneaking out of her room via the window one night and he just stands there outside her window and says "Where are you off to, young lady?" and he eventually realises that she's out to see a boy and he scoffs and goes on a wild rant about how "young boys are idiots" instead of getting mad at her. He would rather annoy his daughter with his infuriating lectures instead of getting angry 😂

This is genius! 😆 because he would just go off in the most eloquent rant ever and she’s sitting there listening (against her will) with the thousand yard stare

But that reverse psychology is just working like a charm

“You’re so much better than them, none are worthy of your skills or intellect, bless their naive little hearts, you actually have a future…”

Until she’s just done and is all exasperated, rolling her eyes like, “alright fine! I’ll stay grounded and stay home!”

Meanwhile papa Kenway is like “…..works like a charm every time….”

#inbox asks #haytham kenway #haytham #assassin's creed #assassin’s creed iii #assassin’s creed rogue #ac rogue #headcanons

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schmude · 2 years

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Young Haytham Kenway based on his Templar training days

#digital art #art #fanart #illustration #comics #assassins #assassins creed rogue #assassin's creed #haytham kenway #templar #adrian hough #ubisoft #video games #video game fanart

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requiescat-in-pace-bastardo · 8 months

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Codextober Day 5: Myth

A/N: Late again because I'm still sick, but I'm gonna catch up today, so enjoy getting 3 pieces.

It was a stormy night on the Caribbean. It was foggy and cold. Edward Kenway was sailing alone after the loss of his crew. He was staring at the sea. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Get to bed, Kenway. Ye gonna catch ye death here." A caring voice spoke. Edward froze. He knew the voice. It was an echo of the past.

"Kidd? But... you're dead." Edward said. The pirate woman laughed.

"Aye, but ye know that the dead are never truly gone. There's mystery that we can't comprehend." Kidd explained. "Davy Jones doesn't run a tight ship. He lets us scoundrels roam sometimes."

"Ah. Well if there were any pirate to find a way around Davy Jones, it'd be you. Are the others with you? Jack and Edward? What about Anne?" He questioned. Anne's fate had been a mystery. Last he knew she had escaped her cell and was never found. Kidd grinned.

"Bonney is alive and kicking. She ran off to the sea and found a port to settle in. She's raising her and Jack's young one. That kid looks like the spitting image of their dad." She revealed. She laughed as she thought about where Anne was now. "Never thought I'd see Anney be a mother, but it suits her well."

"Aye. She's always been a lovin' soul. Though I fear for anyone who messes with the former queen of the seas. I have my own boy, Haytham. He's a polite lad. Definitely not the pirate type, but he may one day make a fine Assassin if he chooses that path." Edward stated. He smiled at the thought of his boy. "It's odd. I never thought I'd be over the loss of my crew. I'm still not. Yet I find myself thinking less of the past each day and more the future. I want to see what my boy becomes. I want to see what I become. Is there more to me than piracy? Will I ever be free of these ghosts?"

Kidd smiled. "That's why I'm here, ye fool. To give ye a goodbye. We want ye to see us before we depart. We want ye to be able to have one last merry round with your crew." Kidd explained.

As soon as Kidd said that the deck was filled with ghosts of those that had been lost. Edward recognize and loved every one of the spirits he saw that night. He spent the night deciding to focus on the past once more. He let himself be consumed by the legends and the myths of the sea. That night was spent with Edward Kenway dancing with his ghosts.

#assassin's creed #codextober #edward kenway #ac black flag

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fromashesweriseuphiddenones · 17 days

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Day Four

So taking a moment to pivot away from a narrative and introduce the cast of this AU. I didn't do that persay for the Desmond's Birthday Month AU story, but I did do a post on what each of the cast was called by Des' adopted sons.

Major Characters

Kayana Al-Naar: Desmond's Mother. She is the last deceantant of Altaïr ibn-La'Ahad before Desmond is born. She is a healer, a scholar and and overall badass of an assassin. She fell for Haytham Kenway because he was someone she trusted.

Haytham Kenway: Desmond's father in this AU. He is still a Templar but doesn't associate with Abestrgo because he feels they are doing what the assassins did in the 9-12 centuries and are open about what they are doing. Even if it isn't true he can not stomach kidnapping and experimentation on unwilling subjects.

Desmond "Darius" Kenway: son of Kayana and Haytham, he is still the "chosen one" but he only has Altaïr ibn-La'Ahad and Ezio Auditore da Frenze as his ancestors which is bound to make things intriguing in the end.

Shay Patrick Cormac: A young man who is also a Templar who becomes Desmond's friend and lover once he leaves the farm. This guy is his greatest rock.

William Miles: the global mentor and an asshole to say the least. He will stop at nothing to further his cult. Yes it's a cult he is leading at the farm.

Clay Kazmarek: Subject 16 who actually holds on this time and is able to be rescued from Abestrgo when Shay comes to rescue Desmond. After some rehab from the torture, Clay devotes him self to the Templar cause.

Edward James Kenway: Haytham's Jack of all trades father, who has surprisingly settled on being a Templar like his son. He's always been supportive of him and both his grandsons Connor and Desmond. Though Desmond really enjoys spending time with him and his wife Tessa.

Connor Kenway: Son of Ziio and Haytham. Desmond's older half brother he has stayed the course as an assassin however he still loves his father and grandfather despite them remaining as Templars.

Charles Lee: this crazy psychopath is somehow Haytham's most trusted man? Regardless he's useful though he has to be reminded to keep his hands off Desmond and Conner lest Haytham himself drives his blade through his throat.

Christopher Gist: okay admittedly he's a new character for me to be playing with but I included him as a major Character cause he knows Shay and is pretty close with him. Being friends with him and later on Desmond.

Minor characters:

Not so much individual characters listed but the Rites they belong to.

American Rite: the remaining members of the Colonial Rite of AC3. Plus any new faces, like Clay Kazmarek.

Italian Rite: the Templars of Ezio's Era. This is divided into three regions.

Florence Regional Rite: Ulberto, The Pazzi, and anyone Ezio killed in or around Florence.

Venice Regional Rite: any Templars Ezio killed in Venice or in Forli such as the Orsi Brothers.

Rome Regional Rite: Rodrigo Borgia, Cesere Borgia, the other Borgia, and other Templars Ezio killed while in Rome.

The French Rite: Mainly Fransoue De' Sare's Rite but there is a sub rite stationed in Lavent.

Lavant Regional Rite: Robert De Sable and his Templars. They work with another local rite.

Istanbul Rite: the Templars of AC Revelations.

The Rite of Raiders: This is a modern catch all considering that there are so far two regional rites involved here.

Norway Rite: Kjotve the Cruel and the Order of the Ancients in Norway, England and a little bit of New York.

High seas Rite: pirates, privateers and other sea worthy scoundrels that were Templars.

Levant Brotherhood: Altaïr ibn-La'Ahad and others of his era, along with assisting Roshan ibm-La'Ahad of Alamut, Yusuf Tazim of Istanbul, and reaching as far south as Bayek and Aya in Alexandria.

Italian Brotherhood: Ezio Auditore and other assassins covering the same three regions as the Templars with the addition of Montriggorni. The Templars have asked to use Montriggorni as neutral ground when meeting with the assassins.

So where do certain other characters fit? Leave me an Ask and I will answer. Maybe even give you a bio for this AU.

#assassin's creed #writing #desmond miles #assassin's creed 2 #assassins creed #assassins creed rogue #ac #gaming #art #other ac characters #change the course #assassins creed 3 #other assassins creed games #assassins and templars

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missy235 · 9 months

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Another little Haytham stuff:

"Come on darling, you promised the kids!" Tenderly, Elena touched the shoulder of the Templar Grandmaster, who made no move to get up on his day off.

"How about we spend some time together first," Haytham whispered with an amused smile on his lips and effortlessly pulled the petite black-haired girl into bed. With playful protest, she slapped her husband's muscular chest.

"Yet again ?"

Her lips touched his, demanding, the sweet taste of last night hadn't left his lips yet. Her hand ran deeper over his pronounced abdominal muscles - deeper. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips.

"Oh Elena....."

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"Haytham???"

"Thank God you woke up - we were worried!" With a slightly sore head and a little dazed, Haytham met the green eyes of the person who haunted his dreams straight away.

"What...?"

"You fell down with your horse - it looked really horrible!" Carefully, Young Birch brushed a strand of hair out of his face.

"I was told that you called me in your fever dream...?"

A little embarrassed, young Kenway looked away. Jesus Christ, what was that dream? "That can be possible."

"Anyway, it's very pleasant to wake up and see your pretty face first."

#haytham kenway x reader #haytham kenway #love him #assassin's creed #fanfic

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gococogo · 8 months

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Childlike Innocence | Shaytham | Pt. 1

Pt.2

「Synopsis」 : No older than sixteen, Haytham Kenway is dragged along to America for the first time. Somewhere other than boring old London. But Birch has him on a tight leash with wanting him by his side all the time.

And at such a young age, Haytham's curiosity has not been tamed yet. So he wonders off wanting to take in the new things. And a new thing is a young boy he runs into that calls himself, Shay.

「Word count」 : 1.4K

Genre: Coming of Age/Young Love

Paring: Shay Cormac/Haytham Kenway

Notes: I've changed Haytham's and Shay's age to only being a year apart for the sake of the story. Enjoy!

Hearing about Shay had brought on something familiar. Yet it wasn’t until he saw him in person that an itch came about that wouldn’t go away. A memory there that couldn’t be reached. Maybe it was something he had pushed down so he wouldn’t think of it too much. He didn’t ask Shay anything of it though. Not wanting to detour the man from the task at hand.

But he finds himself walking along a street in New York that he shouldn’t know, yet his second nature does. He hasn’t spent a lot of time in New York since he came to America, mostly keeping his business in Boston. Sending others he trusts to do business in New York. Yet it seems day by day that he has to trek out here to finish what other could not.

But his walk, it brings him to the closed theatre. Boarded and nailed shut. The paint peeling and flaking off the old rotting boards underneath. It isn’t what Haytham remembers it as.

It was Haytham’s first time visiting America. Or visiting anywhere other than London in the six years since his father has passed. He’s just coming of age, yet at the same time it still feels like he’s still being treated a child. Shadowed away and only told things when needed. Birch, the man to bring him along to the new world, is one to keep him close to his side. Making sure that he knows where Haytham is at all times type of thing. But he does it because it’s the right thing to do. Haytham knows he does it because he wants the young man to be the best of himself he can be. Even thought sometimes that can be very hard.

Even though Haytham knows it’s not exactly normal. He knows what other families look like. He’s well aware of how a family is meant to act and treat each other. But once realizing that he doesn’t live a normal life when he was young allowed him to step forward. Does he wish for a normal life sometimes?

Yes. Yes, he does find himself wanting to play like the other kids. Go to balls with the other large families. Or talk with the other boys about the girls across the road. Or… Other things that normal British boys do. He wouldn’t exactly know because he’s being dragged across the world to America for business.

Maybe that’s what other boys do but… this isn’t just another business trip a father brings their boy along for. This is bringing Haytham along to make sure he doesn’t cause trouble in London. To make sure that his training isn’t diverged by someone or something. Strictly business. Nothing more.

Unlike London though, New York is nothing like home. Everything is new yet… not at the same time. The buildings seem to be all half assed and there are red coats everywhere Haytham looks. The carriage that transports Birch and himself knocks and sways on the rough New York road. Nothing like the smooth brick laid streets back home.

Haytham sits with his hands on his knees, his eyes glued to the outside of the carriage. His mind is elsewhere and he doesn’t pay any attention to his legal guardian sitting across from him. Birch watches Haytham with a frown upon his brow and mouth.

“What do you think of New York so far?” Birch suddenly asks.

Haytham’s head snaps towards him, eyes wide. He didn’t hear a single word Birch just said. He repeats himself as the boy composes himself.

“Um, it’s-“

“Don’t say um. It’s improper,” Birch snaps.

“It’s different,” Haytham replies surely this time.

“How so?”

The boy glances out the window again, as if having to have another look to compare it to back home. Birch thinks he’s going to be lost in thought again but he comes back.

He turns to Birch with an answer, blue eyes wide with eagerness. He explains truthfully as to what he thought in his head mere moments before.

Birch huffs at that and takes a look outside for himself. A child’s mind truly does see more than the average adult.

The carriage suddenly stops, and the driver calls out to them that they’re here. The door is opened for them by one of their personal guards and kicks out the step for them. Haytham exits first with Birch close behind. The boy wears a blue suit with a white undershirt that frills out on his chest. His short black hair is tied back into a small ponytail but despite the best efforts of the maids, bits and pieces still fall around his face.

Birch’s men begin unloading the carriage of their luggage and bags. They’ll be staying here for a minimum of three months, maximum of four. Birch hasn’t really told Haytham why they’re here but that it’s all for business. He is aware of Birch’s affiliations and what he does, but Haytham does not yet know the full extent of it. He wishes to help, but Birch says he’s much too young to deal with anything just yet. Another year.

Haytham follows Birch’s men inside out curiosity, leaving Birch outside to speak with the owner of the hotel. He seems like a sweet old man but Haytham wouldn’t have any patients for him.

The inside of the motel is… how would one put it? A little run down. It doesn’t look any better from the outside. It isn’t the best but Haytham has to remind himself that he isn’t in London anymore where pride for establishments is a grand thing. It seems like the same pride does not reside here.

Laughter catches Haytham’s attention and almost without thinking, he wonders off towards the sound. He does think though, he thinks of, if he gets caught by Birch he’s going to be in for it. The laughter takes him to the back of the motel where a small foyer lays. Almost like a waiting area that leads out to the back of the motel.

Two boys, around Haytham’s age if not a bit younger, come running through the back door and into the foyer. The two of them look middle class but just barely. Their clothes plain and beige with some patchwork done to repair them. They laugh and giggle as the ginger of the two hides behind one of the couches. The blonde chases after him, hitting his shoulder.

Haytham blinks in confusion as all the ginger does is laugh louder at being hit and not wallow and cry on the ground. The ginger stands up and his bright eyes meet Haytham’s.

“Oh! Are you staying here?” He asks Haytham with a smile.

Little Haytham feels his mouth go dry. He just stares as the two come over to them so confidently. Without fear or hesitance. He’s lost for words, his own shyness getting the best of him.

“Yes,” he finally answers softly.

“Are you a Brit!?” The blonde asks loudly.

At this, Haytham nods.

“That’s cool! Travelled all the way here on a ship!” The ginger laughs. “Wanna play with us?” He asks, but he doesn’t wait for poor Haytham to reply before batting him on the arm.

Haytham brings his arm to his chest and looks to the boys in utter confusion. And because he doesn’t know what’s going on, he feels stupid, and his throat only constricts even further.

“Do brits not know tag?” The blonde asks sourly.

Before Haytham can reply, he’s yanked back furiously with a hand on his arm. With such force he’s surprised he didn’t get whiplashed. Birch gets between him and the two boys who back off quickly, eyes going wide with fear. Birch is a tall man with an ugly scowl, even Haytham can admit that. He’s just use to it, but anyone that doesn’t, well. The boys are showing a great example of how mean he looks.

“Did they touch you, Haytham?” Birch asks firmly.

Haytham looks to the boys, his heart beating loudly in his ears. He looks up to Birch and shakes his head.

“No, sir,” he replies back.

Seemingly satisfied, Birch faces the two boys again. “Be off with you lot,” he snaps.

The boys don’t hesitate any longer, running back off into the garden with their tails tucked between their legs. Birch seems to huff at that. Haytham tries to wiggle out of Birch’s firm grip but it only tightens. He pulls Haytham around to face him, kneeling down so their nose to nose.

“I don’t want you wondering off while we’re here. It’s not like London,” Birch speaks firmly, in that voice that means he wants it his way or no way. “Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

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serotonincemetery · 1 year

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Haytham Kenway x Reader

You an Haytham have been in the Templar Order for as long as you both can remember, both you and him remember being young, around 10 or 11 and being broken into the Order. You remember Haytham being broken into this. His father had been killed in the Kenway mansion, and yours were killed in a hurricane. You basically and literally grew up together at a young age. You two had a lot in common, no parents, older siblings, were the troublemakers in the family. And when the time came to kill the old Templar grandmaster. You held him down while Haytham killed him. Both of your minds were two halves of a whole, whatever you thought, he did too.

It broke your heart when you found out he had a lover and a child a few years back and he didn't tell you until he had Ratonhnhaké:ton come into the Order's base. You didn't talk to him for about a month, he had known when you got upset because he felt your heartbreak for some reason. He got angry after a while of you ignoring him and cornered you and demanded you tell him what he did to make you upset. You lied at first and he knew you were lying. You told another lie but this one was more convincing and he believed you.

You knew he loved the mohawk woman so you didn't interfere. You had lived with a broken heart for years until Ratonhnhaké:ton didn't come in for a while and Haytham no longer talked about Ziio. You had wondered what happened but you didn't get told anything. You were never to question, you got your orders and never questioned.

Back to the present, you and Haytham were sent on a mission to get rid of (E/N). You and him were standing above the church scouting out where your targets of information were. Haytham found them and pointed them out and turned and jumped off the building. Both of you parted ways to gather information. You stayed on top of the church for god knows how long. You were thinking about how to approach the targets, the first is a lumberjack has a history of being violent so you should be cautious. The second is a tavernwoman, she is known to carry weapons.

You think this over and decide you should go see the lumberjack first, you walk to the outskirts of Boston and start looking, now you don't have Eagle Vision like Haytham but you have a different 6th sense. It guides you to your goals like a little small blue trail on the ground. You follow the trail up to a brick house a little ways away from Boston. You walk up to the front door and knock. There's no sound or movement. You knock again. No answer. "Hello?" You ask. Still no answer. "I'm coming in!" You shout as you try to open the door, surprisingly it's open, the moment you open the door, the Lumberjack lunges at you with an axe over his head ready to attack.

You jump back and immediately go in defence mode. He swung at you again and you immediately dived into a roll behind him and kicked the back of his knee. He yelped in pain and quickly turned around to face you. "I just want some information!" You said quickly.

"I ain't givin' any!" He shouted as he swung at you again, you rolled your head to the side quickly enough, as the ace was lodged in the wood right where your head was a split second ago.

You kicked his chin as hard as you could, you heard a small crack. He let go of his axe and went to hold his chin, blood dribbled down to his chin, You must've broken a tooth or two. You immediately rolled up and dusted yourself off before you put your arms behind your back, mimicking Haytham to hopefully seem more intimidating.

"Are you ready to talk yet?" You asked in a pompous voice, trying to mimic Haytham again. The Lumberjack spit at your shoes, "I will take that as a no" You sighed before walking up to him and grabbing the scruff of his shirt and hauled him up and shoved him into the wall. "What about now?" You ask again. He curses at you, you sigh. "I wish it didn't have to come to this" You say before grabbing his hair and bashing his head into the wall a few times. You then haul him back up again and let your hidden blade slide out of the bracer and put the cold metal against his neck. "How about you tell me what you know before your usefulness thins and I get rid of you permanently." You say threateningly.

"Okay, okay, fine, only because you have a strong kick." He sighed as he spat out blood. "I know (he/she/they) are a redcoat, (he/she/they) are/is higher up the laddr' you need access to the barracks" He coughed. You smiled in satisfactory and pulled out a handkerchief and hand it to him. You retract your blade and dust off your clothes.

"Now that wasn't so hard now was it?" You say with a sickly sweet smile. "Now for the tavernwoman" You mumble as you walk out. Little did you know, the Lumberjack heard you. Once you left he immediately left and took his horse to the tavern to get there before you.

You gently opened the door and immediately froze. There was a double-barrel shotgun put to your forehead. You sighed and put your hands up behind your head. The Lumberjack, who is now all bandaged up, pushed you in the tavern, you stumbled but he held you up with an iron grip. "Now I heard of what you did to my friend 'ere" She hissed. "The jaw shot was a low move, now I know what you're here for, just letting you know now, you ain't getting what you're looking for." She said sternly.

"I am very persuasive" You said calmly. "How does gold sound?" You asked.

"I don't need gold that bad, try again." She huffed as she hit you in the top of the head with the butt of the shotgun. You gripped the top of your head as you fell to the floor.

"How about I settle your gambling debts?" You ask again. "How about I get you your children back? T-They were kidnapped right?" You asked. She faltered, you struck a nerve. "Me and my associates can get them back! Give me a few hours!" you pleaded as you sat up and held your hands in front of you in surrender.

"Three hours. You have three hours before we hunt you down and kill you." She said as she leaned on a table weakly. The Lumberjack walked over and pulled you up.

"Bring our children home ma'am, please, we will give you all the information you want to know" He said. It clicked in your head. They were a family, they were husband and wife. You nodded and ran out. You thought deeply of who and what you wanted to find, soon enough a small blue trail appeared before you.

You grabbed a horse and followed it. You followed it out of Boston, you followed it for over half an hour outside of Boston, it led you to a new-looking shack. You opened got off your horse and walked over to it and knocked you fixed your posture and put your hands behind your back, mimicking Haytham yet again. You see why he does this, it's fun!

The door was opened a few seconds later to reveal a teenage boy. You spoke. "Good day sir, I am (Y/N) (L/N) from Boston I am here to talk about two-" You were cut off by a door to the face. You looked confused. You knocked on the door again, no answer. Again, no answer. You sighed and walked around the house and found cellar doors. You opened them and walked in, you looked around and found very mundane things, crates, sacks of potatoes, flour.

You walked up the stairs and ended up into a kitchen you looked around and saw the teenage boy talking to two little kids, one boy, one girl. "Excuse me? You closed the door on me earlier, that wasn't very respectful." You said with a small head tilt.

"Get out!" The teenager yelled as he grabbed a cleaver and threw it at you. You stumbled out of the way. "I'm not giving them up! They are all I have left!" The teen shouted.

"What do you mean? Are they your siblings?" You ask. "What about your mother and father?" You ask again.

"They don't care about me! They gave me up to some order to train me for something!" He shouted. You froze.

"What was that order called?" You asked "Maybe I can make sure you don't go back there!" You said, inching closer.

"I-I don't know, they said one phrase" He explained. You thought carefully for your next question. You asked what they said and he started to try and remember what they said while you inched closer. "I think they said 'Nothing is True', I don't remember" He said looking back at you.

"Trust me, I am not with them, I won't take you back to them, I'm with the Templars. We go against the Assassins, we will make sure you are safe. But please, we need to take you back to your parents." You pleaded. He looked angry.

"No! I won't go back! My parents brought me to the Assassins because they didn't have the things to train me at home!" It clicked yet again. His parents were assassins. This could've been a trap! You were late to realize this because the door opened to reveal the Lumberjack and Tavernwoman. You look back at the children and they were smiling. You tense

"Shite." You mumble. "Look, I'm not going to harm anyone here if you let me leave, just let me walk out and no one will get hurt." You say, holding your arms in the air at your sides in surrender.

"You aren't going anywhere." The Lumberjack said. "Achilles will want to talk to you" He said grumpily.

"I am not going to tell any of you anything! I would rather die!" You shout before thinking. You pause. "W-Wait I didn't mean it like that." You stuttered before the Tavernwoman walked over and hit you over the head with the butt of her shotgun. You blacked out.

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You wake up with bruises and blood littering your body. You look around and go to speak to see if anyone can hear you. You couldn't speak. It hurt your throat. You quickly came to the conclusion that you had been screaming. You put the pieces together and realize what went on. You sigh and go to sit up but you are in pain.

You didn't know how long you had been laying there. Hopefully Haytham was alright, you weren't one to wish for a knight in shining armour but at the moment, you are right now. You are in so much pain, you are dehydrated from crying. You are just plain and simply tired.

You wished for Haytham to find you. Or even Shay, maybe Charles (Lee). God you wouldn't complain if Thomas (Hickey) found you. You just wanted out.

You were about to fall back into the sweet world of unconsciousness when banging on the front door startled you. You tried to get up but yet again were unable to. Your muscles had tensed up from lack of use. You sighed and tried again and would've cried out in pain, but you still couldn't use your voice. You kept trying to call out and only got out small hushed words.

You soon enough gave up and almost let the darkness consume your vision but multiple gunshots made you aware of what had gone on. You jolted when the door to the cellar opened and two sets of footsteps had followed. "Oh (Y/N), what have you gotten yourself into?" A very pompous voice said. Haytham.

You felt two arms pick you up gently. You opened your eyes and was met with a navy blue suit. You knew it was Haytham, as soon as you heard the footsteps you knew it was him. You mumbled out his name in relief with a sigh. You barely shifted and leaned against him.

"I knew I should have sent Charles with you" He sighed. "Just hang in there and we will get you help." You mumbled an 'mhm' and just relaxed. You felt safe. Haytham kissed your forehead. You opened your eyes and looked at him and smiled. He smiled back and walked out of the shack and over to his and everyone else's horses(yours not included). John (Pitcairn) was holding the reigns to your horse. Haytham handed you to Charles before getting up on his horse. Charles handed you back to Haytham. You got comfortable again as they rode back to Boston.

"Um, (Y/N), Grandmaster?" Hickey asked.

"Yes Thomas?" Haytham asked as you shifted to look at him.

"So we've all been talking.." He started. "Have both of you ever thought of courting?" Haytham looked confused and was about to say something but Thomas cut him off. " 'ear me out, Have both of you not seen the way you look at each other? And (Y/N), 'ave you not realized that 'aytham came to find you, the moment you didn't show up to where you were supposed to be meetn'? he lost it and started searchin'." Thomas explained. Haytham's cheeks dusted pink in embarrassment. Your cheeks went red. "And Haytham, have you not realized (Y/N) has been pining over you for years since we've all been togethr' guaranteed even longr'" Thomas said.

Your face was red, redder than before. "Continue on men, we shall catch up soon enough." Haytham said as the guys snickered and continued on on horse. Once they were out of earshot. Haytham looked down at your red face. "Is this true (Y/N)?" he asked.

You didn't answer, nor look at him. He sighed and made you look at him. His strikingly blueish silver eyes looked into your gentle (E/C) ones. You noticed his face get closer and closer to yours.

You felt his rough chapped lips on your swollen ones. He kissed you gently and passionately. You kissed back and barely moved your arms to gently grip the front of his one-shoulder cape.

He pulled away and chuckled. "Come on, love." He said as he put some pressure on the horse's side and continued on the way to Boston. Both of you eventually caught up with the other Templars and they started to laugh and clap at seeing you cling to Haytham.

"Cough it up Charles." Thomas chuckled as Charles sighed and pulls out a coin purse and handed it to Thomas. You let out a weak chuckle and stay clung onto Haytham as you all ride back to Boston. This is definitely what a little wishing can do.

#serotonin.writes #assassins creed fanfic #assassins creed #fanfiction

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teecupangel · 5 months

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Okay what if Edward stated haunting the jackdaw after his death and some pieces of the jackdaw after its destruction was repurposed into the aquila

Yeah, that could work. All we know from the Jackdaw’s ‘death’ is that it sank in the West Indies (as seen in Freedom Cry where Adéwalé can get the figurehead) so it’s possible that Adéwalé could have told them where to find it. Although using parts from an already sunken and drenched ship would be dangerous so I would suggest that there’s something in Aquila that was once part of the Jackdaw. I would have suggested the helm but that’s already in Kenway mansion before it sunk and having the figurehead instead is kinda iffy (and absolutely not because I like the figurehead of the Aquila XD).

So how about the chest in the captain’s cabin instead?

Edward would start haunting the Jackdaw under the sea since the Jackdaw was sunk before his death and maybe he manages to whisper to the one diving to take the chest because he realized that’s what he was ‘connected’ to.

Why?

He has no idea.

His first guess would be because the Jackdaw’s pirate flag had been stored in the chest after they sailed for Bristol.

Maybe the lingering attachment Edward had for the pirate’s life is what is keeping him tethered to the ship.

Once Aquila is constructed, he begins to haunt it.

The crew of the Aquila believes he is a dead sailor or maybe even one of the men that Achilles had killed before.

Achilles never saw him though.

To be more exact, Edward couldn’t appear before him.

No matter what he does.

He always return in the cabin whenever he is about to enter Achilles’ line of sight.

No.

When he’s about to enter the line of sight of any Assassins.

He can’t even contact anyone else. The moment he tries to come near them, he’s back in the captain’s cabin once more.

If someone was in the captain’s cabin, it was like he was completely invisible.

And he could not do anything.

Can’t even try and leave a message for Adéwalé any time he boards the Aquila.

He can’t even throw anything to defuse his rage after hearing that Haytham, his own son, had become a Templar.

All he could do was watch the sea as his rage slowly subsided.

And what’s left is pain and love.

The pain of knowing his son chose a path he could not approve and the indestructible love he felt for him even as he walked a path Edward would never approve.

Maybe there was a reason.

Maybe Edward simply want there to be a reason…

He didn’t want to believe his son would willingly join the organization that killed him without a reason.

What about Jenny?

Was Jenny alright?

Was she… still alive?

How many years have passed?

Since that fateful day…

He finally saw Haytham once more.

And he heard of Adéwalé’s death.

And now, all he can do is watch as Haytham destroys the Brotherhood in the colonies, leaving Achilles in pain and limping as he ordered the Aquila to return home.

He haunts a rotting ship.

He haunts a dying ship.

He doesn’t know what has happened to Haytham.

He does not know what happened to Jenny.

Was this his punishment for not being a good husband to Caroline?

He tried to be a good husband to Tessa but he knew that would never remove the stain of his failure as Caroline’s husband.

Was this his punishment for not listening to Jenny? For trying to selfishly keep her safe by marrying her off to someone who could provide her with everything she would ever need?

Was this his punishment for teaching Haytham before he could even understand what it means to be part of the Brotherhood?

Was this his punishment for believing Birch?

Was this…

His own personal hell?

His punishment for living when his friends, his fellow pirates, all died…

Was he meant to haunt this dying ship until it finally sinks deep into the waters below?

Alone in this cold prison…

“Hello?”

Edward turned at the sound of a young man’s voice.

He was tall with clothes that reminded Edward of the few natives that would sometimes board the Aquila when Achilles still held fire in his eyes.

“Are you one of Mr. Faulkner’s men?” The boy asked curiously.

Edward looked around, wondering who the boy was talking to.

Until he remembered.

It was just him.

His head turned back to the boy quickly as he asked, “Can you… can you see me?”

The boy frowned as he replied in a questioning tone, confused by the question itself, “Yes?”

Edward’s eyes widened.

Someone could see him.

But why?

“What’s your name, lad?”

“Ratonhnhaké:ton.” The boy replied before pausing for a moment. His brows furrowed as he added, “You may call me Connor.”

“Connor.” Edward repeated. He knew the name.

It was the name of Achilles’ late son.

He wasn’t that boy.

Who was he?

Why could he see him?

“Hello, Connor. My name is Edward Kenway.”

The boy frowned as he asked, “Are you related to Haytham Kenway?”

“Yes.” Edward couldn’t stop the resignation in his tone as he admitted, “I’m… his father.”

The boy’s frown deepened as he said, “But you don’t look old enough to be his father.”

“I stopped aging when I died.” Edward explained, waving a hand on himself as he said, “I’m a ghost haunting that chest over there.”

“Oh.” The boy blinked and seemed to mull it over before he nodded as he said, “It’s nice to meet you then, grandfather.”

“Nice to me- wait what?”

#yeah i’m ending it there XD #no haytham can’t see him #i’m not that nice XD #assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #edward kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway

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freshstartfromscratch · 2 years

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A.S.S.A.S.S.I.N.S aka Roommates AU - Edward

Sup everyone! Since I'd rather write anything but my thesis, I'm adding Edward headcanons to my roommate's AU rant.

Edward aka the experienced one

So surprise! Edward is old. He's like 65.

Father of Jeniffer and Haytham Kenway but unlike them, he doesn't live in the UK. He has a small apartment on the same floor as the Bois.

It should go without saying but he's also Ratonhnhaké:ton's grandfather.

Edward is a retired assassin but surprisingly the assassin's lifestyle wasn't the most exciting part of his life. Back in the 1960s and 1970s, this dude was a roadie of all big shoot British rock bands. He used to tour with the Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, and Queen. This guy worked with all of them.

Young Edward lived a life of sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll. He was throwing TVs outside of the window, sleeping with groupies, and sniffing more coke than anyone can imagine. Yep. He was at the Woodstock festival too.

Besides famous musicians, what made young Edward's youth unforgettable were the other roadies. Unfortunately, most of them are gone now. After all these years he still remembers fondly all his mischievous friends (Tatch, Mary, Anne, Adelawe, Jack, Charles) and how they toured every venue in America.

He had both Jeniffer and Haytham very early and to be fair he wasn't ready to be a father. He tried but he didn't have the best relationship with his kids, especially his son. Haytham hated that his dad was away constantly and for what? parties and music?

That's why Haytham ended up as the complete opposite of his father. Edward feels guilty about it but also knows that he was a kid himself when his son was born.

When he got older and stopped touring with bands, he tried to be the father to his kids. Unfortunately, money got tight and their relationship was already stained. After getting hit with the news that many of his friends died tragically (accidents, overdoses, murders) Edward got depressed and even more distant from his children.

Yes. He's an alcoholic. He thought it'd be better for his children if he removed himself from their lives so he started working on ships. It kept him busy, sober, and away from his problems. He could go back to traveling around the world, almost like in his youth.

He sailed mostly in the West Indies for numerous British contractors, not all of them legal. That's how assassins found him. Mary to be more precise.

Initially, Edward rejected her help but she didn't give up. Unfortunately, it took her death for Edward to finally man up and do something with his life. Brotherhood help him quit his vices and gave him the purpose he was missing. He had fun all his life but felt empty, now things were about to change.

He was one of the most significant assassins of the 1980s and 1990s. Even though he was around 40 at that time. He strengthened the British Brotherhood and helped many assassins from the eastern block during the transformation period.

Edward moved to the US a few years after his grandson was born. Haytham moved back to England (because he had better job opportunities there), his relationship with Kaniehtí:io was pretty much non-existing at that time and the couple was in separation. Edward wanted to be there for his grandson and daughter-in-law so he moved to America to help. Connor was around 3-4 years old then.

Edward and Bayek used to work together and Bayek has a lot of respect for the older Assassin. Even though they are completely different. While in the US he also worked from time to time with the American branch of the Levantine Brotherhood, and he recalls two remarkable, young assassins from the 1980s - Umar Ibn-La'Ahad and Faheem Al-Sayf.

Edward also remembers all roommates that ever rented Bayek's apartment since the mid-1990s. Some of those Assassins are dead, some reached the range of Masters, and some even retired. Edward remembers them all when they were just young men still in training. He also remembers many of their private life dramas - school, work, relationships, and ofc parties.

Because of his presence in Connor's life, he has a way better relationship with his grandpa than with his dad. Kaniehtí:io also likes Edward, he helped her when money was tight, and he watched over Ratonhnhaké:ton when Ziio was working. Edward is also responsible for Connor's music taste because you bet he played classic rock music to his grandson. Overall he might have not been much of a father to Haytham but he was to Connor.

He helped him with school and taught him how to fight and stand up for what is right. It's because of Edward that Connor is an assassin.

Connor still visits his grandfather very often and asks him for advice. They hang out and have this wholesome bonding time over memories.

Nowadays Connor helps his grandpa, Edward is one tough motherfucker but even he isn't invincible.

After Connor moved in with the Bois, Edward became sort of a group grandpa. He saw a lot of shit, went through tough times, and can provide the young Assassins with advice and experience.

He might not run on the rooftops anymore but he still can use the hidden blade and many templars might be surprised by this old dog.

#assassin's creed #so many assassins #gaming #edward kenway #connor kenway #connor kenway imagine #edward kenway imagine #assassin's creed imagine #assassin's creed headcanons #roommates au

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 10 months

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Dick Grayson is Desmond miles

by Elvis_de_Eston As the title says it yes Dick Grayson is Desmond miles Words: 313, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Young Justice - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Green Lantern, Black Canary (DCU), John Constantine, Zatanna Zatara, Kaldur'ahm | Jackson Hyde, Harley, Selina Kyle, Lex Luthor, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Haytham Kenway, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, Ra's al Ghul, Talia al Ghul, Arno Dorian, Ezio Auditore da Firenze, Clay Kaczmarek | Subject 16, Desmond Miles, Shao Jun, Edward Kenway, Shay Cormac, Juno (Assassin's Creed), Minerva (Assassin's Creed) Relationships: Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Time Travel, Crossover, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Protective Dick Grayson, Dark Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Reaction, Identity Reveal, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Hurt Dick Grayson, Bad Person Ra's al Ghul, Isu Technology (Assassin's Creed), Isu Bullshit (Assassin's Creed), Eagle Vision (Assassin's Creed), Out of Character via https://ift.tt/KXTVsHe

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Enola Rossingol’s Journal Entry 4

(This can also be a Reader POV as well, but I chose my OC because I’d like to use her journal entry style more. Anyways, hope you enjoy.)

Warning: ‘death’

3rd of July, 1758

Just this morning, I woke up in a chill sweat, the nightmare I had barely clear in my mind at this moment, so I decided to write it down before I forget.

I faintly remember all those years ago, when I was training with Haytham, how young, sassy, and handsome he looked. He took care of his body, and trained every day; surely he looked like a marble statue. I should have one made, actually. Oh, how dreamy it would be having him towards the entrance, then again, the statue would be naked and I will be burning down the house for my embarrassment. Oh well, still dreamy, not risking it. Then again, no Enola, think clearly, think.

Where was I? Oh yes, yes, the dream.. Well, again, I was in the middle of my training, to be officially apart of the Order. I was using my new moves I taught myself, parrying his sword, moving swiftly and flexibly, even doing a slight split before moving my wrist up, his sword flung away. And before he knew it, the tip of my sword was at his chest, and I stood straight and proud of myself that I beat him. There were other times I did, but not too many.

My feet were close together, my hair up in a loose bun, wearing my usual outfit but without the coat, and, again, my wrist turned side to side slightly as I curled my lip slightly.

“Here we are again, Master Kenway.”

“Well done, Enola. You’re teaching yourself well.” He gives off a slight smile but it soon goes away.

“I’ve only learned from the best, sir.”

I slightly blush, and from that he does a little curl of his lip, making it into a smirk.

“But, we still have more training to do.”

“We do? B-But it’s already almost time for dinner and then bed for me-“

“I ask you.” He repeats, “I ask you to train again with me.”

My mind is telling me no, but my heart is telling me yes at this point. So I went with the latter.

“Alright. If that’s what you wish.”

But, a wicked grace comes my way, karma stabs me right in the… well… bottom. As soon as my sword lowers towards the floor, he moves swiftly and easily, having me in a chokehold on the floor. My head is in a twisted way and my hands reflex to grab his arm, to try and get him to stop. I even kick my legs up, thinking that would do much help. His arm gets tighter and tighter around my neck. My voice that calls for help, for him to stop; it starts to sound like a wheezing cough. After just a few seconds, I feel so weak, and my hands slowly fall off his arms and drag to the floor beneath me.

“Do you think yourself so easy as to win against me? Dear Enola, remember the words I taught you. ‘Always back away from your defeated opponent with your weapon sheathed and forward.’ You had it down.”

With that, I can feel myself crashing down, my eyes still wide open but in shock. Haytham never acts like this in front of me, never. He’d told me he never hurt a lady, at least me.

He still has his hold on me. I can’t move a single muscle or else his arm might squeeze and break my neck, possibly pop it out of its socket. I wait, and I wait, it feels like years since we’ve moved from this very spot. Then, I feel his arm slowly lower, that’s good.

Then that’s when I feel his hands on my cheek and neck, a gentle cold kiss from his lips touch my temple, a sweet, but shivering line leaving his mouth in a whisper, “No one will ever know.”

Crack!

That’s when I woke up, he broke my neck in the right place. I was dead. I had my head in my hands, shivering and breathing heavily, my hands numb and legs aching. I did touch my neck and felt relieved that there was no marks there. Then, I touched my nice nightgown, cursing myself for the cold sweat I endured.

At least though, it was morning, and I had gotten the letter Haytham sent to me. From the letter, it said he’s coming to…. See me?

Shit. I quickly get up and have my newly hired servants to make my bed and do my clothes, while I bathed again and the cooks did their work. Some of the workers are black, yes, but they are not slaves. Well, they were, but I freed them right when they came to me. They were living under a horrible owner. After I freed them, I never talked to the man who had them again, and he already knows not to come after my home. When they came to my home, they saw how nice and tidy it already was, but then when they found out I was having the baby, they looked so… skeptical. How could I have a baby if I didn’t have a husband? Well, once I told them, after they agreed of course, that they were free, that’s when everything came to a celebration. It’s so nice having people work for you, knowing that you treat them kind and like a person.

I can’t wait to see him!

#haytham kenway #assassins creed 3 #assassins creed #ac3 #assassins creed iii #assassin's creed #this is my haytham kenway simp blog #ac #assassin's creed 3 #written in the style of his journal #enola rossingol's journal #assassins creed forsaken oc entry version #assassins creed forsaken entry

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