#haytham kenway x reader

[wyyvernn]

A/n: thought i would do these for my favourite assassins/templars since i did them for Castlevania. Maybe I'll do them for others

✧･ﾟ: Masterlist :･ﾟ✧

How they kiss you - Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor), Haytham, Jacob, Evie, Shay

Ratonhnhaké:ton

Slow and sweet, like calm waves licking the shore or gentle spring winds flying through leaves. His arms are warm around you, heat seeping through his palms as they grip your waist. Sometimes you can feel his hesitance, how his lips barely touch yours, like you're glass and he's afraid to break you. The rough pads of his thumbs feel like a feather sweeping over your soft chin, though - tentative but endearing.

Haytham

Slow, deep and confident, each kiss from his lips feels expensive and so intoxicating like rich red wine. His palms press ever so slightly against your neck, thumbs cradling your jaw as he tilts your face up towards him. His lips curl as he feels your pulse quicken beneath his fingers, even more so as he pulls away, enjoying the hot flush he brings to your skin and the way he leaves you wanting for more.

Shay

Short, fast and a little playful, Shay takes your breath away everytime. Always quick and always eager, as if he wants to steal all of your attention before someone else does. Sometimes during calm nights on the seas, he likes to take you in his arms and slow dance at the helm of his ship beneath the stars, even as you protest and shy away. He simply laughs and presses an apologetic kiss to your forehead, asking you to suffer a silly moment with him.

Jacob

Wild and passionate, you can never get Jacob to sit down, but when he does, he's gathering you into his lap, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck, your collarbone and sometimes...much lower. Many times have his rooks walked in the midst of your...activities, and on more embarrassing occasions, his sister too. Although, not once has he let it bother him or that smug grin.

Evie

Adoring and gentle, Evie leaves you feeling protected and treasured. You take great pleasure in her affections, in the times that her elegant fingers caress your cheeks, and how her perfect lips brush over your knuckles like the softest of silks. Every act she inflicts on your body is pure and heavenly but it feels so sensual and sinful, as if her touch shouldn't feel this good. Regardless, you soak up everything she gives you.

#assassins creed iii #assassins creed rogue #assassins creed syndicate #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #haytham kenway #shay patrick cormac #jacob frye #evie frye #assassins creed #x reader #haytham kenway x reader #ratonhnhaké:ton x reader #connor kenway x reader #shay patrick cormac x reader #jacob frye x reader #evie frye x reader

[demigoddessqueens]

family

Family Headcanons of each of the leads

For the November codexmonthly prompt

Altair

He never really saw himself as a parent, but when you tell him you’re expecting or when you both become parents, he sees a younger version of himself and cares for his kin immensely, a new generation of his family

Connor/Ratonhnkake:ton

He’s entirely full of nerves but you reassure him he’s doing fine. Be ready for Connor to constantly check up on you, grabbing whatever you need, and when he finally holds his child in his arms, he never wants to be separated from them

Jacob

A whole rollercoaster of emotions, he wants to be better than his father but also sheds his old carefree habits bit by bit to care for you and his child, the type to be a fun dad but also serious when he needs to be

Ezio

Oh you’ve made him the happiest man there is! He’s thrilled, nervous, excited, grateful his family is growing again. A total fun dad who’s super protective too!

Evie

Oh she frets constantly over you on what you need, but she’s thrilled at the chance to be a mom. Jacob as the fun, protective uncle and she as the loving, protective mother

Arno 🇫🇷

He didn’t think he was deserving of having such a loving family unit after before, but you prove him (thankfully) wrong. He thinks loving you and having kids would slip through his fingers but the days, weeks, months and years are all the more loving

Eivor

They adore the family you’ve created together and always treasures every second. Also the type of dad to carry the tiny ones on their shoulders or back during playtime

Bayek

Such a good dad!! Like he’s super involved, super loving, always wants to teach the Little One, and is never short of interesting stories to tell them at bed time

Kassandra

She’s a loving mom who has a habit of singing lullabies to Little One and has stories to entertain them with

Basim

Ecstatic and enthusiastic type of dad! Oh you’ve made him the happiest man alive! The type to spoil you during pregnancy and always present for each milestone

Shay

Rambunctious type of dad that always has his Little One giggling at everything. From birth, Tiny One always wants to go sailing on The Morrigan with their papa

Haytham

Stern but loving dad (even if he’s not good at showing it, but he cares! A lot! The type of dad to carry full conversations with Little One’s babbling when they’re at the infant stage

Edward 🏴‍☠️

He is also Fun Dad™️ but has his serious, protective streak too. It’s either taking Little One sailing on The Jackdaw, teaching them sea shanties or he’s holding still whole Little One likes to climb all over him

Aveline

She’s the type of mom who is very encouraging with her kid when they set their mind to do something, and they also like a shopping trip or two

EDIT: Desmond

He’s a bit of a nervous dad at first, thinking he’s not cut out for this at first, but you’re there to help him every step of the way. Later Becomes that kind of dad that is involved 110% and absolutely uses the Dad Jokes

And don’t get me started if he’s a girl dad! 😜

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[konnisart]

Listening to Depeche Mode on this one gives an extra inspo boost

Also know as : "My hand slipped " 🫠

WIP, has me on a choke hold 🫡✨

#haytham kenway #haytham #haytham kenway x reader #ac3 #ac rogue #assassins creed iii #assassins creed rogue #assassins creed #self insert #self indulgent #self indulgence at its finest #art #my art #artwork #drawing #digital art #artists on tumblr #digital #fanart #procreate #work in progress #wip #art wip #sketch

[yasashii-leaf]

Yes but imagine Haytham letting you braid flowers in his hair and he keeps them in as long as possible. Even in the midst of important meetings

#my art #assassin's creed #y/n #reader #haytham kenway #haytham kenway x reader #shay cormac #charles lee

[thesharktanksdriver]

Blood's Thicker Than Water (Platonic)

Made this cause I love assassins creed and I hate how they left the plot point about Desmond having a kid from a one night stand. Like sure there’s a comic for Elijah but let’s be real, who here has read that comic?

Sorry if any of them seem out of character, I haven’t played the games in a long while lol

Also thanks to my friend for streaming the games so I can get back into them lol

You never really met your dad but from what your mother described him as he was….a troubled soul

Now to be fair you’ve never exactly met Desmond Miles yourself but from the stories she told it’s obvious he had his fair share of demons

Some of which seemed to spill from the cracks of his soul from the short time she spent with him

A bartender is what he was, until he suddenly up and vanished from said bar in 2012 and died not too long after

It didn’t really make sense then even to your young mind

The gap between his sudden disappearance and death leaving too much unsaid for your mind not to be annoyed by

But as a child you eventually put the thought away

Eventually you forget

Instead going on to pursue your next whim as you focus on the present, or in your case Learning about the past in the present time

Unlike your fascination with your father that went away, your love of history never faded with time

It just seemed to grow the older you got

Your not sure why but something about history just clicked with you

It was somewhere within the range of middle school and reading national geographic that you had realized you liked it

That despite how some areas of it were bleak and disturbing it was interesting

And it got even more so interesting as you delved deeper into the depths of libraries

Nose buried in books lined with dust and old parchment

Yellowed pages and old ink that you carefully decode from centuries of lost meaning and metaphors lost to the modern age

You studied from the ancients all the way up to Victorian

Easing your way though literal centuries of historical records as you soaked up information like a sponge

And it’s there you vegans seeing an odd…repetition of events that seemed to occur

Odd assassinations plagued each era you looked into, all of which connected somehow by people in odd dress

In some journals that had luckily stood the tests of time you uncovered more eye witness accounts

A solider’s log back in the revolutionary war talking about an odd man meeting with his superiors in the dead of night

The diary of a log master who wrote of an odd frequent visitor that had an odd blade hidden beneath his sleeve

The drawing of a Victorian child being freed from a factory that had a hooded lady and man on the rooftop

I’m one you found a symbol, one created from the bottom perspective of an eagle skull, something also commonly associated with these hooded figures

What’s odd as well is that with these hooded assassins you also find traces of another group

One well know to historians such as yourself

Oddly enough the symbol of the Templar knights keep showing up even after their annulment

It’s odd, but what’s more odd enough is that both seemed to be tied to other historical artifacts

Ones well kept in archives and from the public eye

Ones you shouldn’t technically know about if not for you sneaking into sections your don’t have the status to enter

Their always gold with odd symbols. Somehow always pristine and polished despite the fact their dated to be from before ancient times

They for some reason seem to call to you specifically

Tempting you with forbidden knowledge you wish to taste like Eve

But for now you choose to wait until you can do proper analysis on them without the risk of punishment

So you lie and wait

Admittedly you didn’t think anyone expected for you to be this good at your job

In their defence you were a university student here on Co-op and not an actual full time historian

Hell you were in first year for gods sake

But somehow despite it all

Despite the fact you had actual historians and people in the history program years above you here you quickly began to become an outlier

A shinning beacon within the large archive, so much so that you began being allowed in the restricted sections you already snuck into

Mind you, now properly allowed there with some supervision of sorts gave you much more flexibility in research

You got to touch these artifacts

Hold them in gloved palms as silk covered finger glide across its edges and ridges

You study them extensively decrypting and decoding the ancient texts and hieroglyphs

Jotting down what you found in both a report and your own personal journal

Your not sure why you do so but you chock it up to making sure no one takes credit for your work

And this continues to the point your eventually allowed alone with them

It’s great

You dedicate yourself to this task as you learn more and more

Soaking up knowledge like a sponge as you find out more of what was previously lost

Find new angles and perspectives on events

For history isn’t just a set time and date, it’s interpretation based on what we know from sources

And even then sources can be biased

Sources can lie and silence another person’s view on the event

Your more than happy to try make your own interpretations

Admittedly when you were asked to study what looked to be a necklace from these unidentified ancient artifacts you were ecstatic

How could you not be?

Intricate gold woven in something akin to Grecian jewelry

Yet also had hints of something akin to Egyptian

It also…glows? Or at least you swear you’ve seen it glow gold and pulsate a few times but that could be the sleep deprivation speaking

Either way it’s an honour

One you don’t take lightly as you study it

Spending countless restless nights and days trying to crack its code

An unknown source has been funding the archive and your research quite a bit

Betting big money on it much to your surprise and suspension

You get that this is potentially something big but it feels out of left field

Especially since no one knows the name of the company

It’s just under an anonymous donation every month

It’s sketchy

But you aren’t one to argue about free money to further your and your colleagues pursuit of knowledge

Not when this beautiful place used to be underfunded

Not when most historical records were donated by people with a good conscious

Not when this place was almost shut down

With a sigh you continue on your work

Diligently tact checking and writing up a storm

Your writing looks like chicken scratch but that was a commonality between all history majors

Well, along with being giant nerds

And it’s there at that desk at 3 am in the morning, tired and only running on 3 hours of rest you find something peculiar on the necklace

A sharp jaded edge that you absentmindedly prick yourself on by accident

With a groan you wipe the blood away on your pants

Then going up to get a bandaid

You swore to god if you died of tetanus you’d be positively pissed

Unknown to you the necklace starts to glow

When you get home your more exhausted than usual

Your limbs feel like their kade of concrete and your head is stuffed with tissue

Eyelids trying to glue themselves shut

You practically kick off your shoes before tumbling to the couch

Not bothering in changing clothes or showering for the sweet relief of sleeps embrace

So you flop down face first into the old leather cushions of your couch

Only putting in the effort of fishing a hand to grab a throw pillow and blanket from nearby that you burrowed yourself into

A comfy cocoon/prison you couldn’t will yourself to leave even as you swore for a moment you heard something in the house

But your mind writes it off

Your too tired to question anything let alone get up

All you want is sleep

And that’s exactly what you get as your eyelids shut

You fall into the realm of dreams, odd ones playing out in your mind

Blurred images of odd men

A weird void-like realm

The cries of an eagle overhead

A single word appearing in your head

Kenway

And then your eyes snap awake when the sound of arguing fills your ears

Yelling of several male voices jumbling up your already fogged up sense as you practically fall off the couch in a mixture of fear and confusion

Curses escaping your mouth when suddenly the voices go silent and your left in a realm of fear

Hair standing on end as the creaking of the house makes you more alert

Despite the fact you’d never fought a day in your life you will up the courage to grab a baseball bat and cautious cross to where you heard the commotion

Careful steps on the non-creaky boards of the home that you’d luckily memorized

And there you find several men in old garb

Accents of Red tying them together like a string of fate

Or a trail of blood fainting their very existence

they turn to you with sharp eyes

It’s the one in modern clothes that surprises you the most

The face of your supposed dead father staring back at you

Ocher brown eyes that had long lost their life now rejuvenated as they seem to find familiarity in your own features

Some of which mirror his own along with some of the others in the room

The bridge of your nose

A all powerful spark in your eyes as they flick between everyone and escape routes

The way your lip slightly twitches when you try to keep a brave face

Your posture as you decided what to do

It’s all too familiar to him and them in a way that isn’t just coincidence

Especially not when all of them are Kenway

Not when he had been able to prove to them that fact through the experience of virtually living through their lives up until his death

“I’m not sure who the fuck all of you are but get out of my house.” Your fingers twitch and flex as your palms grow sweaty, the wood absorbing the pressure and moisture “especially my dead dad look-alike”

You all but confirm his suspicions

Their suspicions

And it looks Ike for you tonight will be much longer than you anticipated

Turns out that artifact you were studying wasn’t just as normal one

Neither were the other ones you looked at

The way they explained it as was their “artifacts from dead gods”, a fallen civilization that engineered humanity into being their slaves

It’s a lot to take in

Even more so when your suspicions of something bigger happening throughout global history with those odd deaths were real

Oh, and these were you dead ancestors and dad somehow back from the grave and now in your home

…..yeah safe to say that’s a lot to take in after an already very long and tiring shift

You sit there as they explain this, half asleep, and half exasperated

Cause how the hell are you supposed to believe all this bullshit that for some reason feels correct

Something in you tells you that their right yet your mind is fighting that logic

You’d always been a logical person, when it came to most situations you used your brain instead of your heart

And in those cases things ended up fine

But now your faced with this

A situation where your heart is screaming for you to listen as your brain tries to take this all in

Cause logic is completely out the window at the moment

For now you have to trust them even if your still afraid

I mean, how couldn’t you be?

But you get the sense that they understand

At least a little bit by how their also thrusted into a new environment without much say

Perhaps that (along with your own apprehension) is helping comfort them as well

So for now they’ll stay

Your just thanking (the dead) gods that grandma and grandpa’s old home is big enough for all of them

Altaïr Ibn-La’ Ahad

The oldest down the line of your dad’s side of your lineage finds himself often reading through your books in your study

It was a bit of a surprise one day entering it to find him sitting in a spare chair but you don’t mind the silent company

Especially as he seems to find interest in your studies

Occasionally he breaks the silence and asks you a question about the subject he’s reading about

He’s by far the oldest (even if he’s back in the body of his prime) of them therefore he’s the one who has the most figuratively to catch up on

So you indulge him

And also asks questions as well that he seems eager in answering

Knowledge connects you both, scholarly intellect being the bridge between the two of you despite centuries of time apart

Typically he asks about thinks such as modern life and what is know about his home, what happened to it? What it’s known of his era

You answer as best you can

Especially since that era of time isn’t exactly your forte

But he appreciates it anyways

Appreciates that you try, appreciates that you passionately care about history in the first place

Admittedly your mom was supportive but never understood your love of history

She’d listen to your rants and long conversations with a polite smile but you knew she never understood what you were talking about

But he does

He does and contributes whole heartedly in just as much passion

It’s nice

What’s also nice is that he’s studied the artifacts you now study as well

So now your both constantly coming up and developing ideas together

A constant back and forth

Hypotheses, discussion, and testing

Delving deeper into discovery like you’ve wanted

But with this he also helps you see where passion and obsession mix together

After the loss of his wife and son he delved into studying as a form of escape

It drove who was left away

Made the pit in his heart deeper

He doesn’t talk about it often but he seems to see how you may go down the same path

And he warns you of it

Unlike his younger self (that he now appears as) he’s wise if a little rough around the edges

He encourages knowledge but not to the point where it’s an all encompassing and toxic obsession

Within the household he seems to take a somewhat neutral but quiet role

He helps out and offers advice and guidance

Much like a teacher and grandfather of sorts

Speaking up when he has to and making sure the house doesn’t end up in disrepair

He seems to have a fascination with modern appliances, or at least holds a thankfulness for them

Like a few others he sticks to his robes most the time but you’ve seen him sport more modern clothes once awhile

Stuff still somewhat reminiscent of what he wore before but with a modern flare. Things with hoods and draping. Silks and wool. Something with an accent of red mixed in

Sometimes when you fall asleep in your studies you find a blanket draped over you and a cup of tea at your side

He won’t admit it’s him but he’s the only one who knows your tea preferences

He keeps his worry for you deep down but it’s somewhat relived when seeing that you take his warning of not taking the pursuit of knowledge too far

“It says here there was something called the “French revolution”. Would you care to explain what happened here to me?” He asks making you pause your work for a moment, when he sees your smile he knows your answer. Sure he read some of this book and got the gist of it, but something about seeing your eyes light up at his inquiry makes him feel at peace for a moment.

“Would I ever!”

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

This man is quite literally all up in your (and everyone’s) business

Not in an annoy way per say but he’s definitely curious about the lives his descendants have led (both good and bad)

Ezio is very clearly a family man and it’s somewhat ironic to see since half of this household has some sort of familiar issue

Most of which is some sort of daddy issue stemming from either Haythem or Edward that trickled down the line to you

Something that Ezio is seemingly trying to wrap his head around

Out of the others he’s the one who opens up the most

Partially because you think he misses his immediate family and friends

It must be a lot to handle being away from home, now in a foreign land where everything has changed

Despite that though he keeps a brave face

Almost always flashing a smile as he drags you from your study to have some “bonding time”

You won’t admit it to his face but you don’t mind

Especially as he gives your poor hunched over back a break

And treats your pallet to some good old fashioned (literally) Italian food and not cup ramen once again

He tried it once and threw your supply out, saying he’d be supplementing you with food from now on

You can’t exactly say your disappointment or upset from the heaven that is fresh baked garlic bread and pasta

He cooks not only for you but for the others of the house as well, saying his sister taught him lest he piss off his future lady

Taking in their suggestions and cooking foods from their homes as a way of him offering comfort

Whilst he does these tasks he often hums in his mother tongue of Latin

You don’t have the heart to tell him it’s a dead language

Especially when he seems so happy that you can somewhat understand it

He’s happily rambling and teaching you words

Helping you sound out phrases and pronunciation correctly unlike your Latin professor

Some of his songs he lightly sings under his breath get stuck in your head since he has a good singing voice

But despite the facade you see the cracks

Sometimes you find him looking at modern objects mumbling about how Leonardo would have loved to see this or made something similar

Or how Claudia would’ve liked this book

How Petruccio would have loved this toy

It….leaves a bitter taste in your mouth

Once upon a time you felt this same type of longing for family

Once a time you thought of you dad before going to bed and staring at his old Polaroid with hope

One that would never come to fruition (until now)

It’s why you indulge him, to keep his mind off the deeper plunge of melancholy

Compared to the others he’s relatively open to modernizing

In fact he seems somewhat excited in these things

Raiding your wardrobe like a damn fashionista and critiquing what’s good quality

He also has a wide variety of looks, not sticking to something similar to his time of dress

Versatile and somehow up to date? Your not sure how but somehow he’s in fashion?

Like he must’ve found a copy of vogue or something cause there is no way he just guessed that this was the new trend

When you pressure him on it he replies that he’s simply that amazing

You call bullshit but have yet to find evidence

But in the meantime you ask get him to tell you about Da Vinci and you furiously jot down what he says

Sometimes when he looks at you he sees flashes of Claudia’s quick wit

It makes him long for home yet as he looks at his descendants and ancestor he also feels….something

A small pit of warmth developing as he gets to know the inhabitants of this house longer

Meet Altair besides through a weird vision

His home is in Florence yet that feeling of comfort from the Villa is bleeding into these old (yet new) walls

“So this painting is his most famous work?” He asks looking at your computer with a bit of confusion, his scared lips quirking at the digital image.

“Yeah. This is actually probably the most famous painting in the world”

“Really? Of all his works this one is considered the best? I’m not doubting his skill but of all his pieces?”

“Believe me, I get it. It’s only this famous cause it was stolen”

“Stolen?!? Tell me who did it! I swear-”

Edward Kenway

For someone who was a feared pirate on the seas he’s surprisingly much less violent than you’d think him to be

Sure, he’s scary as hell still but at least he’s not stabbing you in the back and making off with your grandmas pearls or something

Still your a bit unnerved by him considering you did a project on him back in middle school and he’s now in your home

Munching on some god damn biscuits as if this was a normal situation

His son Haytham avoids his as best he can but he seems to bond with his grandson quite easily

Or more easily than he does with Haythem

It takes some time but you eventually go to him when you find him awake at the dead hours of night

A whisky bottle in hands as he occasionally takes a swig in silence as he stares out the window

You don’t talk

You don’t need to when he drinks in silence for awhile staring at the moon before eventually talking about the guilt

In his pursuit of power and gold he let people die

Greed woven into his soul as he sacrificed good men for his cause

He changed and did good yet his past haunts him

Hands stained red

Guilt eating away

A son who doesn’t want anything to do with him

At some point when he stops his rambles you speak

Reminding him that while his actions weren’t good he changed

It doesn’t wash the blood away but it stoped more from staining his hands

Though Haythem avoids him Connor is more than eager to fill his place

It doesn’t fix his overlying problems but it does help

In the morning he ends up talking with you more after this as your initial fear melts away

You end up seeing Edward Kenway, not the fiercesome captain of the Jackdaw

You see a man burdened by past mistakes and still wishes to do better

You see a human being at its core

With history it’s easy to forget the people your looking at was once alive and a breathing being

One who was just as flawed as you and I

But seeing a infamous pirate captain cry about issues pertaining not just time him made you remember that

He isn’t opposed to modernizing but seems to keep a certain sea-like touch to his appearance

Clothes for labourers and something loose is what he normally sticks to

He’s lucky though since he doesn’t exactly have traditional robes and can incorporate what he appeared in with a modern flair

Occasionally when he gets drunk he slurs out old shanties and talks about his epic tales

You might or might not have freaked the fuck out learning that James kidd was actually a woman

Mind blown

Ezio and Altair had to drag you away from your computer from writing an entire essay

Sitting on your countertop he holds a glass of whiskey in hand, one held out for you as you sit down beside him. The moon casts its gentle rays and lights the marble slab you both sit on. “I prefer Rum but this’ll do” it’s said in a playful tone that makes you nod and take a sip.

“I can grab some captain Morgan later…speaking of which, did you know him?

“No, but I did find a few of his things laying about “

“Care to tell?”

“Aye, sure thing”

Haytham Kenway

As the only Templar in this house it’s safe to say he’s definitely the outlier of the bunch

A relative lone wolf from the group that all hold some sort of Ill feelings towards him

From his father its confusion and sadness

The others it’s a mix of that and anger

From Connor it’s just plain…well your not quite sure how to describe it

The two’s entire family situation is just plain messy and thick with tension that their blades could cut through

But here’s the thing, in this house your also an outlier

A neutral zone so to say

Hell, the entire house seemed to be a haven of sorts from their whole Templar vs Assassin conflict

To be honest you don’t really care about this secret war

Well that’s a lie you are interested in these war of secret societies but you don’t specifically care to get involved in their politics

Not when you have business in interfering in it unless a fight breaks out and your telling everyone to calm the fuck down

So safe to say your kinda the only one who talks to Haytham

He is…well sometimes he’s a bit of an ass (in the British type of way) but at the same time he’s good conversation

Specifically when it comes to that of morals and philosophical beliefs

He is a conflicted man

A flawed one

But he holds his beliefs and morals despite the fact he’s been hurt and betrayed by a man he viewed as a mentor

He doesn’t talk about it much but he’s still hurt

Still seething with venom that burns his soul and flesh

Makes him want to lash out despite his upperclassman appearance and attitude

That despite it all he loves his son, so much so he willingly walked into what would be his death knowingly

That despite what happened he loves his dad yet can’t face him yet on account of what he became

What ideals and morals he still believes in even now

It’s perhaps he’s venting this to you rather than a journal because he knows you won’t judge him unfairly on the basis of what side your own

Your judging him as a flawed man and as an equally flawed person

It’s with him as well you open up about your own frustrations

How you still don’t know how to feel about this all

The fact that a lot of what you once knew was flipped on it’s head

Along with the fact your not even sure how to address your dad

It’s an entire mess but perhaps your both messed up together and that also draws you both to talking

To discuss your feelings of insucurity and confliction

To feel comfort that your not alone in not having your emotional shit in order

On some especially…emotional nights you both both have a cup of tea

He seems to enjoy that each time you use a different type, much of which used to be hard to obtain due to shipping and it’s prices

He hasn’t really yet grasped modern technology but your slowly helping him with it

It’s kinda like trying to teach a grandpa to figure out a phone, but now it’s him with the concept of a microwave

Like some of the others he’s yet to really also change his clothes to something modern

There has been a few times though he sported sweaters and vests

Your now working on helping his wardrobe since he prefers a sophisticated look

Occasionally he looks at the photos that line your walls, looking as you evolve through the ages

It’s…odd

With Connor he never had the chance to watch him grow

Never a snapshot to immortalize what he was like a child but now ones of you litter the walls like paintings

He feels melancholy

Yet at the same time he’s happy to get another chance maybe

One that is seemingly being helped by your gentle hand unknowingly

“I never thought about it until now but the stars are different” he says taking a sip of his matcha tea, he lets it pool on his tongue and experience the flavour. Not his favourite but not the worst

“That’s cause of light pollution here…though the stars do move so it it’s possible they’ve shifted position in the sky”

“Do they teach you about the stars in your schooling?”

“Yeah I took some. Not sure why, it just kinda spoke to me. Maybe it’s the Kenway blood”

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway

Of the group Connor is the most quiet and surprisingly the one whom you connect with the best for some reason

Perhaps it’s cause your both socially awkward in ways that let you relate

Or the fact you’ve both been ostracized by society for various reasons

His company is that of a quiet one but one you accept it with ease as you both sit and enjoy each others company

A quiet kinship made of unspoken but understood words from one another

The reminder that someone else is there and your not truly alone

He is perhaps the one you feel you can understand the most

And it’s the same likewise for him

Your both people deeply hurt and still bleeding internally

People raised by only their mother in a cruel and harsh world

People who were let down one way or another by their father

People who are still mad and angry but use that to further their determination

It’s odd but you feel truly understood

Like your soul was peeled back to reveal at your core your still a lone spirit lost in the world

One clinging to what they know as their only lifeline in this confusing and jumbled mess of a situation

The hulking 6 foot 2 man shows you trails near your home

Taking to the forest paths you’ve know your entire life and helping you discover even more about them

And while he does this he teaches you more about the world as you both walk the old beaten path

He tells you how to identify what type of tree is which, which stones are likely geodes and what tracks belong to who

It’s honestly petty interesting especially since he adds snippets of stories from his heritage

In return you talk about what you know as well

Snippets of your own knowledge that he seems to store into his mind just as you do with his stories

An equal exchange of sorts

On these walks you begin to notice he takes you out on these when your at your most stressed

The times in which your mind is overworking and consuming itself with anxiety

The times in which you need to breath

Connor doesn’t seem like one to vocally express his care but he does so through action

Small inconspicuous actions that mean a lot more than what meets the eye

It’s seems that his towards you is helping you when you need it most

Taking you away to just take a moment for yourself

To just breath in the fresh air and let the sunset coloured leaves of autumn crunch under your boots

Letting the cold breeze take away your worries

It’s perhaps better than any type of verbal support

Yet another unspoken action of care and compassion through knowing and watching

Of watching and knowing when you need a break

When you realize this and give him a small tired smile as a thanks he seems to know

Only giving a small nod with a minuscule smile of his own

It only grows bigger when you begin to ask him if his traditions, of the stories and practices of his people that he’s more than willing to tell when he knows you ask out of genuine curiosity and respect

Connor is somewhat 50/50 in modernizing

He adapts quite well but still needs help with certain things as he navigates the situation

But like usual he is anything but resourceful as he watches what you do and figures it out

He helps the others quite a bit with what he’s picked up and somewhat takes pride in the fact he can help them

Whilst he’s privy to wearing his robes he isn’t against more modern clothes

The only problem though is sometimes finding stuff that fits him considering he’s not only a giant but also fairly muscular

But your both eventually able to find some stuff for him to wear that he likes

He really appreciates though that you try to buy clothes and jewelry from nearby indigenous peoples

It might not be his but he appreciates the sentiment and familiarity that the beaded jewelry give him

“I’ve lived here my whole life and walked down these paths a thousand times yet it seems more like your the local here” you say with amusement as you follow Conner through an area you’d be never been before.

He smiles, it’s small but there as he adds “just a matter of perspective. You see the paths your used to and I see ones you hadn’t noticed”

Desmond Miles

Yeah so this is entirely awkward for you

Like how the fuck do you emotionally deal with this and the fact your very dead dad who didn’t know you existed till now is now very alive

And living in your house with his very dead ancestors that are also now alive

Case and point you don’t, specifically you ignore the problem and act like everything is fine

You lock yourself away and try to avoid him like the plague

Somehow Scurry past him and into the kitchen to grab something before returning to your abode to eat

But then things got complicated

Things change

You began talking to the others

Slowly coming out the darkness of your study and joining the dinner table

But you still try to avoid him

It feels like the sight of him burns your mind, all those nights as a kid coming back to you

The hope and then disappoint in learning he died and that he likely never wanted you

Your mother never said this but the other kids did. They always teased and picked at the fact you were a mistake

It’s why you push so hard now to be the best, To prove them wrong (to prove to yourself that your worth existing)

The fact is that now he’s here and you don’t know how to deal with that

How would you even start?

What do you even say to him?

You quiet down when he enters a room because you don’t know what to do

Whatever your about to say dying in your throat like a caged bird and all that came come out are garbled noises as you evade him

Eyes casting down to your hands like a child averting their gaze from their parent when in trouble (he is your dad so it’s the same thing right?)

Leaving the room he’s in as quickly as you can once a take is done

The others notice quick, I mean how can’t they? A damn butter knife can cut through the tension

The whole thing with Haytham and Connor is less tense than this

But what can you even do?

How in thick do you talk to him and how can he even talk to you?

Your 18 and in university, he’s 25 and was a bartender in New York before apparently sacrificing himself for the world

He’s closer in age to being a big brother rather than your dad.

But even besides that he’s been long dead and gone since 2012

It’s been years since that point and more importantly he’s someone important and your not

He’s an assassin born to a bloodline of other assassins

Someone who was raised in this tradition with greatness not only in his origin but also in his death

And your you

A child born from a one night stand who’s only achievement is being good at knowing about old people

It hurts but it’s true

If he’s a star then your a candle compared to his light

A mere blip or spark to the greater picture

There had been times he looked like he wanted to say something but you scurry away before he can say anything

Sometimes you catch the looks and small gestures Ezio tries to make as if to encourage him to go up to you

How Connor sometimes brings up to you how he wishes for reconciliation with his dad and that perhaps it’s possible with your own

Altair not beating around the bush and plainly telling both him and you to talk

But it all feels for naught and dies when those feelings and thoughts return

But eventually he corners you

Well not really corners you per say but he catches you as you leave your study after a talk with Altair

“Listen I don’t have any grudge against you. For one you died, I’d be a dick if I blamed you for that or your decision to save the world and whatever. Second you didn’t know about me in the first place” you say briefly looking up at him before averting your gaze, he looks like he wants to say something but he can’t get a word out before you continue “but you don’t have to act like my dad or anything. You never asked for me, it was a mistake, I was a mistake and I’m fine with it.” (Your lying to yourself)

You leave before he can get a word out, and he’s left alone in the hallway. When he returns to Ezio he just sits down in silence. It’s enough for everyone to know I didn’t go the way he wanted.

Admittedly when you begin to notice odd figures at the achieves you write it off

I mean it could literally be anyone plus the supervisors aren’t making a fuss about them here

If anything their welcoming them and looking at them with hopeful eyes

Small glances full of opportunities in them

It’s odd but maybe their just some non-profit here to support the archive

Or even private benefactors of sorts

But then they turn their attention to you

Plastic smiles on their faces, artificial pleasantries as their main spokeswoman sits in front of you in a slick suit

Her stilettos tapping against the ground as your eyes trail to her bodyguards of sorts

They stand not too close nearby

Watching

Waiting

And then she begins talking

And slowly you grow more and more uncomfortable

Hands playing with one another, fingers twitching in your palm as crescent are indebted in your skin

They apparently are interested in your findings

In your research

But more specifically you

They’ve researched you…a lot

Down from where your mother was born to her great great something grandfather

And your father

…but that’s not public knowledge

It wasn’t even on your birth certificate

This….this isn’t

She smiles though now the darkness melts away into something more knowing

Dangerous and sadistic of sorts

And it’s there on her little pin showing her name you recognize the logo

Within your house you’d vaguely heard whispers of the others talking in hushed tones

You didn’t mind

The less you know the better in that sense

Out of sight and out of mind

But sometimes you’d hear the mumbles of a name that you didn’t put together until now

One spat with venom just as they did with the word of the Templar

Abstergo

You barely have time to react before your black bagged and sufficiently knocked out

Mind drifting to that of panic

What would happen to you?

What will happen when the others find out?

But then those thoughts fade away into the dark void of sleep

When you wake up things are odd

Everything is a sterile white and too bright for your foggy sleep tinged eyes

The room is blurred as is your senses as you weightlessly drift

Everything feels odd

And then it happens sharp and pure pain that leaves you writhing and screaming into the void

And that’s when you notice that white light had left and your in a void of sorts

Empty glitching effects all around you as your left to look around in confusion until you see something

A memory? Specifically one of your memories

Your staring at a simulation of sorts of your past self

A 8 year old in their bed with chubby cheeks pulled up into a melancholy smile

You recognize this moment, your small hands holding a picture that had long been put away into a scrapbook and forgotten

Your left wordless and confused

And then that bitch’s voice appears again and she explains

This entire thing is a simulation of your memories

And essentially their gonna go through your head picking through them to not only learn what they want but then use you as their lab rat cause of your bloodline.

Cause apparently memories of your ancestors could be accessed that way and it was generally easier to have a descendant rather than finding objects and artifacts

And it’s there in that simulation it feels like your mind is being ripped apart

Memories ripped from your mind to play out in front of you as she makes comments and documents them before their forced back in and another is ripped out

Like book having pages torn out and then crudely stitched back in

It hurts so damn much

Over and over

Your just left in screaming again on the ground of this simulated world as she makes idol comments

Left begging for it to stop

For someone to help

For the love of god someone help you make it stop

Of course this would happen to you

You’ve always had shit luck despite your whole family motto being “make your own luck”

What utter bullshit

You can’t make good luck from bad

Can’t just change things when the scales are already tipped one way

But then like a miracle from above she goes quiet and suddenly the memory is gone

And your left in the void still reeling from it all

Still on the glitching ground before once more white encompasses your view

Blinding and bright as your still recovering

And then an unfamiliar voice tunes in

“Your safe” it’s heavily accented, in an Irish twang that’s soft as he says these words to you. A reminder that your ok now, it’s over. “Can you walk?”

You try to look at him with squinting eyes yet they still can’t adjust, your limbs feel heavy like solid rock. Unmoving even as you try. With some difficulty you shake your head

“Aight, I’ll have you carry you then. Are you alright with that?”

“Just get me out of here…please. I just want to go home, I miss my family” it sounds pathetic but as tears begin to fall the stranger doesn’t seem to think Ill of you.

“Don’t worry, I get what that’s like.” The tone is sympathetic and like before is soft “you’ll be home I no time, I promise”

You think for a moment before responding “I trust you”. For a second you feel him go still at that before he picks you up.

For awhile there’s buzzing alarms and panic as your saviour gets you out whoever’s you were taken too

There’s not a moment of silence as he sharply runs and dodges past what you think to be gunshots

Occasionally he grumbles something but for the most part he seems calm

Composed despite the chaos of it all

So much so that it makes you wonder if this is an average Tuesday for him

There’s so much shout and yelling for your already pounding head

But sometimes the yells are silenced as the sound of a blade cuts it short

Footsteps far behind eventually stopping

Sirens getting more and more distant and allowing you and the man to breath

It’s there in the pocket of silence you learn his name

Shay

It sounds familiar, like really familiar yet you can’t put your finger on it

Either way your grateful because how can you not be?

Your away from that place

Away from the torture of having your mind picked apart like a lab experiment

Having the privacy of your memories looked at and prodded

But now your somewhat okay

Your eyes feel weird, your vision feels weird like it keeps switching between something

Your at least somewhat able to walk though it’s unbalanced

but Shay doesn’t seem to mind

He offers an arm that you cling to for support

A kind smile on his face as he makes sure you didn’t injure yourself further

And then you notice his clothes are….old

Like Haytham and Connor level old

And…shit

It’s halfway home through the trails you recognize due to Connor that your vision changes

The world feels bigger as if your third eyes opened or something

Shays figure and presence is highlighted in a clover green

And perched nearby is another green figure, one waiting for a good moment

Shay follows your sight before promptly having to duck out the way from a knife that flies at his head

He pushes you back behind him, you stumble back vision switch between monochrome and normal as someone else grabs you

Instinctively you almost yell before realizing who was now helping keep you steady

And the other person now attacking Shay

“Connor! He’s good! He saved me!”

“He’s a Templar!”

“So is Haytham and you haven’t killed him…again have you!”

At that Shay pauses, turning to look at you with confusion as Connor stops his attempt as slitting his throat

Ezio on the other hand helps you up but keeps a firm protective grip

Watching Shays movements like Connor in apprehension before the two settle down and stare at you for more detail

Both waiting on your word

“He saved me and today has been a long ass day-“

“You’ve been gone for 4 days”

You pause momentarily at that before adding “long 4 ass days of having my mind literally ripped apart. Can we please head back to the house and settle this there? Thank you”.

The moment you get back your almost immediately tackled to the ground by a familiar white and red hoodie wearing absent (dead) father

It’s….odd but nice

Desmond (still feels too awkward to call him dad) is holding you like a lifeline and you notice bags beneath his eyes

He looks like hell

But none of the others are any better either

They all like positively exhausted yet light up when seeing your safe

Your home

It reminds you of your mom when you returned home from school

The long work day evident on her brow but her smile lighting up the room at the sight of your face

It’s no different compared to then except for the fact they all (except Haytham) then protectively pull you away from the nearby Shay who’s being glowered at by Connor

Safe to say it’s a little awkward until you somehow pull free of Desmond’s death grip hobble your ass between the two lone Templars and Assassins

A long discussion having to take place between them all as you not only explain what happened but also it seems you all forget one crucial thing

It seems you forgot about your mom’s side of the family

Whoop de Doo you have more things to process and so does everyone else here

Specifically Connor and Haytham Because before apparently knew (or know of) Shay

Great, another complex relationship in this household like there needed to be more of that

But with this entire situation it also highlights something bigger

Your not safe

None of you are safe

Perhaps you never truly were

And that in turns leaves you with the difficult decision of what to do next

Because In this difficult game of politics between two ever warring groups your a neutral force

You wanted to stay that way but unfortunately fate had other plans

as your drug into this game your left with limited options of sides for not only yourself but for the others who seem keen on following you

Even the two (former?) templars seem to follow your decision

So When Des…er your dad suggests finding his old friends it seems like the best option

It’s either that or be kidnapped and prodded again and who knows what abstergo will do to everyone else (even one’s that once upon a time we’re on their side)

Besides, he says you’ll get along well with someone named Shaun so It can’t be too bad

So he sends out a message and you leave the home you find yourself look at with melancholy

It stopped being a home when mom died but now it seemed like it was just that again

Only time can tell what will bring upon you next

But….you think you’ll be ready for whatever is thrown at you when you have this odd group of family at your side

The expression of blood is thicker than water never really held much weight since you only ever had your mom until she was gone

But maybe you understand it a bit better now

#platonic #assassins creed x reader #assassins creed imagine #desmond miles x reader #ezio auditore x reader #ezio x reader #altair x reader #connor kenway x reader #haytham kenway x reader #shay cormac x reader #edward kenway x reader

[reddeaddamnation]

welcome back to the writing side of tumblr! idk if you’ve written something like this, bc i can’t find your masterlist, but how would the assassins or at least my baby ezio act when they find out assassin!reader is pregnant with their child but still taking on missions and possibly putting themselves in danger, no matter how good they are at their job xx

Thank you it's good to be back. I missed you guys and your creative ideas lol I don't remember writing anything like this so there you go

Basim would be like nah nuh-uh. You say in bed and take care of yourself because in his culture a woman who is pregnant is sacred and needs to take care of herself. The most you can do is go to the market if you won't have any trouble with walking. If you're in discomfort - he will go with you.

Eivor would try to explain to you the dangers of the missions as if you don't know already and would kindly and politely tell you to think about your child because he will be devastated if something happens to either of you.

Alexios' jaw would just drop and he would have no idea what to even say. "Please don't." He would just say in a monotone voice but with the most pleading eyes you ever saw him pull off. He wants to say so much but doesn't even know where to start, because he was shocked when he found out.

Bayek would sit you down and lecture you in a rather angry tone because he had flashbacks of when he saw his own son die so he will NEVER allow it to happen again. "I'm very disappointed that you don't know how to take care of yourself in this condition. What came over you?"

Altair would cut you off mid-mission and would tell you to turn back or else. He will take care of the mission instead of you if you promise to not put your head in danger and don't be stubborn because he can be more stubborn and will not budge until you accompany him back to your home. No matter how long you spend in that one place he met you.

Ezio would be like "WHAT" and chase you down hoping he isn't too late and would give you the lecture of your life. "You know you're more important to me than anything. Now that you are carrying our child, I will worry about both of you and will not forgive you if you put the two of you in danger again. The baby did not choose to be here. Think about it."

Connor would be so disappointed. Honestly how will you look at him and still do it? He asked you to take care of yourself and rest and here you are putting yourself in danger. Usually he communicates everything but this time you get the silent treatment for at least a few hours.

Edward would sigh and say "I ask you for one thing and one thing only. Stay. Out. Of. Danger. Don't you realize what you're doing?" He wouldn't show his true anger tho and would leave you with your thoughts for a few hours.

Arno would pace around all day and when you come back, he will nag you to oblivion. "What do you think you're doing? Why? What do you want to prove? Is our child less important than the damn brotherhood? I can't stop you if you don't want to quit but at least think about what you're doing."

When Jacob found out you want to come on the mission too, Evie begged him to tell you to reconsider. He just walked past the both of you like "Y/N you're not coming." in a stern voice, leaving you shocked. "If you're so adamant on coming, I think you should think about the consequences" Jacob? Consequences? Don't go, for the sake of this nice change in him!

Shay would be angry. So angry and so stern. "You know the consequences if anything were to happen to you and I can't be there to say anything except I told you so because we both know what will happen if you keep going on like this. Instead of resting and staying safe, you go out of your way to put yourself in danger. You're acting like a child."

Haytham would just sigh and rub the bridge of his nose. "Don't make me lock you in our room with guards outside because if you don't have the decency to keep yourself safe, I will."

#assassins creed #basim ibn ishaq x reader #eivor x reader #alexios x reader #bayek of siwa x reader #altair ibn la ahad x reader #ezio auditore x reader #connor kenway x reader #edward kenway x reader #shay cormac x reader #haytham kenway x reader #arno dorian x reader #jacob frye x reader

[bloodhaven99]

On Fields of Sorrow…

#you’re welcome for the angst #Orden ogan inspired me #haytham kenway #haytham kenway x reader #assassin's creed #assassins creed 3 #ac3 #my arty art #digital illustration #haytham x reader

[haytham-loves-chocolate]

A Night In The Storm

A/N: I wanted to put a plot with this story, but I decided not to.

Warning: 18+ Only, Smut, NSFW, Fingering, Explicit Content, P in V action, oral sex (reader receiving).

By the fireplace, on the big furry rug, you and Haytham are already bare naked. Your hands are busy exploring his body, with one hand sliding up in his long, dark hair and the other placed firmly on his side. His left hand places itself on the top of your head to lean your face closer to his, your breaths hot and needy. His lips look sweet and rosy pink, his nose is a fine shape, one which you imagine to ride on. His dark grey eyes gaze into your eyes with desire and curiosity. His face is clear in the firelight, showing off his light skin, big, calloused hands, high cheekbones, and the way his eyebrows show that he is thinking of you, that he is thinking of all the things he could do to you. 

He is on top of your body, and his eyes cannot help but stare at your body, up and down; his pupils dilate and you can see his eyes flicker too. His lip curls up with a smirk, his eyes looking back at yours as if to say something. Instead of a word, it’s a kiss. A passionate, longing kiss. Your eyelids slowly close as you kiss him back with that same passion and longing. Your hand in his hair grips it lightly and you feel his lips press to yours roughly. His eyes are already closed as he feels your other hand on his side move around to his upper back. As your eyes are still closed, you feel his lips part from yours, and you hear his voice purr out two words, “Sweet love”. 

Your head tilts back in reaction to his lips moving down to your neck, latching on to suck and tease at the spot he knows will get you to make the sound he wants to hear. A small moan escapes from your lips, and already you feel aroused at the way his lips make you feel. His right hand slowly roams down your nude body, his fingertips lightly grazing your skin. When he gets to your breasts, his palm gently lifts one of your breasts, and his rough thumb slowly moves around your nipple. Your arousal only grows as another moan escapes your lips, and his other hand does the same movements to your other breast. He lowers his head to where his hands are, his trademark smirk still on his lips. He latches his lips onto your left nipple, flicking his tongue there. You let out a small gasp at this, which only makes his smirk bigger as he does it again to your other nipple. With his hands, he toys with your breasts and nipples, while his eyes glance up through his eyelashes at the euphoric expression on your face. With his hands still on your breasts, and the heat from your bodies getting hotter, a loud gasp escapes your lips when you feel his tongue on your inner thigh. Fluttering your eyes open, your eyes meet with his as you tilt your head forward to see his big hands covering your breasts, and his small smirk is still plastered on his face. 

A small whine escapes your lips as you see his hands move away from your breasts, and his hands explore your stomach and sides. You squirm in his touch and you move your arms above your head so you’re not in his way. His mouth gets to work praising every inch of your sensitive area. His hands grip your inner thighs roughly while his tongue slowly and teasingly licks the inner lips of your pussy. With your whines and pleading cries that come out of your lips, it only fuels his carnal desires. Nevertheless, he presses a few kisses against your clit, letting a low hum escape from his throat as he does so. 

“Tell your Grand Master what you want.” He purrs out, moving one of his hands to cup at your sex and have his thumb move up and down your clit. 

“I want- I want your fingers deep in me.” You breathe out as you let out another loud moan. 

With your request, he dips two of his long, thick fingers inside your pussy, pumping them in and out while his eyes look up at yours, seeing your lips parted wide open and your eyes shut, moans freely coming out of your lips. With a low chuckle, he dips his head down to use his tongue to lap up at your arousal, closing his eyes to focus. You feel your walls clench around his fingers, and as a result of this, he curls his fingers and thrusts deep into your pussy. You feel that knot in your stomach loosen up, and with a loud cry of pleasure coming out of your lips, you feel yourself squirt all over his fingers. As your face contorts into an orgasmic expression, you feel his fingers pull out of you with a lewd pop. In their place, his tongue licks up your sweet nectar, not letting a single drop waste. 

You open your eyes again to see his body come closer to yours, and he raises his fingers to his lips, before slipping them inside his mouth, tasting your liquid. A blush seeps into your cheeks at this erotic action, and you can only think about what he might do next. 

“You are a sweet girl, Y/N.” Haytham’s accent and the way he says it has your cheeks as red as a tomato. 

His body presses against yours while his lips ghost yours. In your mind, you only wish to be together with him in the most intimate way possible, and as your eyes gaze at his, you can only wonder if he’s thinking the same thing. 

His lips capture yours in heated desire, loving the small hum that comes up from your vocal cords. His right-hand grips his erected dick, stroking his shaft a few times with precum seeping out of the tip. At last, he inserts himself deep inside you, the blending of your moans and his groans filling the room. His thrusts are slow and sensual at first, his hips pressed onto yours so you can move with him too. Your hands touch his back and your legs wrap around his waist, the heels of your feet touching his bare cheeks. Without a warning, he slips his hands under your legs and flips you both over so you’re on top of him. 

His hands grip your hips and straddles you on his dick, seeing your eyes flicker in the firelight. You press your palms against his pectorals as you ride him, his fingers grip your hips to make your movements follow his. Your head tilts back as your moans only grow louder, feeling your walls clench around his dick again. A feeling of pleasure fills up your senses as his dick hits your G-spot. Low groans rumble in his throat, and his head, too, is tilted back in pleasure. His hips thrust rougher into yours, and you feel your high get closer and closer. As if he knew this, he sat up to have his body almost mimicking yours. His face is closer to yours, and his breath is hot against your neck. Without a word needing to be said, he moves one of his hands up to cup your cheek, his palm cradling under your chin, pressing his lips against yours in a deep, affectionate kiss. 

With another rough thrust deep inside you, you let out a loud gasping moan and already you can feel some of your heat drip out of you and on his length. Your lips part slightly as your eyes are partly open, seeing his face the same way. 

“I love you, Haytham” is all you can manage to let out, being a hot mess in his handsome and sexual ways. 

“I know.” He whispers to you, a smug grin appearing on his face.

With a loud cry, you came all over his length, and with his low groan in his throat, he pressed his hips close to yours as he released his seed deep inside you. 

He pulls your body close to him, making sure to hold you as you start to feel a bit tired. He moves his hand over to his cape and lays back down on the rug, still holding you close. You let out a small hum in reaction to this, and he lays his cape over the two of you. Your bodies are still pressed together, but his length has pulled out from your entrance. 

With a tug of his hair, you untie the red ribbon that keeps his head together. You gently place it on top of his hat and you move your hand back to his hair, gently brushing your fingers in it, just to hear the low, sexy hum from his voice. 

The crackling of the fire, the warmth of the cape, and the feeling of your Grand Master beside you are all that you wanted today. Hopefully tomorrow, he will want to spend another day with you, like this, all over again.

#haytham kenway #ac3 #assassin's creed #assassin's creed 3 #assassin's creed iii #snow #haytham kenway x reader #smut #merry xmas #merry christmas

[sangheilihoes]

Confessions Pt. 1

Warnings: Angst

🫵 @ladysaturnsdust @bloodhaven99 @wyyvernn @konnisart @psybrepunk @heiress-prime @haytham-loves-chocolate @demigoddessqueens @memoriesofafallen 🫵

A/n: feels rushed but whatever. Hope you enjoy 🩷

Haytham had been pining over you for weeks, maybe months. You've been friends with him for awhile now, having already known nearly the full extent of what hes gone through, over drinks and vulnerable moments, so he naturally already trusts you. He wanted to make his ever growing feelings known but each time he walked toward you, he panicked, suddenly realizing that you never looked him that way and to ruin such a close, trusting friendship is too hard to bear, so his thoughts were never said aloud.

He hadn’t expected to fall so hard but you filled a part of him he thought he’d lost long ago. You were smart, almost too smart, you could read him when no one else could, you were also inquisitive, eager to learn any and everything. There was also an eye for detail he didn’t have, you could notice a heart shape where he saw nothing. You had a mouth too, you weren’t afraid to speak up if a plan didn’t sound good or if you felt disrespected, the both of you got into arguments because of it but he never got mad, only mildly annoyed. And by gods, you were beautiful. Eyes that seemed to make his heart beat faster when his own met them, hair that made him want to run his hands through, to feel the soft locks run in between his fingers, to smell what shampoo you used and the prettiest lips he wanted to kiss, to feel.

Haytham never loved life, finding it too cold to love but with you, the sky seemed more blue, the trees more green, the flowers and his heart bloomed. No, he would never love life but he would love a life with you, as much as he tried to deny himself such a luxury.

When he had yet another restless night, his sleep filled with nightmares of losing you, dressed simple trousers and a billowy shirt, with his gun on the side. he left his home. He didn’t know where he was going nor did he care but fate somehow lead him to your door. His shaky hand knocked softly, unsure if you were even awake at this point.

‘Well, no going back’ he thought to himself

He waited for you to answer for what seemed like an eternity but was no more than a minute.

“Who is it?” You asked from inside

“It’s just me.” He responded

You opened the door, surprised to see Haytham standing there, looking almost… lost

“Is something wrong, Haytham?” Concern lacing your voice

“No. I… I need to speak with you. Please?” His voice wavered

You let him in without another word, the warmth of you your home inviting compared to the cool night. You were nervous; he looked like he hadn’t slept, his body was slack, hair was down and messy, something clearly wasn’t right.

“Ok, Haytham, cut to the chase, what’s going on?”

“I apologize for disturbing you, I just needed someone to talk to.” He sounded emotional.

Stepping closer, your hand coming to rest on his arm. This wasn’t Templar related was it? You briefly considered grabbing a bottle of ale.

“Y/N… I’m scared.” He finally confessed

“You? Scared? Of what?” You could laugh but he was serious

“You. You scare me, Y/N.”

...Wait, what?! Haytham Edward Kenway? Scared of you?! ‘Am I dreaming?’ You thought

“Why? What did I d-”

“I’m scared of losing you.” He cut you off, his confession knocking the wind out of you. You went to ask why but once again he cut you off

“I have nightmares of losing you; whether it’d be you leaving or dying, I don’t know which is worse. I’ve been so scared to tell you how I feel. You’re my closest friend and I don’t know what’d I do without you.” He paused, taking a deep breath then making eye contact with you.

“Y/N, over these past couple months… I’ve noticed my feelings go from friendship to something deeper. You’ve awaken something long lost in my heart. You’ve been there through finding my sister, losing Jim, Birch, everything. And there isn’t anything I wouldn’t tell you. You have more a soul than I ever could. Not even the gods could compare to you.”

“Haytham…”

“Y/N, I’m in love with you and I’m scared. Scared I’m going to lose this friendship, going to lose you. And I can’t.”

All you could do is stare at him in shock, your face burning. You swore he could hear your heart beating. Suddenly his face fell.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you that. I’ll leav-”

“NO! Don’t leave! I-I-” You started but the words couldn’t leave. You had started growing feelings too but never said anything, thinking it would pass but it never did, if anything, they grew. You took a deep breath

“Haytham, I feel the same. You mean the world to me and I’d give anything to not lose you, even if it means not telling you how I feel. You’re such a hardass but I’ve seen the other sides, the softer and vulnerable, it only makes me love you more. And to know that you trust and care about me means the world. Thank you for telling me.”

The way he looked at you made your heart flutter, there was a spark in his eyes you’ve never seen before.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” He asked, heart beating out his chest.

“Please…” You responded. Leaning in closer, feeling his body press against yours, his arm coming to wrap around your waist and his other hand coming to cup your face, pulling you toward him. Your hand that held his arm was now wrapped around his neck with your free hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

Haythams lips met your own in a sweet, gentle, tentative kiss. Finally affirming your shared feelings. He felt fireworks go off in his chest, what he imagined your lips to be couldn’t hold a candle to how soft they really were and how perfectly his locked with yours.

Reluctantly, you pulled way, coming to see how dazed and in love he looked. He looked at you like you were the only thing that existed. Suddenly, you found his lips on your again, this time more feverish, desperate to have you and to make up for lost time.

“Stay here, I want you with me.”

“Anything for you.”

#haytham kenway #haytham kenway x reader #assassins creed #arie posts

[bookworm-with-coffee]

MASTERLIST

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The Hobbit & Lord of the Rings 🍃

• Excuses - (Thorin Oakenshield x Child!Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three

• LOTR/TH Characters as wrong number texts! - Part One, Part Two & Part Three

• Sleepless Nights - (Fili x Reader)

• Insecurities - (Kili x Reader)

• Softly - (Kili x Reader)

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Assassin's Creed 🗡

(*mainly writing for Assassin's Creed III & Rogue )

• Aesthetics - Shay Cormac , Haytham Kenway , Liam O'Brien & Chevalier de la Verendrye

• Torn - (Liam O'Brien x Reader)

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Hogwarts Legacy 🪄

• Incorrect Quotes - Punch in the Crotch

• Aesthetics - Ominis Gaunt & Sebastian Sallow

• The Greatest Heist of All - (Slytherin Boys x Reader)

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Van Helsing 🦇

• Night Terrors - (Van Helsing Boys x Reader Imagines)

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Being Human 🩸

• Dancing With Death - (John Mitchell x Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three - COMING SOON

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Star Trek 🪐

(*mainly writing for AOS movie series - 2009-16)

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[wyyvernn]

SFW Headcanons - Haytham Kenway & Shay Patrick Cormac

A/n: Little Haytham and Shay things and mannerisms that they do with or without their S/O. Sfw but there is a soft mention of Shay being naughty HAHAHA

Haytham

- Gives no reaction to distaste or disgust except the slight wrinkle of his nose or creasing of his brows to something that displeases him.

- Often clasps his hands behind his back, it is one of his most signature mannerisms. Others include standing tall with his back as straight as a board, and you can see the pride and arrogance dripping off his form. Coughs into his fist after winning an argument.

- Haytham has only a few he cares about or becomes interested in, and in truth those who don't come under that list, he barely notices, maybe even shrugs them off.

- If his S/O has poor posture or slouches a lot, then he lightly scolds them, tells them that it's not good for their back, and he will promptly give them lessons on how to stand straighter, walk with confidence, walk with purpose etc. And he will smile just the slightest when progress has been made.

- On the topic of love languages, Haytham believes that actions do more than words. So little acts of service like opening the door for you and allowing you to pass through first, or actively seeking out an item that you lost some time ago becomes somewhat of a thing for him to do in his free time. (Yes, I'm referencing that one time when he hunted all throughout Boston to find Benjamin Franklin's missing almanac pages.) Quality time is something he seeks out with his S/O too, the fact that he can be around you brings him silent joy. He doesn't even need to be touching you, you could be in the same room together and reading book on opposite sides and he's content.

- Carries a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his sword after impaling an enemy. And he cleans it off with elegance like he didn't just slaughter the fuck out of a man.

- Flashes his enemies a smile but it's more taunting and filled with condescension than the ones he sends his S/O, which are warm and kind. Either contain some kind of purpose, mostly his face is unreadable and lacking in emotion.

- Tips his hat like a gentleman to any lady he passes, and his lips curl up just a tad when he watches them blush and walk by him. He knows that he has that effect on women.

- Will not tolerate disrespect towards him or his S/O and it's one of the few things that triggers a physical reaction from him. Although, the most he will do is shove the offending person against a wall with an iron grip, his piercing eyes darkening as he lectures their ears off. Makes sure you're alright afterwards.

- His scent is like smoky wood fire combined with the hidden notes of something that's quite difficult to place but it's a charming smell, and very distinctive. So distinctive, in fact, that you would know when he turns a corner just by catching a small whiff of him.

Shay

- Lets his S/O take the helm of the Morrigan sometimes, especially when he sees them so excited. He'll step away and allow them to grip the wheel before coming up from behind and placing his hands over theirs, guiding you to steer the ship.

- Yes, that funny little bed in his cabin does get used and not just for sleeping. On more than one occasion has Shay dragged you by your arm to his cabin when his crew were too occupied in a tavern.

- Has a habit of showing off, particularly when he was an Assassin. Now he's less boisterous, less boyish but he maintains some of those traits and it really is quite charming, if a little laughable when he flexes his muscles at you after hunting a shark.

- More perceptive than others give him credit for, I think he pays attention to many things in the environment, might smile at a bird's nest or grin when he notices a whale.

- A passionate man, will absolutely ruin the person who insults him or his S/O. He's quicker to anger than Haytham, more reckless but it's something endearing even if gets a bit too much. Shay means well.

- Loves languages of his include physical touch. He cannot keep his hands off his S/O and they often find his palm wandering down from their waist to grip their rear, which earns him a light smack on his chest but he grins and shrugs it off. Sometimes he pulls them in his lap when he's going over plans for the Morrigan. I think he's very fond of quality time as well to the point that he's ecstatic that his S/O is by his side on his ship always. Oddly enough, there are many things to do on the open sea that don't involve just steering a wheel and looking at all the pretty little fish.

- Strangely, he wears a frown in public. It could just be his resting face but it's hard to tell. You like to bring your thumb up to his brows when he's unsuspecting and massage the crease away until he realises what's happening and he lets out a small chuckle, gently batting your hands away.

- Fights many men at once and at no point does his grin ever drop. Whether it's a bar fight or when he's juggling through his weapons, he will show his enjoyment and it's really quite menacing and ridiculous at the same time.

Bonus - Poly

- Together, both men work very well. Both are deadly on their own but with Haytham's intellect and Shay's efficiency, they become their own army side by side.

- Both are considerate of their S/O, Haytham is more calm and gentle towards you and Shay, rough and energetic. They balance each other out when one becomes too much, but you enjoy their company regardless.

- It's never a tug of war between them, every thing between each of you is carefully calculated to be equal per Haytham's request. Shay might become more wanting of your company but even he knows the line not to cross.

- Come night, and the three of you are snuggled closely together. Admittedly, Haytham prefers to sleep beside only one of you but even he can't refuse having both. Shay doesn't care at all and will happily join you both together.

- Quiet kisses and hushed words of affection become a daily thing when no one is around but the three of you.

- Random little thing to point out but Haytham's ponytail is lower and Shay's is a bit higher.

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[demigoddessqueens]

Imagine Altaïr, Malik, Ezio, Haytham, Shay, Connor, and Arno trying to deal with an S/O who has befriended the local crow population.

It's cute when the crows keep bringing you small trinkets, keep using you as a perch, or follow you around all the time.

What's not quite as cute is when one day you get captured and the damn crows keep breaking into the residence and SCREAMING at your poor boyfriend. He'd be finding you right away the instant he knows something's wrong and you're hurt, and the corvids are definitely more than smart enough to help.

Oh, and when you're found? Injured? Not only are you staying right with them at all times but you're being watched by five or six sets of beady eyes all the time.

Awww! This was so cute and then got angsty then cute again!

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altair

It’s 50/50 with him, either he’s intrigued by your bird companions or annoyed they impose on moments with you

if you were ever taken from him or missing, Altair tries not to panic but feels some relief that he can track you down when the crows lead him to you

Now he appreciates their loyalty to you and how they’ve come to accept him as well. After all, he’s glad there are those who look after you when he’s not there

malik

Thought it was a bit odd at first, but it wasn’t a bother to anyone, and at least when you visited there was additional company with the birds. As long as they didn’t make a mess of things.

if anything bad happened to you or you were taken, he’s grateful for their lingering presence to signal where you are

After an incident like that, Malik now has the habit of tying notes to their legs, saying something like “whatever impulse you have that leads to trouble, think twice about that.”

ezio

Equally annoyed but intrigued about the corvids and tries to bribe them to bring him trinkets too

in the case of you being taken or missing, every eye on the ground and in the sky is able to find you safely.

Also likes to tie notes to said crows’ legs to pass along to you. Something funny, cute like “I see you.”

haytham

Is not amused at all. He thinks they’re annoying 😝

but if you were ever kidnapped or separated from him, he’s grateful that the unlikeliest allies help find you

There was a rare moment you saw him attempt to bond with them, one successfully perching on his finger

shay

He didn’t think much of your pet birds before but they were a welcomed presence on the ship during longer voyagers

the one time you were not by his side, his fiery temper almost got the best of him before your own trackers lead him down every path to find you

From there on out, he greets them like he does any other crew member. Giving them treats sometimes

Ratonhnhake:ton

He adores your birds and thinks it’s sweet they look out

however, pity the souls who try to take you away because there’s no corner they can hide in

Of course your pet crows are just naturally drawn to his calmness, always perched on his shoulders

arno

He thought it was oddly endearing that you’ve bonded with these birds, although they happen to be a bit of a nuisance

Now if you were to ever be taken from him, it’s all hands on deck

Given the amount of loss and heartbreak he’s had in life, it’s no surprise that Arno always wants you close to him and appreciates the corvids for keeping tabs on you

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[haythams-fat-nuts]

WIP

Relationship: Haytham Kenway x Templar!Reader

Tags: Somewhat fluffy smut, porn without plot

Tagging: @sangheilihoes @ladysaturnsdust @wyyvernn @bloodhaven99 (anyone else that wants to be tagged in the future just let me know!)

(Critique is welcome at this stage!) Anyways...

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You gaze down at the dashing man sprawled on the bed beneath you - your hands flat on his chest, his resting up above his head - drinking in every detail you could by the dim light in your boudoir.   Deep-set slate eyes regard you calmly, a slight smirk pulling at his features.  You weren't usually the one to be positioned atop, but here you are, straddling his hips in absolutely nothing.  Your Templar companion however, remains in just his off-white breeches, which - to your delight - do little to hide what they contain.  

The warm candlelight casts deep, long shadows from his sharp cheekbones, the strong Grecian-style nose, and those beautifully full lips.  Gods, how you loved those lips.  They were always soft and supple against yours, always smooth and plush.  Silky dark locks peppered with grey fan out across the pillow and spill over one shoulder.  The flicker of firelight reflects off the graying strands that originate over his ears, giving the impression that his long black hair is streaked with silver and steel as you card your fingers through its waves.  You run your hands appreciatively over his muscular, rounded shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch up beneath his skin whenever he lifts his hands to gently grab your hips.  Your hands continue their journey down his chest, caressing the diamond of soft dark hair that spread across his pectorals and pointed down toward his navel, where a smaller patch of hair trails beneath the waistband of his breeches. 

“What did I do to deserve you, Haytham…” you murmur dreamily, forever awed at how fortunate you were to have the Grandmaster's affection. as you plant your hands back on his chest and lean forward, softly pressing your lips to his.  He responds with a large hand on the back of your head, pulling you in for a more fervent kiss before sucking your lower lip into his mouth and grazing delicately with his teeth.  You make a small, involuntary noise and you can feel his member twitch beneath you, begging to be released from the snug confines of his trousers.  You smile against Haytham's mouth, rolling your hips so that you slowly grind yourself against his bulge, and enjoying how you can feel his breathing quicken beneath you.   You trail your tongue along his lower lip, and he happily opens his mouth to you. As you deepen the kiss, a low sound rumbles through Haytham's chest, and you can feel him continue to swell.  When you pull away his gaze follows you, a desperate look painting his face.  The Grandmaster isn't one to beg you with words, but his eyes plead with you to do more than tease him.  You decide it's time to finally begin to oblige.  

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[yasashii-leaf]

Imagine coming back from a mission being really cold; Automatically Shay and Haytham drag you in front of the fireplace for snuggles

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[kiatheinsomniac]

Hi! I’ve been really enjoying your writing recently, especially your head canons. I think you really get the essence of the characters very well. This may be a weird request (and you can tell me if so!) but I was wondering what the main Assassins (if possibly also the Templars like Shay and Haytham) would react to a Latina/Hispanic reader. I’m Hispanic myself, and I’ve found no content that fits specifically to me; I always tell myself to just write the head cannons or fanfic myself, but I feel too shy honestly, and you’d do a far better job of it than I would!

Maybe the reader fits a lot of the stereotypes (kinda like I do) – likes dancing, cooking, likes speaking a lot of Spanish all the time, is somewhat social, very feminine, etc. I wonder what the different characters would genuinely think of this personality at first meeting, or maybe in their relationship?

Again, if you don’t feel comfortable with it, that’s cool! I still love your head canons!

notes: It's not a weird request at all and I'm so happy to know that you enjoy my writing and like my characterisations! And omg never be shy about sharing your writing! I'm sure it would be amazing!

This is my first time writing a Hispanic/Latina reader (I've mostly focused on the Hispanic aspect just for you!) so I'd love feedback and/or constructive criticism! Making my readers feel represented is very important to me and I'd like to make sure that I can give you good rep! I've tried to follow your request of the reader fitting a lot of the stereotypes listed and I hope that I've done so in a respectful way!

characters: Altaïr, Ezio, Edward, Haytham, Shay, Connor, Arno, Jacob

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a l t a ï r :

As much as he's not really a social butterfly, he couldn't help but feel drawn to you before he even knew you all that well

He chalks it down to a feminine charm that you have (and your amazing and generous cooking! Though, I think it might take a bit of convincing to get him to dance with you lol)

He's very interested in your culture and shows a lot of interest on picking up Spanish seeing as you tend to speak it a lot (I can imagine he was interested in learning languages seeing as he likely spoke Arabic and Greek and probably spoke to Richard Lionheart in French) - he'll try and join you in speaking as he's going along the learning process!

I can see him as being interested to learn how to make the dishes you cook too! I think the two of you could have quite a few date nights where you both prepare dinner together of typical dishes from each other's cultures, having a little private dance around the kitchen with just the two of you with some music in the background as you teach each other the recipes.

e z i o :

I headcanon that Ezio speaks Spanish pretty well (whether fluently or not, I don't really have enough to go on) because of his communications with Maria and Aguilar as shown in AC Rebellion so he loves hearing you speak Spanish as it gives him a chance to test his skills when he speaks with you!

As a couple, you both take turns cooking and so your diets will be a mix of Mediterranean and Latin American cuisine

Being from an upper-class family, he would have head to learn courtly dances so I can 100% see Ezio as a dancer and he just loves to dance with you! You don't even need music, just a beat or a hummed melody and the two of you are dancing with each other!

I see Ezio as a very physically affectionate man and I can picture him just loving be be all cuddled up with you, maybe with you laying on his chest, while he asks you all about your home and listens with keen interest while you talk (I think he'll try and get these conversations going in Spanish too because he loves hearing you speak in it and it's a good chance for him to work on his language skills)

e d w a r d :

Edward might be Welsh but he's no stranger to this part of the world so (depending on what part of Latin America you're from) there's a chance he's experienced a bit of your culture!

He probably knows a handful of words and phrases in Spanish (just based off Spanish presence in the Caribbean in canon) but he can get a little lost when you speak it often. Does he make an effort to stop you? Absolutely not, he adores hearing you speak Spanish. Does he make an effort to learn it too? He does his best

Edward's very outgoing, no stranger to nights out and we see he likes music too so he strikes me as a dancer! Hen could dance entire nights away with you and honestly it's one of his favourite pastimes! He loves spending time with you and the way you smile as you dance is so beautiful to him, he just can't get enough!

Edward's travelled quite a bit so he loves to tell his own stories and hear other people's stories of where they've been and what they've seen so he's very eager to hear all about where you're from!

h a y t h a m :

Canonically, Haytham's fluent in Spanish (AC Forsaken) so the two of you can just weave between Spanish and English and he's not bothered in the slightest (in fact, he quite enjoys it!)

Being upper-class (and English where food in culture isn't really a big deal) I can't really picture Haytham as ever learning to cook for himself (despite a few very basic things) so please teach him how to cook the way you do because he loves everything you make!

And I can see him as the sort to try and surprise you with a romantic dinner where he's cooked all your favourites for you that you've taught him!

Haytham strikes me as the sort who studies things like History in his free time and I can see him taking up an interest in learning all about the history of your country and how things have caused your culture to develop! But, as much as he enjoys research, he likes laying down with you after a long day and just listening to your voice and it's nice to hear you excitedly talk about your home.

s h a y :

Another one who, like Edward, has travelled a bit and loves to both tell and hear stories, he wants to hear all about where you're from and what it's like for you there!

Shay isn't very familiar with Spanish (unlike French and Portuguese) but he'll make an effort to learn if you're Spanish-speaking! He's had to do it for wherever he travels to anyway so it's really nothing new for him. And if you speak Brazilian Portuguese, he'll make an effort to learn more of your language with the European Portuguese he knows as a foundation.

I can picture him as a a shy dancer but he can be convinced with some help from you! He's utterly enamoured with you and he finds you so charming that he just can't resist when you invite him to dance with you!

He enjoys your cooking and I see Shay as the sort of man who likes to cook for his partner often so he's keen to learn how to make your favourite dishes from you!

c o n n o r :

He's so quiet and reserved that you truly are a ray of sunshine for him with your sociable ways and it's honestly what draws him to you!

Like Altaïr, I can see his as a very reluctant dancer but with a lot of convincing (and when it's just the two of you) I can see him giving in and dancing with you, breaking out of his shell some and enjoying himself with you!

I'm pretty sure Connor only spoke a Native dialect and English but he likes to hear you speak Spanish a lot. He could honestly just sit with you and listen to you talk for hours, even if he can't understand you, because he just loves to watch the emotions play across your face and he'll just become lost in thoughts of how much he loves you.

He likes that you're quite sociable too because it means you can do a lot of the talking for him lol so in public he tends to follow your lead in social situations while he sticks close to your side.

a r n o :

Arno's big on the arts so if you can tell him about it, he'll love to hear all about the artists, writers, poets and music from your home country (even if he has to rely on translations)

Like Haytham, being upper-class, I can imagine it was never really important for him to learn how to cook for himself (running the café, he's learned how to bake but cooking still isn't much of a strong point) so the two of you have a sort of dynamic where you make the dinners and he makes the desserts!

He sort of treats it like a date and the two of you will be giggling and dancing around the kitchen together as you go about sorting everything out (but Arno is a very physically affectionate man and there have been instances where food has burned because he just couldn't let go of you or stop smothering you in kisses hehe)

He'll learn how to play some of your favourite songs in your mother tongue on the piano so that he can play while he hears you sing in your own language, regardless of your skill, he finds it romantic and he wants to surprise you by learning your favourite songs for you to sing along to!

j a c o b :

Thank the gods you can cook because he can't to save his life (Evie is so thankful for your skill in cooking because she no longer has to worry about Jacob burning the hideout down whenever he wants something to eat)

He does his best to learn little bits of Spanish for you and the first thing he went for was sweet nicknames for you to try and surprise you!

Like Edward, he's very outgoing and no stranger to night life so I think he could dance the night away with you. Oftentimes, he'll be hugging you, swaying you in his arms, and then he's humming a melody and the two of you are just dancing around the place together, he loves to be close to you and see the smile on your face!

I'm pretty sure it was mentioned that Jacob had never left Crawley before going to London (correct me if I'm wrong) so he could listen to you talk about where you're from forever. He laps up every single detail and asks lots of questions and he's set on going there with you one day. It's something that he often brings up because his world is just so small and yours seems so much bigger and different and he'd just love to see it with you one day!

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Hello! Your blog is great and I love it! But if I could ask, do you take AC yandere requests? If not, that's ok! If yes, can I have some headcannons for the assasin's?

Basim: Would act like he is chill at first and let you do whatever you want until you get comfortable. Then he would pout and nag you when you want to go without him or talk to someone until you give up doing something without him at all.

Yandere meter: 7/10

Eivor: Is not subtle at all. Demands you go with him everywhere otherwise there would be problems. If you refuse, he would just pick you up and take you anyways. Even if you don't talk or do anything together, he still wants you around him because he wants to know where you are.

Yandere meter: 8/10

Alexios: I imagine he is kind of the person who would kill anyone you go in contact with, watching closely,his rage slowly building up until ge goes in a fit and after he comes down from the rage he would act like nothing happened.

Yandere meter: 10/10

Bayek: In no world can I imagine Bayek being a yandere. He is just too sweet.

Yandere meter: 0/10

Altair: He would secretly watch you from far away and keep track of who you're speaking to. Women are safe but any man you speak to, even if it's he is asking for directions, he would be assasdinated shortly after. Altair would act innocent in front of you

Yandere meter: 9/10 (a hidden threat)

Ezio: He wouldn't necessarily kill for you, but would threaten and beat anyone who looks at you even in front of you and if you get angry he would use the puppy dog eyes to make you forgive him.

Yandere meter: 6/10

Connor: Would go into a rage at the thought of you leaving him. Even if you do some day, he will hunt you down to the ends of the world and bring you back.

Yandere meter: 9/10

Haytham: Would prolly just lock you in his basement and tell everyone you died tragically.

Yandere meter: 10/10

Edward: Would keep you on his ship at all times. No leaving without him. No leaving at all actually. He will bring you whatever you need but the whole time you will stay locked in his cabin with people guarding the door so you don't escape

Yandere meter: 10/10

Arno: After Elise left him, his abandonment issues skyrocketed and he will do everything to keep you. He is livid. Would be alright with becoming your slave even. Bringing you everything you want or don't want, be attached to you 24/7, insecure af and scared of doing mistakes for which he will always apologize and cry. Absolutely obsessed. Meanwhile he will be hunting down everyone you know.

Yandere meter: 10/10

Jacob: Is the type to say "Look who I ran into today" with an evil grin and throw the head of your high school crush or colleague at your feet.

Yandere meter: 10/10

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