#shay cormac x haytham kenway fanfic

[gococogo]

Congrates on 100 follows. Would i be able to suggest a shaytham fic with a sappy but angsty vibe with the prompts,

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

"You said you wouldn't fall in love with me" "I lied"

Thank you

Prompt 4 / Shaytham

Synopsis: Shay is reckless in battle and always ends up finding himself in trouble. And so Haytham has to be the one to save him.

Word Count: 2.4K

Warning: Violence. Blood.

Notes: I combined two asks together because you guys basically asked for the same thing. So here you guys are! Finally. Enjoy!!

Canon fire deafens Haytham’s ears as a chorus of booms sounds off on the starboard side. He holds onto his tricorn with one hand and a firm, white knuckled grip on the railing in front of him as the harsh salty wind whips into his face. The Morrigan creaks and groans as her captain turns her towards the enemy ship. Canon smoke is thick in the air and it’s hard to even see where the other ship is.

But Shay steers with confidence, shouting orders with his accent thickening. On deck, Gist relays them to whomever hasn’t heard them. Even slapping a few men on the back of the head that aren’t moving quick enough. In the heat of battle, everything can go wrong on the open ocean.

Sailing with Shay, it makes Haytham wonder if this is what it would have been like with his father.  

A round of enemy canon fire are thrown across the Morrigan’s deck. Within the smoke, Haytham can make out a couple of men being thrown off the side of the ship. Wood and splinters fly up and some even come Haytham’s way. That is the least of his worries as the entire ship shakes with such force that it sends Haytham halfway across the poop deck.

He regains his footing quickly even though his head spins. His hat is somewhere that isn’t his head, but that’s the least of his worries. Shay is nowhere to be seen on deck and the enemy ship looms over the Morrigan, a dark shadow in the smoke the curls into the grey sky. Hooks and anchors connect the two ships, pulling them together. Everything happen quickly that for a split second, he’s engrossed by the size of everything.

Haytham scowls to himself as he stands to his feet, his chest constricting at the thought that Shay isn’t in his line of sight. As if he’s some child that Haytham has to look after and he’s not a grown man himself. But it wouldn’t be akin to that. No. No, something much worse that is something closer to affection.

One of the crew members from the other ship climb up and over the railing. As quick as anything, Haytham has already crossed the deck to drive his sword into the stomach of the man. With a gasp and a silent cry, Haytham pushes him back over the side of the ship into the warm River Valley water.

The canon smoke begins to disperse and Haytham is able to see the pure chaos that has erupted on deck. Shay’s crew fight with tooth and sword, clashing and fending themselves against their attackers. He spots Gist in the mist of it all, his hat blown off somewhere. His wet hair flings into his face as he fights but he can’t let that get in his way when his life is on the lines.  

A scrawny man comes rushing up the stairs to Haytham, his teeth all black and missing. He strikes with a machete but misses enterally and swings again. This time Haytham meets his own sword with his blade and throws the scrawny man off balance. His sword to his neck is what sends the scrawny man tumbling back down the stairs.

He almost feels sorry for Shay’s deck. That blood is going to take some scrubbing to get out.

Gunshots pierce through the already tense air and Haytham’s head whips towards the commotion. Near the front of the Morrigan, Shay holds onto a man by the nape of his coat. The man tries to scramble away and kick and thrash, only for all of it to end with a hidden blade in his chest. Shay throws him aside without a second thought, advancing onto the next.

Shay takes down two more men, one with his hidden blade, the other with a bullet through the liver. All done in quick succession that Haytham can’t seem to draw his eyes away. He can pick up the assassin training still burnt into his muscles and bones. How he moves. How he’s light on his feet even for a six foot man.

But even trained assassins make mistakes sometimes. Shay turns too slowly towards his next target. The man’s knife stabs straight into his shoulder, snarling into the captain’s face. He pushes Shay back, twisting and driving the knife in deeper. Shay shouts loudly, trying to push the other off but to no avail. They tussle and try to overthrow the other until the hefty man decides enough is enough, and throws both of them over the side of the Morrigan.

Haytham moves quick, slashing and driving his sword into any man that isn’t of the Morrigan’s. He pushes a man aside, uncaring who they are as he finally reaches the side of the ship. He looks over, almost hauling himself over at how desperate he’s moving. His heart is in his in his throat and it hammers loudly within his ears. He finds himself not thinking straight as he looks down.

And holding on by one of the canon windows is Shay. He meets eyes with Haytham and can’t help but smile up to him. Haytham can only frown though, his heart still racing in his chest. What an idiot. An absolute fool! Haytham scowls to himself before pushing off the railing. He goes to speak to Shay, but instead pushes his way through the crowd once more to get to the lower decks. All to save this man from falling into the River Valley himself.

-

By the time Haytham is able to drag Shay back aboard and make sure he is uninjured, the fighting above has all but subsided. Gist’s voice can be heard barking and snapping orders around to the crew, telling them to tie up the ones they’ve captured and to throw the dead overboard. Not their dead though, the Morrigan’s dead will be given a proper funeral before being cast over to the sea.

The knife still sticks out of the Irishman’s shoulder as he sits within the confines of his quarters with the ship medic. He’s a large burly man that goes by the name, Cassidy. For a man his size, his fingers are nimble as they get to work. Haytham flinches inwardly as the knife is pulled from Shay’s shoulder.

The butcher has Shay sitting in front of his war map table. Everything that was displayed has been put aside to make room for the medical supplies. His coat and shirt are quickly torn down to his waist as soon as the knife is out. Shay’s face is screwed up in pain, but he holds his tongue. Only because Haytham stands on the other side of the table with his arms crossed over his chest. A deep-set frown on his feature that is akin to a disappointed parent.

Shay tries his best to avoid looking in the direction of the Grandmaster. But he can’t help himself. Even through his squinted and scowled ridden face, he peers in Haytham’s direction. Shay will have to admit to himself, he’s never seen the man so terrified in his life. That the expression that he saw plain as day on the Grandmaster’s face, an expression that has truly sent a pit of something heavy deep within his chest that flutters every so often.

When the first stitch goes through, a deep groan escapes Shay’s throat. He squeezes his eyes shut, hoping that Cassidy works quickly so this is over and done with. When he opens his eyes again, a short glass of golden whiskey is being held out to him. He stares at it a moment, looking up at the owner of the hand even though he knows who stands before him.

How long was he holding himself still for? Long enough for Haytham to pour him a drink?

Haytham raises a brow, as if asking if he even wants it. Shay takes it with some urgency and downs it in one go. Haytham watches him grimaces at the burn of the whiskey with a satisfied look before moving away to pour a second glass. This one he takes himself. A need to try and calm his still bristling nerves that buzz under his skin. He pours a third, handing this one out to Shay again. And like before, the Irishman downs it in one go. Haytham moves off satisfied.

The whiskey seems to dull the pull and poke of the needle and stitches but a few groans still escape Shay’s mouth. Haytham can’t seem to drag his eyes away from the other man. Hair a mess, skin bruised and battered with the strong smell of sweat and blood in the air.

Cassidy bites the last stitch off and wipes his bloody mouth with the back of his hand. It isn’t sanitary in the slightest, but he guesses it will do with the rest of the golden whiskey being poured over the wound. Shay bites back a yowl deep within his throat, his eyes looking as if they’re about to pop out of their sockets. He sits back in the chair heavily, pushing Cassidy’s hand away with the whiskey. The butcher looks to him with a glare before drawing the last mouthful of whiskey left out of the bottle.

“I know you won’t listen to me you buffoon,” Cassidy starts as he stands. “but don’t put any strain on those stitches,” he scowls.

“Aye, aye,” Shay mocks.

Cassidy rolls his eyes as he packs up his things. He leaves the cabin with a short nod towards Haytham, bidding him fair well. Haytham looks back to Shay who shrugs on his shirt with a wince. There’s something on Shay’s mind. His gaze a far and anywhere but here.

“That was foolish of you,” Haytham comments.

The words don’t seem to register with Shay until a few passing moments later. His brown eyes land on Haytham with a raised brow and slight hum coming from his lips. He catches the Grandmaster’s gaze flickering down to his gut where his stomach is still exposed. It’s only for a moment, but he catches it all the same.

“Getting stabbed?” Shay asks.

“Letting your guard down,” Haytham corrects with a flick of his finger.

He moves around the table to Shay and leans down slightly so that he can undo the last button of his vest. He takes it off Shay without a word, patting it down before holding an arm out to him. Shay eyes him, as if something clicking behind those dark eyes. He takes the gesture, placing one arm through the hole as Haytham helps him dress again.

It silent for a moment as Shay does up the buttons to his vest. Haytham finds himself watching, making sure that the captain is decent again. Or maybe he wants to make sure that Shay is able to do it just fine. When Shay does up the last button, he finally moves off with a satisfied nod.

“You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me,” Shay says abruptly.

Haytham movements pause for a moment, his eyes distancing themselves for a second before refocusing back down on Shay. The Irishman looks up to him, a scarred brow raised. Haytham frowns softly on the verge of disgust. But it isn’t quite that.

They talked about this months ago. About how dangerous it would be for the both of them. About how that if they did find themselves falling, they’d stop. But here Haytham is, the Grandmaster of the Templars, falling in love for a former Assassin.

“I lied,” Haytham bites back. But there’s no real maliciousness in his words.

Shay can’t help but chuckle softly, shaking his head lightly as he looks away. His cheeks blush a soft red that has Haytham wanting to reach out and touch. To see just how hot his face becomes when he turns as bright as a tomato. But instead he stands up straight, placing a hand on the table.

“We talked about this Haytham. You’re the one that talked about it,” Shay speaks firmly now. “Insisted even.”

But Haytham changes the subject, turning his back, “I’ll inform Gist that he will be taking the helm until we arrive back in New York,” Haytham walks around to the other side of the table and picks up his tricorn that he found on the deck, “You are to stay in here until you’ve healed enough,” He orders as he places his hat upon his head.

Shay clears his throat loudly causing the other man to stop in his tracks. He turns slowly, dark blue eyes filled with curiosity.

“Gist already knows what he’s doing,” Shay says as he stands. “And this is all but a nick, sir.”

He adds a roll of his shoulder which is the worst decision he could have made. He hisses in pain as he pulls the stitches, coddling his arm close to his chest. Haytham raises his brows, looking Shay up and down.

“Maybe just one night then,” Shay chuckles as he leans against the table.

“Good,” is all Haytham says. He turns again but like the perviously, is interrupted before he can even get a hand on the doorknob.

“Sir.”

Haytham turns his full attention to Shay this time, the tone of such a simple word having beckoned him. Shay walks over to his liquor cabinet and grabs out a half empty bottle of a dark golden whiskey. The strong stuff. He turns back around his heels, holding the bottle in his good arm. He looks at Haytham for a moment before snapping back to reality.

He asks a question as he wonders back over to the table, “If I asked you to stay, Haytham, would you?”

Haytham watches Shay for few heart beats. Watching him pour whiskey into one glass before placing a second on the table. The bottle hovers over the second, Shay waiting for an answer. He doesn’t like to waste good liquor.

The Grandmaster sighs a little defeated. He takes off his tricorn and places it on the table once more. Whiskey is poured into the second glass.

“If only it keeps you from heading out and tearing out your stitches,” Haytham comments lowly.

Shay holds out the glass with a smile. “Oh, I think you’re one of, if not the best distractions around.”

Haytham takes the whiskey with a grumble of, “Now don’t go pushing your luck.”

To that, Shay’s grin only grows wider.

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[writingsofanobsessedwoman]

How the Assassins (and some Templars) would be on your birthday:

Ezio Auditore

He'd likely wake you up with some morning "exercises", and take you on a stroll/ride through your favorite places

A candlelit dinner atop a building overlooking the sunset to finish the day with some fancy wine

Would give you anything you'd wanted, including but not limited to a portrait of the two of you done by Leonardo (you'd thank the little artist later)

Rose petals leading up to your room

Leonardo Da Vinci

Honestly, he's the type to just let you lead the day. Shopping? He's there with you paying for what he can. A boat ride? Of course!

Would be sweet the whole day, holding your hand with a dopey little grin as he followed you

Flowers, your favorite chocolates, art supplies if you're that way inclined

Connor Kenway

You're very special to him, and he makes you feel it on your birthday

He'd get someone to make you a cake (he tried and nearly burnt the house down in the process)

Flowers by your bedside as he woke you up with sweet kisses

He'd go to town with you if you really wanted to go

Or ride around the homestead all day and show you some beautiful places he's found

Wouldn't let you do any work for the day

He'd end it all by holding you close as he gifted you a little carved animal (your favorite), and a necklace he'd bought one day with your favorite stone set in it

Edward Kenway

Would also wake you up with "exercise"

He'd sail around with you, letting you tell him where to go

He may even let you steer the Jackdaw for a bit

You'll likely not remember much, as you'll be drunk for most of the night

Would give you all kinds of jewelry the he's obtained on his voyages

James Kidd/Mary Read

They're a romantic through and through. And extravagant

Would wake you up sweetly, but it'd turn spicy

Down to do whatever you want, be it a picnic or drinking at a pub, they're happy

Gifts would be thoughtful, plus some jewelry and the like

Shay Patrick Cormac

See morning "exercise"

A romantic, Shay would have the whole day planned out for you

He'd sail you somewhere nice, and have a home-cooked meal awaiting somewhere quiet

Would take you back to the fort for a surprise party with a small band of folk playing music

Liam O'Brien

Assuming he isn't gone off on a mission, he'd likely take you shooting with him

He'd buy you sweets and just be sweet the whole day

Would dance with you in a clearing somewhere

His gifts would probably be practical, like some new gloves or something

Haytham Kenway

Prepare to feel like royalty for a day

He'd spare no expense for your birthday

The best food, the finest imported wine, best clothing he could find, all of it's yours

Don't think about lifting a finger, either

Breakfast in bed, followed by an extravagant ball in your honor

Jacob Frye

CHAOS from the moment your eyes opened

Tried to make you breakfast, set it on fire

Takes you around London

A surprise dinner (the Rooks set it up for him) on top of Big Ben

Would get Evie to help him with some flowers

You'd end up drunk, laughing, and happy

My birthday is the 28th this month (December), so this is my gift to myself. If you want anyone added, let me know. These are all kinda short, sorry. I've got a heck of a migraine at the moment. Probably doing some for the Red Dead boys next. And yes, I used gender neutral pronouns for James/Mary. Sue me

[demigoddessqueens]

now comes later

Author’s note - this is a part 2 to this work HERE and based on prompt from @danielle-marie

Prompt: a Templar ball and Haytham gets jealous of another Templar flirting with the reader. He hasn’t confessed yet.

Summary: Haytham comes to terms with his feelings after seeing one too many eyes on you.

The three of you had arrived separately so as to not bring any attention. Under the guise of an elegant evening, you and your brother planned to meet up with Haytham and a new contact. Something about a new Templar from a prominent family being brought into the fold. Wishing you luck, Shay made his way to engage with others. Or catch the eye of these noble ladies you noted with a roll of your eyes.

As you made your way towards the mesh of the crowd, all eyes started to fall on you despite your slight fidgeting. You felt a hand on the small of your back guide you to their side. A beaming smile, bright eyes, and exquisite evening-wear followed by a handsome face.

Oh, do this must be him.

“Such a vision such as yourself….I knew you and yours would arrive tonight.”

You felt your heart hammering in your chest from nerves before the young man flashed another reassuring smile.

“Before we’re forced to talk business tonight, would you do me the honor of sharing a dance with one such as yourself?”

Before you could (eagerly) give your response, you felt a firmer grip on your shoulder take hold. Desperately. A rich voice that either broke through or added to the tension.

“Excuse me, but I do believe my other associate has been searching for you.”

You saw a flicker of emotion in the young man’s eyes as Haytham kept the steely gaze on him.

“Time is of the essence, if you please.”

The man rushed off to find Shay with a huff as you turned to face him with a grimace.

“How am I supposed to contribute anything if you kindly interfere, Haytham?”

Normally, he would chastise you for the lack of titles or decorum but the vision of you still left him speechless.

You were…gorgeous. Beautiful. If anything, Haytham felt his heart surge when you walked in. All talk has ceased and eyes were on you. Just as it should be. You were deserving of that and more, and in the smallest part of his heart, Haytham felt as if he would crack when that young man came to your side.

Would you look at him the same way? Was it too selfish to ask of you, or to have for himself? All Haytham remembers in that moment is how it felt to see another flaunting all over you. Like an ugly weight heavy on his heart.

Still, he would never say it. Not yet at least. Or ever, if he wanted to compromise everything he held for the Templars.

Shrugging it off, Haytham made his way back to the carriages.

“Do keep up Ms. Cormac. You’re still needed for the night.”

[helpyourselfwithcherrywine]

Masterlist Of Works.

Announcement: 10-1/ sorry I lost my glasses and I can't see shit. I finally got the energy to start writing and I can't see crap. This is why the letters on the masterlist are this big

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Knight in Templar Armor (Series) Modern!Haytham Kenway x Reader. Assassin's Creed

The Characters

* Chapter 1

* Chapter 2

Miscellaneous.

The Beginning of the End - Haytham Kenway x Reader

The Madonna of the Carnation.

Haytham's Journal Entry

Currently only Assassin's Creed but, I'll probably put more fics up. I still have an unfinished Loki series fic as well as OC x OC stories. Ones a noir the other is a romance-mafia POC xPOC story.

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[kiatheinsomniac]

How would the assassins/templars react to their s/o having a hidden tattoo?

a l t a ï r :

He was quite surprised, simply because you didn't strike him as the sort of person to want tattoos

It's made him consider getting an eagle one, honestly

He trusts that you could find a good artist for him

He likes to trace his fingers over it sometimes

e z i o :

He loves to trace the lines of whatever the tattoo is of, seeing the ink in your skin

He's never really been the sort to want any picture tattoos but he's been considering getting the date that you met in numerals on his wrist

A nice and simple one

During long phone calls or boring days at work, he'll doodle it on little scrap pieces of paper while he's thinking of you

It melts your heart to find them sticking out of his notebook or lying around the house

e d w a r d :

Wants to get straight to if it has a meaning or not

If not, he's cool with it

If it does have a meaning, he's all ears

And he'll tell you about all of his in return

Definitely wants to get a tattoo with you one day if you're planning on getting any more

Modern AU Edward being a tattoo artist? I see it

h a y t h a m :

He felt bad because he's spoken to you lots in the past about how he doesn't like them at all

But it just took him seeing one on someone that he loves to realise that it was silly to hold such an opinion

He likes it a lot because it's a part of what makes you you and he just adores you

Presses kisses to it when he's teasing you

s h a y :

I know he doesn't have tattoos in the games but I can 100% see modern AU Shay as someone to have a sleeve done or have a neck tattoo or something

He likes your tattoo lots!

Like Edward, he'd love to get one with you one day, matching or not, it's something he'd like to do together

c o n n o r :

Connor loves your tattoo and his face practically lit up when you showed it to him/ he found it

It was another thing that made you unique, another thing for him to memorise

He loves it

Also Connor with the tribal tattoos in the DLC >>

a r n o :

He's not the type to have tattoos but he doesn't mind them on other people

And he loves yours!

Like Ezio, he doodles it often when he's thinking of you

Oh and like Haytham, kisses it lots when teasing you, running his fingers gently against the ink

I see Arno as being quite the artist, considering his love for art so he's willing to design a tattoo for you if you ever want to get another!

j a c o b :

Proposes matching tattoos right away

Pls go get a matching tattoo with him, pls

He's been wanting an excuse to get a new one

And here you are

He'll tell you all about his tattoos and what they mean

He wants to see it a lot - his father gave him a mouthful when he got tattoos so it's nice to know that he has a partner who 100% doesn't judge him for it

[elsdaydreams]

What are the assassin's and templar's love languages? (part two)

Malik Al-Sayf, Yusuf Tazim, James Kidd/Mary Read, Haytham Kenway, Shay Patrick Cormac, Elise de la Serre, Shaun Hastings, Desmond Miles

Warnings - None.

Word Count - 1589 words.

Description - A long, drawn-out headcanon of how the assassins both give and receive love. Focused on the five love languages: acts of service, physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time, and receiving gifts - and how they pertain to each of the characters.

Authors Notes - Here is part two of the love languages headcanon! I hope this was worth the wait, I know that the first one was missing some very beloved assassins (and templars). It was very hard to separate them, but I think it was worth it, just for ease of reading. I hope you liked this one, and it was worth the week-long wait. Check out the pinned post if you haven't already, your opinion matters to me! What bonus work would you like to see next? Much love, Ella.

Part One | Part Two

Tell Malik you love him often and frequently. It brings him such relief because there's no questioning your love for him. At first, he doesn't quite say it back, not out loud. For some time, it's just an understanding that he loves you. You're not sure if he's afraid of losing you and that an admission of love means you could disappear at any moment. Simply spending quality time and repeatedly affirming your love to him are the only remedies to that. If he's reading or organizing his books, he enjoys having your company. When he finds something interesting, he'll tell you all about it. You're usually the first one he wants to tell. More often than not though, the two of you will sit across from each other, offering up little quips now and again. It might happen around this time, him telling you he loves you for the first time when you notice him staring at you when you're reading. Something about the timing of it is so unexpected, it throws you off completely. Wide-eyed staring until you blink back and realize he loves you and you love him too.

Yusuf Tazim is a professional at making sure you know you're loved by physical touch. When walking around, his hand is constantly on you, whether that means on the small of your back, or his hand wrapped in your own. Making dinner? Not without Yusuf perched directly behind you, holding on tightly. When you initiate the contact, even if it's something small, he'll make sure to extend it as long as possible. If you're not into physical touch as much, he makes a conscious effort to do it less. It's difficult because that's just how he shows his love. Your comfort matters to him though, so he'll be more subtle about it. Another way Yusuf shows love is through acts of service. Sometimes it's frightening, how easy he can read you. He knows what you'll need better than you do at least half the time and has no qualms about getting it done for you. You mention something late at night in passing, a reminder mostly for yourself, and he'll sleepily mention he's already done that for you. It's a sweet notion and takes some stress off your shoulders. It's always mutual though, because every night before bed, you make sure to set up the coffee for him.

Sharing words of affirmation with Mary Read is very important. The relationship might start with you only knowing James, and eventually as her trust in you grows, she shares parts of herself with you. To know that despite her being not entirely truthful with you from the start, that you still care deeply for her, puts her at ease. It's never quite as romantic as you think it is with her either. Whenever she says I love you, there's almost always a well-maintained smirk - especially when she's acting as James. Besides that, she also prefers to spend quality time with you. Late at night, staring up at the stars and pointing them out to you. Charting courses late at night to prepare for sailing. Sharing your interests with her is important too, and she'll plan a whole date of just things you enjoy doing. It's more often when you spend quality time together that she'll be serious with her words of affirmation, whether that be genuine praise or professions of love.

Haytham Kenway loves to give gifts. He's very thoughtful, and he's got a surprisingly good eye for things that you like. He's a very stationary man, not liking to travel much after his migration across the Atlantic. You could just be walking around shops and see something interesting and he'll catalog it as something for you. He doesn't expect much back from you - often tells you he doesn't have room for wants or frivolous things. If you are persistent, he'll give you a stern look that tells you to drop it. On rare occasions when you do find something he'll love, you can always tell you've genuinely shocked him. It makes him very soft, to see that you think of him as he thinks of you. He's also a man that needs to be reminded that you care for him. He's stoic and stubborn, and won't ask for professions. It has to be completely your idea, without him begging for it (because he won't). Haytham might not even react much at all, besides a quiet hum of approval, and a gentle return of words. It's also no surprise that he's a very private man. A requirement for his words of affirmation, and yours in return, are to keep your matters outside public view.

For Shay, he gives and receives love through physical touch. Gentle, warm touches to his cheek or forehead will send him absolutely spiraling. Likewise, his favorite place to touch you are about the same, choosing to knot his fingers into your hair or rest them against your cheek tenderly. Shay enjoys dancing together, slow and to no particular beat. Even if you're just sitting around the house together, legs lazily entwined and your hands tracing the edges and scars of his face - that to him is a day well spent. As long as you're pressed into him, moving slowly, he's content. It's also how he prefers to spend his time - with you. For someone who has moved and traveled around a lot in his lifetime, when he's with you he prefers to spend it with you. He's definitely someone I can see eager to settle by the time he's met you, and spending as much time together as possible confirmed that need for him. Of course, if you'd like to travel a bit, he wouldn't mind showing you all his favorite spots. Where his family is from, or even Paris. The time with you would be different for him, and he'd eagerly show you around.

Elise de la Serre seems incredibly aware at all times. She knows that you love her and that she loves you. It's something very logical in that it just makes sense. To know something, and to hear it said out loud are two very different things, as she'll learn. Elise would be the first to say she'd loved you, and it would've been very matter of fact if it weren't for the way her eyebrows twitched up and she pouted, just a little bit. When you had returned the sentiment, she melted a little more for you. It's not that she demands words of affirmation or says them herself very often either. It's not a doubt in her mind that you love her, and vice-versa. It's just something that when spoken aloud, has her body reacting startlingly. Elise is very put together - except with you. She has a similar reaction to when you scavenge something she'd like. Her cheeks heat up, and she can't make eye contact until she gets her blush under control. The times you give her a gift she truly loves, her assured demeanor becomes sheepish in the face of your affections. It's not something that happens often, in fact, she prefers when she makes you feel that way.

If you take the time to listen to Shaun Hastings and his historical ramblings, you'll make him the happiest man alive. Even if you don't particularly care for the details of Tudor England, taking the time to listen to him ramble on and on about it makes him feel cared for. More often than not, he's told to quiet down about his areas of expertise. To have someone listen and maybe even ask a question or two about it, it's more than he could ever ask for. That's why quality time is so important to him because he'll often do the same for you. As most humans do, he also needs to hear that you love him, or that you're proud of him. It's not something he hears often, romantically, platonically, or professionally. When you take the time to offer a kind remark, it gives him confidence in your relationship. Although, whenever he says he loves you, it's often offhandedly, probably when he's focused on something and you're nearby. I love you's are something he offers up freely, and often. Words of affirmation are important to Shaun, and when you tell him, he'll give you a quiet smile before affirming them back to you.

Preferably, Desmond Miles will spend quality time with you over everything. Adding on to that, he also adores physical touch. It's a constant reminder that you're here with him, and you're not going to leave. To walk around NYC with Des and have your hands glued together, looking at all the touristy things. Spending time at a bar when he has a night off, your arms wrapped around each other. Kiss him on the cheek at the planetarium as the stars blink around you. It doesn't really matter what you're doing, so long as you're doing it together. Even if you're spending time at his apartment, having a lazy day on the couch, if your hands are playing with his cropped hair - or even rubbing his back softly, he's perfectly happy. It's very reassuring to him, and he feels more at ease than anything. A vast difference, considering the life he had before he left home. When the two of you spend time together, he can imagine a real-life, one without all the complications his old one brings.

[ladye11e]

Deception pt 26

The conflict between the Assassins and the Templars is getting out of hand. Lies, deceit and subterfuge, now you must pick a side...

Forever tagging @geekgoddess813 @sweet-flash @ermergerd517 @i-wontgivein  @imakemyownblog  💕💕

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The full fic so far is Here.

 Instead of going straight to Templar headquarters like you were told, you decided that you would go to the Mandarin first to at least get a change of clothes, as you had left everything on the ship and Gist said he would take your belongings there for you.

The second you stepped foot in the hotel, the concierge ushered you to the front desk and waved over to the receptionist; who immediately looked terrified when he saw you, but he hesitantly came over none the less, stopping a good two feet away from you and slightly trembling.

"I-I'm dreadfully sorry miss, but Mr Cormac is no longer with us... His, erm, employer is no longer paying the bill."

Rolling your tongue in your cheek and sighing at Haythams pettiness, you tapped your fingers on the counter as you wondered what you could do about it, (apart from the obvious) then went to ask if they could call you a cab, figuring that Shay would have gone back to the Morrigan. You didn't even get the chance to open your mouth before he picked up the phone and dialled quickly, behaving somewhat more professional as you didn't blow up in his face this time.

You threw the driver an extra twenty and got him to wait as you clambered out and ran down the dock, spinning around on the spot when you got to the end, as you couldn't see Shays ship, anywhere. Pulling your phone out of your jeans pocket and hastily typing a message asking where he was, you had just managed to hit the send button when you almost jumped out of your skin, as a hand laid gently on your shoulder that made you turn around slowly.

"Connor! You're back! You scared the crap out of me."

He chuckled softly as you threw your arms around him and squeezed tightly, before slipping your phone slyly in your back pocket when you saw that the screen had lit up with a reply.

"Yes, we were later than expected as we ran into some trouble. What are you doing here? You are supposed to be on vacation?!"

"Got bored and came back early. I paid the harbourmaster to call me when he saw you coming."

Linking your arm through his when he started walking back down the pier, you mentally chided yourself for getting so distracted, that you hadn't noticed that you had run straight past the Jackdaw on your way down here.

"Well, it is a pleasant surprise to see you. Would you mind helping me with something while you are here? It involves Jacob."

Stopping in your tracks when you got to the Jackdaws ramp, you raised your eyebrow as he gazed at you hopefully, gesturing for you to come aboard the ship.

"Fiiiine. You know I can't say no when you give me those puppy dog eyes." You chuckled, following him up when he flashed you a beaming grin. "What's the matter with him now?"

He didn't say anything as you went down the steps and headed down to the sleeping quarters, but that didn't matter as you had already guessed what he wanted you to do, confirmed when he opened the door to Jacobs room, and he was busy yelling at one of the crew.

"Get away from me you prick! I'm not going to the hospital!"

You cautiously poked your head around Connor when he moved out of the way to let the now fraught crew member past him, and shook his head with a soft sigh, biting your lips together when Jacobs' eyes widened at you being there, then scowling at Connor a split second later.

"Ohhhh, I see how it is, bringing out the big guns now, are we?! Sneaky bastard. Well, it makes no odds, I'm still not going."

"Bloody hell, what happened to you!? Grope the wrong barmaid?" You jeered, trying not to laugh when he stuck his fingers up at you and slowly laid down on the bed.

"Haha. Such a comedian. No actually, got into a brawl with that asshole Templar from back home if you must know. Fuckers definitely at the top of my list now."

Grimacing as you sat down at the foot of the bed, you stared at him pointedly when he winced and held his ribs, hoping you could convince him to get checked out quickly, as you had far more important things to do than deal with his stubbornness and you were running out of time.

"Take it you didn't catch him then. Why don't you want to go to the hospital? I thought you would be well up for getting looked after by nurses."

You knew you'd instantly won when his face lit up and he gingerly got up to sitting, grabbing one of his arms to help him stand up while Connor took the other and draped it over his shoulder.

"We could just stay here, and you can be my nurse. I'm sure we can get you one of those outfits..."

"You wish." You taunted when he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, narrowing your eyes at Connor when you saw he was on the verge of bursting out laughing.

"Hey, no harm in asking. And you big guy, throwing me under the bus like this. Think we need to have a chat about the bro code."

It was you who bubbled out a chuckle this time, as Connor now looked thoroughly confused as he helped you bundle Jacob in the taxi that had been sat waiting impatiently for you.

Now that Jacob was laying on a gurney and waiting for someone to come over and see him, you took the opportunity to slip away for a moment so you could check your phone. Leaning up against the wall when you found a secluded spot, you pulled it out and unlocked it, chewing at your lip when the only message was an 'Unable to deliver' report. You hit the resend button as you hoped it was just because you had terrible signal down at the docks, but you had no such luck as after only a few seconds, the same message pinged back again, making your brow crease into a deep frown.

Wandering back as you ran all of the possible scenarios that could have happened in your head, from Haytham sending someone out to kill Shay off, (least likely) to he had been sent out on another mission, (most likely) you saw that you now had the chance to leave, when you noticed that Jacob had been moved to a room, and was not at all happy that he was being attended to by a doctor who could easily pass for his grandparent. Poking your head around the door and nodding your head to Connor; who seemed relieved that he had gotten an excuse to leave for a moment, you pulled him to one side so you could talk to him.

"Everything okay now? I really need to go, got a few things planned."

"Yes. Thank you (name), I couldn't have done it without you. I shall see you on Monday?"

Giving him a thumbs up as you pace walked out of the hospital, you broke out into a sprint when you got outside and pushed in front of a businessman who was at the front of the queue in the taxi ranks, stealing his cab and slamming the door shut to cut off his ranting at you. You slumped back in the seat and stared at the floor after giving instructions to the driver, to take you to the one place where you might get some answers about what the hell was going on.

Pacing in front of Haythams door as it sounded like he was on the phone, you began to wonder if being here was actually a good idea, or if it would make the situation worse. It had been a couple of days since the, 'incident', but by the sounds of it, he was still in a terrible mood, given by how much he was yelling to whoever he was talking to, before slamming the receiver down harshly. Pulling yourself straight, you knocked on the door loudly, figuring the sooner you got this done, the better.

"Oh for the love of god! Now what?! Come in!"

You walked in confidently and took your usual seat, ignoring his glare while you glanced over at him to take stock of his injuries. Black eye, slumped shoulder; which probably meant he had dislocated it but was too stubborn to wear a sling, and his hands were bruised and scabbed over. Not as bad as you had initially thought.

"What are you doing here? I have no desire to speak to you." He growled, pulling his keyboard towards him and typing slowly, which was apparently a pretence to make himself look busy.

"Oh don't be so grumpy. It doesn't suit you."

"I have every right to be! I had to cancel several important meetings because I was in no condition to go, and I haven't slept in two days because of the pain in my shoulder no thanks to you!"

You bit your tongue and took a deep breath so you didn't blurt out what you wanted to say, because as much as you would love to wind him up right now, you knew that it would only aggravate him more, completely the opposite of what you came here to do. Your only hope what that you could make him see reason before he threw you out and, you could find out where Shay was.

"Haytham. I didn't punch you, nor did I ask you to do what you did. I tried to stop it, remember? If anyone has the right to be annoyed, it's me after that promiscuous comment."

Raising your eyebrow when a glimmer of guilt washed over his face, you soon replaced it with a frown when it didn't last long, and he gave up pretending to type, slumping back in his chair and sulking.

"Alright, I might have gone over the top with that, but you have played me for a fool. And that I don't appreciate. I thought we had something, that you were mine."

Sighing as you slowly got up out of your chair; your skin prickling at the way he said, mine, in complete contrast from when Shay had said it to you, you walked over to the other side of the desk and perched on the edge of it right next to him, swallowing hard as he lay his hand on your knee and stared at his keyboard.

"I don't belong to anyone. I'm not some sort of property that can be passed around like the way you do with your lackeys. I do what I want, when I want. I thought I made that clear."

"Oh, that's abundantly clear now after your little escapade in my elevator. My dear. Now, if you would please leave, I have a lot of work to do."

Almost stumbling over as he pushed you off the desk so he could get to his computer, you turned your back to him and stared out of the window instead of leaving, knowing that there was no way you could go without fixing this. Trying to appeal to his rational side hadn't worked, threatening him definitely wouldn't get you anywhere, so that left just one thing...

Closing your eyes briefly and whispering, forgive me... under your breath, you turned around and quickly spun Haythams chair, so he was now facing you, leaning over and crashing your lips against his. He just sat there for a moment in a state of shock, unmoving until you went to pull away, but you were stopped by him eventually returning the kiss, weaving his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. You tried not to flinch when he grabbed your hand and pressed it over his already throbbing erection; making your fingers squeeze tightly around it, but he obviously noticed, as he suddenly pulled away and narrowed his eyes at you slightly.

You gasped, and your gaze snapped to the side when you heard a loud knocking at the door, sliding off him and under the desk with lightning speed when he rolled his chair back a few inches, just managing to conceal yourself as whoever it was burst into the room.

"Ya wanted to see me? Sir?!" Shay spat, making your eyes widen and push yourself up into the corner of the space you were in, holding your breath.

Now. As far as you could see, you only had two options. One, reveal yourself, salvage your relationship with Haytham and save your mission, but lose Shay forever in the process. Or secondly, stay hidden, and somehow communicate with Haytham and beg him not to say anything, but throw away the last six years of your work. This was the only loyalty you had left to the assassins, but that had been completely thrown out the window when you had made the decision to bed your target. Technically you had already done the first part by actually locating Shay, but there was no way you could do your second task. Not now, not ever. So many lies, so much betrayal, you barely knew where you stood anymore. You would have been banging your head on the desk, if not for the predicament you were in. Making your decision quickly when you could hear Haytham chuckling at Shay; most likely getting ready to out you, you leant forward and grabbed his hand, squeezing it firmly in hopes that he would look down.

You snapped your hand back when he kicked his chair further back from the desk and pressed his fingers together, tapping them on his lips as his gaze dropped to his keyboard in front of him, so he was now able to see you without it being evident at what he was staring at. Looking up with pleading eyes when you realised what he was doing, you lowered your head somberly when he got up out of his chair now that he was able and walked around to the other side of his desk, presumably sitting on it judging by the creaking above you.

"Yes. I wanted to speak to you about (name)."

Well, this is it then. Everything was blown to bits. At that moment in time, you were incredibly thankful that you couldn't get angry, as you were already imagining how Haythams eyeballs would look on a cocktail stick. Getting ready to clamber up and face the music, you stopped in your tracks, and your jaw dropped as Haytham continued, not moving a muscle so you didn't miss a word.

"You had better not hurt her Shay. Or I swear to god the last thing you will ever see is the end of my blade. Do not make the mistake of thinking that you are the only one who cares about her. I know your type, dismissing people whenever they are no longer useful, or you become bored of them."

"Ha! Beggin' ya pardon, Sir. But you don't know fuck all about me. Sir. You knew... You saw how I felt about her, but you still did what you wanted anyway. YOU should be damned grateful I didn't cut ya down after you used her like that!"

"I did nothing of the sort!!"

You winced when you could tell this was escalating quickly, most likely ending up in another brawl, and then you would really be screwed. In any normal situation, you would feel pretty damned smug that two men were still fighting over you, but as ever, there was nothing normal about this. Your ears pricked up after a few more threats to each other, the conversation changing to something that made you extremely confused.

"I know you kept those recordings, as soon as I find proof, that's it. Threaten, blackmail me all ya want, but you're puttin' (name) in danger, an that you're not gettin' away with."

"Shay. I have no idea what you are talking about. I can see we are getting nowhere, so I suggest you go. Now."

"Aye, I am. Didn't have time for this anyway with ya booting me out the hotel, and then havin' to run away an hide from them assassins down at the docks. I'm sick of this shit."

Sitting there and staring at the floor, even after you heard the door slam, you wracked your brain to try and figure out what Shay was talking about, until Haytham dropped back down in his chair with a heavy sigh and rubbed his temples.

"He has gone, you can come out now."

Slowly clambering up and sitting on the edge of the desk again, you stared out into space not knowing what to say, until Haytham leaned over and slid you across the wood; stopping when you were directly in front of him, tapping his chin and his eyes flickering over you in trying to read your expression.

"You almost had me fooled."

"Haytham... I- "

You were cut off by him raising his finger and his steel eyes boring into yours in a battle of wills as it were, neither of you looking away for several moments, the air between you so thick with tension you could have cut it with a knife.

"You have never been able to deceive me (name), although I must say you have gotten better at it. Not quite as good as myself though. You love him. Don't you?"

Your lips parted as you attempted to reply, but nothing came out, not even a whisper. So you closed them and swallowed hard before trying again, Haytham smirking to himself as the same outcome occurred, your face mimicking that of a dying fish.

"I see. As much as you think of me, I am not a complete bastard. What you were willing to do, to gain back my favour speaks volumes, and hasn't gone unnoticed I assure you. For that, I won't make you jump through hoops to regain my confidence like I usually would."

"Thank you?" You whispered, with as much sincerity as you could muster at this moment in time.

"I hope you realise what you are getting yourself into (name). There is a reason Shay had to fake his death, there is a lot of red in his ledger."

The corner of your mouth twitched as you knew you had one up on him, after spending months researching every little scrap of information that the assassins could gather on this so-called 'hunter'. You knew precisely why Shay had fabricated his death. He was the one who had managed to track down Duncan Walpole and kill him, along with any other assassin who threatened to hurt innocent people, and even though no one had ever been able to catch him, he had drawn far too much attention to himself in the process. The only thing that you hadn't found out was that was an assassin before, and what happened to make him change sides, but that didn't really matter now.

"I am well aware of what I'm getting myself into Haytham. The difference between him and you? That he is sorry for the things he's done, he feels remorse."

"Is that so?" He grumbled irritably, drumming his fingers together as he looked deep in thought for several moments. "As an apology for the, promiscuous comment, I shall allow Shay to have his room back at the hotel. You may go."

Sliding off the desk with your eyebrows raised and slowly walking to the door, you lay your hand on the knob and hovered there for a moment, knowing you shouldn't push your luck, but you couldn't help it. You had to try.

"Haytham, Shay said something about recordings?..."

"Leave. Now. Unless you wish for me to reconsider my generosity?"

Shaking your head and leaving as quickly as you could, you groaned and rubbed your face harshly after smacking the elevator button, already scheming a way to find out what he was hiding.

[thero0ks]

Masterlist

A list of all of the fics I’ve wrote, so you don’t have to scroll through my blog to find them.

I take SFW and NSFW requests. Just send me an ask, or message me. I’m also always happy to chat! 

If you want to be added to the tag list, just comment on one of the stories, message me, or send me an ask :D

Assassins Creed:

Altair:

Desmond:

In Our Next Life: https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/639072276492566528/in-our-next-life-desmond-miles

Ezio:

Frozen Buildings:

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/620035800690819072/frozen-buildings-ezio-auditore

Connor:

Bonfire Night: https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/620470329803931648/bonfire-night-connor-kenwayratohnhak%C3%A9ton-modern

Study Hall: https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/188217664511/study-hall-modern-au-connor-kenway

Haytham:

The Courier: https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/636982217494724608/the-courier-haytham-kenway-x-reader-the-leather

Consequences: https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/185890817836/consequences-haytham-kenway

Shay:

Like a Son: https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/188269587151/like-a-son-shay-cormac

Confessions on the Sea:

 https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/185774996631/confessions-on-the-sea

In The Flesh: https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/638080842045014016/in-the-flesh-shay-cormac

Arno:

Broken Dishes:

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/639274126665809920/broken-dishes-arno-dorian

Jacob:

A Rose From Starrick’s Garden:

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/617296517826510848/a-rose-from-starricks-garden

Train Cars & Letters (Part 2 of A Rose From Starrick’s Garden):

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/637511644496510977/train-cars-letters-jacob-frye-a-rose-from

A Decade of Loneliness:

 https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/637801458332565504/decade-of-loneliness-jacob-frye

Tea Talk: https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/188028925416/tea-talk-jacob-frye

London Fog: https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/185801053341/london-fog

Alexios:

The Weaver: https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/187746648751/the-weaver

Carnations and Constellations NSFW: 

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/637233475364306944/carnations-and-constellations-deimos-alexios

Complicated Friendships (Shay or Haytham)

Part 1: https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/188016855601/complicated-friendships-haytham-or-shay

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Attack on Titan:

Invisible Strings Masterlist Link NSFW! (Marco x Reiner x Jean x Bertholdt): 

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/653467103780864000/invisible-strings-masterlist

Miche Zacharius/MikeZacharias:

Fanfics and Coffee Shops Slight NSFW!:

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/642750205264068608/fanfics-coffee-shops-mike-zacharias 

Like Gin & Dewdrops:

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/642674967707860992/like-gin-dewdrops-mike-zacharias

Just the Fools in Love with Her Slight NSFW!:

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/642674827246927872/just-the-fools-in-love-with-her

The Ghost of You:

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/644835102066704384/the-ghost-of-you-miche-zacharius 

In this Life and In the Next NSFW!:

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/643849342455857152/in-this-life-and-in-the-next

Revealing Light NSFW!:

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/647018711186833408/hey-i-was-wondering-if-i-could-request-a-nsfw

Erwin Smith:

Would You Want to Start Tonight? NSFW!:

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/642840973198622720/would-you-want-to-start-tonight-erwin-smith

Couldn’t Utter My Love When It Counted (Request):

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thero0ks/685543331593322496?source=share

Reiner Braun:

Anything For You:

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/643756534192652288/anything-for-you-reiner-braun

My Most Treasured Items:

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/644213498532020224/my-most-treasured-items

Reiner Headcanons:

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/645049499387035649/random-reiner-headcanons

Bertholdt Hoover:

It’s Going to Rain NSFW!:

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/645213400183554048/its-going-to-rain-bertholdt-hoover-nsfw

Jean Kirstein:

505 NSFW!:

https://thero0ks.tumblr.com/post/645886706721144832/505-nsfw

[gococogo]

Shaytham + " please" for the milestone prompt? 🙏 👀 and congrats!! I absolutely adore your fics!!!

Prompt 7 | Shaytham

Synopsis: Haytham enjoys seeing the Captain of the Morrigan come undone

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Violence. Roughness. Biting. Marking. Grinding. Begging.

Note: This is the last fic of the Lil Milestone Event!! Thank you everyone for sending in requests and I do apologize just how long it took me to spit all these out. Life has been very stressful and this year has taken quite a turn haha. I hope you enjoy this last fic!!!

The Morrigan groans as mortar fire crashes down around her like shooting stars falling from the heavens. One tears through the main sails and ropes snap apart like thunder, slashing across men’s chest and face. Some come out unharmed while some others are less fortunate and thrown backwards into the churning, cold sea. Shay Cormac grinds his teeth as he veers the Morrigan to port so that her cannons are facing the fort. The one that bears it teeth at them with its mortars and cannons.

“FIRE!” Shay cries out above all the chaos.

The boom of the cannons rings in his ear as the ship groans under the pressure. She’ll take it. She always does. The cannon balls hit their mark and a fort tower falls, crumbling into the sea below in a foam of white and blue. The satisfied swell that rises in him is quickly shut down as the destroyed stone reminds him of an all too familiar memory. He looks away, pushing it down and locking it away. He can’t get distracted, not now. Now while his men need him.

It’s not until now, snapping out of the trance he gets lost into that he notices Haytham. The Grandmaster is crouched down behind the railing, holding on for dear life all while holding onto his hat. It’s almost a humorous sight if it wasn’t for Haytham glaring daggers his way. It’s an expression that brings Shay back to himself. Reminding him of why he’s here. Why they’ve travelled so far up the River Valley to take on the fort with the foreshadow of losing men or even themselves.

Shay brings the Morrigan around again, facing her starboard side this time to the fort. Another volley of cannon balls are fired out with the sound of his booming voice shouting the order to do so. This time, only half of them hit their mark. Some strike the mountainous rock behind the fort and others in the water. Shay curses, shouting out to his men once more to reload the cannons as quick as possible. They’ll get this done. The fort will fall today!

With four more rounds of cannon fire and some quick thinking on Shay’s part, the fort groans in ache as the last of her mortars are destroyed. But the fight is far from over. Shay knows that all too well. Docking the Morrigan is a difficult challenge. Survivors of the fort fire their rifles and muskets toward the Morrigan as she docks. They hide behind the rubble of the fort, ducking in and out like groundhogs when they come out to yip before disappearing again.

Before Shay can race into battle, Haytham is quick to grab at his shoulder and drag him to face is intense stare. “We’ll go around the side of the fort! Up to the top!” He bellow over the retuning gunfire of Shy’s crew. “It’ll be quicker to get to the war room that way!”

Shay’s dark brown eyes dart up to the fort, quickly accessing the way up. “Lead the way,” he grins.

Shay doesn’t hesitate to follow his Grandmaster up and over the side of the Morrigan. Gist is quick to clear the way for the two, a bullet shooting one man clean through the eye. Shay praises his first mate under his breath, but doesn’t let himself get too distracted as he follows Haytham up the side of the fort.

The stone walls would normally be impossible to scale up. But with half of the tone tumbled and destroyed, it’s easy to get a grip on stone and bricks that jut out. Haytham rises to the top first and offers a hand down to Shay. He takes it eagerly, letting Haytham help him up over the ledge.

Shay spots the war room easily. It’s just a hop and skip away to their left. The only thing in the way is a guard staring down his rifle at the two in his watch tower. Shay pushes Haytham away as the rifle cracks. The bullet pierces through the collar of Shay’s coat. Too close to call.

The Irishman is quick to pull is own gun on the guard. He can see the fear in the white’s of the man’s eyes before Shay pulls the trigger. He dead before he even hits the ground. Shay swallows thickly as he sets his gun back into it’s holster. He stares at the guard tower, where the man lays dead. Haytham brushes a hand over his elbow, snapping him from his oncoming thoughts.

“On with it,” Haytham snaps.

Getting to the war room is easy enough. It’s the man inside that has both Templars stopping just inside the door. A man armed with two swords grins at them. Shay draws his own, ready for the fight.

But Haytham rolls his eyes. And as the man charges with a vicious shout. He clashes swords with Shay quicker than either Templar would have liked. Shay is pushed back against the door, a fist smashing against his mouth. More taunting than anything else. Shay’s eyes widen with a fierceness akin to bloodlust. But he doesn’t get the sweet taste of killing the man or even hurting him a little.

The man barks out a choked cry as Haytham’s sword is thrust through his back. The tip sticks out of his chest, glinting at Shay. The Grandmaster doesn’t waste time to push the man off of his sword and down onto the ground. He has better things to do than to bother about a man that he doesn’t even know.  

“I do hate the theatrics some men possess,” Haytham drawls out as he reloads his gun.

“What about mine?” Shay asks.

His Grandmaster quirks an eyebrow his way with a frown on his lips. He points his bloody sword towards him. “I tolerate you on good days,” he quips out darkly.

But Shay grins at that as he sheathes his sword. Haytham returns his antics with the slightest of a smile before turning towards the war room’s desk. He’s quick to look over the many papers and reports spread out on the wooden table. He plucks up three pieces of paper before rolling them up in his hand. Tucking them under his arm, he deems this mission a success with a curt nod of his head.

His dark blue eyes land upon Shay’s lip and the cut that bleeds slowly. He steps around the desk and Shay stays where he is, watching Haytham with a curiosity. His Grandmaster swipes a thumb at the blood on his lip, pondering a thought to himself before wiping it on the front of Shay’s coat. Shay watches him intensely, leaning forward a bit as his chest tightens. But Haytham hums to himself, as if satisfied before passing Shay.

“Let’s get out of here,” Haytham concludes.

And Shay follows like some lost pup.

-

Shay unfolds the papers out over his fleet reports for Haytham, letting the Grandmaster look over them first. He hums in satisfaction, his eyes flicking over the coordinates and the set dates for each cargo ship. Shay sits down in his chair with a groan, his face aching every time he clicks his jaw. He tries to get that right spot, but no matter what he does nothing works. The pops of his jaw are loud in the quiet cabin and slowly, they draw the attention of the Grandmaster.

He stops immediately. Instead he leans over the table to pick up a half empty bottle of whiskey without a word. He flicks the top off and he draws over two glasses near him as well. Haytham watches with interest as both glasses are poured with the golden liquid. Shay pushes one glass over to Haytham before he leans back in the chair and nurses his own.

Haytham takes it as his gaze returns back to the reports. Shay tries to make sense of them, his eyes skimming over the words. But he has never been a strong reader having lived on the streets nearly his entire life. Liam tried to teach him, but it took forever to crack it into his brain. He can read per say, it’s just that Gist normally takes over to make things go quicker. It always brings a bound of shame within his chest that makes him angry and frustrated at no one but himself.

“So was all this worth it for the papers?” Shay asks.

“Yes,” Haytham quickly answers. “Routes of their trade and cargo. Supplies we can obtain to keep out of their hands.”

Why his Grandmaster needs these supplies? He won’t ask any further right now. He doesn’t feel all too chatty after having bellowed his throat raw on deck. He clears his throat, feeling the painful scratchiness that only the whiskey seems to smooth over for a few seconds. So he fills his glass once more for that few seconds of relief.

Shay looks to Haytham deep in thought. Wondering what plans and other whatnots are going on up in that head of his. Has he already thought of a plan to take the Morrigan out to intercept these ships? Does he know that they’ll have to stop somewhere to repair the old girl?

Haytham catches him staring, meeting Shay with a raised brow. The Irishman only smiles as he takes another swig of his drink. He pops his jaw again.

“Are you here to distract me?” Haytham asks.

Shay looks around dramatically, suddenly sitting up right in the chair. “Last time I checked this was my quarters,” he remarks cockily.

Suddenly, Haytham’s hand comes to Shay’s thigh, squeezing lightly. He leans over into the Irishman’s space, his eyes on his lips the entire time. Hooded, dark and filled with ill intent.

“And what makes you think I can’t just make you leave?” Haytham asks lowly.

Shay swallows deeply. The adrenaline of the battle hasn’t fully worn off yet and he will admit he is a bit riled up. Shay licks his dry lips and bites it lightly, not missing that Haytham’s gaze watch the action. His Grandmaster must be feeling the same.  

“Because you enjoy my charismatic comments too much,” Shay grins around the lip of the glass before he takes another swig.

Haytham takes the glass from Shay to down the rest of the amber liquid. He sets the glass aside, forgetting about the fleet report for the moment to capture the Irishman’s busted lip in a deep kiss. Shay’s hands are quick to grab a hold of Haytham, unclasping clips and buckles. He doesn’t hesitate to try and get these stupid bulky clothes off of the man. They always hide the Grandmaster’s body and it always annoys Shay to no end. His heavy cloak falls to the floor, his coat coming off shortly after.

Haytham breaks the kiss to bring Shay out of the chair to his feet roughly with his hands fisted into the front of his coat. Shay grins wildly as he’s spun around to be thrown atop of the table. Neither of them care about he many papers and reports that litter the table top. Some of them are pushed aside and they shower to the floor.

None of them take notice as Shay’s groans fill the quarters as Haytham kneads a palm roughly to his groin. It’s a delicious sound that has Haytham palming more to milk them out of the man under him. Shay’s hip rut up into his hand, trying to get more friction than he’s being given. But Haytham stops all together.

“Please,” Shay breathes out.

Haytham hums at that, loving the view before him. Knowing he can have Shay like this at a simple touch. It’s almost intoxicating. He’s quick to undo Shay’s belt and throws it aside without a care. He pushes the man’s vest and shirt up his torso to reveal the body that’s been made with years of hard work and discipline. Haytham’s runs his hands over Shay’s hard stomach, earning him a shaky exhale from him. Beautiful.

“Hmm?” Haytham finally questions.

“Please, I need you,” Shay whines out.

That commanding Captain that was once on deck is gone for the moment. He looks to Haytham with only want and need. Begging for his Grandmaster to do something, anything.

So, Haytham gives him something. He leans forward to plant a kiss to the man’s stomach. His skin is salty with sweat and he can taste gunpowder on him as well. He kiss and laps at his skin all the same, sucking and biting lightly to hitch those noises from Shay’s busted lips. Haytham hooks his fingers into the hem of Shay’s pants as he ventures lower into the man’s snail trail. He bites lightly at the v of the man’s torso, Shay’s hips bucking up lightly with a groan from his throat.

Haytham grins into his pale skin before pulling his pants down to his knees in one swift movement. Shay’s cock is already hard and red. Haytham doesn’t mind it though, he stands up to lean over Shay. He towers over Shay to grab his face so that the man’s dark brown gaze is looking at him and only him. He wedges himself in between Shay’s thighs so that the only touch he’s receiving is the harsh friction of his closing.

He closes the gap to kiss Shay deeply, his tongue invading his mouth to taste the cheap whiskey. Shay moans into the kiss, his hips rutting upwards into Haytham’s crotch to try and earn himself some friction. But a firm hand on his hip holds him down, a thumb digging painfully into the soft skin.

Haytham breaks the kiss to only mouth at Shay’s prickly jaw. He ventures downwards, biting and kissing the Irishman’s neck, collarbones, chest and back down his stomach. Leaving purple and red marks of different shades. And with each one Shay whines and groans, his hooded eyes watching Haytham in a haze.

“Please,” Shay breathes out again, quieter this time.

Haytham smiles as he hovers over the man’s half hard cock. His deep blue eyes look to Shay with adoration. Only because Shay asked so nicely. He does love it when his best man begs like this. It just as delicious as he tastes.

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[gococogo]

✩Lil' Milestone Masterlist✩

As said in the title, this is just a small lil' masterlist for all the fics I wrote for said event. Just to make things easier in finding them since there were so many haha

✯Prompt 1: Destiel - "I've missed your touch/Just like me promised"

Word Count: 2.9K

Synopsis: Dean has been out on a hunt for over a month and hasn't called Cas at all. He's still getting use to this whole fucking an angel thing.

✯Prompt 2: SilverV - "You blush so beautifully"

Word Count: 1.3K

Synopsis: Johnny has come to a realization that he likes how the merc blushes more than he thought.

✯Prompt 3: Haytham Kenway/Male Reader - "I've missed your touch"

Word Count: 2.2K

Synopsis: You've been away for far too long and you come back realizing that Haytham wants you more than you realize.

✯Prompt 4: Shaytham - "If I asked you to stay, would you?/You said wouldn't fall in love with me. I lied"

Word Count: 2.4K

Synopsis: Shay is reckless in battle and always ends up finding himself in trouble. And so Haytham has to be the one to save him.

✯Prompt 5: Sambucky - "Another nightmare?/Can I kiss you?"

Word Count: 1.8K

Synopsis: Bucky wakes from a nightmare and Sam is there to help him through it.

✯Prompt 6: Crossroads Demon Dean/Male Reader - "Take it off/Are you afraid of me?"

Word Count: 3.7K

Synopsis: You finally bring yourself to summon a crossroads demon to strike a deal. But you quickly find out that this crossroads demon does things a lil differently to seal a deal.

✯Prompt 7: Shaytham - "Please."

Word Count: 2.3K

Synopsis: Haytham enjoys seeing the Captain of the Morrigan come undone

[demigoddessqueens]

I love haytham so much. Please could I request a oneshot of the reader being shays sister and inducted into the Templar at the order at the same time and used to be an assassin as well. As soon as she meets haytham she starts to have a crush but doesn’t think he’ll be interested in her romantically ever but a few meetings later he all of a sudden asks her to go to ball with him as he finds her intriguing. Please could it be quite fluffy, thank you and have a great day 💙

Sure thing!

Oh Haytham, how you deny your feelings

He had been watching you for the time, keeping a keen interest in your tactical skills and knowledge of the Brotherhood. At least, that’s what Haytham kept rationalizing to himself.

Always the ever cold and calculating man, Haytham was dedicated to his life’s work for the Templar Order. There was a time when he let those ivory walls down for one, but clearly something as precious was never meant to be his again.

Yet how could he have been so blind?? And by curiosity no less!! Yes, he knew you were Cormac’s sister. Found abandoned and inducted into the Templars the same night as Shay was, and he was so drawn to you. Just as similar as your brother, yet a scathing personality of your own. The quick glances shot his way were not lost on Haytham.

He couldn’t deny the budding interest for you, but you thought otherwise. Any moment you wanted to spend with him was met with the basic cold politeness that was given to everyone. It wouldn’t hurt so much if you didn’t have this longing within your heart. Still, it seemed better to just let it go unsaid.

That all changed one evening with Haytham’s proposition. It was an assignment for you to track down a target that used to be allied with the Brotherhood, and to your surprise, he insisted it be you two. Just you two.

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you hung onto every word and instruction he gave you.

“For the record, Ms. Cormac, this will be strictly just for work—no distractions no matter how the scene, or people, might look for this ball.”

You scoffed lightly, inching close to his ear as you left to make the preparations for the evening.

“With all due respect to you, Haytham, I’d like to see you stand by that when I’m in the dress.”

[gococogo]

Childlike Innocence | Shaytham | Pt. 3

Pt. 2 | Pt. 4

Synopsis: After two more weeks, Haytham runs into Shay unexpectedly. Shouldn't he be far out at sea? What is he doing back in New York?

Word Count: 1.8K

Genre: Assassin's Creed Rogue/Coming of Age/Young Love

Pairing: Shay Cormac/Haytham Kenway

Warnings: Underaged drinking

Birch never found out about that little outing. After Haytham had written in his journal, he went and cleaned himself up. He tried his best but he got it done before Birch came back. He had been looking for Haytham and so on the spot, the boy had lied.

“I wasn’t anywhere,” Haytham had responded. “I was here.”

Birch had not liked that answer. The next two weeks Haytham was not let out of Birch’s sight. Everywhere he went, every room he walked into, Haytham had to be at his side. It was worse than before.

It’s a Saturday night at the Greenwich Tavern and it is filled to the brim with drunkards. But apparently this is a perfect place for Birch to talk to some acquaintances about business. Haytham sits at a separate table to himself though, but he is still within Birch’s sight.

He kicks his feet under the chair with his face in his palms. They’ve only just started talking so it’s probably going to be all night that he’s stuck here. From where he’s sitting, Haytham has a good view of what the bar tender is doing behind the counter.

How there’s also a pistol sticking from under the bar. How there’s some special looking drinks that aren’t on the shelf behind the counter as well. And how there’s a little boy down there stealing a bottle from the bar.

Haytham sits up straight as he watches a hand wrap around a bottle and take it down. Then, a boy he knows, sneaks out from behind the bar, past the tender and into the tavern. He rushes past tables before sneaking under one, then shooting for the back door to the tavern. He knows the boy. He just can’t place where he’s seen him before.

A quick glance towards Birch’s way and Haytham is jumping from his seat. What has him so rebellious suddenly when he was never like this in London? Haytham will never know. But it may be the new atmosphere and the different people. And curiosity will run deep in Haytham until he comes of age.

He rushes past the same tables and out the back door where the boy went. Out in the dark, it’s quite hard to see. But Haytham spots the boy sitting next to a tree stump quite easily. Slowly, he walks over until the other notices him.

“Shay?”

Once closer, Haytham can spot the bruises and cuts all over Shay’s tattered form. Is clothes are not the ones he left in, hand me downs that look as if they’ve gone through worse than him. Isn’t he meant to be on a voyage with his father? They should be out far at sea at this point in time. Not here in New York.

Shay looks to him with a little uncertainty, as if he doesn’t know who he is at first. But realization widens his eyes before he frowns in annoyance within the same second.

“Are you okay?” Haytham asks.

Shay pops open the bottle of whatever he has and takes a quick swig of it. He scowls and snarls at the taste.

“No,” Shay sniffles, sounding like he’s on the verge of tears.

A pit of worry settles into Haytham gut. He stands there watching as Shay takes another disgusted swig from the bottle.

“What happened?” Haytham asks as his eyes never leave the bottle.

Shay’s lip quivers as his glassy eyes stare at him. “My father is-“ His voice chokes off into a sob.

He goes for another drink but Haytham snatches the bottle from Shay’s hand. He holds it to his chest so the other can’t reach out and grab it. But Shay only stares at him again with tears flowing down his face.

“This isn’t right,” Haytham says.

“I don’t care,” Shay cries out.

He stands up suddenly and gets into Haytham’s personal space, trying to pry the bottle form his hands.

“Stop it!” Haytham snaps as he pushes Shay away easily.

Shay stumbles backwards but doesn’t fall over. Haytham does the only thing he can think of at current. And that’s to throw the bottle into the side of the stump. Glass and liquor splash everywhere and Shay is speechless. Haytham may have exaggerated a bit, but it got his point across. But Shay doesn’t shout or argue. He turns bleak, his eyes becoming glazed over.

He sits on the stump and cries into his hands. Haytham swallows thickly. Honestly, he doesn’t know what to do in these predicaments. Anytime he has had to cry to himself, he does it alone in his room. Birch doesn’t need to see that, and he’s never seen him cry either.

Haytham sits on the stump next to Shay instead. He looks down at the ground as he grips the edge of the wood.

“What happened?” He asks again.

Only because he heard somewhere that talking about things helped. His neighbours next door said such a thing, but not to his face. He overheard them talking about it, how it’s relieving and refreshing. How it’s meant to take a weight off your shoulders. Writing into his journal helps him. It’s almost like talking to someone but not as quite.

Birch doesn’t pry into there, letting him have that privacy for the boy. Which Haytham is very thankful of. Otherwise he would have never of been able to come to America with him if he found out about all the things he’s done in London.

Haytham waits patiently for Shay. The boy hiccups and wipes away his tears the best he can but his face is still a wet mess. He looks much younger than he is, a small, hurt boy that just wants a hug or a shirt to cry on. 

“Our ship crashed,” he finally answers.  “All lost to the sea.”

“Your father?”

“Dead.”

The bluntness of the word strikes something in Haytham, he isn’t too sure of. Later down the line he finds it that it was because of his owner father’s passing. Something he hadn’t spoken of much or thought of.

“Oh,” is all Haytham is able to admit out.

It’s not at all grand when the conversation comes to a stand still. Shay sniffles and he seems to retreat to his head as he stares off in space. Haytham tries to think of something to say. Anything really. He knows a similar pain to what Shay is feeling right now. Haytham may not of acted out as such when his own father had died, but his feelings were as strong.  

“A boy shouldn’t have to lose to his father. I know what you’re going through,” he says quietly, Haytham’s voice all but a whisper.

But in the night, in the little back court they are in, the sound travels to Shay’s ears. Wet brown eyes look to him. Haytham only nods as he fiddles with his sleeves.

Yet, before Haytham can say another thing. Go on a spew of what he thinks will help Shay, he hears a commotion from inside. Haytham is quick to his feet.

He waits for Birch to come barging out the back door, shouting and screaming his name. He waits for Birch to come up to him and pinch his ear, dragging him all the way back to their motel like those maids do back home. But no one comes through that door, and the yelling and shouting continues.

Shay is on his feet now, already walking back towards the tavern. Haytham follows, his curiosity snatching him back up like a hawk on a rabbit and taking him to that door.

Luckily, the both aren’t noticed re-entering the tavern from the back door. To Haytham’s knowledge.

All eyes are on a pair of fools shouting at each other in the middle of the building. The scrawnier of the pair is being held up to his tippy toes by the much larger man. But he isn’t backing down, shouting his head off. His words slur so badly that Haytham doesn’t think he’s even speaking the King’s English.

Haytham and Shay get caught up in standing out in the middle of the tavern that they don’t see the storm coming their way. Birch grabs Haytham by the upper arm and pulls him away suddenly from Shay. Just like he did with those boys when they first arrived. Haytham shouts out in protest, instantly grabbing onto Birch to try and pry his fingers from digging into his bones. But it only causes him to hold on tighter.

He holds on so tight it brings tears to Haytham’s eyes. He knows there will be a bruise there in the morning to come.

Birch opens his mouth to shout but his face turns up into a scowl. As if something dead just travelled up his nose and died. He sniffs Haytham’s sleeve and recoils with a snarl. Like a dog would to something sour. Whatever he was going to say before, only comes out tenfold.

“Haytham. I am truly disappointed in you,” Birch seethes.

He’s smelt the alcohol on him. Some of it must have splashed onto him without him even noticing.

“Sir, I-“

“Shut it!” Birch hisses through clenched teeth.

Glass shatters behind Birch as the fight between the two break out. But the man isn’t paying them any mind. His full attention is on Haytham and all the Kenway wants to do is go back home. Home to London and sleep in his own bed.

Haytham looks to Shay and unlike the other boys, he hasn’t ran off. Nor does he have a look of fear upon his dirty features. He looks to Birch with a fire that is pure determination. One that has Birch taken off guard for a mere split second.

“You taking him out to drink some?” Birch snaps.

“No,” Shay says darkly.

“I didn’t drink a drop, sir,” Haytham protests, wanting to take the tension off of Shay.

But Birch doesn’t budge. Shay’s energy turns to something of a cornered dog. Ready to bite. And Birch isn’t playing with that. He pulls Haytham more to his side, away from Shay.

“If I see you around this part of town again, I’ll have you arrested and hung boy,” Birch threatens deeply.

Shay screws up his face and throws his hands up in surrender. He plays along, giving a fake smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. This isn’t the boy that was sobbing on the tree trunk a minute ago. A darker side to this boy, like a switch is flipped in his head.

“You won’t,” he seethes.

Then Shay is leaving through the back door. The ruckus going in the tavern feels a lot like the inside of Haytham’s mind. He yanks himself from Birch’s hold and pouts his way back to his table with only one thought on his mind.

That this entire trip is going to be one long living hell and he’ll never be able to make any sort of friends. That he might have to give a listen to Birch’s conversations and business to get some sort of entertainment out of this business trip. But to a boy his age, that all seems proper boring.   

[demigoddessqueens]

Day 19

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For as long as you could have remembered, Shay was one you held near and dear to your heart.

The stolen moments you both shared as fellow Assassins, both in camaraderie and with kisses in the corners that kept you both hidden.

He stole your heart and rent it when he turned his back on you all, taking his love and the ones whom you called a second family.

The once sweet kisses were poison on your lips and his gentle touches now felt like burns on your skin.

It was almost a pity when you came across him again. As far as any could see, why would you take him back?

He took everything and everyone taken from you. Well, all except for one.

Having nothing, you turned to the Templars and to the arms of their leader. An unexpected love but one that ironically mended the pieces of your heart.

And now it was just Shay who would pick up the pieces of his instead.

Day 20

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For the longest time, it had been nothing but chaos in Connor's young life. The loss of his mother and...what he came to terms with of his father. Too much to lose, and it would always feel too soon for him.

But he still had you. Ever present and waiting in the shadows as you looked out for him, arms to receive him over the immensity of his actions. Even now, he enjoyed the quieter moments with you and away from the chaos of helping rebuild the Colonial Brotherhood.

It felt perfect, perhaps a bit too perfect but he wanted to make the most of it. You had ceased brushing your fingers through his hair as Connor raised his head from your lap. Turning around to face you, hands engulfed over yours before moving to cup your face.

The way you said his name. He could brand it into his memory for the rest of his life. You anticipated what would happen because chances are you wanted to do the same.

Pulling you body closer, you gazed into his eyes to search for a cue. An order that told you to dive off and throw away your hesitations. You closed the minuscule gap, lips finally meeting his as two became whole.

The slightest bit of gasp kept your heart beating fast as you placed a hand at the back of his head. When you kissed Connor, it felt passionate. Embodying all of your heart's content and bliss.

When Connor kissed you, it was a tidal wave that left him renewed. Stripped away from the chaos he once felt, and a resolve that steeled within him. The beginning of a life he wanted to share with you that started when you broke apart.

[demigoddessqueens]

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

You got it!

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

Part 1 and Two here

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

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

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

“I need to speak with you.”

He sighed deeply, disappointed at losing focus.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A hand slowly wrapped around yours, face inching closer.

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

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

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

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

[demigoddessqueens]

This was a Discord anniversary gift for @straight-into-the-animus and I wanted to share it on here as well!

Arno & Jacob

Peony – Good fortune, happy marriage, everlasting prosperity

Being in his husband’s arms unburdened Arno from so much doubt that he carried. He still remembers his wedding day, how both of them were so hesitant and afraid. It all seemed so silly now after the years of life they built together. Jacob was....many things, Arno knew that as much when he first met him, but the love of his life was a full guarantee. There was no one, and nothing, that he would trade Jacob for. Holding him in his arms, reminiscing on the mirthful ceremony that just took place hours ago, Arno felt as if he was floating. Maybe he was a bit of a sap as his sister liked to tease so very often, but he didn't care. Seems as if the sap of the family didn't turn out too bad making a life for himself.

Malik & Altair

Sunflower – happiness and vitality

If a stranger were to tell either men that they were meant to be, both would have scoffed at the latter and at each other. Yet, denial was the first step in what led to a tumultuous courtship and eventual union. Both men, prideful and arrogant in their own way, who never wanted to give the latter the higher ground. Neither would push or pull. It spoke in between their kisses, fleeting touches in their brief intimacy, and in the few times where they let their walls down amongst each other. Malik was not one to admit such soft and yearning feelings, but that hardened exterior was only shed for one individual, even if it was sometimes due to Altair's cockiness (damn him). Altair didn't just see Malik as one who just called him "novice" or as another Assassin. His heart beat for this man, yearned and longed for him during the long missions, and craved for more time whenever it could be found. Amidst their strife and work, there was an unspoken truth between both men: that their love, no matter how brief it could last, gave a new sense of life. Something else besides just being an Assassin.

Ezio & Leonardo

Aster – Wisdom, royalty, devotion, purity, faith

Ezio was a man who had lost much in his life. Members of family, sense of self, hope, anything a man can list when they are being chased by a vengeful bloodline. It was miracle that he never lost the love in his heart and his life. He wasn't much a man of faith after the loss of his father and brothers, but Ezio was grateful to a higher power for sending Leonardo. Leo, who was caught up in his art and inventions, was a rock and cornerstone for the Auditore male heir. Through the toils and troubles of becoming an Assassin in the Brotherhood to avenging his deceased through the Borgias, Leonardo was there. Be it at any secret rendezvous or meeting at the villa for any respite, he was there with open arms for the weary Ezio.

Connor (based on From the Children)

Lavendar – healing, devotion, luck

He felt immense pity for the given situation. Such a young boy who had to endure a life that was not entirely meant for him. Connor didn't know whether to blame himself or the Assassin's, but one thing was certain: such a lad deserved better. Maybe it was the way Shay started to take charge, or how he was steadfast at the helm of the ship, but there was a foreign feeling that overcame him. Pride? Ambition? A sense of hope? He realized he did not children of his own, but now it seemed to be something of a reality he wanted to create. Though Haytham was the boy's father, it was safe to say that the only relation was through blood. Come what may, the vengeful Assassin's and those he used to call friends or the Templars who felt entitled to everything else, Connor was not one to go down without a fight. Hell or highwater would not come for this young boy's life, and the potential new beginning that laid ahead.

Alexios, Lykaon,Thaletas

Dahlia – commitment, discovery

Coming back home was more than just returning to the country side. It meant reuniting with a sister, and the two other individuals he wanted in his life. Alexios and his fellow Greeks had heard of the philosophers and wise people say that beauty was terror. It was a terror to find someone, or something, as beautiful and stunning as Lykaon and Thaletas were. It meant to let them in, to tell them of what he had endured on his voyage, and to come back a changed man. Alexios didn't want to admit, but underneath the battle worn exterior, his heart quickened when he returned home. Would they see him as different? Accept him? His answer came in the form of open, welcoming arms. The tears of relief fell down Alexios's face in gentle streams. Yes, this is what it meant when beauty is terror. It's the fear that one wouldn't accept their other half, but for Alexios, he would never have to face his fears alone anymore.

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Deception pt 30

The conflict between the Assassins and the Templars is getting out of hand. Lies, deceit and subterfuge, now you must pick a side...

Tagging the lovely @geekgoddess813 @sweet-flash @ermergerd517 @i-wontgivein @imakemyownblog

If anyone else would like tagging, shoot me a dm 😁

Link to the full fic so far is Here.

Unfortunately there will be a slight delay in the next chapter, my family has just has some sad news, and my head is not in the game at the moment 😔 I promise to be back as soon as I can 💕

All morning you had been typing up the wretched notes, pacing yourself with the other girl so you didn't draw too much attention and, thanking the stars that you didn't have a desk job like this, as it felt like your brain was about to explode from boredom.

What made it even worse, is that any time Haytham needed something he always called on one of the other girls for whatever he wanted, not giving you the chance to plant the miniature camera so you could see what his password was for his computer. Sauntering over to the staff canteen area now you were on your lunch break, you glanced over at Shay; who looked just as irritated as you felt, and gave him a knowing look as you poured two weak looking cups of coffee.

"Please tell me you've done it. I can't stare at that screen anymore." He grumbled, leaning up against the counter and taking the mug you handed to him.

"Nope. You were right, I shouldn't have done what I did this morning. I think this was a big fat waste of time. Is Gist sure he can't get into his computer without the password?"

"He said he could, but not in the time we have. He's good, but not that good love, an there's no one he trusts enough to give it to."

Stirring your coffee grumpily and far more than was necessary, you spun around when Shay nudged you in the arm as someone was calling you by your undercover name, and you hadn't realised. Placing your cup down on the counter when you saw it was Haytham, you bit the inside of your cheek when you saw that he had the other two assistants with him, one on each arm.

"Ah, there you are. Kandi, we are going out for an extended lunch. Please take messages for all of my calls. Also, when you have finished your work, you can take some of theirs so that they do not fall behind while we are out?"

Reaaaaaally wishing you had your hidden blade when all three of them started laughing at you as they walked away, you held back a sarcastic retort when you actually realised that this was a good thing, as you now had the opportunity to get into his office.

"Yes sir, of course. Happy to help." You singsonged through gritted teeth.

"I'll keep an eye out, just in case he comes back, lass. Hurry up so we can get out of here."

Once the troupe had gone into the elevator, you nodded and briskly walked back to your desk, slipping the earbud in from out of your pocket and grabbing a file off the top of the stack, so if anyone did happen to catch you, you could make up an excuse as to why you were in Kenways office. Tilting the blinds down so no one could see you once you had snuck in and closed the door silently, you glanced around for somewhere suitable to place the camera, settling on the bookcase to the left of the desk. Sliding it behind some weird looking trinket and fiddling around until you were satisfied it was completely hidden, you turned around to get the hell out of there before anyone came back, but instead of going you stood rooted to the spot, staring at Haythams computer as the swirls of the screensaver bounced around. No harm in trying, right?

Dropping the file on the desk, you gingerly sat down and nudged the mouse to get rid of the screensaver, your eyes widening when the desktop flashed straight up before you, without needing a password. Knowing that Haytham was incredibly organised, you quickly brought up the menu and scoured through the list of programmes, stopping when something piqued your interest. Warehouse 25?! That was the one Achilles had bought at auction not that long ago, thanks to yours and Shaun's help. Making a mental note to come back to it as that wasn't what you were here for, you carried on scrolling until you got to 'Video files', opening it up and scowling when you saw Shay was dead on with his assumptions.

Six recordings in total, and you instantly recognised all of the thumbnail images from when you had worn the pin, apart from one. Opening up and adjusting the volume slightly when you could barely hear anything, you cocked your head when the video that was playing was recorded at an angle, guessing the insignia was laying on the dining table in Shays hotel room. Fiddling with the settings as Christopher's voice was distorted when he came into the room carrying a suit bag, you strained your ears when it was now more distinct, but still very quiet.

One tuxedo, with the amendments as ordered. I must say, I don't think I've ever seen you so enthusiastic about a mission before, any particular reason why?"

"Cheers mate, just dump it down there. Just happy that I'm gettin outta here, staring at the same four walls is drivin' me mad."

Gist walked over to the other side of the room, just barely in view as he put his hands on his hips and peered into Shays bedroom, and from what you could see, scratching his chin before turning back with a slightly devious smirk.

Shay, how long have we known each other? Eleven, twelve years?"

"Bout that, what ya gettin at?"

"Twelve years, and I've never known you to share your bed with someone overnight. Ever."

Even though the clip wasn't crystal clear, you could see Shays face getting redder as Christopher laughed at him, making Shay walk over and slam the door to his room shut before going out of sight, but close enough that you could still hear him.

"The lass was dead on her feet after getting all that info for us. I wasn't about to let her drive home in that state, so I let her stay. Clever girl that one."

"And you chose to let her stay in your bed over the couch?! My my..."

"It's just a bed."

"Just a... Since when?! Even the look on your face is telling me that there's more to it than you're letting on. There is, isn't there?! You, like her?"

Closing off the video when you could no longer hear anything apart from muffled mumbo jumbo, you sat there with a silly grin for a moment before deleting the evidence of you watching it out of the recent tab; but not getting rid of the recordings as you knew that Gist would sort that later, then going back to find the Warehouse folder that you had noticed earlier, with Shays voice ringing in your ear at the moment you clicked on it.

"Lass what are you doing in there?! Get out, Bill's on his way in!"

"Just a sec...shit! Okay, I'm on my way out."

Grabbing the file as you jumped up out of the chair and moved everything back to where it was, you had just made it to the door when it suddenly burst open, nearly crashing into a very aggravated looking William Johnson.

"Who are you? What are you doing in here? And where the devil is everybody?!"

"I, erm, I'm just one of the temps. Was picking up a file Mr Kenway left for me, he's gone out to lunch, with the other two..."

Flinching when he snatched the file off you and opened it up to check that you weren't stealing anything, he threw it back at you with a huff when he was satisfied that you hadn't and, grabbed a pad off of one of the empty desks, quickly writing something on it before chucking that at you too.

"That old dog. You must make sure he gets that when he comes back."

Nodding to his face, but glaring at him when he turned his back to you and stormed off, you took a quick glance at the note before dropping it down on your desk when you saw that it was just a list of what looked like random numbers. Dropping the file on top of it and slowly walking over to Shay; so you kept your distance from William until he went back into his office, you sighed heavily as you propped your elbows on the edge of his station, trying to avoid his disapproving gaze.

"Yeah I know, that was a little too close for comfort. But, I did manage to get on his computer, there wasn't a password at first."

"What do ya mean, at first? Does he have recordings then??"

Keeping quiet and leaning over slightly, so it looked like you were searching for something when several older businessmen came over to hand in their security badges, you figured that you would be better off at your own desk, and tell him what happened over the comms considering that you had been left all by yourself for the afternoon. Giving Shay a knowing look before heading off and grabbing the other girls stacks of work on your way, you slumped down in your chair and began mindlessly typing up the minutes, slowing down a fraction when you saw he was now alone again.

"Where was I..." You whispered, glancing about to double check that you were definitely alone. "Yes you were right, he does have videos. Of everything I did before the ball, plus one other."

"The other being of...?"

You glanced up over the top of your screen and flashed him a cheeky smile when you saw he was looking over, hiding behind it again quickly before anyone caught either of you staring.

"Of you and Christopher in your hotel room, just after he dropped off your tux. Didn't get a chance to see it all, but I got the gist of your conversation."

"Nothing you don't already know, love."

Biting your lip when he tried to be dismissive about it but even through the transmission you could hear his voice faltering slightly, you thought you had better leave it alone for now, as there were way more important things that needed discussing before anyone came back.

"Very true. Anyway, the password. His computer was unlocked, but there's a file on there, about a warehouse that Achilles bought at auction right from under Johnson's nose a while ago. But this was recent, made on Friday I think? I tried to open it, but that's when it popped up a password was required to get in it. Reckon Christopher could find out what it is?"

"Can only ask, I'll try and get ahold of him now, let him know the cameras in place too."

Two hours later, and Haytham finally came back from his 'lunch', after apparently drinking slightly more than he should have done during the day. Both the other women also now looked as useless as a wet paper bag, slumping over their desks and giggling amongst themselves, smelling like they'd been rolling about in a vineyard and looking like it too. Ripping off the page of your pad and holding it on top of the numerous other messages that he had missed while he was gone, you jumped up out of your seat, catching him just before he went into his office.

"Mr Kenway! Sir, your messages. And one from Mister Johnson that he insisted I give to you straight away."

Standing there dumbfounded as he stared at you for a moment as if to say Who the hell are you??, you raised your eyebrows when a glimmer of recognition washed over his face as he flipped through the messages, waving his hand to shoo you away when his brain finally caught up.

"Very well. Don't you have work to do?"

"No sir, it's all done. Theirs too."

"All of it?!"

You nodded as his eyes widened at the neatly stacked pile of printed papers on the edge of your desk; expecting some snide comment or witty retort, but he just hovered in the doorway for a moment, then frowning when he actually read the top note.

"Coffee. Cream, no sugar. Please." He mumbled before stumbling into his office.

"Are you trying to make me look bad?"

Turning to the redhead who was trying to sit upright and make herself look more sober as soon as Haytham was out of sight, you scoffed when she attempted to glare at you and waggled her finger, almost erupting in hysterics when you saw her friend was doing the same.

"Have you seen yourselves? Trust me, you don't need me to make you look bad, you're doing a p-retty good job of that all on your own."

"Excuse me?! How dare you!"

"E, just drop it. You don't want Kenway hearing you." The other girl babbled, sinking back into her chair when 'E' got up and stood in front of you, jabbing her finger in your chest.

"I won't! I've worked too long and too hard to be put up for that promotion, and I'll be damned if some tramp can just waltz in here and take that away from me."

Your eyes narrowed when she poked you again; knowing that you really should walk away from this pettiness, but you just stood there staring when you noticed she had sobered up quite quickly and was now squaring up to you.

"Don't. Poke me again." You hissed.

"Or what? You're going to run off to Haytham and tattle on me?"

Sighing when she did it once more, you quickly grabbed her finger before she could move it away and, twisted it back, compelling her to get down on her knees so that you didn't end up snapping it off. What happened next you weren't expecting, letting go of her and stumbling back when she spun around and swept her leg; so it collided with the back of yours, forcing you to grab hold of the desk to stay upright.

"Stop it!"

Glancing over at the other assistant and seeing she was now huddled up in her chair looking absolutely petrified, you pulled yourself straight and sniffed dismissively when E glared at you before backing down herself, sauntering back over to her desk.

Gist, hurry the hell up. You grumbled under your breath as you stomped over to make Haythams coffee before he came looking for you.

Slapping your head and grimacing with what Shay had just told you, you began scanning the room for all the vents and exits, as seeing them in person was much better than reading any schematic.

"He's definitely sure? There's no other way around it?"

"Aye lass. He's never seen a firewall like that before, no external source can get in. Told ya those tech blokes were good. The only way is to get the stuff from his computer directly."

Tapping your pen on your pad while you fashioned a quick plan in your head; as you knew you couldn't get back into Haythams office now the work day was nearly done, you were beginning to think that this was becoming more trouble than it was worth as a Mission Impossible style scenario popped into your mind.

"What an arse. I have an idea, but we need to go now, got to pick up a few things."

Grabbing your back and switching off your computer, you ignored the girl's bleatings of 'you can't leave five minutes early', and paced walked to the elevator, ripping off the damned choker as you went.