#haytham

[volpestarks]

It’s been a decade +1 since I’ve followed the franchise, but Assassins Creed 3 will always have a special place in my heart

[demigoddessqueens]

magic

summary: calling your kisses “magic”

on masterlist 11

Haytham

Calling your kisses magic when the day is not to his ideal, a comfort to the jaded Templar who secretly pines for you, and only deepening them as long as he pulls you close to him

Jacob

Flirtatious as ever whenever you kiss him, you try to pull away but he is relentless and does not want to let you go; grabbing onto your arms and hips because you drive him wild with desire

[konnisart]

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

Also know as : "My hand slipped " 🫠

WIP, has me on a choke hold 🫡✨

[weirdest-lights]

Shay and Haytham aren't having a good time with the new stray.

[sharkb497]

[pampampa]

Day 10: Mentor

Basim mi patron

[bookworm-with-coffee]

Haytham E. Kenway

《 G r a n d m a s t e r T e m p l a r 》

Born: December 4, 1725

Died: 1781

"Even when your kind appears to triumph, still we rise again. And do you know why?? It is because the Order is born of a realisation. We require no creed. No indoctrination by desperate old men. All we need, is the world be as it is! This is why the Templars will never be destroyed!".

[hyeonoll]

You know what I mean

(Edit:correct few mistakes)

[peridot-tears]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gronnulv]

Little buddy ☺

[haytham-loves-chocolate]

Would you write a short story about Haytham reuniting with his childhood sweetheart. Maybe they both meet, in an old barn, for refuge from the redcoats?

Of course, I can! I will do my best at this, but I hope you enjoy this! Also, sorry it took me so long. Procrastination and other things just said hello to me and I invited them in, lol.

Here you are, again, being chased by the egotistical Redcoats. It was all so simple to you: You were walking along the streets of New York, minding your own business, when a four-group army of Redcoats decided you were in their way. One of them dared to push you aside, and, of course, you would not ignore their rude behavior. One thing led to another, and soon enough, more Redcoats came by, but you did not have the skills to take on all 13 of them. 

After a mere moment of blocking yourself from their attacks, and using other Redcoats as human shields from gunfire, you decided to make haste and, risked getting shot at as you quickly navigated your way through the big city, taking any shortcuts you could find. It felt like an hour passed as you kept running, your legs were aching and almost to the point of numbness if you did not stop soon. 

At last, you found yourself in the middle of an open field, and a red, empty barn with a big, white barn door open was up ahead. You made your way in without hesitation, and without a sudden thought, you quickly pushed on the door to shut it and lock it tight. From that moment on, you decided to lean your body against the barn door, letting out some deep breaths you held in for so long. Your eyes glanced around the barn, only to see it was all filled with hay and wooden crates that took up space in empty horse stalls. 

You also thought you were alone, completely and safely alone. You saw a shadow from the corner of your eye, from behind a pile of crates. Slowly the shadow started to disappear, your heart started to beat faster, and your mind was sending out fear signals, to the point where you had to, yet again, defend yourself from whoever or whatever was in this very barn with you. As you pulled out your gun, you could hear footsteps getting closer and closer to you. In the blink of an eye, your gun was pointing at the person who stepped once more in front of your view. 

For a moment, all you could see was red, another Redcoat it seemed. But, as your finger was close to the trigger, almost to the point of pressing it, you saw a face, a face from your past. The features of this person were of an attractive man, with eyes of a dark gray color, and eyebrows lowered to make him intimidating. His lips are steady, and his nose is the one thing that makes everything else attractive to you. However, it was what came out of his mouth that only confirmed your suspicions of who this man is.

“It is somewhat a rare coincidence that we introduce ourselves again, Y/N L/N.”

His voice is that of a noble British accent, only one man that you know has this voice. 

“Haytham Kenway.”

His name falls off your lips quite nicely, and with this, both his and your lips curl up into a small smile. Your hand is still raised with the gun in it pointed at his face. 

“Grand Master now, are you not? It is quite an honor to see you so… languorous.” 

“I think I should be the one to say such a word.”

He lets out a small laugh and with his left hand, he raises it to wrap it around the gun. You let your finger move away from the trigger, and you easily let him disarm you with a gentle touch. You feel your fingers brush against each other’s, something that you have missed for some time now, but you don’t act upon it for now. Your eyes watch as his hands hold your gun and his eyes inspect the color and design of it. 

“Not a bad firearm to have. Did you have someone buy it for you?”

“I stole it.”

His gaze on the gun disappears as he tilts his head up with his eyebrows raised to look at your serious face.

“I took it off a Redcoat a couple of days ago. Better looking than the other one I had.” You continued.

He only nods his head in understanding, not saying anything else as he gives the gun back to you. You place it back in its holster, looking at his face the entire time which goes back to the serious look he always has on.

“How has New York treated you?”

He questions as he starts to pace around the barn, glancing at you as you finally sit down on a bale of hay and rest your legs on another one next to you. From this, you can feel your feet relieved from the pain, but the aching is still there. 

“I have been managing myself. Though, it is not as easy as you think.”

You see Haytham makes his way over to you as you answer him, his soft stare starting to melt your heart. His eyes are now a bright gray with a hint of some blue in there too; he looks like a dream. 

He sits down beside you on another bale of hay and he gently and slowly moves your legs to rest on his. As he glances at your features, his voice also grows soft, and his large hands start to caress your legs, but you do not flinch or make a sound, actually liking the care he is giving you. Your body starts to relax, but your cheeks leave a tinted red there, a small blush that he cannot help but chuckle at. 

“I can see that.”

He pauses for a moment, the silence filling up the barn as you two glance at each other. In your mind, you are in heaven, living in a dream that has come true. 

“I do wonder though, how you have survived all this after leaving the Order.”

“I only learned from the best, Haytham.”

Your smile at his thoughtful statement has him smiling along with you. Just then, you feel his other hand touch your right cheek, caressing it so gently that you could cry. He doesn’t want to ruin the moment, as you can tell from how blue his eyes have become, but you do not mind it at all. He has always been such a gentleman, from all those years you two have been together. It only seems like it was yesterday that you left and that he came all this way just to meet you in this very spot, away from Redcoats nonetheless. Though he wears a Redcoat outfit himself, you do not question it, already knowing that it is probably a disguise mission gone wrong. 

The tension in the air is soft; just polite stares and sweet smiles on each other’s faces. You lean forward, along with him, looking into each other’s eyes, wondering, from each other’s point of view, who is going to do what first. A gentle brush of his lips against yours, a small kiss planted on your or his cheek, even something more like a gentle thumb brushing over your nose and his lips pressing against the tip of it in a loving, caring manner. Yet, that does not happen. Instead, he slowly and gently presses his forehead against yours, and a loving smile on his lips. 

“Bienvenido a casa, mi amor.”

That is all he whispers to you. Nothing else needed to be said. 

[kiatheinsomniac]

Heyaa Kiaaaa (its wyy btw <3) just wanna ask if you're up for some Haytham headcanons with what he'd be like as a yandere or just some romantic things he'd do (or both) for his s/o. Just ignore this if you're not up for it haha ^^

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: ok I've had some writing juice (aka: a whole bottle of vodka and lemonade to myself ♡. 18 to drink here btw before anyone comes at me) and sooooo here we go with some headcanons hehe

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Haytham Kenway

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: canon-typical violence, yandere-typical content

｡･:*˚:✧｡haytham kenway

♡ Haytham was raised to be a gentleman and so this is exactly how he presents himself to you: he's courteous and kind, always ready to protect or defend you whether that be with his sharp sword or his even sharper tongue.

♡ he insists on offering you his arm to hold when you walk around together, will give you his cloak no matter how much you protest when it's cold and he'll always leave the carriage first to offer you a hand getting out or his hands are around your waist to help you dismount your horse, even if you don't need the assistance.

♡ he'll speak out against anyone who speaks ill of you and there have been times where he's challenged a man to a duel to defend your honour (of course, knowing that he would come out the victor)

♡ you're spoiled rotten by him at every opportunity too. If you so much as look at something in a shop for too long, he's buying it for you. It makes him satisfied to know he can provide these things for you.

♡ now, it's because he was raised a gentleman that all of these chivalrous actions are so important to him, especially considering the shameful, shameful thoughts he has about you.

♡ the duels weren't just out of gentlemanly duty but because no one should ever speak to you or of you in such a manner. They didn't deserve to keep their tongues, let alone their lives. You were a precious being and, even if you're capable of defending yourself, Haytham wants to protect you from any evil that this terrible, terrible world holds, no matter how great or small.

♡ more often than he could ever bring himself to voice aloud, he's thought of just taking you away, keeping you locked up from this awful world. You make him strive to be a better man and he's sure he could give you everything you could ever need. He wants your world to revolve around him as much as his revolves around yours because this must be love, right?

♡ he relishes in every interaction between the two of you: the feeling of your fingers squeezing his arm as you walk around town together, the way you once snuggled up to him to chase away the cold when you had to camp outdoors while travelling and he spent the night intoxicated by your scent, the times your touch has been so tender while patching up his injuries.

♡ he begins to realise that he's no longer working because the Order's ideology says so but because if he can control the masses with the apple then he can keep everyone away from you and have you all to himself.

♡ oddly, you also terrify him. He's lost nearly every independent part of himself to you. Sure, he can make his way in the world but he could never live without you, only exist.

♡ Haytham's a very intelligent man and he learns how to lure you in closer to him. You sleep in his bed now and carding his hair through your hair puts the finest silks from the east the shame. Your smile outshines the sun, the moon and her stars. Your laughter is a melody that composers aspire to craft but never could. Maybe these gods from a previous civilisation do exist and, if so, you must be one of them because you are far superior to any creature he has ever seen.

♡ He won't need to take you away in the end and that relieves the part of him that knows he should never think of such things and he should always treat you like a princess. Why would he ever need to kidnap you when he knows how to orchestrate every event in your life to make you depend on him?

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[demigoddessqueens]

Haytham or Shay with a super anxious and twitchy former assassin S/O? I'm just imagining them being really sweet and protective cause you're nervous about everything, probably after leaving the Brotherhood on bad terms.

Of course!!

Masterlist 10

Headcanons would include…

Shay is the more sympathetic one and who you click with the most

You and him both know what it feels like, and in the more heated moments with you he knows not to press too much. He was once the same

Plus he’s unintentionally smooth in soothing you and the accent helps 👀

Haytham is his own category of awkward but he’s trying

He’s good with words in persuasion and leadership, but all kinds of clunky when it comes to personal matters

Sometimes he’ll list on what he thinks of the Assassins as a whole (maybe mentioning Edward in some cases) but still circles it back to what he thinks of you

Slowly he comes around to praising you for your intelligence and how much you’re a help to him and his cause

Both definitely do the awkward “you fight good” at some point 😆

[konnisart]

"May the father of understanding guide us"⚔️

Fire duo here for me.✨🔥

Tap for better quality (as much as possible 😂 I am still trying to figure this out)

Here is a traditional art piece I started back on May and finished it like a few weeks ago. Took me some time ,cause it might not show but its on A3 paper size.

I am really proud about this one cause it’s also my first time drawing a ship. It was tough but worth it nonetheless.

[phormex1]

Low blow

[awriterlivinginaconstantdream]

You told me sweet lies

And I trusted you because you’re the only one left alive

Sam, don’t do that again