Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|19|. Christmas Special! Jacob ♡

Merry Christmas! Also, happy late Yule for anyone else that celebrates it! I said that I would do three but I've only done two seeing as the last one was tied and I didn't get enough votes in time to write the third one fairly. Jacob got the second most votes.

-Kia C.

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Ice Skates and Festive Dates    

"Oh, I so beat you that time!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she let out a pant which became mist in the air, her lips curled up into a beaming smile. She wore her (h/l)-length, silky (h/c) tresses up in a loose messy bun with a few stray pieces framing her (b/t) face. Her makeup was worn lightly on her complexion and was picked out to match her (s/t) skin tones. She wore a beige mid-calf-length, fur-trimmed coat with fluffy cuffs on top of a soft white jumper and a pair of light blue jeans that hugged her (b/t) figure.

"Keep telling yourself that, love." Jacob laughed. His cropped brown hair was slicked back, as per usual, and he wore a grey shirt under a black trench coat with a pair of dark denim jeans.

The couple both wore ice skates on their feet. A historical, tall and intricately detailed stone building stood tall over them as they glided across the ice. Warm gold Christmas lights were strung amongst the trees that hung over them, creating a warm and romantic glow over the ice rink.

For Christmas Eve, Jacob had decided to take (Y/n), his girlfriend, to London's Natural History Museum for a date; each year they put up an ice rink and the brown-haired male thought it would be perfect for an evening out before Christmas.

A fir tree stood tall and proud in the centre of the rink and was decorated in reds, silvers and golds; surrounded by a barricade to stop people from falling into it if they were to slip on the ice. There was a carousel behind the rink and a few market stalls too to just harbour in that festive feeling. Music danced in the air along with the chatter and laughter of everyone else who had decided to spend their evening on the ice.

(Y/n) playfully rolled her (e/c) orbs at her lover before beginning to slowly skate, pushing her feet outwards as she glided across the sheet of ice under their feet. Her strayed (e/c) tresses danced around her (b/t) face as she slowly crept closer to Jacob before brushing her fingertips against his. The mocha-brown-eyed male smiled softly before intertwining their fingers, knowing she was silently asking if she could hold his hand - there were so many little things she did that he found utterly adorable.

Jacob's gaze was glued onto her form as they wandered the rink, skating in circles yet enjoying themselves nonetheless. She had that far off look in her (e/c)-flecked eyes, a wonderous and melting look almost.

"What're you thinking about, love?" The British male quizzed as he threw his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer while being mindful to not throw off both of their balances.

"People. . ." She began with a soft smile, "All the seemingly pointless pastimes we do to make ourselves happy, to change routine, to live life." She hummed, "We dance on ice, we drink aged fruits, we smoke leaves and stay up late; we give little things to one another, look at things that are centuries old yet still remembered, we put our arms around each other to show love, we press our lips together, our eyes water when we're really sad or really happy, . . . We're all just living life and falling in love in back gardens, under stars, on trains. It's not such a bad world when you pile all the little things together, is it?" She smiled appreciatively.

Jacob couldn't help the warmth that spread across his eyes or his soft grin as he saw the calmness and happiness in her (e/c) orbs. "When you put it that way, I guess you're right." He replied, his breath clouding up in front of his face. He couldn't help but admire so many things about her: her eyes, her face, the softness of her skin, the curves of her body, her (e/c) eyes, her mind, her cute little sneezes, the way she threw up her hair into a bun each morning to wash her face, how her face lit up whenever she spoke about something she loved, how smart she was - even if most of it was seemingly useless knowledge, it was fascinating anyway - he could go on for lifetimes.

"Can we go and get some hot chocolate after this?" She asked with a smile that could light up any room, "Café Nero is doing cinnamon spiced ones at the moment, I've heard they're really good." The(h/c)-haired female added hopefully.

"Sure." Jacob replied, "Should we leave in ten minutes? I don't fancy getting caught on the trains during rush hour." He added.

"Shall we leave now then?" She prompted, "It'll give us more time in the café so that we're not in a rush." She spoke up.

"If you want to." The lightly tanned male replied before leading them both over to an exit. (Y/n) lifted up her left foot with intent to step over the barricade only to find her right foot slipping out from under her.

"Easy!" Jacob said as his hands darted out to grab her elbows in order to balance her so that he could guide her off the ice without any accidents, "I don't want you getting hurt on Christmas Eve." He added before they both took a seat on a bench to remove the hired skates. They returned them before getting their shoes back in exchange and making their way over the stone pavements towards the nearest café.

(Y/n) took a seat by the radiator that stood on the wall near the foggy window. Outside, couples, families or lone people walked past the street - some locals with coffee or their phones in hand while others were tourists with maps and cameras in their clutches. She sat, watching them while she awaited Jacob's return with their drinks. Her mind began to wander again; each and every passerby had an intricate and infinitely detailed story of their own. They had friends, family, children, conflicts, upcoming surprises, jobs, opinions, hobbies, interests and so much more going on. They were such detailed people and yet in the story of(Y/n)'s life they were merely a face in the crowd to be forgotten with the waking of the next second.

Her train of thought was interrupted when Jacob came and took a seat beside her.

"Sorry I took so long, love, I ran into Michel." He apologised as he placed the two mugs down on the table. They were piled up with whipped cream and dusted with cinnamon.

"I swear you know half the people in London." She shook her head a little laughing, "I have no clue how you remember all those names and faces." Her lover merely shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips before he reached for his drink. (Y/n) followed suit, wrapping her hands around the mug to take in its warmth as she smelled the festive drink. She brought it up to her lips, tasting the mixture of sweetness and spice before setting it back down on the table in front of her. The brown-haired male let out a low chuckle, looking at the female beside him. "What?" She quizzed, a smile tempting her lips.

"You've got something there." He laughed lightly, tapping his nose. (Y/n) raised her right hand to wipe away what she assumed was some of the whipped cream from her drink, only to have her lover catch her wrist mid-air. He leaned forward and kissed the end of her nose to get rid of it.

She let out a little giggle as she loosened his grip of her wrist to intertwine her finger with his. Jacob's lips hovered over her face before he dipped down a little more to press a sweet kiss to her lips before pulling away, knowing they were bound to hear a 'get a room' if they continued any further. (Y/n) pouted a little at the loss of contact but knew exactly why he pulled away - they had heard it too many times before.

Jacob noted the look of slight disappointment on her face before he leaned down to hover his lips by her ear. "How about we continue when we're home, eh love?" He spoke with his laddish grin evident enough in his voice as his hand snaked to rest on her thigh. (Y/n) let out a low hum.

"Sounds like a plan."