Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|25|. Valentine's Special! Haytham ♡

I love the second part too much it's so cute if you know the story. God, idk if I have the energy for writing the Connor oneshot. Shorter than the Anne one, sorry

Qotd: Roman or Greek portrayal of mythology? (Greek for me)

-Kia C.

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Paris & Venus

The school hall was decorated in shades of pink and red. Streamers decorated the assembly hall and lights let off a warm and romantic glow. There was loud music and tables and tables of snacks and drinks. Haytham Kenway, dressed in a black suit with his dark hair tied back with a red ribbon, was not keen on large crowds and music - neither was his girlfriend, usually. But, she loved getting herself dressed up and flaunting dresses that she could never wear (she also loved flaunting her very sophisticated boyfriend - showing him off so that every girl knew that he was as much hers as she was his and that she had been chosen over all the rest). They fit perfectly together: they kept themselves to themselves, loved art, music, theatre, poetry, literature, history. They were such close friends before Haytham finally made the bold move and took her out on a date that marked the start off their relationship (a trip to an art gallery followed by coffee and old books on Victorian literature).

Though, as much as Haytham was hating the dance, he loved to see his partner all dolled up. She wore a satin dress that hugged her upper body, had a plunging neckline, spaghetti straps and had two slits that trailed up to her waist. It was a dulled pale pink colour. Her eyebrows were filled in and ombréd

Her eyes were dusted with a subtle champagne colour and small soft brown winged eyeliner with nude brown-pink lip gloss.

Her (h/c) tresses were styled into a bun with lots of twists and curls to make it more interesting while a few pieces fell out to frame her face. A few little braids dipped in and out of sight among the tresses that wound up to make the bun, adding to the subtle intricacy of the hairstyle.

Music blared as she giggled and chatted with her friends, Élise, Evie and Aveline. Though, the steely-blue-eyed male noticed his step-brother stumbling about and singing, grabbing onto girls and making them uncomfortable. He quickly intervened (alongside his other step-brother, Connor) and helped to arrange for him to get home. The two half-siblings then apologised to his date who was sitting on a bench outside, feeling somewhat guilty for not keeping an eye on their relative.

When Haytham got back inside, he instantly missed the quietness of outdoors thus he found his date who was still happily chatting away, though clearly looking around for where he had got to. He put on a gentlemanly smile as he slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his side.

"Ladies, I hope you don't mind me stealing (Y/n) away from you." He teased.

"Not at all, we were all about to go and find our dates anyway." Evie smiled, the dimples on her cheeks making her and her freckles look even sweeter before the group went separate ways - Evie to find Henry and Aveline to seek out Connor.

Haytham dipped his head down so that his lips hovered over her ear, his breath gently fanning out over her (s/t) flesh. "Why don't we get away from all these people and all this loud music and do something more. . . us?" He quizzed. (Y/n) looked up to him, reaching up on her toes as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Where would that be?" She smiled, pulling back a little to capture his warm gaze as he admired her excited expression. He paused to hum, dragging out the moment as she bounced on her toes expectantly.

"How about the museum in the next town over? It's still rather early in the evening so we'll have plenty of time left and perhaps we can go to that bookstore afterwards so you can get that book on women int he renaissance that you've been going on about for the past week." He smiled as her face lit up and she crashed her lips onto his, weaving her fingers in with his.

"Really?" She gasped. Haytham hummed happily at seeing her reaction and smiled, nodding his head as she led the way to go to their shared locker for their belongings. (Y/n) was giddy, giggling with excitement as she gripped onto her lover's hand. Her heels clicked through the empty corridors before she scrambled to put int he code and pull out her fluffy warm white shawl. While Haytham reached for his black coat. (Y/n)reclaimed his hand once their locker was shut again and they headed for the car park.

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Some time had passed and they were wandering around the museum, reading about all the artefacts and the cultures of the eras in which they were from. Haytham was holding his date's shoes in one hand while his other arm was around her waist. She began to complain about her feet aching in the heels so he offered to carry them while she walked around barefoot for a while. She was back to her usual height and had to look up a little to meet his eyes once again. Haytham found her height, like most things about her, absolutely adorable.

He stopped reading the information board at a display of a painting from the Renaissance era to watch the look of fascination as her (e/c) eyes flickered from side to side, re-reading one of her favourite stories from mythology. Her (e/c) orbs skimmed over every detail of the painting depicting The Judgement of Paris - the said male in the painting alongside Minerva/Athena, Juno/Hera and Venus/Aphrodite. But (Y/n)loved Roman/Greek mythology of that story that foreshadowed the Trojan war thus she had seen the painting many a time and admired it for so long. Paris of Troy was asked to give Eris (Goddess of Discord)'s golden apple to the most beautiful of the three goddesses

The steely-blue-eyed male looked around, seeing that it was just the two of them in the exhibit before he stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and swaying her gently. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, smiling against her soft (s/t) flesh.

"If I were Paris," Haytham began as he looked over the painting with his lover, "I wouldn't pick any of the three goddesses." He spoke softly, holding (Y/n)'s (b/t) figure tighter as she leaned back against him, hugging his arms around her.

"No?" She quizzed, turning slightly to see him.

"I'd give it to you." He smiled sweetly, a smile of someone so deeply lovestruck, "It was addressed 'to the fairest', was it not? Even against the goddess of love and beauty herself, I'd choose you. You're so beautiful, so smart, so soft, so. . . perfect." He sighed, tucking an (h/c) lock behind her ear, "But I'd choose you out of love, not the temptation of what you can give me. . . That was Paris's mistake. My own Venus. . ." (Y/n) turned in his arms, quickly glancing around the room before stretching up on her toes to press her lips against his. It was a soft and slow kiss but she loved every second of it, just like all of her other affectionate shares with her lover.

"Well, 'Paris'," She teased, "How about we buy a cup of tea each and go back to yours to read until we're tired. Can I stay the night?" She smiled.

"I'd love nothing more."