Assassin’s Creed Imagines

* Mr. Gobbles loves Connor’s children and will follow them around the same way he does Connor. He gets spoiled by the children, feeding him extra corn and grains which leads to them following them more. They did try to sneak him into the manor a few times but were caught every time due to the turkey calls he would make. The furthest they got him was upstairs before he got loose and needed to be caught.

* Ezio had a portrait of his family commissioned from Leonardo. It was definitely a mess to keep the children still and focused while Leonardo painted, but he does cherish that painting and the memories of that day.

* Shay once made a trip to the North Atlantic just to show his children the Northern Lights and it became a tradition to see them as a family once a year. Shay also likes to take the family to different festivals held up and down the coast.

* Arno takes his children to visit Elise’s grave on occasion, some part of him wanting her to see that true to her final request, he’s been moving on with his life and telling her how his children have been doing.

* Haytham discovered that his child sleeps best with the racket his associates make during their meetings so he’s snuck them in on multiple occasions so they can sleep peacefully among the chaos.

* Connor’s children developed his sweet tooth to which father and children will use their skills to sneak off with any baking you do.

* Both Shay and Edward have taken their children out to sea without your knowledge and permission, leading to many strong words and punishments for both child and father, but mostly their father. They have also stowaway as well, leading to being caught and being sent back to their mother as soon as possible.

* Once when sparring with his child, Jacob gave them a black eye on accident and in turn, allowed them to give him one as well. They both stated they don’t know how it happened but it did and they keep that secret to the grave.

* Jacob and Edward have both taught their child how to gamble and how to cheat when gambling. Both have taught their children to sneak around and see the opponents hands then relay the information to their father in order to win. Their proudest moment is when their child beat them at their own game.

* Jacob’s and Shay’s children are biters. They’re thankful to have built up their callouses on their hands as fingers are the usual target, but if and when they start biting arms and legs, they’re gonna be in a world of hurt.

* Ezio and you have a secret hiding spot to hide from the kids for while when they become too much, needing a break to just be adults for a while. Despite having some close calls, they’ve never found it.

* Haytham will sit on the floor with his child when asked to have tea time with them. He’ll play along with them, acting very interested in their conversation, especially if it’s their own child bringing up something you might have done such as a timeout that was uncalled for or refusing them sweets. Definitely uses this information to his advantage later.

* Arno’s child had written a play for the Café Théâtre. It was awful but Arno attended and still encourages his child in the arts.

* Jacob’s children learned how to pickpocket from the children and orphans around London and has stolen from their father numerous times.

* Connor’s children mimic their father’s mannerism with his hands, clasping them in a similar manner. Connor doesn’t realize they do this until it gets pointed out.

Basim:

✧ i'm sensing wood, smoke, incense. Either he's got a heavy smell to him, you feel it before you see him, or he doesn't smell like anything. It conflicts (The heavy smell) with the whole master assasin thing but I think it has an underlayer that makes you question him, something hidden underneath the incense. Nothing sweet to him, maybe a little bitter sometimes citrus-y.

Hytham:

✿ A lot of people would say he smells like books, old paper but that scent doesn't linger, I also don't think it would be his go to perfume smell. It's something unisex. Sometimes sandal and myrrh incense specifically. He smells nicely and not too strong, maybe pink pepper and some musk?

Evie Frye:

✯ I'm getting very strong flower vibes. Especially iris flowers, the flower is a symbol for mystery (depends on colour but i'm rambling now) and I feel like people see her as mysterious in a way. Safe to say she has multiple perfume scents to choose from with a rose one being her most used, rose a slight tinge of bergamot. Also a lavender one.

Jacob Frye:

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ I'm having a lot of trouble with him on this topic. He smells like a breeze, the outside, little bit like hay, it has a certain dust-like feel to it, axe body spray.

Arno Dorian:

✧ If we consider him living like he does in-game then he smells like coffee and a bakery. I don't mean he smells like a fresh pastry, more like after baking there's somtimes this greasy, oily note in the air, he hates it and tries to cover himself in perfume - french vanilla and rose. He prefers sweeter perfume.

Elisé:

ෆ Lillies, something similar to an old rosary a little smoke.

Shay:

～⁠♡ Gunpowder he would like shooting for practice in his free time, a cold winter morning, but his perfume is amber, he sprays himself like once.

Haytham Kenway:

⊰⁠⊹ something fancy, unisex but masculine leaning, very pleasant and not overwhelming. Musk and something a little sweet maybe even a fruit.

Ratonhnhaké:ton:

Desmond Miles x f. reader

Summary: It's been a year since Desmond's death and his partner is struggling with her grief, but Desmond left her with a reason to get out of bed each morning morning.

Rating//warnings: all my work is +18, mentions of depression, death, and motherhood

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{a/n: I promised myself I'd finish codextober 2025, so here i am in 2026 trying to finish the list, but it's still a fun challenge! }

The first golden rays of the morning sun slipped through the cracked blinds of the bedroom she had once shared with Desmond. That same morning sun—once a warm promise of another day—had become a cruel reminder of who and what she had lost. It had been an exact year since Desmond had left her. She would never forget this date, no matter how much she wished too.

(y/n) lay on her side, with her blankets tucked tightly around her, pulling them to her chin, the matress indenting where her body had sunk into the sheets. The hallow ache in her chest was a familiar, dull throb, each breath she took was a reminder that the man who had once whispered love into her ear was now only a memory stitched into the fabric of her world. She clutched his sweater to her chest. It still smelled faintly of cologne and aftershave, a scent that now seemed to belong to another lifetime.

She had kept the curtains drawn ever since that day. The sun’s glare felt like a betrayal, a reminder of the same solar flares that had nearly ended humanity again, like it had seventy‑five thousand years ago during the Toba catastrophe. It reminded her daily of Desmond’s sacrifice, and each ray of light felt like a mockery of the price he had paid. But the world continued to spin, and people went about their days, yet her love for her deceased partner only grew.

From another room a sudden, sharp wail pierced the quiet—a sound that cut through her haze like a knife. It was her infant daughter, swaddled in a blanket in her crib, her tiny fists flailing as she protested the world that had taken her father before she could even know his name.

(y/n)'s heart lurched. Instinct overrode her grief. She threw the her blankets aside, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She pulled the sweater tightly around her.

She hurried to the nursery, the cheap vinyl floorboards creaking under her bare feet. The moment her arms closed around her baby, the cries faltered, then died, replaced by a soft, uncertain hiccup, and confusionin the infants eyes. She pressed the infant’s cheek softy against her own and, feeling the warmth and soft baby skin, it anchored her.

“Shhh, my love,” she murmured, voice hoarse from crying. “It’s okay. Mama's here.”

She began to rock her baby, swaying gently from side to side, the sweater’s fabric brushing against her daughter's skin. A faint smile tugged at the corner of the infant’s mouth, then blossomed into a giggle that sounded like wind chimes in a summer breeze as she played with the strings of her father's sweater. The baby’s eyes, wide and dark, that looked so much like her fathers, locked onto (y/n)'s, searching for reassurance in the depths of her mother’s loving gaze.

(y/n) walked slowly to the window, cradling her child close. The morning sun, now higher in the sky, poured gold across the floor, painting patterns that danced like the glyphs Desmond had once traced in the Animus. The baby’s head turned, drawn inexorably to the blazing orb. But her mother instinctively lifted a hand to shield the tiny girls eyes, her fingers forming a visor.

A choked laugh escaped her, half‑sob, half‑wry. “You know,” she whispered, “your father didn’t give his life just so his daughter could be blinded by the same object that almost ended us all. He wanted you to see the world…you can't to do that if you are blind.”

The baby giggled again, a sound pure and unburdened, as if she understood the joke in a way only infants can—through feeling, not words.

(y/n)’s eyes slipped shut for a moment, and the memory of Desmond’s face surfaced: the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the steady rhythm of his, that contagious smile he always wore for her, the promise he had made to marry her once the mission was over. A tear slipped down her cheek, catching the sunlight and turning it into a tiny prism.

She opened her eyes, looking down at the little life nestled against her chest. “His sacrifice wasn’t for nothing,” she said aloud, the words firm despite the tremor in her voice. “You are proof of that. You carry his blood, courage, his kindness, his stubborn hope… you carry him.”

She pressed a kiss to the baby’s forehead, feeling the soft brown downy hair beneath her lips. “And I promise you this, my love: I will keep you safe. No Abstergo agent, cult, or shadow from the past, will ever take you from me. I will be the shield you need, just as he was the shield for the world.”

A soft coo rose from the baby’s lips, as if assenting to the vow. (y/n) glanced once more at the sun, now a benevolent disc rather than a threatening blaze. She smiled, a genuine, tired smile that reached her eyes.

“Desmond,” she whispered out loud, “you’re still here. In her laugh, in her warmth, in every breath we take together. And I know we're not alone, we have you watching over us. She is my sunshine and the best gift you could have ever blessed me with Desmond miles. As long as she's here, you are here.”

The baby snuggled deeper into warmth of her mother’s breast, eyes finally drooping as sleep claimed her. (y/n) lowered herself onto the rug beside the crib, still holding the sweater close, and let the morning light wash over them both—no longer a reminder of loss, but a promise of new beginnings.

A/N: This is in release order for your convenience. Shays is geared towards Assassin!Reader bc no one can be happy in this fucking game and Eivors can be saxon!reader or anywhere else you wish 💋

Altaïr Ibn-La‘ahad - accidentally in love

So she said, "What's the problem, baby?" What's the problem? I don't know, well, maybe I'm in love. Think about it every time, I think about it. Can't stop thinking 'bout it. How much longer will it take to cure this? Just to cure it 'cause I can't ignore it if it's love. Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love, oh. Come on, come on, turn a little faster. Come on, come on, the world will follow after. Come on, come on because everybody's after love // Come on, come on, move a little closer. Come on, come on, i wanna hear you whisper. Come on, come on, settle down inside my love, oh // We were once upon a time in love. We're accidentally in love, accidentally in love, accidentally in love. // I'm in love, I'm in love. I'm in love, I'm in love. Accidentally, I'm in love, I'm in love.

Ezio Auditore - Ain’t no mountain high enough

Ain't no mountain high. Ain't no valley low. Ain't no river wide enough, baby. If you need me, call me. No matter where you are. No matter how far. Just call my name, i'll be there in a hurry. You don't have to worry cause baby there. Ain't no mountain high enough. Ain't no valley low enough. Ain't no river wide enough to keep me from getting to you, babe. // Remember the day I set you free, I told you you could always count on me, darling, from that day on, I made a vow, i'll be there when you want me, some way, some how cause baby there. Ain't no mountain high enough. Ain't no valley low enough. Ain't no river wide enough to keep me from getting to you, babe. Oh no, darling. No wind, no rain nor winter's cold, can stop me baby. No no baby, cause you are my goal. If you're ever in trouble, i'll be there on the double, just send for me. Oh baby! My love is alive, way down in my heart. Although we are miles apart if you ever need a helping hand, I'll be there on the double just as fast as I can.

Connor Kenway - like real people do (Hozier)

Why were you digging? What did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth? // I will not ask you where you came from. I will not ask you, neither should you. // I knew that look dear, eyes always seeking. Was there in someone that dug long ago. So I will not ask you why you were creeping, in some sad way I already know. I will not ask you where you came from. I will not ask you and neither would you. Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss like real people do.

Haytham Kenway - Strangers in the night (Frank Sinatra)

Strangers in the night. Exchanging glances, wondering in the night. What were the chances we'd be sharing love before the night was through? Something in your eyes was so inviting. Something in your smile was so exciting. Something in my heart told me I must have you. Strangers in the night. Two lonely people, we were stangers in the night, up to the moment when we said our first "Hello" Little did we know, love was just a glance away. A warm embracing dance away and ever since that night we've been together, lovers at first sight and love forever, it turned out so right for strangers in the night. Love was just a glance away. A warm embracing dance away. Ever since that night we've been together, lovers at first sight and love forever, it turned out so right for strangers in the night.

Aveline De Grandpre - the first time I ever saw your face (Roberta flack)

The first time, ever I saw your face. I thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark, and the endless sky and the first time, ever I kissed your mouth, I felt the earth move in my hands like the trembling heart of a captive bird. That was there, at my command, my love and the first time, ever I lay with you, I felt your heart so close to mine and I knew our joy would fill the earth and last, 'til the end of time, my love, the first time, ever I saw your face.

Edward Kenway - more than a woman (bee gees)

I never really looked before but now you take my breath away. Suddenly you're in my life, part of everything I do. You got me working day and night just tryin' to keep a hold on you // Here in your arms I found my paradise, my only chance for happiness and if I lose you now, I think I would die. Oh, say you'll always be my baby, we can make it shine. We can take forever, just a minute at a time // More than a woman, more than a woman to me. More than a woman, more than a woman to me. // There are stories old and true of people so in love like you and me and I can see myself. Let history repeat itself. Reflecting how I feel for you. Thinking 'bout those people then. I know that in a thousand years, I'd fall in love with you again.

Shay Cormac - Harvest moon (Neil Young)

Come a little bit closer, hear what I have to say. Just like children sleepin' we could dream this night away but there's a full moon rising, let's go dancin' in the light. We know where the music's playing let's go out and feel the night // Because I'm still in love with you. I want to see you dance again. Because I'm still in love with you, on this harvest moon. When we were strangers, I watched you from afar. When we were lovers, I loved you with all my heart but now it's gettin' late and the moon is climbin' high // I want to celebrate. See it shinin' in your eye.

Arno Dorian - somebody to love (Queen)

Can anybody find me, somebody to love? // I work hard every day of my life. I work 'til I ache my bones. At the end, I take home my hard-earned pay all on my own. // I go down on my knees and I start to pray 'til the tears run down from my eyes. Lord, somebody, somebody. Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Élise De La Serre - take my breath away (Berlin)

Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game. On this endless ocean, finally, lovers know no shame. Turning and returning to some secret place inside. Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say "Take my breath away. Take my breath away" Watching, I keep waiting, still anticipating love. Never hesitating to become the fated ones. Turning and returning to some secret place to hide. Watching in slow motion as you turn to me and say "My love, take my breath away" Through the hourglass, I saw you. In time, you slipped away. When the mirror crashed, I called you and turned to hear you say "If only for today, I am unafraid"

Jacob Frye - my kinda lover (Billy Squier)

You got me runnin' baby. You give me somethin' way beyond revenue. You put the magic in me. I feel the magic when we do what we do and oh, i can't do without you for too long. You're my situation. You're my kinda lover. My kinda lover. My kinda lover // You keep me all together. You take me out whenever I'm lettin' down. You got the motions baby. I got a notion maybe I'll stick around because, oh. I can never doubt you for too long. I can't see no reason. You're my kinda lover, My kinda lover, My kinda lover // When you come 'round I never get down, I fly across the floor. I can see you comin' on me and I can't ask for more. Rock me, sock me, baby you got me ridin' to the end. Rake me, shake me, baby you make me turn me on again. You got my motor racin'. I find my thoughts embracin' your every move and I wanna set you reelin'. I wanna make you feel the way that I do and oh. I've been thinkin' 'bout you for so long and I don't wanna lose you. You're my kinda lover. My kinda lover.

Evie Frye - can’t take my eyes off of you (Frankie Valli)

You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you. You'd be like Heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much. At long last, love has arrived and I thank God I'm alive. You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you. Pardon the way that I stare. There's nothin' else to compare. The sight of you leaves me weak. There are no words left to speak but if you feel like I feel, please let me know that it's real. You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you. I love you, baby and if it's quite alright, I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night. I love you, baby, trust in me when I say. Oh, pretty baby. Don't bring me down, I pray. Oh, pretty baby, now that I've found you, stay and let me love you, baby, let me love you.

Henry Green - never my love (the association)

You ask me if there'll come a time, when I grow tired of you. Never, my love. Never, my love. You wonder if this heart of mine will lose its desire for you. Never, my love. Never, my love. What makes you think love will end? When you know that my whole life depends on you. // You say you fear I'll change my mind, I won't require you. Never, my love. Never, my love. How can you think love will end when I've asked you to spend your whole life with me? Never, my love. Never, my love

Eivor Varinsdottir - made in Japan (buck owens)

i’m finally opening commissions this is so exciting \o/

Ezio

* Ezio finds his scars add a certain charm and ruggedness to his already dashing good looks. Having an interesting backstory on how he got the one on his lips helps, especially when it could be embellished if needing to sway a potential romantic partner into his arms. Over the years, he’s gained new scars along his body, either from training, brawls, or the occasional close call with the guards or archers around Italy, and he will use each to his advantage.

* The feeling was a little funny the first couple of times Ezio kissed with the scar on his lips, the sensation on the raised skin there but faint. There was a dullness of pain but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t use to. Ezio enjoys how his lovers trace the marks across his body, making a sly suggestion of kissing them to make them feel better as it usually leads to another round of passionate lovemaking.

* Ezio, in turn, will be curious about your own, though he won’t be as forward with asking, disguising his curiosity as a comment or an observation about sharing the same lively spirit as himself. Whether you proudly display them or keep them hidden, he finds them beautiful and will remind you often, usually with a kiss with the ones that any eyes can see. The more private ones, he will indulge with behind closed doors.

* If Ezio is training you to be an assassin, chances are you both have marred each other at some point. Each wound or scratch is either made up for with an apology, a kiss, or a lesson about what to do the next time. When away from each other on missions, the scars become a nice reminder of the other and of their touch made permanent on your skin.

Connor

* Connor has his fair share of scars and marks, mostly from his childhood, training, hunting, and from missions that didn’t go quite as smoothly as been hoped. He doesn’t mind them, just reminders of moments from his life. He’s willing to tell his partner if they ask about them but some hold more painful memories than others and need time in order to hear the stories on those ones.

* Connor doesn’t like to be touched so it would take a lot of trust and asking permission. Most times, you would either see or touch them if you’re tending to his wounds and happen to graze them on accident, apologizing afterwards before focusing on getting him patched up. The first few times he tenses up but the more these moments occur, the more he gets used to them. Connor doesn’t feel anything when he touches them himself but then another does, it feels foreign, a slight sharpness creeping up on the skin.

* Regarding your scars, Connor won’t ask how you got them but will listen if you want to share. You might earn a rare smile or laugh from him if the scar came from a funny situation but if not, he apologizes. He’s gentle when he has to interact with your scars, making the moments brief and quick, but the warmth from his skin and hands feels rather nice if he happens to linger. He never thinks any less of you for having them, seeing them as completely normal, regardless of your previous class or background.

* Some type of injury is almost always guaranteed when Connor and you are training, hunting, sailing, or working on restoring the Homestead though most are just simple cuts or splinters. Though you bandage your own wounds at the beginning, you start tending to each others under the guise of practice in case Doctor Lyle is not around or if its not serious enough to need his attention. They may not be the best moments but it is time spent together which is sought more and more when your relationship starts to grow.

Shay (Assassin)

* Shay’s been through the wringer, fighting his way through the streets of New York as a child, working on ships with his father in his youth, and even killing a pirate captain! He’s got more cuts, scars, and scraps than most anyone his age but most are hidden by his clothes. He’s had a few associates point them out, claiming it’s due to “making his own luck” but to him, they’re another sign that he is lucky, making it out alive with the mark to prove it.

* It’s not uncommon to see Shay with a new scar or mark, the cause of which could be anything from attacks by wildlife, assassinations going less than smooth, or from a navy battle, usually being grazed by rogue shrapnel. He tends to be a fast healer but depending on your relationship, might stick around and milk his injury for your undivided attention, giving him the opportunity to talk and flirt with you.

* Shay is more than willing to share stories about his old scars, especially when you’re the one asking as you skim his body with your fingers, finding a new one each time. Since he’s so used to them, Shay doesn’t find the feeling odd or painful, it just tickles if anything but if brushed for too long can become uncomfortable.

* When it comes to your scars, Shay will ask about how you got them, tracing along them as well as you tell your tale. If it’s a scar he’s given you, depending on how close you are, he’ll either apologize or say he’ll kiss it to make it feel better which often leads to other means to make it up to you. If he’s lucky, you might even leave your own marks on him.

Shay (Templar)

* Now as a Templar, Shay’s luck with scars doesn’t get easier with the addition of assassins attempting to kill him at every corner, most nicking him if he didn’t catch them in time. He still turns to you to patch him up when needed though he tends to he more solemn and not as talkative. Depending on his mood, you try to cheer him up with a joke or old memory and if not, you at least make the best of your time together, letting him recover with a ear to listen to and a strong drink if needed.

* Shay’s still just as numb to the new scars as well as the old but his body aches more. After his fall off the cliff, Shay’s body appears more torn up than before with pains to match but he bares through it, his determination strong enough to weather any injury. He doesn’t like just anyone touching the scar over his eye, it would take a lot of trust for him to allow one to do so.

* Shay doesn’t share as many stories as he used to, some scars going deeper than the skin itself and he doesn’t want to worry you, especially if you’re together at this point. He will try to rekindle that spark between you if knew each other in the past, musing about the same old stories that you shared and laughing it off, trying to break the barrier between you and show he’s still the man you knew back then.

* If you knew him as an Assassin, Shay will make some sort of comment if he sees some new marks along your body, either saying you don’t have to take all his hits when he left or that it seems you’ve had it just as rough as he has. If you knew him only as a Templar, he’ll still be curious but respect for you to keep your secrets. He’ll still them all the same the way he knows how but the kisses and words seem more genuine than just a quick sorry or small peck.

Arno

* Arno tended to get into scraps in his youth, usually as a last resource if he couldn’t talk his way out or escape, earning a few scars along the way. A round of cards usually ends in a few bruises and cuts if Arno outwits his opponent or is caught cheating. Mastery with the sword as well as climbing the numerous buildings and trees have given him a good assortment of callouses and thicker scars on his hands and fingers. It’s really after Da La Serre’s murder and the scar that lined his face that he collects them more frequently from training under the assassins and their line of work.

* Arno doesn’t flaunt them, the only one he really shows off being the one he can’t really cover but even then, it’s a permanent reminder of his failure and needing to redeem himself. It would take some trust in order for someone to touch the scar on his face. Yet he does yearn for physical touch and one of the most intimate for him is for someone to kiss or skim their fingers along his scars and marks. They still sting on occasion but he’s used to it.

* Arno doesn’t ask about yours, knowing the pain that can come with them all too well. If you care to share, he will listen and in turn, would also kiss them as if reassuring they won’t hurt you anymore. He also likes to trace them early in the morning while you’re laying in bed as a way to wake you up if he gets up earlier than you.

* When training with him, a bit of Arno’s playfulness from his youth comes in if he ends up giving you a scar, encouraging you to give him one if you’re up for the challenge. He does patch you up afterwards and you do the same. If someone else manages to hurt you, he gets more aggressive towards them during training or fighting. You have to put his mind as ease and let him know you’re alright and can fend for yourself, figuring it stems from not being able to protect the people he loved. Even if it does ease him, it doesn’t make him any less protective of you.

Edward

* Being a privateer turned pirate turned assassin, Edward is basically a walking callous, scars and marks covering his whole body. From cannon fire, swords, gunfire, bar fights, shrapnel, and animal attacks, Edward’s skin is a mosaic with enough tales to fill a library. If you have the ear for it and a bottle to nurse, he’s willing to share a few stories though you could never tell which is the truth and what is merely a tall tale.

* Edward is very much numb to all his scars, not giving them much mind as they are an expected consequence of his trades. He only really comments on them if trying to intimidate or impress someone, the latter maybe adding a few of their own if they’re lucky to end up in his bed. The sensation is dull when a friend or lover traces his marred skin but occasionally there is a twitch of feeling, a light sensation that he rather likes.

* With Edward being so used to scars, he doesn’t mind yours and even expects them. The Caribbean is a chaotic place, after all, and it’s only a given at this point. He would strum his fingers along, asking if there were anymore you cared to show him, a tactic he’s used countless times to swoon a potential partner. He’ll listen if you care to share your stories but doesn’t ask outright.

* Edward would laugh if you’re wet around the ears and get your first scars, whether from rope burns, your first fight, or even cutting yourself from trying to butcher or skin your first catch, but reassure you’ll get use to them soon enough. If he’s the one to give you a scar, he’ll muse that you just have to get him back one of these days. Interpretation is up to you.

Jacob

* Jacob is a very rough and tumble type of person and has the scars and marks to prove it. He’s more than willing and able to prove himself, doing so at a young age with mixed results, the scars showing his successes and failures. He finds they add a certain charm and toughness to him that makes some people second guess messing with him while some are attracted to the danger and mystery.

* Jacob likes it when someone asks about his scars or when someone he fancies asks to touch them. The older scars tickle more than anything but new ones a still a little tender. He likes to tell you how he got them, maybe stretching the true a little to impress you and if it’s a funny or elaborate story, he’ll demonstrate what happened with you, leading to a lot of close contact and perhaps more.

* Regarding your scars, Jacob will ask about them, measuring himself against you and how much of a fight you’d put up. He likes to compare to his own and will go searching if you give him the opportunity, especially if they’re in an odd place. If you rather not share, he’ll respect that but the curiosity does start to eat away at him.

Shay

* Shay has a pretty great alcohol tolerance but it does come at a heavy cost from his youth, getting drunk often when he was lost in life with no direction or purpose. He doesn’t drink as heavily as those days, but will drink more than his usual with his crew and fellow Templars if encouraged, usually during celebrations or victories.

* Shay is a rowdy but fun drunk, getting very physical though it usually starts with playful punches to the shoulder or pulling someone close to share a drink, laugh at an old story, or singing should the mood strike. It’s only when someone pushes him the wrong way or says the wrong thing that he’s ready to throw a punch.

* Shay’s a great drinking buddy, willing to buy you a pint for a job well done but can be a hassle when he does start a brawl and needs to be pulled away or else you’re fighting with him. He’ll apologize/thank you afterwards with the next round on or a gift if you rather not want a repeat of last time.

* When you’re drunk, Shay will keep an eye on you as you talk to others and dance with the music, even joining you if he’s in the mood. But if someone starts to hassle you, either from refusing their attention or settling a score, Shay would step in and tell them to leave you be or he’ll make them by force.

* Hangovers aren’t usually the problem for Shay after drinking, its getting patched up from a brawl that he needs help with and recruits you to do regardless. As for his hangover, a good meal or the “hair of the dog” cure does him best for a speedy recovery. He’s willing to cook or pour you something of your own if you could stomach it, willing to wait till the green is gone from your face.

Connor

* Connor is a light weight, doing well with only one or two drinks if spaced out well or more if watered down. His reasoning is to still be able and capable in case of an attack or emergency. During times of celebration, he will drink more and more potent beverages, but will do his best to moderate himself.

* Connor is a very social and friendly drunk at first, but later in the night he does get a bit sleepy. He’s definitely smiling and laughing more than his usual self, sometimes mixing English and his native tongue when he talks. He’s more tolerant of people touching him but still has his limits and muscle memory will take hold if someone gets too close and they get toppled to the ground.

* Connor needs someone to keep an eye on him when he’s drinking, just in case those reflexes kick in and he hurts someone or causes some property damage, unintentionally, of course. He might protest when you limit him or cut him off, but he does appreciate your efforts when his mind is sober. The real struggle is getting him into bed, the absolute bear of a man needing guidance before you get him roughly wear he needs to go though you know from living with him that he ends up on the floor more often than not.

* When you’re drunk, Connor keeps close and tries to have your best interest, making sure you’re cut off at your limit though this does cause you to protest and argue with him. You apologize the morning afterwards but he knows not to take your words seriously when boozed up, especially when it comes to comments that might be more suggestive. He makes sure you get to bed though whose bed is a different matter, you sometimes stealing his if the mood strikes you.

* Connor will usually sleep off the hangover but if it persists, a home cooked meal and tea does nicely to cure it. If the same doesn’t help yours, he would turn to Dr. Lyle for help, the concoction bitter but it’s easier to bare it when suffering with another. Apologies about behaviors and words said when drunk as well as thanks are your usual morning routine, taking it slow in order to recover fully usually followed by working on the washing to clear out the lingering smell of liquor and sick.

Edward

* Edward can out drink most of crew and peers. Chalk up to his years of perfecting the art of being functional when intoxicated, Edward can hold his liquor well enough, stumbling but still about to stand, or wobble, on his own two feet. Doesn’t have a preference when it comes to his drinks, as long as it flows and he can keep the buzz going. He’s used to the smell of sick and alcohol after a night of drinking so he’s very much nose blind to it.

* Edward is a man of many moods while drunk and it’s a luck of the draw which flavor of Kenway you get. Sometime you’ll have a Captain merely celebrating with his crew, singing along and enjoying the company but sometimes you get a moody Captain, frustrated with his lot in life and unable to do anything except drink those worries and fears away. If company sours, he’s capable of holding his own in a fight but needs to be ushered out before he makes the situation worse.

* It’s take a crew to keep an eye on their captain but when half that crew is just as drunk as their captain, it feels like you’re herding cats if you remain one of the few sober or even buzzed. Depending on his level of drunkenness, Edward will go without hassle most of the time, but will get kicked out if deemed a menace. You do your best to get him back to the Jackdaw but you do lose him sometimes, Edward returning on his own accord or you finding him later and scrapping him up.

* When you’re drunk, Edward makes sure you’re having fun and keep up with him, eager to share a drink, and maybe even try to work that Kenway charm on you. He’ll tease you for not being able to hold your drink, especially when you lose a bet with him but after the money’s run dry, he will make sure someone trusted will take you back to the Jackdaw.

* The traditional cure is the best cure; a little stash of whisker, rum, whatever he has on hand is enough to sober him up and if you’re lucky, he’ll share a little with you as you watch the sun rise on another day. He will scold you if you upchuck your insides on the deck, motioning you to do so off the rails but offers a rub or pat on the back to get it all out before offering his cure all.

Arno

* Arno has a rather good tolerance, used to drinking moderately and his drink of choice of beverage being higher in alcohol content. Prefer red over white wine but hates how it stains his clothes and the complaints about cleaning those stains afterwards by you or woman at the Café Théâtre. Arno likes to drink alone as he doesn’t want to get someone else involved in his mess in case a fight ensues.

* Arno is a moody drunk, prone to great anger as well as great sadness which is when he usually drinks, aggravating his behavior. He’s more willing to get into fights at the bar and does rather well fending off others but can get overwhelmed and pummeled to the ground if no one drags him out ahead of time. He also sulks when he drinks by himself, regret and sadness boiling over until he tries to find another bottle to nurse the pain or succumbs to it completely.

* Arno’s preference is to be alone or left alone when he drinks, but he knows that misery loves company and might be open to wallowing in that misery together with someone he can trust. He manages to stumble back to base when drunk though sometimes you find him at the old La Serre home and have to drag him out of there, usually waiting until he passes out. The ladies at the cafe help you to get him into him into bed, keeping watch until he finally wakes up.

* When you’re drunk, Arno is vigilant when you drink in public, getting you out when you’re cut off, but you don’t always end up at the same place. You usually end up at the cafe or home with Arno nowhere to be seen until you end of finding him, buried in his blankets or already up and out for the day, looking exhausted but functional.

* Arno is not a morning person, choosing to sleep off the hangover before heading down to the kitchen for the tea or coffee though if he’s lucky, you or one of the other ladies will leave him a cup within reach. He’d get you a cup as well but wouldn’t wake you, especially if the night was rough for both of you.

Jacob

* Jacob thinks he has a high tolerance but it’s just above average. It’s his cockiness and personality that really sells that illusion. He can still get around and do his job, although stumbling would be a better term. Is even more sassy and talks back more to others, especially if they get on his nerves. Sobers up real quick when caught by Evie or Henry, who would rat him out to Evie.

* Jacob is a social drunk, mingling with others and is able do get some work done while boozed. He’s more reckless, willing to show off in a fight or challenging others to a drinking game or gambling. Will celebrate with his Rooks with a round on him for a job well done but would spoil someone who’s caught his eye like you.

* Jacob is also a great drinking companion, always trying to challenge you to a game whether it’s drinking or gambling(sometimes combining the two if you’re drinking privately in his room) and the prize for the winner? Another pint! He’s also ready to get into a rumble with you, knocking heads and taking no prisoners. You try to be each other’s alibis when questioned what had happened and you’ve covered for Jacob so much that you have a back catalog of favors he owes you.

* When you’re drunk, Jacob tends to hover as to not give anyone any ideas and has fought people for even looking at you a little too long. He tends to have a hand somewhere on you whether it’s rubbing your back if you’re puking in the alley or patting your shoulder when you finally down your third pint with encouragement of course. Is in flavor of sloppy drunk makeouts.

* During extreme blackouts, you have had to locate Jacob if he didn’t end back up on the train. A few Rooks and you have found him in some unusual spots such as hay carts, trees, trains, roofs, benches, and even a different train. You’ve found him in your bed a few times but keep that to yourself. Regarding hangovers, Jacob’s go-tos are tea with a hearty breakfast or just nursing another pint.

Ezio

* Ezio has an above average drinking tolerance similar to Arno due to their culture and drinking habits. He actually prefers just to be buzzed, enough to have a good time but doesn’t like to get sloppy drunk. It’s only on rare occasions that he’ll go overboard with the drinks. Prefers to drink with others but if trying to impress a girl, would sneak her a drink from his family’s private stash to share.

* Ezio is a very flirty drunk, the buzz he has going on making his charm even smoother, even through slurred speech. He’s more bold with his choice of words and a little more handsy, also in favor of a drunken makeout session. But Ezio draws a hard line in the sand when it comes to making out drunk and would never force himself on a partner and especially when they’re absolutely wasted.

* Ezio would be a great wingman when drinking, encouraging you to take a chance if you’re interested in someone and even workshopping what to say to them though it does get a little awkward when you use his advice on himself but he chalks it up to you being a little too drunk. If so, he makes you sit and sober up a little bit until you’re ready to come back. He will also talk you up to anybody you’ve shown interest in.

* When you’re drunk, Ezio keeps you within view and makes sure no man takes advantage of you. If he’s willing to teach men a lesson about cheating and fooling around then sober, he’s more than willing to extend that curriculum to some scumbag trying to cop a feel or force themselves on you. Ezio overrides any choices you make when you’re completely hammered, instead taking you home or back with a trust friend or ally to sleep it off, even carrying you off if he needs to do so.

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Lmao I just wants to break up all the grey background doodles for a bit dhdjhBJBH

Here’s a thing I made for Haytham’s birthday this past December !!