Shay’s Morrigan

A place for my AC writing and as such

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GUYS I MADE A THING

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I DID IT WITH ALL MY LOVE

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IT’s NOVEMBER 9Th

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Blimey! This is one of the best things that I ever seen! Amazing work! I have to reblog it before I go away! Hey! My lovely Rooks! Look here! HAPPY AND FUNNY BIRTHDAY FRYE TWINS! @swiggle-muffin @jezsiema @babelast @poojadey12 and all Jacob’s fans!!!!

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Tura Lura Lura (Shay Cormac x Reader)

Tura Lura Lura (Shay Cormac x Reader)

“Where are you? You should have been back by now.”

Heavy footsteps creaked against the hard wooden floor of the small cabin, making the air heavy with his rather verbal concern of your arrival. The noise traveling a distinct path of pacing, coming from an older man, arms hooked around his back as he rubbed his knuckles. Shay wasn’t the type of man to let worry get the best of him, knowing that he had to hope to for the best or force his homebrewed luck on the situation but this one was out of his grasp. He didn’t quite know why the Templars needed you for assistance but he wouldn’t question, knowing in the end that they were doing right and that you would be safe, the last thing they would ever do would be to hurt you, he made sure of that. Worries and concerns about your safety were soon wiped from mind as he heard a shrill cry coming from the nearby room, focusing his attention on the small bundle that cried and wailed for her mother.

“What’s the matter, lass?” he mumbled, picking up the child as he wasn’t quite sure what awoke her but would try his best to calm his daughter. Despite (d/n) being born at the worst time in Shay and (y/n)’s life, Shay moving his allegiance to the Templars from the Assassins and convincing you as well but even through the rough points, you would always support him and with (d/n) now, you both had cemented your life with each other and wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“Your mum will be back soon, I promise,” he murmured as wasn’t usually the nurturing type but he had to be there for his child, slowing rocking her in his arms. The infant’s wails and cries didn’t stop, starting to wear Shay’s patience down as he had to take control of the situation now.

“If I can captain a ship or hunt a deer, I can rock my child to sleep,” he whispered to himself as he sat down at your rocking chair, pushing himself gentle with his heel as he gave a small cough, humming a few notes in the vain hope that a small lullaby would help his lass fall asleep, having heard and seen you do it numerous times before.

Over in Killarney, many years ago My mother sang a song to me in tones so sweet and low Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way And I’d give the world if she could sing that song to me this day

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don’t you cry Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, it’s an Irish lullaby

The small child started to calm down but began to squirm, not use to the rough, callous fingers trying to brush her soft skin. Shay could see that she was relaxing as he continued on, a rare smile forming on his face, something that could easily be seen on his daughter’s face.

Oft in dreams I wander to that cot again I feel her arms a-hugging me As when she held me then And I hear her voice a-hummin’ to me as in the days of yore when she used to rock me fast asleep outside the cabin door

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don’t you cry Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, it’s an Irish lullaby

(d/n)’s little brown eyes were soon closed, yawning as she was nestled in just right. Shay was about to put her in bed before a female voice turned his attention to the doorway, finding the love of his life leaning against the frame. “I knew you were good at singin’ with your shanties but that, that was impressive.”

“(y/n),” Shay mumbled, walking over to you, his face unchanged but you could spot the relief in his eyes over your safe return, “I didn’t expect you to be back this soon.”

“I can be full of surprises,” you couldn’t help but chuckled, having watched the scene play out for the most part, warming your heart after what you had to go through tonight but you still had to give him a bit of that (y/n) styled sass, “I guess you’re still learning then, hmm?”

“You can be a rather big pain in my arse,” he whispered, not wanting (d/n) to hear that, not at that young of an age at least as he gave you a small scowl.

“But you still love me,” you winked, noticing that he had nearly put your daughter to sleep as you gently took her out of his hands, “I’ll take (d/n) to bed now.”

Shay could only nod as he left you to tuck the infant in, having gotten ready for bed and waiting for you to accompany him, a small smirk forming when he watched you walk in, able to talk back to you now.

“Still just as feisty as ever,” Shay commented, watching you change into your nightgown as raked his aging locks back to get a beter view, “How did a man like myself end up findin’ company in you?”

“When you first approached me, as I recall it,” you used, settling next to him, pecking his cheek as you remembered the moment, “Something about being the most beautiful women after the Morrigan.”

“Aye, lass, but perhaps that’s not as true anymore,” Shay shrugged, knowing his words would draw your attention instantly.

“What do you mean by that?” you answered back, crossing your arms as you didn’t know what he was playing at but you didn’t like it one bit.

“I have two beautiful women in my life now,” Shay couldn’t help but tease, getting a little revenge back from your snarky comment earlier, “(d/n) and you.”

“A gentlemen as always,” you mumbled, loosening up now as you motioned him to lay down, “Come, you need your rest.”

“As do you,” he reminded up, your duties and well as (d/n) keeping you from sleeping so you had to take every free moment you could to rest.

As Shay and you managed to tuck in for the night, you managed to nuzzle yourself up to his chest as you perked an eyebrow up at him. “Perhaps you can lull me to sleep as well?” you asked, curious and hoping he would.

“I’ll try,” he cooed as he hummed a little of his earlier song, closing your eyes as he played with your (h/c) locks, feeling his chest vibrate against your skin, changing with the melody.

“Shay?” you murmured, a pleasant smile on your lips, “I love you.”

Despite what happened between the two of you and your current struggles, Shay knew your love was genuine and his was too as he cradled you in his arms, glad that not matter what, he could call you his wife, the mother of his child, and the most important thing in his life.

“Love you too, lass.”

Song used: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sr6w_wU3RzQ

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Ghosts on the Water (Shay x Reader)

Fog crept over the water of River Valley, the glow of the morning light softened by the heavy mist as you tried to scan for your missing ship; the Morrigan. Ever since you heard of the capture of Fort Arsenal and the commandeering of your vessel, you had been hunting her, seeking the bastard who was brave or stupid enough to take her from under your nose, making sure he would pay the price. You had to, needing to preserve the last memento of your dear friend and ally; Shay Cormac.   Though Shay was brash, quick tempered, and confrontational, he was as much of a delight to be around as he was a pain in the ass, whether in the heat of battle or with a celebratory drink at the local tavern. He always knew how to make you laugh, regarding the situation, and how to keep spirits high even in the roughest of times. But then Lisbon happened. It had changed him, Shay seeing the power that the Assassins were trying to seek and the destruction it brought to the innocent and trying to rectify it. You knew Shay didn’t understand the Creed like you or his peers did, but now he was fully opposed and was desperate to explain the harm they caused if they continued to seek out the Precursor sites and in turn, he paid the ultimate price.   At the news of Shay’s death, you presented a brave face, knowing and even expecting death as a part of your trade, but it crushed you. He may not have agreed with or got along with everyone, but he was your friend and maybe sometimes a little more. There had always been playful banter between both of you and Shay was a bit of a flirt, but it seemed the prospect of anything more plunged into the Atlantic with him.   To hold up his memory and perhaps sate your own grief and feelings, you took the Morrigan under your care, maintaining her upkeep and traversing the rivers and oceans. Even if Shay couldn’t be with you, you could still embrace his independence and energy, letting a piece of him live on.   But it seemed any luck Shay had left behind disappeared; you having returned from a mission to not only find that not only for fort was captured but the Morrigan was gone too. Worst of all, you had heard the Morrigan was stolen by the Templars, your sworn enemies. To have her name sullied by those dogs, it was almost too much to bear and so you went to seek her out. Unfortunately for her, the Morrigan would need to be reclaimed by you or find her watery grave, never wanting her to fall into the wrong hands again. And so here you were, following a rumor about a ship who bore her colors traveling up towards the North Atlantic and hoping to cut her off before she reached the icy seas.   A ship a few knots ahead caught your eye as she weaved through the tight canals of the river, her grace and speed all too familiar to you. There she was; her crimson sails emerging from the mist as she proudly displayed the head of a wolf upon them, foretelling of the death she would bring per her namesake. And now you would bring her death if need be, one predator going after another until one came out victorious.   “We found her!” You called out to the crew, now working frantically to prepare for the fight ahead as you steered towards your prey. Despite the narrow passages and morning fog providing some coverage, your aggressive pursuit put the Morrigan on high alert, hearing clanging and shouting in the distance. Trying to silence them, you told your crew to fire, a bitterness welling in your throat as you rather not hurt the last remnant of your friend but needed to end her suffering, come hell or high water.

—-   “Enemy ship firin’, captain!” a young man called out as cannonballs were spotted in the distance, aimed towards the Morrigan. Crew scurried to brace for impact, Shay attempting to maneuver the small channel to lessen the damage taken. His efforts were partial rewarded, some cannonballs heading straight towards the cliffside while others made direct contact, causing a spray of shrapnel along the deck.

Evading for the time being, Shay snuck a glance back to see who their pursuers were, this attack being more than just simple enemy fire from the French. Though the ship itself was unfamiliar, she bore yellow sails, common among the uniforms of his previous associates. Surely, they didn’t expect that he was alive, right? Perhaps they were just trying to take what they thought was rightfully theirs, having taken not only his ship back but their fort as well. No matter the reason, they were coming after him and he had no choice but to fight back.   “Seems we’ve picked up an old friend of yours,” Gist attempted to make light of the situation, the Templar also noting the banner of their foe, holding to the banister to keep balance as men started to load cannons, readied the burning oil, and prepare the mortar.   “We’ve ready for action, sir!” A voice called out, Shay knowing that around the bend, they could reach open water and turn the tide of this fight.   “Not for long,” Shay mused, signaling to release the burning oil, the narrow strait providing little wiggle room to follow lest your ship be damaged by the trail of slick and flames, “Let’s see them get through that first.”

—-   Heat and smoke blurred your vision at the sudden blaze before you, too close to avoid and too narrow to try and turn around. Sailors called out in a panic for orders, trying to find any options to avoid the inferno on the water. “Orders, (sir/ma’am)!”   “Watch the fire and keep her steady!” you barked out, wiping your eyes as you tried to weave through between the rocks and flames but was licked by both, the hull torn by in the chaos but thankfully, you were still afloat, beaten and burned but still ready for the fight ahead.   Now on the open sea, orders rang out between the two ships, following by cannon fire, shouting, and splinters as the two circled one another until ropes were added to the mix, tying the ships together with men getting ready to board and continue the fight, you included. Climbing onto the rigging, you searched for your target, wanting to strike quickly and reclaim the Morrigan as quickly as possible. Looking towards the quarter deck, you finally spotted the so call captain and-   Time froze when you say Shay, the malice in your heart quickly replaced with relief and joy. He’s alive?! Shay’s alive?!? He looked completely different; sporting a new scar along his brow, hair pulled back, clean shaven, and dressed in red and black attire but those eyes, the ones you saw such joy, rage, and sadness in, remained the same. Questions started to flood your mind, asking how he survived, why he was fighting with the Templars, and why he never reached out. Confliction soon settled in, knowing he was your enemy, that you should kill him… but you couldn’t. You had to know what he had been up to, to know why he was this way now… you needed answers and dead men don’t speak.   “We need to fall back! We’re taking too much damage!” You hollered, motioning them away from the battle. Some looked confused, their hellbent leader now wanting to flee combat.

“But your ship!” one cried out, thinking perhaps you had forgotten your prize that you coveted so dearly.   “We need to focus on the safety of the crew right now,” you yelled back, the man hesitating for a moment before relenting, ordering the crew to retreat and head towards the nearest port for repairs and rest. Your gaze softened, still focused on Shay as you flashed him a smile until he and his ship faded out of view, “Besides, The Morrigan is with her rightful owner.”

—-   “Shall we pursue them, Shay?” Gist asked, the men rearing to go and race after their attacker, especially with the potential of supplies or admitting the ship among their growing fleet.

“Leave them be,” Shay shook his head, watching the floating mess list away, those brown eyes not leaving yours until you turned away, the man watching you scamper down the ropes until retook the wheel, sails full in order to make a quick departure. He didn’t expect the Assassins to try and take back the Morrigan, especially with Chevalier calling her a pile of shite, but seeing you trying to take her back, it made sense. The two of you had been close and from rumors he heard, you had captained her after his death. Seems your loyalty didn’t end with death and maybe it can begin anew, if he could persuade you. Perhaps he could work that luck of his on you but now was not the time.

“They might prove troublesome, especially if they reveal you’re alive,” Gist reminded, the pair watching the black smoke rise in the distance, giving a trail if one desired to follow.

“Not that one, I can guarantee that,” Shay reassured his first mate, a quizzical look on his face at first but relented, starting to call out for damages and the wounded while Shay made course for port, mumbling under his breath, “But I suspect I’ll seem them soon, very soon.”

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Assassin’s Creed: Scars

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.

* If you’re training as a Rook, chances are you both have traded blows and left your own marks on each other. Jacob wears his as a badge of pride, especially if you both are together. If you happen to be pitted against one another in a fight club, he shows a little mercy at first but knows you can handle it, leading to patching each other in the train later and planning some sort of payback when the time comes.

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Assassin’s Creed Drunk Headcanons

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.

* A good nights rest has never done Ezio wrong to relieve his hangovers. Sometimes he has company, sometimes he doesn’t but he hasn’t complained either way though it is fun to try to remember the night’s events by reenacting them. If you do end up in bed together, romantic or not, he’ll wait until you wake you, either paying with your hair and gently caressing your skin until you do and tease you about what you did or didn’t do until you pull him close or chase him out.

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