#haythamkenway

[tenebrare]

Assassin's Creed - Haytham Kenway (sketch)

[huythan1910]

Got the kenway 🥺🥹

[demigoddessqueens]

Haytham having a breakdown from all the shit he went through with his sister, Jim and Birch and his fem!s/o comforting him? he just needs to cry, scream and get all that grief out

Thank you for your request anon!

A/N - honestly EVERY SINGLE one of them needs to, down to the whole family line starting with Altair

If he were to ever cry; first, it’s a rarity in it’s own way because Haytham and feelings are an unlikely duo.

And then second, don’t tell anyone else you’ve seen him like this. He couldn’t bear anyone else learning this side of him.

The most you could do for him now is just be there for him.

No empty promises, just comfort and whatever reassurances the remnants of a steel heart can salvage.

It’s pitiful, it’s tragically beautiful but you’re at a loss of what to say.

Gut-wrenching cries and sobs that can only be ripped from the depths of where one’s soul and heart are. Or what’s left of it.

You place a gentle hand on broad shaking shoulders.

There’s little you know of his background but from the scraps you heard in passing, there’s a cold air of loss that perpetually surrounds this man.

The tear drops decorate your shoulder in splotches where he’s hidden his face.

Murmurs of names unfamiliar to you chip away at your exterior because of how Haytham says them. You didn’t know there were others he held close to him.

[vanillapie-art]

yep, official suit and cape frome different era is one of my favorite combinations x) and. damn. huge. SWORD. I'm literally this

[puttingthesassinassassin]

How i imagine most of Connor and Haythams text conversations go

[the-nonchalance-draws]

“Nothing is true, everything is permitted.” The Creed of the Assassins. . For day 5 if #ac1week Target: Altaïr with a freshly bloodstained feather. . #ezio #assassinscreedrogue #videogames #assassinscreededit #bayek #assassinscreedrevelations #shaycormac #elisedelaserre #cosplay #haythamkenway #godofwar #videogame #acorigins #fryetwins #templar #acphotomode #inktober #ton #photomode #ac #assassinscreedfreak #ratonhnhak #altaïribnlaahad #assassinscreedseries #ubisoftgames #gamephoto #game #xboxone #fanart https://www.instagram.com/p/B49orOgitcz/?igshid=16og1dplmjibd

[dreamerinstinct]

Assassin's Creed 3 - Hats off, Master Kenway

If you've been a follower for a long time you probably know that I used to be a massive Assassin's Creed fan. The series brought me back to gaming after a very long hiatus and thanks to them I stuc...

Assassin's Creed 3 - Hats off, Master Kenway by Maryanne007

[ask-the-almighty-google]

Vox Populi (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/Moi88Z4tYO 

 THIS STORY RATED M FOR ONLY A FEW CHAPTERS WHICH ARE CLEARLY LABELED IN CHAPTER TITLE. OTHERWISE, THIS STORY IS PG-13. AN ASSASSIN'S CREED FANFICTION. POSTED ON AO3 UNDER SAME USERNAME (EVENTUALLY). 

"So, do I get a chance to call my lawyer or are you too eager to stick bamboo under my fingernails?" Violet da Costa sighed in annoyance, mouth set as if she'd bitten into a persimmon. 

"Must you?" I smiled, my fractured jaw burning painfully. 

"I'm channeling the sass of a long-lost cousin." Somewhere in the afterlife, Clay was laughing himself into a second death. Violet shoved a blade against my carotid artery. She curled her bottom lip slightly as she bit it. I'd made her bleed. ...By being annoying. But I'd take a win when I could. 

"I'm going to ask you again. Where. Are. The others." 

 "Dunno. But hopefully somewhere even I can't track them." I stared into her. Through her. Violet took a step back. Apparently, she didn't like the possibility of my seeing into her very soul. I couldn't, obviously. But I'd gotten a reputation. A good one. 

"I don't-" she muttered something to herself, too low for me to catch. "Who ARE you?" It was my turn to be surprised. 

 "Really?" I laughed. "They didn't even give you a name?" She shook her head. "Then I'll tell you." Violet leaned in slightly in anticipation. 

 I reared up, the ropes snapping where I'd worn them against the edge of the chair. My forehead connected with her nose and she was suddenly on the floor. I wiped the blood off my face and took a glance about the dusty warehouse, thankful that no one had registered that something was wrong quite just yet. 

"I'm Desmond Miles."