#shaytham

[egg-on-a-legg]

this image has been rattling around in my head since i played rogue

[skxtchyghost]

very chatty

[tearsa]

It's too late for therapy Now.

[dlbn]

disgusting husbands

*this is not a height difference, haytham is not this short, he's just sitting yall 😭

[freysai]

hello shaytham nation

[graveb0und]

"Why wasn't Shay in AC3?" Because the whole game would've been this. You're welcome

[bbearicca]

Shay Cormac woke and sat up, wincing as a sharp pain shot through his lower back. He pressed a hand there, hissing through the soreness. Still, he dismissed it. Pain was an old companion, after all, and one he had long learned not to complain about, especially when there were missions yet to be done.

His eyes moved around the room before landing on Haytham Kenway.

The Grand Master stood by the table, surrounded by maps, notes, and loose papers. He calmly sorted through them, hands shifting pages as his eyes followed the writing, already fully focused despite the early hour. He was always like this. Be it calm, poised and elegant, and commanding too, as if the world couldn't give him a break to ease up and let loose for once.

Shay exhaled softly.

“You ever stop?” he asked. “Feels like you’re always busy with something.”

Haytham didn’t look up. “Responsibility does have a way of demanding one’s attention,” he replied. “Being the Grand Master tends to require it.”

Shay snorted under his breath and rose to his feet, crossing the room. He came to stand behind Haytham, close enough that the warmth of him lingered against Haytham’s back.

Shay leaned in, the marks on his chest were laid bare, shamelessly blooming and red, but still very much fresh enough to remind him of the night before. One hand settled at Haytham’s hip, the other resting loosely at his side, breath ghosting along Haytham’s neck.

Haytham stilled. His hand hovered above the parchment, as he glanced over his shoulder.

“And what,” he asked carefully, “do you think you’re doing?”

Shay didn’t answer right away. Instead, his grip tightened just slightly.

“Stay,” he murmured. “Leave the work for now. Come back to bed. You don’t have to do anything, just… not this. Not for a while.”

Haytham sighed. His hand came down to rest over Shay’s at his hip, thumb brushing against his knuckles.

“Very well. Just for a while.” A faint smile touched his lips.

“After all,” he added, “you did ask nicely.”

[fanfenomenon]

a glitch in the animus

my first ac fanmade comic and it had to be about shaytham... i had fun making this tho LOL and i finally drew the OG modern day gang <3 (except for lucy T_T) ALSO this was entirely @mollydewinter 's idea and i had to make a comic abt it LMAOOO

bonus panel: