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Haytham's Journal Entry
A/N: This is just something I wrote to help me get this brain fog out of my head to finish the other WIPs I have sitting in Word. This is loosely based off the idea prompt list I posted a couple of days ago. Btw I'm am terrible with titles.
Love Letters to My beloved
Haytham x reader
April 1795
My Love,
I wish you could see me now, I wish you were here. Your flowers are in full bloom, the roses shine their red and pink hues. The apple tree as well is at full bloom as well as the tulips and marigolds . The sun as warm as the love you had very little time to show me. I made sure to put some of them at your grave. I miss you, the bed is too cold for me, the kitchen is too empty, the living room and your study is too quiet for my liking. I think back to the short time we spent together, one of my many regrets in this life. Not spending enough time with you and putting the order first strained us. We drifted apart and I found love with another. It wasn't until we were almost done with life that I found you again. Training Connor no less, finding out you had been raising him since his mother's death. In all reality, I was lost at the time. Realizing my whole life had been a lie, that the Order I followed was responsible for the many misfortunes in life. When you found me again, I had little care for myself and no care for any other. Then when everyone was slowing dying, you offered the suggestion to leave the order and disappear into the night. I took it, simply because I was too tired to fight back. That and I know, fighting you and Connor were things I simply did not have the strength to do. I know I didn't have enough time to show you how much I loved you, but I could not see you die by my hand, nor Connor for that manner. Then the 5 years we spent together were grand, but very short. The day you died, I cried until I had no tears left to cry. You promised me would not leave me again and you lied. You promised. You would scold me if you saw me now. I wanted more time with you, needed more time with you- I love you, you were too good for a man like me. Your outer beauty complimented your inner beauty. The tenderness you gave to me makes me miss you and yearn for you more each passing day I dream of you often, hoping I see you soon. Connor comes by when he can, he brings my granddaughters by and they get bigger and bigger. You would have love them. My heart will forever be yours, no matter what. My biggest hope is to be united with you in the afterlife and spend the eternity of time loving you the way you should've been loved from the start.
I hope to see you soon, my love
- Haytham
My history with Assassin's Creed Games
My first game was Assassin's Creed Bloodline, but I never finished it cause I couldn't get pass a certain level. I also no longer have a PSP, really want to get one though because I still have a lot of PSP games.
I recently wanted to play other games so I bought The Ezio collection and I loved AC 2, but hated Brotherhood on account of how much effort I spent getting Altair's armor only to lose it like 5 minutes into Brotherhood's cutscene I held a grudge and Revelation's was okay but very short.
I had bought Assassin's Creed 3 and instead got Rogue. I wrote a review since the people who sold it to me. (It said Ubisoft on Amazon, but Amazon is notorious for letting people fake identities and selling fake shit) refuse to answer and they blocked my review and said I was " Violating Guidelines" which I was pissed cause all I told them was it wasn't what I had ordered. So I kept Rogue and to me it's pretty good.
I also got Black Flag cheap on the Xbox store since they had a sale, but AC3 wasn't. I have to wait to get a Wi-Fi box since my phone is out of hotspot.
My history with other games is on my header but, I love zombie game. Have played both RDR games and the zombie DLC. Dead Island, L4Dead, GTA VC,VCS, IV, Liberty City Stories, and a lot of older war games. I lost a lot of the other PSP games cause my brothers can't take care of anything. Btw some of these I haven't played, I had a case with other games, but yet again my brother broke and lost my case and SD card. The case had two extra slots for game disks and SD cards. The one below is the one I still have.
Haytham X Reader
The Beginning of the End
A/N: This is part of the last fic, it is where Y/N passes and is based off that one scene from HBO John Adams where Mrs. Adams passes. Not gonna lie that scene made me cry like a baby. Like and Reblog if you like.
Warnings: angst, death, no happy end, Haytham can’t get a break
Also, NO ONE HAS ANY PERMISSION TO STEAL, COPY OR TRANSLATE THIS AND TAKE THIS AS YOUR OWN.
March 1786
Y/N had been sick for a while and didn’t seem to get any better. Haytham had called upon every doctor in the colonies and none had been able to find out the cause of her sickness. As each day passed, Haytham grew more frustrated and worried. Y/N couldn’t be dying, she was too young, it was too soon. They had only just reconciled and rekindle their love for each other. Her breathing was labored and her face had been drained of all color. She was drenched in sweat even with her thin nightgown and the cool spring air blowing through the windows.
Haytham walked in and saw her looking at the vase of flowers by the windows. Her labored breathing was a stab in the heart for him. He missed her laugh, her smile, her cheeky jokes. The sound of his cane hit the floor, unintentionally startling her from her brief peace. Behind his hand, Haytham held a bundle of crocuses and put them in the vase. He brought one of the flowers to her. “Look here my dearest, I brought you flowers” Haytham brought the flower to Y/N and laid right beside her. “Yeah, the pretty flowers, they’re beautiful just like you, yeah” He leaned down and planted kisses on her forehead. Y/N mumbled incoherently as Haytham wiped the sweat from her face.
Weakly she touched the flower, “ You know, I always knew you were a romantic at heart” she said faintly. Haytham slightly chuckled, "Only to you, you are the only one who has made me do crazy things in the name of love, my dear” Sighing, “ I just want to tell you that I love you Haytham, I’m sorry that we couldn’t spend more than five measly years together” her breathing became labored, tears began to fill her eyes. “I’m sorry that I was not there when you needed me the most I ---” Y/Ns eyes closed as struggled to find air. Haytham shushed her and tried to calm her down. “Shush, don’t work yourself up over nothing, If anything It’s me that should be sorry, I was never worthy of you. You gave me the truth, your heart and patience and I threw it away like if it was yesterday’s paper. You are an angel who let someone like myself love you and take you for his selfish reasons.”
He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. “You are going to fight whatever this is and we are going to be fine. You are a fighter my love, you just fight” Y/N’s wheezing grew stronger and she shook her head. “Not this time my love, I’m sorry Haytham, I love you I---” gasping for air, she froze with tears falling from her face. Haytham shook his head , he opened his mouth to speak but realized that Y/N was as still as can be. He brought his hand to her chin and looked in to her eyes. Her pupils were dilated and their was no sign of life in her. Her hand went limp on the bed. Haytham began to call out her name, but she did not respond. He began to shake her from her shoulders and checked if her heart was still beating, but was met with silence. He begin to wail and sob calling her name over and over, begging her to come back, screaming at the sky above why he had taken her from him. He scooped her up into his arms and began to cradle her face onto his chest. Her eyes void of any life staringback into him. He shut his eyes and continued to cry until the moonlight and cry of crickets woke him up.
Here's the last fic:
Knight in Templar Armor
Who is that man?
A Modern! Haytham Kenway x Maid! Reader
A/N: I know I made that post ages ago, but it's finally here. Don't expect miracles cause I'm still stuck on Chapter 4. I was working on another major story before this one and it's still stuck at Chapter 10 and word don't let me open it. (i swear if it got deleted i am going to cry) NOBODY HAS ANY PERMISSION TO COPY, STEAL OR TRANSLATE THIS STORY!! Like and reblog if you like
Warning: CRINGE WRITING, it's the beginning ok after two major unfinished stories. Reader is cringe and is really, REALLY struggling financially, Haytham may come off as a creep but he means well.
Walking down the street, Y/N made her way to the nearest newspaper booth to pick up a paper. Skimming through the paper, she came across the Job section and looked at the openings. They all demanded the same requirements: a college degree in a specific field, 20+ experience, complete understanding of the field and credible references. Frustrated, Y/N put the paper under her arm and made way to the bulletin board outside the Workforce office. Openings the door, she was hit by the fresh air of the AC. Sighing in relief she walked to the bulletin and looked at the papers all stapled on top of each other. Moving and lifting papers to get a better look at them, she was suddenly hit by the scent of a strong cologne hitting her nostrils.
She turned to the direction of the scent only to see a man in a navy blue suit, jet black hair slicked back into a pony tail and gray eyes. As he entered the office to the workforce, Y/N snapped out of her trance returning to the papers on the bulletin. She took out her phone and began calling some of the numbers. At this point, she needed any type of job, even if it meant getting catcalled by her coworkers or getting caked in dirt and looking like she had been to hell and back. All she had was her old car that she was currently living in, 2 dollars in her pocket , her bank had suspended her account due to her overdraft fees and she was stealing old food from restaurants.
Calling the 5th number and receiving no good news, her eyes began to fill with tears. She leaned against the board, head on the wall with her arm above her head and cried, the newspaper dropping to the ground. The door to the workforce opened and laughing emitted out it. A dark chuckle came out and the cologne scent from before came out. As she continued to cry, footsteps began to approach her. She didn’t realize until an hand was put on her shoulder. Startled, Y/N jumped back wiping the tears from her eyes, she looked up and saw the man in the blue suit with his gray eyes looking up at hers.
“I’m sorry, am I in your way”? The man chuckled, “No, I saw you crying is everything alright”? Hand still on her shoulder, Y/N grabbed his hand off her shoulder. “No, I can’t seem to find a job anywhere I – I’m sorry it’s none of your business” The man smirked, “ What type of job are looking for”? Sniffling, Y/N let out a frustrated sigh, “At this point, anything that doesn’t ask for 30 college degrees or 40 years of experience. The man smiled, “Well, I think I can help. I have a position opening soon, my longtime maid is retiring. And I need to have the position filled as soon as possible, Can you clean houses, wash and iron, prep a quick meal if need be?”.
Overcome with hope, Y/N nodded her head. “Yes, my grandma used to clean houses for a living and my aunt use to be a personal chef, I would always go and help them to earn some cash when I was younger.” “Well, that's more than enough of what I am looking for. Do you have living accommodations or do you need a place to stay.”? Y/N wanted to explode then and there. The perfect opportunity walked through the door to save her from an unknown fate. Holding her composure, Y/N replied, “Yes, I’ve been living in my car as of late.”
Embarrassment and shame crept up on her face as she felt her face heat up. The man smiled “Well then, it’s settled I finally can give up this little hunt for a new maid. Congratulations, you’re hired. I expect you to come on Tuesday at 7:00 am sharp. I do not tolerate tardiness and wear comfortable white shoes and a uniform will be provided for you. Your hair is expected to be groomed and kempt. Your hands and nails should be kept clean and no flamboyant makeup or hair. No phones on duty and you will have a room of your own, please keep in mind of others and keep the room clean and – “
Grrrooooowwwwlll!!!
Everything was going so well, until Y/N’s stomach made its presence known. Awkwardly smiling at the man, she wished the ground could swallow her whole. The man coughed, “Yes well as I was saying - Gggggrrrrroooowlll! Yes, well keep that in mind, the address is 7820 in the Jefferson Estates. It's a white/ beige big manor on 40 acres as well as a fountain in the middle and a name plate out front. The phone number is 563-9823.” The man unbuttoned his suit jacket and reached into the pocket. He pulled out 3 hundreds and a business card.
Y/Ns eyes bulged out her eye sockets “Here for your 'troubles’ pointing to her stomach. Y/ N awkwardly giggled, cursing her stomach. He turned around, then turned back around, “Ah, I didn’t get your name, miss”. “Huh, oh it’s Y/N L/N. The man grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, “Haytham Kenway” . Heat creeping up her face, Haytham turned around and left. She slid down the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. She had never gone through a rollercoaster of emotions in a small amount of time. She had only realized that this man gave her three hundred dollars like pocket change. She began to freak out, but her stomach reminded her as to why she got that money in the first place. Looking at the business card she could have sworn that name sounded familiar.
Notes: Sorry I wanted to look it over and word is a complete ass by deleting documents and editing.
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