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haytham-loves-chocolate · 4 months

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Enola Rossingol's Journal Entry 7

Warning: mentions of blood and kidnapping

25th of December, 1755

Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away

1755, what a year it has been for all of us. It’s been months since Haytham packed his things and moved back to London. He did not tell me what else he was up to, but I wish I could go.

The only thing that matters right now is relaxing my body. This year has been a bloody one, and it will continue to be one. The noblemen don’t know I’m carrying a child, his child. It’s something I’m worried about all the time. I only wish to be comfortable, I wish to be thinking about when Haytham is coming home. Instead, I’m fearing for my life. Every step I take, every sound in the house, even the crackling of the fire doesn’t help. I can’t sleep now like I did last night.

I wish this snowstorm would cease so I can visit Pitcairn and Hickey. Even though I can’t stand Hickey’s drunken nonsense, it’s company. I hope next Christmas he’s coming home…

25th of December, 1756

Turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime

I am running, running and running. Celeste is buried in my coat I borrowed from Johnson, and I wrapped her small head in a warm cloth that I ripped from my pillowcase. 5 more months until she is 1, and her face looks a lot like mine, but she has Haytham’s eyes and hair, all for me to reminisce every day.

I’m dashing through the snow, this cold, unbearable snow, from redcoats that think they can take my baby. They already stormed by a few minutes ago, and I let one of them look down at her. Panic ensued, I grabbed her from their arms, afraid for her safety, I put one heel on the ground and I could not stop myself from making my escape. Now I hear them shooting at me, and I hear the sounds of Celeste’s cries, knowing she’s just as scared as I am. She’s my baby, she deserves to be with her mother, not with dirty, vulgar men like them.

A gunshot rang out in my ears, I felt a small ball drop beside me, too close to my leg. Again, another shot, this time I fall onto the snow mound, and I hear Celeste’s cries grow louder. The first thing I see is a trace of red right where my purple coat stops, the sight alone makes me worried if I can get up. Footsteps follow as I hold Celeste closer to my chest.

“Shhh, darling. Please stay quiet for mommy.” I try to hush her cries, cradling her head against my clothed breast, kissing her head oh so many times. For a few moments after, it’s silence. The eerie silence, a silence I wish never happened again.

I look up to see the trees and snow around us, but no redcoats, which I am grateful for. When I start to get myself up from the snow, I feel a gush come out of my leg, and more red stains the snow. I see a man with a tricorn hat rushing over to me. Oh, John, if only I could say thank you.

The next thing I remember is I’m lying on one of my guest beds, and a doctor with a few of my servants surround me. This is where I panic again, wondering where Celeste is. Even as I look around the room, I panic, hoping who I saw was only a dream. Over in the corner, next to a grey fireplace and across from the doctor’s bag on the brown armchair, I see John [Pitcairn] cradling Celeste in his arms, wearing his redcoat uniform, smiling over at me. From his features, I could tell Celeste was going to be alright.

Not a moment too soon, and the doctor tells me I’ll make a full recovery. After a few cloth bandages and a few happy cries from my maids, they exit the room, leaving the three of us together. Slowly, John makes his way towards me, and I can only smile in the way I know best, motherly and lovingly. He leans his head close to mine, to whisper something to me in his sweet, thick Scottish accent: “You have the face of an angel.” A smile from him, a smile that brightened up my heart made me feel comforted, safe, and secure.

If that was a flirt, I never noticed. If I had the heart, and the mind to say what I feel, I would have. I kept my mouth shut, towards my best friend. The married soldier that held my daughter like a father should.

25th of December, 1757

Baby, please come home

No letters, no thoughts nor feelings. The Grand Master worries me sometimes. Especially now, I wish I could be with him. Celeste and I are spending Christmas with Amais and his tribe. It’s not fun without my other friends with me, hopefully, I will see you soon.

Maybe next Christmas…

25th of December, 1758

All is calm, all is bright

Celeste came over to the Manor yesterday, and I spent it with her. She’s learning the native language very well, and her English is improving by the minute. Amias looks very handsome as well, maybe in another life I would have been with him. Sometimes, I feel like Celeste is his child, but my mind knows it is not.

Today is very special. Haytham is here, and so are Charles, Thomas, William, John, and Benjamin. I invited them over to the Manor for Christmas, and I am so, so joyful. We went out into the snow and acted like little children. I think I became more of a child than anyone else. I just felt like everything was alright, that time stopped just for today. Shay and Alanna were here as well, bonding is so much fun!

For dinner, it was a nice big banquet, though I regret having one due to all the violence happening around us. It paused for today, but it will continue tomorrow.

In the night, I sat beside Haytham, and I listened to his words, but when I realized he was talking about how much he misses Ziio, it made me think about Celeste. Did he ever get my letter? Maybe he’ll talk about how I was.

At that time, I never knew his hand clenched mine, the way his fingers touched the back of my palm. As I looked up at his sad, old eyes, I felt a hand on my shoulder and his eyes flickered. He turned his head towards me, his lips curled up into a loving smile, and he planted a kiss on my forehead, temple, and lips. His free hand moved to tilt my chin up to gaze at his face more. When I did, I could see his eyes, lips, and nose, and how sweet and handsome he looked.

The others had to go after a few more minutes, but I felt so happy. I can’t describe the words on paper, but what I felt for this moment, is something I want painted and framed. They told Haytham and me farewell, and the men kissed my hand or my cheek while Alanna wrapped her arms around me.

Tonight, as I write this paragraph, I will sleep like a baby. Haytham is waiting for me in bed, and I couldn’t be happier in my words and emotions. Christmas is the best time of the year.

(It’s snowing where I am right now and it brought me into a Christmas mood early. So I’ve been listening to Christmas songs writing these entries.)

#Haytham Kenway #assassins creed 3 #assassins creed #assassins creed iii #ac3 #assassins creed forsaken oc entry version #assassins creed forsaken entry #Enola Rossingol’s journal entry #benjamin church #thomas hickey #William Johnson #john pitcairn #Charles Lee

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ramshackledtrickster · 3 years

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John Pitcairn is underrated

#assassins creed #assassins creed fanart #assassins creed 3 #john pitcairn #colonial templars #feeding myself a lil ac3 content #as a treat #my art

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the-grandmaster-haytham-kenway · 3 years

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Haytham: Who broke the coffee machine? I’m not mad. I just wanna know.

Shay Cornac: I did. I broke it.

Haytham: No. No, you didn’t. Braddock?

William Braddock: Don’t look at me. Look at Church!

Benjamin Church: What?! I didn’t break it.

William Braddock: Huh. That’s weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Benjamin Church: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!

William Braddock: Suspicious.

Benjamin Church: No, it’s not!

Thomas Hickey: If it matters, probably not… Charles was the last one to use it.

Charles Lee: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!

Thomas Hickey:: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Charles Lee:: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles! Everyone knows that!

Shay Cormac: All right, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it Haytham.

Haytham: No. Who broke it?

Benjamin Church: Pitcairn’s been awfully quiet…

John Pitcairn: Really?!

Benjamin Church: really!

Haytham: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Haytham : Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

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imnotadogiswear · 3 years

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There are fics where Ziio lets Haytham see Connor once he finds out he’s a father but I’d love to read about a huge, politically motivated custody battle.

#assassin's creed #ac3 #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #haytham kenway #ziio #kaniehtí:io #charles lee #thomas hickey #benjamin church #william johnson #john pitcairn #fanfiction request #fanfic #writing #fanfiction #assassin's creed forsaken

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pluma-azurea · 4 years

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Red🔻

#assassin's creed iii #john pitcairn #the gang's time with this set of clothes might've been short but IT LOOKS GREAT #the scarf and gloves are so 💯👌👌#and well I finally got around to picking up AC3 instead of just looking through playthrough vids sooo #a commemorative piece? 😂#But ahh Pitcairn my boy you did /not/ get enough of the spotlight in the prologue sequence #though I have to say he looks adorable even when he's just being derpy in the background 😂😂#john pitcairn (ac3)

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megantronusprime · 4 years

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[mariah carey voice] we don’t know her

#ben church - whomst?#sorry next caller #I find it endlessly hilarious that nobody includes him in any of their writings about the colonial rite #point me to a ben church stan #assassin's creed #assassin's creed 3 #assassin's creed rogue #ac3 #aciii #ben church #benjamin church #templars #colonial rite #haytham kenway #charles lee #john pitcairn #william johnson #thomas hickey

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logicalllama · 6 years

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Everyone’s favourite Templar boyband

#ac3 #acedit #assassin's creed #haytham kenway #charles lee #benjamin church #william johnson #thomas hickey #john pitcairn #mine #b99 #i wonder if this crossover makes sense #all together now #gamingedit

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ao3feed-assassinscreed · 2 years

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Under the Eagle's Wing

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3An8Pe2

by Cameelo

Haytham takes his newly discovered children back to Boston with him.

so my bf, Ironick(sharing this account) had this idea of Connor getting a twin sister and being found by Haytham, but then they completely trashed the idea, so me being me, i'm going to be it's new mum :P (I also picked a better title, hehe)

Words: 6936, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Templar Twins

Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Haytham Kenway, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor, Original Kenway Character(s) (Assassin's Creed), Oiá:ner (Assassin's Creed), Kaniehtí:io | Ziio (mentioned), Original Characters, Charles Lee, John Pitcairn, William Johnson, Thomas Hickey

Relationships: Kaniehtí:io | Ziio/Haytham Kenway, Gen - Relationship

Additional Tags: Native American Character(s), 18th Century, Assassin's Creed III, Assassin's Creed: Forsaken, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Memories, Caring Haytham Kenway, Good Parent Haytham Kenway, Haytham Kenway's A+ Parenting, Fatherhood, Twins, Sibling Bonding, Grief/Mourning, Hidden Blades, Eagle Vision (Assassin's Creed), Poor Haytham Kenway, Angst and Feels, Kenway Family, Feels, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor Deserves Happiness, Connor gets a twin sister, Jacob and Evie Frye's relationship inspired this, Haytham raising twins, there are characters from my other work, also some of the plots are the same, Adorable Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor, i love the templars in ac3

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3An8Pe2

#ao3feed #fanfic #assassin's creed #assassins creed

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reflectionsofacreator · 3 years

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You’re tasked with running around Lexington until you find the mission start, and it’s John Parker rubbing his hands in a pre-dawn light surrounded by a small line of militia that showed up. You can hear him giving a small speech to his men before you approach, mostly telling them to stand their ground, and to not fire unless fired upon. When Pitcairn shows up though, all hell breaks loose, with ranks breaking and the barely trained militia scattering to the wind.

It’s a pretty hectic scene, and Ratonhnhake:ton has to run over to John to try and talk to him while the fighting goes on. They have a small chit chat while the bullets whizz and fly around them, and mortars crash into the town’s walls. John asks Connor to send word to the men at Concord, given how badly this battle is going, and you’re tasked with grabbing a horse and flying across the countryside while the battle rages. Shaun notes that the battle was highly unequal, with about 70 militia to Pitcairn’s 700, and it’s no surprise that it was a slaughter. It’s also worth noting that Lexington wasn’t even their goal, they’re just passing through onto Concord, and looking for hidden rebel caches along the way.

As you run along on the horse, you’re given the optional objectives to save citizens who are being rounded up as prisoners by the Redcoats. The journey itself is fast paced and furious, and with a bit of a time limit -- there’s this real sense of tension as you try to get to Concord and warn about the battle, but also stop and help people from being captured.

It’s actually really effective, and like, in a way, more what I expected from the Midnight Ride. I kinda feel like ac3, while it has it’s lighter moments, is more about the inherent horror of battle than say, the Ezio trilogy. With the Ezio Trilogy, I always had this feeling of like, taking on the world, that whatever battles I was in, it was great, shit was wonderful -- there was this undercurrent of “wow, this is badass! I feel like a one man army!” But I don’t get that feeling with ac3 at all. Perhaps it’s because of the slightly more modern tilt to the warfare, but this feels fraught and absolutely horrible. There’s no glory in this, only grim work. And that feeling persists throughout this entire mission.

#creator plays ac3

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yaboitroi · 6 years

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I will forever be thankful for anyone who fills this!

https://asscreedkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1795.html?thread=8682755

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imnotadogiswear · 3 years

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Fic Prompt: After being killed, Lee wakes up to a time before before he met Connor. Knowing the boy’s potential and certain of his grandmaster’s willingness, he decides to change things. Connor Kenway would be a Templar.