[ONGOING] Assassin's Creed Oneshots (REQUESTS OPEN - SMUT INCLUDED)

⭕𝖋𝖋𝐢𝑐ᥱ Ꮃ⊙ɼ𝘬 a𝑛ⅆ 𝙂⊍𝐢𝑛𝑛ᥱ𝒔𝒔━Ѕ𝚑a𝔂𝙩𝚑a𝓶 ⟮𝕸⊙ⅆᥱɼ𝑛⟭

Shay shrugs and sips some vodka...that slightly green color meant Żubrówka...must be a recommendation from Ash. "Our very friendly bartender recommended it, since they said I need a change of pace." he says, smiling a bit.

God, that Irish accent of his could drive me up a damn wall...I chuckle and put my glass down. "Is that so?" I ask with a chuckle. "Is it good?"

Shay nods and smiles. "Aye...it's still got that burn, but it's...sweeter."

"That's the bison grass from Białowieża Forest..." Ash smiles a bit. "It's good, isn't it?"

Shay nods and smiles. "You should try it, Haytham...it's good."

I nod and turn to Ash. "One Żubrówka, please...and how in God's name do you say...Bia-Białowieża..?"

Ash laughs and grabs a bottle of Żubrówka, pouring my glass. "It's a Polish thing...I'm not surprised you can't pronounce it. Try breaking it down a bit, like...start with the first syllable and then the next."

I nod and try to do it, but...I give up after a few tries. "Polish is...complicated. How do you speak it so well?"

Ash sighs. "I'm Polish...it comes naturally."

I nod and take the chilled vodka glass, sipping it. It tastes beautiful...that burn happening, but...with a sweetness to it. Like a sweet lemon, in a way. Shay grins at me and I feel my heart skip a beat or two. God...why was Shay so handsome? Getting out of my head, I nod and sip my drink.

"So, Haytham..." Shay says. "Ever get tired of work?"

I sigh and nod. "I do, yes...you?"

Shay sighs and puts his drink down. "I've always wanted to be an author. But my parents shot it down because it was unstable. I know they care, but...it's just annoying, doing a passionless job from 9 to 5 and then coming home to regret my life choices."

I nod. "I get it...I've always wanted to be something vital, something important to the working of the world, but...instead, I'm stuck in a shitty corporate building." I shake my head and sip more vodka.

"Ah, that's the shit adulting throws at you...you got to work to live." Ash says with a huff as they fix a martini for a boisterous Italian guy who was trying to flirt with them.

I nod in agreement and sigh. "It's sad, really...money rules everything."

Shay nods his agreement and sighs. "Aye, it's a sad truth. But...it's the world we live in, as shitty as it is."

I sigh and gulp down the rest of my drink...and then I leave some cash and start to walk home.

Timeskip, Shay's POV

I lay on my bed in my decently sized apartment, thinking. Haytham was...God, Haytham was perfect...he was like a dream.

I sigh and check my phone for anything...nothing. Why was I even checking, anyway? It's not like Haytham would harbor romantic feelings in return for someone like me...I had long ago accepted that I was gay, but sometimes...it ate at me because I knew there was a high likelihood of my crushes not feeling the same way.

Mumbling a curse in Gaelic my grandmother would've hit me with a wooden spoon for, I get my arse off my bed and stand there. And I just...think. Think of Haytham...and maybe my imagination brewed some...less than appropriate fantasies. My phone buzzes with a text and I open it with haste...oh. It's not Haytham at all...it's Ash.

Even through the text, I could hear their voice. It read, 'I may have given Haytham your number...and if you need any...spicy requests for a story, I'm here'. Right...I'd forgotten Ash was a fanfiction writer in their spare time. I blush a bit at the mention of spicy requests for a story...they'd seriously do that? Knowing Ash, they would...I sigh and smile a bit. Seems they were playing matchmaker...well, two could play at that game.