asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Oh Haytham you so had this coming and I doubt you'll be able to keep this to yourself... by the way, won't he suspect that Connor knew since he used the same surname and asked about whether or not Haytham had children?

...sssh, stop spoiling the next chapter... :P

Alpha Altair is finding it strangely hard to fuck Omega Malik

yesss for real tho

oh gosh, i am so on board with this *u*

YES PLEASE :D

I wonder if Haytham will raise Connor up to be a Templar now...assuming he gets together with Ziio and all. Can't wait for more, anon! ^^

(Captcha: the color of a brown tongue is...? Um, WHAT?)

First off, I just have to say that Charles Lee is my least favorite character in the game. And you, dearest WriterAnon, are giving me FEELS about him. I don't want Charles Lee feels...(I love you WriterAnon, don't ever stop writing things. Ever. Or I will be sad.) What Charles Lee says at the end of the chapter was just PERFECT and made me so happy. It was exactly what I would have said. I think you may have made me hate him slightly less. Slightly. He's still an asshole, after all.

Oh my gosh, Haytham finally knows the truth! I can just imagine his expressions...first: O.o, then :O, then D; teeheehee~

I wonder, will this cause Haytham to abandon the plan? Will he tell Connor the truth about their relationship? Will they stop having sex? WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT??!!!???

Don't mind me, I'll just be sitting here and refreshing the page. FOREVER. o.o

(BTW I put up another chapter of the fic I'm filling for you!)

I gave you charles lee feels? Excellent... *cackles* no but in all seriousness I wanted to show a different side to him because as horrible as he is in game, even he would have some issues with doing all the nasty noncons and tortures in this fic. And I am such a sucker for ironic echoes.

I'm not telling you anything about the upcoming parts, EHEHEHEHE! Sorry!

You're far too kind! And thank you so much for the fill, I can't wait to read it! Unfortunately (for various reasons) my computer is unavailable right now, and navigating/commenting on a blackberry is haaaaard, so I'll check it out tomorrow! <3 ilu lots and lots, anon! <3

An AU where Connor has had a crush on his fellow Co worker Aveline for a year now. After some major convincing from his cousins (ezio and Desmond) he finally musters up enough courage to ask her out, only to find she is already seeing someone else. Connor mopes around for a few weeks until a handsome older gentleman by the name of George enters his store. Cue some one-sided flirting and a shy stuttering Connor. He gets asked out on a date to a fancy restaurant in which Connor accepts. While on the date Connor sees two familiar faces sitting in the table right across from his. Its his father and Aveline! Connor tries to leave the restaurant in a hurry only to be seen by his father. Haytham and Washington HATE each other. Despite the akward end to the date Connor and Washington really hit it off and continue to see each other.

Anon would love to see a lot of fighting and tention between Haytham and his son. Fights about Connor's choice in men, Haytham's dating someone 20 years younger than him, Haytham never being there for Connor, and the only reason why Haytham cares who Connor's dating is because its his rival.

This anon would love to see some really bad tention and caddy remarks between thrown
Haytham and Washington too

Wants Haytham and Connor to be purely platonic

Don't care if there's Haytham/ Aveline smut, but WashCon smut is a must!

Would love this to be a multi chapter story, but can be a one shot too

I stuffed my face onto a pilow and squealed in delight!!!! THIS IS SOO ADORABLE!

*Sigh*

A!A, this continues to be an amazingly epic fic! I *loved* the bit with Enoch in Desmond's head in NY. Also, the First Civilization being space refugees from some other enemy just makes SO MUCH SENSE, OMG. Everything seems to be coming full circle. I only wish Ubisoft put this much thought into their backstory.

And SO MANY FEELS FOR EZIO. /I KNEW/ that the execution scene would be tough for him, and you played it off perfectly.

and DESMOND, OMG WHAT --

!!!

f5f5f5f5f5f5f5f5f5f5

'cause when Anon thinks of magic-derived love running amok amongst the Colonial Templars and Connor's Brotherhood, it just cracks Anon up.

bonus: Lee professes love to Connor and chases him about while Haytham suddenly can't stop thinking of Hickey who's got the hots for Lee.

Not op but waiting for this so hard...someone, please!

WHEE! I'm glad you filled this! Also, I like the fact that Connor is the sick one, because it's a nice change to have someone take care of him for once.

*waits for the next part*

Now we find out just how Kanen'tó:kon escaped with Connor without Haytham stopping him! Also I think it’s fair to assume that the Sons of Liberty, Lafayette, Putnam and everyone else would have been subjected to joining Washington’s slave army even though they were all his allies. Washington probably got everyone he could into his slave army, save for Charles Lee who Haytham probably kept safe from Washington’s mind-controlling phase until he was sure he knew he didn’t need anymore in his army. Thanks for the reviews!

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Haytham nearly broke down the door in fury when the moron of a boy slammed it in his face. He raised his fist to punch it, tightening his fingers before lowering it with a curse. He wished Charles were here with some positive news or something to calm him down, pulling back a chair from the table he collapsed in it before he started to rub his temples. Continuing to be furious at the boy would not help their situation and more than likely make their tempers so volatile Washington would easily find them as they started throwing each other out windows. Perhaps sending Charles back to the palace instead had been a bad idea, but he needed to know just exactly Washington would do that his second precious object was stolen. He stopped himself when he realized he was calling his son an object. He was not about to sink to that madman’s level and address his son as such, no matter how politically correct it may be. He looked up to the door again, wishing that it would just burst into flames under his glare, letting him into the room so he could explain his reasoning in this. He sighed, it wasn’t like Kanen'tó:kon would listen to him, the boy saw things only as black and white, ignoring the large gray area in between. Connor was the same way, however it seemed that near the end of their working relationship--before Washington’s idiocy--that he had begun to see things in a different light. He leaned back in his chair and called Catherine over as he ordered whatever slop they were serving, he was going to be waiting awhile after all.

By the time Kanen'tó:kon had finally opened the door Haytham had been contemplating retiring for the evening. He simply watched as the boy crept out wearing his robes once more, unable to see his eyes from under the shadows of his hood. He stood up quietly, crossing his arms before letting out a light cough making the younger man tense before he looked over, frowning.

“Haytham.” His voice was low, the anger from earlier was still there, but he was taking great care to make sure it wasn’t getting the best of him. Well good, Haytham thought, at least he’s trying to act civil.

“Where are you going so late in the evening?” He questioned sounding genuinely confused even though he knew exactly where he was going.

“I am leaving as I had stated before.” He said gruffly, shifting uncomfortably.

“You won’t let me have a say in this?” He snapped back, mentally cursing as he let his frustration seep into his tone.

“You do not have a say.” The younger man hissed lightly, his hand unconsciously settling upon the hilt of his tomahawk.

“He is my son.” Haytham shot back, his own wrist itching to flick out his hidden blade.

“You do not deserve him as a son, nor do you get to address him as such.” Haytham had to stop himself from snapping back and saying something that would alienate the boy further. He did however take a step back as the boy’s words stung him like a burn. The truth in his words hurt more than the tone had, no amount of denying would make what he said false. He had lied to his son, he had left him Washington’s grasp and he had made the strategical decision to leave him in the psychotic tyrant’s hands. He could not displace the blame from his shoulders onto that of someone else, no this was all his doing.

And for the first time he hated it.

He hated being seen as the villain, seen as the bad guy who lacks a conscience or a heart when he truly did have one. So he didn’t know his son long enough to form a strong bond, so he was a bit of an arse when the two were working together to find Church, so he was a bit cold-hearted sometimes. It didn’t mean he couldn’t feel. He truly had feelings for Connor’s mother, Ziio had been a one of a kind and he doubted he’d ever find someone like that again, by extension he had at first liked the idea of having a son--even though that quickly vanished after meeting Connor, it returned in a different way once they had begun working together. Just because he wasn’t ideal father material, that didn’t mean he could not be one could it? However his son was a grown man now, he didn’t need him fussing over his shoulder. He looked up on surprise as he heard Kanen'tó:kon mumble something softly, forgetting that the boy had even been there.

“What was that?” He asked lightly watching as the younger man sighed before repeating.

“I am sorry. I did not mean to say that. . . . . .I thought about what you said earlier and I realized that I was in the wrong. I am sorry that I ruined what you and Lee had been working on for months, but you must understand that I could not leave him there.” Kanen'tó:kon apologized lightly, his hands were clasped in front of him, looking utterly awkward and uncomfortable with having to say he was sorry. Haytham sighed lightly, feeling what felt like a smile tug at his lips as he just observed classic Kanen'tó:kon action.

“You are forgiven, and I am also sorry for keeping this information hidden from you. I didn’t want it to affect you when you were out conducting our work on the streets or provoke you into acting rashly and taking it upon yourself to break into the palace.” Watching as the boy’s shoulders relaxed greatly he felt the atmosphere around them become all the more gentle.

“I forgive you, but I wish you would have trusted my skills better. I would have been fine.” He looked up at Haytham, letting him catch a glimpse of relaxed eyes.

“I didn’t want to risk it. You are more valuable to us alive despite how less talkative you might have been dead.” He felt a smirk spread across his lips as the boy rolled his eyes. “You aren’t still leaving are you?” Haytham asked as he felt the mood of the room fall again.

“I am sorry, but I cannot stand to be in this city any longer knowing that if we slip up even once Ratonhnhkaté:ton would pay the ultimate price.” Haytham sat back in his seat solemnly. He wished that Kanen'tó:kon had been graced with that of a lying tongue when he was younger, it would have saved Haytham numerous slaps from the truth. However it was better he supposed then getting tangled in one’s own web of lies. If Haytham wanted Connor to be kept safe it meant letting Kanen'tó:kon take him out of town and away Boston. He wished he could explain to Connor his reasoning for what he did but he could seek solace with his son later if it meant keeping him safe from Washington’s clutches.

“Are you planning on returning to the homestead?” He watched as the boy nodded before he stood up and adjusted his coat. “There is a wagon outside, the owner is out for the count downstairs, drunk, I suggest using that as a mode of transportation lest you want Connor to die of hypothermia before you reach the city limits. Stick to the hunting trails not the main road, I’ve seen Washington’s patrols all along them. I will remain here with Charles and find out what his next plans are before I send word. If we can we’ll try to focus Washington’s attention on us instead of you.” It was a stretch, but maybe by splitting up he could lead Washington on a wild goose chase while Connor recuperated under Achilles’ care. He jumped when Kanen'tó:kon came over and clasped his arm suddenly, looking him in the eye, shining with gratefulness.

“Thank you.” He said as he stepped away, “I will not forget this kindness and sacrifice. I wish you well on your endeavor and hope that you live long enough so that I may thank you once more.”

“Yes well just make sure you don’t let yourself get killed before you even leave the city.” He stepped away before heading into his room before sighing softly. Just like that he had let his son slip away from him again and back into the arms of his enemy. He stopped himself and thought angrily that this conflict was beyond that of petty rivalry between the Assassins and Templars now. He wasn’t going to deny that his son would more than likely recover much better under the old man who he had forged such a strong bond with. Haytham would always deny it, but he can’t the twinge of jealousy that sparks inside him when he thinks of the relationship between Achilles and Connor. His ears catch the sound of Kanen'tó:kon’s door opening and shutting for the last time and watches out the window as he sees the younger man’s figure carrying the bundled up figure of his son before entering the wagon. His eyes trail them for as far as he can before they disappear from sight and he backs away from the cool glass, leaving his room and sitting back at the table. All he had to do know was focus Washington’s wrath on him.

Perfect.

He hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep at table before he was awakened by a hand shaking him roughly and the repetition of ‘Master Kenway’ in his ear. He batted the offending hand away as his other rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he awoke.

“Charles?” He questioned lightly as he held back the yawn that was threatening to spring from his lips. His vision was clearing up and he nearly stumbled back in surprise as he was greeted with the panicked face of his companion.

“Some good morning this is.” He grumbled as he straightened out, frowning as he felt a kink in his neck from sleeping so strangely last night.

“Master Kenway, Faulkner, that drunk of a sailor, took ages to flee from the harbor. Washington had enough time to prepare his ships and sail after them.” Charles responded frustratedly, as he walked away and began pacing back and forth. “We can’t follow them now that his ship’s left port! What do we do? Remain here with while the assassin recuperates? Sir?”

Haytham felt himself jump up before he even registered what exactly was going on. Washington wasn’t as much of an idiot as he thought, and fate seemed to be shining down upon him more than it should. He covered his face with a hand and groaned lightly, Washington didn’t know where Connor was and might have checked the whole city before leaving for the homestead, but now that he was following Faulkner home he had no doubt he’d search the homestead first. There was no time to warn any of them now that Kanen'tó:kon was a day of traveling ahead and Washington more or less so. Perhaps if he stowed away on one of the ships they would be able to catch up with Washington’s? Connor was able to captain a ship and he was still a child, surely it wouldn’t be too hard to learn if he needed to commandeer the ship would it? He got up and stormed passed Charles who stumbled after him.

“Charles I want you to ride to the homestead and warn them about Washington’s arrival, don’t stop for anything. And take Connor’s weapons with you, I forgot to tell Kanen'tó:kon we had them in our possession.” He instructed as he marched out the door, practically leaping onto the horse that awaited him outside. Lee stuttered in response at the sudden instructions but agreed, well at least Haytham assumed he agreed as he spurred the horse into a full gallop down the street.

How foolish had been letting Connor go so easily? He swore in anger as he leaned down against the animal’s mane, away from the biting wind that stung his face. He had unintentionally let his son be taken right into Washington’s hand again, could he have been anymore half-witted? There was no time for regret now, he had to focus on getting to the harbor in time to get onto a ship that was leaving. When he reached the docks he quickly realized the sheer absence of guards that normally patrolled the docks. Haytham supposes those guards were the one’s the tyrant had board the ships in an effort to chase Faulkner.

Haytham spotted one of Washington’s ships remaining in the harbor, however from the guards rushing aboard it didn’t look like it would be there for long. Haytham ran along the now empty dock, hoping that for this one moment fate may be giving him a break. He crept down below some barrels as he watched the soldiers trying to march in the normal uniform monotone step, but failing miserably due to the urgency of the situation. They scrambled to get to their positions, looking as erratic as a trail of ants when one interrupts them with a boot. He chuckled lightly as he watched them before he looked around for a way to get onto the ship. Walking onto the ship was not ideal because of all the soldiers that were entering the ship, he’d be caught before he even came within a single meter of the ship, however the absolute chaos of them may allow him to slip onto the ship unnoticed. He wasn’t willing to risk capture however. Swimming to the side of the ship and climbing aboard would give him less of a chance of getting caught however he really didn’t care for getting soaking wet in the middle of winter. He’d freeze to death before he could even get half-way up the ship. Perhaps there was a better option on the other side of the ship, he mused as he made to get up.

He froze when he felt a bayonet poke his neck.

He didn’t have to turn around to know exactly who it was and cursed himself for not asking just which ship Washington had deported on or if he had indeed even left at all yet when Charles had told him. He moved around slowly, careful to make sure he do anything less that would give Washington a reason to kill him. Washington was grinning like a fox when he turned around, letting out a hearty laugh when he saw Haytham frown. He really wanted to kill the man.

“Haytham.” Washington addressed him with glee as he removed his musket and his personal guards raised theirs to his neck.

“Washington.” He stated calmly, shifting a little as a soldier put the blade a little too close for comfort. The tyrant looked absolutely malicious when he instructed his other guards to bind Haytham’s hands. He glared at the man as he felt his wrists cruelly tied together, hissing lightly as they cut into his skin.

“Going to kill me, Commander?” He questioned lowly as he watched that smirk widen.

“Oh no, I have much bigger plans for you.”

Where Connor has either been bitten and turned into a vampire or born a dhamphir who fights an insatiable craving for human blood. He manages to resist by drinking animal blood, but finds himself seducing his enemies into bed and leaving them mutilated corpses afterwards. The Templars begin to suspect that the Assassin is a powerful creature who can bring them immortality and thus begin to hunt him (or they can be pure breed Vampires themselves and seek out this new breed for their collection).

Any pairing welcome... Connor probably can seduce anyone and tamper with their memories later. Picture Achilles, Sam, and Washington knows of what Connor is and help him overcome his hunger pains.

If the Templars are vampires, would loved to see them ganging up on Connor and biting him multiple times in different places on his body (but Haytham probably demands his throat).

Oh dear lord, no.

O.O

Washington has Haytham. Only thing worse is if he also gets his hands on Kanen'tó:kon and Connor.

And irony of all ironies, it's actually NOT Haytham's fault this time, despite what he's telling himself.

...I have the sinking feeling Washington is going to try a trade or something. Or use Haytham as a hostage.

//bites nails//

Haytham... O_O Why don't your plans ever go as planned??? I really do hope Lee and Connor can work together, though I doubt Connor is exhausted his hatred for him by now... Lee is practically a saint compared to Washington

That being said, something in me is hoping that Connor is the one who neutralizes Washington in the end. Probably no chance of that given his condition and all, but the dreamer in me can dream of poetic justice being done.

...preferably to that man's penis.

//toothy grin//

So agree with OP here. Fill! anon, you've actually made me like Charles Lee.

O.o

OMG me too want this so bad! 8D

No OP, but loving this!
Poor Haytham, not he has to suffer through people insulting him, simply because of the way he looks, and he is no doubt not use to such rude behaviour towards him!
Now they might have to pickpocket there way to a meal, what with Connor just trowing Hayhtam's money about like that.

I look forward to the next part!

I need this in my life.

No smut pls. I have a nonsexual kink for beatings, if that makes any sense at all? D:

Ezio and Federico are like around 11-13 or something, and have done something very very bad, maybe a prank gone wrong? Anyway, Giovanni (or even badass one-eyed Uncle Mario if you want) is PISSED, and decides it's time to take a strap to both of his smart-ass sons. Not injuring them but enough to scare the shit out of them and make them very sorry for themselves for a few days. Of course they take what's coming to them and Giovanni is secretly proud of them for taking it like men... I will love you forever if there are FederEzio comforts afterwards

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Re: FILL 28/? (The one in which Haytham is seriously squicked)

fill anon

Altair/Malik A/B/O verse

Re: Connor/Aveline

Re: In Which Connor Is Sick, And Haytham Makes A Poor Nursemaid

Re: Altair/Malik A/B/O verse

Re: Fill: Again (part 1)

Re: FILL 28/? (The one in which Haytham is seriously squicked)

fillanon

You're dating who!!!?

Re: Fill number 2 - Warmth

Re: Fill: Every hour God sends part 14b

midsummer's night dream/AC III crossover

Re: The breaking of Haytham Kenway

Re: OP here...

Welcome to the New Age - Part 17/???

Blood Lust

Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 17/???

OP LOVES YOU!

Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 17/???

Re: OP LOVES YOU!

Re: In Which Connor Is Sick, And Haytham Makes A Poor Nursemaid

Re: Fill: Body Swap 3/?

Re: Haytham/Aveline

Young Ezio and Federico get a beating from Giovanni. No smut!