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

*DEAD*

Christ in a handbasket I fucking hate being startled awake.
Nothing makes sense, you don't know what time it is, what day it is, what year it is, what your name is,
where you are and what the fuck is going on.
You don't know what is up and down and you don't know how feet work.

SO, after the events in the game, someone on the Homestead - or an Assassin Recruit - has something they
wanna announce/discuss and being the excited person they are, they show up and bang on the door like banging a goshdamn
trashcan lid.

Connor wakes up and thinks that someone or everyone is dying, and sleepily stampedes down the stairs and to the
door, rips the door open and inquires what the everloving shit is going on...
...while only wearing a pair of pants.

Whoever was at the door is so startled by Connor's amazing godlike body that they totally forget what they even wanted to talk about.

This is such an awesome prompt! Seconded!

If nobody's filled in, like, a week or so, I might give this a go. I don't have time right now, unfortunately!

okay, so i was listening to this: http://youtu.be/1frclQv7URY

And i couldn't help but think of Charles Lee having a monologue or something like that after finding out about Haytham's death, to me he just didn't seem angry enough about it. So i kind of want a story where he's just overcome by rage at what's happened maybe flips a table or destroys a room or something.

On a side note:

♪ ♫ My rage made each of them pay, but one little boy got away, Connor Kenway beware Charles Lee is away! In the Dark of the night Templars will find him! In the dark of the night, just before dawn! Revenge will be sweet with the Assassins defeat! In the dark of the night, He'll be Gone! ♫ ♪

anyway so yeah, if someone would fill this i;d love them forever ^-^

Oh my, this is the first time I've replied on the kink meme, and I just love this story, like how un submissive Connor is as an omega, and the characterization is just wondrous!
I hope this is not abandoned? Because I would cry.

Came across this (http://fuckyeahaltair.tumblr.com/page/48) and started to get these eerie, disgusting tingles of excitement in my tummy and had to admit "OK! OK! FINE! I guess they look cute together..." So someone pair them up however and have them do whatever they want to each other. Don't care who tops.

AH F! Wrong LINK! This one right here (http://bocoboco.ciao.jp/img/memo/mm_img_733.jpg)

Holy hell! Yes! Seconded like mad!!! Not only would it be hot, but can you imagine the violence, sarcasm, and snarkiness involved? There would be a major fight as to who is on top :D

This anon will wait and should no one fill it, will wait for yours, but if you do not fill it, I will :p, have an idea, but far from grand :), so anyone would probaby be better :p

O.O

No, Clipper! Don't listen to Hickey! ...even if he's telling the truth. ._.

Oh gods, Achilles is gonna be devastated when Clipper and Jacob tells him. :O

Is Haytham's plan actually working?

I really loved this interlude because there just isn't enough recruit interaction and I love how Clipper and Jacob are concerned for their friend. Hickey is such a bastard, but such a clever likeable bastard in this... heh he even called Clipper "sweetheart" does he really like hitting on younger men ^^;

So Washington's assassination attempt is coming up ::rubs hands together:: I wonder if Haytham has plans for Connor to get involved... and btw, are Washington and Connor allies/friends in this? In Part 1, I think you mentioned something along the lines of "if wasn't for the Assassin, Washington would already be dead" or something.

/sits back and eagerly waits for part 33/

*flails* AND THE PLOT THICKENS! Sure it's not Connor and Haytham but it is a nice interlude into the behind the scenes to see how everyone else is dealing with all the stuff that's been happening. Good luck with your internet! We'll be chewing our fingernails for the next part! :D

(omg this is gonna be such a long/detailed request omg im so sorry)
So there's that one scene where Lafayette says he wants to bring connor to paris one day, so I'd like to see a fic where he does bring him, but right as the French Revolution is about to unfold! In 1788 Lafayette returns to france w/ Connor in tow (you figure that out lol did they keep in touch? did lafayette randomly show up at the homestead? Are they already together?) And then Connor is present for the events leading up to the Revolution (The Assembly of Notables, Estates General, Tennis Court Oath, National Assembly, Bastille, etc)

idk I just want a really historically accurate fic

In terms of how the brotherhood fits into all this, you can decide which side of the revolution the brotherhood is on (Lafayette wasn't a radical & ends up getting imprisoned so it would make sense for Connor to not be one either, but I'm down with Robespierre as an assassin lol)

So yeah general plot is up to the anon, but this is a potentially very long fill haha so i wouldnt be surprised if no one fills it T^T

Pairings wise if it should start as Connor/Lafayette but it can turn into anything omg im serious like apple shenanigans or Connor bringing a recruit to help him in France or Connor/a revolutionary whatever works!!

OH WRITERANON HOW COULD YOU LEAVE IT AT THAT. And...and computer troubles, NOOOOOO. T^T Such a cliffhanger! And such a wonderful interlude! o.o I am, as always, astounded and overjoyed at your prose. Are you SURE you aren't a professional writer? ^^

Poor Achilles. To think that poor Connor, his student and leader of the Brotherhood, has become so broken and has left the Assassin's. On Achilles' watch, too! I wonder if he blames himself, even though it's not his fault? I teared up a bit at that, no lie.

No Clipper, don't fall for the bad man's lies! Connor loves you! CONNOR WOULD NEVER BETRAY YOU! Unless, of course, Haytham works his wiles some more... *worries*

Hickey is my favorite Templar after Haytham, you knoow. :3 He's a slimy bastard, but he's also funny and kind of adorable, imho. You have nailed him perfectly in this, you know! I can't help but like him even though he's awful. ;-; And you know...he still hasn't screwed Connor over yet...what is he planning?!

I love you. Please, keep giving me all these feels! :D

aww this is cute

totally seconded

Do you have a preference for who it is that bangs on his door? I'm thinking of filling this with Clipper.

This anon will try to fill this! I have one question however. In the game, is it just me or is it hinted Lafayette is an Assassin? He goes out of his way to help Connor hunt down Lee, more so than the other revolutionaries, and Connor lets him in to the armory/planning basement thing in Davenport.
Just considering how I might incorporate that.

omg OP here and if you want you can make him an Assassin! I'm totally fine with however the story unfolds, I just need my French Revolution asscreed fix ^^;

A!Anon here. Thank you (and everyone else) so much for the kind comments ! They always make my day.

RL got hectic lately, but I still intend to finish this, so please don't cry anon!

Thank you anon, and other commenting anons ! You all give me the motivation needed to write more.

For a minute the silence was filled only by the distant claps of thunder and the steady rainfall. Connor stared at Haytham, at first not even considering believing the man's outrageous statement. Did Haytham think he was stupid? When they had worked together he had often accused him of being naïve... but not so naïve as to expect that Haytham would ever see the error of his ways. Haytham was the one who had tried to sway Connor to his side.

The rumors he had heard, mere whispers, appeared at the front of his mind. He had dismissed those just as easily as his father's claims, but combined... No.

"Do you really think me stupid enough to believe that?" Connor said, his temper flaring. Haytham did nothing but lie to him, but this... This wasn't even clever.

Haytham regarded him contemptuously. "Do you think I am so bereft of wits to use a ploy so unconvincingly? You may lack in reason, but I would never stroll into enemy grounds with so flimsy an excuse."

"You expect me to take that as the truth, then?" Connor's hand moved to the hilt of his sword. "That you turned against the Templars?" His words were bitter. Perhaps... perhaps he had half harbored that hope, when he had been working with Haytham. He had wanted the two organizations to at least have a temporary truce for the duration of the war, and some glimmer of hope had told him perhaps they would find common ground from that, and the Templars and Assassins could cease this conflict and work together. It had been hopelessly, brutally naïve. His father's actions and ideology had shown him clearly why there could never be such and alliance, just as Achilles had said it would.

"No," Haytham replied. The word was flat. "I still believe that the Assassins are misguided anarchists, and that the Templars must and will prevail, to bring peace and prosperity to the world." He hesitated, seeming to find the next words distasteful. "I... merely... cannot help further their cause. So I have resigned."

"Resigned? Willingly?" Connor said, suspicious. Perhaps Charles Lee had made a bid for power within the Templar Order, now that his hopes of power over the Continental army had been dashed. As much as he hated that man, he would never help his father regain power. Working with him only gave Haytham more chance to try to bend Connor to his will.

"Yes," Again, Haytham seemed to have difficulty saying the word.

"Why should I believe you?" Connor demanded. "You have done nothing but manipulate me. It's a poor time to expect me to trust you. And if you are truly no longer a Templar, then why have you come here?" His expression dared his father to lie, to say he hoped for some reconciliation between them. Whatever hope he had held of that Haytham had effectively disillusioned.

Haytham tried to answer, but his words were broken off by coughing. It was a painful, wracking sound that made Connor flinch. He watched, confused, as Haytham bent almost double, coughing into a white cloth he had produced from his coat. When the spasm finished and he straightened, Connor caught a glimpse of crimson red staining the cloth.

Haytham was sick. Suddenly Connor could see what he hadn't noticed before, the cracks in the Templar's impervious facade. The slight unsteadiness in his stance, and the slight raspy edge to his voice. Could it really be so severe as to force his father to resign? He had killed the redcoats with ease.

"Explain," Connor said harshly, his eyes narrowing.

Haytham took a step forward, to make some point or perhaps see Connor's expression more clearly through the rain, but stumbled. He quickly found his balance against, straightening and folders his hands behind his back in that posture of perfectly composed arrogance that ground on Connor's nerves, but nothing was lost to Connor's observation. His ability to see every detail of what happened around him was crucial to survival, and had been honed all his life.

Haytham was sick and unsteady. He was still dangerous, but Connor felt confident he could win in a fight. Then what reason would his father have for coming out here, out to enemy territory in a weakened condition?

"As I said," Haytham held up his hands. "I wish only to talk." He glanced up the road. "As this road becomes less hospitable by the minute, I suggest we do so in more pleasant location."

A location such as the Davenport estate. Connor bristled at the thought of exposing his last sanctuary to this man, but then considered. If his judgment was sound, Haytham was at a disadvantage if they fought. And as much as he would deny it to his last breath, a small part of him still clung to the notion that perhaps, perhaps his father was redeemable. It was a shameful, idealistic notion that should have been thoroughly crushed, but still contained a spark of life.

"I will not harm you or any of those under your protection," Haytham said, his tone steady. "For as long as you extend your hospitality to me."

"How am I to trust the word of a Templar?" Connor said, holding Haytham's gaze.

"Maybe you can't. But... perhaps," Haytham looked away. There was a strange note to his voice. "Perhaps you can trust the word of your father."
(Sorry this is moving so slowly. I hope you like it!)

different anon here, just giving her two cents. i think it's less that Lafayette was an Assassin and more than Connor trusted him as much as he once trusted Washington so he didn't have a problem showing him things like the armory or telling him of his plans to kill Lee. and of course, because Lee was acting unusual and going directly against orders, Lafayette would have been happy to help since he and Washington were pretty close and Lee's actions were detrimental to Washington.

i think there's potential for him to be a recruit or something, but i don't think he ever actually was in the Brotherhood during the game. that's why he was confused when he saw the paintings up on the wall. that's why he would have been content with just going with Washington's decision to let Lee live. he didn't know of the Templars so he didn't know that Connor was hunting them down and he didn't know that it was one of the main goals of the Assassins to kill Lee.

I am loving this! Can't wait for more.

Robert Cross/Daniel Cross the one protocreed pairing no one ever sees~
can be au/apple stuff/blackwatch working with abstergo/whatever but yeah some smut would be nice ;) idc who tops either

Haytham stared across the fire at the young Native boy, who was huddled as far away from the flames as he could be. The boy stared back, his large, dark eyes meeting Haytham's with the sort of unabashed courage that little children have. But behind that courage there was fear, fear of these strange men, of their oddly-shaped weapons and their unfathomable ways.

He had received the letter a week earlier, brought by a half-dead courier and a ruined horse. Charles was not beyond threats to make things run smoothly, especially when it came to serving Haytham. The letter had brought three things he had been entirely unprepared for.

The first was the least serious. If it weren't for the drastic other two it would have rated much higher on Haytham's priorities, but sometimes even a duty-bound man such as himself was shocked out of the mindset of obligation. Charles Lee and his other high-ranking Templar brethren had disobeyed his orders directly, returning to Kanien'keha:ka to seek more information on the precursor site to which Haytham held the key.

Only when they had found the village, it had been in flames, attacked and set aflame by the local militia. The tone of the letter had turned almost hesitant, when Charles informed him that Ziio had been killed in the attack... and that she had left behind a son. A son who was undoubtedly Haytham's, and who Charles had decided to bring back to Haytham. The letter didn't say if this was willing on the boy's part or not.

Ziio had turned her back on him as soon as she had found out his mission in the colonies, accusing him of using her to get closer to the precursor sight, of pretending to care about her people, of being a soulless monster of ambition, who wanted only to obtain the artifacts that would allow control. He hadn't gotten the chance to explain to her how he had ordered the search abandoned, how he had come to think of the colonies as his home, and wanted only peace for them and for the native tribes as well.

He could only imagine what Ziio had told her... their... son about him.

Her death however... he had never wanted such an outcome. Haytham never lost sight of the goal of the Templars, but he admitted to occasionally letting his thoughts stray down paths best left to the past. What if he had been able to reconcile with Ziio? Now he realized he had taken a measure of quiet comfort in the fact she had been able to hang on to what she held so dear, protect her people and their secrets. It wasn't why he had called off the search for the precursor sight, he told himself. It was because that fool's errand was draining their resources, when they should have been focusing on maintaining the order and stability of these fast-growing colonies, and making sure they stayed in Templar hands.

This information had compelled him to set out for the frontier as soon as he could, going to meet Charles, Johnson, Hickey, and Church halfway back. It was perhaps a useless gesture, but he wanted to remind them of his authority, and... perhaps he did not fully trust them with his son. Charles was his most trusted friend in the colonies, but he did not hold a high view of natives. The others would not care for such a burden, and might not see the point in bringing him back to Haytham.

That had brought him to where he was now. The other Templars had departed on the missions Haytham had given them when he joined them in the frontier, missions that were beneath them, but mild punishments for the serious offense of disobeying their grandmaster. He would give them harsher punishments later, if he deemed it worthy. This left him time to try to coax the boy out of his shell before they reached New York.

Truthfully he had little clue what to do with the child. Though he had always had hopes of having children, he hadn't been prepared for one to so suddenly be given to him.

"You are my father," the boy said, startling Haytham out of his thoughts. He spoke remarkably good English.

"Yes," Haytham said, though it hadn't been stated as a question. "What's your name, boy?" Charles had managed to extract none of this information from the child.

"My mother did not like talking about you," the boy said, ignoring Haytham's question. "But I found your writings."

His diary. Ziio still had it.

Had had it.

"You are a Templar?" the boy's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Yes," Haytham replied again.

"Why did you take me away?" the boy's tone was demanding.

"You have no mother now. It is my responsibility to see you are raised properly," Haytham replied.

It was the wrong thing to say. The boy's eyes clouded with hatred, and sorrow, and he seemed to pull into himself again, glaring at the Templar grandmaster. When he shifted his shirt slipped down, and Haytham noticed a ring of purple bruises around his neck. "Who did that?" he asked, surprised at the heat to his words. He had known this sullen, traumatized little boy for all of five hours, and already he felt a measure of... concern with his wellbeing. Perhaps that was natural.

It didn't look like the boy would respond for a moment, but then he said, with the careful pronunciation of someone who had practiced and branded something into their mind to not be forgotten, "Charles Lee."

Haytham blinked. "Charles?" He wanted to say he must be mistaken, but the conviction in the boy's voice stopped him. That had been something Charles had left out of his report. But it was not difficult to imagine, if the boy had gotten in his way...

"I can assure you, I won't allow it to happen again," Haytham said.

"When I am strong enough I will find Charles Lee and kill him," the little boy replied.

The statement ended conversation for several minutes. It was clear if trained this child could make an effective Templar, but that wasn't what was on Haytham's mind. No child should have to suffer what his son had. No child should have so much hatred and sadness forced upon them.

It was the fault of the Assassins, and their support of chaos, and Haytham feared that there would be no cure in his lifetime, as long as there were Assassins to throw away their lives for their destructive cause.

Haytham was considering this when his son spoke up again.

"Who killed my mother?"

Haytham weighed his answer carefully before he answered. "The Virginian militia attacked your village, and this..." he swallowed the inconvenient tightness in his throat, dismissing it as a side effect of the smoke from the campfire. "This resulted in your mother's death."

"Why did they do that?" the boy's tone was almost pleading. "Who told them to?"

"I... I don't know," Haytham said. "I believe they saw your people as a threat. I don't know who ordered it. A man called George Washington commands the Virginia militia."

"George Washington," the boy said carefully, considering the name. Through this whole conversation he had been defiantly composed, but somehow this name seemed to break that down. He blinked, but couldn't stop the tears that started to roll down his freckled cheeks. He bent his head, as if trying to hide them from Haytham.

Haytham stood up, coming around the fire to sit down beside his son. He put a hand on the boy's back. He had little experience with children, but he could remember his own father, and how he had acted.

The boy tensed, but then relaxed, turning to stare up at Haytham with brimming eyes. Haytham only looked back, not knowing what to say. "I promise, what happened today will not happen again so long as I control the Templars," Haytham said at last. George Washington was favored by the Davenports and the other Assassins, which was reason enough to be wary of him. Haytham could ruin his career, or perhaps just have the man killed.

Abruptly the boy leaned against Haytham, wrapping his arms around him. Haytham froze, not knowing how to react. Then, tentatively, he returned the embrace, holding his son as he sobbed into Haytham's coat.

Morning would find the fear long burnt out, with the two huddled together under a blanket, Ratonhnhake:ton safe in his father's arms.

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