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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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OP REASSURES YOU SHE LOVES A BUILD UP!
And thank you so much for filling this, this is an awesome start! :D

XDDDDD I'm so glad you like them! XD It was so much fun to write, and I figured that if someone was writing something serious, I should try to write something a little more light-hearted.

Personally, I can't wait to read yours! XD

THIS. YES PLEASE.

SECONDED LIKE BURNING

OH JESUS SHIT I WILL GIVE SOMEONE MY SOUL IF THEY SERIOUSLY DO THIS HOLY HELL ITS LIKE

EVERYTHING I COULD EVER WANT /AND MORE/

espec. if conner is omega i mean what

Charles did more than attempt to kill Connor as a child, and while teaming up with Connor in Sequence 9, Haytham is concerned by Connor's touch-phobia and why his son is plagued by nightmares.

I feel terrible for wanting this as much as I do, someone please!!

This is such a great prompt, why do I already have like fifty fills on the go? I really hope someone picks this up!

a heated argument leads to a fist fight which leads to sex

I miss this pairing a lot

Maybe Ezio modeling for Leo on his painting then ending up having sexy times XD

Desmonds Ancestors seem to run into ancient prophecies and magic quite a bit, along with another certain stealthy character, Garret.
So, Garret meeting one of the Assassins is the obvious course of action. I'll let the author choose which one.

Bonus: Garret was stealing from the base of one of them, and it turns into a game of sneaky cat and mouse.

No smut, unless it makes sense in some way. I'll let the Author choose what to do with that.

As sad as this sounds, I might end up filling my own prompt. LOL. I can't get this out of my mind.

Or anything based on this image, omg:

(link: http://cdn.gamerant.com/wp-content/uploads/Assassins-Creed-3-The-Tyranny-of-King-Washington-570x747.jpg if the above doesn't work).

Connor doesn't strike me as a particularly sexual person. Well, not in the way that he'd have given himself pleasure as a teenager. My personal headcanon is that he didn't start masturbating until he was well into his twenties. I'd adore you forever if you wrote something based around a slightly flustered and suddenly horny, but ultimately very satisfied Connor exploring how to pleasure himself. As in, he knows about sex and erections, but hasn't experienced pleasure in this way until now.

oh god I thought I was the one one shipping this

I was just thinking about this...

Seconded, wholeheartedly!

Connor is just so unbearably naive, and Haytham hates it.

Don't care where this goes, or what you do with it, anons. Just roll with it.

Um, first time AC writer shyly leaving this here... I apologise if it's bad. It was written at ten to two in the morning, and I'm pretty awful at understanding innuendo myself... Also, I have no idea how to format on dreamwidth. This'll look dreadful.

*Note - the following innuendo is probably not historically accurate.

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It seemed to Connor that, on occasion, people would say very unusual things.

Like the time that Patriot soldier commented that he had "a huge sword". He was, in fact, armed with a musket. When Connor pointed this out to him, the soldier sighed, almost as if he were disappointed and walked away shaking his head.

Or the time a woman in a coffee house asked if the weapons on his back were the only weapons he was carrying. Whilst the jokey tone of her speech made Connor hesitate, the words were enough to make him suspect her a templar agent, and the ensuing debacle earned him a two hour long lecture from Achilles about the Creed and never harming an innocent. When Connor tried to explain, the old man stared at him incredulously, before shaking his head.

As he got older, the number of times men and women said these strange things to him seemed to increase. And that simply didn't make sense. Surely his grasp of the English language should be improving with age? Perhaps there was something wrong with him.

Now, he was seated in a tavern with Haytham, waiting for the wind to be right for the Aquila to set sail from Boston's harbour. The air was tense, his father just having lambasted him over actually caring about the emotions of other people or some such thing, when a drunken sailor stumbled over, sprawling over the bar next to Connor. Knowing it would irritate Haytham, Connor twisted slightly to face him. "Are you alright?"

The sailor looked up at Connor, his eyes not really focusing on anything. "Did ya know..." The sailor said, "that there are over two hundred bones in t' human body?"

That seemed... strange. "No." He admitted, ignoring his father's tutting in the background. He felt himself bristling at that. Biology wasn't really important to an assassin, unless it was 'stabbing a person here will do this-and-that to them'.

The sailor grinned in a way Connor found somewhat unsettling. "Wouldya like one more in there?"

"Oh God..." Haytham groaned, wincing as if pained and pinching his nose tightly.

Connor was now completely confused. "But... how would you get another bone in there? And what purpose would it serve? I don't understand."

"Of for the love of..." His father now sounded as if he was in serious pain. "Why has my life come to this...?"

"A bone." The sailor repeated. Connor's frown intensified. "A bone, you bloody jungle boy!"

"Enough." Haytham snapped, finally turning to look at the sailor. "Leave my son in peace. At once."

The sailor grumbled darkly and stumbled off, falling over twice in the process. Connor turned back to his drink and frowned. Another bone...? From what he knew of skeletons, each bone was connected to another. Surely one could not merely put another one in. And where would you put it? There wasn't a lot of room. Perhaps in his leg? No, his legs were fairly bony... Perhaps his chest? But his ribs were already there. Surely there wouldn't be enough space?

"Connor, what on earth are you pulling that face for?" His father snapped. "You look as if you have something wrong with you."

"I'm thinking." Connor responded sharply.

"What on earth about?" Haytham paused before pulling a face, which Connor thought looked like there was something wrong with him. "Please tell me you're not considering taking up that man's offer. I would have hoped a son of mine would have some taste and decorum."

"Offer?" Connor's irritation turned back into confusion. "What offer? The... bone? I don't understand what use I'd have for an additional bone."

The look on his father's face was a mixture of confusion, incredulity, mild disgust and a tiny hint of amusement. "You..." It sounded almost as if he was unsure whether to laugh or cry. "You have no idea what that man was trying to say to you, do you?"

"... Not really." Connor admitted, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. "Apart from it had to do with bones."

"He didn't mean a literal bone -" Haytham paused, then shook his head. "No, I'm not having this conversation."

"What conversation?"

"Never mind Connor. Just drink your ale."

Not op, but omfg this is hilarious and totally made my day (literally, I had to go to work bright and early on Remembrance Sunday, very not fun).

Oh Connor, darling, come here you silly thing. This had me rolling aroun in laughter, dear Nonnie! Haytham is perfectly exasperated ("He didn't mean a literal bone -" Haytham paused, then shook his head. "No, I'm not having this conversation.") and Connor is perfectly confused.

Bones. I will never think of them in the same way ever again.

I didn't know I needed this.

Thirded!

"Leave my son in peace. At once."

LOL! Yes, good idea, Haytham, pull the protective daddy card! Seriously, though, Haytham's despair and Connor's absolute floundering confusion at the question was amazing. Grade A comedy, oh my god.

Would LOVE to see this happen.

Haytham learns from Connor in the warehouse (Seq. 9) that Charles Lee murdered Ziio against his orders.

Distraught by guilt he does not fight well in battles for some time alongside his son, and Connor catches on to his change of personality and finally confronts him to revive his mentality for the sake of both their safeties during the truce, as well as a hidden wanting to become reacquainted with his father.

Hurt/comfort, possibly just a little fluff or something more, up to you.

Connor woke up to the deceptive noise of birds chirping. While the number of birds in the bigger cities was not low, their noises and songs were usually overshadowed by the noise of humans, of other animals, city noises that had Connor in awe the first time he'd been to such a city.

Since then, the noises had dulled down unless it was quiet and those quiet moments were, considering everything, the revolution, the battles and skirmishes in-between, a rarity.

So hearing the birds so loudly was rather off-putting and had Connor sitting up as quickly but as quietly as possible.

His head was throbbing and he almost toppled off to the side when the room started to spin. Only by bracing himself with a hand was he able to avoid causing a ruckus and making a fool of himself. For now alone with no guard to watch over him in sight, Connor took a quick look around. The room was familiar and yet unfamiliar at the same time. It was sparsely furnished but whatever decorated the room had been picked with care and an eye for detail instead of grandeur. Every piece of furniture had a practical use, aside from the painting hanging near the wardrobe and from the curtains obscuring the sunlight from trickling in.

It took Connor a few more heartbeats to figure out why this room seemed to familiar. He had seen it before but not been in it. Connecting to the bedroom was his father's office, he recognized it now that he had taken in every detail. The last time he'd been Haytham's small mansion, he'd been splayed out over the office desk, knocking ink and papers everywhere while his father's mouth and fingers had marked him, teased and twisted in the most pleasurable ways, a dark, hungry look in his eyes as he watched Connor relinquish control--

With an irritated sigh, Connor rubbed a hand against his heated cheeks. This was not the time for such memories.

Cautiously, the Assassin pushed himself out of the bed, mindful not to make too much noise. His robes were draped over the chair next to the wardrobe and his boots were waiting for him there, too. It would be easy to grab them and escape through one of the windows without attracting his father's attention, who was nearby, no doubt. As if he would leave his son alone in his own mansion unsupervised.

Connor made his way over to his boots and pulled them on, wincing when his arm throbbed painfully, a reminder that he'd been injured a while ago. Judging by the sunlight drifting in through the curtains, that had been a few hours ago. He could feel the bandages against his skin, someone had obviously treated the wound and Connor didn't waste any time on guessing who had dressed it or at least hired someone to do it for him.

Curiosity got the better of him and with a shrug of his arms and shoulders, he pulled his robes on but didn't close them, the hood remaining down as he made his way to the door. A gentle nudge revealed that it hadn't been closed properly and a quick glance showed that Connor had been right about his suspicions: His father was sitting at his desk, filling papers with his fluid and quick writing, head slightly bowed, without the hat Connor was used to seeing on him. Knowing his father, it was probably somewhere within reach.

“Stop trying to be quiet. You would even disturb a drunken sailor with the amount of noise you're making.”

Connor rolled his eyes and squashed down on the temper-flare. Haytham hadn't even bothered lifting his head and that was all Connor needed to know, his father was more barking than biting.

With another nudge, he pushed the door open and stepped into the office. His glance slid over the carpet underneath the desk. Ink splotches were scattered over it, staining what had obviously been an expensive investment and for a few seconds, Connor was torn between petty satisfaction and mortified embarrassment. He remembered the bottle of ink falling down, hitting the carpet with a dull noise, blue splotches everywhere and his father's cursing and half-annoyed sigh, followed by a biting remark and a possessive kiss.

Haytham finally looked up when Connor sat down in the chair in front of the desk. He put his pen down and watched his son lay his hands over each other. A nervous habit or a relaxation technique, Haytham hadn't quite figured out what it was yet.

“How did I end up here?” Connor's memory was quite fuzzy, he remembered being injured and deciding to run, his body growing weaker by the second but after that, he could only remember the burn of his lungs and the weakness in his legs.

“I saw you running and noticed your condition, as well as your terrible hiding spot. A foolish decision, by the way, the guards almost caught sight of you. I figured you'd be grateful if I saved your life, considering how desperately you clung to it while the doctor I called treated your poisoning.”

It was almost like being scolded by Achilles. Almost but not quite the same. The little roll in Haytham's voice was different, as was the way he was eying Connor. Smugness laced his every word while Achilles would have sounded concerned and disappointed.

It hurt like a bee's sting.

“If it involved that much trouble for you, maybe you shouldn't have bothered.” Connor's jaw tensed and he drew back his shoulders, stubborn and defensive in every way. He was grateful for his life, yes. But his father had the unfortunate habit of waving his failures around right in his face, irritating him and trying his patience.

“Well then, perhaps I shouldn't have. Next time, I'll just leave you in a ditch to die.”

Haytham's tone was scathing as his eyes bore into his son's. Neither of them relented until Connor's tense shoulders slumped a little bit and he lowered his gaze. He was being ungrateful and his stubborn anger was getting the better of him.

“There will not be a next time. ...But thank you for saving me. That was... considerate of you.” Even though Connor had little idea as to why his father had saved him. For all intends and purposes, this Templars were better off without an Assassin trying to sabotage their plans and Connor happened to be that very Assassin who constantly got in their way.

Haytham was half-way through rolling his eyes before he caught himself and schooled his expression back into his usual aloof and calm mask.

“Perhaps I had a reason for saving you. There are errands to run that I have little time for. You will do it in my stead, it would only be apprpriate.”

Connor let out the breath that had caught in his throat as soon as Haytham had uttered the word reason. He had expected something else, what exactly he wasn't sure himself but regardless, he didn't have any time to play delivery boy for his father, he had his own business to attend to and... His gaze wandered back to the ink stains on the carpet.

The sight made his stomach do another funny little flip.

He licked his lips, eyes darting back up in time to catch his father furrowing his eyebrows. Then, without warning, Connor placed his hands on the desk and leaned over it to press his lips against Haytham's.

Maybe there was a different kind of reward Haytham was willing to accept.

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Welp. The build-up got a little bit longer than I expected. But I swear that the actual request will get fulfilled soon. XD; Do forgive me, OP. But I am glad to know that people are enjoying this. :3

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