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

So this is an AU of the Tyranny of King Washington, which basically means it’s an AU of an AU. AUception...

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If there was one thing Connor was thankful for was his proximity to king Washington, even if he became to despise the man more and more lately. Right now it came as a blessing because he would not know what to do if the soldiers tried to stop him. For every man he passed on his way, he sent a murderous glare that warned “out of the way” and they quickly dispersed as it was the king’s orders to always let him through. Speaking with him was priority and if anyone tried to stop him, he would not be responsible for his actions.

Connor had heard his father say it was weird for a so called king to still fight in the battlefield himself, but to him, it was weird not to imagine that man here, among his troops, fighting to free the colonies from the crown. He still held respect for him, even after everything he did, but right now...

Approaching Washington’s tent, he was met with the king’s back. Washington was analyzing something on his desk, probably war strategies and letters. Two guards on his side stepped in front of him, but Connor quickly shoved both away, grabbing his shoulder and turning him abruptly.

“Connor.” There was surprise in his face, but soon it changed to realization.

“Explain.”

“I will. First, release me. Let’s talk.”

“Now!”

Washington grabbed Connor’s hands and jerked them away.

“They’re safe. I didn’t do anything to them.”

“Where?”

“Deep inside the Frontier.”

That’s all he needed to hear. As he turned around and made to get out, he heard the king’s voice again.

“I saved them, Connor. The french were to attack your village and I moved them to protect them.”

“Well, thank you, your highness.” He turned and bowed, speaking through gritted teeth that clearly displayed his sarcasm. “But your protection is unnecessary. We can defend ourselves.” He continued on his tracks, but stopped when something came to mind. “And I hope this is the last time you do anything to them without consulting me first. They’re my people, not yours to command. I’ve fought for you before, commander, don’t make me believe I made the wrong choice.”

Truthfully, he shouldn’t be calling him commander anymore, but old habits died hard and Washington had never expressed any dislike for the old title when it came from him, so he continued. Though as it seems they wouldn’t be seeing each other any time soon and thus names and titles could be forgotten for the time being. Just as he was about to leave, he heard Washington speak again.

“Are you going back to Haytham, Connor?”

“What I do or don’t is none of your concern.”

He left at last.

They were truly useless in the end, the titles. Even if George Washington was a deity, should he learn that harm had come to his people by His hands, he would still defy Him.

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He walked through the forest, jumping from tree to tree until Washington’s camp was lost behind and he couldn’t see it anymore. It was unlikely he wouldn’t return to him in the end - he always did, but for now, he needed some time away from the king. The first thing he needed to do was find his people and make sure they were alright.

He was grateful, sure, but still couldn’t shake the feeling that moving his people away from their land - their sacred land - was wrong. He’d have to make sure to bring them back to his village as soon as the french were away from here.

Connor halted when he saw the fire beneath him and propped down from the tree. His father got up from the sound he made, but relaxed when he realized it was just him.

“They’re to the west, deep inside the Frontier. I’m going to see them.” he walked to where his horse had been tied to a tree and started to undo the knot.

“Alright.” Haytham did the same to his horse. “Then let us go.”

“No.” He got on his horse and stared at his father. “Go back to my village, make sure they didn’t destroy anything. It’s not the kind of thing he would do, but I need to make sure.”

He didn’t wait for an answer and signaled for his horse to start trotting. He knew there was a chance his father would just ignore him, but he would deal with him later. Right now there was only thing in his mind and he couldn’t care about anything else.

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It took him an hour, perhaps more, until he finally found a group of hurriedly raised tents and two small pyres. The place was unguarded, unprotected, but everyone was there and they looked at him as he approached. The clan mother was seated near a stream and he decided not to bother her. He just wanted to make sure they were okay.

Looking around he noticed that this hunting region was way different from back home, and while bears were not common here, he should alert them in any case. without the protection of their palisade, they’d have to appoint sentinels and make rounds. They didn’t bring most of their belongings - he saw a few bows around and some lucky charms customary to his people, but they’d need more if they were to hunt around and defend against invasion.

Sighing, Connor nodded at some of his friends as he made his way to the clan mother, sitting by her side. He wanted to know why she even agreed to leave their land behind and for a moment the thought of Washington expelling them by force crossed his mind, but it wasn’t like the man to do so. He was diplomatic and careful, and he knew Connor would come back for him if anything happened to his people. At least, he hoped as much.

Instead he told her about defending themselves. About how he wouldn’t be able to stay and how he would make sure their land was safe. He also explained to her that they would have to patrol to area, that it was not safe here and that the redcoats might find them and try to make them leave.

They would need supplies for surviving, make new bows and knives, use whatever weapon they may find on the battlefield to protect themselves. Horses too. He told her to find horses, even if they weren’t used to the animals. If anything should happen, they should send one of their people immediately to tell him news in their old village, where he would stay until everything was fine for their return.

He contemplated telling her about his father, but decided against it in the end. No reason to drag him into this.

Without ceremony, he told the entire village he would work as soon as possible to arrange their safe return and left.

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Saying he was surprised to return to his village and find Haytham already there was an understatement. He was positively certain that the man would have run off to attend whatever business he had to, but said nothing as he approached him. It was still some time until winter arrived, but the cold winds made his father build a small fire inside the main hut.

“So, how did it go?”

“They seem well.” He sat across his father, enjoying the welcome heat. “For now. But I want to bring them back here as soon as possible.”

Haytham nodded. “Fair enough. Honestly, after everything Washington did, I’m surprised you still trust the man, but” he added as Connor glared at him “that’s your business and I’m not about to indulge in your affairs. Whatever the case, I was hoping Charles could stay here with us--”
“No!” Connor practically hissed. “That monster isn’t getting anywhere near...” he stopped.

“What? What is it?” There was worry in his father’s voice and he couldn’t blame him for he knew he must have looked shocked with the sudden realization.

Without saying anything, Connor darted out and circled around the hut, going near the stream at the back of the village. His heart thumped fast in his chest and bad thoughts wandered through his mind, wild possibilities of what ifs.

Still, he slowed down and stopped entirely when Next to a tiny hill stood a small lump of dirt and a few flowers scattered around. They were withering already, probably because no one had been here for a while to take care of placing down new flowers, but at least the place seemed untouched, just as he remembered it. Letting out the air he didn’t even know he was holding, he kneeled down and patted the soft ground as if it were a fragile being. Behind him he felt his father’s presence, but didn’t move to acknowledge him.

“It’s safe at least.” Connor whispered and walked around, grabbing the dead flowers and throwing them on the stream. “I was worried they might have...” His voice died in his throat.

Connor didn’t say anything when he felt a hand on his shoulder. On any other occasion he would have batted it away or shrugged it off, but right now, his father’s support was welcome. Haytham didn’t say anything, simply nodded. Neither of them knew what to say and it was honestly better this way. He wished it was under other circumstances, pleasant ones, but still, part of him felt glad that he could finally show him his mother’s grave.

Muttering a prayer in his native language, Connor turned and walked back with Haytham towards the hut. “Help me prepare for the night.”

They would need to roll out the mattresses, arrange food, build a bigger fire. They were staying for a while.

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On top of the hill just at the border of the Kanien’kehá:ka region, Washington forced his steed to stop and brought up his spyglass. Sure enough Connor walked in the middle of the abandoned village by his father’s side. Did the boy not think they might get attacked during the night? Did he think it was safe to stay here? Honestly, it almost made him feel bad about it.

By his side stood two soldiers and on the other was Lafayette.

“Your highness, it’s far from me to doubt your judgement, but are you sure about this?”

Washington simply took the crystal from the bag he attached to his steed. “You worry too much.” He looked at the item in his hand and back to his advisor. “I’m just running a few tests at what this can do. But if the scriptures we found were right, the real apple should be much stronger.” His trusted companion still seemed unsure so he quickly added. “I’m not doing anything to hurt them.”

And with that the king slowly raised the orb in the air, watching with amusement as it started glowing.

Haytham flirts with Mills but Mills, knowing what Haytham is, only responds jokingly to keep up his disguise. Over time, Mills just finally snaps since he loathes Haytham so much and kind of approaches Haytham with hatesex in mind.

Plot twist: Haytham really enjoys being dominated.

Not OP agrees with this, but I'm also pretty sure that OP probably just requested it with modern day language to make the prompt easier to understand what they wanted, I guess.

Also, I think they referred to the concept of homosexuality as lying with other men as they would with women (at least that's what is referenced in the Bible), but don't take my word for granted because I have no idea, lol.

My advice would be to look into the equivalent in the Al Qur'an, if it even exists (I'm not versed in Islamism, I'm sorry OTL) and try to understand how they would perceive such a notion during the time and age.

Last but not least, if I recall correctly, one of Altair's targets was supposedly homoaffective. The wiki says: and the fact that many characters referred to him as "different", so I believe even though the term wasn't coined and the concept wasn't entirely formed, the people during that time knew at least that those people were different.

BUT ANYWAY, I LOVE THIS PROMPT AND REALLY WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT FILLED.

ooooh god, yes please!

Hello driveby anon! *Gives cookies*
Writer!anon just meant for OP to understand that the perception was different than the way it is seen today. ;)
I guess it was more of a historically charged word vomit since this anon is hugely nerdy about that, and was crazy excited to see a prompt like this.

Anyway, the whole act of men sleeping with other men sexually would be considered sodomy or pederasty. Gratuitous angst, comedy, awww-inducing moments, and religious/spiritual Qur'an-thumping crisis in the fill to come.

Hot damn, this was perfect writer!anon.

Not OP again! Oh, gotcha. Hope it didn't sound like I thought you were wrong or anything!

And that actually sounds awesome because a good porn fic is good, but a good porn fic historically accurate is even better. Can't wait to see this filled~

Jesus lord yes please

gosh, i love this fill so much!! i was so happy to find it compiled on ao3 as well, for i most certainly will download the finished piece for keeps. this has honestly become one of my top fics ever. the way you write the characters just seems so true to their personalities and mannerisms and just aughjkfdseftvch. i will continue to look forward to updates! :)

seconded!! i need this fic in my life.

OP here.
Oh my god.
Thats so fabulous. I am wrought with giggles for the poor boy.

Leonardo's going to have to invent a good water heater for the poor thing.
Great job!

OH MY GOD ANON YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM RIGHT NOW!

You update halfway through a (really awesome) shift at work, and then on the way home I check which prompt this is for... and it's for one of my prompts!

Firstly, I love the nice King Washington so much! I wonder what he thinks he's making Connor and Haytham do... or maybe he ships them, lol... And the father-son interactions between Connor and Haytham are adorable, too. I can't wait to read the next part, anon. Thank you so much for what you've given me so far! <3

This

With every step Connor took towards his husband's study, the overwhelming sense of dread continued to consume him. It wasn't as if he was afraid of the Templar, despite all his monstrous acts. No what worried him now was what other surprises awaited for him behind those foreboding double doors.

Was he early? Was he late? Connor didn't know. Lee had misinformed about a meeting time once already. Would he really do it again? The Assassin was uncertain. The members of the Templar Inner Circle were the hardest to figure out. So he headed in the direction of the study at four-twenty, giving him ten minutes to walk the distance and mentally prepare himself. There wasn't enough time for the latter.

Taking a deep breath, he steels his nerves and knocks softly upon one of the doors.

"Yes, who is it?" his loathsome mate calls out.

"It is me."

"I'm afraid I don't know anyone by that name."

He rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"It is Connor."

"Oh my charming wife!" he hears Charles crow. "Is it tea time already? Do come in."

Resisting the urge to kick the damn door off its hinges, Connor instead turns the handle as quietly as possible, and pushes the door open without making a sound. He gives a quick and cautious glance at his surroundings before a taking a step inside, closing the door behind him. He is a little relieved that Lee is sitting behind his desk and not waiting to pounce upon him again from his blind spots.

The study is a large room with high ceilings and windows. Like the rest of the manor, it was well furnished and decorated with a few personal touches. A large sofa sat facing the fire place. A brightly colored oriental rug that adorned the dark paneled wood floor. Leather bound books and paintings (one of them of Charles) lined the walls. Everything was neat and tidy, save for the open crates that sat to the side of the desk the Master of the House sat behind. Connor's breath hitched as he caught sight of some of the familiar items from the Homestead within them.

"Before you scream out theft," Charles began. "I'll have you know that these were commissioned by the Order long ago; but lost to use when you predecessors attacked one of our estates. I am relieved to have them in our possession once more, even if half were vandalized most likely by you."

Connor said nothing, his eyes lingering on the Templar portraits that had once hung in manor's secret room. If the Templar was upset by the bisecting chalk lines on Johnson, Pitcairn, and Hickey's portraits, he did not show it. Charles was particularly pleased that the Grandmaster and his own were in perfect condition, while forgetting Church and Biddle's completely. He wonders how long it took for them to find the hidden space, and what they had done with the items that had not belong to them. Such as his weapon inventory, assassin robes, Achilles' robes, and John de la Tour's uniform.

On Charles' desk sat many of his own written work that Connor had last seen inside the manor's study. They were his ledgers of the Homestead transactions, records of his Privateer and Assassin recruit contracts, and the Encyclopedia of the a Common Man - a manuscript he had been working on listing every single resident listed and all the observations Connor had made upon watching them. He felt guilty. He might as well have fashioned their nooses himself. It was only a blessing that the Aquila and her crew were on a three month voyage out in the Caribbean, and as much to his knowledge, still safe. The others though...

"Are they still alive?" he asks quietly.

"Who?"

The Assassin glared. "The people of the Homestead, my Assassins, George..."

Charles frowned briefly at the last one Connor had listed, and his piercing eyes flew to the boy's neck in a silent reminder of his claim. "Yes, those peasants are still alive and pre-occupied with burying your mentor, Adams, Revere, Putnam, and your brothers who were slain." Connor's heart constricts at the mention of the fallen ones, but nods for his mate to continue. "Washington and your remaining recruits sustained non-fatal injuries and will recover in time."

His relief is short-lived and replaced with suspicion. "How do I know you are telling the truth?"

"You don't." Charles' eyes are cold as gets up from his chair and approaches his mate, seizing his jaw and tilting the boy's head up to look at him. "I have no reason to harm anyone, so long as they don't start trouble for the Order again. That pathetic half-wit, as much as I want him dead, will continue to exist so long as you give me what I desire..."

Connor flinched as a hand stroked his flat stomach, and he could swear he felt the coldness upon his skin despite the shirt and waistcoat he wear over it. He took an involuntary step backwards, but was caught quickly by the General's arm sliding around his waist. The Omega stiffened and did not challenge his Alpha's hold on him.

"I want you to give me a son," Charles spoke lowly as he leaned in even closer until their faces were a mere inch apart, "an heir who will inherit those eyes of yours, who will carry on my and the Kenway legacy. Do this for me, Connor, and Washington will continue to live."

The younger man could not help but tremble in both anxiety and fear. Really, what kind of choice was this? There was no choice. He could not allow George to be killed simply because he failed as an Assassin. However, the thought of carrying and giving birth to a child was also beyond frightening, especially now that he felt more alone than ever.

"Well?"

Swallowing hard, he averted his gaze and nodded his head quietly.

"Very good." The grip around him relaxed, but still remained. "Let's get started, shall we?"

A/N: Raise your hand if you like porn... because it's coming (wait...was that a pun?)

I hope this gets filled.

Hahaha Yes.

I am not a fan of tentacle porn but this was AMAZING!

I love that he named the kitten Achilles.

LMAO the shenanigans should Hickey babysit Connor. I am not sure who would be bad influence on whom.

So Haytham's a fan of tough love huh?

LMAO Hell yes!

Haytham decides to punish Thomas Hickey for whatever reason and spanks him OTK style. Afterwards Haytham fucks our resident dirty, lechorous, Irish, alcoholic in his freshly spanked ass.
Bonus Points:
If Thomas was trying to get Haytham to spank him
If the other Templars, not including Church, walk in during the spanking and get to enjoy the show.
If Thomas has to show his ass to the other Templars and let them touch him or smack him and he really, really enjoys it.

~~This Anon has way to much love for that awful bastard Hickey.~~

So I was playing AC2 today and while I was out, about six to eight guards jumped Ezio in Cannaregio, right infront of a Doctor's stand. Now when I'm playing Ezio, he very rarely attacks anybody with his own weapons, as I prefer to steal theirs and maim them with it. I'm especially pleased, in hindsight, that this is the case, and that after killing all the guards but one, he had a spear for a weapon.

Ezio took the spear and attacked him, and we entered the killscreen, stabbing the guard in the stomach with it. As it was the first one to die with the weapon, not the second, Ezio kept it in hand. But! While he was pulling it free, I hear the Doctor next to us, like a cheeky lil' bastard, say "A weekly bleeding part of a healthy lifestyle!"

Imagine that! <3 I think I'm in love with this doctor.

Now... when I play Ezio he's always getting hurt. I spent a -lot- of time buying potions and getting patched up. And I love the doctors. So, can someone write me a good short Ezio/Doctor fic? Bonus points if you can work Ezio's perpetual tendancy to injure himself and that line into it!

Smutt not necessary but certainly welcome. As is multifills and any doctor, because I haven't made it there but I heard a rumor about one in one of the next games :3

(sorry if this appears twice; my internet is wonky, and totally fritz'd out when I tried to post it. I had to rewrite it and everything @_@)

Oh my god, this. J-just this. This anon is a horrible writer and therefore unable to fulfill the prompt, but wishes someone would very very soon.

Please? Pretty please with a chocolate-covered Haytham on top?

I wrote something similar with Altair being rejected by Malik because it's a 'sin'. It's bittersweet and doesn't have a happy end... if you're interested I could post the link.

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

More Than Instinct - Part 1

Louis Mills/Haytham; flirting, rough sex

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Not OP

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OP

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Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 8/?

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Haytham/Thomas Spanky-Panky

Ezio/Doctor

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