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

Omg yes please I need it
Especially because I think they really would feel guilty about the incest side of things, heh. I think that's sometimes overlooked!

It does, doesn't it? People shouldn't get me wrong, I love that we have so many fills focusing on the various issues Haytham and Connor's relationship has other than the incest, but I admit that I have an actual incest kink like whoa. I love the angst, the shame, the drama provided by the idea of a forbidden love. :D

oooooh god, why did you stop there?

anon would like something based off of this

very much.

Maybe Haytham ended up winning the fight at Fort George and kept him in hiding until the Templars won control completely and presented him as a prize to Charles now that Charles is to be the leader of the new country. Haytham and Charles might've already been in a preeatablished d/s relationship and is quite willing to go along with whatever Charles wants, even if it means being kept on a leash like one of Charles' dogs, and helps train Connor into being a good "dog" too. Obviously Haytham would always be Charles' favorite and gets special attention.

SUPER EXCITED AAAH! :DDDDDDD

any anons able to do this? i am a shite writer or i'd try my hand at this prompt

Oh my god this is a beautiful prompt and I never realized until now that I need this in my life. I'm already working on other fills or else I'd try my hand at it - I hope someone fills it!

New York 1784
“Your Highness.” A voice said hesitantly.

King George, bent over a map of the United States, looked up. “Yes?”

“Sire, there’s been an unexpected development.”

Washington’s face turned into a scowl and straightened. “What is it?”

“The Indian woman that tried to take It…”

“Out with it!”

“She’s alive.”

The Mad King froze. What the soldier had said could not be a joke since it was now common knowledge that Washington detested things that were a waste of his time. That aside, his anger was mild considering what he had just heard.

“Where was she seen?”

“On the outskirts of the city.”

“I’m assuming she got away.”

The soldier gulped. “Yes.”

“I want an increase of patrol for that area.”

The soldier relaxed and bowed. “Yes, my King.” He quickly left.

Washington walked over to a window overlooking the northern section of the city. That woman had to be captured and made a public display. No doubt word was already spreading that she had survived being subjected to his power. It would start giving people ideas. How did she survive? He was certain she died on the spot. She was more trouble than the damn British.

He looked down at the scepter. It was a safe assumption that she would try to steal it again, only go about it differently. He had underestimated her before and he was not about to make the same mistake. The fact that she had already come so close was unsettling to say the least. The King’s personal guard being outwitted by a savage of all things! It was one thing after another.

His newest problem was the loss of General Arnold. The gradual removal of the savages had suffered a setback, not to mention the fact that he was now being bombarded by men eager to fill in the position. He honestly didn’t count on losing one of his best generals, but thankfully he had others to rely on. It seemed the obvious choice that General Greene should take over even though he was saving the man for a later stage of the plan. Washington had left the Indians alone, but that woman’s audacity had provided him with the perfect opportunity to start his plan sooner.

He walked back to the table and stared at the map. The expanse of land to the west had been a dream of his since he had become a surveyor in his youth. It was the future of the nation, in more ways than one. The land was rich in materials which would help in the upcoming war.

Most of the country was horrified when he declared himself king. It was better this way. The nation was still young and the process of solidifying itself was going to slow. Annoyances like that Indian woman had to be dealt with quickly. Perhaps he should enlist Indians in his army. Though he hated to admit it, they were a hardy people and had been a terror for both sides during the Revolution. His soldiers would find the idea outrageous and would require a further thinning of the ranks. Yet, the addition of Indians would appease those that felt the Indians fate was too harsh.

For now, he was willing to let the people air their grievances. But, everyone sooner or later needed to decide to join… or die.
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Sorry that it was kinda short! Future chapters will be longer.

Actually I do have a little omake-sequal in mind if you're interested

Washington shifts between between batshit crazy and angsting. Writer Anon can make the angsting be about whatever.

Looking for major h/c here.

While there are still Alphas/Omegas in the world, they've become increasingly rare (Betas are the majority, now.) However, the Templars and Assassins have a high number of Alphas/Omegas in their numbers (dunno, maybe it's what give the groups an edge against each other somehow?) And the Templars in particular have been going out and kidnapping Omegas in order to keep their numbers higher than the Assassins (either the Omegas join willingly, or their forced into "breeding.")

Desmond is an Omega, and while on the run he's able to keep that fact hidden (not certain how, but by present day I'd assume that some sort of drugs are available to regulate heats/etc.) He's eventually captured by Abstergo, and they're very happy to find that he's an Omega.

After being forced into the Animus and relive his ancestors memories, Desmond assumes that he'll be killed since now Abstergo has what they want. However, he's forced into heat (more drugs?) and then carted off for the Templar Alphas.

Is he forced into the Animus to relive Ezio's memories between heats? Does he get pregnant? Is Desmond able to escape or is saved somehow?

-cough-
Preferably in his new DLC outfit. ~~Even better, nothing much at all. >.>~~
And I don't really mind who he's wrestling with, as long as Connor ends up on the bottom.

Whether he enjoys it or not is up to anon, although I'm partial to the idea of Connor being extremely flustered by his situation. XD

"You did WHAT?!"

It was late; Shaun had retreated back to his rooms for the evening, and called Lucy and Rebecca to him from there. He wasn't eager to confront Desmond anymore, now that his head had cleared. Part of him felt something he had done had been the trigger for Desmond earlier, but he wasn't sure. Lucy seemed the most knowledgeable on the subject of Omegas, but Rebecca had surprised him before.

"I did exactly as you said I needed to do, and I got kicked for my efforts. Quite hard, in fact." He licked the split in his lip where his tooth had pierced it. It hadn't bled too much, but it was still really sore. "So, are you going to tell me what I did wrong? Because as far as I know, Omegas are not supposed to lash out like that when they're in heat. They're supposed to roll over and take it."

Rebecca stared at him for a minute before bursting into hysterics. "Where the hell did you hear that?"

Lucy actually looked disgusted. And alarmed. "Shaun, that's not how these things go. Omegas aren't whores - its true they're controlled by hormones during the days they're in heat, but that doesn't mean they're weak." She scrubbed her face with her hands. "Ugh, this is such a catastrophe."

"Look slick, the thing about Omegas is that when they're young and going through their first heat, they can be really volatile. Especially if they're forced into a corner. And Desmond's kinda crazy, with the Bleeding Effect doing its thing," Rebecca had finally calmed down enough to explain, and did so with great vigor. "You've also got to add in the fact that Omegas were much more social than Alphas - and Desmond is quit literally the last of his kind. So you've got a half-crazy, terrified, volatile young adult male coming into his first heat and being confronted by a smarmy, snarky, razor-witted older man that thinks he's easy and exudes sexual desire. You tell me what's going to happen, genius."

Shaun winced slightly. When put like that, it did sound rather unsavory.

Lucy sighed. "I imagine he'll take to hiding for a while, probably somewhere we can't follow. For now, we should leave him be; Shaun, the next time you see him, you need to apologize. I know you're eager--"

"I am not!"

"--but you're going to have to take this slowly. Like Rebecca said, Desmond's not entirely stable right now. And given the mistake you just made, I'd say he's going to be pretty damn far from trusting you anytime soon." She disappeared from the room suddenly. Shaun waited for her to reappear; when she did, she was carrying two books, both paperback. One was a small black book, and the other was a light brown book. Both were journals. "Here. This has enough to help you through any questions you might have."

In the black journal on the back of the cover read the inscription "Malik Al-Sayf" while the brown read "Leonardo da Vinci". Shaun's eyes went wide.

"Malik was supposedly an Alpha. Rumor holds that he was mated to Altair, although you can imagine how debatable that is considering Altair's relationship with Maria. Leonardo was tried for sodomy - the rumors there said that his partner had been none other than Ezio Auditore. The difference is that Leonardo was an Omega," Lucy rattled off. Shaun blinked several times, pinching himself to make sure it was real. The journals of Desmond's ancestors - or someone close to them. A thought suddenly occurred to him.

"Why can't we use these to tell us where the Apple is?"

"Because neither ever mentions it. They talk about missions or meeting the ones they love. Malik talks about his courtship with Altair, and Leonardo's is mostly filled with ideas of art or meetings with Ezio. They'd be of more use to you than to us."

"Methinks you might want to start with Leonardo's journal, Shaun. Get the Omega mindset in your head before you start playing Mr. Big Strong Alpha," Rebecca called to him as they left. The door was closed behind them, leaving Shaun on the bed with the journals.

He was tempted, seriously tempted to start with Malik's journal. But at the same time, Rebecca's words haunted him. Desmond was vulnerable - if he read Malik's first and made the wrong move, Desmond could very well kill him. He needed to get to know his enemy - or rather, his partner - before he could get to know his own role.

So with a heavy sigh he dropped Malik's journal in the drawer beside his bed, toed off his shoes, made himself comfortable and opened Leonardo's journal to the first page.

Yeap, Washington really sets himself up for failure which kind of happens a lot in the game when he just happens to leave this TOP SECRET piece of evidence about burning Connor's village on his desk right when he's speaking to Connor, and doesn't even notice Haytham sneaking around him to read it.

Lol I can imagine it now. Connor wrestling a templar in the mud while washington and the other continental soilders sit down and watch! :D

“Do you, George Washington, take this Omega to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

"I do."

At last the words he had wished to say. George's smile widened as he glanced over at his bride. Eagerly, the Alpha awaits the words he longed to hear.

“And, do you, Connor Kenway, take this Alpha to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

"I..."

Immediately, the sound of gunfire, shattering glass windows, and screams assaulted his ears. Washington jerked, hand whipping out his firearm in reflex. The Commander quickly glanced over to his Wolf, whom he had expected to leap into action, only to see him falling forward. His frightened filled eyes widen in horror and disbelief as he briefly catches those amber ones before they close.

No!

Without thinking, he dropped his pistol, extending both his arms to catch his bride...

Connor!

...and misses as something slams into his shoulder, sending him staggering backwards. Before he can recover his bearings, he's seized about the arms by two men, and quickly shove him onto his knees. George grunts in discomfort, attempts to free his arms until he feels the bite if a serrated blade against his throat. His eyes glance up, following the handle of the dagger to its wielder's face.

"Charles..." he hisses as the Major General gives him a small smirk.

"George."

Washington's features twist into a scowl as he glares up at the man he had once considered a comrade, with both shock and outrage. From behind he can hear the sound of General Putnam shouting a loud string of obscenities before he's abruptly silence. The screams resume. Shouts of outrage. A loud shot reverberates through the church, and everything falls silent save for the muffled sobbing that belong to the women and children.

"Damn you!" Washington snarled, attempting to pull his arms free from his captors who only tightened their grip. "If it is meet you want then allow these people to..."

Charles laughs at him, fanning the flames of Washington's rage.

"You?" the Templar asks, sardonically. "Once again, George, you overestimate your importance. I am not here for you."

Cold dread fills his entire being as Lee turns to the side, to reveal the crumpled white-robed form of his beloved laying upon the ground. George strains, trying to get a closer look. He was relieved to see that no gaping holes or bloody splotches upon those snow-colored robes which remained pristine. When he stared at the boy hard enough, he could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest as his Wolf continued to draw in breath. Washington's relief is short lived though, as his heart clenches at the sight of Achilles laying in a crimson pool across from his student.

"You fiend..."

"Long ago we warned the old man not to get involved in our affairs ever again," Charles informed him. "He did not listen."

George swallows hard, his eyes never leaving the unconscious Assassin who - even if were to awake - was now utterly helpless at the hands of his enemies. This is his fault. His Alpha senses are going insane with worry and desperation to protect the Omega at all costs. The memory of Connor's execution in New York suddenly comes back to him and he drops his scowl, and looks over pleadingly at the Templar.

"Please," he begs quietly. "I will step down as Command-in-Chief. You can have my title and position in the Continental Army..."

Washington would have expected to hear Sam and Paul shout in indignation, if he hadn't already suspected them to be dead. Fear gripped his heart at the idea of Lee killing Connor before his eyes.

"Just let us go. I will take Connor away. We will never interfere with you and yours again, please..."

Charles stares at him with something akin to disbelief, before smirking once more, shaking his head. Before either man could say anything; Connor shifts and curls up on his side, groaning quietly. Lee smiles and gestures for a few of his henchmen to take positions near the altar where Father Timothy was held at gunpoint.

Much to his confusion and fear, both he and Achilles' body are dragged off to the side, away from Connor, who slowly began to open his eyes.

oh man, i have a few other fills that i'm writing right now but i kind of want to do this one, too. i have this idea of Clipper maybe having mud wrestled for fun with his brothers when he was younger and then suggesting it to Connor as a way to help relax post game events.

so basically. you might have a fill for this at some point, anon

OP here, and this makes me so incredibly happy!! *__*

Ikr? I was like... //headdesk// Really, Washington? REALLY?

//bites nails nervously//

This insight into George's thoughts during this event is wonderful and heartbreaking. That he heard Putnam getting shot after trying to go to his defense. That he's trying to bargain with Charles and getting the man's motives wrong. And then him thinking that Connor had died when he first got knocked unconscious...

Even loving the fact that during most of it, Charles is doing nothing but holding up a blade to George's throat and bantering with him. His grunts are doing all the work, hehe.

I felt so cheated when I read that Ubisoft was about to make Aveline as Connor's love interest but decided against it in the end.
So, maybe some Connor/Aveline?
If you can set it in the ¨Tyranny...¨ I will love you forever.
-Bonus for Aveline meeting her sassy mother in law.

For serious? You have just cheered up an incredibly shitty day at work. I look forward to it! :)

FAP
FAP
FAP

I...I...I...have been reading this multiple times now, and I have no words. My brain has melted into a pile of gook. There is only fapping.

*fapfapfapfapfapfapfapfapfap*

i feel like the answer to this should be obvious, but were you looking for smut in this anon? i just want to make sure before i throw it in there and you weren't actually looking for anything smutty, just mud wrestle-y

Initially just Connor getting all dirty in the mud, but now that you mention it, a side helping of smut would be awesome as well. 8D (With Connor still being bottom of course.)

I feel spoiled already...
Thank you kind anon!

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