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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Lemme leave you with this then, before I go to bed, and let me know what you think, if it matches up to what you were expecting or not. :)

He swears to himself that his father will learn to fear him.

When Haytham decides to go back to Boston and leaving him with Templar work, he returns to the Homestead and makes his plan of action.

His father will learn to fear him at the cost of his life, he swears to himself.

He packs a few key supplies—his weapons, a few rags, a little food, a bearskin for sleeping—and sets off to show his father is he a force to be reckoned with.

So he creeps through the woods, near-noiseless over the snow as he walks. It’s winter. The trees are dead, their leaves buried under the thick snow that muffles his footsteps. The leaves will decay and fertilize the earth, leaving the dirt rich and black, and he will gather it up and bring it back to the Homestead for his gardens and his farmers. The snow twinkles in the sunlight, light bouncing off the crystals. He should feel cold. There’s snow on the ground and chill in the air, and he’s wearing a light, long-sleeve shirt, dressed predominantly in the “savage’s uniform” the women of Homestead made him, obviously not like the others and finding his roots tickling their fancy. His gloves and leather greaves keep his arms warm, the fur falling over his shoulders enough to keep him warm enough. His mother had always called him crazy for running out in the middle of winter in just pants. Not that he minds.

The birds are chirping overhead, and he can see a rabbit nibbling on the roots of some plant. There’s a pack of wolves that own this territory, that he’s made friends with. He wonders where they are, the pups probably playing with one another, the alphas dozing in the sun and the others goofing off. He saw tracks of a herd of deer a while back. The world is so merry. The sunlight warms him to his core, makes the chilly air not so bad, makes the snow look even more bright and vivid. His skin prickles with gooseflesh at one particularly cold breeze, but he doesn’t notice, enjoying the way the sun warms the world and caresses his skin.

He adjusts the wolf’s hood and bares his teeth as he smells the acrid scent of burning wood.

He stoops lower, his footfalls completely silent as he pulled himself into a tree, pacing along the branches and leaning in to watch the redcoats below him. They speak in a strange language, one that he’s never heard. The skirts that the men wear, with the little furry pouches in front and the stupid looking hats make him want to laugh.

Always have.

The jewelry and beads of his “uniform” are pressing into his skin as leans over the clearing. It’s a British camp, a small one, probably just one regiment. He’s on the outskirts, and it’s clear those two aren’t too terribly concerned. They’re the only guards over here. He watches them speak in that funny language, with the funny accents, and watches their patrol. There are no other guards assigned to this spot. Probably because it faces trees, no matter how dead. Tents are lined up orderly and fashionably—he much prefers the disorder of the colonist camps, how they build around trees instead of making trees build around them. The tents are boring, the same standard-issue tent he’s seen everywhere. Fires crackle merrily sporadically throughout the camp, soldiers huddled around them to keep warm.

And all he’s dressed in his fur-lined pants and the wolf skins. His lips quirk upward.

“Oi, you!”

He watches another Redcoat come marching over, and the two other soldiers look at him.

“Stop speaking that monkey language! You are British soldiers now, not Scottish, you sordid brutes!”

He quirks an eyebrow as the other two frown. They mutter something in that strange language, and he manages to catch “foul-mouthed rat’s ass” somewhere in there. And perhaps something with a “Hell-bound sheep shit.” Something about home life being in bad conditions, but better than this. He smirks. They turn away. He leaps from the tree.

He drags off the body of the British man.

The Scottish soldiers turn around and see the smear of blood in the snow, their eyes wide and immediately on alert. The rest of the camp springs into action, and he takes his time in the tree, the body hanging there, planning his next move and watching over his kill like a lioness.

Perhaps he should start with terrifying the soldiers here.

So he leans back in the tree, pulling out the bear skin, and takes a nap on the branch.

That night, as the sun goes down, he climbs down from the tree, pulling the body with him.

He hears a soft growl as his feet hit the snow, and he smirks to find the pack of wolves watching him. He dumps the body, and they’re upon it like starving men. He slinks from the woods and into the camp, the cooler night air caressing him, making him want to laugh at the soldiers that huddle like moths to lantern’s flame.

He grabs one man, one that’s not in the skirts (he’s decided he’s taken a liking to the men who call their own “hell-bound sheep shit”), and kills him, disembowels him, leaves the organs over the entrance to the camp under the noses of the guards, and then strings the man up by his toes to a flagpole and vanishes. Once hidden in the bushes, he throws his head back and howls.

And he can’t help but smirk at the response from the woods, at the jump from the guards, fires extinguished and completely not noticing the body dangling there.

He’s good.

He sleeps in an empty den near the wolf pack. Eventually, the omega slipped into with him, making it a tight fit with him and the bearskin and an extra body now.

The next morning, he walks out, stretches, and the omega follows as his heels like a good dog. He smiles when it barks, and he crouches, rubbing its head and smothering its neck with kisses. He presses his nose to the fur and inhales deeply, breathing in the scent of dirt and trees and wilderness. Breathes in life. He stands after one more hug and paces to the edge of the camp.

The guards are up in arms over the sight of the body dangling from the flagpole. They’re running and shouting and some poor, young soldier is being blamed for the murder (another guy in skirts. Huh. How curious). While the body is taken down, the others of the soldier’s ilk comfort him with touches and soft whispers.

That night he slaughters another in pants, writes on a dark tent, “It’s not the pack you should be afraid of,” and then throws the body into the fire.

He sleeps soundly that night, to the sounds of the soldiers yelling and shouting with the omega curled up nicely beside him in their cubby under the tree. He smells of dirt and wolf and wilderness, and he loves it.

Definitely not Grandpa Haytham. He's still a loyal Templar and don't even want to think how that would have been very, very bad...

Oh? Now I'm curious

They offer advice to Connor, at the most, in how to counter his husband's influence on little Haytham, affairs of state that they stand opposed to, but that Connor may be able to change and so on.

Ahh, it's nice to know that the they're still Assassins at heart if not it body.

Charles is paranoid about Connor disappearing though and taking Haytham with him, so he blew up the moment he saw that the two were visiting without him around.

Makes sense, Connor did scare him when he woke up and mentioned disappearing and Charles freaked out and was not afraid to start the biggest manhunt in the country in order to hunt and cage Connor if he and their child ever ran away.

I have a HUGE weakness for Omegaverse fics. ;v;b

(I can't fully spell Connor's best friends name so I call him Kanen.)

Kanen and Connor grew up together as best friends, but when Connor hits puberty after Kanen, things change. Kanen has always secretly wished to be mates with his best friend and his wish is granted when Connor is established as an omega and Kanen an Alpha. The two start an awkward courtship till a ceremony which is held every year during spring occurs. It's where courting mates can become official with the clan mother's blessing. The two were going to become official until Washington attacks the village and kidnaps Connor. Kanen survives and is told to undergo training in order to get Connor back.

Points for:

1. Washington meeting a younger Connor and that's how he becomes obsessed with him.
2. Kanen is trained either by Haytham or Ziio.
3. Connor, while with Washington, is forced converting into the colonial British culture. He is also forced to sit by Washington's knee while Washington is sitting in his throne.
4. The only way for a mating bond to establish is if the person is in heat and consents. Washington has made it his goal to make Connor consent before his next heat.

Soooo good so far! Love to see Pitcairn being an object of affection. On the edge of my seat for more!

Remember the stories that Connor likes to tell little Haytham as a bedtime story? About heroes with white hoods and knives that protect people and old grumpy men training boys into heroes?

That would so not be kosher with Grandpa Haytham. He wants his grandson to be a Templar. And he's smart enough to know that our bedtime stories and youthful beliefs affect us a lot when we grow up, even if we know it's wrong.

Our Assassins will never stop being Assassins. :) Clipper's wedded to James, Connor is trapped by Charles, Stephane and Deborah were intentionally hurt to cripple their ability to actively be Assassins...but they've all learned that there are other ways of fighting, ones more subtle than pure strength and action. They'll never stop being Assassins. :)

//hugs the Assassins//

Forgot to mention that when Haytham writes that Stephane and Deborah's knees were cut, he heard it from Connor who was actually referring to certain key muscles and tendons. They aren't amputees, but key tendons and muscles were sliced through in such a way that they're unable to get the full use of a particular leg (hence the limping, though it's actually limping with the help of a crutch).

I remember reading a HP fanfic a long time ago where Voldemort slit the tendons in Harry's ankles or knees (don't recall which). It stuck with me.

/hugs Assassins/

Yeah, I figured. Although it's not mentioned in the game (but I think from an extracted audio clip), the Templars had hunted down the Assassins and killed them, but they tried Achilles and let him live, and I assume they did the same with his leg before releasing him.

Thirding! I need this like air, food and water!

also Captcha: William's name is?

it didn't really match up that much but i still enjoyed it quite a lot thank you so much WriterAnon! I love you! <3

probably should have mentioned that i was the op...

But not the way round that their initials would make one believe.

So Desmond has a lot on his shoulders, being the chosen one that's supposed to save the world and also not go crazy despite the fact he spends most of his waking time being not himself.

Shaun is an experienced dom, but even if they are already sleeping together, an estimated five minutes before the apocalpyse isn't really the appropriate time to bring up kinky sex play. However, he does notice Desmond seems to take to his more dominant moments quite well and it even relaxes him... and eventually they do a real D/s scene.

Bonus for Desmond being completely unaware of such urges before and a little freaked out afterwards.

(Ignore my re-re subject *Glares at it*) Anyways! i'm actually surprised that I haven't seen this request so i'm going to make it! Anon would like to see a fic with Connor as an omega and Washington as an alpha, in the TOKW au.

After first seeing Connor, Washington decided he wants him. Needless to say, when general Putnam brings him before the king he's thrilled and decided to take his sweet time playing with his new toy.

Bonus points!

+50 ~ Washington doesn't realize that Connor is an Omega at first.
+100 ~ Connor is mouthy as hell
+150 ~ Washington is abusive (being drunk/mad with power does that to people.)
+200 ~ Connor is persistent in his efforts to get away from our beloved mad king (the boy is hard headed what can I say)
+250 ~ Washington gets fed up with the resistance Connor puts up and drugs him so he can have a compliant pet.
+300 ~ Knotting, and Connor freaking out at not being able to get away from Washington.
+ All My Love ~ Connor either somehow gets out or gives up and becomes a hallow shell. (poor babu)

*Whistles* Look at all those shiny bonus's! Anywho, it's preferred non-con, perhaps could turn into dub-con, but if you can spin it off as a Stockholm syndrome dub-con all the more power too you! Either way, dub-con, non-con it's all fine with me!

~B

Seconding this! For any of those ideas ~~especially that Ezio/Sophia/Yusuf!~~

OMG YES! Especially the knotting part where Connor is freaking out and trapped under Washington!

mind = gutter

Oh, poor Ezio! (> ; A;)>

...I had this fear that he had been captured by the Pazzi like Volpe stated ~~half of me didn't want it, and half did....goddamn kinks.~~

More soon, writeanon?

Is there anyway to fit in Cannibalism into this kink meme or is that too much?

If not I would love to see a bit more minor character indulge in it. Maybe Clipper who will only consume as long as he knows there is a safe distance between him and his food. The guilt becomes to strong between cravings. Maybe he was starved to the point where he ate his dead companions. Could be that Hickey extends his pleasures of the flesh towards the point where he must have a more lasting physical presence. How even about Braddock?

Would other characters discover this proclivity how would they react? Would they blackmail them? Convince themselves what they saw wasn't real? Rationalize it to the best of there ability?

Oh, poor boys. Very awkward moment, with them both avoiding mentioning Shaun's accidental gropeage.

I was thinking the same thing actually! well kinda, I was thinking something along the lines of Accidental Cannibalism, ie, a character being fed human flesh or organs and not knowing about it until after they've eaten it.

so I'm totes seconding this!

~B

FOURTHING!

damn man, I would love to see any of these!

Seven, 36, sixteen and thirty three: the 3rd number is? Captcha wants the third option.

See? Even the kink meme wants them threesomes. xD

As I said on AO3, this continues to be brilliant in every way. If you notice a glow in your backyard, it's just me camping out and offering your muse brownies.

Well, i guess I should have mentioned I wasn't done. It was going to be a longer fic than that. My apologies. Would you still want some more?

fill anon here! Just to let you know i'm still working in the next part, life has been a bit horrible lately, so it's going to be a while. hopefully i can post soon!

I really really hope this has not been abandoned, it has so much promise with this amazing part!

We miss you terrible writer!Anon!

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