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Oh the angst! I love the fond recollection of Haytham having with his parents (who are actually happy at this point) and then the moment where Connor lays broken at the bottom of the stairs....

/SOOOOOB/

Mother married Father. He trusted him, and Father...

/snif/ Oh little Haytham are you in for a shock.

Washington captures Ziio and attempts to civilize her without using the Apple. Ziio, being her usual sassy self, insults/harasses him constantly.

Yep, one very, very nasty shock. :)

//pets lil Haytham//

Upon setting his empty cup down upon the table, Connor finally faced his husband who had stopped petting the Pomeranian in his lap to frown disapprovingly at him. The Omega fought and managed to push his fear aside, lifting up his chin once more in defiance even though he knows he'll just be stared down anyway.

"Commander Washington is one of the several I had in mind," he responds evenly while meeting those cold dark azure eyes. "He is virtuous and empathetic, unlike other men in my acquaintance."

Charles's face darkened as he leaned forward. Spado had jumped off his lap and onto the table, but neither human paid any attention to the small dog. Both were too busy staring the other down.

"You're naive, boy," the Alpha hissed as he glowered at his stubborn Omega. "Naive and gullible. Blinded by infatuation. You only see what you wish to see, understand what you wish to understand, what coincides with your preconceived notions."

The Templar leaned over more and gripped Connor's knees when the boy attempted to stand.

"You think your Washington was a saint? Virtuous and empathetic?" Charles barked with derisive laughter. "Did he tell you of his plantation? Did you know that he allowed the overseers to work over a hundred of his slaves from dawn until dusk, whether they were injured or ill?"

Connor leaned back in his chair as the Alpha had vacated his and approached him. Charles gripped his knees harshly, wrenching them apart so he could stand between them. The Omega winced at the rough treatment and stared up at his husband who used his full height to intimidate him.

"As you bared all to him regarding your Brotherhood and your past, did he ever do the same?"

The Omega averted the intense glare as best he could, and caught the glimmer of golden fur from the corner of his eye.

"Did your people never tell you tales of the man who was nicknamed the Town Destroyer? That all these years you believed..."

Charles stopped abruptly as realized his wife was no longer listening to him. He turned his attention to whatever the boy was suddenly staring at outside the open second story window behind him. The window, where his beloved Spado was barking from in distress. Dangling from the ledge after an interesting white butterfly had gotten away from him.

The angry flush upon Charles' face immediately drained away as he panicked.

"Spado!"

Connor, being closer, reacted quickly as he reached out and scooped the small fluffy dog up with one arm before pulling him back safely inside.

"It seems cats are not the only animals that fall prey to curiosity," Connor commented mildly while petting the shaking ball of fur in order to calm it down.

The corner of his lip twitched in a ghost of a smile as the pup licked his fingers in silent gratitude. The gesture reminded him both of Gavin and Yusuf, and the fond affection both animals gave him when he took the time to play with them. He was suddenly overcome with home sickness. As the Omega felt his husband's probing stare upon him, he immediately lowered his head. Hiding the somber expression upon his face.

Save for the distant sounds of birds chirping outside, the silence was stifling. Connor waited for the Templar to resume his angry rant. Waited for Charles to sneer at him again as he continued to insult his beloved Commander knowing there was nothing Connor could do to defend the other man's honor while they were both imprisoned.

Then Charles leaned down, and an arm brushed passed his head. Connor tensed, stilling his petting hand, much to Spado's dismay. He flinched as the window is abruptly closed behind him. But to the anxious Omega's relief, Lee took a step back and turned away from him.

"The maids need to freshen up the room," Charles explained before clearing his throat. "Once you've cleaned up and dressed, we'll have dinner downstairs at the usual time."

Was that it? Connor wondered in silent disbelief. There was the sound of departing footsteps followed by a whistle at the door. Spado yipped in response, jumping off Connor's lap and ran obediently to his master's side.

I just came home and saw this, and let me tell you, I'm completely and utterly happy with it. Even if you only did it instead of your homework, I love it and I'm happy you shot off your homework to do it! So thank you for filling my odd little crossover.

His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 12

I saw Mother. They finally let me see Mother.

He looks...

Doctor White told me that Mother is very weak right now. That they had to try something that was very dangerous to get the baby girls out of him, and that he’s alive, but not well.

He told me I need to treat Mother gently and let him rest.

I asked him if Mother will get better, but he didn’t say anything. Just smiled and patted my shoulder.

I think...I think he thinks Mother might still die.

I think...

His large stomach was gone. It was flat again. He was so still I thought he wasn’t breathing, but then he’d be dead wouldn’t he, and Doctor White would have said...

Father was too busy talking to Doctor Davies. I don’t know what about, but he clearly doesn’t care about Mother. He doesn’t even come over and sit by Mother like I saw Mr. Collins do when Mr. Clipper got sick.

Doctor White did though. He fluffed Mother’s pillows and made sure the covers were pristine over Mother, and why wasn’t Father doing any of that?

He must really not care about Mother at all.

I can’t forgive Father.

Mother looked so pale. It was like all the life and the thing that made Mother Mother had left him.

And he didn’t wake, not even when I rubbed his hand against my cheek. Not even when I took one of the little figurines that Mother keeps in his room and put them in his hand.

He always liked those figurines. He said it reminded him of people who were kind and good to him.

He’d given me one to play with when I was little, but I don’t remember where I put it...

Mother looked so fragile against those white sheets. He looked like all the blood had left him and that...

He already looked dead.

Oh Mother.

Please don’t die. I swear I won’t ever be meant to you ever again.

I won’t argue or do naughty things or be a bad son.

I’m sorry for what I did.

I’m sorry I was bad to you, Mother.

So please get better.

And, and I’m sorry for throwing that cup at you and saying mean things. And thinking that you didn’t care to protect us.

You did, Mother. You did, and you got hurt because of it.

And I...

I was going to be a big brother. I was going to teach and lead and protect my little sisters.

It’s a Big Brother’s duty to protect their little siblings, right?

I can’t now. They’re dead, and it’s too late to protect them.

Father killed them. Just like he almost killed you.

I hate him, Mother. I hate Father.

And I’m scared of him. He was scary last time when he hit you, he was scary when he yelled at me for breaking Grandfather’s cup, and he’s even scarier now.

I won’t let him hurt you again.

I promise you, Mother.

I will protect you.

So please get better and wake up, okay?

I love you, Mother.

Spado! //hugs//

He's a smart, smart dog. Knowing that he can distract his master and his master's wife so well so that Charles would stop yelling.

//pets Spado//

I was so sure that Charles was going to rape Connor again, but how nice that Spado diverted everyone's attention!

Charles must be fuming that Connor holds Washington in such high esteem. Oh, the irony...

Heh, I can only imagine that when Spado(and Spado the Second) and Yusuf come together, they become quite the ~~cock-block~~ team.

Yeah, Charles may grudgingly respect Connor's keen intelligence in addition to all the many unbelievable things he's accomplished in his short life; but he can't stand his naivete regarding Washington. Out of spite he wanted to reveal Washington's role in the burning of his village, but ironically he still needs Connor to care about Washington enough to sacrifice himself for the former Commander.

Again poor Haytham and poor Connor, if only Grandpa Haytham were alive he'd take them away from this hostile home environment Charles has created. Speaking of Charles, I wonder if he's worried that Connor will leave him once he wakes... after all didn't he break one of his promises of being a good father to Haytham?

A/N: I copped out and made the ending sappy, I’m sorry! Not quite the death threats OP was looking for but hopefully sap is okay too?

Connor was in bed underneath the covers with his knees pulled up to his chest when his father walked in. He’d shoved his mission log underneath his wool socks again as soon as he’d entered the room. The mission was still a success, but he had that sick feeling all over again. Doing missions was hard when he felt all bad and guilty whenever the Templar Grandmaster was upset with him. He wasn’t supposed to care, but he did, and by the time he’d pried his hoodie off and was changing into his pajamas he felt tears welling up in his eyes and it was like the time Charles had pushed him against a wall all over again.

His father came into the room very quietly. He didn’t look mad, just stoic. He looked disappointed, like when Mr. Rodrigo told Haytham about Connor’s mission to escape from the schoolyard through a small hole underneath the chain-link fence.

“Clipper’s father is coming to get him,” Haytham said as he sat down on the foot of Connor’s bed. “He’s very angry.”

Connor gave a noncommittal snort and continued to stare down at his blankets. Clipper’s dad hated him. He didn’t like how Connor would chase their pigs around.

His father was quiet for a moment before he continued. “Connor, why were you and Clipper under the bed?”

Connor looked away, avoiding the Templar’s gaze. Assassins didn’t break during interrogations. They also didn’t want their fathers to see them crying.

“Connor, you need to tell me.”

“We were spying,” Connor muttered as he wiped his eye with the heel of his hand as casually as he could.

“Spying on Charles and I?” His father sounded shocked.

Connor shook his head. “We were... we were looking for Templar stuff and then you came in so we had to hide under the bed.”

Haytham paused. Connor had told him about the Templars before and though Haytham tried to dissuade him, that was all the boy talked about when they went to visit Edward. “Templar stuff?” he asked, and Connor could hear the anger beneath his words.

“Stuff about your secret plans,” Connor replied in a small voice.

“You went into my room, went through my and Charles’s personal belongings, because you wanted to find evidence of some... some secret plan?” His father’s anger was mounting. Connor wouldn’t look at him. “There is no secret plan, Connor! There are no Templars! This childish nonsense needs to stop!”

“It’s not nonsense!” Connor yelled back, trying to match his father’s angry tone. But his voice sounded weak and hollow and he felt tears coming again. “You don’t care – don’t care about anything besides stupid Charles and Abstergo and you don’t even w-want me!”

Haytham got very quiet. “Who ever said I didn’t want you?”

“You’d rather be in Italy with Chez... Chezzer and then I wouldn’t be there to make you and Charles yell at each other,” Connor replied hoarsely. He wrapped his arms around his legs underneath the blanket, still not daring to look up at his father’s face. This part was not going in the mission log. Connor was a tough Assassin who didn’t need his father to hold his hand or provide kind words of encouragement.

Though maybe just once in a while, that’d be nice.

Haytham didn’t say anything. After a moment Connor heard him move closer so he was sitting right beside Connor’s legs. And then he did something strange: he leaned over and wrapped his arm around Connor and tried to hold him close. Connor stiffened. His father didn’t hug people; he didn’t even hug Charles.

“Connor...” he said and he sounded sad.

Hesitantly, Connor leaned against him. “Grandpa Edward says you used to be an Assassin,” he replied in a whisper with a loud sniffle.

“What?”

“He says, he said you used to be an Assassin.” Connor’s breath hitched. “And it’s all his fault you turned into an evil Templar.”

Out of the corner of his eye Connor could see his father’s lips purse as they did when he was thinking about something.

“What do Templars do again?” he finally asked, his voice surprisingly soft.

Connor tried to hide his teary face in his father’s shirt. “T-they want to control people’s minds. And they make them do stuff they don’t wanna do. And maybe it’s not bad stuff, but they shouldn’t be allowed to do that, they shouldn’t get to tell everyone what to do.”

His father was silent for a long time, as if just actually listening to Connor talk about Templars and him being the grandmaster for the very first time. He reached up and gently stroked the boy’s hair. When he finally did reply, he spoke very quietly.

“Connor, I’ve got something very important to tell you,” he said. “Are you listening?”

Connor looked up, his eyes watery. He nodded. He’d gotten the front of his father’s nightshirt wet, but Haytham didn’t seem to mind.

His father looked back down at him and he hesitated for a moment, trying to find words. “I’m... not actually a Templar.”

Connor frowned immediately. “Yes you are,” he said. Though there were still lines of tears on his face, his voice seemed to regain vigor. He had always known his father was a Templar. He just was. “You’re the... the grandmaster.”

His father shook his head. “That’s what I needed you to think. You see, Connor, I’ve been in espionage for the last few years.”

“Espionage?” Connor asked. He didn’t know what that word meant, but he knew it was important.

“It’s a fancy word for a spy.”

Connor’s eyes widened. His voice dropped to a whisper as he stared in awe up at his father. “You’re a spy?”

His father smiled gently. It’d been a while since Connor had seen him smile. “I am. I’m an Assassin, Connor. My mission is to spy on the Templars.”

“Does Charles know?” Connor whispered, leaning in close.

“He does,” his father said. “Charles used to be a Templar. But now he’s helping me.”

“What about William?”

His father looked surprised for a moment, but he should have known better than to think Connor would have forgotten someone that gave him candy. “Mr. Johnson too. All of them, they’re all undercover. That’s why I invite them over. We have to discuss secret Assassin business.”

“Can I discuss secret Assassin business too?” Connor asked. The tears were gone from his face and he was smiling from cheek to cheek.

“How about,” his father said, “Tomorrow you and I spend the day together. Just the two of us. And we can discuss secret Assassin business together.”

“No Charles?” Connor pressed.

“No Charles,” Haytham agreed.

Connor sat back, considering all of this. It made a lot of sense, now that he thought about it. His mother never would have wanted to be with a Templar, even if he was the grandmaster. And his father did have William and everyone over a lot and they’d stay up really late, past Connor’s bedtime, and talk together. His father was leading the rebellion inside of Abstergo Industries. Connor would have to show him his mission log of all of the Assassin missions he’d completed. He also probably needed apologize for stealing his father’s Abstergo paperwork, but that was all before he knew his father was actually an Assassin.

“Okay,” he said, and when he leaned back he was smiling. He released Haytham’s shirt and gripped his blankets again.

“Alright,” his father said and slowly stood up. He adjusted his nightshirt, which now had a tear stain on the chest. “Go to sleep. I’ll have a talk with Mr. Wilkinson.”

Connor loved it when his father “had a talk” with people. No one could stand up to Haytham Kenway. Not Mr. Rodrigo, and definitely not Mr. Wilkinson.

“Dad?” Connor whispered loudly as Haytham was about to leave the room. The man paused, looking back over his shoulder at his son. Connor had pulled the bed sheets up to his chin and was peering curiously at his father. “Who did you hold prisoner with those handcuffs?”

Haytham was silent for a moment, then flipped the lights off. “Good night, Connor.”

It must have been secret Assassin business.

Eep thank you so much! Your comment made my day, I'm so glad people like it! <3 If I can find another opportunity to do so I definitely will! Or maybe I'll make an AO3 fic about all of Connor's missions or something that kind of spans over his relationship with his friends and parents.

The promises were more one thing in exchange for another. Connor made a string of promises in return to the promises Charles made him. So Connor will cease standing by him (support, etc).

It leads to Connor and Haytham playing the long game, so to speak. :)

I think I shall give this a shot... This will be my first fill here... But I have to say, I've been grabbing at straws for a way to write some Haytham/Charles...

I had a similar idea, but I was writing it for Connor/Ellen. I never finished it though because I ran into writer's block. I might finish it again just for this fill, if you don't mind Ellennor.

Sorry for the long wait - life turned out a bit more hectic than I thought. On with the show!

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Anyone who knew Ezio Auditore intimately would have assumed easily that the kiss he gave Leonardo (finally!) was the same kiss he had given to all the other bed-mates he'd had over the years; an open, unashamed show of passion and lust, complete with the usage of his talented tongue. And every single one of them would have been wrong.

Yes, the kiss Ezio gave was passionate. But it was also chaste. It did not push or demand, merely ask; it showed the emotions that had been hidden away the long days during war. Leonardo found it easy to accept the kiss, easy to reach down and twine his fingers with Ezio's, and easier still to relax within the assassin's grasp and let his body respond to the desire. His loins felt like they were on fire, but his heart was just as bad, swelling in his chest until he was sure his ribs would break and his skin split open. Leonardo intended to give both of the organs the due workout they deserved after the many years of waiting, but that would require pulling away from Ezio's delightfully delicious kiss, and he wasn't quite ready to do that yet.

Unfortunately, it seemed they still carried the ability to breath despite the fact that their hearts no longer worked (Leonardo wondered at that) and before long both men were pulling back, breathless. Ezio rested his forehead against the artist's, refusing to pull back any further than absolutely necessary. Leonardo couldn't stop a smile from gracing his features and nuzzled his comrade, rubbing his cheek against Ezio's own and relishing the soft feel. He had always assumed Ezio's beard would be rough and scratchy, and yet somehow it always felt nice to the touch. Then again, with the way the assassin groomed himself, he shouldn't have been surprised. Ezio took care of himself well, and had been compared to a woman at times.

Leonardo sighed when he felt Ezio's lips trace the side of his neck, gentle nips here and there making him squirm slightly. Although both men were hard and desired relief, neither felt particularly urgent about it. They were more interested in exploring each others' bodies and learning what spots produced the best feeling, as well as just generally appreciating what the other had to offer. More gentle worship than hard desire. Leonardo untangled one of his hands from Ezio's, looping it around his shoulders to run callused fingertips over the back of the assassin's neck, feeling Ezio shudder almost violently. Apparently Leonardo had found one of Ezio's weak points - and a well-covered one at that.

Chuckling as a thought suddenly recalled itself into his head, he untangled himself from his new love and pulled back, causing Ezio to startle. "Leonardo?" His expression spoke worry that his feelings had been denied -- that it had all been some horrible dream.

Leonard was quick to reassure. "Calm yourself Ezio, I'm not going anywhere. I was merely thinking we should thank your sister after we're done here, hm? She does deserve it, after all."

The worry disappeared, replaced by a flat expression while his eyes spoke of mischief. "My sister," he said, "needs to be dunked in a lake that sits in either a frozen wasteland or a very cold area."

Leonardo smiled, pretend to tut disapprovingly at his lover. "Ezio, that's hardly any way to reward your sibling for all she's done."

Ezio pouted. "I did not say I would not thank her. I just merely wish to dunk her in a cold lake somewhere first!"

The older man couldn't help it; he threw back his head and laughed, Ezio joining him after a short while. Both knew Ezio wasn't serious - he would probably be getting on bended knee to thank Claudia later on - but it was something required to say between siblings; the banter that always went on between older children present even in times such as these. Besides, Leonardo was sure if they had been the ones giving Claudia advice, she would have said the same thing.

Finally he wiped his eyes, laughter draining away into hiccuping chuckles. "Ah Ezio, you truly are incorrigible! But seriously now, we must thank your sister for being stubborn enough to push us where we needed to go, si?"

"Si," Ezio nodded, smiling, "I already know what I will give her for all her patience and hard work with us."

"Oh?"

"I'm not telling."

"Well that is hardly fair! What if I get her the same thing as you?"

"Return it?"

"Ezio!"

The cheeky assassin grinned impishly, leaning in a bit to bump noses with Leonardo in an Eskimo kiss. "Perhaps a kiss will loosen my tongue."

Leonardo crossed his arms and looked to the side. "I don't know if I want to kiss you anymore. Such a stubborn steak is unattractive, especially for a man your age."

"You're older than I am! And twice as stubborn!"

"Yes, but I am also artistic. Everyone knows people love such qualities in artists." The blond fought not to laugh at the horrified, jealous look on Ezio's face at the idea of someone else touching what the assassin clearly now thought of as 'his'.

"Even if they're a complete madman?"

"I prefer the term 'genius'. I believe you are the madman in this equation."

"I was young and impressionable when I said that! And I was on borrowed time!"

"Mm, excuses, excuses."

Ezio grumbled, reaching down and shutting his friend up with another mind-drowning kiss. When they pulled apart a little bit of the heat from earlier had returned, making Ezio's eyes a little darker and Leonardo's grip on him a little tighter than it should have been. "You should stop teasing me, genius, before I put the wall behind you to good use," Ezio purred in his ear, biting the lobe and causing Leonardo to shiver.

Leonardo ran his hands down Ezio's back, nails digging into the cloth. "I would not object to that, madman, so long as you made it worth my while," he murmured back, breath hitching when Ezio's leg made itself known between his legs. Ahh, god that felt good. "T-tease!"

"I think not, amore."

The leg started putting more pressure against his groin, and Leonardo moaned, hips starting to thrust back of their own accord. There was a dark growl from in front of him, and suddenly his back was hitting the wall, shirt being rucked up as hands traced his nipples. "Now who's the tease, Leonardo?"

The man wrapped his legs around the others hips, dragging him forward so that they were closer, arousals rubbing against one another through the cloth prisons. "S-still you, Ezio. It's a-always be-been you."

"Is that so?" Talented fingers of one hand began to dive down towards his breeches, pulling at the strings to free his prize while another swatted the hat off his head and ran through the silky strands, down his back and around to cup his ass, lifting the artist into the air and pinning him against the wall. "Well then, allow me to correct that... immediately."

Charles was never very good at controlling his impulses. Doesn't surprise me that he'd basically sabotage his own chances just to get rid of Connor's naivete...

Exactly what it says in the title. The Assassins and Templars are all werewolves, hence their desire to be in groups (packs)and the constant fighting to defend their territory.

At some point after their first meeting Haytham stumbles across a badly injured Conner, who for some reason (sickness, exhaustion, etc) is not holding his own against his attacker/s. Now, so far, their relationship has been as in the game (strained, passive aggressive to outright hostile, full of insults, putdowns, and snark); however, seeing Conner in danger hits Haytham right in the instincts/true feelings. That is his baby/puppy and someone is going to die. Cue Papa-Wolf Haytham annihilating Conner's attacker/s, bundling up the injured Assassin, and taking him off to a safe place so that he can be mothered (er, fathered) back to full health.

Bonus points:
+100 for wolf ears and tails on everybody, which - when one is not seriously controlling their emotions - give away what one is really thinking/feeling
+500 for howling at the moon, and Connor being young enough that he still has a squeaky-puppy-howl. Haytham absolutely does not consider this the single most adorable thing he has ever experience, and does not want to cuddle the living daylights out of Connor when it happens. No sir, not at all
+1000 for sleepy/injured-puppy-Connor being extremely cuddly, and papa-wolf Haytham taking advantage of it
+10000 for Connor, who was not raised by other werewolves, being somewhat clueless on how a werewolf is really supposed to act; Haytham has to step in an educate him, like a real daddy (and "ha" Achilles, who's an awesome father-figure now)
+Internet if this is an A/B/O world, and papa-wolf-alpha Haytham is constantly on guard against/intercepting the numerous alphas who are drawn to clueless-omega-Connor

Other author-anon here!

I was shitting myself for Haytham's angry daddy wrath but ASDFGHJKL THIS IS SO MANY KINDS OF CUTE I THINK I'M ABOUT TO START PUKING RAINBOWS BUT IN A GOOD WAY OK

EVERYTHING IS WONDERFUL AND NOTHING HURTS! <3 <3 <3

I love Ellen, so go right ahead! <3

Yes, yes I did! I'm glad you enjoyed it! :3

Oh my god. I need this like I need air. Especially that squeaky puppy howl. Oh my lord, I need to cuddly my pillows to death now because this prompt is AMAZING and someone needs to fill it RIGHT NOW.

You hear me all you writers? Get your butts over here. >:/

Nonononononononononononoooooo, I do NOT need another fic on my plate. I need to finish wingfics and eagle fics and time travel fics-no.

OP I hate you (not really, I love you.)

P.S. did you mean that they have ears and tails when they're human?

Definitely thirding especially fot the omegaverse thing. Would love to see Connor going through his first (or of the first) heat and Haytham not knowing what to do.

Ooooh! I can't wait to see it! :D (Seriously, how did I miss this in my inbox?? :/)

...I... was going to fill this. But I don't know if I can compete with this. <3<3 Oh Desmond. Giovanni! And Shaun and Becca being there, to see what sort of fit state the Order's turned him into.

Considering they might be part of the problem I dunno if Giovanni will tell them where they're going. You give me so many ideas, anon! So many! I love you for all things Gio. Do you have more?

Now I kind of wonder if there's a feesible sequel to this... No! I shouldn't ride on the backs of other anons! And anyway I've got so many other fills to work on. So many @_@ Maybe once I crank them out, okay, anons? I'll plot this during Lexicon. Okay, that's a lie. I'll plot this on the way to Lexicon. No promises 'll get much though. But I'll try.

It's beautiful and if I weren't standing in the kitchen I might cry. Lemme cry honorable digital tears.

..I love how as Desmond deteriorates into bleeding effect perpetuals Gio can still understand him. And the last line about how three years later he's going hunting ala AC3. I haven't even played it yet, how dare you <3

...I bet they share all sorts of stories of Ezio. All sorts of stories. Because if Desmond is Giovanni's son, he's Ezio's brother, and man, what a headtrip that must be.

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