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I cannot. I have ceased to can. OP can do no more but sit at your feet in awe.

dfjsaldkns thank you so much anon! This is exactly what I wanted from a Charles/Washington fill! And I agree about the lack of Charles/Washington fic. I think they'd be such an interesting pair to write about and there's nothing about them. I might try my hand at it one day.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9076259/4/The-Exception

AAHHHH OP! *Hugs* I am so happy you like it :)
Especially the politics omfg I was afraid that it was going to sound boring. Here's a long-ass chapter for you and I hope you like @____@

*cries* *tears* *cried a river* poor connor. it's a good thing haytham came to the rescue in the end. but still, poor connor T_T

Awesome! Glad to have you back. And can't wait to read the next part!

Posting for a buddy, since she's lost Internet access D: Hopefully someone will be kind enough to fill this for her so she'll have something nice to come back to!

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Brotherhood!Ezio/male recruit.

While on his recruitment rounds, Ezio finds a young man that is unbelievably shy (stuttering when spoken to, looking at the ground, hides under his hood, etc, and yet he is one hell of a shot with a bow and arrow. Ezio recruits him, and naturally he's teased when he gets into the brotherhood, some of the older recruits trying to draw him out of his shell in a friendly way, others being just plain mean by saying he's not an actual assassin because true assassins don't kill their targets with bows and arrows/don't do long distance kills. The recruit doesn't really do anything about it, so everyone assumes he's just a scaredy cat.

Right up until something - or someone - threatens Ezio. And then suddenly all hell breaks loose, and the recruit turns into a blood-letting demon that won't be stopped until Ezio is safe again. (Kidnapping optional here)

Ezio finds this incredibly hot. Especially when, as soon as the danger is gone, the kid starts apologizing for the trouble, and tries to make Ezio feel better by cleaning the home up and baking cakes and the like. He thinks Ezio's mad, when really Ezio's just incredibly turned on and wants to fuck him silly.

AC3 au!!! Can work as an Alpha Omega fic too.

Kanen has become the chief of their village. He is a strong wise warrior; however, he's still unconfident at some things, like talking to Connor. After the war, things are now estranged between them. Still for some reason...he still visits(stalks) Connor secretly, watching him from afar. He feels pain in heart, and can't explain why. The clan mother just calls him a hopeless idiot, and tells him he's in love....duh!..and that he has to get over his bitterness if he wants to be with him.

Of course Kanen will be stubborn as hell. What he doesn't know is that the his entire Clan knows about it (Clan mother probably told them) and frankly...annoyed by their chiefs sad moping. The Clan decided that Kanen and Connor WILL be together and will use force.

-I leave it to someone else to write how they end up together.
-Also, I want steamy sex scenes, and Connor in a wedding garment.
- Use Connor's real name Ratonhnhaké:ton. I used Connor cause its easier to write.

A/N: More writing before I pass out... nothing major going on. Also, I was always wondering who was putting up those assassin contracts in the recruit menu. So I thought maybe the Tallmadge family (since Benjamin's father was an Assassin) has a spy network that answered to Achilles who did not mention it to Connor because he wanted to go out and gather information on his own.

Both Connor and Stephane watched the - once secret - leader of their intelligence network, examined the piece of silver in rapt attention. Tallmadge turned the band around in his hands numerous times. His eyes studied every scratch and dent upon its metallic surface, as if hoping to decipher some hidden message.

"It is barely visible; but if you tilt the ring up, you should see an engraving on the inside," Connor pointed out helpfully after several minutes of uncomfortable silence.

Tallmadge threw the Master Assassin an exasperated - "Why didn't you tell me in the first place?" - look.

To which Connor gave the Spy Master a - "You never asked" - shrug of the shoulders.

Stephane merely coughed at the silent exchange before glancing over at the ring in the other man's hands.

"What does it say?"

"Non... nob.. dom..ne..." Tallmadge squinted. "The words are damn near illegible!"

"Non nobis, Domine, non nobis, sed Nomini Tuo da Gloriam."

Both heads swiveled back to Connor.

"'Not unto us,'" he translated from Latin, "'O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name give glory, for thy mercy and for thy truth's sake.'" The Assassin paused for a moment to take a sip of his ale, then frowned in distaste as he pushed it away. "I have read, that the Templar Order of the Holy Land, used this phrase during the Third Crusade."

Connor wondered if their present Colonial brothers did the same. He explained to the other men that none of the rings he had taken from Johnson, Pitcairn, or Hickey, had such an engravings on them. However, Tallmadge did not look so concerned and doubted it would have made much a difference. The ring appeared quite old and had much wear and tear to it. Perhaps an old heirloom passed from generations, from mentor to pupil, much like the Assassins' hidden blades.

"That ring could be our token of admittance. I would like you to hold on to it for me, Colonel." Connor nodded to Tallmadge. "Perhaps your and your associates can use it as a lure."

Hr had complete faith that Benjamin Tallmadge would find some information regarding their enemies current whereabouts.

"Very well. I will see what I can do." Once pocketing the trinket that belonged to their enemies, the mood lightened a little at their small table. "In the mean time, Connor, you should return to your Homestead for now."

The Omega bristled.

"I will not hide from my enemies."

Stephane, with his protective Alpha senses kicking in, began to protest; but the other seated beside him quickly intervened before the Wolf could chew his into his recruit.

"I'm not saying that you should. But do you not have a wedding to plan?"

Oh, that.

Lol, I love that last line. It's so Connor, to forget that he has a wedding to plan!

Lololol!

And I love the light banter here. They're all so happy (or at least not completely miserable) and alive and just awesome.

<3 recruits. <3 Tallmadge. <3 Connor.

And to think that it all disappears soon...

Lol, I love that last line. It's so Connor, to forget that he has a wedding to plan!

Connor's list of priorities:

1. Find out WHERE IS CHARLES LEE?!
2. Get more kisses from George <3
3. Hunt and Kill Templars
4. Hunt and Kill Regulars
5. Hunt and Kill Animals
6. Recruit bonding time.
7. Yusuf bonding time.
8. Saiiiiiling
9. Achilles bonding time (unless he's cranky, switch to #10)
10. Homestead chores, mini games, conversations
11. Visit village and hang out with Kanon
12. What wedding... oh fu.....

And I love the light banter here. They're all so happy (or at least not completely miserable) and alive and just awesome.

<3 recruits. <3 Tallmadge. <3 Connor.

And to think that it all disappears soon...

Yeah, I know. Build up to more angst.

Heart: why are you doing this to me?!

- Kaeleer -

To say the Council was put out by their arrival was a little bit of an understatement. Especially once they put Vidic in his place in a little under three minutes - the man was actually ballsy enough to suggest they make an appointment. A quiet blast of his power had silenced that argument well enough, and now the Council members were somewhere between scowls and shivers, trying futilely to resist as William demanded the papers tying his son to Marcella's court be wiped from the record.

"You cannot simply barge in here and demand--"

"I can do any damn thing I please, Vidic. Especially considering I'm the only thing standing between you and my son right now." His smile was chilly, a reminder of what exactly he was. He might not have been long-lived, but that didn't mean he wasn't powerful. After all, everything his sons were came from him. Beside him, Haytham was smirking openly, eyes dancing will hellfire. He'd gotten rid of his Queen's problems first thing, and William had let him, knowing it would take Desmond a while to arrive. The Red Wind would only take him so far before they would have to transfer over to either the Ebon-Gray or the Black.

Vidic stared at him, and then shook his head. "Mr. Miles, I'm not quite sure what you mean. Are you trying to say that somehow your son has worked his way out of the court and is on his way here?"

William nodded, smiling pleasantly. Now they were starting to get it. At least, the ones around Vidic were. Vidic himself had never met his son, didn't know how close son resembled father. That was alright; there would be plenty of time for lessons. Out of habit, William checked his watch. It had been exactly a day since he had told his son to escape and given Shaun and Rebecca the go-ahead for the mission. Now Marcella's palace was overturned, and the Incubus was on his way in. It was almost a shame he was so short lived, William thought, he would never be able to see what would befall Desmond when he found that one person designed for him. What would happen to the Incubus when that happened, he wondered. Would that facet of his personality simply vanish, never to be seen again? Would it transform into something loving and warm? Or would it continue to exist, only revealing its face whenever it was needed?

Vidic began to go on a tangent about why Desmond couldn't possibly be on his way there, and William turned to Haytham. "Do me a favor, if you can."

"What would that be?"

"Look after my son when I go. You don't need to look over his shoulder every second of the day, but check in on him every now and again. Could you do that for me?"

The look on Haytham's face was a combination of tender resignation and sad understanding. "Of course I can old son. Of course I can."

They shared a smile then, the reminder of their fragile brotherhood almost too great a pain to bear. Haytham had been with him when Desmond had gotten out of Briarwood the second time, and he had been with him when Altair had been captured, the Order threatened, and even when his wife had given birth one final time to a stillborn - a baby girl that would have been Desmond's little sister. They had even had a name picked out for her - Lucy. Little Lucy with her big brother Desmond. A memory never to see the lights of day. It hadn't been long after that until his wife had passed on, but that had been the one time he'd lost something that he hadn't cried over. He had stopped crying the day he'd been with his wife on her deathbed, and he'd asked her why she sent his boys to Briarwood in the first place. The answer, he could still recall, chilled him to the bone and nearly sent him to the killing edge. But he hadn't, because Haytham had been there.

Perhaps, if he had more time in this world, they might have become lovers. Ziio had vanished not long after giving birth to Connor, a tragedy in itself that Haytham had never quite shaken off. But time had dulled the wound, and the feeling of family had done the rest. Ziio, William recalled, had been of the Dea al Mon. Connor had inherited most of his father's traits, save for the pointed ears that he kept hidden behind the hood he always wore. Those ears were the one part of his body he was proudest of, because it was the only part of him that reminded him he'd ever had a mother to begin with.

William had been confused then, understandably, the first time he'd watched Connor curl his hair over his ears, hiding them from sight. It was only when he'd asked Connor why that he'd realized the boy wasn't doing it for himself, but for Haytham, who saw Ziio whenever Connor had his ears out. The boy understood that his father needed to move on, and he needed to take it in small steps. So Connor kept his ears hidden, grew his hair long and braided it back only for formal events, which were few and far between nowadays, especially now that Connor was in the Shadow Order alongside Altair, Ezio and Desmond.

And speaking of the brothers...

William felt the whisper of Darkness before he felt them. It began as a slow tremble through the earth, the torches on the walls flickering, casting frightful shadows onto the stone. Then the torches went out, and in the distance a door began to open. And then another. And then a third. There were five total doors between the front of the building and this room, and they were all opening at the same time, putting themselves out of the way of the creature that was stalking the halls, his brothers at his sides. The Council members - the smart ones, anyway - began to realize that maybe William's words weren't such a bluff after all. Vidic and his group, on the other hand, began accusing William and Haytham of doing it, unable to feel the cold hand of Death that was currently running itself down everyone's spine. Beside him, Haytham called in his darker Jewels, swapping Green for Gray. Likewise, William did the same, flexing his Black web and putting a shield around them both, layering it twice for good measure.

His son was a mirror of him in matters of the heart, especially when it came to family. That was why William knew that when Desmond walked through the door, it would not be he alone that walked, but also the Incubus, Briarwood's ultimate monster, loyally shadowing its master. He knew that the others would have formed their own webs of power around Desmond, connecting themselves to him and anchoring him in their own ways. He could sense them now, the sway of their power slowly merging together to form one giant web both above and below, ready to catch Desmond if at any time he shattered.

Reaching out in greeting, he brushed against the barriers of his son's mind, and was almost instantly sucked in, the dark caress of his offspring's power a welcome touch after all that had gone on. *Father*

*My own. You seem well. I take it you left Marcella with a pleasant parting gift?*

*If it could be called that. I paid her dues in full. Shaun and Rebecca said they'd take care of the rest.*

*I see. And now what will you do?*

He felt rather than saw Desmond step inside the room, the air igniting with power. *Now I'm going to teach these whoring bastards not to fuck with the Shadow Order.*

William smiled and gracefully stepped back beside his children, patting both Ezio and Altair on the shoulders and kissing Connor on the forehead in greeting. Haytham did the same to his two boys as they merged their powers to the web, offering themselves up as they sat back to watch Desmond work, knowing that by the time all was said and done Vidic would probably be dead and the room would be a pile of ash.

Let it never be said Desmond Miles didn't know how to go out with a bang.

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Kind of a weak ending, but this feels like a good place to stop. This is all I have for right now, but given how large this universe is I may drabble more of it in the future. I'm uploading this to my A03 account as well, so I can keep the drabbles in one area.
What else... I don't think I ever really told the Jewel color of everyone, so here's a list of the mentioned peoples. Some weren't brought into detail here, but I already have headcanon Jewels for them.

Altair - Red descended to Black
Ezio - Sapphire descended to Ebon-Gray
Desmond - Green to Grey
Connor - Opal to Red
William - Uncut Red descended to uncut Black
Haytham - Uncut Sapphire descended to uncut Ebon-Gray
Maria - Purple Dusk to Sapphire
Sofia - Uncut Rose to Opal
Flavia - Summer-sky
Darim - Uncut Opal

Ziio didn't really have a Jewel in my headcanon, but I imagine she'd probably be pretty powerful, maybe around a Red or a Sapphire rank once she descended.

Anyhow, enough from me. I hope OP and whoever else is reading this enjoyed what I wrote. :)

Desmond's large family rules their criminal empire with an iron fist. But, being who they are, its almost common occurrence for someone in the family to be arrested for something. Most of Desmond's relatives have served or is serving in prison, its almost like a twisted family tradition.

Now its Desmond's turn...joy, for a crime he didn't even commit, and has to learn to survive. This is the one time Desmond's happy about his family connections, and searches out his cousins Altair, Ezio, and Connor whom he never really met before. The cousin's are the feared three, who even the guards don't mess with. Desmonds's welcomed into their group, and can't help notice how attractive they are...also he finds out they're all bloody crazy....buuuut Desmond discovers to his shock that their violent streak turns him on. So much for being the normal one.

Characters::::: My thoughts, but can change if you want.

-Altair: Would be the leader
-Ezio: Second-in-Command
-Connor: Muscle, and Body Guard.
-Desmond: Newb. Poor guy just wanted to be normal.
-Others: Whoever the writer wants.

Death was strange. Most TV programs and books painted it as either a Heaven or a Hell, depending on what you did in life. Some painted it as the perfect paradise for all, a resting spot for those that had a long life. Some just skipped the resting altogether and went on to reincarnation. But Death was none of those things.

It was like the Animus, in a sense. White, blank with nothing in sight no matter how far along he walked. It was quiet, not in a bad way, but after a while the quiet got lonely. Desmond would sigh, sit down for a while, and then after an hour or so would stand back up and walk again, just to hear something besides his own breathing. He wondered how long it had been since he'd died. A day? Two? It didn't feel like he'd been here long at all.

After a time, he stopped thinking about the hows and whys of Death, and just came to accept that he could very well spend the rest of his (after)life walking around in one giant white void. At least he'd get some exercise.

But just when he was through thinking that, he came across something. A door, not very large or impressive, but one that wasn't locked. Desmond automatically tensed, readying himself for anything. Slowly, he unlocked the door and stepped inside. The door shut behind him, and Desmond found himself in pure darkness. There was something beneath his feet though, and so Desmond started walking again. And just like with the white, it was quiet and nothing in sight. Desmond just kept walking, somehow knowing now that there would be another door somewhere.

He was right. After spending around the same amount of time in the black as he had the white, he came across a second door; this one had a notice on it. Once again Desmond readied himself before stepping up to take the note.

'Hafeed,

Calm your blade. We mean you no harm. Step inside when you are ready to be welcomed home.'

The nickname sent a chill down his spine. In Arabic, hafeed meant 'nephew'. The only person who would call him such a name that spoke Arabic was Altair - but why would he be here? And what did he mean 'when you are ready to be welcomed home'? Was there someone else besides him here?

Forcing his suddenly erratic heartbeat to calm down, Desmond sheathed his blade, pulled his hood up, hunched his shoulders and opened the door before sticking his hands in his pockets and walking inside. He expected to walk into another one-color void, but instead the door lead to what looked like a bar tavern, where four men sat at a table, quietly talking. Desmond felt his heart stop dead in his chest. No way. It couldn't be...

One of them looked up, and a grin split his face. "Nipote!"

His knees threatened to give way. No. This couldn't be right. Why were they here?

When one of the men stood and his hood slipped off to reveal a face identical to his own, Desmond's knees really did give out, the world around him darkening quickly as he fainted. The last thing he heard was someone shouting his name before his head hit the floor and he blacked out.

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When he came to, he was aware someone was petting his hair and murmuring softly to him. Off to the side Desmond could hear two whispered voices arguing - he quickly identified those as Altair and Ezio, which meant Connor was the one petting him. Somehow, that made him feel better than it should have.

"I told you to wait until he was ready, idiot!"

"He looked ready to me! He stepped inside, didn't he?"

"Let me tell you a secret, novice, just because someone takes the first step doesn't meant they're ready to make the journey. If you are any sort of assassin, you'd know that. Besides, can't you read postures?"

"What?"

"Hunched shoulders, hands in pockets, hood over his head - if that doesn't scream 'wary' I don't know what does. And the first thing you do is bellow at him at the top of your lungs like some rabid beast--"

"I am NOT a rabid beast!"

"So says the man whose first words to his descendant caused him to faint."

They continued to argue, Connor sighing above him. Desmond didn't open his eyes, enjoying the gentle touches being offered. He imagined Connor already knew he was awake, but he wasn't quite ready to deal with this yet, so he didn't push it. He was proven right when a warm breath hit his ear. "You know, they're not always like this. Altair wanted to go slow, but Ezio just wanted to see you again. He said you needed to be hugged and loved really badly after everything you'd gone through. I agreed with both of them - but there's just no pleasing them sometimes."

Desmond's lips twitched and his eyes opened a little bit. Connor's warm, shy smile greeted him. "You know, I think you're turning into my favorite ancestor."

Connor's grin got a little wider. "I'm glad to help."

"What? Why's HE the favorite?"

Desmond raised his head to meet Ezio's shocked expression. "Because he doesn't scream like a girl when he's not picked for favorite, idiot novice."

Altair threw back his head and roared at that, while Ezio's entire face went white than red from embarrassment. Connor buried his face into Desmond's shoulder while his body shook with laughter. "I-You... You are younger than me, Desmond! You can't call ME a novice!" Ezio yelled, pointing a finger at him. Altair had to lean against a table to keep himself upright, he was laughing so hard.

"Considering you made me faint, I think I can."

"I have made women faint before, and they have never called me a novice!"

Desmond raised an eyebrow at that, Connor's shaking getting worse as Ezio sputtered and eventually threw his hands up. "You know what? I'm done! Forget I even tried! I come here to show you how much I love and respect you and what do I get? Snark! Backsass! And from a younger wet-behind-the-ears boy who didn't go through half of what I did! In my day--"

"Oh god, not the 'in my day' stories, anything but that!" Desmond pleaded to the ceiling, not even trying to keep the laughter out of his voice anymore. This was just too damn fun. "My DAD used to tell those stories, about how they had to walk uphill both ways going to school in the snow with no shoes on while being chased by rabid dogs--"

It got progressively worse the more the conversation went on. The two bickered back and forth while Connor and Altair sat on the sidelines and laughed at their idiotic. Still, everyone knew nobody meant any of what they said, and by the end of it Desmond somehow ended up in a cuddle pile with his ancestors, head tucked beneath Altair's chin while Connor and Ezio laid against his sides while they talked of all that had gone on.

At some point Desmond fell asleep, body too exhausted to hold out anymore. It was the first time he fell into a deep, restful sleep and stayed asleep, surrounded by the protective embrace of his ancestors and the knowledge that the world would live on through the sacrifices of another, however hard they were. And someday maybe, that person might end up here with them, and they would be greeted just as he had been, with laughter and the bonds that not even time itself could erase.

Ezio Auditore would never admit to being afraid of anything. A little spooked, or even nervous perhaps, but never outright afraid. Because real men were not afraid of anything; that was what his uncle Mario had told him during a night of partying, right after he'd killed Vieri and helped stem the flow of war between Monteriggioni and Firenze, and his uncle had yet to lead him astray in anything. So when he told Ezio that men did not fear anything, Ezio took his word as truth and didn't question it, even when his eyes told him different. Even when his heart and mind told him different.

Ezio was nothing if not creative, and so whenever he grew nervous or spooked of something, he would shuffle around a bit and tense and relax his hands three times in quick succession. The small movement usually got rid of whatever anxiety he felt towards whatever it was he was facing at the time, and he was able to successfully go on with his day however he pleased. But after a time, Ezio noticed that around certain people, the trick failed to work. If anything, the urge to shuffle around only got worse. He started to avoid these people, thinking them enemies of some sort. Why else would his body react in such a fashion? Especially when his trick continued to work around normal, everyday people? Unfortunately, he couldn't avoid them all - people such as Lorenzo, La Volpe and even his uncle Mario all gave him regular work to do, and he couldn't keep himself away from them forever. So whenever he had to visit them, or they showed up unannounced, he would take in a deep breath, tell himself to stop being such a little girl, and spoke to them as if they were the most important person in the world, ignoring the screams going on in the back of his head urging him to fly away from these people.

In his haste to cure whatever problem he had with these fine folk, Ezio encountered the core of his problems. He noticed that around certain days, the people who gave him the strange tingles would smell a bit stronger than normal. It wasn't a familiar scent either, like those of fresh fruits or a lovely woman's perfume, but completely unique. Ezio found the scents pleasant sometimes, and irritating at others. La Volpe for example, made him wrinkle his nose. He didn't smell bad, just... rich. Not in the money sense, but in the sense of a rich food. Very potent - sometimes too potent. Lorenzo was much more docile, almost not there at all, save for the few instances his temper would rear its head, and then suddenly the smell was almost too overpowering for Ezio. Whenever that happened, Ezio grabbed hold of the nearest item and held on, praying that he wasn't going to die of an overdose of whatever the smell was.

It was his uncle Mario however that soothed him the best. If Ezio had to compare the scents to something familiar, it would be warm leather, ink and horses. His scent always reminded Ezio of home, and it was never too much. Even when enraged, Mario's scent only seemed to get better, and Ezio savored it, thinking that if he were younger, he would follow his uncle all around Monteriggioni just to keep smelling the scent. But even with things as happy as they were with Mario around, it also made Ezio curious. Only certain people seemed to hold the curious scents, and they were completely different. People he knew well, or family like Mario, smelled nice and pleasant, while people that were strange or new to him smelled outrageous like La Volpe. Eventually it got to the point that Ezio could contain his curiosity no longer, and in private one evening asked his uncle about the sensations and smells.

Mario seemed confused at first, and then understanding, and then confused again. And if Ezio was truthful with himself, a little bit upset. "Didn't Giovanni tell you about the spiritual triad, nipote?"

"Triad? I've heard of no such thing, uncle. That's why I'm asking you about it."

The older man leaned back in his chair, considering something. "Tell me Ezio, at what age did girls interest you?"

The assassin frowned, trying to think back that far. It had been a while. "Um, around perhaps fourteen, I think? Fifteen? Around that area."

Mario nodded, still pondering something. "And tell me nipote, have these smells and feelings ever come to you with the women? Have you ever gotten tingles that tell you to avoid certain people, or maybe caught a scent that seemed out of place?"

Again, Ezio tried to think back. He focused on his nights with Cristina, since she had been the one he'd visited the most often. He tried to think about his very last night with her, before his family had been hung, and came up empty. "No, uncle. I don't think I did. Not even with Cristina."

Now his uncle seemed both understanding of the problem and regretful of something. "Ah, I see then. I know what's wrong with you, nipote, and how to fix it. But you may not like what you are about to hear - I urge you to keep an open mind on this matter, alright?" Seeing Ezio's nod, he gestured to a chair. "Sit, and I will begin explaining to you."

Ezio sat, his heart fluttering nervously in his chest. He knew, somehow, that this discussion would change his thoughts on everything he had known before. He just hoped he would be able to do as his uncle said and keep an open mind.

"Within this world, there are four types of people. There are the normals, those that you walk among and feel nothing from. No chills, no tingles, no strange smells. Those are normal, everyday people that are lucky enough not to be cursed by Fate as we have been. Your mother was one such woman. The second group is what we call an Alpha. They are powerful men and women with the ability to see the world in a different way. They are commanders, leaders and controllers. But they are also protectors, servants and guardians. The men and women that you have been coming across that give you these strange feelings belong to this category."

"So then... you, uncle?" Ezio asked hesitantly. Mario nodded.

"Si. I am one of them. And because I am one of them, I can tell you what Alphas are, in essence. We are obsessive. We are controlling. We are loving. And we are dangerous. When you walk among the Alphas, you must always walk softy, because you never know what flavor you will get. Especially in Firenze, because Alphas are often at the highest seats of power, and to cross one is to know the wrath of the gods. Do you understand?"

Ezio nodded, stomach churning. To think there were people so powerful in Firenze - the feelings around Lorenzo suddenly made much more sense.

"Good. The third type are less common, but perhaps there will be more in the future. They are the Betas. You can think of them as the middle ground among the cursed. They can go either way, or they can create something entirely new. They are ambitious, but sometimes flawed; they can create great armies or they can be the destroyer of worlds. Most of them are harmless, but you may run across some that are less than sane. Watch your step, and do not turn your back on them." His nephew nodded again, starting to feel a bit sick. Both of these cursed peoples sounded completely insane - it was no wonder he was so twitchy as of late. He bet La Volpe was a Beta; the man was crafty like a fox, and just as crazy.

"The final group are the Omegas. Out of all of the groups they are the most vulnerable - but also the most powerful."

"How can that be?" Ezio whispered. Mario smiled and leaned forward.

"Because they alone control the Alphas."

Ezio's eyes went wide.

"Alphas require service to make them sane. A ruler to guide them by their leash, to keep them bound in some ways. That is why most Alphas are in politics - because there is always someone above them that will keep them in place. Be it another Alpha or a lesser Beta, they have what they need to keep sane. For those that are not in politics, they require an Omega, which is usually their life partner. An Omega is emphatic, and it is the empathy that draws an Alpha close to them. It isn't uncommon for an unclaimed Omega to be swarmed during their heat cycles, especially the first one."

"These heats you speak of... what exactly are they?"

"I don't know from personal experience, but Giovanni--"

"Father was an Omega?!" Ezio jerked upright in his seat. With his father's personality, it was easy to assume the man had been an Alpha, or even a Beta. But an Omega? "How-- I mean, you just said--"

Mario chuckled. "I know what I said. And the answer is that I was close by when we were younger, and used a stick to beat back any unsavory characters. Later in life though, Giovanni took certain herbs to make the heat scent die down."

"Scent?"

"Alphas can smell an Omega in heat - an Omegas can smell Alphas that hold certain strong emotions within them. It is for this reason that Omegas fall under a sort of lust spell when they are in heat. The vulnerability of the Omega in shouted out for any nearby Alpha to know, and the Alpha's emotions become raw and unrefined. They bounce back and forth between the two, and that is what causes the interaction. Alphas that have stronger wills can often ignore the scent, although I've yet to meet one in person." The man rubbed his hands together, looking at the candle on his desk. Almost half melted. "As I was saying though, the heat is a calling for a mate. The body desires completion, a companion, much like a marriage partner. Someone that can fulfill its needs. The heat is unsavory, often causing slips of the tongue and wanton desire. From what Giovanni told me when we were younger, simple touches rarely do the job. And therein begins the problem."

"Problem?"

"Sodomy is illegal in Firenze."

Now Ezio was the one confused. "I don't understand. If this Alpha-Beta-Omega thing works as you say, then there must be women of these natures, correct?"

"Yes."

"Then how does sodomy play into any of this? Can't they simply partner off with a woman and fulfill their needs?"

Mario smiled. "If only it were that simple, nipote. But there is another layer to this problem, one that is tricky all by its lonesome. Simply put, there are those that desire only women triads, and can sense them, and there are those that desire only men triads, and can sense them. From what you've been telling me so far, the ones you've been sensing have been only men."

"So? I don't see what the big d--" And suddenly Ezio stopped cold, the realization of what his uncle was saying slamming into him. "No."

"Nipote--"

"NO! T-th-this can't be real! Uncle, I am no sodomite!" Standing up, Ezio began pacing, panic lighting his veins. "This cannot be real; there must be some mistake! Surely I can change my desires? If I visit enough women, I'm sure--"

"NIPOTE!" Mario was suddenly there, whirling him around and gripping his shoulders hard enough to bruise. "Calm yourself! I assure you, this was not how I wanted it to go! But it is the truth. You must compose yourself, and realize that this is why I told you to keep an open mind. It is also why we are cursed!" He shook his nephew for emphasis, Ezio calming down in the face of his uncle's strength. He felt very small and lost, and entirely out of his league. "Please... just... let me finish, alright?"

Ezio nodded limply, sitting back in his chair as Mario retook his own seat. "As I was saying, there are some that desire only men. This is not a natural thing, not according to our laws. But the body's desires must be met, or the triad will eventually go insane. And so, within certain areas, particular laws have been laid down."

"Laws?" Ezio croaked.

"Si. Firenze follows the laws, and she is diligent about them. If you are accused of sodomy, and hold a certain position - namely that of the Omega - as well as a certain level of power within the city, then you may be excused of your crimes, and none may accuse you again. If you are not seen performing the act, then you may do as you wish. If your Alpha holds a position of power, you are often protected from the cold word of the law."

"In other words, the only way to get out of it, is to be an Omega or Alpha, and be powerful enough to erase the evidence." Ezio hung his head in his hands. He felt ashamed of himself, ashamed and sickened by what he was hearing. To be a sodomite for the rest of his life, to know that no matter what he does with a woman, it will never change what his body desires... it's distressing. "I can't do this, uncle. Please, just put me out of my misery now."

Mario slammed his hands on the desk with enough force to topple the candle. "Do not say such things, boy!" he roared. "Do you think me a fool? Do you think I would throw you so easily to the sharks? I am your famiglia, nipote! I have more than enough connections within the city to keep you safe!"

"In here, perhaps. But what of Firenze?"

"Have you forgotten Lorenzo already? The man owes you his life, Ezio. He will understand your plight, and aid you in concealment should it come to that. Do not throw aside your hopes and dreams yet." The rage seemed to pass as quickly as it had come, leaving Ezio sitting in the chair with Mario's fingers gently running themselves over his shoulders. "An Omega has the option of choice, Ezio. You may yet find someone that you love, that you can bond with and enjoy. Even if they are a man--" Ezio choked a little, "--do not dismiss them. Happiness is so few these days; you must take what you can get and hold on tight."

Ezio nodded, some part of him beating down his negativity on the subject. His uncle is right, of course, as he always is. He shouldn't be upset because Fate has given him a hard hand. Instead, he must gracefully play the hand out and ask for another. And if the next one is as hard as the first, then he must be as graceful then as he was before. He can't give up, not like this.

By the time Ezio left Monteriggioni, he had more information in his head than he knew what to do with. He knew he would need a night to ponder all the facts, and put a plan together. Hopefully Leonardo would still be awake when he got to Firenze, and wouldn't mind sheltering him for the night. The artist always did wonders for his nerves, even if he was a little strange.

OP here! Weak ending? Nah, it left it right where it needed to be - open for future musings but also complete as a stand-alone story. Of COURSE Connor is Dea al Mon - I like that he has a healing relationship with Haytham. There's still tension, but they consider each other and their emotional triggers. And victory for Desmond - he's almost Jaenelle in this situation, making it be known that he's not to be messed with and his clan isn't to be jerked around either.

Gosh, loved it from beginning to end. You have done a fantastic job, anon, you should feel proud of what you've written. I love it and thank you again.

I think I've wanted this ever since I heard an LPer yell "LICK HIS EARLOBE!" before Haytham stabbed Miko during the opera.

Make them have sex. Somehow. I'm not sure why I want this, but I do.

^Ditto as well!
And Author!Anon, you are doing a splendid job! There's an actual plot, and I just can't wait to see how everything would turn out~ Do continue Author!Anon, I am so happy that you've filled this prompt!!

Seconding because in Forsaken Miko and Haytham seemed to have a deep mutual respect for each other despite adversities and Miko needs more love!

That was so good... thank you for writing this! I like how you kept them really in-character, too.

Glad you like it! And I agree with everything you say about this pairing. You should go for it.

Thanks! I'm happy to know I didn't butcher them too much.

I gotta admit, I had never thought about this pairing before, but damn it if submissive Washington isn't the most amazing thing ever. I also like that Washington himself enjoyed the whole thing just as much as Lee, enough to come just by it. I was afraid of reading this and it would be noncon (not a big fan of noncon), but this was superb. I find myself wanting more now. Good job anon!

When you said Desmond is almost like Jaenelle, I had a moment when I saw him dressed in those gowns of hers. It was a scary thought. XD

And thank you! I do feel proud; it was a good exercise for me, and I enjoyed writing it. So you're welcome.

Are you me, anon? I need some tasty HaythCon spanking in my life <3

Thank your for all the praises! If enough people are converted, we might get more.

Making it noncon didn't even occur to me because I find their relationship fascinating. While playing the game, I had the feeling that Washington didn't really mind Charles, a curious response to his hatred. I found this intriguing and wanted to play with it a little.

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