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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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thank you ;_; and no, I didn't change his age. He was 14 through the whole thing, part 1 and 2. I think he was 14 when Charles found him in the forest in that once cutscene, if I did my math correctly. I also wrote these 2 parts at 4am so there are a few mistakes ;~;

Omg, could you imagine what this would be like in a modern AU? Connor gets his driving licence at 16 and is excited to show off his driving skills to Haytham. Haytham's all snark and sass for the whole trip and he makes some kind of comment about 'Crazy yanks trying to kill everyone with their cars.' Connor brakes hard enough to smack Haytham's head off the window out of spite.

But um yeah. Fourth'd please. Especially if Connor pushes him off the boat :D

Thank you, and I love those guys... it's just too bad they didn't have any scenes with them all together in the game.

Oh hell. GO AWAY PLOT BUNNY. I've got three WiPs for AC and many others for other fandoms, I do not need you! You are an unwanted adorable fluffy thing...

...fuck. If nobody's filled this in a week, I'll go for it.

... I think he was five?

*Long prompt*
Connor comes across as a real sweetie but still manages to scare people without really trying, like when he goes to retrieve stolen supplies, this makes me wonder how people would react if he put his mind to it. Add in a hatred of say, Charles and I imagine sparks would fly.

The other thing that I noticed is that Connor reminded me of a leopard if you left him in a tree for too long, there was definite lounging going on.

So my prompt is this:
Connor/Haytham with bottom Connor. Connor being his normal sweet self while bonding and spending time *coughbuttingheadscough* with Haytham but should Charles or Thomas drop by then he becomes rather territorial and possessive of Haytham's time, preferably without Haytham catching on.

Bonus points for:
- Charles catching Connor in bed with Haytham and Connor rubbing it in his face non-verbally.
- Making Thomas so uncomfortable around him that Tom pretty much sticks to the opposite side of the room from Connor.
- Haytham is somewhat puzzled as to why both Charles and Thomas act as they do.
- Either Charles or Thomas notice the lounging and see it for what it really is, a hunter playing at being a house cat.
(I’m hoping my rambling made sense.)

OH! This plan!! I approve of this plan, and I can't can't can't wait to see how he carries it out, this is turning out so fucking fantastic!!

Mmm, delicious prompt is delicious.

Also, in sequence 12, when he walks into Martha's Vineyard and bullies information out of that one guy? Omigawd, that was cold. And hot. And quietly efficient. That's how I see him for this prompt, is it just me?

This sounds hilarious as well as hot. Makes me thinking of Haytham being like... A cat owner and Connor's the new kitty. Taking all his attention and being possessive and what not. ANYWAY, WHAT I MEAN IS I WANT THIS, SECONDED

Somebody? Anybody? Fill this please? I'd try myself, but I haven't written anything in years nor do I have a computer or laptop that I can post from... This is honestly the single prompt that converted me to Haytham/Connor.

Crapshack, this anon misfired, someone delete this please D:

Misfired earlier, hurr durr.
Somebody? Anybody? Fill this please? I'd try myself, but I haven't written anything in years nor do I have a computer or laptop that I can post from... This is honestly the single prompt that converted me to Haytham/Connor.

random anon welcomes you to the darkside!!!
And on that note, someone please fill this!

OMG Yes! I got all sorts of creepy vibes with Charles/Connor/Thomas

OH MY GOD WHAT

I NEED TO CHECK THIS

okay he met charles when it was little in 1760, and he was born in 1756, making him 4 OH MY GOD WH I

JESUS I FEEL EXTRA BAD ABOUT WRITING THIS HE DOESN'T SOUND LIKE HE'S 4

this is officially the worst thing i've ever written i'm going to go take a bath in gasoline and probably not write the rest of this unless i should continue??

1. What if Connor had not said "you and I are finished"?

This scene actually broke my heart a little. Haytham so planned the whole thing out to get Connor to break away from Washington only to have his ties severed as well. So what if Connor had not suspected his involvement and allowed him to come along?

2. What if Haytham won the fight?

When you played this sequence, did you hesitate at the last part? What if Connor had died from his injuries or was defeated by Haytham and imprisoned?

For some reason Haytham visits the Homestead and sees Connor for the first time with his guard totally down, running around and doing everyone's chores and favors for them with almost no prompting.

Maybe he thinks they're taking advantage of his idiot, bleeding heart son and tries to bureaucrat up the whole process or something?

I want to see this so much. Especially if he's there for the pig-herding mission.

Haha! This right here, So much win!!

Interesting, interesting! I'm getting a bit of a Haibane Renmei vibe. Good old Achilles, taking this in stride. Please continue!

No, no it's an AU, so we can just say it took place in 1770! Anyway, Connor looks at least five years older than he actually is throughout basically the entire game, so making a mistake like that it totally understandable.

That killed me, that I had to hit square to kill my father. It reminded me of the end of MGS3... D:

Just this morning I was doing the pig-herding mission and I was wondering what Haytham would have thought if he saw his son do something like that. So yeah, seconded, and if I wasn't already writing so many fills, I would have tried it.

Thank you for the support, fellow wing loving anonymous assassins! I will reply properly tomorrow morning as I am literally falling asleep where I stand.
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Connor paused in the shadows stretching over his shoulder to rub at his shoulderblades. They had been inflamed and itchy for the last couple of days, the combination of sweat and rough linen making it worse, creating two mounds on his back, perfectly aligned. Rolling around in leaf piles was no longer advised. Too many variables. Connor suspected it was just a bad reaction to a scratch, but as soon as he finished his work here, it would be straight back to the homestead to clean up.

Sitting in the rain, motionless, Connor wondered if Achilles missed him. He had been away for nearly a month now. Probably not. The older man had a thing for a well-stocked larder, and Connor reluctantly admitted to being the main culprit in cleaning it out. It was entirely unfair - he was a working man, shaking off the last threads of childhood, filling out the robes of the Brotherhood more and more by each passing day. It wasn't as if he had a choice when it came to eating. He either had enough or he didn't.

A cold droplet rolled down Connor's nose, threatening to make him sneeze. He muffled it, all too aware of the redcoats on the balcony below him. Had the weather been better then his target would already be dead. But it was raining, and his target stubbornly remained inside.

Shifting his weight, Connor stared at the guards. If he didn't catch a cold from this, then he'd be amazed. White men and their diseases and illnesses - Connor found himself misfortunate enough to have an immune system that hadn't experienced these things, and as such, spent a considerable time miserable in bed after his first contact with Boston. But somehow he managed to pull through. He wondered if it was his mother watching over him, warding off the poisonous afflictions.

Ah. The Templar had emerged. Foolish man. But he felt nothing as Connor leapt upon him, snapping his neck and tossing the body into the startled guards. It provided the confusion and distraction for Connor to escape. Against his better judgement, Connor slipped into a haystack. He scratched his back against the wooden edge.

The sneeze returned, and Connor held his nose in hopes that they wouldn't alert the searching guards to his presence. But they prevailed and Connor groaned as he leapt from the hay, sneezing every few paces, unable to stop until he'd run the guards all over Boston. Twice. He huddled under a small patch of roof, watching the rain pour down and began to shiver.

Fuck. He'd better not get sick from this otherwise he'd would never hear the end of it. He was supposed to go on convoy duty with the Aquila when he got back - he couldn't afford to be slumped over the wheel in delirium. Pulling his hood further over his head, he waited for the rain to stop. At least it wasn't as itchy with fresh water soaking into his robes.

Connor sighed. The guards had given up, and nobody in their right mind would be out today so he had a clear path to home. Slowly he rose from his hiding place, scanning the area for enemies. His back complained, pain briefly shooting across his shoulders, but he chalked it up to the awkward hunch he'd had while hiding. After an uneventful walk across the town, Connor found his horse, untying her from where he'd left her.

She was dry, munching from the bag of oat mash Connor had left her. With a fond pat he packed away the bag, tipped out her water pail, and let down her stirrups. Whickering, she bumped her nose against his arm, showing her disapproval. Connor wasn't sure whether it was because he'd taken away her food or that they were about to get wet. Probably a bit of both. The mare was temperamental at best, wild, demanding, but quick on her legs and a fine jumper.

"Come on," he said soothingly. "It'll be a short ride today."

Tossing her head, she eventually let Connor on, and they set off at a brisk trot. The jostling movement caused his robes to pull at his back, sticking to the insect bites. They started to itch again.

It was about half-way to their first camp that Connor started to feel dizzy. He put it down to dehydration mmand drank more water. It was two thirds of the overall journey when he actually slumped from his horse. He drank more water and lashed himself into the saddle. It had become obvious from the way his back froze up or spikes of pain that he was far from dehydrated.

By the time he rode into the homestead, Achilles was horrified to find Connor almost dead in the saddle. And then the fever kicked in.

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