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

A big Christmas dinner for Connor and the other homesteaders is being held at Achilles' manor. However, everything starts going wrong in the funniest way possible. I'm thinking some combination of stuff like:

-Pregnant!Prudence goes into labor during dessert
-Terry and Godfrey get into a fight over something stupid (what it is exactly is up to you)
-Achilles is suddenly hit with some good ol'fashioned Christmas Spirit and decides to cook dinner for everyone...only his cooking is awful. (Bonus points if he accidentally starts a fire as well.)
-Connor is unfamiliar with the concept of mistletoe and starts kissing anyone who happens to be standing near some.

...and anything else Writer!Anon can think of. Bonus points if everyone manages to come together and "save" Christmas at the end.

THIRDED! :D

Altair had Malik. Ezio had Leonardo. Desmond has (reluctantly) Shaun and Rebecca. Is it just me, or is Connor the only one of the Assassin Family that doesn't have a brother/best friend equivalent at his side?

He needs one. I challenge you, anons, give him the friend he needs!

Hardcore seconding!

Would love to fill this, but I haven't got the time, unfortunately.

/fingers crossed that someone else does.

That's what I thought too.

To be honest, I was really hoping that Haytham would end up as Connor's best bud, but alas, it was not made so.

Regardless...

Seconding this!

I've been scrolling past this like, four times now, and EVERY single time I've scrolled back up and read the prompt again. I've never done anything like this before, but heck, I'm gonna have a go at it! Don't expect anything before sometime next week, though :

Yes yes and yes!!!! Sick!fic ares are the best medicine. Speaking of medicine maybe Connor will try an make Haytham take some weird herb medicine from when he was a little kid only thing is, it tastes like shit. uwu

Omg! That's an awesome idea!

EEEEE! So cute and funny XD seconded!

THIS!<3

Ahh no rush thank you!

Oh... I saw the movie and the villain scare the jimmies out of me! Can we have a similar psychopath in this fic but going after one of our faved agents? Say Altair or Connor or Des (if included). And (SPOILER) they have to be just as crazy and even the whole touching while tied to chair and following up with sexytimes~ but the helicopter rescue literally rescues before it goes too far! (or whatever writer/filler decides) and please no trauma because of course bond is just BOSS and shrugs it off or plays along. Ehhhh ehhhhhh I'm not hearing any noes!

(whoa long extra fill... if they want of course)

And Javier Bardem was BADASS in that movie!

I thought Kanen'tó:kon was like a weird version of this, considering the end of his story. Up until then, though, he was a total bro!

Anyone remember that homestead mission where Connor helps Norris go-a-courtin' to Myriam and after he picks some wild flowers for (lazy)Norris he goes back and finds Norris 'taking care of business'? First off, I tried not to die laughing at that ackward moment for Connor. And second, I'm wondering what if Norris was in that out house for a completely different reason? Since he's a lonely bachelor and all, he maybe needed some stress released?

Anyway, I'm requesting Norris self-serving himself at thoughts of Myriam (or Connor possibly? who knows? Only writer!anon knows!) and Connor interrupts "I'll come back later". I just want that ackward moment and crack-fic of Norris saying "almost done" but still taking his time and Connor waiting outside patiently. C'mon! I know it's disgustingly funny, but C'mon!?

I agree let it be Kanen'tó:kon! You can't say no to his chubby cheeks!

Forth-ed? uh... yes! me too! I want to see the Haytham teaching Connor gentlemanlinesses! Anon you are an adorable genius!

I totally agree with possible!writer!anon, sorry original!anon! Connor would probably be freaked out!

Lafayette notices that Connor doesn't like to be touched, but that's fine. He makes Connor come without needing to.

Pre-game Haytham gets captured by a small group of Assassins in England. He's bound, gagged, fucked and hating himself for enjoying it. Please.

I don't really do dark... but it is based off of the mer-people who drown sailors. Please don't expect this to be in character. I haven't written in a loong time.

Connor slipped out of the village not long after the water had darkened from orange to near black. Darkness had never been a problem for Connor, though. His eyesight was keen as any other shark-man’s and his sense of smell was superb. Even if he did get lost on the way to his destination, which had not happened to date, all he had to do was look for the smell of pollution. Humans were forever throwing things into the ocean with no regard for its residents or the environment. Connor tried not to dwell too much on this as he neared the docks, slipping silently under the behemoth ships anchored to the seabed and scaring off any fish in the area.

Once he was close enough, Connor lifted his head above the water and looked around. At the end of one of the docks there was a gleam of a lantern and the man shape hunched beside it. Connor grinned as he slipped beneath the waves towards it. As he resurfaced, he called the name of the one person he would never try to drown, “Achilles!”

The old man’s face appeared over the edge of the wooden boardwalk, a grin splitting his face wide, “Connor! I had a feeling you’d be back tonight.”

‘How could I stay away?” Connor feigned offense, “You stopped halfway through the best part last night!”

“These old bones aren’t what they used to be, I’m afraid,” Achilles grunted as he reached behind him to pull out a book. “Now where were we?”

“The ghost of Hamlet’s father just appeared.” Connor reminded him.

I imagine that the people of Boston would have some sort of trade agreement with the merpeople to keep them from flagrantly trying to drown everyone they come across during the day and most of the night. Does that even make sense??

"Kill me..." Connor hisses, wishing he could sound more demanding, not that it would do him any good.

Haytham stares back down at him, eyes dark with angry lust, before shaking his head. "Death would be too good for you, son. Since you refuse to listen to reason and see the errors of your ways, then I have no choice but to break your stubborn resolve." Hands grasp Connor's sides tightly, leaving bruises upon his skin. "As your father, I will set you on the proper path even I must use force to do so."

'What gives you any right to decide on my future?! You gave up being any kind of father when you started this!' Connor would have yelled if his throat wasn't already hoarse from screaming.

The assassin growls threateningly and bares his teeth, but it's pointless as Haytham pushes his legs further apart. He closes his own eyes, breathing deeply and tries to prepare himself for the agony that is to come. Though a part of him believes that, after Charles, it would not be as painful.

Wrong. Oh, so very wrong. Connor throws his head back to release an agonizing scream more harrowing than the ones prior. Though Haytham's path is well lubricated, thanks to Lee, the blistering pain is not the cause of the Grandmaster's length, but his girth. This must have been why Haytham had allowed Charles to take him first, not just because he favored the man, but the evil sadistic bastard knew it would help prepare Connor to be stretched and filled to his breaking point.

"St...Stop!" he pleads breathlessly, while fighting down a sob that threatened to tear its way free from his aching throat. Haytham did not respond. The older man was completely oblivious to Connor's suffering; eyes are closed, drawing in air through clenched teeth, while savoring the constricting heat around his cock.

Shockingly enough, it is Charles Lee who rubs soothing circles upon his tense shoulders to try and calm him down. When Connor tilts his head back and looks up to see the other Templar leaning towards him, he is surprised at the absence of a sneer or a mocking, sadistic smile. Connor glares back up at him, and tries to free his bound wrists that are held down securely by Lee's knee.

His struggle is short lived as Haytham begins to move at an agonizingly slow pace due to Connor's tensing. The bound assassin, squeezes his eyes shut and whimpers lowly through clenched teeth. He tries hard not to concentrate on the unbearable friction Haytham's swollen cock is causing against his inner walls; or the front of his robes being torn open before hands and mouths latched upon his body - touching and tasting as if they could not get enough.

This was worse than strangulation. The assassin was being devoured, and they were taking more than just his flesh. They were robbing him of his freedom, his pride, and now his sanity it seemed.

A set of teeth embedded themselves into his shoulder, nails raked against his heaving chest before the hand they belonged dipped between his legs. Connor's eyes flew open and he gasps loudly as a warn sweaty hand wraps around his manhood, stroking it in time. No! There was no way the Grandmaster would force him to enjoy this perverted desecration. He glares over at Haytham who smirked back in response and began to tease the head of his flaccid cock. Both the sight and sensation had a disturbing effect on Connor, who shuddered and jerked.

No!

Skilled fingers quickly brought him to arousal, making him just as hard as the tumescent organ moving inside of him. As a boy, he had experimented briefly out of curiosity; but never in his life had he experienced anything like what he was feeling now. His breath hitched in his throat, and stayed there for what seemed to be like an eternity. The pain was starting to ebb away, and was slowly replaced by sparks of unwanted pleasure.

Haytham released his hold around his sex, causing Connor to whine in protest and causing both Templars to chuckle in amusement. Bastards. He didn't have time to growl, as Haytham moves back to sit on his knees. Rough, sweaty hands slide around Connor's hips, cupping his arse, and lifting his lower body up. One hard thrust penetrates deeper than before and it sets Connor's body blissfully on fire.

Unable to move, he's forced to endure the sweet torture forced upon him. There also was a new kind of unbearable pain that came with his neglected arousal. His tormentors ignored that part of his body that demanded attention; they were too busy taking their own pleasure. While Haytham moved in a brutal pace; behind him, the assassin could hear and feel Charles, hard once more, rutting against his bound hands.

Was this how the Grandmaster intended on breaking him? After being defeated at the Fort, Connor believed he could handle any form of torture they could do to break his resolve, even for a few days before his allies could come to his aid. However, Connor's sanity did not have days, it had seconds.

"Please..."

His plea was barely a whisper, and should have been inaudible to all the grunts, moans, and heavy breathing. However, Haytham had heard somehow and held Connor's body in place with one arm while the others hand began to slide up his leg, lightly palming his leaking cock in slow deliberate circles.

"At last, some progress."

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A/N: I'm really sorry, Connor ;_; This was another rushed part before I have to turn in, so grammar mistakes are plentiful. Please leave a comment if you can - I love getting feedback and would like to know if my characters are too OOC.

oh my god I was totally thinking the same thing when I was playing through that part. I was seriously like, "... are you jerking off in there or something? Oh my god."

Obviously, this fic cheerfully ignores all dates stated in the game. I forgot to verify them when I was planning the story, and I just realized how screwed the timeline is. So, for convenience’s sake, Sequence 11 will start a few months after Part 7. Sorry. At least Achilles is not dying yet. I like Achilles a lot. It just doesn’t show.

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The thundering noise of a door being open with too much force and hitting the wall wakes Connor. His body reacts instinctively. He’s out of the bed before he can think about it, trying to push any lingering confusion away.

His mind catches up to his body way too late. This is no enemy here. Only Achilles, standing in the doorway. Achilles, who probably woke up disoriented until he remembered being attacked by the Grand Master of the Templar Order in his own home. Achilles, who had no idea how much time had passed, who rushed to Connor’s side to see if he was unarmed. Achilles, whose eyes are slowly turning cold as he takes in the scene before him : Connor, still naked and bruised, but not beaten or violated, the unmade and stained bed, the absence of any sign of fighting and Haytham’s corpse nowhere to be seen.

Connor can’t defend himself. He stills, getting tenser by the second, awaiting judgment.

Achilles opens his mouth, stops himself, tries again to no avail. It’s obvious he’s doing everything he can to control his temper. "Well, Connor, you’ve made your choice. I hope you’re happy with it." He leaves as abruptly as he started to speak, closing the door behind him.

Connor thinks he might have preferred a screaming match, except there would have been no match, only Achilles screaming by himself because how could he talk back to Achilles about this ? He can’t demand of Achilles to accept Haytham, that would be too much to ask.

Through the door, he can barely hear Achilles’ mumblings fading : "in my own manor…"

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After this, everything settles into a strange, uncomfortable status quo. Connor spends as much time as he can away on missions, trying to further the Assassins’ goals. He scouts in New York. He talks to his contacts in Boston. He travels to the Frontier. He navigates the Aquila. He makes sure he’s always busy. That way, he doesn’t have to go back to the manor, to try to avoid Achilles, to wonder if he should just stop coming here altogether. He feels better when he’s achieving things that would make Achilles proud, can tell himself he’s doing what is right and imagine the approval on his mentor’s face instead of having to confront the disgust that would mar it should they meet.

The habitants of the Homestead think he leaves to be with his new lover. They know that Achilles disapproves, but they think he’s being overprotective, the way a father protects his young virgin daughter for whom nobody can be good enough. He’s already been cornered by Ellen who told him that "eloping was a terrible idea, really, love is a fickle mistress, you can’t let someone you care about screw up your life the way I did, you’ve got so much here and we all care about you". He’s touched, he really is, but she has no idea what she’s talking about, none of them do, and he’s not going to tell them what is really going on for as long as he can get away with it. It’s better if he stays away.

There’s also the fact that he would probably be driven out of his mind if he eloped with Haytham. Their arrangement is only slightly less awkward than the one he has with Achilles. They meet from time to time, more by accident than by actual design, as Connor is everywhere, and make sure to take breaks from their respective objectives to spend some time together. For all the talks about a truce, they mostly stay out of each other’s way. Connor can’t make himself reveal anything that would help the templars, and Haytham only does so when his own goals would be furthered by said reveal. The only progress they have made is that they actually try to be civil to each other, which is quite difficult for Connor because seeing his father trying to curb his acerbic tongue and be nice to him is hilarious. He’s terrible at it, which is only made funnier by the fact that Haytham can be as sweet as honey if he wants to seduce someone, he just can’t manage to be anyone but himself around Connor.

Haytham is always so careful about them not being seen together by his supporters, because while Connor’s allies have no idea who Haytham is, the templars know too well that Connor is an assassin. Some of them might think that Haytham is compromised, that he chose to go back to the assassins. After all, who can trust a traitor ? Should Haytham be removed, the inner wars to choose his replacements might be bloodier than their currents activities. Thus, the few British soldiers unfortunate enough to sense their bond were promptly disposed of by Haytham because they represented too much of a potential risk. Trust their bond to erase life instead of creating it.

In a way, the distance and the hiding make Connor’s life easier. He knows well enough that he’ll never convince Haytham to move against Lee. His father wouldn’t approve of him trying to breach Fort George to get to him. Luckily for Connor, they’re not close enough for his plan to be discovered. He doesn’t have to explain himself to his alpha. As soon as he can get in touch with Lafayette and confirm that the Comte de Grasse is giving them his support, he’ll be able to proceed. Lee will get what he deserves.

o-oh
y-yes please oh my gosh

This us the first I'll I've ever replied ok, it's just that damn good :D I looked forward to this all day

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Christmas on the Homestead

Re: Connor/Haytham, make Haytham lose control

No Man Is An Island

Re: Malik as an (Irate) Guardian Angel!

Re: No Man Is An Island

Possible filler

Re: Haytham/Connor - Haytham's under the weather! :-)

Re: Don't Poke the Sleeping Eagle

Re: Christmas on the Homestead

Re: One-Sided ConHayth, Pining

Re: One Little Request

Re: So I may or may not have just seen the new James Bond

Re: No Man Is An Island

Norris in le Outhouse

Re: No Man Is An Island

Re: Opera House Haytham/Connor

Re: Paul Revere/Connor, touching

Lafayette/Connor, no touching

(young!)Haytham, dub-con

Drown (1/??)

FILL PART 2/?

Re: Norris in le Outhouse

Fill Part 8

Re: Lafayette/Connor, no touching

Re: FILL PART 2/?