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

So, you're probably wondering about timelines. This is obviously set after the Tea Party, but for the purposes of storytelling, Johnson's assassination mission doesn't happen, and the Battle of Bunker Hill happens later (as in, after sequence 8). So, just assume your favourite homesteaders are at Davenport and that all assassin recruits have been... er, recruited.

This part ended up... weird. I intended to write more about Connor, but a completely sloshed Haytham burst into my brain and refused to leave. I'm sorry, the plot will continue soon. And also this is going to stretch well over twenty parts. Ignore any estimates I made previously, I have lost any and all control I once held over my own writing. *sobs uncontrollably*

Haytham is nursing an ale in a small tavern in the northern outskirts of Boston. He feels a little guilty about what's happening to Connor, but it's necessary for both the Order and the boy. He is an assassin out of ignorance, after all. He does not know the true horrors of what men do to one another for the most inane of reasons.

He looks at the envelope on the table before him again. He gestures to the barmaid for more alcohol. There are some decisions that ought not be made sober.

On one hand, tantalising the Brotherhood with the note will either lull them into an uneasy sense of security, making the final flourish that much more painful, that much more crushing. But on the other, Achilles may well ignore Connor's requests for peace- understandable, really- and as tiny as the Brotherhood is, the Assassin agents are skilled, despite their short tenure. Admittedly, Haytham couldn't find any clues hidden in the letter, but that doesn't mean there aren't any.

He gives a murmur of thanks as another tankard is placed in front of him. The ale is stronger than he'd thought, better quality. Or maybe that's the drink talking. It would say nice things about itself, wouldn't it?

Haytham shakes his head. Now is not the time for drunken philosophy. He takes a long swig, savouring the taste while he's still sober enough to do so.

The letter.

At the very least, Connor needs to believe he's sent it. Though he doesn't plan to let the Brotherhood anywhere near the boy for quite some time, should things go awry it would be disastrous if he was informed that the letter never arrived at it's destination. He might be able to convince the boy that the Templar he'd asked must've stolen it or not bothered, but it's unlikely. Though the Inner Circle's cruelty is explainable- old friends corrupted by power or somesuch nonsense- trying to convince Connor that the Grand Master of the most powerful organisation in the Colonies can't control even the lowliest of his lackeys would never work. He's naive, not stupid.

Haytham takes another sip of alcohol. He's feeling pleasantly lightheaded now.

In all honesty, there's only one thing he can do.

....

Achilles walks as quickly to the door as he can when he hears somebody knocking. It must be Connor, or one of the recruits with news about him. He'll kill that boy. Or rather, he'll glower and rage at the boy and make him wish Achilles were young and sprightly enough to pose a physical threat to him.

Three weeks without word. He was supposed to be back two weeks ago, and since the Martha's Vineyard incident with the Aquila, Connor has sent Achilles notes and messages and letters religiously when away from the manor. Especially if he's going to be away for longer than expected.

"I'm coming!" he calls. When he finally opens the door, he's disappointed to see one of the lumberjacks from downriver. Terry, isn't it?

"Here," he says, holding an envelope out. "I ran into a man just now who wanted me to deliver this to you."

"A man?" Achilles asks. He takes the letter. His name is written in Connor's most elegant script, and it's sealed with the Assassin insignia in wax. He opens the envelope and scans the content. Cold dread curls in his belly.

Terry nods, and continues, evidently feeling that something more is required of him.

"Yeah, a well-to-do Englishman. Had a fancy hat and cape. It's a miracle he was still on his horse, he stank of beer. Slurred a lot, too."

"Did he look anything like Connor?" Achilles asks. If the letter had been delivered to Terry by Haytham, then Connor needs help, message be damned.

"Er," Terry looks shocked. "No, he was normal. I mean, pale. Just how you'd expect an upper-class gentleman to look. Not that I think you're not a gentleman, 'o course..."

Achilles sighs, and interrupts before the man can dig himself any further into a hole.

"Connor is half-Native," he explains.

Realisation dawns upon Terry.

"Oh! Oh, er, I suppose there was something similar about the jaw and brow and build. Maybe. They could've been related."

Achilles sighs. Connor is in far more danger than he realises. The Templars cannot be trusted.

He needs to alert the rest of the Brotherhood, as small as it is, and organise a rescue effort. He'll pore over the letter for clues as to the boy's location, but considering Connor's stupidly honest nature, the chances of any hidden message is next to nothing. He cannot target the Inner Circle directly, but perhaps he can pick off a few lackeys, gather information discreetly.

Whatever the Order have planned for Connor is bad news, but maybe, just maybe, he can be saved.

Achilles bids Terry goodbye, and prays to a God he long since stopped believing in that everything will be okay.

So, you're probably wondering about timelines. This is obviously set after the Tea Party, but for the purposes of storytelling, Johnson's assassination mission doesn't happen, and the Battle of Bunker Hill happens later (as in, after sequence 8). So, just assume your favourite homesteaders are at Davenport and that all assassin recruits have been... er, recruited.

Eh, I never pay attention to the dates. There is a 6 month gap between the Tea Party and Johnson's assassination. So they could have grabbed him at any time between then. Connor should already be known as the infamous assassin having eliminated Templar agents, at 16-17 he was already Captain of the Aquila and blew up one of their Forts that was threatening Martha's Vinyard (if you did the Naval Missions).

The ale is stronger than he'd thought, better quality. Or maybe that's the drink talking. It would say nice things about itself, wouldn't it?

Drunk Haytham is awesome. I love how your characterize both Haytham and Connor and given them both a witty sense of humor (Still wish Connor had asked about the chickens or maybe the turkey recruit in his letter... but of course Haytham would probably think that's a code or something). I'm glad he feels some guilt and eagerly anticipating his reaction will be when he finds out Connor is his son (and that he broke him).

Please update soon!

WELL OVER TWENTY PARTS???!!!!!??? :D :D :D :D (I mean, erm...wow, that sounds like a lot...I'm not hiding my ecstatic happiness at this very well, am I?)

Drunk!Haytham is amazing. I loved him, this chapter, this whole fill is so brilliant anon. Personally I feel this part gives us a much-needed break from the horribleness happening to Connor. I was good of you to include it. :3 We shall all be singing ballads of your greatness for this story, WriterAnon.

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