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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Fem!Haytham, The Templars Order
(Anonymous) 2012-12-20 08:52 am (UTC)(link)Bonus for baby Connor crying everytime Charles is around.
Re: Fem!Haytham, The Templars Order
(Anonymous) 2013-01-04 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)OP here
(Anonymous) 2013-01-19 10:06 am (UTC)(link)Fill: Baby Love Child
(Anonymous) 2013-01-22 02:41 am (UTC)(link)---------------------------------------
Sometimes she found herself missing him.
As brief as their encounter had been, Heather had found herself enjoying the company of the young native man, Ziio (Fortunately, he shortened his name to something more manageable for Heather to pronounce). During the months where she'd been scheming with him to take out her former brother-in-arms, Edward Braddock, she'd noticed that there was a subtle hint of something for the native man besides camaraderie.
It had started out slow, like a sloppy pile of sticks as the foundation.
She'd helped organize a rescue of his people being sold as slaves (a credible plan on Hickey’s part); something of which he'd never thanked her for in the end of it all. Once he was free, it felt like forever before they met again. She, with the help of her ever loyal Charles, had tracked him down to an encampment outside of Lexington. When she caught up to him, she'd spoken to him in broken English, resulting from her breathlessness. He'd surely taken her speech the wrong way for he replied back to her in the same slow and choppy pattern, and she realized how stupid she must have sounded. She'd shown him the precursor amulet and he promised to show her where the cave was, if she helped him deal with Edward "The Bulldog" Braddock.
More kindling to the pile.
During the time they were planning to take down Braddock, Heather began to take an interest in Ziio. He was a nice looking man, a pure Mohawk man, tall with limbs that went on for days. His dark hair laid in two braids draped over his broad shoulders, two feathers planted in the base of one of the braids. His clothing gripped tight to his strong frame, all furs and ornate jewelry and deerskin boots. She'd caught herself staring at him quite a few times, but was quick to remind herself that the situation with him was only temporary, that he'd soon be a fleeting memory in the back of her mind and she need not get attached.
He'd saved her from a bar fight (more like aided her, for she was the one who started the scrap) defending her from a group of crude redcoats, and she felt the attachment inch to the forefront of her mind. As the adrenaline faded and they came back to the present, he'd tended to a shallow cut on her forehead, something she felt there was no need to do. She'd pointed this out to him but he only snorted and cleaned her up, showing that half-smirk she was growing accustomed to. They locked eyes, her heart beat faster, his fingers grew warmer, and time itself came to a halt. ‘This is only temporary.’ she told herself.
The kindling was ignited.
Their bond had gotten tighter the longer they stayed together. His quick glances at her turned into longing gazes, her cocky smirks at him became soft smiles, fleeting touches grew longer, and her attachment to him made itself known. The days leading up to Braddock's assassination, when they were in camp together, she'd found herself wandering to whatever location Ziio had been in, and staying longer every time. He paid her no mind, smiling at her when he got the chance and chuckling at her flustered faces. Those nights, when the rest of their party was dead to the world, they'd sat up and shared conversations by the moonlight, letting their real selves slip out.
Then Braddock was dead at her feet and Heather was demanding Ziio hold up his end of the bargain and take her to the precursor cave. She'd been overtaken by disappointment when the amulet did nothing but glow and fade in the presence of the precursor symbols. All of the time and energy and sweat and spilled blood wasted for a quick flicker of light that faded into nothing.
She'd wanted to pull her hair out.
Instead, she'd asked Ziio what the symbols on the cave wall meant and he'd smiled softly at her and slowly explained the tale of how his people believed they were created. In the midst of it all, he managed to drag a hand across her shoulders to her back before finally grabbing her hand.
They fit together perfectly.
Then the silence set in. The look of genuine affection in Ziio's warm brown eyes as he stared down at her made the breath catch in her throat and her mind deduced that the attraction had evolved into full on infatuation.
No, infatuated wasn't the word. She was smitten (that didn't seem to fit either but the l-word felt too strong) with the native man before her, holding her hand. Oh how her dear father would love to see this, rest his soul.
Then her logical side kicked in and she started to babble about how she was grateful for Ziio's kindness and that she had to go but Ziio's hand on the side of her face and the warmth of his hand over hers kept her rooted where she stood. She'd wanted to go, her mind screamed at her to just go but the look in Ziio's eyes melted her heart, his lips were on hers.
This was supposed to be temporary.
OP here
(Anonymous) 2013-02-20 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)This is so beautiful and heartbreaking.
I feel grateful for the time (and the talent) you took to fill my prompt.
Thank you so much <3 I really love it !
Re: OP here
(Anonymous) 2013-02-21 05:28 am (UTC)(link)I'm glad you enjoyed it, OP! I'm working on another chapter that might turn into a story.
OP here
(Anonymous) 2013-02-21 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)Nothing would make me more happy !
But wait, Christmas was 2 months ago ! (Sorry, this was supposed to be funny...)
I'm eagerly awaiting the next part !
Baby Love Child [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-11 04:27 am (UTC)(link)Idk where the journal entries are coming from.
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18th of February 1756
Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like, had Ziio and I stayed together. It’s been over eight months and yet, he still plagues my mind. Even as I try to immerse myself in the workings of my Order, at times, his face still registers in my memory and distracts me from my task at hand. Had we thrown our differences and ultimately, our responsibilities, to the side, how would that have panned out? Would we have gotten married? Settled down and raised a family together in his village or in the city? Could we have truly worked together as lovers or was our affair ill-fated from its origins?
…It does me no good to dwell on what could have been.
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She'd never told him about the child.
Around the time their relationship ended, he'd learned of her true allegiances in the world; of her being a Templar. He'd found out what she’d been after while they were working together and decided that, for the benefit of his people, it was best that they split ways. Reluctantly, she’d agreed with him and he pulled her into his arms for one last time to kiss her senseless. He promised to never contact her again afterwards, to which she only nodded, and then they broke off into their separate ways on their separate paths. Her heart was sad to see him go but her dedication to the Templar Order triumphed over all.
At the time she herself hadn't known that she was with child, for she didn't suffer from the sickness her mother had told her pregnant women got when she was younger. It came as a surprise when she started noticing her clothing getting tighter with every passing day. It was Charles who suggested she go see a physician one day after she'd asked him to make her a peculiar sandwich of fish, jam, and butter.
The most surprising thing was how well the rest of her group took the news. Johnson had congratulated her with a smile, Pitcairn had jokingly begun to come up with war strategy training schedules for the unborn tyke, Hickey smirked and spoke something perverted to her, and Church had offered to be her physician throughout the pregnancy. Charles had taken it the hardest of the bunch. Once Heather told him who the father was, the ugliest look of disgust flashed across his face before giving way to a softer expression. That day, he'd committed himself to doting on her every want and need, and she found herself giving in to him.
No matter how much Charles hated it, Heather would never forget the time she spent with Ziio. The life she now carried inside her would be a permanent reminder of her relationship with him.
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It had been over 8 months since she ended her relationship with Ziio. She rubbed her bulging belly, her womb swollen with the weight of a child. As the days dragged on, she began to grow tired of the weight in her lower abdomen and wished for the child to just come out already. It seemed her child was just as anxious as she was, for it moved and shifted around inside its warm and watery home whenever it could. It was a strange sensation to Heather, to feel something moving around inside her innards but the shock was starting to wear off and she wanted the damn thing out. None of her regular clothes could fit her anymore so she'd taken to wearing loose fitting blouses and trousers. Her breasts were sore and hurting, occasionally leaking what seemed to be milk, and her ankles were swollen. She acquired cravings of strange food combinations over the course of her pregnancy that she would have never even thought of beforehand.
A door creaking open brought Heather back to the present. "Madam Kenway?"
It was her faithful pupil. "Yes Charles?"
He'd walked into the room, moving closer to the desk she was seated at. "I was just coming to check up on you. We hadn't heard anything from you all morning."
She sat back in her chair and rubbed soothing circles over her bloated belly. The child was becoming restless and kicking at her stomach again. "I am fine Charles, although I can't say the same for the child inside me."
A worried expression furrowed Charles' brow. "Is something wrong? Shall I call your doctor to check?"
"No, it is just being active, is all." She moved her hand towards the spot where the child had shifted and elbowed her in the ribs.
Charles eyed her warily, not sure whether to believe her or not. "Are you sure? I can call him or your other doctor if you so wish."
"I assure you I am fine Charles. No need to worry yourself over the movement of a child within his mother's womb."
"If you say so, Madam Kenway." He sounded like he didn't believe her. "Is there anything you need?"
She sat forward in her chair, the motion rocking the child inside her. Now that she thought about it, she was hungry, her light breakfast of oats and biscuits wearing off from earlier in the day. “Yes there is, actually. Do you mind fetching me more of those oats that we were served for breakfast this morning? I am famished.”
Charles nodded and headed towards the door, looking back over his shoulder at her. “Would you like anything in it?”
“A few bits of fish, if there is any.”
"Yes Madam Kenway." He bowed his head and left, closing the door behind him. Her weird cravings were no longer having any effect on him.
After she made sure he left, Heather turned around in her seat, facing her desk. She pulled out a small, leather-bound notebook from a drawer and flipped through the pages. Her journal; the one place where she could collect her thoughts in peace besides her head. She picked up a fresh quill and began to write.
25th of February, 1756
Ziio’s child grows strong within me.
With each passing day, the joyous burden of motherhood grows ever so close. It is a shame that my child shall never know its father, as I knew my own. I believe Ziio and I could have raised a nice family, had we the chance.
There he is again, ruining my thoughts…
I have always wanted children but I do not think myself yet ready to fulfill the title of ‘mother’. There is so much work to be done in the name of the Order, so many things to do that I believe I would not have time to properly give my child the attention it deserves. I only want to be best mother I can, how my mother was with me. Oh my child, my little surprise, you are the right thing thrown at me at the wrong time.
Life is funny that way, I suppose.
After she finished writing, she placed her quill on the desk and read over her words. As she read, she sat back in her chair and started massaging her breasts. They'd started leaking again, leaving wet spots on the front of her shirt. She moved her hands under her shirt to her nipples, since that was the part that was hurting the most, and rubbed them tenderly. It helped.
A knock came from the door and Heather looked up, only to see Charles poking his head inside. He cocked an eyebrow at her but she just answered with a curt, "Sore breasts." and anything he had to say died on his tongue.
He looked away shyly, "I was coming to get you for a meeting with the others, Madam Kenway. Your food is out here as well."
Heather nodded and stood up, following him out of the room. It was early evening on a cold February day in the Green Dragon, and the place was as lively as it always was. A few of the tavern’s regulars, a group of four burly dockworkers, were at their usual table by the front door, having drinks over a friendly game of checkers. On the side of the room opposite of the dockworkers, a checkers game between two friends was getting out of hand. At the bar, a merchant was chatting quietly with his mistress about their next rendezvous. The small band in front played a catchy tune that made a few of the drunken men brave enough to stand in the middle of the room and do a jig, to which their friends whooped and hollered and egged them on. Catherine shook her head from behind the bar and continued filling orders.
Charles led Heather to the secluded meeting space in the tavern that they always used. Johnson, Pitcairn, and Hickey were all seated in their usual spots; the only one missing was Church.
"Where is Benjamin? Surely he knew we were meeting tonight?" She said, as Charles pulled out her chair for her at the head of the table. She thanked him as he walked to his own seat.
Pitcairn was the first to reply. "He said he needed to check up on something back at his old home."
Heather nodded. "Then we'll begin without him, for the time being. Start us off, William." Her stomach growled, so she started on her bowl of oats and fish chunks.
The businessman cleared his throat. "Ever since we rescued those captives, we've been garnering more attention from the natives these past few months. I've been meeting with the Iroquois Nation leaders about wanting to buy their land from them."
"And what do they say to that?" Charles asked.
"They're completely against the idea."
"Of course they are." Heather added. "They take us as loyal to the crown, that to which they are surely mistaken."
There was a strange look on William's face that Heather couldn't identify, "Then what do you suppose we do, madam?"
The child had begun to shift and roll in her womb, the motions disrupting her thoughts. She'd placed a hand on her swollen stomach to quell the movement, and felt a small foot push against her flesh. “In order to bring peace and order upon this land, we need the support of the people. We need to gain the trust of the tribes before we offer to buy any of their land."
"Wot about that Iri-Nation, or wotevah it's called." Hickey asked, a feather rolled between his hands. "Wot are we gonna do 'bout them?"
"They shall be consulted in due time, but for now we shall focus on the different tribes. If we gain the favor of the individual tribes, the collective board of nation representatives will have no choice but to hear us out."
"Sidestepping the Nation? That’ll give us more trouble than we want." Pitcairn added, poking at something on the table.
“Not if William heads the operation isn’t that right?” She looked to Johnson, who nodded in her direction. “As long as we don’t give them a reason to fight us, they won’t.”
"Wot ya keep doin' that for?" Hickey asked, breaking the short silence that had fallen over them. He pointed the feather at Heather's belly and the other men’s gazes followed.
"My child has become very active as of late," she changed her speed so that she was rubbing her whole belly, "and it is a very unpleasant feeling."
"You’ve grown tremendously over these past few months," Johnson remarked, "the child must be a heavy one."
Thomas scoffed and twirled the feather lightly, dusting it over the tabletop. "Ain't nofin heavy 'bout no baby."
Heather wanted to reach over the table and smack Thomas in his face. He just didn't know. "Oh you'd be surprised at how something so small could weigh so much. I’m sure you’d be complaining if you had to carry around and sustain a small being within your innards for nine months, but since you are anatomically incapable of doing so, I'll take your words concerning the matter with a grain of salt." She finished her bowl and pushed it away, wiping her mouth with a handkerchief.
Hickey snorted but said nothing else.
Re: Baby Love Child [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-13 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)There are no words to describe how perfect this is !
The characters are so well written and I'm definitely in love with you.
Can't wait for the next chapter.
Author!Anon
(Anonymous) 2013-04-25 04:11 am (UTC)(link)Re: Author!Anon
(Anonymous) 2013-05-04 08:41 am (UTC)(link)Re: Author!Anon
(Anonymous) 2013-05-09 10:25 am (UTC)(link)I'm really happy to see so much involvement in my prompt.
Don't worry Writer!Anon, I will wait, take your time ;)
Baby Love Child [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-06-15 02:52 am (UTC)(link)6th of March, 1756
I am more than ready for my child to enter the world.
This pregnancy has been a knowledgeable experience, but one I do not wish to repeat any time soon. Some of the more mundane tasks have become like chores to me. My breasts have become rather tender as of late, sore and leaky with what I can only guess is milk. They’ve also swelled to at least twice their normal size; a horrid thing indeed.
My lower back feels as if a horse has kicked it and it won’t stop. Walking has become a somewhat tiring exercise that I only do if needed and I can no longer see or reach my feet. I’ve forgone wearing multiple layers of clothes, for they can no longer hide my bulging belly. Around my sixth month my tailor began making these wonderful dresses for me. They are very comfortable dresses, loose-fitting and fashionable. As wonderful as they are, I am growing tired of them as much as I am with the heavy weight in my stomach.
I would just like to fit into my old clothes once again. Is that too much to ask?
As February faded into March, Heather had entered her ninth month and she was starting to become a bit hostile. Some of the smallest things would send her into a flurry of angry curses and violent tantrums. Her men were growing anxious, because whatever they would say to her always had some kind of emotional effect on her. (Hickey had learned the hard way when he'd commented on her leaking breasts).
It was as if the child did not want to come out of her. Over the past month, it had shifted downward and rolled along her pelvis, something that made her very uncomfortable. But the child had a favorite spot it would seem, a spot that was nestled just above Heather's bladder. It was this spot that the child chose to rest in at night when Heather laid down for bed, dropping all of its weight against the sensitive muscle. This resulted in Heather having to relieve herself multiple times per night and keeping her restless in the day.
She'd spoken to her physician but he'd told her that the child would come when it was ready and that there was no need to induce labor. He did recommend her to go on walks, to relieve some of the pressure in her pelvis and help the child settle into a good birthing position.
So heeding her doctor's advice, Heather began taking walks during the evening around her New York estate. Charles would accompany her on every walk, to make sure nothing happened. She was grateful for the company.
"What do you plan on naming the child, Madam Kenway?" Charles had asked. They were on one of the evening strolls, with Charles leading the way.
Heather rubbed her belly with one hand through her jacket, her other arm wrapped around Charles'. "I do not know. I suppose it will depend on the gender." She said as she waddled along beside him.
"Do you have any names in mind, then?"
"If it is a girl, then probably Abigail, Clara or Elizabeth; a boy, James, or Henry, maybe Edward, after my father."
Charles hummed but said nothing else. They continued their walk in blissful silence.
"Are you nervous?" Charles' quiet voice broke up the silence.
"About what?" She asked.
He shifted the arm in her grasp awkwardly. “I've personally never seen a woman give birth before, but I have heard that it is not a pleasant experience."
She let out a short chuckle, rubbing her belly slower. “I should hope not. I will be pushing a small person out of my nether regions, and nothing about that screams 'comfortable'".
He released a small sigh. "Madam Kenway---"
"Don’t worry about me Charles; I'm not nervous, I'm anxious. I'd rather much get it over with already."
“And when it happens, I’ll be right beside you madam.”
Again she laughed, confusing the man at her side. “It’s only childbirth Charles, I’m sure I can handle it.” She gave him a small smile, to which he returned. “But I am thankful for the support.”
And she was, really.
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She shouldn’t have been out and she knew it.
Heather needed to run some errands. Since her men were busy, she decided to run them herself. The chill of winter was starting to melt away to make room for springtime rain and warmer temperatures. It was early morning and the streets of New York weren’t as packed as they were in the afternoon. Heather took this opportunity to head to a general store.
As soon as she found out that she was with child, she began to stock up on baby supplies, such as clothes and nappies and foods. Her men had helped, but mostly everything was what she bought. She needed more nappies and the general store that was nearest to her estate had none, so she had to hightail it across the city towards the other one. Once she reached the store, she’d realized that walking across the city was a bad idea.
She needed to catch her breath once she made it to the store, for the walk had her more winded than if she’d ran across the rooftops. Her swollen ankles made her legs wobbly and her sore back made her womb feel heavier. Her breasts were the only thing that weren’t bothering her but she knew that would cease to be once everything else stopped hurting. She shuffled inside to take a breather.
“I’m glad to see you’ve stopped by to see me.”
Heather turned in her seat only to see Benjamin Franklin standing behind her, a quiet smile on his face. He held a book in one hand and his bifocals in the other. “I wasn’t sure you would return, not after that last conversation that we held.”
“It was… an interesting one, to say the least, but not overtly offensive to me, Benjamin.”
He gave a short chuckle, “That’s what I like to hear.” Placing his bifocals back on, he took in the sight of Heather, taking a seat next to her. “Miss Kenway, might I ask what a woman in your condition is doing out and about?”
Her hand unconsciously settled on her belly. “I need supplies.”
“Surely there is a general store closer to your home?”
“It doesn’t have what I need.”
He chuckled again. “You are a brave one. For a woman who is so heavy with child, the walk here must have been treacherous.”
She stood and headed towards the counter. “You’ve no idea.”
“That I don’t.” He stood as well, heading towards the door. “Meet me outside once you’ve acquired your goods. Carrying those plus the child must not be good for your body, so I will arrange a ride back for you; think of it as a payback for collecting my almanac pages.”
Thank the lord for inventors.
Re: Baby Love Child [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-06-19 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)Can't wait to see how Heather handles her role as a mother, it'll be interesting to observe...
Re: Baby Love Child [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-06-20 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)Oh, Writer!Anon, what a wonderful chapter ! As usual, if I dare say, your writing skills are truly amazing.
The references to Hickey & Franklin's conversations are both hilarious.
I love the fact that you develop the plot around Heather's pregnancy, you describe it so well.
And Connor is already so stubborn, no doubt his mother will need a LOT of self-control.
PLEASE CONTINUE!
(Anonymous) 2017-07-25 03:26 am (UTC)(link)Lots of feels for the Templars!