Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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✩ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

✩ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.

✩ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.

✩ The fill/request doesn't necessarily need to be smut.

✩ Don't flame, if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything.

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Re: French Revolution Lafayette/Connor

[(Anonymous)]

This anon will try to fill this! I have one question however. In the game, is it just me or is it hinted Lafayette is an Assassin? He goes out of his way to help Connor hunt down Lee, more so than the other revolutionaries, and Connor lets him in to the armory/planning basement thing in Davenport.
Just considering how I might incorporate that.

Re: French Revolution Lafayette/Connor

[(Anonymous)]

omg OP here and if you want you can make him an Assassin! I'm totally fine with however the story unfolds, I just need my French Revolution asscreed fix ^^;

Re: French Revolution Lafayette/Connor

[(Anonymous)]

different anon here, just giving her two cents. i think it's less that Lafayette was an Assassin and more than Connor trusted him as much as he once trusted Washington so he didn't have a problem showing him things like the armory or telling him of his plans to kill Lee. and of course, because Lee was acting unusual and going directly against orders, Lafayette would have been happy to help since he and Washington were pretty close and Lee's actions were detrimental to Washington.

i think there's potential for him to be a recruit or something, but i don't think he ever actually was in the Brotherhood during the game. that's why he was confused when he saw the paintings up on the wall. that's why he would have been content with just going with Washington's decision to let Lee live. he didn't know of the Templars so he didn't know that Connor was hunting them down and he didn't know that it was one of the main goals of the Assassins to kill Lee.

l'aigle et le révolutionnaire 5b/?

[(Anonymous)]

Connor rose and headed back towards where he had left Lafayette. By the time he returned, the guard had arrived, and were beginning to search the area. Connor dropped back down to the street, and hailed Lafayette.

The Marquis looked composed for someone who had nearly died. He was showing one of the guards his saddle, which had the attacker’s bullet lodged in the seat. He looked up when Connor called to him, and when he approached bounded over to him and threw him arms around Connor before kissing him on both cheeks, in that uniquely French manner that made Connor extremely uncomfortable.

“I owe you my life!” Lafayette exclaimed. “Thank you, Connor. Not even the king’s bodyguards could have acted so swiftly.”

Connor allowed himself a smile, but didn’t accept the praise. “I got the man. He committed suicide once I cornered him.” He turned to tell the guard. “You can find his body on the rooftops a few block to the west.” The guard nodded, and called to the others. Connor turned back to Lafayette. “I searched him, but there was nothing identifying on him. Only a considerable sum of money.”

Lafayette frowned. “A hired killer? But why would a hired killer kill himself rather than try to bargain with the name of his benefactor in exchange for his life?”

Connor shrugged. “Fear, perhaps? Or perhaps he was only made to look like a mercenary.” He had not been wearing Templar ring or chain, but perhaps that was a custom unique to the British and American Templars.

Lafayette nodded. “I would say the second more likely.”

Connor was about to reply, but when the Marquis turned to glance at the guards coming back up the street with the attacker’s body, he noticed the blood beginning to soak through Lafayette’s white-powdered hair.

“Are you alright?” he asked, alarmed. Lafayette didn’t appear to have noticed he was injured.

Lafayette blinked. “A bit bruised from that fall, but I’m fine,” he replied, a moment before pitching forward in a dead faint.

l'aigle et le révolutionnaire 5b/?

[(Anonymous)]

Connor rose and headed back towards where he had left Lafayette. By the time he returned, the guard had arrived, and were beginning to search the area. Connor dropped back down to the street, and hailed Lafayette.
The Marquis looked composed for someone who had nearly died. He was showing one of the guards his saddle, which had the attacker’s bullet lodged in the seat. He looked up when Connor called to him, and when he approached bounded over to him and threw him arms around Connor before kissing him on both cheeks, in that uniquely French manner that made Connor extremely uncomfortable.
“I owe you my life!” Lafayette exclaimed. “Thank you, Connor. Not even the king’s bodyguards could have acted so swiftly.”
Connor allowed himself a smile, but didn’t accept the praise. “I got the man. He committed suicide once I cornered him.” He turned to tell the guard. “You can find his body on the rooftops a few block to the west.” The guard nodded, and called to the others. Connor turned back to Lafayette. “I searched him, but there was nothing identifying on him. Only a considerable sum of money.”
Lafayette frowned. “A hired killer? But why would a hired killer kill himself rather than try to bargain with the name of his benefactor in exchange for his life?”
Connor shrugged. “Fear, perhaps? Or perhaps he was only made to look like a mercenary.” He had not been wearing Templar ring or chain, but perhaps that was a custom unique to the British and American Templars.
Lafayette nodded. “I would say the second more likely.”
Connor was about to reply, but when the Marquis turned to glance at the guards coming back up the street with the attacker’s body, he noticed the blood beginning to soak through Lafayette’s white-powdered hair.
“Are you alright?” he asked, alarmed. Lafayette didn’t appear to have noticed it yet.
Lafayette blinked. “A bit bruised from that fall, but I’m fine,” he replied, a moment before pitching forward in a dead faint.