Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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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.

≈ Have a question? Feel free to PM me.

≈ Last, but not least: HAVE FUN!

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Re: Hold your HaythCon horses, anons

[(Anonymous)]

Heh... the idea assumed a bunch of headcanons, such as Ezio not being that "saintly" an Assassin in life, and the ancestral memories as rendered by the Animus actually being how the Ancestor chose to remember their life up til the next descendant was conceive).

The idea was that whenever afterlife!Ezio's in "ghostly human" form, he actually looked down on the Kenway line due to a bit of a classist bias (or rather, a bit more of a "savior on a white horse" mentality than he ever copped to in the games), so I hesitate to write it due to the idea that it'd be viewed by readers as really OOC for him, and possibly all of my takes on the Kenways might be looked upon so. *frowns*

Re: Hold your HaythCon horses, anons

[(Anonymous)]

Passerby!anon thinks you should post this as a seperate prompt. :D Sounds like it could actually be fun to fill with the various ancestors (to say nothing of how it means Edward sees himself)

Unfortunately here's all I came up with (1/1)

[(Anonymous)]

In one of his last waking moments at the Green Dragon Inn in between states of inebriation, Charles Lee realized to his sullen displeasure that what he had imagined at the time -- his Grand Master of the Colonial Rite, Haytham Kenway, heroically throwing Charles from Fort George to safety then in the same motion wheeling about with sword brandished to hold off his Assassin bastard -- had been an illusion, a trick of the light... perhaps of Charles' heart.

On the contrary, Haytham had kept his eye and front towards Charles as he first fell, even crouched slightly and hunched forward with legs together as if making to leap after Charles... yet somehow Haytham had hesitated, his expression expectant and his eyes possibly having been looking past or through Charles, and the last thing that Charles had actually seen (though he did not recognize it at the time) had in fact been Haytham's tight-lipped frown as he had uncurled and straightened himself, dissatisfied to not see what he'd hoped to see, and in the moments before a white-robed warrior passed into his sight, Charles wondered what Haytham had hoped to see. Before an Assassin's blade drove into his heart, he'd already been struck there with the thought: did Haytham die in vain, having found Charles wanting in that final moment?

What Charles did not -- could not have -- know(n) was that Haytham had not sought to see, but rather to hear; that Haytham was expecting, listening for, and then finally hoping for a companion of decades past, unseen yet closer to him than anyone in his life, be they Edward, Tessa, Jennifer, Reginald, Ziio, Connor, or Charles... a voice which had never spoken words yet followed him across every ledge and every rooftop, and whose only sound was an eagle's cry. In youth, he had learned that this call corresponded with his nearing of a high wall or roof's edge as if to signal when he could take a Leap of Faith to safety, and so he'd used it as accompaniment and confirmation of his own judgment, but in his later years he'd come to rely upon it, as his strength began to fade and his footing grew less firm and his training became the secret of his survival in greater proportion than before.

It would be on this fatal and final night however that at long last the voice had spoken words, all in an instant, far quicker than lips could have formed them and delivered before Haytham could even think to rebut them. Instead of guiding him, the voice had instead laughed at Haytham, had deigned to not only laugh but belittle Haytham's character and accomplishments, noting that to save Charles was to condemn the Colonial Rite to ignimony alongside the Colonial Brotherhood, that even then Connor had still left behind a greater legacy in both number and merit, so to spare Charles was to die in vain. The voice then made a show of complimenting Connor for 'rising above his station' -- that of a Kenway -- before dryly noting how much of himself Haytham had owed to Reginald Birch (as badly as that had ended), before adding that even the life he'd led before that night with the mercenaries had in actuality been owed to his mother's wealth and his father's pardon.

From there, the voice descended into an absolutely sneering look at the life of Edward James Kenway before he'd met Tessa Stephenson-Oakley and contrasted it with that of Ezio Auditore da Firenze, the legendary Mentor (to all others, if Grand Master in his own mind) of old, with the voice alternately remarking along the way that in life Edward had been the sort of cutthroat that Ezio had fought off, counterattacked and then suppressed during his Roman tenure, "admitting" to a disagreement with the late Caribbean Assassins for what the voice deemed to have been their taking pity on Edward by inducting him and thereby "mucking up" their cleanliness with his n'er-do-well's filth, and needling Haytham with a mocking retelling of Aesop's fable about a jackdaw who believed himself an eagle. Finally, for its grand conclusion the voice resolved to honor Connor's achievements properly by instead addressing him as Connor Davenport the Second, before going silent.

As he watched Charles fall away to safety and over the muted footfalls of his son's moccasins, and for the first and last time, without the eagle's cry to confirm, guide, or even reassure him, Haytham Kenway chose at long last not to take a Leap of Faith...

... and as he choked his son to near-death, his words not having risen to the level of his own expectation of a Grand Master's comportment but instead falling to the level of his Templar indoctrination, he could not hear over himself how the eagle was reminding Connor of where to find the release on his hidden blade, just where to aim its point, and even how to tell his left arm to make the appropriate motion, and when the moment came Haytham could not hear over himself when the eagle cried to Connor: NOW!