#connor kenway fic

[elfven-blog]

Complacent Final

Summary: The light at the end of the storm (He's free babies!!)

Orca!Merman!Connor Kenway x Reader A mini series (The final)

CW: Drowning.

Dedication: A final thank you to @ramshackledtrickster for the inspiration, for their art and all the advice/information for the au. Thank you, truly! And in spirit of that, the art that inspired me from the start in our final header. Word count:3.7K

At first you heard nothing, saw nothing, smelt

nothing. You could barely feel anything but cold. Like your entire body had frozen.

You weren’t even sure you were alive. Just floating, almost, in nothingness. A dark empty void that not even the images in your mind seemed to be conjured in. Perhaps this is just what existence was, what it had always been.

Maybe you hadn’t drowned, maybe this entire time everything you’d seen was a dream or some kind of sick delusion. Merfolk. What a weird dream, you thought as you woke up. 

Your eyes blinked at the bright light, a yawn slipping from your mouth as your brow furrowed. A headache formed at the back of your skull causing you to groan as your hand reached to massage your temple.

Getting ready for your shift felt like it took forever as you finally managed to finish getting ready and once you were out the door, your chest felt heavy like you couldn’t breathe. You must be coming down with something, hopefully you could get through this shift and then you’d go to the doctor.

With a heavy sigh your hand pushed open the doors of the aquarium, the action making you pause. Hadn’t you just left your home? Maybe the headache and breathlessness was affecting you more than you thought.

It was weird as you put your bag and coat away in the lockers, it seemed so quiet. No one responded to your words or your smiles like normal. Even the visitors seemed to ignore you as you presented your usual rock pool creature demonstration.

They’d stand there, listening, watching but then you’d turn to look at them and suddenly they’d be facing away. Your hand massaged at your temples again. The pounding in your head was getting worse and your chest felt like a heavy weight settled on it.

It was unnerving, maybe you needed to go to the doctors after your shift today. A little boy lifted his hand up to ask a question but you heard nothing when you called on him. You couldn’t even see his face, no matter how much you concentrated on him there was no details. No flecks in his eyes, no light across his hair and his mouth didn’t move.

The saliva built up in your mouth as you tried to stutter out what you hoped was the right answer to an unheard question, the people around him only shaking their heads. You put the starfish and its rock back into the pool but when you turned back around, everyone was gone. Then there was that pounding again. 

As you finished the demonstration your watch pinged to let you know that it was time to clean the rock pool sides. You began making your way to the staff only area to get the equipment, that same little boy from the demonstration took your wrist and tugged you back with surprising strength. Grounding you to the spot as he tilted his head at you, he still seemed so wrong.

“Don’t you miss him?” His voice was clear this time, your brow furrowed at his question and the pain in your head returned accompanied by a shrill sound that made your hands fly up to your head while you dropped to the floor. The little boy turned to walk away, ignoring as your hand reached out for him, for someone, for anyone.

“-ey!” your head shot up and looked around “-ak- up!” a heavier weight on your chest made you cough before it was gone, and with a sigh you moved to the cleaning cupboard to get your equipment. Seemingly forgetting about the shooting pain and the boy.

The cleaning cupboard smelt of chemicals and it made your nose scrunch up. After getting out what you needed, you went to lock the door but stopped at the sight of a sign on the door. It’s a sign you’ve read over and over during your time in the aquarium. ‘All equipment for rock pools’ but on the bottom there was a bit of paper taped up that you had never seen before ‘please use for the orca too!’.

The orca? There were no Orca’s here, there never had been. You had to take a sharp breath as that same pain shot through your head, and your hand rubbed at your forehead to try and ease it. The bright lights probably weren’t helping. You shook your head before moving back to your rock pools but your head moved to the door on the other side, the boys words repeating “Don’t you miss him?” Him.

As your hand dipped into the water to wipe at the algae growing on the glass your brow furrowed when the water didn’t feel like anything, maybe you needed to change the temperature if it wasn’t cold enough. You let go of the sponge and you watched as it dropped to the bottom before pressing your hand against one of the rocks. Nothing. Normally it felt rough and coarse but nothing.

“-ose” rang through your ear like a high pitched squeal “Ple-“ 

Who was that screaming? Your hand rubbed at your temple and your head looked up to see who was making so much noise. The corners of your lips turning down when it seemed like no one else noticed.

“I ca-“ that heavy weight settled on your chest again until it was heavy enough that you were falling backwards, hands trying to hold onto something…anything.

And as you hit the ground a high pitched “Wake up! Please!” screeched through your mind. Everything hurt, it hurt so badly. Your eyes rolled back, the pain behind your eyes and in your temples bursting. 

Your mouth opened to scream but nothing came out, the weight too much for you to produce any sound.

Then your body rolled and you coughed up what felt like tons of seawater and bile. The taste is still on your tongue even after you'd stopped throwing up. Your eyes shooting open to see you were no longer in the aquarium.

Wet sand beneath your hands, water lapping at your feet and the feel of something, no. Someone rubbing at your back. A gentle shush whispered in your ear, comforting you until the coughing subsided and you were no longer vomiting seawater.

Your mind whirred and your vision was blurred as you tried to think but all you could remember was the sound of thunder and how wet everything felt. Then all at once your mind felt like it was bursting as months of memories seemed to flood your mind at once making you wince and curl up.

“It’s okay, you’re okay” that voice said again as hands wrapped around you and pulled you into their lap, your face instinctually burying into their neck which helped keep the light from your eyes. A hand rested on your back while another gently stroked your head, nails scratching so gently at your scalp and the pain in your head seemed to disappear at the feeling.

The body beneath you started vibrating as you relaxed, a purr filling the silence around you and when you could your head moved away from it’s sanctuary. You watched as the corner’s of his lips turned up, those brown eyes you knew seemed to soften and his entire body relaxes at the sight of you being okay “I thought I lost you there” he whispers as if worried that being too loud would shatter everything and this would be a dream.

How ironic you thought, your hand moving to rest against his jaw and your thumb stroked his cheek. That feeling of skin that transformed into the rubber of his whale skin against your thumb made you smile at him “Not yet” you answered him. And he tightened his hold on you, both of his arms wrapped around your body as he pulled you as close as possible and his face buried into your hair as he huffed against you.

It was strange, you thought, not the touching. You were used to that by now. No, it was the feeling of sun on your skin and sand beneath your legs. The wind breezed past you as it caused goosebumps on your skin. The sound of waves, and birds. The smell of the sea…of Ratonhnahke:ton surrounding you. 

You had never noticed he had a scent before, the smell of the aquarium must have drowned it out. But he did, Connor smelt of sea salt and sage. The perfect combination for the large merman you decided. Eventually you pulled away with a renewed worry in your veins.

“What happened to everyone else? Where are they? Are they-” He quickly cut you off by pressing his lips to your own, your eyes widened for a moment before they slipped shut and your hands rested against his chest. The muscles twitching under your palms as one of his hands pressed to the back of your head and the other squeezed at your thigh.

Kissing Connor was like home. Slow and gentle and it wasn’t as wet as you thought it would be. Considering he was a marine animal but he was still cold, his tongue traced the seam of your lips and you let your mouth fall open so he could tease through your lips. His tongue tracing over your teeth before pushing in to massage your own tongue, coaxing yours to do the same.

He kissed like it would be the first and last, until your lungs burned of oxygen and your hands clawed at his skin. The hand on the back of your head tangled in your hair to keep you in place while he took your breath away, when he noticed your lack of breathing he moved away from your mouth to kiss at the corner of your lip “They are fine, we got them to safety” You nodded, quite distracted from his words as both his hands moved to your hips while his mouth moved down to ghost across your jaw and neck.

And then he pulled away, grinning at how dilated your eyes were “I have been waiting to do that” he muttered before pulling you in for another kiss. This one was much like the last but it didn’t last as long and you frowned when he pulled away this time. Eyes blinking slowly as you tried to catch your breath, chest heaving from the slow deep breaths you were having to take.

“Maybe warn me next time?” The deep rumbling laughter rolled from his chest at your response, before he picked you up to settle you back on the sand. His tail splashing the water to cover himself in it again so he wouldn’t dry out “Wait wait!” you suddenly said, confusion in your eyes as you looked at him “Who’s ‘we’?”

And Connor grinned again before pushing himself down the beach “Come on, there’s some people I’d like you to meet” You followed him in your confusion, stumbling after the large Orca as he submerged himself into the water. Surely it was a bad idea to follow him into water after you’d just woken up from drowning.

But you followed anyway, gasping when he appeared again from the dark water to take your hand. Swimming close to the surface so that you could stay above water and you could follow him. It didn’t take long for you to reach where he was taking you, and your mouth dropped at the sight of the ship still floating in the water. 

She was a little worse for wear with loss of paint and some bits looked broken but she was still floating. You could see Faulkner standing on the bow nodding down at someone in the water as he spoke to them, and your eyes widened a little more at the sight of multiple merfolk swimming around the ship. Some of them brought wood and things to the crew while others seemed to have what looked like food in their hands.

Ratonhnhake:ton led you to the woman who was talking to Faulkner, the captain lighting up as he saw you both approach “You’re alive!” he shouts and the others on the ship clamber to the side, grinning and shouting all at once to you. The noise was loud and overwhelming but none of it was too much for you as you grinned up at them all. Connor’s arm wrapping around your waist to help keep you stable.

Once everyone had finally settled down, the Orca diverted your attention to the merfolk that had been talking with Faulkner. You noticed as his hand tightened its grip, his thumb rubbing up and down your skin and his tail seemed to flick a little more under the water as the woman’s eyes set themselves onto you.

Oh how beautiful she looked in the light of the sun rays, almost a halo formed around her as she swam a little closer. She was smaller than Ratohnhake:ton,she was different shades of grey and her tail was less structured than his too. But those eyes and that nose were the same, and the hair braided on her head was slightly darker shade of brown than his. His mother you realised, and suddenly you understood his nervousness as it flooded your own system.

“This is my mother” Connor introduced you both, his hand loosening against your hip as he smiled “Ziio” and he frowned for a split second, clearly uncomfortable at using his own mother’s name.

She said nothing as she watched you for a moment, and you couldn’t help but think of how similar the look in her eyes felt to that of her marine counterpart but all that melted away when she smiled and wrapped her arms around you “Thank you” she whispered in your ear, her voice felt like a gentle wave washing over you “Thank you for bringing riien:’a home to me”

Connor seemed to grumble next to you as his mother pulled you away from him, his arm slipping from your waist while your own wrapped around the Sea Leopard. She was significantly smaller than her son, but she had fur and it felt rather smooth beneath your fingers. She pulled away after a while, her hands staying on your shoulder as she smiled “I promise I am not as scary as my marine counterpart” Then she winked at you before pulling away “I am just as fluffy on land though”

She was like a summer breeze you decided, the cooling component needed during a stifling heat. Once she was away from you she swam a little closer to her son, pushing him down into the water with a click of her tongue as her hands began to fuss over his hair. You laughed as Connor avoided your gaze, suddenly interested in the bracelet on his wrist as the skin on his neck and face burned from the blush.

“You’re embarrassing the poor boy” came another voice before an oar poked at Connor’s mother. A large sea turtle appeared behind them, the older man tilting his head as regarded you for a moment before turning back to Ziio. Distracting her with something and taking her away to speak with some more seafolk.

“Don’t mind the old turtle, Achilles is more of a solitary creature these days” Ratonhnhake:ton says as his hand reaches for your wrist again so he could pull you back into his embrace. He takes his time to lead you around the gathering of merfolk, introducing you to each and everyone. You’re more than happy to do it.

By the end of the meet and greet, the sun is starting to set and the warm air is becoming cold. Connor leads you back to the boat, and the crew help you climb aboard. You’re finally able to change your clothes and eat once you’re inside.

And Faulkner sits down with you to discuss what’s next, it eats at your heart as you talk. You know you can’t stay here in the middle of nowhere, and you can’t go with Connor. You aren’t a merfolk, you can’t breathe underwater. You don’t belong in his world just as much as he didn’t belong in yours.

Faulkner decides that you’re all leaving tomorrow. The decision makes your veins freeze and you dismiss yourself as you go to the cabin you’d had for the journey. While laying on it your mind whirls with ideas, plans and just anything that could mean you could stay with him. But you know it’s not feasible, there isn’t a way to stay here forever in the sea with him. 

A knock on the glass of your cabin startles you but any nerves are wiped away when you turn your head to see your Orca smiling at you through the window. You immediately walk over to the small window, your hand pressing to the glass and his own does the same before he points upwards which makes you tilt your head and furrow your brow.

He gives you an frustrated look, his mouth straightened into a line and his eyes rolling with a shake of his head. His hand pointing behind you and you follow it to the door before looking back at him where he now points upwards. He pretends to celebrate when you get up and walk to the door and you stick your tongue at him in response.

Once you're back on deck you notice that most of the crew has either gone to bed or are talking with some of the merfolk over the railings. It makes your heart lighter to see everyone interacting with each other in such a warm way. Your own hands make contact with the railing, your thumb rubbing at the cold metal as memories swarm to the front. 

Cold splashes of water, distant thunder and the feeling of sinking into the dark abyss fill your mind before they’re swept away by his hand on yours. And you’re back with him again as you smile down at him, his own lips twitching upwards “I wasn’t gone for very long” you whisper to him in the dark of night.

His large shoulders shrug as his hands move to pull himself up onto the deck before he rolls over onto his back so he can balance on his hands in a sitting position rather than laying on his front. You sit next to him, your back pressing to his side as his arm slings around you. Resting his hand on your stomach as you both sit there a look up at the sky.

“I missed the stars” He finally says to you, his eyes bright as he smiles with his head tilted up. His hair flowing down his shoulders, the braid sitting on his chest and then his eyes slipped closed as he takes a deep breath “Thank you”.

You spend hours with him on the deck, with him telling you the stories his mother had told him of the stars, and of the stories his grandfather had told him from his travels around the world’s oceans. He makes you laugh as he recalls, what you doubt to be real, a story his grandfather had told him about fighting off a pirate trying to get his fins. In turn you tell him as many stories as you can remember of the stars from your people, the constellations and their tales seeming to bond you both all the same.

By the time you ran out of stories for each other, the first rays of daylight had started to appear and suddenly your heart felt heavy. Connor noticed your change in behaviour, hwo you went quiet and seemed to sit there playing with his fingers.

“What is it, treasure?” he mumbled as his hand took your jaw so he could direct your gaze to him, his lips pressing to your forehead and purring gently to try and soothe you “Tell me”

“We’re leaving today” He froze at your words, pulling away for a moment with a bewildered look in his eyes. His thumb rubbing at your jaw “Faulkner thinks it’s time to go before another storm hits”

Ratonhnake:ton takes a deep breath at this, the look in his eyes sharpening to sadness as he nods “That is wise'' he lets go of you but not before pressing his lips to your own “You must remain safe”. Once his lips part from yours, he pulls himself off the boat with the railings and splashes back into the water beneath.

“I’ll come back, I will” You shout as you lean over the edge, but it’s too late. Connor’s already gone and your eyes can’t find any sign of his black and white tail in the dark waters “I don’t know how but I will”.

As you opened the door of your home, you took a deep breath and your head tilted as your entire body seemed to feel light all of a sudden. You shut the door behind you and dropped your bag on the floor, before ridding yourself of your coat and shoes. Once all of that was done you slid open the door that led to your back garden.

A smile on your face as you took the towel that you kept near the door before practically bolting down to the shore. The corners of your lips pulled down when there was no sight of who you were after yet you spread the towel out anyway and shimmed out of your clothes until just your swimming costume was left.

As you lay on the towel, your eyes drifted shut for a moment but they flew open at the feeling of something large wrapping around your ankle and pulling you down the beach a little more until the waves lapped at your body “You are late” rumbled a deep voice in your ear as arms wrapped around your body.

“Sorry! Sorry! We had an octopus to help, his poor tentacles got trapped” The Orca hummed as he listened to you ramble on about the mimic octopus you had spent the past few hours helping. His head burying into your hair as he lay there with you, his body covering your own as your hands moved to run through his hair. He would happily listen to your rumble for the rest of his days.

[auroramoon-draws16]

Alright fellas, not a crossover, but I got the goods

Assassin’s Creed Shifters AU

Eagle vision? Nah, full Eagle at will.

I mean, duh, they still have Eagle Vision, they get all the good shit, but they can also turn into a bird at will. It’s not always an eagle, but most of the time it’s raptors. Unless you’re the Frye twins, because Corvids, caw caw bitch.

Desmond freaked the fuck out the first time he shifted, he knew about it, sure, but hell if turning into a goddamn bird wasn’t something to lose your shit about.

Assassins through history could turn into birds at will to help scope their prey- I mean targets- fuck with the Templar’s plans, and get to places faster. (Leonardo would have loved that shit, Ezio, go help your homie learn to fly)

Although that means it’s anyone who have Eagle Vision strong enough can Shift.That means arial fights, claw each other to death bitch.

Also getting kidnapped while shifted and shoved into a cage, look, it’s hard to shift back to human form in small spaces without horrific consequences. Luckily, Assassins keep their human minds while shifted. Oh you wanna keep me hostage? Bitch, I’ll be a fucking problem.

On a lighter note: bird instincts. The best Assassins have them and it can be hilarious.

Have fun fellas!

[teecupangel]

So. We’ve seen Desmond going back in time and becoming a doctor in Altaïr’s time and Ezio’s time, but I’ve never seen Desmond becoming a doctor in Ratonhnhaké:ton’s time. Any ideas?

The first thing I thought about is Desmond going to the homestead and just staying there as a doctor but that would be taking Dr White’s place and Ratonhnhaké:ton would never turn him away when he clearly needed help.

The next idea that I thought of is that Desmond just kicked the door open to the manor, told Achilles that he was Altaïr’s descendant and that he’s trying to hide from people out for his blood so he’s gonna stay there. Achilles tries to shoo him away, Ratonhnhaké:ton thinks he’s telling the truth (Desmond didn’t say that the people out for his blood was far into the distant future but he didn’t lie) so he’s supportive of Desmond staying in the manor.

That’s how Desmond starts his ‘unofficial’ job as the private physician of Davenport manor.

More often than not, he takes care of any wounds that Ratonhnhaké:ton gets and checks him every time he returned to the manor after his missions. He also visits the dock and check on the crew of the Aquila to ensure no one was on their way to suffering scurvy.

And most importantly, he takes over cooking duties to make sure Achilles eats well and healthy and absolutely not skipping any meals and just drinking tea and eating some biscuits.

He and Dr White form a kind of partnership. Dr White takes care of the residents of the homestead, Desmond takes care of the two men in the manor.

Dr White also shares his medicines and tinctures (although Desmond isn’t really keen on a lot of them) and Desmond teaches him what he knows of.

Where did he get his medical background?

Well…

Let’s just say Desmond really got into House MD and started researching and watching actual medical documentaries and books. He knows a lot about first aid and medical properties of herbs and plants because of the Farm’s education so he’s really a mix-match 21st century survivalist medical know how and ‘all theories but no practice’ medical student rolled up into one molotov cocktail ready to explode.

Dr White finds him fascinating but also knows that there would be doctors who would dismiss Desmond’s practices and maybe even call him a charlatan.

It should be fine if he remains in the homestead.

Because he will remain in the homestead.

Right?

.

Of course not. Desmond leaves the homestead once things really starts moving for the revolution and becomes a field doctor.

And that’s how he got the interest of George Washington.

[lucalamante]

@just-a-geekygoth’s request (Connor for G4) of abisalli’s emotion challenge! I’ll be honest, I don’t love how this one turned out. I think Connor’s head and hand are too big, but it’s whatever, something to keep in mind next time.

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

hello!! can you please write a drabble for connor with an s/o who just finished their last final, and now they just want to nap and cuddle with him? gender neutral please! thank you!!

05/03/2024: Hello! First ask of the year! I certainly can try, friend! Thanks for your undying patience! Shit has happened, bros, but I've just been re-reading my old fics and they've brought me some long lost joy, so I am trying to make a comeback! (Please reblog this so people know I'm posting again -- with evidence!) This is a perfect thing to write on the day of my exam results (we passed, guys!) so now I can reflect on the traumatising experience that was exam season.

The Complete Masterlist

Finally (Connor x GN!Reader)

You put down your pen with a sigh of relief.

Finally, it was all over.

These last few weeks were torture; hours of studying a day, taking a break only to eat or to steal some hours of restless sleep. Your brain fried while you studied, and you half wondered how you made it through exam season alive.

A few hours ago, you were on the verge of throwing up your breakfast. Now, as you turned the lock to your apartment door, you could only feel intense fatigue. Gentle noises from the kitchen put a smile on your face. Connor was never a loud person, in both words and actions.

"I'm back," you announced, entering the kitchen to find Connor making two cups of tea.

"Y/n," he greeted with a reassuring smile. "How was it?"

"Not terrible, but could've been better," you shrugged. At this point, you really couldn't care. It was over, and that's all that mattered. A yawn overcame you. "Tired now, though."

Connor nodded, pouring water from the freshly boiled kettle. "I made us some tea. What would you like to do to celebrate?"

You thanked him gratefully, moving to take your favourite mug off of the counter. "Honestly? Can we go back to bed for a while? I want to sleep these past few weeks off."

"Of course." He followed you as you led the way to your shared bedroom. Teas placed on the bedside counters, you changed into some comfier clothes and all but collapsed into bed. Connor climbed in with slightly more tact, and you crawled into his arms. He pulled you close with one hand and opened a book he was reading with the other.

His thumb gently traced the skin of your arm, soothing and constant. It wasn't long before your eyelids began to close, fluttering in time to his heartbeat.

Sleep came soon after.

[mxgicthot]

Lean on me

In which you help your husband wash himself after a long day.

In this fic you are Ratonhnhaké:ton's wife and mother to his children. Also this is an can be set in canon or modern au.

Paring : Connor Kenway x fem s/o

cw : fluff, some hurt, HEAVY COMFORT, slightly suggestive, soaping up Connor's body, hinting at height/size difference.

Word count : 553

Ratonhnhaké:ton is frozen beneath the rushing shower water. Steam rolls off his muscular back, facing toward you. Splaying his large hand on the wall, his broad shoulders tense. Paying you no mind as you slip into the slower with him.

Slipping your hand through his. "The girls are finally asleep in bed." Trying to ground him, when his brain caught reliving the past. Letting your hand go, turning around, anger and hopelessness hollow his face.

Grabbing your hips, Ratonhnhaké:ton spreads his large thick fingers out. "Thank you, love. You good?" His cheeks are thinner, with deepening dark circles beneath his eyes. The coldness melts in his narrow chocolate-colored eyes. His frown softens to a flat line.

Holding his face, reaffirming, "We're good," as he leans down, passionately kissing you, gently groaning. Parting your lips for him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Hugging Ratonhnhaké:ton tightly.

Slowly he breaks away, trailing kisses from your jaw to your neck. Biting lighting and squeezing along your sides.

Biting your lip to keep from crying out when he sinks his teeth in deeper. "I got you. Lemme take care of you." He pulls away kissing your forehead. "I have some hot chocolate waiting for us. We'll sit on the porch. I'll brush your hair out." You grab his round sponge hanging next to a loofah.

He won't talk, but you could attempt to distract him momentarily. Give him the attention and care he shows the kids and yourself. Pouring his scented soap onto it. The shampoo's back states a wonderful mix of eucalyptus, white birch, and cypress.

Scrubbing Ratonhnhaké:ton's broad, muscular chest, rubbing your fingers over his firm tits. Sliding your fingers over his well-defined abs. Trailing his loofa down, scrubbing his v-line and dark short hair. Carefully smearing soap down his soft, fat cock. Careful to make sure soap doesn’t get into his cockhead.

Letting go of his cock to squeeze soap from the loofa into your palm, fondling his balls. Ratonhnhaké:ton brings up, “I was thinking of cooking breakfast with the kids." He parts his thighs enough for you to clean his ballsack.

Smiling up at him, puckering your lips he leans down giving you a chaste, sweet kiss. "We got the stuff for triple chocolate chunk. You can help Io:nhiòte with the muffins, and the other two can help me with the omelettes and blueberry pancakes." Crouching in front of him, scrubbing down his well-toned legs, lingering on his muscular thighs.

Lifting his foot, his cheeks heating up. “You don’t need to do all this..I can wash myself.” Getting the other one, then standing up. “Aren’t you tired?"

Standing up, getting on the tip of your toes, he leans down for you to kiss his cheeks. Scrubbing his broad shoulders and neck. “I’m tired, but that doesn’t matter." Going down his muscular arm, grabbing his large hand, admiring the size difference between his and yours.

Switching to his other arm, "I want to.” Ratonhnhaké:ton's eyes widen momentarily, the corner of his lips pulling up into a soft smile. "We're a family aren't we, gotta make sure you’re taken care of." A couple of tears trickle down his cheek.

Holding your hand, rising the soap off, Kissing your knuckles. "I'm so grateful I have you and the children."

[thats-by-the-by]

All Talk, No Action

This fic was crossposted on Ao3. Find it here.

Connor isn't sure how Haytham found him.

The pair sit far apart from each other, not acknowledging the other. Someone will have to break, will have to talk. It won't be Connor, though. He is not the one who sought him out. He is not the one who needs to explain himself. He is not the one who held onto crucial information that Connor needed to know, and decided only to share it when it pleased him.

Connor tucks his knees under his head, staring out at the clearing. There's a sizable buck in the distance, watching over a doe and a fawn. He could shoot the buck now, take it back to the homestead. Miriam has been wanting the antlers of a buck, and the meat would be good to trade. Connor's down wind. He could hunt it.

Haytham coughs, and Connor glares at the buck, ignoring the doe and fawn. He won't be the one to acknowledge the other first.

"If you are planning on ignoring me this entire time, I should just end you now." Haytham sighs, activating his hidden blade behind Connor. Connor is aware of Haytham - of the danger he could provide. Just like the buck, turning his back is dangerous. But Haytham is not behind him, instead sitting on the edge of his vision.

"I understand that you're," Haytham sighs, rolling his eyes. "upset, what with how I didn't inform you of General Washington's indiscretions towards your people, but-"

"Washington wasn't the one to burn my village." Connor interrupts, venom dripping into his tone. "He ordered it, and is as responsible of the act as the men who did burn it, but it was Lee."

"Connor, please." Haytham rolls his eyes, his voice disapointed. "You can't genuinely believe that Washington wouldn't do his own dirty work."

"I never said that." Connor glares deeper at the buck. "But he was retired to Mount Vernon when my village burnt, when my mother died. No other colonists were there. Just Lee and your men."

"I never ordered-"

"I know." Connor says, untucking his knees from under his chin. He moves into a crouch, glaring at the buck. "You never ordered my villages burning. You weren't here. But your men still did it. My mother's blood is on Lee's hands. My blood is on Lee's hands. My problem with you is not born from my problem with them."

"Excuse me?"

"You are a man of inaction." Connor says, his voice as scalding as boiling honey. "You do nothing, holding onto your secrets until it suits you to tell them. You lie and send others to do your dirty work until it suits you."

"Connor-"

"No." Connor says, standing and pulling out his bow. He lines his sights on the buck, watching as the doe and fawn graze near him. "You only make excuses, and you do not explain anything. I have no need for excuses. Not from you."

Connor fires, the arrow striking his target in the eye. The buck falls as Haytham rises. The doe and fawn dart off into the brush, and Connor walks towards the carcass as Haytham leaves. Connor kneels down next to the buck, and Haytham raises his gun towards Connor's head. He pauses, lowers the gun, and leaves.

All talk, no action.

[rk1kincorrect]

random shit i found in my notes app last night😭😭

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

“Cheers to a long future together!”

“…”

“Desmond? What is wrong?”

“I- I’m so sorry…”

“What for?”

“I- this wasn’t meant to happen! And I was going to tell you but I just- couldn’t! And I just- I’m sorry.”

“Desmond… what is happening?”

“… I can’t stay. I made a deal with someone and… my part is up.”

“What- what do you mean? Surely you are not leaving us?”

“God, I wish I wasn’t. I wish I could spend the rest of my life with you and wake up every day by your side but- I’m so sorry I let this happen.”

“…”

“I love you. No matter where I end up or what happens next, I will always love you.”

“Please don’t leave me…”

[vampiredesmond]

my favorite kind of fic are fics in which a third person who knew haytham long before knowing connor sees parts of haytham in him. that’s his son after all!!!!

[daughterofthequeen]

100 FOLLOWER LISTENING PARTY!!!!

I know 100 is not a big number, but it’s a big number to me. So to celebrate this milestone I’m having a listening party🥳. To participate all you have to do is send in an emoji that’s on the list.

The only rule is the characters have to be a in my character list(all are open for this) Character List

STARTS: October 15, 2023

ENDS: October 22, 2023

🎧 Tell me the character you want to be paired with and why you chose them and I will give you a song that matches the two of you

🎤Give me a song you picture yourself singing to a character and I will choose which character matches the song

🎶Send me your favorite genre of music and a character, and I’ll find a playlist for you to listen to

🎹Give me a character and a scenario and I’ll make a headcannon

📱Would you rather: Send me two options and I have to choose one

💻Send some facts about yourself and I’ll tell you who you remind me of/who I see in you

[piratekenway]

for @codextober day thirty: peace.

“This was your grandson’s home, though,” said Mary. Edward said nothing, because—she had a point. This was Connor’s home, once upon a time. This whole village had been under his care, and it had thrived well past the Assassins’ time here, although no one seemed to remember it now. If he stepped inside, he’d be walking in his grandson’s footsteps, and who knew what he’d find waiting for him at the end of it. He breathed out. “I have to do this,” he said. “Then I do too,” said Mary, and opened the door. Pieces of Mohawk art lined the walls, paired with plaques that told of their origins. One seemed particularly old and well-cared for, with a plaque that dated it back to the American Revolution. Framed paintings hung alongside them, depicting the most notable inhabitants of the village. The first face to greet Edward and Mary was Connor’s—he had dark eyes, dark hair tied back, brown skin, and, ah yes, the Kenway nose and mouth. This painting had been done when he was older than Mary was—forty-five, perhaps, if Edward were to guess from the lines on his face, the few streaks of gray in his hair. He stood next to the homestead’s flag, clearly not quite comfortable in his fine clothes. Edward couldn’t help a smile. In that, they were very similar.

[auroramoon-draws16]

Yo, crossover time! >:P

Assassin’s Creed x Transformers

TF One is popping off (deserved) and I need to get this idea out there.

Desmond Miles, our dearest assassin and sacrifice, reborn on Cybertron as a transformer. Primus himself went “yes, this one” and who am I to deny robo-god?

We have a few options to choose from here:

1. Desmond is forged well before the war, sees the injustice of the caste system, and maybe starts helping out via community (brotherhood optional, oh who am I kidding, let the man bring back his people, Primus or something might be willing to help with that) then the war starts and he either joins the Autobots or remains neutral and maybe starts his own faction. When they get to Earth he helps the transformers get better at hiding because damn being a giant robot on a planet full of squishy organics is hard. But these were his people at one point, so hey, he’s got this.

2. Same as 1, but the ancestors join the party. They are their own type of cybertronian built for assassinations and espionage, very smol, but very deadly. We got specialized scanners designed to function like Eagle Vision, built in hidden blades, and bird drone alt modes. Cue the war and so on. Whether they are able to kill Megatron or not is up to you. Idk how that’ll go, tho. I think they might like Optimus, he’s a great leader and much more compassionate than past leaders they’ve known (and killed).

3. Post war! Desmond is forged soon after the war started (think: Sparkling! Bumblebee fics) and is taken in by the Autobots, where he meets Optimus and goes “oh, he’s a good one, okay then” and just rolls with it. Maybe he trains as a scout alongside Bumblebee if ya want (he’s my favorite if you can’t tell). Famously zen Desmond, good friend and maybe, just maybe, still a bit traumatized. Who knew. Bee is the best bean and talks to Des about it. They talk a lot. (Optional: Bumblebee gets his voice box ripped out and Des is not very happy about it, just a tad bit stabby, if you will) earth shenanigans, pick the earthling they meet, or maybe add other crossovers if you want, or make your own. Or, plot twist, reincarnated ancestors. Get that modern day au in there. You’re welcome.

4. Pick a transformers series and shove Desmond into the plot. You know what I mean. 😌

(Would Desmond tell someone about his past? I mean cybertronians live for millions of years… a lot of them have done heinous things. I think they’d be okay with it.)

Well, these are what I got so far. I’m not a huge transformers buff, so take whatever ideas you have and throw it at Desmond, you have my blessing. He’ll be fiiiine.

Have fun ^_^

[teecupangel]

What if Edward didn't die in his manor. What if he died at the same time as canon but for some reason he was at sea at that particular moment (he'd stopped for his kids but maybe there was something unavoidable). But ever since he died, people sailing the Atlantic have reported multiple sightings a ghost on their ship or of a ghost ship tailing them. Imagine haytham seeing the ghost of his father from the corner of his eye on his voyage to America. Imagine Ratohnhaketon seeing a ghost ship while sailing and following that ship helped keep them safe from a storm. (Imagine the ghost of Edward fucking Kenway trying to hijack the Altair II)

For some reason, my first thought is that this would be a Flying Dutchman scenario XD

But it would be funny if Edward is a ghost that just pops into existence if someone of his blood boards a ship.

He doesn’t know who it is though, to him, it’s a case of him popping into one ship then transferring to the ‘next’ once his blood reaches land (if they go overboard though, Edward gets thrown into the sea so it’s really more of an ‘if they’re in the sea’ kind of deal).

So with Haytham’s voyage to America, he doesn’t even see Edward because he’s stuck in his cabin most of the time while Edward is looking around, trying to find out why he’s haunting this ship. They finally ‘see’ each other just as Haytham leaves the ship.

Then Ratonhnhaké:ton started to sail Aquila and he assumed at first that he was part of the crew. It’s only when he starts to talk to Edward that Edward felt this pull…

Towards the Jackdaw that had been rotting under the uncaring depths of the sea.

That’s when the stories of a ghost ship starts popping up.

Ratonhnhaké:ton thought Edward’s disappearance meant he ‘moved on’.

It sorta did.

He moved on from his regrets of not being able to save his family because he knows that Ratonhnhaké:ton will be alright.

And now he sails the high seas with his ghostly crew…

Attacking those that appears red in his eyes.

(It would be funny if this ends with him kidnapping a comatose Desmond and Desmond wakes up in his ghost ship going ‘what the fuck???’)

[kitsunesongs]

In the Assassin's Creed Verse, when Lin Manuel Miranda is doing his research for Hamilton he discovers that there was a native man involved in the revolution and does more research to find out more about Connor (possibly helped by an anonymous helper who provides him info/proof and so on, cough the assassins cough) and so the AC verse Hamilton has Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor in it. Not sure who he would be played by or what songs he would have, but I just love the mental image.

[theacblade]

Las Vegas is a city of sin and depravity. It’s also a city of millionaires trying to run organizations and sort their lives out. Altair and Maria drunkenly elope which leads to severe consequences and a path neither were expecting. Evie is looking for Jacob after he vanished in the night. Ezio is a playboy who swears off love. His parents are fed up with his carefree lifestyle. Eivor holds anger and resentment at his brother for having to marry the love of his life. Connor is back in the city of sin to investigate a string of crimes and avoid a past he would rather leave behind. Aveline is trying to manage a nightclub, but an obnoxious FBI agent is scaring off her clients. Arno is hired as a bodyguard for a spoiled hotel heiress. Desmond ran away from his previous life, but it seems to be catching up with him. Then Kassandra is on the hunt for her brother who ran off after nasty family issues. Everyone's lives are messy, but they are all connected to one another as Abstergo looms over in the distance...

A millionaire AU with drama, romance, and mystery. Updates on Sundays!