#connor kenway on top

[bewitcheds]

sorry if this sounds strange, but did you write for an ac character?

ofc…….. i miss my two beautiful wives that i love equally

my beautiful angel ratonhnhaketon and my little goblin jacob frye <3

[thou-babbling-brook]

Made this at 2 am last night with nothing but a vision and an empty water bottle

[teecupangel]

How do you think they'd all respond to a pagan/wiccan?

This reminds me of my question of how Ubisoft is gonna fuck up AC Hexe when they revealed Codename Hexe last year XD

Anyway, let’s start...

Altaïr:

I could make a “what is this sorcery” joke but that would be too easy. If he sees a pagan or a wiccan, he wouldn’t really care. This man was raised in one of the most religious sect of the Brotherhood and turned out to be an atheist so, in all honesty, he couldn't care less who or what someone worships. What matters to him is the way someone worships must not endanger the innocent or get in the way of his mission. The most he’d do is interact with the pagan or the wiccan in a more intellectual way, gain more knowledge and information and then… just go his way.

Ezio:

This man was raised as a catholic in Renaissance Italy but he’s also someone who punch the living out of the pope so it really depends on when he would meet a pagan or a wiccan. Before the Auditore execution? Definitely feel awkward around them but wouldn’t insult them. During AC2? Vengeance is more important to him and he’d ally with anyone who would help him. Brotherhood? Dude is pretty much at war with the Church AND the Followers of Romulus, he has no beef with pagans or wiccans as long as they don’t side with his enemies. Revelations? This man has seen and experienced too much that he’s just chill with everything. They want to be allies? Sure. They just want to get on with their lives? That’s okay too.

Ratonhnhaké:ton:

Ratonhnhaké:ton was raised to respect the beliefs of others and he’s definitely more open-minded than a lot of people (even Haytham). He would try to respect their beliefs the best he could and would ask if he doesn’t know anything. He won’t necessarily be a practitioner himself but he’d definitely know more than normal.

Edward:

He has no problem with any pagan or wiccan. If it was a pirate though, he’d definitely take any of their superstitions because better safe than sorry, after all.

Arno:

France actually has a… ‘severe’ history with witch-hunts (around 1000 execution during the 14th to 17th century) so Arno would probably stay clear of any pagan or wiccan if he knows them but he wouldn’t turn a blind eye if they were being harassed (or worse). The most he’d do is help them escape and give them a chance of finding peace elsewhere.

Jacob:

If a wiccan or a pagan wants to be a Rook, Jacob will welcome them with open arms. He doesn’t necessarily believe them but he wouldn’t be rude to them. The most he’d do is light teasing but he’d stop as soon as he notices they’re feeling awkward or annoyed. To him, it doesn’t matter who they are. If they want to be a Rook and can follow the rules, they’re Jacob’s Rooks.

Evie:

She’s look at it from an intellectual standpoint and would be a bit wary considering the danger of being close to a wiccan or a pagan their time has. She won’t stop Jacob from making them their Rooks and she won’t try to bully them or push them around. She’d be a bit distant but it won’t really matter all that much since she’s not close to any of the Rooks anyway. She’d research about them though on the off-chance that they have any interest or information about any POE or Isu related things.

Bayek:

… I mean… he’s a Medjay from Ancient Egypt. He wouldn’t bat an eye if someone worships a specific god as he knows a ‘few’ people who do that. He also wouldn’t bat an eye on any ritual practices or spells they might do as long as it doesn’t endanger anyone. As far as Bayek is concerned, as long as no one is getting hurt, people should be free to worship as they please.

Desmond:

Dude would definitely try wicca. This man has been denied of so many things growing up that he’d try anything at least once… as long as it’s not too dangerous. If you’re looking to convert anyone, Desmond’s your guy.

Layla:

She’d be cool about it. Honestly, Layla looks like the type to have pagan or wiccan friends, maybe even someone who tried it when she was in college XD

[spacebobastories]

Sleeping Positions PT. 1

This has been on my mind for a while and I don’t think I’ve seen a lot of people do this! But this is how I imagine the Assassin’s and Templar’s sleep with their significant other! Enjoy :3

Part 2

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad

I feel like Altaïr wouldn’t really be all that cuddly when sleeping. I imagine he would be a very light sleeper and maybe even sleeps on his back. But he would still bring you close, wrapping an arm around your waist. Even when he is awake, he isn’t clingy or cuddly. He’s very reserved so I see him showing you more affection behind closed doors.

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Ezio would most definitely be a cuddler. I imagine he would be extremely warm and wouldn’t want to let you go. Bringing you close and trapping you in his arms. He would be in the middle of a light sleeper and heavy sleeper. I can imagine him in many different positions, but two come to mind. You on your side with his arms around your waist. Or you sleeping on top of him. Ezio in his younger years wouldn’t care about people seeing him being open to showing you affection but in his older years, I see him more reserved. But he would still give you kisses and hugs, just a little more reserved to be careful. He doesn’t want to lose you :(

Ratonhnhaké:ton or Connor

Connor the love of my life! I am totally not biased when it comes to him. 😂 but, I can definitely see him more as the teddy bear type. *very* warm and super cuddly. I see him holding you close, tight enough where it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. After him losing his mother and some of his village and getting his homestead attacked, I feel like he would be clingy. But not suffocating clingy, just afraid of letting you go. He would be reserved in public, maybe a little awkward to showing affection. But I see him showing affection through actions more than words.

Haytham Kenway

Oh Haytham the man that you are. Okay, I might be a little biased when it comes to the Kenway bloodline. They’re gorgeous okay? But like with Connor, I see Haytham also being very reserved. But not unlike Connor, he wouldn’t be awkward in his affections (in private anyway). Sleeping I imagine he would also be on his back, but holding you close. If you had fallen asleep first, I imagine he would be slowly running his hand up and down your back while reading reports or even a book. But when he finally goes to sleep, he’ll pull you close, so you’re laying on top of him, his arm still around your waist. Your face tucked into his neck.

Edward Kenway

This man sleeps hard as a rock, no, a log. That man is not moving for anything. I imagine he would be sleeping so hard because he’s on a ship most of the time, so he’s gotten used to the rocking of the ship. In good and bad weather. If he turns over, he’s bringing you with him. If you have to get up to go use the bathroom, he’s getting up and standing next to the door, half asleep waiting to bring you back to bed. He is holding you close, keeping you against him. I imagine he is a soft snorer, but if he’s really tired? Loud. He’s very warm so there’s no need for a lot of blankets on the bed. He also doesn’t care if people see him kiss you or show you affection. And if they say something? He will give them a look or kiss you harder. He does not care.

Shay Patrick Cormac

….look, I am also very biased when it comes to Shay. This man is beautiful, sassy, smart, talented! 😩 but I see him also having nightmares from seeing all those people die in Lisbon. He blames himself heavily for all those deaths, so I can see him waking up from nightmares and checking to make sure you’re still with him. He isn’t a real heavy sleeper or a light one. Just in the middle. He’s holding you close, almost clutching you so you don’t leave him alone. 100% is into PDA. Especially when he has something to drink. I feel like he would want to show you off! But he is most definitely a cuddler and a hugger. Loves to hold you close and give you smooches. (When he isn’t on the job or in the presence of Haytham)

Arno Victor Dorian

This man is such a flirt. And a ladies man, he loves women. But also wants to protect them, keep them safe. For you? Oh he *loves* you. Also one who loves to show others how he feels about you. This man is a light sleeper, always making sure that you’re okay. This man is holding you close, but I see him sleeping on his stomach with his arm across your back or stomach if you’re a back sleeper. He also has nightmares from his dad getting killed as well as being locked up in prison. He is 100% a cuddler in and out of the bedroom.

Jacob Frye

This man is so cocky and prideful it’s like putting a damn spotlight on him. Oh how he loves to make sure everyone around him knows he’s there. He’s loud, brash, not afraid of anything! He isn’t afraid to show you how he feels. He’s a lot of fun to have around, but can become tiring for you if you’re more introverted. If you’re extroverted, you feed off of each other’s energy. I imagine he also would be a very hard sleeper. Very loud snoring to the point where you would have to wake him up. But he holds you close, or even throws his legs over you, keeping you trapped in his arms.

Okay. So I have more characters to go through, but Tumblr on the phone only lets me put like ten pictures. I think it’s different on the pc tho lol. Anyway, I’ll make a part two with Haytham’s inner circle and the rest of the assassin’s! I hope you guys enjoyed this! I loved making this 🙂‍↕️ tell me what other ideas you want me to write out!

Oh and the beautiful divider I have in the beginning is made by @enchanthings

https://www.tumblr.com/enchanthings/769821565477126144/animated-moon-stars-dividers-requested

[kiatheinsomniac]

❝contains: connor kenway | ratonhnhaké:ton, haytham kenway❞ ✩ — fan favourite ♡ — contains smut

ᯓ★ 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬:

gods au masterlist

encyclopedia of the gods, their associations and what one may offer them

ᯓ★ 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬:

first times ♡

I don't ever want to leave this cave ♡

homestead skillsets

rut ♡

day's hunt

breaking down walls

of sailors, of mer

this life is mine ♡

ᯓ★ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

as a sub ♡

with a musical s/o

his reaction to surprise hugs

what he calls his s/o

first kiss

reacting to you being hurt

making love while it rains ♡

meeting a non-assassin s/o

mini spicy headcanons ♡

on his s/o's birthday

his s/o falls asleep next to him

you reject his love

his s/o shares his personality

valentines headcanons

his s/o is terrified of frogs

his s/o is scared of storms

when his s/o gets catcalled

when he sees you in a tank top and shorts

meeting your parents

finding out you have a hidden tattoo

his s/o is shy

boyband au

his child asks where children come from + for a sibling

with an insecure, plus-sized, dark-eyed reader

he wakes up and finds his s/o in his robes

he finds his s/o masturbating ♡

how he reacts to having a sleepy s/o

when his s/o has a scar with a funny story

how he reacts to his s/o in a cat maid outfit

his s/o is hispanic/latina

he has a nightmare where his s/o dies

with a templar s/o

when his s/o has commitment issues

when there's only one bed

with an african-american reader

his s/o has a nightmare

what artistic talents he has

what he smells like

his s/o loves giving head ♡

his s/o gets really sick

with a muslim s/o

when his s/o wants to grind on his thigh ♡

when his s/o passes out

what his bedroom looks like

ᯓ★ 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 / 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 / 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 [archived] my very old oneshots from my pre-tumblr days

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 [discontinued] a highschool au featuring a variety of characters

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 a collaborative event with @itseivwhore

ᯓ★ 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬:

coming home late

rescue

ᯓ★ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

as a romantic yandere

finding out you have a hidden tattoo

his s/o is hispanic/latina

ᯓ★ 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 / 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 / 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 [archived] my very old oneshots from my pre-tumblr days

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 a collaborative event with @itseivwhore

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Head cannon bc I can - The Assassin's belief in spooky stuff

A/N: In 3-month pre-honor of Spooky time (which is the best time) I'm gonna write a drabble about how I think certain assassin's would react to spooky stuff like ghosts, wendigos, vampires, etc. Thought it would be funny.

Ezio Auditore - He grew up religious so probably has that faith over fear mindset despite what he believes later on in life through being an assassin/meeting the garden tool known as juno (who doesn't get her name capitalized bc I don't like her lol). I mean exhibit A: This Florentine man just jumps off of a very high building and nails a superhero landing. The FAITH that this man had in his KNEECAPS to NOT SHATTER over the FEAR of his (very nice) legs snapping in half like pocky sticks. I mean COME.ONNNN. WILL LEGIT PERFORM AN EXORCISM IF HE GETS SPOOKED. He'll speak in Latin reciting Bible verses, he'll bust out the Holy Water and get the rosary, the whole shebang. He thinks that vampires are lowkey cheesy but is flattered when people think that he's one (because of the sexy factor around the bloodsuckers ya know) because they think he's HAWT. Wendigos freak him out because WHY DO THEY MOVE SO FAST?! He also does NOT mess with ouija boards and refuses to even be in the same room as one, cause the man's not trying to have the dang spirits of the borgias come after him again (cesare was annoying enough the first time, okay?). Werewolves? He's indifferent to. He likes dogs, he likes people (MOST of them), so long they don't bite him (too hard *wink wink*) that's all he cares about.

Altair Ibn La'Ahad - Vampires? Meh. They better stay away from him and his love or they'll get a fang omelet. Werewolves? So long as they don't have fleas or parasites, he doesn't see them as a problem. Altair does NOT believe in ghosts, and he is NOT amused when the others try to scare him and make him paranoid of the "other side" ooooo. He thinks it's all bullshlatta haha. However, when he's been smoking hashish...it's a different story. This cannabis product has a THC concentration of 5-15% so man is getting into the kite territory lol. He WILL get paranoid, and he WILL think that ghosts are on the front lawn PARTICULARLY the ghosts of French and English soldiers that he's fought. Will go get his love if she's there and pull her into his lap muttering in Arabic about "Stupid ghosts of the fallen. Not touching my woman." He'll beat Jacob's ass for moving the ouija board around and scaring the others but mostly because he didn't see Jacob, he just saw a big black blob coming at him and swung. He will also once again beat Jacob's ass for trying to scare him while pretending to be a ghost wrapped up in a bedsheet. Just picture him trying to strangle the poor top hat wearing British boy while Desmond and Evie try to talk him down and Altair's love gently tries to pry him off.

Love: (laughing softly as she pulls at his arms) Altair Habibi don't hurt him it was just a prank.

Altair: (yelling in Arabic) He's a ghost! I don't need any more of them in my life!

Desmond: Guys come on don't fight again.

Evie: (trying not to laugh) Uhh Mentor if you could kindly not strangle my dear brother to death, I would be grateful.

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway - Being Native American he has been privy to myths and legends of mysterious beasts and malevolent spirits. The one that freaked him out the most as a little boy however was the myth about the wendigo. A myth that one if his tribe's elders had picked up from an Algonquian traveler passing through Boston. An insatiable beast created from humans and the hunger felt by them in desperate times with little to no food. He has heard multiple legends ranging from the spirit possessing those who are without food and influencing them to consume their fellow humans in cannibalistic practices, to the wendigo being a demon that possesses people for unknown reasons. How the beast is allegedly 15 feet tall, can wind walk, is extremely intelligent, and stores it's victims for food storage eating them at its leisure. But imo he's not afraid of them because think about. Connor vs a wendigo? I feel sorry for that wendigo lol. Man has fought bears, cougars, mountain lions, defied gravity, taken on an entire army and held up the middle finger to cannonballs meant to send him to his Maker. Requiescat In Pace to that wendigo haha. Vampires are lame to him he does not see the appeal, but he does find their teeth funny. (He has been exposed to a wide variety of different teeth via animals that he's hunted, but creatures that look human who have teeth like animals is funny to him).

Jacob Frye - Tell.me.WHY I just KNOW that Jacob would so totally take out the ouija board and put it in random places to scare the others lol. This would lead to Evie playing detective and staying up all night to find out what was going on, only to find that her baby brother is trolling everyone. Needless to say, Jacob's ears get boxed. He likes to play around and goof off about ghosts lurking about, but being serious he does not believe in them. Nor does he believe in contact with those who are passed on. He thinks that a place can carry bad things that have happened there, and the aura can be off, he believes the same with people as well. He could sense Starrick's craziness all the way in Crawley... It goes without saying that Jacob DEFINITELY believes in mental illness. He'd probably try to fight a werewolf to test his strength. And a vampire too. Would also probably carry treats for werewolves if he knew any and give it to them in their wolf form lol. Once the fight commences (and his inevitable loss follows) Jacob would ABSOLUTELY try to recruit them into the Rooks. He could use as many members as possible to say nothing of those with supernatural abilities. Would TOTALLY flip his flat cap over a vampire's ability to heal quickly. Like he would pull his signature Frye arm break and the vampire's arm would just *pop!* right back into place. He would lowkey be jealous because if he could do that think about how many fights he could win!

Evie Frye - DEFINITELY think that she would wonder if vampires were out there and she would be SO EXCITED if she met one. She would want to pick their brain about their experiences and hear the stories of however many lifetimes they have lived. In the game she is somewhat interested in the other side and the occult so she might dip her toes into the crystal ball and ouija board territory. She does it maybe once or twice and then quite because she doesn't get results from it (plus Jacob won't stop playing with the planchette piece using it as a monocle). She didn't like the ouija board because the rules of "Don't play alone" both annoyed her and made her weary. She would rather play alone due to the nature of serious questions she would ask about the afterlife (I honestly kinda think that she might try to make contact with her father through the ouija board but would be deterred when she heard that it could possibly be demons instead of her loved one). She's not really superstitious but she does take rules (within reason) seriously (and she tries not to break them if Jacob can behave himself lol). She has contacts everywhere and then some so hearing things through the grapevine she eventually hears the good old "things can get attached to you and follow you around" when messing around with supernatural things. This made her completely drop contacting the other side because this poor woman is already harassed by and followed by Blighters and Templars 24/7 365, okay? She doesn't need any ghosties or demons following her too. She finds the concept of the wendigo fascinating but has no plans to hunt one (unlike Jacob). The idea of werewolves makes her cringe because while she likes dogs the hearsay about werewolves having painful bone breaking transitions from human to wolf, disturbs her and fills her with sympathy for anyone who is one.

Arno Dorian - Ghosts? What ghosts? You mean the ones that haunt him on a daily basis? The ones that haunt him in his dreams? The ghosts of choices he didn't make, mistakes he made and regrets he has? Arno isn't afraid of ghosts. Not at all. Is interested in the anatomy of werewolves but is concerned about if they have parasites and fleas. (It is my own personal cannon that after the events of Unity a stray cat started harassing him like "Hey drunk sad human feed me". Eventually this led to Arno adopting the little furball). He thinks that wendigos are nothing special because they just remind him of customers at the Cafe Theatre hopped up on caffeine, he just stands there and is like "Madame/Monsieur calme-toi. Vous faites une scene." (Calm down. You're making a scene.) Doesn't put much stock in mummies but he is fascinated by the history of Ancient Egypt and their burial practices, he admires how so much care was put into their final goodbyes. People do in fact think that he is a vampire because look at him...I'll wait...enough said. He has the timeless sexiness of a vampire not to mention it just...suits him? He finds it amusing nonetheless and is actually flattered to be considered a "seductive master of the night". Werewolves he would just give them treats from the Cafe in hopes that they wouldn't bite him (Mademoiselle Whiskers - his cannon kitty - love bites him enough lol).

Bayek of Siwa - Somewhat accustomed to ghosts actually seeing as he is well acquainted with the Duat and members of the dead. He does take them there and deliver them to Anubis after all. Not afraid of them but does not want them to invade his personal life especially if they're the ghosts of the members of the order. (Man fought so hard to kill them all and then he might have to deal with them haunting him? No thank you. He's had enough.) CAN and WILL knock a vampires fangs out of their head if one ever tried to bite him because one: RUDE and two: he's not trying to catch immortality. He wants to go to the afterlife one day and I think we all know why. But besides that, he also has almost been bitten on numerous occasions by snakes, hippos, crocodiles, and even hyenas. Senu has NEVER bitten him (I refuse to believe that she even gives him love bites just lots of wing hugs, beak nuzzles, and she sees him as the sweet baby that he is so she cleans him like one lol). He gets a kick out of hollywood mummies and actually likes Boris Karloff in The Mummy, but all of the powers and curses and people being terrified of a dead body wrapped in linen strips gives him a little chuckle. He finds it quite silly to be honest. This man sees werewolves as big dogs and would probably befriend all of them because he seems like EXACTLY the type of man who has THE GIFT (aka the talent to befriend all animals). Man is a certified Egyptian Disney princess that Disney has denied us.

Desmond Miles - Man LOVES 80's horror change my mind but he does. That and 80's music so I'm not convinced that he'll scare easy. Not to mention the kind of life he lives as an assassin being in constant danger and living in paranoia with a lovely sauce of constantly looking over his shoulder (this poor baby I swear). Werewolves are cool to him because he loves dogs. Have a feeling that when Halloween rolls around, he busts out the old classics such as The Wolf Man with Lon Chaney (The Birds, Dracula, Abbott and Costello, etc). Vampires are cheesy but don't you DARE tell me that this man has not attempted to do the Dracula accent because he HAS. He's probably even binged vampire diaries (well what he could before ubisoft pulled a bitch move) and it's possible that he's even dressed up as a vampire too lol. His girlfriend lost her mind when he tried to kiss her with fake fangs in but they fell off making him a one toothed vampire lol. Ghosts aren't scary too him at all I mean...have you seen what he went through with the Bleeding Effect? Ain't no way he's phased by ANY kind of ghost that tries to do a little spooky brew haha to him. He'll just stand there exhausted with a cup of coffee as one tries to scare him and be like: "Great. What else is new?" Depending on which ancestor of his he's bleeding through the Bleeding Effect his reactions are a mixture of his own Desmond reaction and whoever he's bleeding.

[swanimagines]

ASSASSIN'S CREED AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FROM ASSASSIN'S CREED

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Jacob Frye

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway

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[voidselfshipp]

Myths cannot love.

Cw: starts off as a very toxic,one sided relationshipp. Mentions of parental death,obssesion, death by Burning alive. Its a dark one guys.

Summary: Haytham Is hopelessly in love with Jerico. Problem is,they arent who he thinks they are.

>only mutuals allowed to reblog.

The old church was cold and bathed in snow. The wood creaked with the wind,and there in the silence of the abandoned,empty building, there was little to see.

Connor found himself thrown on the ground when he stepped in,his father descending from the ceiling like an eagle pouncing.

--Any last words,connor?-- He asked.

--Wait!

--Poor choice...

--Step the fuck away from him-- said a voice behind him,almost crackling like the sun. It follows with the click of a flintlock and with the sliding of metal from a hidden blade.

Haytham sighed,and backed off with his hands in the air. He partially turns back,so he can catch in his periphery the view of his son. Always a precaution First.

--Ah,if it isnt you...Helios how nice of you to join us-- He offered a welcoming smile and a nodd with his hands raised and his hidden blade sheathed. He still thinks he can get them on his side. Obssesed much?

--She renounced that name Many milennia ago--their gaze hardens like a solar flare about to burst-- You'll do well to remember my name,Haytham, for it Will be on your death certificate.

The templar sighs and adds--Before we settle this like animals,I propone an allegiance. You want the supplies Church stole,I want to see him punished. Our interest allign.

--Vaguely-- Jerico bit.

--Or I can kill you both now

--Try me,tea boy-- They sneer.

Connor does snort at that,his fathers face of bewilderment is nothing short of hysterical. But he clears his throat-- Jerico...

--You cant be serious,Connor-- they give their boyfriend a look.

--Trust me-- He insists.

They Lower their weapons and a truce comes to pass. They track the whereabouts of the wagon that took the supplies and Church out of there. As Jerico helps Connor,Haytham watches with this obssesive look in his eyes.

Hes been meaning to get to them for so long.

--Any signs of She?--Haytham asked to his templar subordinates.

--None,master. Maybe shes yet to be born?

--Impossible- She appears in every major struggle. With the way things are unfolding here in the colonies she must-

--Hey,asshole!--Jerico barked, pulling him back to reality-- We found a direction to go,move it!

He follows as he shakes his head-- I wasnt expecting you to be so...

--So?--They turn to face him as the three trek across the heavy snow.

--Rebellious

They almost want to roll their eyes-- not so much for a proper Lady,that it? Well sorry if I dont conform to your idea of a savior goddess. Helios was the sun,nurturing as she was Burning. So get it out of your head.

Connor puts a hand on his partner's Lower back,murmuring something in his mother tongue. They seem to understand,and they go to take his hand that rests on their body.

Haytham sneers and looks past the snow covered trees.

He had spent years wondering if the stories are true,how she chose only those the purest of hearts to be their bethroted. He had seen,he had read about their Beauty,their kindness,the wonderful gift of being loved by her.

She was the sun,nurturing,warm and soft. The touch of her skin was as soft as rustling of leaves,where she Walked loved bloomed in her step.

Nights he spent imagining how her hand would feel upon his cheek. Her lips on his,his skin against hers. It was such an intoxicating thought.

Drunk on desire he wandered his mind,building upon the myths he had read.

--We're near the camp-- Connor announced.

--You go seek out Church. -- Haytham ordered.

--What about you?

--Never mind it. Go.

Jerico begins to walk,connor follows. But they wont trust the templar so easily,they split off,and the senior assasin follows after the senior kenway.

Silently they go across tree tops,Hiding in the evergreens where they can,scattering pebbles over snow to throw him off their track. It works,theyre quite surprised that that. This idiot should know better,but Perhaps the years are catching up to him.

They stalk,looking at him work his way around the camp.

Ita almost dissappointing that after ten minutes hes yet to catch up. It works in their favor,but god its embarassing. They need to make sure Connor doesnt turn out that way.

Meanwhile, Haytham walks unassuming and unaware. His hands are behind his back as he thinks about one of his previous encounters with Jerico, it was a troubling one.

Summer was slowly going out,there wasnt much time before mid september switched to autum. But today was the fourtheenth of september,and it was a special day.

He finds who he is looking for,hanging from a cloth of silk masterfully. Each end is wrapped around their feet, they move one leg over the other and the cloth circles their legs beautifully- they spin over themselves three times until they hang,and pull close to one of the sides of the cloths for balance.

A breath leaves them as they stabilize.

Jerico breathes in again and as they exhale they pull Open their legs further. Their lashes brush against those delightful cheeks when their eyes flutter close. They are unaware of the onlooker hiding behind the blooming bushes.

With a low voice,they sing-- Springtime in the city

The canal banks are empty again

The grass crying out to be heated by bodies

The streets for the laughter of young women and men

Canal boat and trolley

Wildflower and barley

And sweet do they sound.

Like a goddess' voice ebbing from their chest, blooming further with the lushness around. Perhaps this Is what sailors spoke about in mermaids, though this one sits at land.

Nymph,perhaps? Sweet Guardian of spring and summer. Turning twenty one wonderful years of existence,gracing this world with their kindness.

In the blink of an eye he stumbles over,taken by their Beauty. And in the blink of an eye a dagger is thrown between his legs,the blade brushing over his upmost inner thigh and cutting a line through it.

--There she is,the birthday girl-- Haytham said tried to not show how startled he was,and how terrified.

--Dios santo,not you again-- From their place, they still remain wrapped in cloth. Their eyes burn a hole through his head like a bullet made of heavenly Fire.

--Dont sound so dissapointed,love.

That kenway charm, and that accent.

Jeri rolled their eyes-- the fuck do you want?

--Merely to give you a gift,as I understand it its your birthday today. -- he steps closer,past the Bush and close to them. He offers a box wrapped in moss green paper,he sets it on the floor,away from the dirt. His gift a most precious offering.

--Templars giving gifts to assasins. Today is my birthday-- they look away and concentrate on their movements as they pull back from the cloth and hold their arms out-- Have you no respect for Connors mother?

--Pardon?--He asked-- what would you know about Ziio.

--That shes dead,burnt alive-- They began. Their coldness should not be confused with not caring. They care profusely,but they Will make it hurt. For Ziio-- By your precious Lee no less. Burnt half of Ratonhnhaké:ton's village, under your orders.

--What?!--Haythams eyes shot Open.

--Oh dont play dumb. Dont come to me looking for a bone because you wont get one!-- even with their voice raised they do not falter or slip from their pose.

--I- But I didnt know! I swear I didnt!-- He protested,dread and grief setting on his chest-- I had told him to stop looking for the precursor site! That it was fruitless...

--Well then,see how did that go for ya-- jeri opens their eyes and grabs the end of the cloth that faces their back--Without any respect,Father in law, go fuck yourself.

They unfurl from the cloth,spinning the opposite side they had originally spun. They then undo the wrappinga on their feet and fall to the earth,breathing in relief.

--I...didnt know. Of that you can trust my Word

Jerico snorted-- oh, well isnt that funny? A templar going rogue. -- they approach the box and look at the Man with their arms crossed over their chest-- what a gift.

Even goddeses can be cruel.

--Oh but what about this gift,haytham?--The way they say his name isnt coated with honey like he expected. It sizzles and drags him down underwater Like an anchor.

--Dont be so sardonic. -- he tried to bite with a shaking voice.

Kneeling on the ground they undo the wrapping of the paper, its soft against their touch. Within theres a box, quaint and of brown wood. They Open it to find a red Velvet inside,cushioning a beautiful necklace.

A golden chain,riddled with pearls that cascade like clouds. The pendant is a sun made out of a beautiful yellow jasper. It shines gorgeously under the sun.

Their eyes widen with surprise and they hold the gift with a lot more care than they intended.

They felt like they didnt deserve it.

--Its my gift to you,nothing more--Haytham knelt on the ground, pushing away the grim thoughts as best as he can. --A young Lady like you deserves beautiful jewelry like this.

Jeri meet his gaze, in their eyes is thankfulness,surprise,softness,but a tinge of something else. Like this isnt for them.

--Im not her,ill never be her. Helios is Long gone,Haytham-- They whispered,afraid any being in existence would hear.

He clicked his tongue and said-- nonsense,dear... If I May..?--He carefully takes the pendant from them with a gentle nodd. They stand there frozen as he leans over and fastens it to them.

When his rough hands met their soft skin,they felt goosebumps erupt across their trapezi. He smells their perfume,green Apple,jasmine,lemon...its intoxicating.

And his knuckles Gently brush against their chest as he guides the pendant to sit on where their sternum would be.

Theres this reverence to his gaze. A reverence to a goddess that long since left the temples, and that heeds no more the prayers. A goddess that has abandoned him.

--Beautiful-- His fingers push away the hairs that fall from their tight bun,the ones that brush against their trapezius. -- It looks gorgeous on you.

--Leave,Haytham-- they pulled away,face red-- Just leave.

He sighs,and gets up. He offers his hand but they bat it away--Happy birthday...-- he looks at them,how their breath falters and their shoulders Rise and fall raggedly.

Carefully he leaves. And when they are only one left to hear their own breath, they rip away the necklace and throw it on the floor,their breaths uneven as they scream with grief and agony.

Something burns inside of them,something dies inside of them.

And even though Haytham is not that far away,their wail falls on deaf ears.

Haytham sighed out loud as he stopped. He feels shame creep up on him like a centipede, each little leg brushing and breaking his ego.

--Youre going to hurt yourself up there-- he Turned to ser the hooded figure atop one of the leafless trees.

--Took you long enough to realize,old man-- they smirk,their eyes hidden by the shade of their hood.

--you look ridiculous,get down from there!

Jer snorted at the sheer irony,but before they can say anything, a Group of men approach. Church's men. The assasin hides,and Haytham is quickly taken- he barely put up a fight. Caught off guard,he Will say when alls resolved.

Connor ends up saving his ass,only to find that bell wasnt there either but guarded in an old warehouse in New York.

The three do what they must to sneak in- but Church and the supplies werent there either. Yet they did find an ambush- which ended in Haytham falling with Connor into the water as the building was set ablaze and the young assasin charged to break Open their escape route.

Jeri followed after once they heard both men splash into the water. They fall graciously like a dolphin,entering the River like a professional dive jumper.

When the two assasins and the templar get back on solid ground,Haytham's eyes are all over the female assasin as he grumbled

--Church Is a day ahead of us by now..--He tries so hard to stare but their clothes stick to their body a little. Connor silently stares daggers at his father.

--I have a ship-- concludes the younger kenway,wrapping an arm around his girlfriend-- come to the port when youre ready.

Both assasins walk away towards their destination. Jeri leans on their boyfriend's body and lowly adds.

--Pay him no mine,hes obssesed.

--He wont ever understand youre not her-- Connor growled,feeling jealousy and repulsion strike Him like a match is striked,lighting the Fire of his anger.

--He wont but thats his issue. -- they answer.

--But I have seen you,youre not comfortable- You hate it.

--I do-- they answered,leaning closer as the warm wind dries Their clothes-- but we can use this. Whenever we deem it necessary.

--If he tries anything,i Will bash his head in.

Jeri couldnt help but find it adorable-- feel free,little bear!

-♡-

The Aquila,the beautiful brig-frigate hybrid,it danced across the east coast sea beautifully in direction of the caribbean.

Haytham watched as the crew,superstitious bunch, treated the only woman aboard with Grace. He seethes with jealousy,why is his adoration denied and theirs appreciated?

The crew sings and drums along to the beat of the sea shanties.

As if his father's constant singing wasnt enough..

--I thought I heard the Old Man say

Leave her, Johnny, leave her

Tomorrow you will get your pay

And it's time for us to leave her

Happily do they all sing as the ship is set to full sail,Jerico dances around with one of the crewmates and smiles. Their boots hit the deck and they clap to the rythm.

Such joy in their face as they go along,their voice a gift to his ears--Leave her, Johnny, leave her

Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her

For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow

And it's time for us to leave her

Each clop of feet and each clap,his patience thinned one by one. Each sailor that took jericos hand to dance,each little smile they gave to connor.

Haytham fixes his hat as he throws it into the ring. Next time he is able,he swoops in for the dance. He gains a scowl,and he simply smiles and nodds.

--Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high

Leave her, Johnny, leave her

She shipped it green and none went by

And it's time for us to leave her

They are spun as the lyrics were sung,brought to the chest of the templar that even if he wasnt without his charms, they would kill him before accepting his advances.

Yes,he was handsome Man. The allure of somebody older,more experienced,was quite strong. And had they not been from opposite teams-and a deadbeat dad at that- they would have gotten along.

His hand placed on their waist as they spin and dance,he looked at them with that same old devotion.

A devotion to a goddes that was dead.

Jerico meets connors gaze who is trying to make his father drop dead from his glares alone. But an aidea came to mind thanks to the lyrics.

The female assasin does a movement with their hand,and he understands then. He steers the wheel so hard Haytham trips from the inclination, and with their swift steps jer dances away and up to where their boyfriend was.

And before Haytham can go after it, a crew mate pulls him for a dance much to his hummiliation. Which is just the icing on the cake.

Jer sits on the railing and shares a little knowing smile with their beloved,and then the voyage goes on uninterrupted as the song keeps being sung.

-♡-

Night had Fallen over the sea,the moon shone through clouds of thick storm. Theres a wind that bites a vicious chill,and the salt in the air makes lungs burn when its breathed in.

Jerico sits at the end of the deck,watching the ship rise up and down steadily. They mess with the necklace Connor had made them when they got together,they trace the beads soothingly.

Their mind wanders off,watching the gentle waves ebb and flow.

A fault in the system,Helios would have called it.

They werent supposed to remember.

Not each love before,no bayek,no Alexios and Kassandra,no altair, no ezio. Love wasnt supposed to be remembered,it was supposed to be re-experienced.

Clean slate,devoid of loss and pain,of joy and pleasure. Devoid of past friendships and formed families.

Yet still they remember,each and every little piece.

The adventures across Masyaf,the Grief of losing Khemu,the wild nights in Firenze,the quest across Konstantiniye.

Was then where something broke? When they saw altairs tomb? Was then when something in their genome snapped? Why do they remember? Why do they know?

Helios had made them- Herself- These reicarnations to be as close to human as possible. To sow love and experience love every time, with everything that came attached.

It plagues them in nightmares,because Helios died in flames from the sun burst- And never have they dreamed of a past life's gentle death. No,it has always been only a nightmare of angry,heavenly heat Burning them into death. And then nothing else.

Those moments of painful burning,of skin being teared appart,carbonized,they feel every second stretched into hours. They feel their tears fall and evaporate. They die,over and over again- they die with her.

They die with each lover they feel like they outlived. With each tomb and funeral they remember,each partner that passed- Each life they cant return to but long so deeply to do so. All the glamour,the adventures,the love- oh the love, it Will kill them in the end.

Everything, they remember everything.

Hence why Helios is dead- she burnt, theres nothing left to her but her visage and her history- written not by her hand- but by those that loved her.

In the end,only love remains.

But for them,only grief.

--Jerico..--The voice of Haytham comes with his steps-- what are you doing here?  Youll freeze yourself to the death or worse- Get sick!

They huff out like an angry horse-- Go fuck off, Haytham. I dont want you around.

He walks up to them,leaning on the handrail just like they are. --Jerico-

--Dont pretened you know who I am!-- they yelled,turning to him with glossy eyes-- Helios died!Shes dead! She burnt alive! She'll never love you!--they tear their throat out as they cry and scream,that grief Burning their throat.

Warm tears go down their face,reddening with each violent sob. Haythams expression is one of utter surprise and dread,his hands are up as if hes frozen mid action.

Their hands grip his collar and they yell--And she Will never love you! You are one of them like Minerva and Jupiter! You see humans as only slaves! She would have despised you. You know how I know? Because i remeber! I am broken!

Silence.

--I remember every. Single. Fucking. Moment.!--they growl in his face like a madenned animal-- I dream every night of when she was burnt alive,and I feel this utter yearning for all the lives I cant return to. When does the line between me and her blurr? You have never experienced that! You dont know how much it hurts

Haytham grabs them by the biceps and Gently brings them in for a hug. They are in so much pain,a pain that tears them down from their heart to the hearth of the earth.

Every day feels like they are dead- despite the love,despite the kisses Connor gives them. All the love they experience.

They remember,they are-

--Broken -- they heaved against his chest-- haytham I am broken.

--No,no dont say that. Youre not broken-- he cooed with this softness,this softness he didnt have with his son. And never will-- How could you be broken?

--Im not supposed to remember-- They say with a string of a voice,that shakes and cracks like an unstable foundation-- And I remember,all the love...and all the loss.

He looks at their weak form,they look so much like theyre made of flesh and bone and not sunlight and ancient knowledge. He kneels on the ground as they crumple into a heap of fractured memories and grief,he wraps them in this tight hug and his warmth- its so comforting.

And his cologne,its so nice on their senses. Hes comfortable,like a fine pillow. Oh they understand his allure, that robustness, the strength. The comfort they always sought- and never got.

They were a Runaway for a reason.

--Loss and Love are part of a humans life,dear-- He said softly,pushing away all those stray hairs that brushed against their face.

Theres a comforting quality to his touch that they dont remember him having...

--Now,we both know Helios wasnt human--  He continued,his accent soft as Velvet and intoxicating like alcohol-- The fact that you remember all that? It doesnt mean youre broken,it means youre human... you are what she made you to be.

--I miss them all...-- they whimper.

--But they were buried alongside your previous you- So say the history books.--He reassured,pulling their face back to stare at those gorgeous green eyes. They are slightly red with all they have cried-- But you left with them,not without them. Youre a gift from the old world...

"Its a gift to be able to hold you" his mind says,but his mouth silences.

His thumb cleaned away their tears,he watches them and he Gently pressed a kiss to their cheek.-- You are not broken,never. --He insisted-- You are gorgeous,and Smart... and so very special.

Jerico managed to smile and giggle, they Grab his wrists and pull his hands away. They sniff and say-- Cant believe im saying this,but thank you,Haytham.

--Its nothing,Jerico-- The name feels odd in his mouth,bitter. Hes so used to calling them Helios...

They shakily get up to their feet,and he stands up too. They say a quick goodbye,and go below deck to find Connor.

And as they leave,the templar feels like the sun is being taken away from him.

-♡-

Nights passed, and things changed little. Haytham and Jerico seemed to be a little more civil about eachother- But there was still much difference.

The moon above shone, spilling through the Windows of connors room. He was going to take the night shift,and his beloved would sleep it away.

But before he leaves,a conversation must be had.

--I dont want you to end up like your dad-- The female assasin said as they fix the neck of the mans assasin robes.

--What made you fear this?--He asked,his arms tightly around their waist.

--Just...an odd feeling. Dont end like your dad,Obssesed with an idea that Will never come to pass

--I know what you mean-- he said with empathy for the grief of his beloved,he has comforted them night and night again when the nightmares of helios death came.

--I just want to hear you say it. Promise me.

--Of course--He smiled to ease their pain-- I Will never become my dad,obsses with useless ideas that defy the reality. That defy death.

Jerico sighs in relief,and they get a sweet, gentle kiss. They kiss back and hold his face in their hands like a treasure,his warm palms rub soothing circles on their Lower waist.

In the silence of the night they hear second in command's Faulkner go below deck. Its time for Connor to leave.

--And about my father...-- he says softly-- if your heartstrings pull you to him,i wont object. I know your loyalty lies with me,and the Creed. But I want your heart to be free.

--Are you sure of this?--He nodded when they asked.

--Just a sinking feeling I had.

They snort-- Well,I cant help but admit your father has his charms. But you perfected them...--That makes him laugh.

He gives them one last kiss as his heart flutters,and tells them good night. Jerico goes to lay down when they are alone,and curl up in the sheets like a butterfly's cocoon.

Warmth wraps around them and they get ready to sleep and forget their boyfriends absence. The sway of the boats feels like the rocking of a craddle. Cozy,comforting-

Knock. Knock.

--Who is it..?!--They grumble.

--I was thinking about an exchange. A Kenway for another..--Comes the voice of Haytham.

Jer wants to blow a hole through the wall the bed is pressed up on.

--Come in,the Doors open. But be brief

Next thing they hear is the creaking of a door,soft steps entering and the door closing. They Open their eyes to see the older kenway,dressed in simple sleep clothes.

Okay,he does look hot.

--How ungentlemanly of my son to leave you all alone in this cold night-- He put his hands on his hips and his eyes settled on the figure between the sheets.

--A kenway for another you said? -- they snorted-- What do you want?

--Well,you need a Man to warm your bed.

They barked out a laugh-- Get out and go fuck yourself,Haytham.

--I had a feeling you might say that-- He grabs his shirt by the back and pulls it over his head-- Let me sweeten the deal,then?

Jeri has to stop their eyes from popping out of their sockets as his eyes settle on his fine form. His hair is loosened from his usual low ponytail and he grins like a smug Fox.

For a Man his age,he aged like fine wine.

They give his back to him and loudly say-- Fuck off! -- but their face is burning red. They knew Ziio was pretty,but Connor also inherited his father's looks.

They are silently begging the ship sinks down in this very instant.

--I Will leave if you ask me again-- his voice softened,no longer flirty.--Im no monster...

With a reluctant sigh,they shuffle to make space for him knowing they have Connors blessing.

--Was that so hard,little Lady?--He asked with a smirk,kicking off his shoes and getting into bed. Both have a few centimeters between eachother,but his roiling warmth still kisses their skin past their sleeping clothes.

--Im begging for Connor to cut your dick off.

He laughed -- im sure you are.

They press their back against his side,and he chuckles lowly like a purring cat and envelops them in a tight,protective hug. They lean against him and his face found the crook of their neck.

Warm breath against their skin- His warm breath...

--When you said a Kenway exchanged, I preffered Edward honestly. I remember how he was

Haytham rolls his eyes-- Listen. If- when the nightmares come,dont doubt to wake me.

Theres something to be said about him recognizing that these nightmares werent a possibility- They were fact,hard one at that.

--Youll feel me trash about. So ill probably wake you up anyway...

His lips pressed a gentle kiss to their shoulder,it soft- with a gentleness they didnt expect from him. It still feels like dead devotion,but he isnt forcing them to feel it- hes trying to be kind.

--Sweet dreams-- He says anyway,even if he knows this night wont be sweet.

--Sweet dreams.. --They close their eyes,and slowly drift Into slumber.

Few hours into the heart of the night do the nightmares come. The sheets and covers are moved as jer kicks about and trashes Like a fish out of water.

The first thing the templar feels is cold sweat against his chest,murmurs of pain and whimpers. His eyes flutter Open and he sees the girl trying to break from his grasp.

--Jerico...--He calls out softly,shaking them-- Wake up.

But all he gets Is more movement. --I...need...to save them. The sun- the sun-!

--Jerico...wake up!--He calls again,bringing them close to his chest as their fists softly hit his body.

--Ezio- Altair...the vault- Bayek- our son-!

--Jerico!

He shouts,and its then they wake. Breathing in and jumping to sit. They shake,and their body is coated in cold sweat, Haytham looks at them...so weak,so small.

It makes him want to protect them.

They turn to him,and blink with glossy eyes. He coos and says--Oh,you sweet girl..--He brings them in for a hug,feeling their body shake against him. He squeezed them his embrace-- the past is the past,my dear. Its gone,history...

--They are gone.

--But not without you. With you,with all the past yous-- He cooed,stroking their brown and gold hair-- My little gift,its the past. You are alive,not a burn on your self.

Jerico sniffs as they cry against his neck-- Oh,you...

He spends several minutes calming them down. And kisses the top of their head when they manage to cry everything out. He felt so bad for them,so burdened..

It never crossed his mind that a gods life could be so painful.

But in the end,jerico ends up falling back asleep against his chest. And he tucks them back into bed, hoping they get some proper rest- His heart shatters at the pain they show,at the grief.

One final kiss is pressed against the top of their head before he goes back down to sleep. And though in the morning hes gone,to avoid Connor effectively chopping his dick off,he does give them the kindness of leaving a cup of tea waiting by their bedside table.

Its comfort enough.

Connor could tell Jerico had another nightmare,but he was somewhat at ease knowing they werent alone through it. He would never see eye to eye with his father,but he was thankful where he wanted to be.

-♡-

When they finally found Church,hidden within another ship in the caribbean,he was dealt with swiftly. But the supplies are yet to be returned, so off they go the three of them into the islands to find them.

Haytham watches Connor hold Jericos hand,the gentleness that he does it with. The male assasin is a lot more steadfast in his love,but the tiny smiles he gives them- it means the world to jeri.

The heat was opressing, but still they trek.

To the templar,it was nigh unbereable.

But not for the two love birds as they go over him in the tree tops,over branches and v shaped tree Trunks. He swears jerico is singing something...

They return the supplies with swiftness and bloodshed. And by the time they make it to New York,Haytham soon realizes itll take a long time to win Jericos heart.

In New York,more pressing matters call for them- going after the loyalist commanders to put an end to the civil war. There was one problem.. all the information they had was that the soldiers were awaiting orders.

--And your contacts?--Jerico teased,leaning on Connors shoulder.

--Ive got nothing to show for it since im completely in the dark!--Haytham answered,reluctant and frustrated in a way that the female assasin found very funny.

--I thought templars had eyes and ears everywhere--Connor added,one arm slung around his beloveds waist and his other hand resting on his hip.

--We had,until you two started cuttin' them off!--He protested in a huff-- my informants said the soldiers are simply awaiting orders from their commanders...

--Thats it,then-- Jeri said with a cheery attitude.

--We go after the commanders-- Connor finished the thought,and Haytham seethed in silence at their synch. How come his son has it so bloody easy?

But still,off they went through the war torn,west district of NY.

--All these lives lost...over this senseless war...--Jerico gasped as they saw the funeral pyres and the delapitated, blown up building.

--All the more reason to stop them...--Haytham Added,Putting a hand on Jers back as both landed on the roof. Connor was close behind.

--Yeah,all the more reason-- Jeri has gotten a little meek at his attention,its started to feel almost comforting.

--Come on...-- Connor added,taking his beloveds hands and hiding them away from passing guards. Haytham is left to scatter like a bug to hide.

The last thing he needs,his son as competition.

At this burnt church,they find the commanders. Connor makes jerico go up first,as they scale he gives his father a look.

--You treat me like an animal!--the older Man protested

--You have a staring problem...--Connor finished before going up to meet with his beloved. His father shake his head and hisses out a sigh,following after them both.

At the top of the old,destroyed tower they hear the commanders speak. Haytham keeps a protective hand on Jers Lower back,and as he listens he notes theres nothing much of use. They are discussing over and over again if to send reinforcements or stay in NY to not risk exposure but risk defeat.

-- Theyre talking in circles-- Haytham growled,his voice gravelly this close to him. Jeri feels a slight shiver run down their spin-- We'll learn nothing of use,watching as we are...

There under the moonlight,the female assasin has to admit that he looks...soft,handsome.

--Then what do you propose we do? March in there and demand answers?--Connor bit, sarcasm and irony in his voice.

--well,Yes--the templar said,scaring both youngsters as he practically jumps from the platform. He kills two of the guards as he lands.

Jerico looks at their boyfriend as the guards tell "Ambush!". Both are baffled at the reaction,its so unlike the older kenway. What has gotten into him now?

--Connor? A little help here?--the Man asked as more guards sorrounded him,grasping muskets in their hands.

Connor rolls his eyes and murmurs a cuss Word in his Native tongue. He looks up at rhe Sky and shakes his arms in protest,jeri yells out something along the lines of "You deserve it, old Man!" Before them and their boyfriend drop down to help.

Tonight was going to be a long,long one.

After a fight,they round up the commanders. Rain begins to fall,probably extinguishing what fires remain around the still smoldering ruins.

--We'll bring them to my quarters at Fort George and see what secrets they might share--The templar announced,tying up the wrists of one of the commanders.

Jeri felt their heart leap at the idea,their face warms up at the admittedly not pure thoughts that cross their head. They fail to notice as one of the Captives gets free of their bindings and begins to run.

--Really?!--Haytham complained in a way the assasin found funny. --Well you best get after him,then.-- he said to his son.

--You go,ill watch the prisioners...

--No,you do it.

--Why me?

--Because I said so! Now go!

--Theres no time for this!--Jerico interrupted--Connor,you go. Ill watch him

The male assasin gives his father a stern,stern look and he runs after the fleeing captive. There in the quiet of the night and the slight rumble of the storm,Jeri turns to the older Man.

--You have that look again,like youre going to give me a lecture.

--because Im about to--they sneered-- this is the second time you have acted like the uncuestionable father to Connor. Let me remind you that you werent there for no parts of his life,so step back.

--Excuse you?

--You heard me.

Haytham looks at jerico,they glare back at him with the anger of the gods. He sighs and relents, leaving the matter be.

Eventually they get to Fort George,Haytham opens the door of this interrogation room for the cautives but he does a little reverence as Jeri steps in. It makes them giggle,which makes his heart soar.

The commanders are tied to Chairs,and eventually their third friend gets there. Jeri pressed a kiss to connors lips as they went outside to ensure nobody interrupts.

But they must admit,hearing Haytham being scary was kind of- pretty attractive. But their little pinning moment is quickly interrupted when they hear father and son arguing over if Haytham should have Killed the commanders or not.

Jerico would never admit it, but Haytham was right. In this battle,in this lifestyle, they all tiptoed on the blade of an unseen attacker- It all depends on who strikes first- You or your enemy. And sometimes to Keep plans intact,to stay alive,you must kill the messenger.

Many times them and Connor have Argued over it, but it was all about how you saw life- especially this lifestyle. In the end,they agree to disagree.

Haytham storms off as he says-- Ill meet you both at Valley Forge--,but he does spare a glance to Jeri and winks,putting his hat briefly on his chest before leaving.

Butterflies fill the female assasin's stomach. They want to giggle and kick their feet- hes a charming bastard just like Edward was. Some things just run in the family...

-♡-

Shit had hit the fan the moment Haytham,connor and Jeri found the tent of Washington. Not only had the Man ordered an attack on connors village but also Haytham knew.

A verbal fight came,and Jerico now realized the monster the older kenway truly was. They see it then,and Haytham knows they can see it too. Dread settles on his chest then.

They rummage for something in their pockets,and finally find a grasp over the chain of the object but also their feelings.

Rising it up,they show off the gifted necklace. The Stone and pearls glimmer in the lighting of the storm.

--You kept it...?--The templar asked,with this child like hope. A hope that is short lived-- Wait- what are you doing?

Jeri throws it to his feet and spits on his boot. --You can fucking keep it.

Connor warns both the commander and the templar to not follow them,or he Will kill them both. He feels his girlfriend take his hand and tug him along, there was no time to waste.

Haytham watched them go,and his eyes fell to the muddying necklace. He leans down to Grab it and hold it like its a beating heart. The hook used to fasten the jewelry piece around the neck was broken like somebody had ripped it off with violence.

That scream had Fallen on deaf ears,but now it echoed in the storm and in his mind. The anger and grief of a dead goddess.

-♡-

Haytham returned to his home,holding still that necklace. He sat on his bed with a box,he looked at it and had a moment of asking himself if this was a good use for such a thing. Such a Powerful think he was entrusted with.

The latches on the box are undone,the lid pulled back, to reveal the Apple of eden, humming with power. Helios had destroyed outsider knowledge about her,no temples, no artifacts.

Placing his hand on it, he breathes out.

--Tell me about helios...--He said under his breath,the light of the Apple comes to life in geometric shapes. It fills his rooms with math he can only dream of comprehending.

But then he sees the light sway like a flame,and it wraps around his hand- and its in the shape of a hand too. Of delicate fingers,elegant And thin. His eyes widen,and he feels pulled into the Apple.

Slowly he blinks,his vision fuzzy and doubled. The air smells of jasmine,vanilla,fresh bakes goods and tea..

Into view comes this beautiful Palace,lush with greens and filled with animals- Some hes seen and others he hasnt.

--Oh dear! There you are-- Comes a sweet voice,energetic,youthful.

--What-?--Haytham looks as a woman approaches,beautiful and tall- Eight feet tall.

She wears revealing clothes of shiny gold,a crown of sunlight draped with greenery. Jewelry of gold and a veil behind their head. Brown and gold hair worn loose,porcelain skin filled with bright yellow marks that were symmetrical on each side of their body,but looked like plants.

A heart shaped face,pale skin,smells of jasmine,lemon and green Apple...

--Helios...?--He asked,his breath gone and his face warm.

--Indeed!--Their voice sounds odd,Like this is a memory and not reality. Its hard to tell...-- come,its tea time...

They Gently take his hand and guide him to a nice sofá,curling Like a tree. The Velvet its made out of is green,the furniture made of polished Woods. He sits,eyes widened with surprise.

--My- My goddess- im- --His words falter as he takes their hands in his.

Helios face contorns with disgust-- oh please dont call me that. You know I dont like it-- Her hands settle on his thighs and she leans in,pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

His face goes red,he reaches for her and cups their face in his hands. She giggles and pull back with ease too-- eat,drink...im happy youre here...

--You...You are?--He is a grown Man,why the fuck is he faltering so much? Why is his heart beating out of his chest?

--Well,ive been waiting for you...-- she hands him a cup of tea,some nice baked goods. They smell delicious,so sweet...fresh. like nothing hes had-- Ive had my eye on you for a while,dear.

--Its...an honor. Ive been looking for you too,I was afraid I wouldnt live to meet one of your- Clones is it?--He asked,taking a sip from his tea. Oh,its heaven sent-- My father met your last iteration but i-

Helios listens attentively,her hands hold her own cup and she drinks-- Well,thats an interesting story. Not..sure why you would speak of clones- there are no clones.

--Am I...in the era of the precursors?--He asked.

Helios shook her head-- doesnt matter,you wanted to know about me...

Setting his Cup on the coffee table,along with his snacks, he sits on his knees to reach her. His gaze softens,his hands are unsure on what to do-- if I May..? Please,say yes.

--Oh,i can never refuse your kind-- she brings him to his lap with ease,his hands trace her waist. The material of her bustie corset smooth and cold, then her hips as he squeezes them in his grasp.

--Youre beautiful, your clones too-- he mumbled, his pupils dilatating. She smells so sweet,she is so warm..-- so soft,so pretty...--His face pressed against her chest,his hands finding ways to slip underneath her clothes to press against more skin.

She laughed at his actions,indulging Him in his touch. Her hands kneaded his back,loosening the tension. He sighs and kisses across their chest,murmuring in his drunken stupor all manner of compliments.

--Handsome little human...--She breathed,messing with the ends of his clothes. -- I always wanted to be just like you,treated just like you...

Oh,he should have come here with offerings. Whatever his Lady wants, chocolate,flowers jewelry...he feels this euphoria in his chest when her lips kiss across his face and body, but never his lips...

--My Lady?--He asked,his voice is low and gravelly. Theres a warmth clinging to his stomach, sends the ends of his hairs to stand. This ambrosia that clouds his judgement,that makes his body light.

--Oh dont call me that!--She insists,her breath on his hair-- I dont like it..

--Sorry- its just...-- he looks up with fear,worried hes upset his goddess.

--You're no less than me,dear human...-- Her voice tries to soften-- You shouldnt be born to be slaves...to follow orders.

--Not slaves,but humanity needs shepherds..

--Oh dont say those things,you sound just like all the other Isu. I despise them..-- she growled. But then it melts away as his lips press kisses to their trapezius. --I hope that idolatry doesnt get passed down to you,sweet humans... I would hate anyone who stands by the others...

--Never...dont be silly-- He lied,his heart beating out of his chest. --Please,I want to hear about you,never mind the others...

His hands mess around,feeling and groping And touching where he can. Her giggles are Many as she recalls things he already knows about her,shes unable to go into detail- But hes so drunk on her he cant bring himself to ask why.

Her lips press against his shoulder,her warmth so wrapped around him like a blanket. Hes shaken off his coat,his shirt and vest halfway undone. He swears hes taken off her clothes but they still appear to be on.

But he can work around it.

--My Lady- Helios...-- he called out,seeing those gorgeous green eyes that meet his. She smiles at him like hes the only thing in the world,it makes his body so warm. --Allow me to be so lucky as to...

The world around him is a blurr,theres nothing else he cares for but this. Being able to love this goddess infront of him,thats holding him like hes a treasure.

For the tenth time,he tries to pull down the shorts that hugged her hips from underneath her skirt. But her hands wrap around his wrist. Her eyes are clearer now,its odd- Its not dream like.

--Haytham...--Her voice cuts through his intoxicated mind-- words of wisdom. To quoteth the raven,Nevermore.

His vision begins to blurr,the sensations are gone. The smell grows distant,his sight a mess,the world around him falls to black.

And then...hes back.

--What? No- No!--He grips the Apple of eden-- Take me back! I wasnt finished.

With a thin layer of cold sweat,his clothes stick to his body. His breath is ragged, his body feels light. He feels like a mess,he probably looks like one.

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He drops the object and holds his head,begging to be returned to that haven. Hes lost,hes lost her- He cant return,that paradise is lost.

Tears come down his cheek,and his mind wanders not at Helios- But to Jerico. Oh,were they okay? Theyre capable but..oh he worries...he worries so.

Twice hes lost them,only once he could have done something to prevent it.

-♡-

Jerico had let their mind wander as they ride to the Mohawk village. They remember their life with Edward,he was a stubborn Man that took an interest to Helios- But he never obssesed,he Always stayed in the present.

He said time and time again that he had Fallen in love with the person he met- not the one they were. And oh they still remember the surprise of learning who they were.

Why now? Why is it them that remembers and not their past selves?

Blissful ignorance, really. They wish they had known it in this lifetime.

--Youre quiet-- Connor said softly, holding their hands that met around his waist. Their chest pressed against his broad back-- Whats bothering you?

--The past...-- they answer -- how your father treats me...it hurts. Ill never be her..

He nodded-- And thats a good thing,you'll be yourself-- He looked at them over his shoulder-- My dear,dont become trapped in the past.

They sulk into themself-- Im doing the same as Haytham,arent I?

--Yours is understandable. It was your past lives-- He reassured-- But id like you to think of this present time.

Jerico nodded,pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. It makes a shiver run down his spine and they giggle-- Im happy to be here with you,to have you.

--Im so lucky to have you-- he answered-- And im so lucky to have your love in return.

They laugh and squeeze him-- I love you too.

In this moment of grim uncertainty,there was love. They May remember their love lost,but right now they wont forget the love they are living in this time. What a beautiful thing.

Each person loves in their own unique way,so the love they are experiencing now is one of a kind. Jerico allows themself to focus on that,and presses further against their love.

Despite it all,they have love. So much of it...

-♡-

[September 5 the battle of Chesapeke Bay]

In the victory that ensued, Jerico and Connor directed the ships towards Fort George to blow its walls and give them an opening. Yet in the scuffle,both assasins get separated.

Connor ends up in a battle with his dad,a bloody recrimination of could have beens and ideology. Father against Son,the stuff of legends and stories.

Jerico catches up in the Nick of time,when Haytham overpowers connor. There is something in them that stirrs, perhaps they had Fallen in love with the idea of someone. Of a gentleman,of a flirty scoundrel.

But there was only one way to find out.

They charge and body Haytham to the ground. The older Man groans in pain,as the cannons still ring from afar and the male assasin gets to his feet.

--Jerico...--the templar gasped,eyes losing focus from the lack of air and the exhaustion of the fight. He heaves for oxygen,the blood on his face drying in the hot night of summer.

--Haytham...-- they breathe out,their knee press against his chest and their hidden blades are out- Yet they dare not strike-- you saw her,didnt you? I could feel it.

--Youre right,shes gone...

--She is...--They nodd,eyes glossy.

--She wouldve never loved me anyway...--His voice is low-- And I...was a fool to put you through all I did.

Jerico sighs,and signals Connor to go after Lee. They Will handle this.

The male assasin goes,though hes worried still. But time was of the essence,and there was little to do right now. Perhaps this was something for them to handle,and not him.

--I accept your apology.

--Perhaps all this time...I should have focus less on learning about the past..--His hand reaches for their cheek,his thumb strokes it Gently-- and learn more about you,instead.

Jer pressed their forehead to his-- There is still time. Youre Edwards son,i cant bring myself to kill you.-- They close their eyes as they feel his arm go around their waist,a comforting Weight-- Ill tell you one thing about Helios, she knew when to be merciful.

--I dont deserve your mercy.

They pull back Gently,and as the proximity decreases, Haytham feels the need to pull them closer again. But they help him to his feet,and Carry him out of danger.

They couldnt bring him to the Homestead or Achilles would die right then and there. So,they bring him somewhere else.

Somewhere private.

In one if the Summers, jerico and Connor had made a nice tree house near the homestead. They took good care of it and it was quite liveable all things considered.

With some effort they help Haytham go up to the tree house and lay him down in bed. They go back to the homestead to get medicine from the woman taking care of Achilles,and then they return to the templar to heal his wounds.

Not a Word from the Man other than his pained breaths,they mend what they can and sit beside him. Their hands stroking his hair.

--I realize now I was a fool-- Haytham says, voice low. Hes so tired-- I fell in love with an idea, not with the person I had Next to me--His hand pressed against their thigh.

--I fell in love with an idea of you,so I suppose we're even-- they half joked,and he smiled a little.

--Can we start again?

--Just like sunrises,of course.

Very slowly,and not listening to Jers warnings,he sits up and takes their hand. He kisses their knuckles and smiles.

--Haytham Kenway,at your service.

The female assasin laughs,squeezing the hand in their grasp-- Jerico Aguilar,pleasure to meet you.

Gently he brings them in for a tight and loving hug. Their hands settle firmly on his back and the sigh,slowly relaxing into his arms. He does much the same and both stay in silence for hours,holding eachother like this.

Its no surprise that Haytham falls asleep from the exhaustion of the battle before. But they lay him down in that bed,and Keep at his side until Connor returns. They knew he already knew what they had done.

-♡-

September 14th,1781.

Jerico found themself in the forest,a green cloth hanging from a tree above. They prepare to climb it, and start their usual routine of tricks And dance.

Today was a special day. They had awaken to a fresh pair of sunflowers on their bedside table,and chocolates Next to their cup of tea.

It took them a moment to decipher who had left them there.

Connor had a habit of giving gifts by the end of the day,so this must be Haytham. Achilles just gave them an awkward hug,and a few kind words in his own way. They were like his own kid after all.

--I dont mean to Interrupt-- Came a british accent from nearby. The form of Haytham,still healing but alive,approached with a tender smile.

--Haytham,good morning-- They smile,and meets him halfway.

--Happy birthday,Dear.

--Thank you.

He grabs something from his pocket,keeps it hidden between his hands. He steps a little closer so the edge of his hat brushes against the top of their head.

--I know its not polite to re-gift things. But at the time I was giving this to the wrong person,a person that didnt exist-- he opens his hands to reveal that beautiful necklace-- I give this to you,To the Real Jerico. The assasin,the Runaway from the spanish colonies,the young woman of flesh and blood here in this moment.

Jerico feels their eyes gloss over,and they Gently Grab the necklace-- You fixed the hook...--They chuckle and he nodds with a tiny smile. They put it on and let it sit against their chest-- I like it a lot more now..

--Im glad.

They Gently cup his face and cant help but appreciate how taken aback he looks. He doesnt get a Word in before his lips meet theirs,and his heart begins to beat fast.

He kisses back and cups their face,his eyes closing as he drinks them in. Theres a warmth in his body that is disorienting,but he welcomes it as hes tugged closer.

Jeri feels the Mans strong arms hug their waist and pull them flush to him. His cologne wraps around them like a scarf and the world matters little to them now. What a sweet,sweet kiss.

When they pull back,their gazes meet. Theres something different now,something has changed for the better.

--My...--Haytham breathed out-- I could have the sun right infront of me and id still stare at you...

They giggle,a Love filled sound that makes him smile with all the softness in the world-- I outshine the sun?

--You always did,love.

He gives them another kiss,brief but still so loving.

--Ill let you get back to it,I dont want to bother-- he Gently pulls back,and they Grab his bicep.

--No,Stay. I like to have an audience-- They smile and he chuckles.

--Im so lucky.

The embrace is broken,and jeri returns to the green cloth hung upon a tree. Haytham sits on the dirt and brings his knees to his chest,watching with content.

He realizes now,gods arent thing that can be touched,myths cant love. But he can love the person right infront of him,and hes done wasting time on the past. And its so much better to love someone who can love him back.

[pacentia]

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Pairing: Ratonhnhaké:ton/female!reader (established married relationship)

Words: 1.444

Notes: this is nsfw pregnant gratuitous smut with Connor Kenway. 10 years ago I was a fangirl, still a fangirl today.

Cosy and romantic is what would describe Davenport manor best in this strong winter weather. You had Ratonhnhaké:ton to thank for this. Your husband had built, improved and provided everything your home needed to bring your child into this world.

Your little one had been a deliberate and well thought out choice. The both of you knew a child and the Assassin's guild were not compatible, so you both left this life in the past to begin a new one - Ratonhnhaké:ton as protector of Homestead and you as Head of trade. There were no more visions of the Nexus, so you assumed that your duties had been fulfilled.

The community of homestead had prospered after all those years - from 10 people to around 50 men, women and children. This sense of community is something your man needed. He cared about everyone - he was there to make your community feel safe. Though now, you were at the top of his worries.

You were seven months along and with each passing month he fussed more than the last one. You should be warm enough. Your blankets should be soft enough. Of course, you didn't mind- this was how Ratonhnhaké:ton showed his love to you. Sunken away in thoughts, you didn't hear him come in downstairs as you lay bare underneath all your soft blankets in your large bed.

"Hello love," his soft voice greeted you, while his leather cladded hands sneaked up to your full belly. His lips pressed against your forehead. "Did you rest well?"

You hummed and nodded, inviting him to come lay beside you. The broad man rose from beside you to undress, discarding his heavy winter coat, unbuttoning his shirt until he was left in his undergarments. His arm wrapped around your back, so that your head rested underneath his chin.

"Trouble today?" You asked about his day.

"No," He answered. "I taught Maria's son how to set up animal traps though. He wanted to learn."

You smiled and pressed a kiss to his neck, your fingertips tracing over the defined muscles of his stomach. You loved hearing about his stories with the villagers. These were ordinary interactions really, but all those people truly looked up to him. There was only respect for your husband in this place, unlike his experiences with the people in Boston.

You shifted to lock eyes with his hazel ones and nuzzled against his caramel skin. "And, did he like it?" You asked.

He hummed, "He wanted to see the frontier afterwards, but Maria was not so keen on that."

You chuckled, "I miss the frontier as well."

"I know," Ratonhnhaké:ton answered softly. His free hand softly cupped your full belly. He knew you missed exploring the massive woods of the frontier but you had both decided that it was too dangerous after your encounter with a large pack of aggressive wolves in your second month along.

"Soon, my love." He promised. "But for now, I provide for you."

A warm heat welled up in your lower belly from his caring words. A flush spread among your cheeks. You were a fully independent woman - at least before pregnancy - but knowing you could fully rely on this strong, handsome man made you feel weak in the knees.

His hold on you got a little tighter and his free hand gently started rubbing over your stomach. The air in the room grew hot and your hips shifted in response. Ratonhnhaké:ton was well aware that certain things he said - or did, held sway over your body.

His large, calloused fingers made his way slowly to the apex of your thighs, which made you automatically part your legs for him. You gasped when he cupped your sex - his fingers gliding over the wetness of your lips. An audible gasp escaped your lips, burying your face in his neck. The manly musk of pine and sweat heightening your senses.

His fingers ever so softly glided over your entrance, spreading the wetness over your sensitive bud until you were a soaked mess. The native man knew just how to pleasure you, his dripping fingers playing, circling and teasing your clitoris. You held him close, moaning his true name in pleasure. Eventually the blanket grew far too hot for both of you, and you lay completely bare for him.

His palm pressed on your clitoris as his thick fingers snaked down, waiting right at your entrance. "Please - Ratonhnhaké:ton, i need you inside-"

He shushed you and made you look at him, his soft lips pressing against you, his tongue raking yours. "Yes, love. I need to prepare you first." A grin spread across his lips - which made you moan in return. You caught his large member twitch in his undergarments, and you didn't hesitate to pull them down - revealing his heavy 9-incher, oozing precum.

He knew you weren't a patient woman, so he plunged two of his thick fingers inside your sex - making your legs shake and his member leak even more. You moaned loudly, obscene sounds of sopping wetness filling the bedroom. He started pumping his fingers in and out, muscles in his arms flexing beneath his shining dark skin.

"You look so beautiful," He groaned in his deep and lustful voice. "So full with my child." He whispered in your ear, as his fingers plunged so deeply. His primal words did it for you, and a hot surge exploded in your tummy. Clear white liquid squirted all over his expert fingers and hands, soaking the sheets together with it. Your husband did not hesitate to taste his two fingers that were inside you, and sucked your cream off of them. He hummed in response, and enclosed his large member in his palm, coating himself with your sex juices. "Like honey," Your man groaned.

Immediately you pulled him in for a deep kiss, tongues intertwined - tasting yourself on his lips. You hadn't enough of him and you needed more- needed him really inside of you. Unable to wait any longer, you pulled his big body on top of you and begged him to take you. At once he indulged you, coating his thick cock with saliva and pressed his flush cockhead into your sex.

You were sure you entered heaven when you felt his thick cock slide deep inside you, your walls spreading to accommodate his impressive girth. He muttered expletives in his native tongue, setting a firm grasp on the flesh of your hips, careful not to hurt you in any way. You grasped for anything, the sheets, your pillow, his muscled arms - anything to hold onto to brace for impact as he entered you. His hips pressed deep inside you - all the way, until he was nestled right against your womb. He couldn't help himself but to stay there a few seconds and touch your body - the body of his Goddess - your breasts, your swollen belly, your legs in the air - your feet pressed his defined chest.

"Please, Ratonhnhaké:ton - please fuck me." You moaned desperately. Of course, your lover complied and started pistoning his strong hips inside you. You threw your head back in pleasure, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him. His dark skin possessed a light sheen of sweat, and each time he fucked himself deep into you, you watched the muscles, sinews move beneath his beautiful skin. His teeth gritted with each thrust and growled like a beast, while his hazel eyes focused on your body.

Your fingers found your clitoris, and the only thing you could think of was cumming for him - he always wanted you to finish first.

"Please cum, my love. I want to feel you cum on my big cock." He moaned in heat, pounding you into the bed. You bit your lips and nodded, focusing on the bodily pleasure he was giving you, his big cock deep inside you, firm in his hold, completely his. You cried out his name and your walls contracted around his large member, coming undone for your husband.

Your man couldn't last any longer and pinned both your hands above you, leaning over your body to kiss you. His strong abdomen flexing against your pregnant belly, releasing a deep groan against your lips - spilling his warm seed deep inside you. You could feel him twitching, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through his body.

His body completely engulfed yours, not yet leaving from inside you. He nuzzled your forehead, peppering kisses against your jaw. A big hand caressing your stomach ever so carefully. "Konoronhkwa" he whispered. "I love you too" You smiled blissfully, drifting away in a peaceful and deep sleep.

[setaflow]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms, 10 Tags

Good morning!

Tagged by @ghostoffuturespast on my main blog and both @seeker-of-truth and @ouroboros-hideout on my sideblog-- for the sake of keeping everything jointed I'll post this on my main lol.

Buckle in folks this one's a doozy.

Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton (Assassin's Creed III)

Even as the years go by, Connor was the character I made a Tumblr account for and pretty much the only reason I bother still paying attention to Assassin's Creed as a franchise anymore. I was there, man. I was there when everyone in the fandom and their mothers hated this guy, but I will still defend him even with my goddamn life. Characters that go through intense tragedy after intense tragedy and still come out the other side gentle and optimistic are my lifeblood.

2. Johnny Silverhand (Cyberpunk 2077)

(People who follow me for my sideblog make a Surprised Pikachu Face at this placement) My gross rat bastard man I love you I hate you I love you. An intensely tortured character with arguably more negative personality traits than positive ones, but who he is and even why he is is so engaging and tragic that you almost forget he's supposed to be getting on your nerves for most of the game's runtime. Damn you Keanu Reeves and your effortless dorky charisma.

3. Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Arthur baby you deserved the world. An insanely complex character with gray morals and a jaded worldview who could never do right no matter how hard he tried until the one moment where it mattered most. I loved John in RDR1 and didn't really expect to get so attached to Arthur, but R* truly did grab me by the shoulders and said "Bet, bitch". To this day, the fact that I never finished that 200k+ word OC fic disguised as an Arthur character study still haunts me.

4. Korra (Avatar: The Legend of Korra)

As someone who'd watched the original Last Airbender series as it aired when I was a kid, I was super excited for a female Avatar when the series was announced back in...god, was I in high school? The point being-- when the show started really hitting it's stride with Korra's character in season 3 I was beyond hooked, and I loved season 4 probably a lot more than I think I should've, but MAN, was it a fun ride. Korra is a character and a show that both got severely panned and honestly I think once you get out of the mindset that you aren't watching Aang 2.0 you'll have a much funner time.

5. Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Maybe not as much in later seasons when they really leaned off his popularity + Joe Keery's charisma, but lemme tell y'all season 2 Steve had me in a bonafide stranglehold for two years. "Character stepping up to a leadership role and then getting forcibly adopted by the people they're leading" is one of my favorite tropes and the reason that it worked so well in S2 is partly because the concern of Steve still kinda/sorta had the potential to swing back towards being the bully archetype he showed shades of in S1, so you got to see his relationship with the kids start off as kinda selfish but grow into a genuine protectiveness. GOD this was a top tier man y'all! We had it so good!

6. Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Maybe this is coming off the fact that my roommate and I literally just finished binge watching B99 for like the fifth time? But I forgot how much I actually really liked Rosa. One of the best sitcom deadpan snarkers of recent years and I personally liked that they affirmed that she didn't need to see herself settling down to be happy. I'm glad this role basically launched Stephanie Beatriz's career because she truly is the unsung hero of this show's comedy and heart and never really gets enough credit for it imho.

7. Melissa Schemmenti (Abbott Elementary)

Every single time I watch Abbott Elementary. Every. Single. Time. Someone looks at me when Schemmenti appears on screen and goes "Wow, she acts a lot like you do!". And I have to sigh and nod and pretend I don't see it lol. Though unfortunately our differing football opinions means we would probably end up in a fistfight.

8. Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

I will never forgive the VLD showrunners for dropping a nuke on Shiro's character development. Seasons 1-2 Shiro was some of most fun I've ever had following a protagionist's journey to conquer his inner struggles and solely for that, I still have a massive soft spot for him. Dreamworks think about how you massacred my boy and feel bad for it.

9. Benjamin "Benji" Ovich (Beartown Series)

This gif is from the HBO Nordic series (haven't watched it, desperately still want to, don't know if I even can at this point lol), but I'm specifically talking about Benji from the Beartown book trilogy. He evolves into the series deuteragonist alongside Maya and god, he is just such a tragic character who deserves all the world and more. Go read Beartown and scream at me for it.

10. Joey Tribbiani (Friends)

"Characters I See a Lot of Myself In 2: Electric Boogaloo". Joey is the best friend in the entire cast there I said it. Honestly my ideal relationship is a funny overly-assured man who loves the New York Rangers, loves his friends intensely, and has dumb himbo energy. The loud Italian family is just an added bonus.

Uhhhhh who hasn't been tagged yet sorry guys I was late to the party on this one lmao.

[captain-kit-adventuress]

Of course it doesn’t matter how late to the fandom or how old the games you like are as long as you have fun doing so that’s all that matters in my opinion. Games are there to be played for all time they’re timeless masterpieces for people to enjoy.

Yes Keep Posting, I encourage you to. Glad I could reassure and remind you, it means a lot to me that my words had a positive effect on you. Truly it does.

Which are the older games in the franchise that you like? In terms of old I like Black Flag, Rogue and AC2/Brotherhood in no particular order. What’s yours?

I'm hardpressed to pick one or even a few. I like them all for different reasons, and each of the games means something a little different to me. Even Unity, which I mostly loathed, I will begrudgingly admit had some merit to it.

I think my favourites are AC3, Syndicate, and Rogue, in no particular order. They're definitely the ones I replay the most, and there's no topping Haytham Kenway or Evie Frye. In fact, I firmly believe that the Kenway saga should have gotten one entry each, especially as Ezio got three for himself. It was a mistake to combine Haytham and Connor/Ratohnhaké:ton, and I would have liked to see Desmond's story and choices fleshed out even more, especially in the wake of Lucy and Monteriggioni; I still really miss Desmond from pretty much every game. And GIST! I love that guy. I don't care one iota that his voice is so anachronistic, he's perfect, though I wish we'd had more time with Munro. The Morrigan > the Jackdaw.

Still gotta laugh at the horse butts in AC3, though. 😂

[fromashesweriseuphiddenones]

My top ten assassins playable

1) Ezio Auditore da Frenze

2) Altaïr ibn-La'Ahad

3) Bayek of Siwa

4) Arno Victor Dorian

5) Connor Kenway

6) Basim

7) Evie Frye

8) Aya

9) Jacob Frye

10) Edward Kenway

[teecupangel]

Normally, Desmond is sent back in time to mess with things.

But what if it wasn't him?

Like, maybe Desmond couldn't go back in time himself but he could, in the split second he touched the apple, send someone else.

What if one of his ancestors went back in time? (Upon their deaths or something.)

I imagine a young Altair (who might be using a fake name) running around Italy with a tired Ezio following like a worried mother hen. (No, Claudia, he is not hovering he is just concerned) He ends up taking Altair under his wing (No, Claudia, it is not adoption.)

Or maybe Altair ends up in Bayek's time, Oh! Or Connor in Ezio's time. (Edward and Ezio would either get along badly or be too powerful if they were together in the same time period.)

These boys ruin the timeline and somehow save the world/future by simply stumbling through everything with no clue what's going on. and of course the power of friendship and really sharp blades.

Desmond and Clay are laughing their asses off in the afterlife as their ancestors destroy centuries worth of carefully calculated plans. (They might also manipulate things a little to help.)

And the time traveling ancestors for the most part, are doing the best they can in their current situation.

They are freaking the fuck out the whole time but are excellent at hiding it.

Poor Ezio.

(No, Altair, you can't kill that person because that have information we need, yes, I'm sure, Claudia don't encourage him.)

Well… How about we add some… ‘order’ to the chaos?

Desmond only had a fraction of a second to send his ancestor back in time.

And he hesitated.

He didn’t know which one to send.

Should it be Altaïr? Altaïr always felt like he would find out what to do even if he was given only minimal clues.

But Ezio was his prophet, the one he had been with the longest…

Ratonhnhaké:ton though… he deserves answers. He deserves the truth.

And when he woke up…

In that endless sea of gray…

The first word he heard were…

“’Morning. Which fucked up timeline do you want to hear first?”

Desmond sat and blinked as Clay stood before him, arms crossed with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Uuuhh…”

“Do you want to hear about how Edward Kenway managed to save his grandson and his grandson’s mother from the fires that should have killed her?” Clay asked before adding, “Oh… and he’s learned that his son’s a Templar by the way. At least, one of his old friends believe he’s actually Edward Kenway. If you think the Kenway Family Drama is bad when you were reliving Connor’s memories, then you gotta see the top tier drama that’s happening with Edward and Haytham right now.”

“Or maybe you want to hear about how Connor got kicked into Ezio’s time? He has no idea what’s happening but he got appointed as Federico’s combat instructor. He knows jackshit, by the way, about the tragedy that’s about to happen but, hey, at least Giovanni believes he’s an Assassin from another country or something. Oh.” Clay rubbed his chin as he added, “Connor doesn’t like how close Giovanni is with the Medici by the way. Lorenzo reminds him a bit of Washington or maybe he’s projecting, who knows?”

“Maybe you’ll like to know how your dear prophet is doing? Well, he’s doing badly in preserving the damn timeline that’s for sure. Let’s see… he got in touch with Alamut and managed to bluff his way into making them believe he’s the mentor of a destroyed Assassin branch from the crusader lands, he got the mentor’s permission to make his own branch in Levant, made a deal with said mentor to become a thorn in Al Mualim’s side and find out what he’s hiding, adopted Altaïr and even went as far as adopt Abbas because he believed he could ‘change’ things.” Clay was quiet for a moment before he added, “Oh and his branch is in the underground temple in Jerusalem so he has the Apple with him already.”

“Then there’s Altaïr.” Clay said with such… annoyance Desmond was actually afraid of what Altaïr had done. Clay rubbed the side of his forehead as he started, “See, they can only be transported into what counts as their past so we can’t have something like Altaïr being pushed into his future in Ezio’s time or something. And, since your only instruction to the Moraes was to ‘change the past’, they had to improvise with Altaïr considering he’s more or less the starting point. They had to pick another one of your ancestors who was important to your past and this world’s future so…”

“Altaïr’s been sent to the time of the Isu-Human war and his knowledge of the POEs and getting unconstrained access to the POEs at their full power… well… let’s just say…” Clay’s tone was drier than the desert as he said, “The Isus didn’t know what hit them.”

Desmond could only stare at Clay as he said.

“Soooo… which one do you want to contact first as their ‘patron’?”

[boltlightning]

Top 5 assassin's creed games

the breath that i drew upon receiving this message.........god. i could rant about these games for days and still not be done

ASSASSIN'S CREED 3. this would be the game i recommended to everyone if the modern day plot didn't make it completely incomprehensible to newcomers...and if the prologue wasn't six entire hours long. get bayoneted in colonial boston! fall in love with connor kenway and commit patricide!!!!!! live a little!!!!!

representing the ezio trilogy so it doesn't sweep this list: BROTHERHOOD. renaissance rome is so precious to me, and so is ezio auditore.

black flag. pirates! shanties! edward kenway! the fashion!

rogue. gets lost in the discourse about unity, but i think it's fun! it's got more teeth than almost any other plot in the series! it executes it poorly but what ac game doesn't! this is definitely not affected by haytham kenway's presence in the story! he just happens to be in it and i just happen to love it!

odyssey. i wish it were half the length and size, but i loved running around in this world. i burned myself out so thoroughly i can never play an open world game again. thanks.

top 5 asks! 🧐

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[haytham-loves-chocolate]

Yeah, Haytham has it fucked up. By the time he's older and wiser, it feels like he was never a child in the first place. Had to be alone for so long, had all these responsibilities that he had to do. In the end, he's one of the most tragic, loneliest villains in the series. He's corrupted, manipulated, groomed, and only knows how to fight and survive. He tried to love, yet it bit him back in the ass.

Reginald Birch is the top villain in my opinion due to what he did to the Kenway family. If only Edward saw what Birch was thinking... I am glad that Jennifer was the one to kill him, but it kills me deep inside knowing Haytham would never be the same.

I think at the point when he knew he had to die, he knew if he continued on, he would become mentally unstable. This is why I like the Kenway Saga the most. It's not a full story like Ezio's story is, but it still gives us insight into what Edward, Haytham, and Connor had to go through.

In the same vein as my last post- Haytham never ever stood a chance, not one, and as much as he absolutely had the choice to turn back from the violence and refused to make it later on, I can see why he didn't feel able to because for fuck's sake, Birch started in on him when he was eight.

That defenseless little kid was eight goddamn years old when arguably one of the worst, most evil villains in the entire series started working to poison him against his father and all he stood for, and then that same son of a demon made certain that Haytham's father died in front of him when the boy was 10 years old on the same night his sister was abducted and their house burned, thus removing any sense of safety he ever had.

Again- we are talking about a small child being groomed and kidnapped starting at age eight. I'm reasonably certain, too, that his mother was threatened into giving him up and that Haytham was lied to so that he would believe she no longer loved him, thus closing off yet another avenue of support. He then spends the next twenty years denied any friendships not approved by his kidnapper, denied any family at all, being taught to kill and feel no remorse for doing so, even to anticipate praise for it. By the time he finds his sister and realizes what Birch has done to them, he has no friends, he has no support system, he's deeply fucked in the head, and the only family he has left is a woman he barely knows who is also deeply traumatized.

Given all that, is it any wonder at all that he clings to the life and the ideology that he's been brainwashed into believing in?