#imagine going to your first day at Abstergo and telling everyone how much you love the assassins

[imnotadogiswear]

One thing I like about post-Desmond Assassin's Creed is that the games are a canon thing. Do both sides have to monitor the fandom in case secrets are compromised? Does Abstergo have to fire employees for writing Assassin smut on the job?

[floatingpetals]

Vanish in the Dark Pt 8

Pairings: None at the moment (I think I got something.)

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1200+

Summary: Assassin’s Creed AU and Marvel AU crossover.  The Brotherhood has spent years hiding in the shadows keeping the Templars in line as the years pass on. When the Templars company Abstergo Industries strikes up a deal with Hydra, things have to change. The Brotherhood decides to step out of the shadows, reaching out for the help of the Avengers. What could go wrong?

A/N: This part took me forever because it’s literally the one before things get interesting again. So I think It lacks a little in content, but hopefully the next part will make up for it. Enjoy lovelies!  ❤️

Daisy- Loyalty, innocence, purity

Gladiolus- strength of character, moral integrity, sincerity

Once again, the gif is not mine, credit to the owner. 

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Ding.

The gentle tone from Steve’s laptop caused both Bucky and him to turn, small excited smiles on each of their faces. In the past few weeks Steve and Bucky had been exchanging messages back and forth with Y/N, who they learned was actually rather pleasant to talk to. They both learned more about her than they ever thought they would, more than the files they had of her would ever tell them.

Much to Tony’s chagrin, it seemed the only two people Y/N would talk to was either of the super soldiers. Sam had his own contact within the Brotherhood, the blonde woman he had ‘helped’ after her stumble. It took Natasha several days to admit she was talking with the snarky redhead, grinning widely when Tony all but blew a fuse. Despite his outward appearance, Tony never would admit that he was a little upset nobody was willing to talk to him. It upset him even more that they knew it bothers him.

They’re conversations had started a day after they returned from New York, Y/N sending Steve a message asking how everyone was. He was caught off guard at first, but after a quick back and forth with Bucky, he responded that they were all managing. It was hard to take everything in all at once, overwhelming when they sat and reread everything again. The others had been briefed, and they too were struggling with everything. Y/N knew Steve had been lying and called him out. She wasn’t a leader for nothing, she knew things were worse than he made it out to seem.

Steve had made a joke that she had camera’s in the compound, how else would she know? The smiley face he received made him somewhat nervous. Once Tony got word of her joke, he nearly ripped apart the building to find them all, the search fruitless in the end. Y/N seemed to find it hysterical whenever Steve or Bucky would tell her about how Tony handled things and constantly found ways to set him off from afar. Bucky loved it, he’d be the one to tell Tony the things Y/N joked about. Steve ended up having to referee when the two of them were in a room, fearful that Tony would take his frustration out on Bucky instead. It never escalated to that, and hopefully, it never would.

So how are things? Steve smiled at the question, Y/N’s concern for the team endearing. He knew she truly cared, or she wouldn’t ask as often as she had.

Things are better. Tony has finally managed to keep his cool whenever you’re brought up. Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes at that. There were days Tony would still start foaming at the mouth, but he was learning how to handle it a bit better. Steve shushed him before turning back to the laptop. So it’s a bit of an improvement from last week.

I’m glad. We must have really done a number on him. He hardly ever loses his cool.

Is that why you keep pushing his buttons?

Well duh. Steve chuckled, shaking his head at her response. This was a golden opportunity, and I was not going to pass it up.

Bucky elbowed Steve out of the way, ignore the protest from his friend.

Hey doll!

Hey Buck, did you shove Steve out of the way again?

It’s freaky how well you know these things.

You did this yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that. Go check your laptop, you dork.

Bucky giggled, a familiar sound that always caused a smile to tug on Steve’s lips. Bucky all but ran out of the room to get his own laptop, grinning widely as he did so. Steve rolled his eyes and turn the laptop back to face him.

He went to get it.

Good. How does he always forget that he has his own chat with me?

He gets excited whenever you talk with us. I can’t blame him.

Aw Daisy, you’re gonna make me blush. Steve huffed out a laugh, grinning widely at the words in front of him. She had given him that nickname the first time they spoke, and it was something Steve seemed to adore. Bucky’s nickname was Gladiolus. Y/N never did explain why she had given them flower names, and neither of them were going to question it. The banter between them was refreshing for both the soldiers. Y/N always seemed to find a way to relax the two of them, despite dangers that lay ahead. She knew what they were going through, to some degree, and was willing to make sure they knew someone was there for them. Sometimes, Steve told her things he never told others, not even Bucky. Bucky did the same, finding it easy to confess things to Y/N. She had that effect on them.

It was in these small moments that Steve forgot that Y/N was part of an organization that prided themselves in assassinating people. He forgot that they knew nothing of her order until she gave them the information the Brotherhood wiped from the world. She held more power then he could ever have imagined, and when she made jokes with him, he forgot it all.

You still there?

Steve blinked, the chime pulling him out of his thoughts. Bucky meandered into the room, his laptop opened balanced on his hand as he typed away on the keyboard. He glanced at Steve as he settled into the love seat, propping his feet up on the coffee table, grinning widely at the screen.

Yeah, I’m still here. Sorry, got a bit distracted.

You had me worried there for a minute, Steve.

Worried for what?

Y/N’s response was slower than usual. Steve sat up straighter, his brows furrowed. Y/N was normally a quick response, if she ever had to step away she made sure they knew. It had been a full three minutes and no response yet. Steve’s exhaled in relief when the chime echoed in the room.

Nothing Steve. Just worried you lost that pretty head of yours in the clouds. Steve grinned widely, shaking his head at her reply. He was about to respond, his fingers hovering over the keys when a deafening blare caused him to stop short.

Both Bucky and Steve’s heads snapped up, the two exchanging frantic glances between themselves, before they bolted out of their seats, laptops forgotten.

“There has been a breach in the eastern corridor.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke as the two soldiers darted through the compound. “They’re not friendlies, and there’s a lot of them.”

“Anyone breaking into the compound is generally not friendly.” Steve shot back, skidding around a corner. Another voice spoke out through the halls.

“Cap, we got a problem,” Tony growled. “A big one. We’re trying to hold them off, but we need you, Romanoff and Barnes here. Now.”

“I figured as much from the alarms, Stark. What’s the big problem?” Natasha appeared at Steve’s side, her face grim with his shield in hand. She passed it over to him and handed a gun back to Bucky while Tony shot an answer back.

“Apparently, we pissed some people off, and now they’re here to teach us a lesson.”

Steve frowned, shooting a look at Natasha. She seemed to know exactly what Tony was getting at, and wasn’t happy about it either. The three came to a halt in front of the doorway leading to the eastern corridor, the sound of gun fires and explosions muffled by the door.

“Who’s our visitor Tony?” Steve questioned, already having come to the realization on who was on the other side of the door with Tony and the others. The door swung open, revealing the mayhem taking place in the room.

“Templars.”

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Two-part Drabble Game: 10 - After a near-death experience & 16 - “There’s nothing to be scared of, okay? I’m right here.” for Connor/ConHayth uwu

@balsaminaceae​

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

Characters: Connor and Haytham Kenway

warnings: incest tw, modern au, stabbing tw

pairing: ConHayth

word count:1,930

summary: A normal work day for Connor ends terribly.

Connor was in the break room, eating lunch with his fellow coworkers and watching the tv. His father was at a press conference and they’d decided to tune in to see what he was talking about. Most of his coworkers seemed to be only half listening, but Connor, as ever, was completely focused on Haytham… Although the young man could readily admit that he was enjoying listening to the sound of his father’s voice, though the fact that Abstergo was expanding their veterinary clinic program from the initial three clinics that they’d opened last year to another eight - three outside of the US, in other countries that Abstergo had offices and other work buildings in - was rather exciting.

The young man had been tempted to apply for one of the veterinarian positions at the first three clinics… But they were a bit far from where he and his father lived - and with a closer Abstergo Employee housing… It was possible that he might have been tempted to move… At least while his father was jet-setting around the world for work purposes, although it would be very strange to be living in two apartments, and not something that Connor was very interested in… Besides while Connor had loved working as a vet in the small village that he had settled into while he had been there…

The setting of being back in a veterinary clinic might remind him of the small village, and while he knew that the anarchists were working against his father and would very clearly do anything in order to achieve their goals… Including and especially if they had the chance to kill his father, the young man still occasionally felt guilty for just up and leaving them as he had done … In order to protect himself from kidnapping… But still. Occasionally the feelings of guilt would remain, despite the fact that Connor was very much aware that he had left in order to protect himself… The young vet worried that he might feel guilty working in such a place - or it would remind him of where he’d worked previously…

Besides, he really enjoyed working in the research department with the raptors. Connor made sure to focus more on Haytham again as the other continued to talk, doing his best to not get distracted by the small smile on his father’s face - or the way the other’s tie brought out the blue in his father’s eyes. Haytham concluded the speech and was met with dozens of questions - each of which his father expertly answered. Once the press release was over, Corbin - one of his coworkers - switched the channel to a music channel while everyone finished the last of their lunches.

~

The young man was headed home from work - it was about a mile walk, but Connor enjoyed it, and it allowed him to exercise his legs a little before and after work every day. He stopped for a moment, frowning a little as he thought the saw someone familiar, sitting at a nearby café table. Was… Was that Myriam? He blinked in surprised and frowned a little, glad that he was on the other side of the street - even if she wasn’t Myriam, the resemblance was uncanny - and given the fact that she’d been directly involved in stealing the… Piece of Eden? That’s what the bitter old man who’d tried to take it from him had called it. Not that Connor had let him do such a thing.

He cautiously made his way down the sidewalk, hoping that if Myriam was, for some reason, at that café, that she wouldn’t notice him among the dozens and dozens of people walking on both sides of the streets - or through the cars that honked and slowly rumbled their way down the road. Not that he glanced at her more than one or two more times, as he didn’t want her to potentially see him looking at her, having recognized her if the person he was trying to get past really was Myriam.

A lightly accented voice sounded in his ears, right behind him, causing the young man to startle and try to get out of the way, but for several moments, whoever it was managed to hold him completely still which was a rather terrifying feat in and of itself “It’s a pity that he’s got you so deeply under the spell of the Piece of Eden. Hopefully this will wake you from it and you will realize the truth.”

“Let me g-mmph!” Connor tried to yell as loud as he could, but the person muffled him with one of their hands, as he felt something cold and sharp stab into his back. There was a cloth in the other’s hands and he tried not to inhale, but as he struggled, he found that he desperately needed to breathe and something that was quite possibly chloroform caused a deep darkness to overtake him. He heard shouting and felt the person let him go - and the sound of running as he passed out.

~

Connor woke up with a pounding headache, in a room with too much white and too much light. He covered his face with one of his hands as he groaned and tried to sit up, hissing in pain as his lower back ached. Memories of what had happened last filled him and the young man sat bolt up right, eyes switching to his second sight, despite the pain and the dizziness that was coursing through his body. He didn’t see anyone who was an enemy nearby… But he also didn’t see anyone who was a definite friend, either, which made the young vet rather nervous.

He switched his sight back to normal, and it was clear that he was in a hospital of some kind. There was a saline drip attached to his arm, but it had a rolling base to it, which was why Connor started to get out of bed. Someone had taken his clothes and everything else that he had on him and placed it in an open-faced cubby on the far side of the room, and he was going to get to it. He didn’t know if his father had been contacted - if the hospital he’d been taken to even knew that was necessary or not..

Had he been stabbed and kidnapped by the anarchists, so that he wouldn’t be able to escape as he had the last time they’d tried kidnapping him? If so -why was he in a hospital? Unless he was in an Assassin-controlled hospital? Connor had no idea how long he’d been out for, which was why he was very carefully swinging his legs over one side of the hospital bed and very carefully shifting so that bit by bit, he was starting to put his weight on his feet, one hand on the metal post that his IV bag was attached to, the other hand firmly gripping onto the hospital bed.

Haytham burst into the room, arguing quietly with someone in scrubs - either a doctor or a nurse, Connor couldn’t entirely tell “- and I’m telling you, I am very certain that my son is in this room and I will be seeing… Connor get back into bed. Now. You were just stabbed in one of your kidneys.”

“I… Rake:ni! I… I wasn’t sure if I’d gotten kidnapped again and was hoping to get to my phone to call you.” Connor murmured gratefully, leaning back against the bed, pulling his feet up carefully. 

Haytham moved further into the room, and the young man gratefully held tightly to his father’s hands when his beloved drew closer to be touched. He hadn’t realized that he’d been trembling until his father murmured gently “There’s nothing to be scared of, okay? I’m right here. I won’t let anyone try to cause you any harm.”

The younger man nodded a little, feeling himself relax a little, as he tugged the blankets up higher. He felt really cold. He blinked a little, feeling tired. “Okay. I’m glad that you’re here.” He wasn’t sure how long it would take for him to heal, but the young man was well aware that he healed a lot faster than most people. He wondered if they were in a normal hospital, or in the place where his father had been taken to, when the other had been dying. “Where are we? I mean… I know that we’re in a hospital but… Which one?”

“Meridian Park Hospital. A dozen people witnessed you suddenly collapse and start bleeding out - one of them thought to call for help - but not before someone stole your wallet - which is why no one here knew who you were, as none of them thought to go through your phone. I tracked your location through the phone and came as soon as I could. I knew that something was wrong when you weren’thome and was an hour and a half later than when I usually get home, and you hadn’t texted me about working late, orstaying out with coworkers or friends. So  I’ve already dealt with the potential identity theft issues on the drive over here, so you need not worry about that… And I informed your place of work that your work-badge had been stolen when you were injured, so you need not worry about that either.” Haytham explained, and the medical staff member frowned a little at that, although Connor couldn’t imagine why - perhaps that someone would steal his wallet and ID badge, but not his (very expensive) phone?

He nodded, still feeling dizzy. “Okay… Thank… Thank you for taking care of everything and coming to find me. I… I’m tired…” Connor yawned softly, though he hid it as best as he could, not wanting to be rude.

“Then rest. I will be here when you wake, I promise.” His father murmured, voice warm and gentle as the other lightly brushed a stray lock of hair that had come undone from his braid, tucking it behind one of his ears.

Connor nodded sleepily, sending the other a small smile as he settled into bed, grumbling a little “Wish I could sleep on my stomach… Stupid cord won’t let me.” His father chuckled softly at that, a wonderful sound that helped the young man fall asleep within moments.