#that's why you might always find Shay in conflict because not all templars are like Monro

[ragingbookdragon]

Even In Different Lives, We Always Find Each Other PT. 3

A Connor Kenway x Reader Story

Word Count: 1,830 Warnings: Explicit Language

Author’s Note: BOOM 3 PARTS IN ONE DAY! Annnnnd the next will probably take a week lol. Regardless, enjoy! -Thorne

His head throbbed with sharp pains causing his nose to scrunch up. With it came something tickling his nose and he reached up, rubbing it away. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to work through the pain. When it had subsided, even if just a bit, he opened them, immediately closing them when the sun shone in them. He rolled to his side, cracking one open, muttering, “(Y/N)?” Blinking the haze from his eyes and mind, he sat up and looked around. She wasn’t in sight and he climbed to his feet, yelling her name, “(Y/N)!” The only response he received was the disturb of the birds in the tops of the trees. He began to panic, but her voice echoed in his mind, soft and calming.

           Ratonhnhaké:ton, you need to relax.

           “I cannot relax, you are not here! I do not know where I am! Where you are!”

           And what if we are lost? What can we do but find our way back to each other?

           “I do not even know where to start.”

           Go home. All paths lead from where we start.

           “How can I find home if I do not know where I am?” As quick as her voice came, it faded and Connor sighed, reaching up to rub his eyes. Lowering his hands, he took in his surroundings, catching sight of the river. “All rivers lead to civilization.” He took a step forward but stopped and looked down, suddenly concerned with his gear. To his surprise, nothing seemed out of order, his robes and weapons were all there. He took a deep breath and started towards the river hoping it led to something.

A Few Hours Later:

           By the time Connor managed to make it to any sign of higher intelligence, the sun was well past setting in the sky, barely peeking from the mountain ridges it was lowering behind. He stepped into the town, promptly seeing the number of British soldiers walking around. Confusion bled through him at the sight, but he opted to avoid an open conflict as long as possible, creeping in the shadows until he came to the tavern. Slipping inside, he walked up to the bartender, asking, “Excuse me, where am I?” The man looked him over before scoffing,

           “You fall and hit your head boy?” Though his jaw clenched at the insult, he ignored it, answering with,

           “Actually, yes, I have. That is why I am asking you where I am.” The man seemed to falter a bit, stuttering out,

           “Oh, well, my bad.” Connor waved his hand and the bartender said, “You’re in Salem.” His eyes went wide, and he repeated,

           “I am in Salem?” The man nodded and Connor looked away, muttering, “Then the homestead is northeast of here. ” He turned back to the bartender inquiring, “Why are there British soldiers here? I thought they went back to England?” The man pointed to the door.

           “Now you’re fucking with me. Get out of my bar before I have you chased out.” Connor frowned at the response but shook his head and turned, walking to the doors. He stepped outside, heading northeast, a collection of thoughts running though his mind.

The Next Morning:

           He didn’t know what to expect when he stepped into the homestead. Emptiness? Everyone the same? Something churned deep inside him and he had a terrible feeling that what had occurred the year before with Washington is what had happened to him and (Y/N). His heart yearned for her, to know if she was safe, but he knew that if she was here, she’d tell him to stay focused. So, that’s what he did, walking inside the gates. The laughter of children caught his attention and he watched a few of them running around, playing games. He smiled and looked around at the residents still there. Connor inhaled deeply, walking farther when the sight of a particular man stopped him dead in his tracks. He swallowed thickly, throat closing up as he called, “Father?” The man turned to him, a relieved look crossing his face as he ran over, enveloping him in a hug.

           “For god’s sakes Ratonhnhaké:ton! The next time you leave, you need to warn us!” Connor pulled away and looked at Haytham, but could only manage,

           “What did you just call me?” His father offered him a confused look, repeating,

           “Ratonhnhaké:ton? Your name?” He shook his head.

           “You have always called me Connor.”

           “I don’t ever recall using such a name.” Connor shook his head, staring at his father. Haytham frowned, asking, “Are you alright son? You look upset.” His son raised a hand, rubbing his forehead, replying,

           “Everything has changed again.” Understanding that his worst fear had come true once more, he lowered his hand questioning, “Is…is mother here?” Haytham nodded.

           “Yes, she’s at the manor meeting with Achilles.” Connor’s eyes went wide.

           “The old man is still here?”

           “Yes?” Haytham said in confusion, “Achilles has been leading the brotherhood for long time now. Though it’ll soon be time for a new mentor to take leadership.” He waved a hand and his son followed him as they walked towards the manor. Among the list of growing problems, Connor couldn’t help but ask,

           “Are you sure it is safe for you to be here father?” Haytham tossed a look over his shoulder, one swimming with perplexity.

           “As safe as it is for you. Why?” Before his son had a chance to respond, a woman stepped out the door and his eyes went wide.

           “Mother!” Connor took off up the path, only slowing when he came to stand before her. She arched an eyebrow, mocking,

           “Ratonhnhaké:ton! Why are we yelling!” He huffed a laugh, and though he knew it wasn’t entirely real, he couldn’t help but pull her into a hug, burying his face in her neck. Ziio reached up and patted his back, tossing a glance at Haytham who shrugged. When they pulled away, she cupped his cheeks, wondering, “You disappeared last night with no explanation. Where were you?” Connor fumbled for words and Haytham walked up, placing his hand on his shoulder.

           “Love, he was probably out hunting and fell asleep. There’s no need to worry so much.” Evidently, the response didn’t appease her because she retorted,

           “He has a wife at home. He should not be doing,” She gestured to Connor, trying to find the words, then settled for, “whatever it was that he was doing.” Haytham chuckled but Connor’s heart hammered in his chest at the mention of her and he said,

           “Where is she? Where is my wife? Is she here?” His mother stared at him with concern.

           “Ratonhnhaké:ton, she is back in the village.” His brows furrowed at her answer.

           “What do you mean? Why is she there?” Ziio’s response was cut off by a man creaking the door open and informing,

           “Master Haytham, you and Ratonhnhaké:ton are needed.” Haytham squeezed Connor’s shoulder before disappearing into the house, his son following. They stepped into the study, and Connor was greeted by an older, but not crippled Achilles, and a few others he didn’t recognize. He grabbed Haytham’s wrist, hissing,

           “Father, it is unsafe for you to be in the presence of assassins. You need to leave.” Haytham turned to respond when Achilles stepped forward, holding out his arm to his father, who took it.

           “Haytham, it is good to see you again. The brotherhood is lesser when you are not around to help guide it.” Connor watched with amazement as Achilles greeted Haytham with a warm welcome. To even more surprise was his father’s reaction, a rare smile.

           “I apologize for being away so long Achilles. My business in London took longer than I thought it would.” Before Achilles could respond, Connor, with bewilderment written across his face, sputtered,

           “You-you are an assassin?” The two men pulled away and Haytham turned to his son.

           “Ratonhnhaké:ton, you’ve been acting strange since coming home. What happened last night?” Connor couldn’t even form the right answer.

           “But…but the templars?” His father nodded.

           “Yes? What about them?”

           “Are you not their grandmaster? Their leader?” The other assassins laughed, but a pinched look crossed Haytham’s face as he retorted,

           “Look, I know I might act like an overbearing-order-oriented-bastard, but I assure you I am not a templar.” He shook his head. “You know I’m an assassin Ratonhnhaké:ton. I was raised by my father in the English Brotherhood before coming to the colonies.” Connor’s mouth opened and shut, and a man stepped inside, a solemn look on his face. Immediately the room turned grim and he walked over to Achilles, reporting,

           “Sir, she’s been pardoned.” His mentor’s eyes went wide, voice full of disbelief.

           “What?” The assassin nodded.

           “Her father had Pitcairn sign a letter of pardon when he discovered who assassinated Arnold.” Connor, who’d been listening in, questioned,

           “Pitcairn? John Pitcairn? He is alive?” The two assassins eyed Connor before turning back to one another.

           “And where is she now?” The man sighed, before handing him a scroll; Achilles read it over before hissing, “Damn. She’s back with Shay.” The name struck something in Connor, who’d grown tired of being ignored and cut off, and he stepped forward, voice raised as he commanded,

           “I know that name. Shay Cormac. He is an assassin turned templar. But who is this woman you are speaking of?” Haytham rested a hand on his arm.

           “Ratonhnhaké:ton, calm down.” Achilles looked Connor over, before telling him,

           “(Y/N) Cormac. She was pardoned from her crimes and escaped hanging. We’re trying to hunt her down.” With his heart skipping a beat, Connor lurched forward, curling his hands in Achilles’ robes.

           “What do you mean she escaped hanging?! Why was she to hang in the first place?! What has happened?!” The other assassins in the room started to yell, trying to split the two apart.

           “You’d best let go child.” Connor’s eyes narrowed and he growled,

           “I am not afraid of you, old man. Now tell me why (Y/N) is being hunted. Why are you hunting one of your own?” Haytham came into view and placed a hand on his forearm.

           “Let him go.”

           “No. Not without answers.”

           “She is being hunted down because she is a templar, you know this.” Connor let go of Achilles as if he’d been struck by lightning, turning to face his father.

           “(Y/N) is not a templar, she is an assassin. Her father was one, but that does not mean she is one by default.” He glowered at Haytham. “She is a proud member of the Colonial Brotherhood.” Achilles scoffed, glancing at Haytham.

           “Your boy must be disillusioned Haytham.” His father sighed, turning Conner back to face him.

           “Ratonhnhaké:ton, (Y/N) Cormac is a templar. She has been since her father raised her as one.” As if the very words stung him, Connor muttered,

           “What are you talking about?”

           “Shay Cormac is the grandmaster of the Colonial Templars, and (Y/N) is his top assassin hunter.”

#connor kenway imagine #connor kenway imagines #connor kenway x reader #connor kenway x reader imagines #connor kenway x reader imagine #connor kenway #assassins creed imagine #assassins creed imagines #assassins creed #ac3 #Ratonhnhaké:ton #haytham kenway #shay cormac #achilles davenport #ziio

[blandacheadcanons]

100 FOLLOWERS EVENT!!!!

So first off, thank you to each and every one of you that followed this blog. I wish I had more headcanons to give you, and asks are always open if you want to submit one or just to ask me a question.

I love you all. Please, never doubt that.

Now onto festivities!

fanfiction was the most requested, so i’ll start with my own fics and also link to some that i particularly like. heads up, it’s all fanfiction.net because I refuse to move to ao3. sorry if you hate ff.net

A Free Woman’s Cross

After the events of Assassin’s Creed: Uprising, Galina has to go to Charlotte’s Mother’s house to deliver the news. Rated K+ completed one shot

The Coffee Shop AU

A non-romantic au wherein the surviving characters from the Assassin’s Creed Movie must work together in a Starbucks. Work in Progress. Feel free to submit a request for a chapter. Rated T

Two’s Company

Jacob relaxes with his beloved while cuddling on the train. Written for a friend. Fluffy and rated K+

We Don’t Go Through This Alone by Vampire-Badger

“ Your ancestors are always with you, and their memories are always in your blood. Desmond Miles is eight years old when he starts seeing his ancestors, everywhere. Callum Lynch is seventeen. Neither of them has any idea how, or why, or what that might mean. But it's going to change absolutely everything. “ Rated T

Next in Line by  SiZodiac

“In the Florentine café, a kid in white hoodie comes up to Bruce with an invitation in the form of a ring. A kid that reminds him a bit of everything he dislikes, but nothing is as black and white as first seemed, and sometimes there really is no escaping one's past. Set immediately after TDKR and late in AC: Brotherhood. slight timeline AU. /EDIT/ “ Nolan-verse/Assassin’s Creed crossover. Work In Progress, never to be updated. Rated K+

Maria’s Storm by This.Is.My.Aesthetic

“ When it rains in Masyaf, it pours. The problem? Maris is terrified by storms. How will Altair handle his love being in such a state? Fluff, perhaps? :3 ″ Romantic Altair/Maria fluff piece. One shot Rated K

Those Who Linger by Niger Aquila

“ In a world where nothing is true and no man is free, the ancient conflict between the Assassins and the Templars rages on. “ 1984/Assassin’s Creed crossover. one shot rated K+

Let Slip the Hounds by armouredescort

“ When Altaïr faces Talal he expects guards, not giant hell dogs. After defeating the slaver, Altaïr stumbles back to the bureau: injured, exhausted, dehydrated. As he heals, however, something inside him changes, and with that, Malik finds himself dealing with far more than he ever wanted. Werewolf AU. “ My personal favorite, WIP never to be updated (I actually checked with this one) Rated M, probably should be T

Couldn’t They Have Just Stayed in Their Own Universe? by Varmint

“ Superheroes are already used to dealing with visitors from other times and dimensions. But having so many of these hidden blade toting, scar bearing, and rather moody men suddenly appearing out of nowhere gives them a new type of experience all together. Just what is a Templar and why do they hate them so much? Shay is the first to appear and things just snowball from there. “ Young Justice Cartoon/Assassin’s Creed crossover. WIP, currently being rewritten. Rated T

And that’s about it for my favorite fics. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed or if this isn’t the format you were expecting. Thank you all again! I love you!

#Assassin's Creed #fanfiction #100 followers #event #fanfic #writing #favorite fanfictions #crossovers

[crsinclair]

Dragon Age Inquisition!Voltron AU

@bluelioncub and I have been screaming at each other because of this Dragon Age Inquisition AU. We've got a hodge-pod plan to do some one-shots on all this, as well as maybe a few for Dragon Age Origins. Here's a bit of a teaser for what's to come (hopefully you're not all waiting too long) in the form of character headcanons!

Shiro:

The one who stepped out of the fade.  The rumor going around after he got out was that Andraste kissed his head, turning his bangs white, and took his hand to guide him out, which gave him the Mark.

Trevelyan backstory:  Was training to be a Templar, and spent a few years traveling around Thedas as a personal training mission.  Spent some time in the Southern part of Nevarra helping his cousin Sven defend the ports from Pirates and bandits, thus earning him a bit of fame.

Legitimately wants to do good in the world.  Josephine is so happy, he basically does all the work for her.

His one true wish in life is to have a Mabari pupper.

At the start of his part in the Inquisition, he believed that the Circles were a good thing and that they served a very definite purpose.  Not to say that he believed that the Templars were doing things the right way in the Circles, but more that he had slightly blinded views of how good things actually were for the Mages.  Over the course of his time as the Herald and later the Inquisitor, he realized slowly that things were NOT as they seemed, and made it a personal mission to try and change things – for the Mages and the Templars both.

Chose to recruit the Templars.  More on that later. ;)

Seriously this boy just wants to help everyone, Leliana finds it simultaneously unrealistic and adorable.

Best friends with Cullen. 

Best.  Friends.

Seriously these two are so alike and get each other so well it’s insane.

Cullen also shares with Shiro his stories about how things actually were in the Circles, and that helps in Shiro’s view of things.

Actually doesn’t mind the Hinterlands.  This earns him the ire of all his Inner Circle.

Keith

Joined the Seekers ASAP

He was actually left on the doorstep as a baby of the Seekers.  He was raised by them (mostly because no one person knew how to raise him by themselves.  “It takes a Village” was never more true…)

Even growing up with the Seekers he thought there was a small unit of them that went out and hunted for Cryptids.

He was so disappointed when he actually became a Seeker and found out no such unit.

(He plans on starting that Unit.)

Trained under Seeker Cassandra Penteghast.  Turns out he’s one of the only ones who doesn’t really care that TECHINICALLY she’s part of the Navarran royal family.

He also adopted her taste in trashy romance novels.

He actually met Shiro when he was younger and. Very angry.  His advise of “Patience Yields Focus” helped him in his career as a Seeker.

Up until Cassandra goes all “I see a problem and I fix it” on him and welp, conflicting advise.  (This is the Keith we all know and love.)

Will fight all the bears.  All of them.  Single-handedly and unarmed.

Honestly he doesn’t care about where you come from or why just so long as you are there to help.  That’s it.

“Shiro if you take me on another bull-crap mission into the Hinterlands, I swear to the MAKER – “

Pidge

City Elf!

Actually comes Denerim, but the family moved to Orlais.  She worked very hard to NOT pick up the accent.

Joined the Red Jennies a few months before the Conclave exploded – her brother Matt went missing, and when no one of actual authority would help the “Knife Ear”, she decided to find another market of information.  Her work with the Red Jennies eventually got her the information that her brother was taken by a mysterious group known as the Venatori – and they were bigger than the Red Jennies could handle.  Luckily, the Inquisition was forming…

Has a very irrational hate of magic.  Not of Mages, of MAGIC.  There’s a difference.

Smartest cookie this side of everything.  Makes very fast friends with the Alchemist of the Inquistion and with Dagna.

…Maybe a bit more than friends with Dagna.

The first time she stepped foot in the Emerald Graves she wanted to climb all the trees – seriously, she’d NEVER seen trees so big.

Turns out that the Red Jenny information network is more complex than Leliana’s, who knew

Does she lord this over Leliana?  Yes.  Pidge is probably the only person in all of Thedas that doesn’t have a healthy fear of Leliana.

Very Viscious Prank Master.  Do not mess with her unless you want bees somewhere very unpleasant.

Was VERY SURPRISED when she found out that Shiro knew Matt.

It took Shiro a while to figure it out because Pidge only started going by Pidge after joining up with the Red Jennies – Matt would always talk about his sister Katie.

“WHAT THE WHAT YOU KNEW MY BROTHER!?”

“I will throw this bottle of bees at you, Shiro, don’t you DARE say we’re going to the Hinterlands – “

Lance

Mage from Tevinter!

Pariah of Tevinter – but due to plot can’t go too far into that.  ;)

HAS THE BIGGEST CRUSH ON SHIRO.  Followed Shiro’s adventures around Thedas as all the stories hit the news and developed a big Hero Crush on him.

Can’t tell you what they might’ve been talking about during the last serious meeting between the War Council and the Inner Circle but can tell you every single detail about the Pirate Battle of the 15th Ferventis 9:31 on docks of Cumberland down to the weather.  This comes up entirely by accident when Josephine is asking Shiro about some of his exploits and Lance just…starts rattling off facts.

He was very embarrassed.

Really truly cares about Tevinter.  He’s honestly a bit conflicted about fighting his fellow country men, but his belief in what the Inquisition is doing is stronger than his confliction.  If he has a chance to try and talk to a Venatori instead of burst them into flames, though, he’ll take it.

Has a tendency to Fade Step when startled.

Like the warm rain of Northern Tevinter, not the cold, freezing rain of Fereldan, Keith, there’s a DIFFERNCE.

Took on all the bandits by himself in Crestwood for the promise of a warm bath.

When he came to Haven to warn them of the Venatori Mages marching, he barely got the warning out before near-fainting in Shiro’s arms.  Near-fainting because Lance managed to squint an eye open and squeeze out a “Hey, are you my big buff savior? *wink*”

“Not the Hinterlands, not the Hinterlands, not the Hinterlands – *it’s the Hinterlands*  *unholy screeching*”

Hunk

Qunari Warrior!

He’s actually pretty terrible at lying, but he’s reeeeeeally good at eavesdropping.  So that’s how he ends up as a Hisrad wandering around Southern Thedas.

Came to Spy, Stayed for the Food.

At least, that’s the joke he tells Shiro when he joins up with the Inquisition.  Honestly, after being away from the Qun for so long, he’s starting to see things from different perspectives than what he grew up with, and it’s…starting to get to him.

Has a small Mercenary Guild!  The Yellow Lions.  (He really likes those big cats, okay?)  His main team:  Rax, an Avvar Warrior; Shay, Rax’ half sister who has excellent control of magic but doesn’t call it magic; Nyma, an Elven Rouge that was abandoned by her Clan; Rolo, yet another Elven Rouge but from the City; and Beezer, the Dwarf who doesn’t talk but is great with Alchemy (specifically: BOMBS).

Lance gave him the nickname Hunk and it just…kinda stuck.  Eventually he stopped trying to correct people on it and that was that, he was Hunk, end of story.

Actually really, really smart and a fantastic engineer.  Happened to walk by when Cullen, Shiro, and Leliana were discussing how to make changes to Skyhold to be more defensible and he started rattling off a bunch of calculations on which areas would be best for renovations.

This led to an in-depth conversation that revealed how much Hunk knew about engineering specific weapons and within the week he became to go-to person to speak with about new designs for arms and weaponry.  Gives Bianca a run for her money.

A few times literally.

He and Keith entered into the most uncomplicated relationship.  It basically amounted to:  “Hey you wanna be a thing?” “Sure, let’s be a thing.” And that was that.

Is probably the most un-Qunari like Qunari that ever Qunaried until there’s a dragon involved.

“Boss, I know you like doing things for the people in the Hinterlands but I’m starting to think I might be allergic to, well, ALL OF THE HINTERLANDS.”

Allura

Fanciest Maker-damned Apostate Elvhen Hobo

Like, she doesn’t even really have much in the way of personal belongings but what she has she makes SPARKLE.

Not an Egg.

Legitimately sad that the Elves of today have fallen to what they are; she attempts to lecture everyone about the way things should be.  (Much nicer about it than an Egg ever would be.)

Honestly stayed with the Inquisition not because of the Anchor and what it could do, but because she’s grown attached to the members of the Inner Circle.

Cried by herself when she realized how much she loved these silly, ridiculous people that surround her, and what that might mean for her plans for the future…

Has a weakness for all the mice in Skyhold.

“I can hear them talk to me.”  No one knows if they should take her seriously or not.  She does, after all, regularly walk through the fade on purpose.

I repeat:  NOT AN EGG.

Takes tea with Josephine and Leliana to talk fashion every once in a while.  Vivienne de Fer took some doing to get her to join them for Tea – Vivienne didn’t have the best first impression of her, what with Allura being an Apostate..  But when Allura starts talking about fashion, well.  Vivienne can put aside their differences to talk about the latest trends in boots and skirts.

“*silently threatens Shiro with fire when Shiro mentions going to the Hinterlands*”

Slav (THAT’S RIGHT, SLAV)

The Spirit in the form of a young man that saves Shiro from the Envy demon at Therinfal Redoubt.

(I’ll post a drawing of him later when I have time, it’s actually adorable)

Capable of seeing many realities and uses the ones with the highest “frequency” to decide on a course of action.  Prefers the realities that involve the least amount of violence, but what needs must.

Shiro eventually teaches Slav to try and see around the most “frequent” violent realities and try to reach for the ones that lead to less violent.  It takes some doing, since Slav is…Slav, but he gets there.

Eventually.

When scared will puff out of existence.

This happens a lot.

“Slav, what are you doing.”  “In 72% of realities the fluffiness of these pillows will determine whether or not our Commander Cullen gets a headcold.”  “…”

He is not invited to play cards anymore because most people think he’s cheating.  Shiro and Allura assure everyone that he isn’t, he’s not that type of person.

He is.

Once got into a theoretical scientific debate with Hunk, Pidge, and Dagna about…something. 

No one is really sure what, since most of it was spoken in pure numbers.

Every time Shiro approaches him about a trip to the Hinterlands he just disappears.

#dai!voltron au #alternately known as: #We Hate the Hinterlands #also this is a very shance series #shance #throwing that out there #heith #I am a heithen #allura is not an egg #all the voltron characters have their parts and you'll see them all eventually #seriously bluelioncub and I have been screaming almost nonstop since 8/9 #our chat has literally gotten pretty ridiculous it's pretty great #shiro is the inquisitor #he makes a pretty great one #keith is the seeker #seeker of cryptids #pidge is a red jenny #the scariest red jenny #lance is the pretty mage #and ho boi bluelioncub and I have fucked him up because what's a voltron series without some langst #(I mean seriously he's the dorian character he was NOT going to get fucked up a bit) #(don't worry there's some fun fucking in there for him too ;) ) #hunk is the qunari spy #loveable and squishy and honestly he doesn't want to fight qunari spy #I repeat allura is NOT AN EGG #those of you who know dai know what i'm talking about here #she's amazing and so heartsick and honestly wants to bring the world peace #she's just...misguided... >_>; #and yes slav #slav is the spirit