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peridot-tears · 13 days

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Mind sharing some Ezio, Ziio, Shay and Edward Hcs?

Sofia and Claudia got along like sisters (idk I think this might actually be canon).

Ezio encouraged Flavia to be spirited and curious, and sees himself in her and the way she takes care of Marcello. If Ezio had lived to see her to adulthood, he would have been protective but let her choose her own husband.

Ezio wanted to keep his Assassin activities a secret from his children. After he died, Claudia took them in and trained them herself the way their Uncle Mario did for them.

Ziio and Oiá:ner's interactions became stilted after the birth of Ratohnhaké:ton. There was no doubt that the love was there, but Oiá:ner could not quite look at her the same again, and she had to busy herself with finding someone else to groom as successor. They were finally warming up to each other again just a year or so before Ziio died.

Oiá:ner put full trust into Ratohnhaké:ton and his decision-making going forward because she didn't want to drive a wedge between herself and her grandson the way she did with Ziio. And it was the hardest thing she ever had to do.

Modern-day Ziio would have been a leader in the stand-offs against the Canadian government and localities like the Kanehsatà:ke Resistance, which her voice actor Tiio Horn was actually in. My headcanon Ziio has a lot of Tiio Horn's traits, mostly because Tiio Horn's sass that I see in her social media comes through a lot in her voice acting for Ziio.

Ratohnhaké:ton's a BEAST at lacrosse. Man moves like WATER.

Shay died peacefully in a manner similar to Ezio's -- in a garden, watching his family.

Shay most definitely was the black sheep amongst the Templars -- not just because a traitor gets no trust from any side, but because he's Irish and many other Templars were Englishmen who were racist against him. Adéwalé called him Haytham's hunting dog, but the Templars thought the same of him.

Because of this, Shay was that high-achieving Templar the others resented, because they hated the idea of being outdone by someone they felt was lesser. They kept their distance from each other, and his friends in the Order were kept in a tight circle -- Jack Weeks, Gist, and Haytham.

That's also why Cudgel was so fiercely proud of his grandfather later on too -- despite the racism, he was more Templar than any of them.

Also, Lil Cudge seems to me like that kind of guy who in modern day would insist that the Irish were slaves. He seems to me like someone who's very loyal, but but blindly so, and someone who doesn't question tradition.

Edward wanted to raise Haytham as English as possible, but he'd occasionally slip up and curse in Welsh at times. Haytham would grow up with only vague memories of the Welsh part of his heritage.

Edward was a rambunctious lil youngster who didn't need any dogs to herd the sheep. The wolves were scared of HIM lol.

Edward's relationship with Jenny haunts my dreams. What happened in the years between her and Haytham's birth. The people need to know.

I wrote a whole other word vomit post expressing my guess that he didn't want her to get involved in the Assassin world because he wanted to protect his last memory of Caroline. He believed in being honest with your child, so she knew everything about his activities. But given that Caroline had already been disowned because of him and even now that he was a new money gentleman, he was a social pariah because of his pirate past, he wanted Jenny to live a noblewoman's life -- marry a man of good social standing and be a good wife. And although she protested, he always thought he knew what was best for her.

If Jenny knew about her brother's child and ever met him, she honestly would've adored him. Such a polite, well-loved young man. She would've been relieved that he was raised right by his mother's side, away from the Kenway drama. Thank God all he had in common with her side of the family was blood, but if she could have chosen to be blood with any remaining relative of hers, it would have been him.

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asscrackcreed · 2 years

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Headcanon: Ziio taught Connor how to make little woven grass plaits because he tended to get restless and bored when Kanen’tó:kon and his friends weren’t around

Oiá:ner taught her this (“to keep herself out of trouble” she joked) because she also has restless hands

And eventually, that’s how Io:nhiòte learned how to do the little grass plaits, because Connor passed that knowledge onto her if she needed to keep her hands busy

(Inspired by this cute bit in reflections!)

CANON CANON CANON i need to know more about connor and his daughter

#altaïr should’ve had a daughter too #assassin's creed #ac #ac3 #comics #assassins creed 3 #connor kenway #kaniehtí:io #ziio #io:nhiòte

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teecupangel · 11 months

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You know what would be really, really funny? Ratonhanheké:ton as – a type of – Ciri and Haytham as Geralt, for the simple fact that Haytham goes NOPE so hard that he avoids even putting a finger inside any forest after the bullshit in Blaviken because the Renfri – hmmm maybe it's Lucy? – of the story told him that the boy running in the forest was his destiny. And Haytham has not the slightest desire to pursue this destiny, nor did he want it in the first place, as he only asked for the Law of Surprise out of sheer greed, thinking he would receive something more valuable than the usual amount of gold, after all, they say there are unimaginable, magic treasures in Queen Ziio's kingdom.

And instead of a treasure, he gets a child.

In the end, Ratonhanheké:ton is not claimed by Haytham as his Surprise Child because not even before his kingdom burned did Haytham go looking for him. The one who finds him is an old witcher from the same school as Haytham, Achilles, who is also the one who trains and makes he go through the Grass Trials and so on.

Winter since then is pretty awkward for all of them lmao

This is in the same setting as the AC characters as Witcher AU idea.

This is a fun idea and, also, instead of Haytham being greedy for more gold, maybe using the Law of Surprise is usually his go-to ‘sarcastic’ answer (Then how about you give me that which you already have but do not know, hm?) for any reward people try to give him. It’s usually useless like a new pup (which he just let roam in the headquarters, Haytham is strangely enough the main reason why the headquarters of the School of Eagles have attack dogs). He was honestly just expecting a puppy since, well, he heard Queen Oiá:ner’s dog was in heat during all the… witcher business.

Then… they learn that Queen Oiá:ner’s daughter, Kaniehtí:io, was pregnant a few hours later.

And Haytham’s just… What??????

And Haytham just books it because, he can’t claim the Surprise Child if he’s not there, right???

That is how it’s Achilles who finds Ratonhnhaké:ton and brings him to the School of Eagles where he is trained with the others.

And Haytham returns with three more dogs because he hasn’t learned anything at all and he thinks Ratonhnhaké:ton looks familiar but can’t place where.

Then he learns where he’s from and who his mother is and Haytham’s just thinking fate is truly cruel, sending his Surprise Child to him instead when he had been avoiding the Kingdom of Kanien'kéha for years now.

Of course, Edward remembers Haytham’s most disastrous Surprise and he puts two and two together, gleefully telling everyone that fate is a cruel mistress who has sent Haytham’s Surprise Child to him instead.

After that… well… Haytham and Ratonhnhaké:ton usually try to ignore each other.

Edward, who had taken Haytham under his wing when he was starting out as a Witcher, decides that the three of them should ‘hang out’ whenever they’re home.

It’s awkward for everyone involved.

Except Edward.

He thrives in the awkwardness.

#ratonhnhaké:ton is like the surprise child ciri #desmond is like the hunted chosen one ciri #altaïr is like the op ciri #ezio is the ‘everyone has the hots for this one’ ciri #together they form this au’s cirilla fiona elen riannon #lollol #assassin's creed #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #haytham kenway #edward kenway #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #ask and answer

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jadysyndrom · 7 years

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Congratulations! Today is Connor kenway’s BIRTHDAY

cannot miss his birthday lol Happy birthday, Connor!(04.04.17) I’d want to see all characters from Kenway series are alive (modern AU) and celebrate Connor’s birth. Yeaah! gather everyone!

#assassin's creed #assassin's creed 3 #assassin's creed liberation #assassin's creed 4 #assassin's creed rogue #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #haytham kenway #kaniehtí:io #oiá:ner #aveline de grandpré #gérald blanc #edward kenway #adéwalé #shay patrick cormac #achilles davenport #birthday

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isometricperspective · 7 years

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#assassin's creed #assassin's creed iii #ratonhnhaké:ton #kaniehtí:io #oiá:ner #achilles davenport

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rumor-imbris · 2 years

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Sono tornata!!! La Fatina Lunare!!!

What are your thoughts on Oiá:ner (Clan Mother) and Kanen'tó:kon (Connor's childhood friend)?

BIG HUGS!

La Fatina Lunare Giulietta 🌙✨

Welcome back, my sweet sparkling winged friend! ^-^

Well, I can have nothing but positive thoughts about them. I mean, Oià:ner is his grandma! She is a cute old lady full of wisdom making me want to write ten Modern AU fragments about visiting her and so on! ❀◕ ‿ ◕❀

As for Kanen'tó:kon, well... how can one not sympathise with that boy? At the beginning of the game, when you are teaching him how to hunt in the first sequences, I found him so tender in his insecurities and even recognized a bit of myself in him ≧◡≦ Needless to say it definitely tore me apart to cause his death, beside knowing Ratonhnhaké:ton has to live on with such a(nother) burden ç_ç

The only thing I disapproved of him was the fact that he easily and immediately believed Lee's poisoned words about his whole life best friend, which led to his death then. When they argue in the forest before you got to kill him, I just was shocked, like: "What? How can you believe he betrayed you all? Haven't you known him for all your life?? ☉▵☉"

I really wish he wouldn't have had to die; he is such a nice character and a good friend and I like to invent things about his life as we didn't have any chance to know him better in the game.

That's it! Thanks for your question, dear Fly soon back to me!

Tight Hugs <3

Your (Dark) Lady Connor *-*

#ask #thanks for asking #friends #la fatina lunare giulietta #Oià:ner #The Great Mother #Kanen'tò:kon #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor ac3 #ac3 #assassin's creed 3

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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A Gift Beyond Words

A Connor Kenway x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2,420 Warnings: Explicit Language

Author’s Note: DAY 12 OF THE CHRISTMAS FICS. BUCKLE UP PEOPLE IT’S A WILD RIDE TONIGHT. ENJOY! -Thorne

It was all Ellen’s idea to start with, gathering the residents of the Homestead, even Achilles and Robert, to the inn one Friday evening to announce a gift exchange. She laughed at Connor’s bewildered expression, remembering how she had to explain what it was to him, and then Ellen made everyone write their names on slips of paper and toss it in Warren’s hat.

Everyone picked a name, and by pure luck, she’d received Connor’s. It was downright impossible to force away the smile that came across her lips as she stowed the paper in her pocket. She knew by the look on his face that he didn’t receive hers—not that she was upset…only a wee bit. But, it gave him a chance to show appreciation for a friend. She was excited to plan a secret gift for Connor.

Except for the minor detail that she had no idea what he could possibly want considering the fact that he never told her what he wanted. He was too kind that way, considering his wants a burden on her—he’d rather handle it himself than make her worry.

She groaned, laying her head on the bar. “It’s hopeless,” she muttered. “I have no idea what to get him.”

A laugh sounded behind her. “Is your gift exchange receiver the cause of such enormous distress, (Y/N)?”

Sitting up, she glanced over her shoulder, offering a smile to the reverend. “Father Timothy, fancy seeing you in the tavern this late.”

He took a seat beside her, hat sitting on the counter. “I felt like having a warm meal.”

“That’s always a good reason,” She grinned.

Father Timothy regarded her a moment, then said, “You are in distress. Is there anything I can help you with?”

(Y/N) fought a scowl, simply shaking her head. “I’m afraid it’s not a religious problem, Father. No offense.”

He chuckled. “I am a man of God, but I am a friend of man as well.” A smile came across his lips. “I’d be happy to help you any way I can.”

“I—” she started, then let out a heavy sigh. “I got Connor’s name, but I don’t know what to get him.”

His features showed shock. “Really? Even as close as you two are?”

She laid her head back on the bar. “That’s the problem. We’re so close that I know what he has but he’s never told me what he wants.”

Turning her head, she met his eyes. “He’s not exactly the type of man I can buy a new outfit for or even weapons.” Her face pinched and she wagged a finger at him. “He’d never tell, but he’s incredibly picky about his weapons.”

Father Timothy watched her with amusement, then he tapped his chin and suggested, “I think you’re thinking about this too harshly.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “And I solve that how?”

He smiled. “In all the time you’ve known Connor, how happy has he been to receive a gift you bought?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I dunno…pretty happy?”

“And if you’ve given him a gift that was handmade? That came from the heart?” he countered.

Silence fell over her, then she stood up and grinned at him. “I know what to get him!” She pulled the man in for a quick hug. “Thank you, Father Timothy!”

Spinning on her heel, she hauled off for the door, him waving at her.

***

A heavy breath left her as she hopped over the ledge and she put her hands on her knees, breathing deeply.

“I don’t know how he goes back and forth this way,” (Y/N) sighed. “He’s absolutely insane to climb up and down these walls.”

She shook herself from her complaining and headed down the final wall, descending into the forest. The village could be seen from where she’d been, and she was happy to know that she was in the right place—except that they weren’t as happy to see an unfamiliar in their village.

The second (Y/N) stepped foot inside, there were muskets and bows pointed in her direction and she raised her hands.

“Skén:nen! (Y/N) iónkiáts! Ratonhnhaké:ton, ontiatén:ro' né:'e.” They faltered at the mention of Connor’s name and she smiled, lowering her hands. “I’m looking for Kanen'tó:kon.”

A young man stepped forward and smiled at her. “You speak our language well.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh. “Well, Ratonhnhaké:ton teaches me when he can.” She held out her hand. “You’re Kanen'tó:kon, then?”

He nodded, shaking her hand. “I remember seeing you when I came to warn him about Johnson.”

She tipped her head and clasped her hands in front of her. “I wished the situation hadn’t been dire or else I’d’ve introduced myself.”

His eyes scanned her face. “And yet you have come now. Is Ratonhnhaké:ton alright?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yes, he is. I…needed a favor, but I’m afraid it’ll take a moment to explain.” She offered him a sympathetic look. “Do you have time?”

“I do,” he replied, waving her to follow.

Kanen'tó:kon led her to one of the longhouses near the middle of the camp and gestured for her to enter. When she did, she saw an older woman, wise appearing, and she bowed politely.

The woman smiled at her. “You are the one Ratonhnhaké:ton speaks of when he returns.”

She felt her cheeks warm and directed her gaze to the ground. “I’m…glad my reputation precedes me.” (Y/N) glanced back at her. “May I sit, Oiá:ner?”

The woman nodded. “Of course.” When (Y/N) had, she asked, “What brings you to Kanatahséton? Is Ratonhnhaké:ton well?”

Grinning, she nodded. “He is. I’m actually here for a personal matter…that I don’t need him knowing about.”

Oiá:ner frowned. “You ask a great deal of us by that. We are not ones to deceive our own.”

(Y/N) sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. “It’s nothing major. He wouldn’t be upset or betrayed if he found out.”

“Then what would he be?” Kanen’tó:kon asked, and she could tell the question was a thinly veiled threat.

“Well, I hope he would be happy.” She pulled out a small cylinder from her pack and uncapped it, unrolling the blank parchment inside.

“What…is that?” he inquired.

(Y/N) glanced at him. “It’s a gift I’m hoping to give him.”

A dark brow arched on Kanen’tó:kon’s forehead. “A blank piece of paper?”

She snorted. “I was hoping that you and your tribe would write something down for him.” His eyes went wide and (Y/N) looked to Oiá:ner. “Ratonhnhaké:ton is currently living at the Davenport Homestead not terribly far from here.”

The woman nodded. “We are aware. He is building up a settlement, is he not?”

She beamed with pride. “Ratonhnhaké:ton has done a fantastic job of rebuilding the Homestead. He’s found so many people new homes and new beginnings.” (Y/N) didn’t realize that they were watching her with smiles. “He’s even helped me become who I am today. I wouldn’t be the person I am—” she went quiet as Kanen’tó:kon chuckled.

Oiá:ner simply smiled. “I am glad he is so important to you.”

(Y/N) coughed to hide her embarrassment. “Oh, you know.”

“So, what exactly are we doing?” he asked.

“Well at the Homestead, the residents are having a gift exchange this Christmas.” She explained. “Christmas is a colonial winter celebration. The gift exchange is meant to be anonymous. Whoever gives you the gift isn’t supposed to tell you. It’s, well, it’s a secret,” (Y/N) finalized.

A heavy sigh left her. “He hasn’t asked for anything recently and I’ve been running in circles to think of something and I realized that maybe a gift like a nice shirt or knife isn’t the best one.”

She met their gazes and murmured, “But I think reassuring words from his family and friends would mean more to him than anything I could ever buy him.”

They seemed shocked at her suggestion and she eyed her hands. “I know it seems a bit big, having everyone write something down, but I know it would make him happy.” (Y/N) got on her knees and bowed. “Please do this for me, and ultimately for Ratonhnhaké:ton.”

When no response was given, she felt tears grow in her eyes, but she held strong to her position and request.

“When Ratonhnhaké:ton mentioned that he loved a colonial woman, I was worried about him. But…it seems I was wrong to question his judgment.”

She looked up at Kanen’tó:kon to see him smiling warmly at her. He gestured to her. “Do you have a writing tool? I would be honored to give him words of encouragement and friendship.”

(Y/N) felt like crying she was so overjoyed, simply nodding and pulling out the ink and quill. She glanced at Oiá:ner who was smiling kindly at her.

***

Connor hurried back to the manor as fast as he could, more than concerned that she was hurt or sick. She hadn’t been at the gift exchange, leaving him to awkwardly wade through the residents by himself. Eventually, he’d learned that she had to have been the one to pull his name because no one had given him a gift.

He stepped into the manor and sped up the stairs to her bedroom, but it was empty. His brows furrowed from confusion when he heard a noise from his own room and he turned, walking down the hall.

Peeking inside, he caught sight of (Y/N) setting a small box on his bed. Overcome with such relief at her safety, he forgot to announce himself and walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

***

Her face pinched as she set up the box in another fashion, positioning the card beside it this time. But when it fell, she sighed and picked it up, finally deciding to tuck it underneath. Satisfied with her work, she was planning on sneaking out of his room when someone’s arms wound around her.

She jerked in terror, letting out a bloodcurdling scream as she began to thrash against their grasp.

“Let go of me!” she screeched, kicking her legs out. “Get off!”

Their arms rose, folding hers to her chest so that she couldn’t hit them, and they yelled, “(Y/N)! It’s me! Ratonhnhaké:ton!”

Stilling in his arms, she leaned forward and craned her neck, catching sight of her lover, his eyes wide, but humor on his face. (Y/N) let out a groan, her body suddenly turning to jelly as he lowered her to the ground.

“Christ in a handbasket, Ratonhnhaké:ton.” She heaved and whacked his arm. “You scared me half to death.”

Connor chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple in attempt to appease her. “Apologies, Otsi’tsa. I did not mean to scare you.”

“Uh huh,” she deadpanned, not buying a single word.

“It is true. I was relieved to see you unharmed.” He said, and her brows pulled together.

(Y/N) shook her head. “What? What are you talking about?”

Connor shifted so he could face her, explaining, “When you did not show at the gift exchange, I worried that you had hurt yourself or been hurt.”

She felt her cheeks warm. “Oh…no…I just…” she sighed and reached up on the bed, grabbing his present. She handed it to him. “I didn’t want to give it to you in front of everyone.”

He took it from her, fingers gliding along the wrapped box.

“It’s a bit too personal for a group get together.” She said.

Connor met her gaze. “May I open it?”

“Of course. It’s yours.”

His face lit up as he started opening it, and (Y/N) felt warmth grow in her chest at how careful he was with the wrapping paper—as if it were an extension of the gift itself.

He set the untorn paper aside and opened the rectangular box, glancing at the scroll of parchment inside. She could see the confusion on his face, and she snorted. “Just unroll it and you’ll see.”

Connor did as she said, and the moment he recognized his people’s language, (Y/N) saw tears well in his eyes. Not knowing if they were tears of sadness, she reached over and placed her hand on his knee.

“Are you…unhappy with it?” she hesitated, and he gaped at her, mouth moving, but no words coming from him. The tears started falling down his cheeks and he quickly shoved the paper forward, so they wouldn’t drop on the ink.

She reached forward, frantically wiping them away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad, Ratonhnhaké:ton.” (Y/N) felt tears growing in her own eyes. “Oh, this was a bad idea, I’m so sorry,” she lamented. “Please forgive me for—”

“Thank you,” he croaked. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

Her hands stopped moving, resting on his face and she doubted, “You like it?”

A watery laugh left him, and he nodded, placing the scroll back in the box and reached up to hold her hands.

“I love it.” he confessed. “This gift is—” Connor seemed a loss for words, and he said that, “This gift is beyond words.” He shifted her hands, pressing his lips to her palms. “There are no words to describe what this means to me.”

Her eyes twinkled as she smiled at him. “I’m glad…so glad that you love it.”

Connor shifted his hands and cupped her cheeks. “Niá:wen ki�� wáhi, (Y/N).”

She beamed at him. “You’re welcome, Ratonhnhaké:ton.” Leaning forward, she pressed herself to his chest, feeling him wrap his arms around her.

They sat in silence for a while, then he whispered, “You got the entire village to write?”

(Y/N) hummed. “I did. Also got the shit scared out of me when I was greeted by guns.” She snorted. “Should’ve expected that one though. Being a stranger and all.”

He chuckled and she felt it through her side. “We are welcoming, and wary of strangers, but—” Connor tilted her chin up. “You are not a stranger to my village, or me.”

She hummed. “I’m not?” He nodded and she slipped her hand in the opening at the top of his shirt, palm pressed flat to his chest; his heart skipped a beat under her hand, and she murmured, “Then show me.”

“Show you?” Connor quietly repeated.

(Y/N) lightly dug her nails into his skin, purring, “Show me I’m not a stranger to you, Ratonhnhaké:ton.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he ran his thumb along her bottom lip. “You walk thin ice, (Y/N).”

She winked. “For you? Always.”

Connor couldn’t help but chuckle, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Konnorónhkwa.”

“I love you, too,” she breathed.

#connor kenway x reader #connor kenway x reader imagine #connor kenway x reader imagines #connor kenway imagine #connor kenway imagines #connor kenway #Ratonhnhaké:ton #ac3 #ac3 imagine #ac3 imagines #assassins creed 3 #assassins creed 3 imagines #assassins creed 3 imagine #ac imagines #ac imagine #assassins creed imagine #assassins creed imagines

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ao3feed-assassinscreed · 2 years

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Under the Eagle's Wing

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3An8Pe2

by Cameelo

Haytham takes his newly discovered children back to Boston with him.

so my bf, Ironick(sharing this account) had this idea of Connor getting a twin sister and being found by Haytham, but then they completely trashed the idea, so me being me, i'm going to be it's new mum :P (I also picked a better title, hehe)

Words: 6936, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Templar Twins

Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Haytham Kenway, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor, Original Kenway Character(s) (Assassin's Creed), Oiá:ner (Assassin's Creed), Kaniehtí:io | Ziio (mentioned), Original Characters, Charles Lee, John Pitcairn, William Johnson, Thomas Hickey

Relationships: Kaniehtí:io | Ziio/Haytham Kenway, Gen - Relationship

Additional Tags: Native American Character(s), 18th Century, Assassin's Creed III, Assassin's Creed: Forsaken, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Memories, Caring Haytham Kenway, Good Parent Haytham Kenway, Haytham Kenway's A+ Parenting, Fatherhood, Twins, Sibling Bonding, Grief/Mourning, Hidden Blades, Eagle Vision (Assassin's Creed), Poor Haytham Kenway, Angst and Feels, Kenway Family, Feels, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor Deserves Happiness, Connor gets a twin sister, Jacob and Evie Frye's relationship inspired this, Haytham raising twins, there are characters from my other work, also some of the plots are the same, Adorable Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor, i love the templars in ac3

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3An8Pe2

#ao3feed #fanfic #assassin's creed #assassins creed

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thatbellagaze · 7 years

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Invitation.

“Bella,” Connor said, smiling, “Oiá:ner wanted me to ask if you would like to join her for a festival in our village...”

She nodded, beaming. Connor knew he and his best friend would be able to convince the tribe to accept her somehow. This would be a start.

Good morning @swiggle-muffin @lady-mz-hyde @emouel @nitwitchcoldsage @coolpurple82 @thebegin @dory888 @fantasymuses25 @gazizaty @rook-ie @candiepoison @iloveratohnhaketon @freedomaboveallelse @art-strong @victorianassassinqueen @apothecarious @arrowofeden @tricks-and-kills @tokufan1 @thepandadrawer @arnosblxdes @lil-templar @vrgxo @jiruchan @jezsiema @thank-god-its-fryeday @theintrovertowl and @llljacobfrye4lifelll

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ramshackledtrickster · 8 months

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This was from a while ago and I’ve been debating on posting it (I’m just sorry I haven’t been posting more frequently since school started) but messy idea of some of Ziio’s side of the story towards the end of the 7 years war prologue in ac3.

I kinda wanted her to parallel Ratonhnhaké:ton more in terms of putting herself on the line and being distanced from her village in the meantime in an effort to keep them safe, though put herself through extreme stress and risk instead. For context in this, Ziio has been gone for a long time, and Oiá:ner has even sent people to try and find her while she’s been off on this war effort. Ziio only comes home when she feels she has secured the safety of the valley, especially with finding Achilles on the way back home and finding out she’s part of a much larger war now since her involvement with haytham and his crew (explaining why and how she’s technically an assassin ally)

I really wanted to give her a more vulnerable moment here where the cracks begin to show and being away from her support system really affected her, especially after everything she’s gone through. She’s incredibly cool and capable but she’s only human— and I really wish the game explored more of her and Oiá:ner’s conflict and dynamic personally since there’s some pretty interesting lore within her bio regarding that. She’s a risk taker but in some ways she bit off more than she could chew here.

When Ratonhnhaké:ton comes around and eventually leaves the village to find the assassins, Oiá:ner sees so much of Ziio within him too and worries that he’ll suffer the same fate and stress— but she doesn’t want to fight with him like she fought and butt heads with Ziio all those years ago.

#assassins creed #assassins creed 3 #ziio #kaniehtí:io #oiá:ner #day idk of wishing for a Ziio dlc/more lore and content w her and spinning the lore of her in my head #my art #fanart

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peridot-tears · 1 year

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Modern AC3 AU. No Templars, no Assassins, Ratohnhaké:ton's parents stay together, Ziio gets to live, Haytham gets to not be driven into hating everyone, Oiá:ner gets to be a regular grandma and elder...

Except whether we like it or not, the racial reality of being born to a white father and an Indigenous mother is gonna have to be something Ratohnhaké:ton deals with. Is he gonna grow up on the rez? Is he still just Kanien'keha:ka, or would his family have intermarried? Kanien'keha:ka tend to be around Canaydia now, so is Connor Canadian??? Would Oiá:ner be a residential school survivor? A Mohawk Warrior Society (northeast equivalent of AIM) member? Or are they in upstate New York, AKA South Canada? Or did the fam just say fuck that noise and move to Iceland? Are they in Montana now, because we like meta?

See, I really, really wanna write a modern AU where Ratohnhaké:ton goes to Beijing and learns rope dart, but I've seen how people treat Chinese diaspora stories in danmei fandoms and don't want to do the same shit to Indigenous people 🥴

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asscrackcreed · 2 years

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my aunt looks like Oiá:ner the mother clan ???

#i had to turn around i was so stunned to realise that today #assassin's creed #ac #ac3 #assassins creed 3 #text

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historybehindassassinscreed · 7 years

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In Game:

Kanatahséton was a Kanien'kehá:ka (”people of the flint”) village that was located in the Mohawk Valley during the 18th century. It was located close to the First Civilization Grand Temple in order to keep it safe. The village was most notable for being the birthplace of Ratonhnhaké:ton.

The village itself was founded towards the beginning of the 18th century by the Kanien'kehá:ka, which were a part of the Iroquois Confederacy. The village also held a Piece of Eden known as the Crystal Ball, which the people used to speak to Juno in the Nexus.

In 1760, during the French and Indian War, the village was burned down by troops ordered by George Washington, in order to diminish possible threat based on the Native Americans working with the French against the British Army. During this burning, Ratonhnhaké:ton's mother, Kaniehtí:io, was killed.

Even after he left for his assassin training, Ratonhnhaké:ton kept in contact with the people in his village, even returning every now and then to speak to Oiá:ner (”clan mother”).

After the end of the American Revolutionary War, the village was abandoned in order to compensate for the growing colonies.

In Real Life:

The Mohawk Valley is a region in New York, the United States. It surrounds the Mohawk River and is in between the Adirondack Mountains and the Catskill Mountains. Today, it is the sixth economic region in the state of New York.

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During the 1700s, however, the Mohawk Valley was of prime strategic importance; to the British, it provided a corridor to the Great Lakes from which they would be able to threaten New France during the French and Indian War. To the French, however, it provided access to the Hudson Valley and British America. In addition to this, there were many Kanien'kehá:ka settlements in or near the area, who were crucial British allies.

At the beginning of the war, one of the major British strongholds in the Mohawk corridor was Fort Oswego, which was located on Lake Ontario. In 1756, the French managed to capture the fort after a short siege, leaving the Mohawk Valley open to assault from the French. While the French did not directly exploit the new opportunity they were given, this victory did sway some of the Iroquois tribes who were living in the area towards the side of the French.

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This Region continued to play a pivotal role in human settlement and the Revolutionary War, mainly due to its strategic, natural transportation route—the Mohawk River valley. In 1777, the British released a campaign hoping to squash the American Rebellion by capturing the strategic Mohawk and Hudson River waterways and cut New England off from the southern colonies.

Native American tribes were divided because of the war, both in whom they supported and through the way that they were separated physically because of the war. Because of the 7,500 European settlers in the Mohawk Valley in 1775, an estimated one-third of the natives were killed or driven out. Another third fled to Canada as Loyalists, later to return and plunder their former neighbors. Those remaining grew grain to supply George Washington's armies while defending their homes.

The British unleashed a series of attacks along the Frontier after the American victory at Oriskany and British defeat at Saratoga, attacking innocent Native American civilians, known as the “Burning of Valleys.” The Patriots retaliated in what would later be called "Border Raids."

Sources:

http://www.mohawkvalleyhistory.com/themes/revolutionary-war#.WOhSCdIrLIV

http://bvma.org/wordpress/?page_id=9

http://www.oldfortjohnson.org/

#Assassin's Creed #Locations #AC 3

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