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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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≈ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

≈ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.

≈ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.

≈ The fill/request doesn't necessarily need to be smut.

≈ Don't flame, if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything.

≈ Have a question? Feel free to PM me.

≈ Last, but not least: HAVE FUN!

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ShayCon, loss of virginity

(Anonymous) 2014-11-24 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Connor and Shay have sex for the first time. Connor is a virgin, and really shy/awkward/self-conscious about everything, so Shay takes his time to ease Connor into it and really make him enjoy the experience.

Bonus points for:
(D/s, with Shay as a really gentle/giving but strict/firm Dom, and Connor shocked at how much it puts him at ease/he loves it
(Both of them being really turned on by the age difference
(Happy cuddling in the afterglow


(Captcha says: the name of Robert is? Get out of my captcha de Sable)

Re: ShayCon, loss of virginity

(Anonymous) 2014-11-24 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Want this pairing so bad right now. Not sure how it comes to be though, Shay returning to the colonies after his mission to meet Templar!Connor? Or maybe a forbidden Assassin!Connor relationship? I doubt Daddy!Haytham will be to pleased :p

Anyway, second!

exhausted Edward

(Anonymous) 2014-11-25 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Can we have some exhausted Edward and the effect it has on him emotionally, physically, mentally.

I mean, all the running, jumping, climbing, fighting, sailing, storms, drinking... Has gotta be really really exhausting.

Re: exhausted Edward

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
So true. He needs a day off to go sun tanning (or something more pirate associated) I feel like he probably has a bad case of jaw-tan from wearing that hood all the time.

I second this prompt to the power of nine. Thousand.

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William Johnson love

(Anonymous) 2014-11-25 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
The lack of Johnson in this meme is kind of insulting, considering how hot that guy is.

I'd love to see some more of him. Some scenarios I had in mind were:

- Masturbation. Simple as that. Just Billy jackin' it after a long, tiresome day of trying to bring peace and order to the world.
- Him topping the fuck out of Haytham. Fast and hard, and with Haytham being a quivering mess beneath him, bent over the desk (rimjobs with Haytham riding Johnson's rocking beard would be a fantastic plus).
- Him powerbottoming the fuck out of Haytham. Again, fast and hard, with Will riding Haytham's dick like a champ and keeping his composure while Haytham loses it.

You don't even have to give me a semblance of plot, PWP is perfectly fine. I just... I /need/ more William Johnson in my life. Please.

Leonardo/Cesare - dubcon with stuck-in-closet Ezio [ALL THE ANGST!]

(Anonymous) 2014-11-25 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, in case the title alone was not clear...

Ezio sneaks into the Castel Sant'Angelo to have sexy funtimes with Leonardo. Who is currently in the process of rifling through Cesare's personal things to find clues as to where there's more caches of weapons and WMDs hidden.

Leonardo is, of course, Very Not Happy at seeing Ezio in the literal wolf den. Ezio doesn't care and tries to give him a blowjob through his clothes.

Then Cesare shows up. And Ezio is hastily showed into a closet, and Leonardo pretends that his presence and state of half-arousal is due to wanting Cesare. Who is all up for tapping that glorious ass.

While Ezio is stuck in the closet and can't do anything but watch and hear the whole thing...

Re: Leonardo/Cesare - dubcon with stuck-in-closet Ezio [ALL THE ANGST!]

(Anonymous) 2015-06-28 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Seconded, man

AltMal modern! sorry, long request!

(Anonymous) 2014-11-26 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
okay, for some time now I have an idea in my head but I'm not good enough with writing to write it by myself so I'll just post it here instead.

And I'm sorry because this will be long!

okay. Let's see.

I had this idea about Altaïr and Malik being a couple in high school, they're all cute and stuff but after they graduate, Malik tells Altaïr that he wants to go to Syria because of... something. Idk, sorry. But Altaïr doesn't want to come with him because he is gay and afraid that something could happen to the two of them because he heard way to much stuff about gay couples in Middle East so he stays where he is atm (I don't know where, sorry again)
And then, 7 or 8 years later, they meet again, after Malik came back into the country but didn't wanted to tell Altaïr because he lost his arm and has a son now (I just love Tazim, okay?) And they meet each other on accident in an different town where they used to live and go to school.

during the last years, Altaïr had a terrible/abusive relationship with someone (idk maybe Robert or something? I don't care.) and tried to get away but it didn't matter how hard he tried, his ex always found him because he's working for the police and can find out in which city he is living atm and so on. So Altaïr is completely broke because of moving through the country and he is really running on empty and started drinking or something and all he needed for some years now was someone to get him out there.

So, anyway, the meet somehow and Altaïr offers him to stay at his place because Malik has nowhere to go and somehow everything goes on from there and I really I don't know what else could happen... I just want the two of them to be happy once? maybe be happy together in the end? please, you would make my day if they end up together again and be happy this time!

okay, that's it. Again, I'm sorry it's so long, maybe someone wants to fill it anyways.
I love you guys! ♥

Re: AltMal modern! sorry, long request!

(Anonymous) 2014-12-04 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
A modern AU with actual PLOT? I'd love to read this.

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(Anonymous) 2014-11-26 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Ezio being forcefully stripped down and being embarrassed as fuck about it. Can be any character/group of characters.

(Anonymous) 2014-11-26 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
... Like being forcefully stripped because he's hurt and being embarrassed because he's hard as a rock?

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Connor's Sexual Therapy

(Anonymous) 2014-11-27 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe it's a modern AU, maybe Desmond's lineage is at stake, but OP would like to see a situation where Altair, Ezio, and Desmond all have sex with Connor. Like, literal sexual therapy. Connor wants to have sex but his anxiety always gets in the way, so they all take turns having gentle sex with Connor while the other two keep Connor calm.
Obviously non or dub con is out the picture, but OP would like emphasis on feelings of safety and peace because it's the brotherhood y'know?
Pairings are up to you, though OP prefers the OT4.

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im screaming how the hell did this not get filled???????

Edward? Edward! Where'd you go?

(Anonymous) 2014-11-27 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
I love Edward! There's been one prompt on him in the last two pages! Anything Edward-y goes. Especially if it's Kiddway.

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(Anonymous) 2014-11-27 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He's probably passed out drunk in a pile of leaves, and Kidd is looking for something to prod him awake.

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Marquis de Sade/ Arno

(Anonymous) 2014-11-27 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
So, I haven't finished the game yet (so no spoilers beyond sequence 5, please!), but since the mission, I've been wanting to see some Marquis/ Arno slash. The Marquis just seems to be... well, oozing sex.

So let's ooze some sex onto Arno!

Bonus points if:
- It's rough, like really rough (sorry, kink)
- Arno is virginal

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(Anonymous) 2014-11-27 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
From one of the trailers, so not more spoiler than that (though the context itself would be): "You used me!" / "We used each other..."

I'm sure someone could do something with that...

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Shay/Monro

(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Anything, just anything because no one has written anything for this ship and it's amazing. Could be fluff, angst, etc.

FILL: but now we're through, so we'll go on shore

(Anonymous) 2016-01-13 11:57 am (UTC)(link)
Winter was so cold here in the North. Shay loathed to admit it to himself, but he definitely should have accepted that pair of mittens Gist had tried to offer him earlier.

But far be it that he would also admit it to the man, who had laughed at him when he had declined and had said that he would regret that soon enough. And how had he been supposed to know it was going to get this cold and windy?

His bastard of a first mate was now blowing air into his (mitten-covered) palms, rubbing them together for warmth, while Colonel Monro had already retired under the deck, into the captain's cabin to write some letters. Shay envied them both immensely. The viciously blowing wind forced him to keep his hands tightly on the wheel, and his fingers were protesting.

Gist gave him a sideways glance.

”I could take over,” he said. ”If, perchance, your fingers were on the brink of freezing off.”

Shay felt his face flush red. Hopefully it would not show from behind his hood, or the red already there because of the cold.

”I'm alright,” he said, and Gist fell quiet, inching closer to him.

”I am being serious, Shay,” the man said and placed a hand on Shay's shoulder. ”You're no help to any of us if you lose all your fingers to frostbites.”

Shay considered telling the man to jump off his ship or something. The cold all around him, coupled with how badly he had slept last night, was making him so irritated. But then, it was not Gist's fault that he was an idiot, was it? He let his shoulders drop.

”Maybe the colonel needs help with the letters,” he said. ”I'll be in the cabin for a while.” Gist gave him a tentative smile, possibly trying not to look smug. Shay appreciated the attempt.

He didn't bother with the stairs, instead climbing over the railing in front of him and dropping down in front of the cabin door. He knocked before entering, mainly just to let the colonel know that someone was coming in, and pulled the door open.

”Colonel,” he greeted with a bow of his head as Monro looked up from the papers.

”Master Cormac,” he said, setting his quill down and getting up. ”Is something wrong?”

”No,” Shay said hastily, shutting the door behind him. The cabin probably was not really all that warm, but even the refuge from the freezing wind was enough to make it feel heavenly. He pulled off his gloves and tucked his hands into his sleeves, touching his considerably warmer wrist. ”Gist took over for a while.”

There was something passing over Monro's face: amusement, probably, Shay though sourly. He must have heard the conversation he had had with Gist about mittens, too. Shay braced himself for a ”told you so”, but it never came. Instead, Monro walked around the table and lightly touched his arm.

”Your fingers must be freezing. Here, let me help.” He coaxed Shay to pull his hands out of his sleeves and took them in his, gently examining them. Shay felt his face burn again and as Monro brough their hands in front of his mouth, breathing warmth into them, he felt his stomach twist itself into thousands of knots. Monro did not seem to notice, or if he did, he did not comment on it. He simply closed his hands around Shay's and pulled him towards the bed.

”You should get your cold coat off,” he said and pushed Shay down on the bed.

”You don't need to,” Shay started, but Monro put a finger on his lips before fishing a wollen blanket from the foot of the bed.

”It would be very rude of me to simply turn back to my work,” he said. ”I have, after all, been down here for most of the day, while you, Gist, and all the other crew members have been working in the cold.” He set the blanket in Shay's lap and his hands came up to unclasp the coat, but Shay swatted them away as gently as he could in his sudden panic. Warming his hands up was one thing, leading him to the bed was already a little more concerning, but undressing him would probably just result in a very awkward reaction from him. He could hardly afford to antagonize Monro, out of all people.

Monro didn't seem to mind. He took the blanket again and draped it over Shay's shoulders when he got the coat off.

”I am not that cold,” Shay muttered. ”I'll just warm up my fingers and then go back.”

Monro gave him a fatherly smile and a nod, and turned around, walking back to the table and sitting down. They fell into a comfortable silence, and Shay quickly found himself yawning, calmed by the warmth of the blanket and the quiet scratching of the quill against the paper. He distracted himself from his fatigue by regarding Monro carefully, watching his arm move as he wrote, his brow furrow occasionally. There were no sudden pauses, no reactions hinting about mistakes, no long periods of trying to come up with the proper word. The colonel was working calmly and steadily, not fast but methodically and attentively. It was hypnotic to look at.

The person Shay had been for so long before meeting the colonel would not have been able to appreciate this. He would have scoffed, and made a joke, and shot up from the bed, running up to the deck in search of something to distract him from the orderly and the silent. Liam had always trailed behind him, trying to hold him back, but he had been so difficult to reason with.

His mood took the turn for blacker when the thought of Liam did not simply pass through his mind but instead remained. He had tried to avoid thinking about the man so much, damn it, but recently he had taken over Shay's thoughts again, rendering him sleepless on many a night. And why now? Even the wound from the bullet had stopped aching. He had honestly thought he could live the rest of his life without paying any more than fleeting thought–

”Master Cormac?”

”Yes?” he answered fast, snapping upright. Colonel Monro had turned his chair towards the bed and was looking at him, concern filling his expression.

”You looked very troubled. May I ask what you were thinking about?”

Shay did consider telling him the truth. But rational thought won over quickly. As fatherly and nursing as Monro had been towards him, he doubted he would appreciate getting pulled into his personal issues. Hell, even he himself didn't want to be pulled into them.

”Nothing, Colonel,” he said, offering a smile to make up for the frown that had found its way onto his face. ”I was just... It's pretty cold up here. In the North, I mean.” It was a rather lame attempt, but at least it might discourage Monro from pursuing the matter.

The colonel watched him quietly for a moment, and then stood, walking over to the bed with long strides. He sat down next to Shay and draped his arm over Shay's shoulders.

”Shay, I care for you deeply,” he said, and Shay could not turn his gaze away from the man's pale eyes, staring intensely into his. ”You do not need to conceal your thoughts from me. I can clearly see that you are troubled by something when you barely even sleep.” His gaze softened and he pulled Shay a little closer.

Shay fought a short battle against the tightness in his chest and throat, trying to banish it, but he had no chance of success when Monro was looking at him so gently, his mind highlighting the contrast between this and the constant bouts of a terrible feeling of rejection his life had consisted of prior to meeting Colonel George Monro. He clenched his jaw in the final attempt to keep himself in check, but it was no good.

Monro drew him into his embrace as he averted his eyes and curled up into himself, trying not to be so pathetic. He clung to the man, resting his chin on his shoulder. The blanket fell off as he moved, but its warmth would have been secondary to Monro's either way. It was not much of a loss.

They stayed there for a long time, until Shay had gotten his breathing under his control again. Until Monro picked up the blanket again and pulled away from him to drape it over his shoulders again, a gentle smile on his lips as he brushed Shay's unravelled hair out of his eyes.

”Sleep now, Master Cormac,” he said. ”I'm sure Gist will not mind taking care of the Morrígan while you regain your peace.”

”Thank you, Colonel,” Shay croaked out, half-ashamed of how hoarse his voice had suddenly gotten. Monro simply smiled and gently pushed him down to lay on the bed, pecking him gently on the lips before standing.

”I'll inform your good first mate,” he said. ”Rest well, my friend.”

Then he was gone through the door, and Shay did not even have the energy to pull off his trousers or shirt: he was out within minutes, drifting into deep, undisturbed sleep.


1. Holy hell, I made Shay so emo. Dammit.
2. I only wrote this once and read through it like twice, so it's a little rough.

Ezio is a vocal bottom

(Anonymous) 2014-11-30 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Ezio is the Sex. We know this.
And he loves the Sexing with the lovely women and gorgeous men. We know this, too.

And when he tops, he tops the hell out of whoever he's with and is in complete control, can have sex without making any noise, etc. But when he bottoms he's as noisy as a cat in heat. Moaning, giving orders, offering a running commentary on his orgasm(s), you name it he does it. Mostly involuntarily.

His lover has fun with this.

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Oh, my god... Yes plz.

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Rememberance

(Anonymous) 2014-12-01 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Today is the anniversary of Ezio Auditore day Firenze's death. November 30th, 1524.

May we have some fluff?

or tear jerkery from Sofia's side of things?

Small Fill: Portrait of the Wrong Man

(Anonymous) 2014-12-03 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
A/N: No, not doing angst, I wanna give us all some Ezio/Sofia fluff, and I just want her reaction to seeing that massive portrait of him in Isola Tiburina, because Bro'hood Ezio and Revelations Ezio do not look like the same man.

Also, my geography is ALL over the place. I can't place where stuff is.

I hope OP enjoys :)

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The journey from Venezia to Roma was long and tiresome, riddled with small annoyances that left Sofia feeling quite out-of-sorts with her husband. She wished his Order did not need to see him the very moment he set foot on Italian soil, but neither could she refuse him, knowing that his sister awaited him at the end of the journey.

Roma was just as Sofia had imagined: the Colosseo, the Foro Romano, the Temple of Julius Caesar, and the Pantheon all impressive and beautifully restored. Ezio pointed each landmark out to her, and gave her a short history of each one, ending each with, "and then I bought it," making her laugh at his silliness. Sofia felt far more forgiving of him after that.

She sat beside him on the driver's seat, her head tipped to one side, leaning against him. Every so often Ezio would glance at her.

"Would you like to drive?" Ezio asked her as they passed the Capitoline Hill. "It is not far."

Sofia shook her head. "You know the way better than I."

They crossed the bridges onto Tiber Island and Sofia noticed tension easing from Ezio's shoulders, a tension she hadn't even noticed before. She rubbed a hand up his back and he smiled tiredly at her.

"It feels safe, coming here," he admitted reluctantly.

Sofia said nothing, just hummed and looked around at the people as they passed.

A young woman wearing white robes met them at the door to an unassuming, but very tall building at the centre of the island.

"Emiliana Santi, time has been kind to you," Ezio said, kissing the girl's knuckle as he bowed.

"Mentore, it is good to see you back, alive and well," the Assassin replied.

"Is my sister waiting for me?"

Emiliana nodded. "In your office, Mentore."

Ezio nodded. "Will you keep my wife, Sofia, company and show her around the galleries?" He looked at Sofia, a silent plea in his eyes that Sofia could not deny; she wondered where he had perfected that puppy-dog look.

"I would love to see your home, Ezio," Sofia said, stepping down from the carriage as she spoke.

"Madonna," Emiliana said, bowing low like a man would, meeting a queen. If Ezio was the king of the Assassins, Sofia mused, that *would* make her a queen.

Ezio's business took a while: Emiliana showed Sofia the models of Maestro Leonardo's weapons, made by Ezio and approved by the Maestro himself, during the first years of the new century; she showed Sofia the collections of weapons and armours that reminded Sofia of Ezio's home in Constantinople (and a small part of her wondered if their future home would hold such a room; she squashed that thought). Emiliana even brought Sofia to the ceremonial chamber in the lower basement, which had some frescoes worked on by Leonardo da Vinci, also, a gift to his liberators after his release from Cesare Borgia's imprisonment.

The last room Sofia entered was the gallery. There were a number of fine artworks, many by artists she knew of, and a small collection of Leonardo's works, and one which had a defiant label stating that one Gian Giacomo Caprotti had painted it, although it had been attributed to his master. There were a few portraits in the room, larger than life size, of members of the Borgia family, much to Sofia's surprise; they were painted with what she supposed was accuracy rather than emotion, and far less flair than Leonardo's work.

"Il Mentore painted these himself, Madonna Auditore," Emiliana explained.

Sofia was surprised: Ezio, a painter? She supposed it was not something he advertised, although having been born a noble son, she decided it was not unexpected. And certainly, Leonardo's influence would help nurture any artistic inclinations her husband might have.

"You should see the ones they rescued from the Villa Auditore, that he painted when he was seventeen or so, Madonna. I am not sure where Madonna Claudia keeps them now, but they show quite a bit of skill in one so young."

Sofia was saddened. Her husband had painted portraits of people he had... eliminated, from the age of seventeen? How had the romantic side of him survived? The side of him that would fetch a worthless painting simply because it held sentimental value, the side of him that would traipse all over a city for the right flowers in the right colour, the side of him that would hold her hair back when she was seasick and insist she was still the most beautiful creature he had beheld, even when she felt as green as her dress.

The last picture was one around which a few young Assassins had gathered. IT featured a tall man, cowled and garbed in white, with military straight posture, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. It was another Leonardo da Vinci painting, one which would likely never see the light of day, and Sofia felt privileged to have seen so much of the famous Maestro's work in one day. The love he had for his subject shone through in the idealised figure, the bold colours, the smirk on the lips of the hard-eyed assassin Mentore it depicted.

Sofia did not know how long she studied the painting of Ezio as he had been, but eventually all the young recruits disappeared, and even Emiliana looked as though she would rather sleep, when Ezio stepped up behind Sofia and dismissed the Assassin girl with a look.

"What do you think?" Ezio asked, his voice studiously neutral.

"I think that the artist knew his subject very well. I think the artist was very fond of his subject," Sofia replied, eyeing Ezio; she was amused to realise he was holding in his gut in an attempt to reduce his waist.

"Anything else?" Ezio asked, again studiously neutral.

"I think that the man in this painting is not the man that I married," Sofia said, moving to twine her arms around one of his and lay her head on his shoulder. "The man in that portrait is an honourable one, no doubt, but he is far too serious, and I doubt he would bring anybody flowers, let alone white tulips."

"No?"

"No. I like this man far better," Sofia replied, kissing Ezio's cheek.

Ezio let out an audible sigh of relief. "I'm glad you said that. I do not think I could suck in my gut for another second!"

Sofia kissed him softly on the lips. "Tell me that we can start looking for a home in Toscana soon," she begged prettily. "I do not know how much longer I can convince my husband that my morning sickness is really sea sickness!"

"Your husband was never duped for a second, Sofia: you are far too strong of spirit to be felled by something so lowering as sea sickness. Ti amo, Sofia," Ezio replied with a lazy grin.

"Hmm, ti amo, Ezio."

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Re: Fill: Monro/Shay, gentle sex

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Yes! You like it! That's great. Thank you for letting me know.

So I misfired.

(Anonymous) 2014-12-01 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry for being an idiot.

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Daniel cross needs some love, honestly

(Anonymous) 2014-12-02 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
I just need more Daniel Cross in my life.

So just anything with him.

Have him take a couple dicks
Or just get drunk and cry about life
Or be really angsty
I dunno man
I just need more Daniel Cross

Re: Daniel cross needs some love, honestly

(Anonymous) 2014-12-03 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Op is totally right, daniel needs some love

(I'm all for him takin some dicks I second that)

Altaïr/Malik ; camboy Altaïr

(Anonymous) 2014-12-04 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
modern AU, obviously.
I want Altaïr to be working as a camboy (maybe besides going to college or whatever.).
Malik knows him from seeing (on the streets, on campus, whereever) finds out and anonymously chat to him very often and makes him do kinky things so he can watch.
wether Malik tells him or not is up to you!
I just want some kinky shameless stuff. yeah.

Arno? Try Ezio.

(Anonymous) 2014-12-04 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Because, seriously. They have the same taste in pre-Assassin-dress, and even move in the same way.

Obviously, Arno Dorian is therefore an amnesiac/reborn Ezio Auditore.

Re: Arno? Try Ezio.

(Anonymous) 2014-12-07 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Oh my god.
Yes.

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Adewale Rewrites History

(Anonymous) 2014-12-07 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I just finished sequence 5 in Rogue, and after playing Black Flag and Freedom Cry, I'm really, really, upset. (I sort of liked Ade better than Edward... He was all "WE MUST DO WHAT'S RIGHT" and Edward was mostly, until towards the end, "RUM MONEY CAROLINE MONEY.") I need some Adewale!

Anyway, here's the idea. Adewale hears that his BFF Edward has been murdered by Templars. He drops everything he's doing to sail to England. He then systematically takes revenge for Edward: He kills Birch, takes Haytham under his wing and teaches him about Assassins, and quietly and efficiently rescues Jenny (who imo is also trained to be an Assassin).

A huge epic would be awesome, but I know how unlikely that would be, and how greedy it would be to ask for one. I'd be happy with a fluffy "afterwards" snippet. Or possibly a snippet or two of key points.

Re: Adewale Rewrites History

(Anonymous) 2014-12-07 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Seconded! Would fill except already have two epics rewriting history (AC history and real history, too...)

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Pirate Talk Fail (Shaytham)

(Anonymous) 2014-12-09 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Shay and Haytham are sailing around on the Morrigan and Shay teasingly says Haytham is too prim and proper and/or uptight. Haytham tries to remedy that by talking like a pirate.

He fails.

Miserably.

(Think Galaxy Quest's "By Grapthar's Hammer" bit...)

Bonus points for these phrases:

-Shiver me timbers.
-Arr.
-Yo ho ho.

Shaun/Ancestors, Shaun/Desmond, Shaun Lived Through History

(Anonymous) 2014-12-09 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
I am so sorry if I've gotten anything wrong, I've only recently started to play the games (but was introduced briefly years prior).

Basically, I want a Shaun Hastings who is, essentially immortal, through means of the Apple or otherwise. As in, rather than being a historian he literally lived through it.

I'd like someone finding out about this, perhaps through the way he talks or how he's too knowledgeable on something, or whatever sounds best to you. I just want someone to find out and be sympathetic or outraged or however you think a certain person would react.

I want this to be super dramatic and angsty (because he outlives everyone, so maybe that's why he's so snarky? Doesn't want them to get too close because he knows they'll eventually die) and just everything that you can toss at me.

I'd also like references to Shaun x Altair, Ezio, Conner, etc; the more direct the better. So if he feels anything towards Desmond he feels like he's cheating him of a proper relationship because Desmond is a descendant of the others, which might make him seem like a replacement.
Shaun/others doesn't even have to be romantic, can even be platonic.

Just give me all the angst please.

Re: Shaun/Ancestors, Shaun/Desmond, Shaun Lived Through History

(Anonymous) 2014-12-09 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, wow. Passerby!anon doesn't think they've ever ran into an Immortal!Shaun prompt before. The idea is awesome! *feverishly prays for one of the remaining A!As to run with it*

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Ezio/Any, Carnevale

(Anonymous) 2014-12-09 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think I've seen anybody run with this prompt before, so..

I'd like an AU-ish of the carnevale setting during ACII, when Ezio has to do all those tasks and quests to get the golden mask to assassinate Marco; I'd like him to have competition, who may or may not win a couple of the tasks but Ezio ultimately gets the mask somehow.

I just want some flirty banter (Maybe a bit more? As in kisses, light petting, etc) between Ezio and his masked companion, especially when they have to get the ribbons from the ladies, etc, etc. Maybe even some smut if the A!A is up for it.

I just really want something with this setting thank you, even though it's unlikely to be filled because of how dead the kinkmeme is.

You can have my heart and soul if the person that Ezio competes against is an assassin, especially Altair, but Desmond, Connor, or any of the others work too. Maybe they're there because of Apple shenanigans, or maybe they always lived during the renaissance, whatever you can come up with. Just please no Ezio/Leo, because I'm not too fond of them as a romantic pair.

Feel free to change this however you want.

Re: Ezio/Any, Carnevale

(Anonymous) 2015-01-07 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
This isn't exactly what you wanted, but I've found something similar to the prompt:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8703057/1/Carnival-of-Venice

Connor/any, asexual relationship, fluff

(Anonymous) 2014-12-11 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
So Connor does eventually find the love of his life (or just someone he gets a raging crush on, whatever), but he's kind of anxious about it because he also knows he's ace and probably couldn't do sex even if he wanted. Except after some awkward fail!attempts at courtship he finds out that the object of his affections is just as much of an anxious asexual dork as he is, and that the reason they didn't respond to being courted was that they were too worried about disappointing him because of it. Cue them getting together and having a super caring and sweet asexual relationship where they adopt kittens and hug a lot! Okay, the kittens are optional, but I do want some tooth-rottingly sweet fluff about Connor cuddling with his LI - bonus point if there's a size difference with his partner having a very small, light build, and Connor, being the giant he is, is all gentle and careful so he won't accidentally squish them.

I will happily read any and all ships except for Connor/Haytham, which is just not my cup of tea. My kingdom for a het fill for variety reasons, but of course slash is perfectly fine as well.

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(Anonymous) 2014-12-13 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Seconded! I love ace!Connor to bits, and this sounds so adorable

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Ziio/Alsoomse

(Anonymous) 2014-12-12 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
Anything with these two.

I miss La Volpe

(Anonymous) 2014-12-13 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
It's been way too long since we've had fic involving the King of Thieves. Can we have something? Can be fluffy or smutty, cracky or angsty, just give me La Volpe being his awesome inscrutable self, please.

prompt based on a stupid facebook chat exchange

(Anonymous) 2014-12-13 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
A silly facebook chat me and a friend had. (Paraphrasing a little for brevity)

me: we'll play the secret sex scene where rebecca and desmond fuck
him: tell me how the scene goes?
me: hmmm well desmond has a boner from all the sexy ladies of Ezio's memories
me: idk then rebecca is like hello there
me: lol
him: :P then she pushes Desmond down and mounts him?
me: sounds good
me: I mean, sounds MOLTO BENE
him: no ropes or handcuffs right?
me: fuck that shit, bondage is for templars

Re: prompt based on a stupid facebook chat exchange

(Anonymous) 2014-12-24 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Just wanted to let you know that this might be similar to what you want, http://asscreedkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/438.html?thread=2098358#cmt2098358. Desmond/Rebecca doing it on the Animus while Desmond thinks he's Ezio and seduces Rebecca with Ezio's charm. Hope that hits the spot!

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crackfic: modern AU Connor/everyone, sex therapy

(Anonymous) 2014-12-14 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
The headline of an earlier prompt gave me ideas, namely that sweet, caring Connor would actually be a great at sex therapist. His best friend/roommate/whatever gets the same idea, and starts setting up every lonely, anxious or just plain frustrated person they know for "therapy" with him. Connor, being Connor, is a bit disappointed that all the people he's been dating in an attempt to find his soulmate seem to disappear after a one night stand, but figures it's probably his fault and tries not to dwell on it. Until he catches on, that is.

Would like to see:
Connor/Aveline
Connor/Ezio, who is totally not going through a dry spell and starting to doubt his down hotness, no sir
Altair and Maria (and Malik?) wanting to spice up their sex life with a threesome (foursome)
Connor meets whoever will become his eventual canon wife because of it (and everyone else never lest ihm live it down)

Re: crackfic: modern AU Connor/everyone, sex therapy

(Anonymous) 2015-01-23 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Omg ??? Omg! Connor as a sexual therapist is beautiful.