asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

It's... going to take a while before 21th!century-Altair and Malik will meet again =/

WTF you have a tumblr? I started following you and OMG your art is AMAZING!

I don't really care how or why it happens, just make it so Number One! I mainly just wanna see Agent 47 and the Assassins teaming up and being badasses together, perhaps even teaching each other a thing or two how "real" Assassins do things.

I prefer a Modern AU, but if you could work in 47 during the Crusades/Renaissance/Revolution, that's also good :)

Bonus points if you can pull off Romance/Smut between 47 and an Assassin of your choice (Het or Slash, anything is all right by me!)

Sorry for the lateness! Also, if you missed the announcement, this fill is being archived (and improved) here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/651923/chapters/1186735

Connor arrives back in New York almost a week after he'd left. Getting to his village from Philadelphia had been a longer journey than he'd anticipated, and he had opted to travel by foot and horse. He'd needed something to distract himself from everything Achilles had said.

Haytham is obviously glad to have him back, and makes sure Connor knows it. Between small gifts (of things like hair ties and gloves and there was a new pair of boots as well) and mind-blowing sex (he soon loses count of how many times Haytham makes him come), Haytham's silver tongue crafts euphonic poetry out of the most mundane things. It's… well, it's perfect, really.

He almost forgets the look of betrayal in Achilles' eyes, and how he had wanted to follow the Brotherhood back to Davenport, to take up their offer, to go home.

He can't, of course. Firstly, he needs Haytham. Secondly, they are wrong in their methods, and childish in their ideals. Lastly, he can't live in the Brotherhood's headquarters and expect to stay out of their business.

He wonders if perhaps he could live on the Aquila most of the time. He'd spend a lot of time away from Haytham, but if he can't return to Davenport, he wants to at least be with the men who are his second family.

He hopes Faulkner doesn't know about Haytham. He's not an assassin, but no doubt he wouldn't take kindly to his captain fucking the Templar Grand Master. Still, at least sailors are of more flexible moral ideals than most colonists. Faulkner probably would not even bat an eyelid should Connor admit his interest in other men.

Even the thought of sailing full-time feels like a betrayal to Haytham, and the one thing Connor does not want is any more betrayal, so he agrees to Haytham's next request without a second thought.

"I'm expecting a delivery in Boston in three days, but I'm needed at the headquarters. I would ask Hickey, but he's still in--"

"Certainly," Connor shuts Haytham up with a kiss. "Will I need a cart? Or is it rather small?"

Haytham looks surprised, but he smiles and leans forward for a second kiss.

"You'll need a cart. I'll arrange it, don't worry."

…

Connor finds he is becoming somewhat paranoid.

He's caught glimpses of the recruits here and there and he has a horrible feeling they are watching him. Not all of them, not all the time, of course. They have things to do and he is not so self-absorbed to believe they are obsessive over him, but he feels a little on-edge nonetheless.

He wonders how he looks to them, doing so many small errands for Haytham. Do they think he's converted to the Templar cause?

If he's honest, he's starting to think he would get his peaceful life a lot sooner if he were to become a Templar agent. It's just… he doesn't like the idea of fighting against the people he loves. After all, he is the one that misguided them. It's his fault they have been blinded by unobtainable ideals.

It's his fault that they will probably be killed for the stupid ideals he instilled in them. It's only a matter of time before one of them slips up, gets captured or outright murdered.

He hopes that, should the worst come to worst, he can convince Haytham to have mercy, that he can convince them of the true ways of the world and open their eyes to the truth, as ugly as it is.

…

"You… want to sail the Aquila? Full time?"

Haytham's expression is hard to read. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, but he bites his lower lip slightly, which means he's thinking about everything that could go wrong. His mouth quirks in relief or happiness.

"It is not because I do not want to be here," Connor says. "I do. But I miss the open seas. I love sailing. Almost as much as I love the wilderness and hunting. I want to do something I love for a living. I never enjoyed killing."

Haytham nods, slowly.

"That makes sense. You have my blessing. Just…"

"Just what?" Connor presses.

Haytham sighs.

"Just don't go off and find some younger fellow to spend time with." He brushes his fingers against the small silver chain around his neck meaningfully.

"You don't need to worry about that," Connor says, somewhat horrified that Haytham could even think that he might stray. "I would never, ever-- I love you."

Haytham bows his head in an apology.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I simply… You're far too good for me."

Connor leans over and gives him a comforting embrace, and presses his forehead into Haytham's soft, silver hair.

"No," he says. "You are far too good for me."

…

He rides to Davenport the next day, and sets up camp in the woodlands in the north, not far from the Aquila's dock. The ship is not yet there.

"Excuse me," he says to one of the sailors presumably on leave. "When is the Aquila due back?"

"Captain!" the man replies, happily, slapping him on the shoulder. "Tomorrow! Faulker'll be well happy to see ya! So'll everybody else. All that trouble over?"

Connor forces a smile on his face, and tries to ignore the memory of Hickey stomping on his shoulder and where that lead.

"Yes, it is. I need to speak with Faulkner first, but I should be sailing the Aquila full-time now. Tell me, has Faulkner spoken with Achilles very much the last few weeks?"

"Not that I know of," the sailor shrugs. "When you left last time we went to some place in the Caribbean. Nice an' sunny. Took alcohol and dried fruit to New Orleans, came back here an' then they went off to Quebec to talk to the Marky de something or other. Should be back tomorrow."

Connor thanks the man, then heads back to his cosy little camp. He's not worried about the Brotherhood coming to find him. They must know he's here by now, he had to ride by the manor to get here, after all. Anyway, deciding to sail the Aquila for a living is a pretty peaceful occupation. Or at least it is compared to being a professional killer embroiled in a war between secret societies.

Everything is okay, or at least it will be soon.

I would be happy with it whenever you can, anon! <3

My heart is still breaking.

Oh Connor. You're getting turned into a Templar, honey. Haytham's plan is working and it's absolutely...devastating. Haytham remains one of the few things keeping Connor sane. I have to wonder what happens if/when he finds out just how twisted their relationship truly is.

...Maybe the Aquila will provide that other solid tether Connor so desperately needs?

On another note, this has all the tidbits that I was hoping to find about Haytham's background and how Reginald recruited him. This is horrifyingly believable and feels so natural.

I so hope that Haytham never gets over the guilt of what he's done to his son.

I don't know why I have a sudden desire to see Altaïr and Malik as George and Meg from Paperman (http://youtu.be/aTLySbGoMX0).

I don't care who fits in whose shoes, I just one of them trying desperately to grab the other's attention and failing miserably. (Naturally this renders the lipstick paper useless, but I'm sure writer!anon can work around that.)

Think being a captain again might give Connor some more confidence...though with all those voyages away at sea, I wonder how much the Templars can accomplish behind Connor's back and with the Brotherhood lacking its core member. Btw has he and Faulkner found the Shard of Eden ring yet?

oh my god
this was glorious

So this idea was kind of inspired by an earlier fill on this meme. ^^; I have very little time to write these days, so hopefully a kind Writer!Anon will take this prompt up?

One day, Connor Kenway, aged 21 years old, wakes up in Achilles' barn. He has no idea how or why he's there. In fact, his last memory is of going hunting with Kanen'tó:kon just outside the village when he was 16. After that, Connor remembers nothing.

Achilles is similarly clueless, but decides to train Connor as an Assassin once he learns of the boy's parentage and Eagle Vision ability. Connor hopes that he might be able to figure out along the way why he doesn't remember the last 5 years of his life.

Then Connor runs into Haytham during a reconnaissance mission in New York. He says that Connor has been a Templar for several years, as well as Haytham's lover. He's been searching for Connor for the past several years. Connor is torn between his new life and duties as an Assassin, and this man who claims to love him and know of his past.

Up to Writer!Anon whether or not Haytham and Connor are related in this.

Actually, WriterAnon, I'm pretty sure that Faulkner was an Assassin at some point. At least that's what it says in the database. If I'm wrong though, I'm terribly sorry.

OH SHIT there's gonna be a showdown with the rest of the Brotherhood soon, I just know it! >.< Hoping no one gets hurt. Or killed. Especially not Achilles. I love that cranky old man~ <3

Hoping Connor gets to sail the Aquila full time now (and wear that sexy Capatain's uniform ooohhh yes yes yes). It would give him a nice break from all the Assassin/Templar stuff that's been going on. Still, I have a nagging feeling Haytham won't let that happen. :(

I wonder what Haytham's special delivery is? Something nefarious, no doubt.

I can't believe this fic will be ending soon. I guess all amazing and glorious kink meme fills must come to an end at some point. I hope you continue to write for us on the meme though, dear WriterAnon. :)

Driveby!Anon hopes for Hickey/Johnson. :3 Godspeed WriterAnon!

*cries tears of happiness*

Thank you Writer!Anon. Have my internets.

oh don't stop now anon! I'm enjoying this so much! I've been camping this for updates for two weeks now. XD

and yes please to non-con, because I am a terrible person

What? I thought he was just sympathetic to the Assassins? ....To be fair, the last time I read the ADB was pre-patch, so maybe Ubisoft changed some details in Faulkner's profile last minute or something?

You're far too nice, anon! >////< You'll be happy to know I've actually claimed at least two more multi-part fills, which I'll be posting when my other current fill is closer to ending. And there's a couple of one-or-two-shot prompts I want to take a shot at.

THIS MEME IS MAKING ME WRITE SO MANY THINGS
SO MANY THINGS

Take your time, anon. OP will wait as long as necessary! <3 I‘m so glad someone got interested in this.

I'm sorry, I don't usually write smut but... yeah. This happened. I'm sorry it's not very good OTL

They were supposed to be hunting. In reality, since it was a swelteringly hot day, they had stayed near a river and set a few snares, half-heartedly catching fish.

Kanen'tó:kon sighed tiredly, and took his moccasins off, dipping his feet in the blissfully cool water. Ratonhnhaké:ton had already rolled up his pants, submerging his legs almost up to the knee.

"It's too hot," he moaned. "Why couldn't they have sent someone else to hunt?"

"Because you were complaining of boredom," Ratonhnhaké:ton replied, giving Kanen'tó:kon a playful elbow in the ribs.

"You were complaining too!" Kanen'tó:kon protested mock-indignantly.

"Yes, but you started it, so this is all your fault."

"All right," Kanen'tó:kon said. "But we didn't have anything to do. It was boring."

"We were talking," Ratonhnhaké:ton said. "That's something."

Kanen'tó:kon sighed again.

"I wish we were adults. They get to do fun things."

"We're almost adults," Ratonhnhaké:ton said. "You don't think hunting's fun? Talking like this?"

"I didn't mean it like that," Kanen'tó:kon replied. "I mean... they get to go out. Past the valley. They get to meet new people and do..."

Kanen'tó:kon paused, blushing. Ratonhnhaké:ton understood.

"Do... things with those people?"

Kanen'tó:kon nodded. Ratonhnhaké:ton looked sad.

"What is it?" Kanen'tó:kon asked. Ratonhnhaké:ton shook his head.

"Who's going to want to do anything like that with me? I look European."

"No, you don't. Anyway, I've got even less chance of finding somebody. Who'd want a fat husband?"

Ratonhnhaké:ton elbowed him again.

"You aren't fat. And anyway, you'd be a good husband. You're kind and funny, even though you're not very brave."

"Not brave?!" Kanen'tó:kon gasped, melodramatically.

"'Oh, Ratonhnhaké:ton, stop! We're too high up here, on the lowest branches of these trees!'" Ratonhnhaké:ton cried, in a good-natured way.

Kanen'tó:kon shrugged, and laughed.

"All right, I am a bit of a coward. But that's only in comparison to you. You're braver than anybody else in the village." Kanen'tó:kon paused a moment, and then continued. "And anyway, you don't look European at all. Just like you don't go outside in the sun enough is all."

"Thanks," Ratonhnhaké:ton murmured, shifting his hand a little so it touched Kanen'tó:kon's, in a silent gesture of appreciation.

There was silence for a few moments, a good kind of silence. The river gurgled and birds chirped, and it was peaceful. Nice. A perfect moment.

"I don't even know what I'm supposed to do with a girl," Kanen'tó:kon confessed. "The Clan Mother confused me."

Ratonhnhaké:ton laughed, but not cruelly.

"It's easy," he said. "When you meet someone and they like you in the same way you like them, you're supposed to kiss."

"It looks gross," Kanen'tó:kon grimaced. "I don't know why the adults do that."

"There must be something nice about it," Ratonhnhaké:ton said. "They wouldn't do it otherwise, would they?"

A thought occurred to Kanen'tó:kon, and he looked at Ratonhnhaké:ton.

"Maybe we should practice," he said, regretting it immediately. Ratonhnhaké:ton turned to look at him, too, and his expression was one of surprise. His cheeks flushed pink, but he did not look repulsed.

"That's... not a bad idea," Ratonhnhaké:ton said, slowly.

Kanen'tó:kon took his feet from the river, and folded his legs underneath him. Ratonhnhaké:ton twisted and dragged himself out of the river, kneeling. He put a hand on Kanen'tó:kon's shoulder, gingerly.

"I think we're supposed to lean a bit. So our faces fit together properly," Kanen'tó:kon stammered. Ratonhnhaké:ton nodded, and took a deep breath. He cocked his head a little to the left, and leant in slowly. Hesitantly.

After a few moments of awkward fumbling, their mouths brushed together, and Kanen'tó:kon managed to open his mouth a little and press the kind of kiss his mother used to place upon his forehead onto Ratonhnhaké:ton's lips. Ratonhnhaké:ton pulled back a little, just enough to speak.

"I think we're supposed to, um, use our tongues. And open our mouths a bit more. I, uh, my father had a diary, and..."

"All right," Kanen'tó:kon said. "I don't think that's just a European thing. I mean, you sometimes see couples in the woods, and they do it too."

"Right," Ratonhnhaké:ton said, and leant in again. Kanen'tó:kon's breath was warm, and felt nice, tickling his mouth and jaw. His lips were a bit rough, but Ratonhnhaké:ton's own lips still had a half-healed split. Still, it felt good. Kanen'tó:kon shuffled a little closer, and slid a hand into Ratonhnhaké:ton's hair, thumb over a cheekbone.

Ratonhnhaké:ton opened his mouth a little, and let his tongue wet Kanen'tó:kon's upper lip. Kanen'tó:kon let out a tiny gasp, and opened his mouth as well. He ran his tongue over Ratonhnhaké:ton's split lip, gently as he could, and slipped the tip of his tongue into Ratonhnhaké:ton's mouth, just a little, at the corner of his lips.

Ratonhnhaké:ton took that as an invitation, and tightened the grip he had on Kanen'tó:kon's shirt, and put his other hand on his other shoulder. He pushed his tongue into Kanen'tó:kon's mouth, and slowly ran it along his teeth.

Kanen'tó:kon let out a soft breath, and opened his jaw a little more, to give Ratonhnhaké:ton better access, and let their tongues flicker across each other as he explored Ratonhnhaké:ton's mouth.

Neither noticed how closely they held each other, nor how they were pressed together until Ratonhnhaké:ton shifted his weight and the friction made them both gasp.

"So that's what kissing's for," Kanen'tó:kon stuttered, trying to make light of the face he was rock hard, and so was Ratonhnhaké:ton.

"What, uh," Ratonhnhaké:ton began, absolutely mortified. "What should we...?"

"I, er, I have some grease," Kanen'tó:kon offered. "We should probably, er..."

"Yes," Ratonhnhaké:ton said. "That's-- I mean, are we going to, er... together?"

"If you want," Kanen'tó:kon replied. "We're going to hear each other anyway."

"And, uh, it'll be practice. In case either of us-- you know-- with a man."

Kanen'tó:kon nodded, and managed to dig the grease out of one of the pouches about his person. He opened the small vial. As he did so, Ratonhnhaké:ton tugged at the laces on their pants, trying to undo them with hands trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. Kanen'tó:kon dripped a little onto his left hand, and then some onto Ratonhnhaké:ton's right.

Kanen'tó:kon pulled at the fabric of their pants, trying to drag it out of the way, and Ratonhnhaké:ton helped.

Before finally taking himself in hand, Ratonhnhaké:ton hesitated. He'd never done this with another person, let alone someone so close to him. Kanen'tó:kon was hesitating, too, so Ratonhnhaké:ton looked away, toward the floor, and gave himself a decisive stroke. Hearing his friend's heavy breathing was surprisingly arousing. It wasn't like they hadn't seen each other naked or nearly naked before, but it had never been in such an erotic situation- Ratonhnhaké:ton had only caught glimpses of Kanen'tó:kon's flaccid penis when they were bathing, and he knew Kanen'tó:kon had only seen the same of him.

He shifted his weight and the position of his knees, and toppled forward as the fabric bunched around them caught awkwardly on a jutting root nearby. He crashed into Kanen'tó:kon, and they rubbed together. He could not stop a tiny, high-pitched moan escaping his mouth, and Kanen'tó:kon groaned. He managed to regain his balance after a few confused moments.

"That... that felt good," Kanen'tó:kon said, sheepishly. Neither of them tried to move, and the feeling of Kanen'tó:kon's penis touching his own sent a shiver down his spine, in a good way.

"Maybe we should...?" Ratonhnhaké:ton began, threading his greased fingers through Kanen'tó:kon's. His friend understood, and hesitantly brought their hands down.

All hesitation ended the moment their hands closed around their flesh. It was simultaneously an alien feeling and and intensely comforting one. Kanen'tó:kon gasped, and it took mere seconds for both of them to find a pace that had them both leaning against each other for support.

Ratonhnhaké:ton gripped Kanen'tó:kon's shirt, and flicked his thumb over their tips, smearing the liquid leaking from Kanen'tó:kon over them both. Kanen'tó:kon cursed- he must be more sensitive there.

Ratonhnhaké:ton squeezed his eyes shut when he could feel the tightening sensation in his balls, and shuddered as he came. Kanen'tó:kon let out a high-pitched cry mere moments later.

They stayed pressed together for a few minutes, as each came down from the high and caught their breath. It was Kanen'tó:kon who moved first, taking his hand from their now-soft penises.

"We should do that again," he said, voice full of awe.

"We need to finish hunting first," Ratonhnhaké:ton replied, wiping the semen from his stomach, and off onto some grass. He rinsed his hand in the river. "We could practice again tomorrow."

Tomorrow?

That certainly sounded good to Kanen'tó:kon.

i love this, it looks really interesting! Your narration style is really absorbing

HOLY BANANAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH! I laughed so hard with the Al-Sayf dogs and Altair is just SO perfect!! I can't thank you enough! Most of these breeds I have never seen or known of. And the pooch counterparts are just perfect! And desmond the beagle is just CUTE >.< This must have been so much fun for you to draw. Excellent work! May I have it? Puuuueeeeeeeezzzzzzz?

This was just too cute! :3 (And sexy too...what is wrong with me???) Thanks WriterAnon for a lovely fill!

OP, what kind of preferences do you have regarding the ending? At the moment, we have a choice between horrific angst or almost-optimistic bittersweetness.

(...Actually, it might be better for me to just do to two endings, mightn't it?)

Not OP but OMG two endings would be amazing... can't believe it's almost over /bites nails/

Also not OP, but random anon sending chocolates and flowers for 2 endings.

I ship these two so hard, and there's so little fic to be found. :( Let's rectify that!

Perhaps something where Johnson gets sick of Hickey's constant womanizing, and decides to show him who's boss so to speak. ;)

Two endings is more than OK with driveby!Anon as well. :3

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