Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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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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Clay in ACIII, didn't get deleted in Revelations

[(Anonymous)]

Clay isn't entirely deleted during Revelations, and the team manage to reassemble his data while in the Grand Temple. He's given his own computer system/network to dwell inside to avoid another deletion incident with the Animus.

So, Clay ends up being a helpful part of the modern team, being present in every way but physically, whether he communicates through speakers or on-screen text. Catching up with William and Rebecca? Passive aggressive conversations with Juno?

In the end though, he manages to tamper with the Grand Temple in the same manner that Juno used the computers to send e-mails, and manages to conjure up a hologram body too.

Re: Clay in ACIII, didn't get deleted in Revelations

[(Anonymous)]

Ooooohh seconded! I always have felt Clay got a rather bad end in Revelations...

[(Anonymous)]

http://asscreedtranscribed.tumblr.com/post/30308120614/forgive-him-hes-still-new

Something based on this, please. I beg of you, anon.
A lifetime supply of internet bisquits for the anon who fills this.

Crack, Connor/Haytham/Charles Lee playing porn! AC3 and getting glitches

[(Anonymous)]

'Cause Anon just finished the game and towards the end, it was glitchy as ALL HELL. So I'd like to see Connor, Haytham, and/or Charles Lee playing the porn version of AC3. Where they need to complete optional objectives for, you know, DP or pegging or something. And it keeps glitching right at the key part when they manage to get everything in the right position.

Bonus for one of the characters needing a walkthrough to figure out what to do in so and so utterly confusing scene and, once reading that section of the walkthrough, going "you want me to do what?!"

...Anon thinks her brain might be broken. O.o

Re: Crack, Connor/Haytham/Charles Lee playing porn! AC3 and getting glitches

[(Anonymous)]

Connor would probably be the one needing a walkthrough, considering how he acts during the 'Norris Goes Courting' missions. Haytham already got his share with Ziio...? Anon, either your brain is perfectly normal, or I also have a broken brain. This is gold.

Federico/Vieri

[(Anonymous)]

This anon is replaying AC II and every single time she sees these 2 she goes "awww!"... Can you please gimme anything involving Fed/Vi? :)

Re: Federico/Vieri

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded SO HARD
I never thought someone else would ship them aswell! ;v;

Connor and Achilles: Growing Up, gen

[(Anonymous)]

Anon would love to see a fic about when Connor was a teenager and Achilles was training him. What subjects is Connor good at? What is he bad at? What does Achilles call him when they're growing up (since he only "names" Connor when they go to Boston near the end of Connor's training, after all?) What does he tell Connor about Haytham and the other Templars? Go crazy anons!

Bonus Points for:
-Father/Son interactions - Achilles having to get Connor through puberty, talking to him about girls, etc.
-They play Fanorosa as part of training, and Connor gets so frustrated because Achilles always wins, that he flips the table.
-Connor being scared Achilles will hit him with his cane (whether he does or not is up to Write!Anon though.)

SUPER BONUS POINTS for:
-Achilles having to give Connor the "birds and bees" talk.

Re: Connor and Achilles: Growing Up, gen

[(Anonymous)]

LMAO Yes!

Haytham and Ezio

[(Anonymous)]

My brother made a comment about how if Haytham had lived during Ezio's time, maybe he would have been an Assassin. So, fic? Maybe Haytham is visiting Italy from England and works with Ezio for a few missions. I just want Haytham and Ezio working together (and maybe post-mission sex, who knows).

Puella Magi Madoka Magica/Assassin's Creed

[(Anonymous)]

So OP just watched this delicious deconstruction of Mahou Shoujo genre and thought what if it happens in the Asscreed universe too?

Maybe both Order and Templars are aware of Puella Magi/magical girls and try to harness their power by having young female recruits (most likely girls who are born into the faction)contract. Alternatively, they just treat the Puella Magi as another faction both sides decide to not meddle with although sometimes either Assassin or Templar cross road with a magical girl.

OP would like to see how the main Assassins (Altair, Ezio, Connor and also Haytham and Malik because why the hell not) react to the existence of Puella Magi. You know, little girls fighting against magical monsters in secret at the risk of turning into said monsters or disappearing without a trace. It's up to writer whether to use the setting before or after Goddess Madoka's intervention.

Extra bonus:
- One of the assassins is asked to mercy kill a Puella Magi or witness a Magical Girl disappearing (depends on which universe writer use, but both would be nice too)
- Connor being Connor try to help a Puella Magi and fail because OP likes extra angst in his life.
- Ezio warning his daughter about making a contract
- Interaction between Kyuubey and Juno

Re: Puella Magi Madoka Magica/Assassin's Creed

[(Anonymous)]

Man...I really hope this gets filled someday...This place needs moar crossover prompts, especially (at least) one with PMMM.

Haytham raises Connor

[(Anonymous)]

Haytham and the crew raise Connor from the time Ziio dies. Connor is his usual stubborn single-minded self except he's more pouty since he's five, Haytham is his usual snarky demanding self except he is actually fatherly to Connor, Charles Lee is his usual Haytham worshipping self and the annoying uncle, William Johnson is the nice uncle, John Pitcairn is the mean uncle, Thomas Hickey is the drunk lewd fun uncle, and Benjamin Church is his usual cowardly money hungry self.
Bonus:
If mini-Connor gets a spanking (preferably for throwing a tantrum) from Haytham or Hickey or someone that's not Church or Lee.
Extra Bonus:
If Thomas Hickey is the babysitter.
Extra Extra Bonus:
For some reason Church has to be the babysitter and Connor torments him to no end.

Re: Haytham raises Connor

[(Anonymous)]

I second, especially the spanking party.

DISCOUNTS CREATE SO MUCH GLEE

[(Anonymous)]

Okay. So.
I was derping around internet forums this morning, and I saw someone say "Hey, Steam is selling AC2 for like, four pounds." So, naturally, I freaked out, got super excited, impatiently waited for my computer to open up Steam, and THERE IT WAS. The freaking BEST EVER GOLDMINE of Assassins Creed content, ALL DISCOUNTED PRICES. Spaz mode kicked in, and I bought AC1, AC2, Brotherhood, and Revelations, all other them some sort of game and DLC bundle or a deluxe edition, for just 30 bucks.

You can probably imagine my extreme happiness, as I have since been unable to acquire these games for lack of money and a working platform to play them on.

So.
Any one of the Assassins finds something they have for a long time wanted/desired/lusted after ect. ect. but couldn't afford at a ridiculously discounted price.
Cue dancing in the streets, Singing In the Rain, double rainbows, unicorns, and over-the-top ridiculous happiness.
I imagine this will fit best with the modern assassins, but. Write anon is given free-reign for whatever you want to do. Can be as serious or as crackish as you desire.

(Captcha is asking for the lowest number. Even it wants discounts and coupons. XD)

Re: DISCOUNTS CREATE SO MUCH GLEE Ideas

[(Anonymous)]

Ezio finds discount courtesans. 15f for a bunch of girls? Score!

Connor finds a discount ship part? Or maybe a discount weapon? Knowing his luck, it would probably be a cheap piece of junk that breaks as soon as he uses it.

Desmond finds discount cakes and gets super happy, but Shaun makes so many fat jokes he ends up sad.

Haytham finds discount tricorn hats.

I don't know, they seem so funny. I want this filled.

Haytham meets the family!

[(Anonymous)]

I see lots of awesome prompts for Haytham courting Ziio, taking her to Boston, or New York, or even back overseas to his home. I'd like to see the opposite: Haytham going to Ziio's village for the first time. Maybe they were supposed to meet somewhere and she's late so he goes there looking for her? Perhaps he finishes a mission and just has to see her, so he seeks her out? The reason is up to Anon!

Bonus points:

-Ziio is tied up doing something Clan Motherish (delivering a baby? clan meeting?) and can't get away, so Haytham is left to his own devices.

-Ziio's father intimidates the shit out of Haytham.

-Haytham ends up sitting around a fire and a few small Mohawk girls just make themselves at home in his lap like they've known him all their lives. (My first born if one ends up braiding his hair--with FEATHERS.)

-By the time Ziio is finished with her task, it's too late for them to leave so Haytham ends up spending the night in Ziio's bunk. Cue awkwardness for Haytham, because Ziio's expecting sexy times in what Haytham considers a not private enough place. (Sexy times appreciated, but not required.)

Re: Haytham meets the family!

[(Anonymous)]

Yes. Someone write this.

Haytham/William Glitch in the Animus

[(Anonymous)]

Okay before you dear anons freak, please hear me out! ^^;


We all know Vidic shoved Will into the animus during his capture and the Abstergo animus has got nothing on Becca's Baby, so weird bugs and glitches may occur.
Poor William's in the loading screen, but instead of meeting Altair or Ezio he ends up face to face with the big daddy of the Templars, Haytham Kenway. Haytham's his usual snarky, dangerous, calculating self and Will tries to deal with him and at the same time not give away any information (like the fact that he's an Assassin).

I'll take anything! Slash (if so, most likely dub-con, like using "unusual" methods to extract info ohohoh <3) or gen, maybe with lots of sass back and forth. I just want them to have a very tense encounter.

If there will be smut:
Bonus points if: William is ignored when he demands that he be pulled out of the animus, because hey, Templar on Assassin action, right?

Ahem,...yeah thanks for reading and not running off :3

Re: Haytham/William Glitch in the Animus

[(Anonymous)]

In the vein of a fill from a while back, I could totally see Bill deciding that since what the Templars want is for him to find out information and other useful things, too bad, you get animus sex instead.

[(Anonymous)]

So I was listening to this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2WYxcYQ0t8) when suddenly on tumblr this (http://omniaouelletbrooks1.tumblr.com/post/38897780120) showed up. Man, it hit hard.

Could this anon get a tear jerking Yusuf/Ezio? I want one of them to be so in love with the other it hurts because they have to keep it hidden from the other. Is it one-sided? Do they tell the other eventually? Does the other find out by accident? Do they get together for some time before the inevitable happens? How does Ezio cope with Yusuf's death? Go wild anon, make me cry.

Bonus:
I would appreciate lots of fluffy moments.
Ezio seeks Sofia for advice constantly without ever mentioning Yusuf's name ("Prego Sofia, but let's say hypothetically...")
Sofia eventually finds out who it is (or she's known all along), but pretends she doesn't know.
Sex is entirely optional.

Haytham, Altair, Ezio, (Malik?) Post-Death Crack

[(Anonymous)]

After Connor kills him, Haytham, much to his surprise, ends up in the section of the afterlife reserved for Assassins. An even greater surprise is that his various assassin ancestors, while somewhat disapproving of his becoming a Templar, welcome him honestly and openly and invite him to join them in their favorite past-time. Descendant-watching.

Haytham is soon happily engaged in shouting at/criticizing Connor from the beyond alongside his various relatives, generally acting like the cast from Mystery Science Theater 3000.

Summary: Haytham, Altair, and Ezio troll Connor from the beyond. As well as offer tidbits of advice.

Re: Haytham, Altair, Ezio, (Malik?) Post-Death Crack

[(Anonymous)]

Yes. I want this so much.

[(Anonymous)]

Connor has this habit of bringing strays back to the Homestead. Dogs, cats, a turkey that seemed to follow him everywhere...and Achilles didn't mind too much, because they had their uses as guard dogs and mousers...except for the turkey, but it made Connor happy, and he was more productive when he was happy.

However, Achilles thinks it may be time to draw the line when Connor starts bringing stray children back to stay in the mansion and on the Homestead.

OR: Connor brings back dogs and cats and stray animals (and the infamous Assassin Turkey) to the Homestead. And then he starts adopting the orphans and street rats of Boston and New York and brings them back too. Achilles has to draw the line somewhere. He probably isn't able to, though.

Seconded.

[(Anonymous)]

yes lawd

Fill for a post I can't find now...

[(Anonymous)]

So Anon found an awesome inspiration from one of the previous requests (something about Ghost Connor, Haytham, angst...) and wrote a fill...except now I can't find it anymore.

Not sure if I'm allowed to post like this so please tell me mods if I am breaking any rules.

Forgive the terrible writing (it's my first drabble).

Warning: angst, death, implied suicidal thoughts, regret, completely ignores Forsaken and adds a whole really weird interpretation to Haytham’s past


Journal of Haytham Kenway
April 4th, 1781

I remember my first foray into the Greek classical arts. As with any young aspiring gentleman of an upstanding and gentry family, I had been studying Greek and Latin, and my father Edward had deemed me ready to read Sophocles's Oedipus Rex. At the time, I had not particularly cared for the play. Oedipus, I decided, was a fool and in his own arrogance, he caused that which he sought to prevent. Father laughed at my contempt and teased me, warning me that all men were capable of making such mistakes.

I did not believe him.

I, I maintained, cheeky and self-assured as only a boy much beloved by his family can be, could never make such a dreadful mistake, never display such abominable hubris. For was I not a Kenway, with the best in classical education, with a wise father and with a nurturing mother? And was not our Great Britain a great nation, though nowhere quite as strong as the Spanish Empire. How, I reasoned, could I ever be in the position to make the kind of mistake that Oedipus made?

Those were happier times for my father, my dear, wise father, died not long after. Smallpox, the doctor told us. And my lady mother, beautiful, loving and kind, followed him only days after from a broken heart. I was the only Kenway left and passed into the care of relatives who, though adequate guardians, were distant and a far cry from my loving family.

Perhaps that is why I latched onto him with all the desperation of a drowning man. He was kind and generous and brightened those days with the rose-hued light of burgeoning puppy-love. I met him suddenly, after contemplating my role in life and perhaps ending my continued existence (yes, weak, I know, but it was a dark time for me), and he shone with all the righteous fury one may expect a man to have when confronted with a boy thinking of ending his life. In all honesty, I mistook him for an angel at first, as exotic as he was.

My angel, come to save me from despair and darkness. He was vibrant and impassioned, but strangely forthright and honest. No angel was he, he claimed, but a ghost from the future. And he promised to watch over me, to protect me as best he can for I was important to the world, to the future, and to him. No one else could see him, and he existed for me alone.

Well, that kind of message goes to a boy’s head easily, but it was exactly what I needed. And so my boyhood and subsequent youth passed with him by my side. Where my aunt and uncle doubted and ignored me by turns, he had faith in me. Where the other boys my age would jeer at my orphaned status and attack me, he would soothe my wounds afterwards and taught me how to defend myself. Where I questioned myself and once again ventured into dark thoughts, he bolstered me and, through words and ethereal hugs, brought me back to myself.

Through his stories, I learned about Altair and Ezio and their noble mission of peace and freedom (I especially enjoyed hearing the Templars’ final moments with Ezio). Through his teaching, I learned how to climb walls, defend myself in combat, use Eagle Vision to discern people’s true intentions and create my own hidden place to keep myself safe (though I wonder now at his insistence that I not join the Brotherhood as I had initially wanted). Through his guidance, I opened my future to opportunities and possibilities and became acknowledged as an upstanding and model member of society, despite my lack of true parental figures. And through it all, I grew up on his never-ending fount of love and affection and began to crave the ghostly warmth of his arms, the brightness of his smile, the glow of pride in his eyes. There was sadness in his gaze too, but he would only shake his head when I inquired after it.

He was beautiful, my ethereal, loyal ghost, and the day I fell in love with him, he vanished.

The quill stills, and Haytham stares unseeing at the growing blot of ink on his journal. The funeral, his funeral would be tomorrow. Doubtless, all his precious homesteaders and Assassin recruits and that Achilles would be there, to mourn his passing.

Haytham’s hand tenses around the quill. He would probably not welcome Haytham’s presence were he still alive. And certainly Achilles and those recruits would cry foul at his attendance and make things difficult. If they caught sight of him. As if they had any right to keep him from being there, from seeing his face one last time before…

Haytham curses as the quill snaps and black ink splatters on the journal and his clothes. He would need to ask Charles for a new quill.


Journal of Haytham Kenway
April 5th, 1781

The day My Ghost vanished, I railed at him. He had promised me an eternity of companionship, comfort and, above all, PEACE and broken that promise in only a single decade.

I could neither forgive nor accept his betrayal.

I swore to find him and fetter him to my side forever. I would never again allow him the freedom to leave me and, somehow, somehow I would find the means, the knowledge, the power to make him mine for all eternity and punish him for his desertion.

I excelled in my studies in the zeal of my research and gained entrance to Oxford, one of the finest institutions of learning in my nation. I poured through texts and old books, hoping to find a way to rediscover My Ghost and bring him back. I studied the arcane, the little-known, the obscure, but…I could find nothing.

Nothing, but the Templars for it was during my frustration after wading through an old text at Oxford that I came to be acquainted to a certain Mr. Reginald Birch. Mr. Birch had heard about my search for ancient texts and lost knowledge through a mutual contact at Oxford and introduced himself as businessman and a purveyor of just such things. He spoke of Those Who Came Before and obtaining power to bring peace and order to the world. He spoke of my own potential role in the Templars as one of the most brilliant students Oxford has ever seen.

To this day, I am surprised that he didn’t kill me when I attacked him with my hidden blade.

“Consider my offer,” he advised after having restrained me. “Consider my offer and consider that, in a Templar world, in a world without the insanity known as freedom, known as chaos, there would be peace. Consider that, in a world with order and people like you in control, you could never lose those you care for, for the circumstances of being left behind, of losing, would be yours to prevent.”

I joined the Templar order that very day.

“Master Kenway”

Haytham carefully sets down his quill atop his open journal. “What is it Charles?”

“The funeral of the boy,” here, Charles’s mouth briefly twisted in distaste, ”Sir, you are not attending it?”

Haytham picks up the quill and begins to write. “Surely, Charles, you do not think me driven by sentiment? For an Assassin?”

Haytham is surprised when the quill is plucked out of his hand and his journal slammed shut. He looks up at the man now holding his quill. “Charles, have you lost your mind?”

He is discomfited by Charles disappointed and knowing look. “Forgive me my trespass Master Kenway, but this pretense must end.”

Haytham draws himself up and faces his second. “And what pretense is that?”

“This pretense that you care not that your son is dead.”

Haytham stiffens. “He was an Assassin, Charles. He was our enemy, and I am hardly one to shed tears for an enemy.”

Charles look turns pitying, and, for one brief moment, Haytham contemplates killing him.

“As much as I personally despised the boy, sir, I know that you came to care for him. And as necessary as his death was, it is even more necessary that you face your grief and are able to move on. For the good of the Order.”

With that, Charles carefully sets the quill down on top of Haytham’s journal and leaves.


Journal of Haytham Kenway
April 6th, 1781

The boy, that Assassin, Connor. Oh how you do not know that you are at the root of all this.

I loved Ziio because she reminded me of My Ghost. Her exoticness, her openness and way with words all resonated with my memory of My Ghost. And I admit my draw to the Native peoples of the new land I found myself in stemmed from their resemblance to My Ghost. For the first time in many years, I dared to hope that, with so many people who all looked eerily like My Ghost, that I would be able to find him again. I dared dream that with the power locked in the precursor site, I would compel My Ghost into existence and snatch away his ability to leave my side.

Alas that the key did not fit!

I wonder what would’ve happened if it had. Could I, indeed, have been able to use the power to bring peace and order to the world? Can I then have used my power to order My Ghost back? It is useless wondering, for it never came to be.

Ziio was my one night of comfort, of remembrance and the closest I would get to My Ghost for another 20 years. She is one of the few things in my life that I do not regret. Wherever you are now Ziio, thank you.

“Master Kenway,” Charles pleads. Haytham sets down his quill and looks up at the other man.

“Master Kenway, please reconsider.”

“I will not Charles for it is meaningless, pointless,” Haytham intones calmly.

“Master Kenway, I beg you to reconsider.” Haytham arches a surprised brow at the troubled man before him.

“I find it rather odd that you are pressing so hard for this Charles. You hated the boy, and he you, if you recall?”

Charles pursed his lips. “I worry for you sir. I saw how hard you worked to turn him against Washington and, forgive me, witnessed your distress when that boy denounced the both of you. I saw your hope that he might be turned before Fort George and I...I cannot think but that you will not be well if you do not see him before he is consigned to the earth.”

“Charles-” “No sir. Please, for your own sake.”

Haytham stares at the quill in his hand as Charles shows himself out of the room.


Journal of Haytham Kenway
April 7th, 1781

I wonder why I did not recognize him before? Perhaps, perhaps he was too young then. His manner was brash and he was resolute, naive and unchanged in his beliefs. It was vexing that he would not listen to a single word from me, his own father.

And his ideals! Youthful, young, ignorant and dangerous! Freedom! As if freedom has any true value over that of peace. Freedom causes chaos, and, through chaos, death. Order is what we needed in our bid to separate from the crown. Order and a strong guiding hand. Freedom means precious people being killed, being taken away, disappearing. Why can’t Connor understand that? He fights for the very people who will drive his village away!

And he will not listen. He is vexing, infuriating even. He fights against me and ruins my plans and if my plans are ruined My Ghost would never

I did not mean to kill him. He is a frustrating, maddening thing, my son, and I

Truly, I did not recognize him. He was too different. It wasn’t until he moved to kill me with his hidden blade and then

Why did he change his mind? He could have killed me. Why did he

Was it then that I recognized him? He smiled at me. Sad, proud in a way. And I recognized him. And he died.

Was this how Oedipus felt?


Haytham stands before the casket, ignoring the chase his Templars are leading the Assassin recruits and Homesteaders on, ignoring the prone form of Achilles as the man lays unconscious behind him (he will have to reward Charles for his foresight in disabling the old Master Assassin early on).

He kneels down and brushes his lips against the cold ones of the form within.

“Requiescat in pace, My Ghost.”

Implied Haytham/Connor

[(Anonymous)]

B/c I forgot to mention it...

But seriously, if someone could point me to the prompt again, I'd love to put this in the correct place.

Lee knew

[(Anonymous)]

Random thought, what if Lee realized Connor was Haytham's son when he first saw him? What if instead of leaving him Lee took him back to Haytham and he was raised as a Templar?

Re: Lee knew

[(Anonymous)]

I have a burning need for this

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, guys, it's seems wrong, but I REALLY need some Duncan/Connor stuff. Something nice or hurt/comfort between missions, wherever.
All because of their first conversation about names, and then memories of Haytham... Just give me this, anons, I beg you.

Shaun/Desmond, It won't f*cking work

[(Anonymous)]

Have you ever had that one mission in the game, that one messenger that just couldn't be tackled, that one target that always detected you, that one damn jump that had you desynchronizing thirty times in a row? The level of frustration is high enough to warrant a few controllers stuck in tv screens. And of course, as every gamer knows, that sort of irrational scream-at-the-screen anger is totally helpful for being more prudent and careful the next time.

Now imagine the fate of the entire world relies on you getting that guy / making that jump and three people are constantly watching you. So that's pretty much Desmond's situation. He just can't advance the memory because he's stuck and he can't look it up on youtube and he kind of has the immediate end of human free will or possibly life on earth hanging over his head as next month's special event, and also he's going crazy from the bleeding effect and all that. Eventually, Shaun manages to calm him down (one way or the other... this being a kink meme and all).

Re: Shaun/Desmond, It won't f*cking work

[(Anonymous)]

Yeeesss. This was the first game that actually had me in fits of incoherent fury and yes, I couldn't help but occasionally consider what Desmond might have been thinking on his end. I could have used a Shaun myself.

I need this one, anons.

Aveline/Gerald

[(Anonymous)]

So anon just finished Liberations yesterday, and was a bit disappointed with the lack of closure. BUT. That is not what I'm concerned about. I can't be the only one that ships Aveline/Gerald, especially when he is so hopelessly in love with her.

Anyway. Anon requests Gerald/Aveline, with Aveline confronting her feelings. No smut required, fluff is more than welcome.

Re: Aveline/Gerald

[(Anonymous)]

Anon who finished Liberation a week ago would like very much to see this filled. ;3;

Seconding!

The Assassin

[(Anonymous)]

So I was scouring through the older pages of the kinkmeme and found a prompt that went like this:

[I want AU Ezio x Leonardo based off of the poem by Alfred Noyes, The Highwayman.

http://www.potw.org/archive/potw85.html

This is a beautiful sung rendition by Loreena McKennitt if anyone wants a listen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=teq2m0BN-Wo

Can end like the poem or not. Whatever mood the anon is in. I just love the imagery in this poem and I can see it in my head. Art or fic, doesn't matter (though I would love to see both!)]


Someone had already filled this and though I enjoyed the story, I really, REALLY wanted to try my hand at writing this in a replica poem format. (I've always loved this poem and the thought of blending some AC with it simply made my heart flutter.) I quoted some lines of the poem verbatim simply because there was no better way to put it, so to speak. Noyes knew what he was doing and I wanted to keep a semblance of the poem's spirit in my rendition.

Long story short, I am shamelessly taking this old prompt and posting my version of events. I hope you all enjoy!

The Assassin 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

PART ONE

I
The city was asleep with dreams beneath the clear night skies
The moon was a half-eye watching ‘twixt the stars where it flies
The alleys darkly beckoned with fingers wrought from old lore
As the Assassin came striding—
Striding—striding
The Assassin came striding through the shadows to the artist’s door

II
He’d a white cowl pulled low over dark eyes, a scar down his lips
A cloak of red velvet, and rough hands cocked on his hips
They knew a world much harsher than the peace of the city home
And he walked with steel a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle,
The blades at his wrists a-twinkle, as on them the stars shone

III
Over the rooftops he scrambled and shuffled towards the artist’s back-door
And he rapped on the wood with his knuckles, whilst his foot tapped the floor
He rapped a pattern with his fingers, and who should meet him there
But Toscana’s beloved artist,
Leonardo, Toscana’s beloved artist,
Holding a brush in one hand, his smile ever fair

IV
And deep in the shadows of the city streets a boot scuffed the dirt
Where a lone Templar listened; his face a twisted sneer that promised only hurt
His eyes bore only hatred, his fingers itched to kill
But he knew his part to play,
His pawn’s part to play,
Quiet as death he listened, and he heard the Assassin say—

V
“One kiss, caro mio, for I have a job this night,
But I shall come back, whole and well, before the morning light;
Yet if I am delayed by those who wish to see me fall this day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.”

VI
He leaned into the doorway, his breath a warm flame in the air,
And their lips met in the space, framed by the artist’s fair hair
They held one another in the short doorway;
A lover’s embrace in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet, soft lips in the moonlight!)
Then parted their ways in the moonlight, the Assassin’s step a light sway

Daniel Cross is a good dog

[(Anonymous)]

So good, in fact, that he starts to turn into one.

Re: Daniel Cross is a good dog

[(Anonymous)]

Seconding. jfc yes
Shaggy dog anyone? /ded

Dirty Piercings

[(Anonymous)]

One of the Assassins has a cock piercing. His partner finds out, is very aroused by the piercing, and can't resist playing with it until the Assassin comes.

Anon would prefer any combination of Altair/Ezio/Desmond/Connor for this, but I'll also accept Shaun/Des or Ezio/Leo.

Re: Dirty Piercings

[(Anonymous)]

YES! pleasepleasepleaseplease, somebody needs to fill this!

AU -- Haytham is dying of a disease

[(Anonymous)]

AU after sequence 10. Connor runs off to save his village and basically tells Haytham to fuck off, their alliance is done, ect.

What he doesn't expect to find out a few months later is that his father has apparently quit the templars and is dying a slow, mortal death at the hands of a disease (smallpox? cancer? the flu? pnemonia? anything could have killed you in those days), and wishes to spend the last of his days with his son, who isn't quite sure how he feels about this recent development...

No incest, please.

all that which I cannot say (should be clear to you) 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

(I changed the circumstances of Connor finding out a bit, hope that's okay with you OP!)
Lightning cracked across the sky, briefly illuminating the forms of six red-coated men and a lone assassin. Thunder rumbled and the rains poured down, running in rivulets off the men's hats and down their faces. The road had been reduced to a swamp of mud, and Connor's robes were more brown than white.

One of the redcoats charged forward, and Connor hooked the soldier's rifle with his tomahawk, twisting the intended blow aside before stabbing the man in the neck with the hidden blade he extended from his other wrist. The man fell, his dying groans drowned out by the thunder and cracks of lightning.

Connor had been on his way home to Davenport, after a trip to Boston to restock his armory with the latest weaponry and try to recruit more for the Brotherhood. The first mission had been successful, though the second had not. He had heard some odd rumors from various Assassin sympathizers, rumors that the leadership of the Templar Order had switched hands. He dismissed these as misinformation. His father would not give up the position to a rival so easily. The bastard was perhaps as stubborn as Connor himself, and twice as scheming. It had threatened rain all day, and as night drew close he had spurred his horse faster, eager to be home and out of the weather.

He had had the misfortune of running into a unit of redcoats whose leader had clearly recognized Connor, as he had tried to ride subtly by them. One of the had, by sheer luck or skill, managed to hook his arm around Connor's leg and yank him to the ground before he could gallop off. The ensuing fight had dragged on, though the leader of the redcoats was now dead, along with several of the others.

The storm had only energized him, filling him with a wild sort of energy. He had felt in tune with the world, with each strike of lightning and each strike of his blades. He was a force of nature all on his own, unforgiving and brutal.

But he was tiring. The redcoats fared worse, but the fight had dragged on far too long. His horse had fled, frightened by the storm and the clash of weapons, and his attempts to run away on foot had been routed.
Another redcoat down, but his comrade got a blow in on Connor's shoulder, the sharp bayonet slicing through the thick fabric of Connor's uniform, to meet the flesh beneath. Connor bared his teeth and swung at the man, slashed him across the chest with his tomahawk. The redcoat staggered, but did not fall.

The sounds of hoofbeats on the road was muffled by the rain and thunder, but still audible in Connor's sharp senses. He tensed, long before the redcoats became aware of the sound, fearing reinforcements, but not turning his attention from the fight.

A horse materialized out of the downpour, galloping past the redcoats. There was a flash of metal, and there were only three redcoats for Connor to contend with. The fourth was lying on the road, his throat slashed by a blade. The horse and its dark-cloaked rider wheeled, riding back to run into the soldiers. The rider jumped off, easily finishing off another redcoat.

The remaining two froze, staring at the man who had appeared to help the assassin. Seemingly without any communication between them, they turned and fled. The familiar dark-cloaked man jumped back onto his horse, and went in pursuit. A few minutes later he returned, and Connor had no doubt that the soldiers would never make it home.

"Haytham," he called, having to shout above the thunder. "I said I have nothing more to say to you. I did not need your assistance."

"I suppose gratitude is too much to answer," the Templar grandmaster said, swinging himself down from the saddle. He leaned down to wipe his sword and hidden blades on the coat of a dead redcoat. "You didn't seem to be faring well in that fight."

"I have nothing to thank you for, and far more reason to kill you," Connor replied, half of him wishing his father would ride back off. As much as he loathed the man, he didn't want to kill him. Achilles had accused him of naïve attachment, much the sentiment that rung in Haytham's accusations as well, but he could kill him if it was needed. He knew that now.

It would merely not be the most pleasant mission.

"What is your purpose for coming here?" he continued. They were only a few miles from Davenport, and it made him uneasy a Templar would appear so close to the last safe harbor remaining to him. After the misunderstanding, his village only seemed to echo accusations and betrayal, even if many of his people had forgiven him. He would never forgive himself.

He had expected his father to have a quick answer, but instead there was only silence. He heard his father draw a breath, in the silence between a clap of thunder and a strike of lightning, and seem to struggle over his answer.

"I have come to... discuss things," Haytham said stiffly, clasping his hands behind his back. "Perhaps we can get out of this rain, and speak properly." His father's tone was crisp, but beneath his characteristic smug confidence there was something... hesitant almost.

"As I said, there is nothing more to discuss. I suggest you return to your associates," Connor's tone was cold. "You have made it evident that no unity can exist between the Assassins and the Templars."

Again, Haytham seemed to pause before answering. Finally he said, so softly that if it weren't for Connor's keen senses it would have been drowned by the rain "I am not longer the leader of the Order, nor a Templar."

HayCon Bondage

[(Anonymous)]

"Master Kenway will reward me greatly for capturing you."

Would like to see an alternate ending to the Naval Mission: Biddle's Hideout where the Randolph attacks the Aquila but instead of sinking the ship, Biddle has the Captain captured instead (Connor is probably knocked unconscious during the fight).

Haytham is pleasantly surprised as his son is delivered to him in chains, and leaves them on as he begins to punish Connor for ruining so many of his plans over the years.

- Can be dubcon or noncon
- Connor is still dressed in his Aquila Captain uniform (yum)

Re: HayCon Bondage

[(Anonymous)]

I shouldn't want this as much as I do!

Connor/anybody, somebody cures his touch-phobia

[(Anonymous)]

Connor doesn't like being touched. Somebody shows him it can be nice. Any male but not Haytham please. George Washington, Paul Revere, one of the assassin recruits...just somebody patiently introducing him to sex and affection. Maybe lets Connor try on him first to show how enjoyable it can be.

Yeah, my kink is slow, caring sex with a lot of talking. I'm ashamed.

Re: Connor/anybody, somebody cures his touch-phobia

[(Anonymous)]

Passerby!Anon would like to clarify, as someone who has this phobia, the correct term is haphephobia. Also seconded!