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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Johnson was the one I had the most difficulty was. Took me forever to figure out that you jump from the tree to a flagpole. Really, a flagpole.

//headdesk//

Ohhh, someone fill plz? This is an awesome prompt w/ lotsa hurt-comfort/angst potential...and porn. (Is it sad that those are in order of how I like my fic? =3 =)

I just had a really bad thought of the three slowly regaining themselves (weeks, months?), all while smexing it up w/ Des...and Des at the same time is slowly losing himself to the Bleeding Effect. And when the three are finally back to normal, Des is now the animalistic one (though not to the extent like the three were. Kinda like the three were wild animals, but Des is kinda like a spoiled pet (but one you don't piss off.))

~~OMG, ignore me, I'm derailing this prompt.~~

Strength, Mother said, came from both inside us and from the people we care about. Even if we’re mad at them or something happened, they give us strength.

I love the life lessons Connor gives his son, and despite how much younger he is compared to Charles, he seems much wiser than him (and Washington, if I remember from the bonus conversations you get to have with him from the game, Connor would give him a pep talk whenever he was feeling at his lowest or chastise him for thinking about playing bocce ball than fulfilling his duties as a leader) and much more patient.

Flagpole? I Think that was Pitcairn. Johnson, I believe you had to assassinate him and escape (by swan diving) without letting the mercenaries kill any of the natives

Heya, sorry it took me so long to get back here. Since prompting I have had a very stressful series of days culminating in today, which was long and very unpleasant. Then I took a moment to check this, and found myself richly rewarded. Seriously, I really needed this after today.

This is just adorable! Haytham saving Connor and taking him back to his pack's cabin, the lesson in how to say Connor's name, wolf-Haytham being Connor's blanket! I squeed every few sentences! And the last line of this part, right in the feels anon, right in the feels.
I can't wait to see where you're going to go with this!

I love that, that should totally happen!!!!! Whoever writes my prompt, please add anons idea too!!!!

Two amazing fills? Is it my birthday? Seriously, this is just amazing; your Haytham is spot-on and I am loving the ways you're blending the werewolf elements in. And puppy-Connor. I squeed so loudly at that point that I woke up my dog. He is now looking at me like I've gone completely insane. I hope you're pleased with yourself Anon, you've made my dog question my sanity. ;D

All of my love Anon, can't wait to see where you go from here!

omigosh, this is so perfect! I've been waiting for someone to fill this for the longest time and it was so worth the wait. thank you so much dear a!a. this was both sexy and cute/adorable. I know this is pushing my luck, but I would love if you wrote another short fill, like a sequel for this one. thank you so much for making such a wonderful fill!

Leonardo/Salai with dom!Leo. Kinks are bondage, blindfolding with possible kinks being gagging, spanking and dirty talk.

Salai cops an attitude one day while modeling for Leonardo. Normally Leo is used to this, and rolls his eyes and proceeds to drag His Majesty back to the pedestal to finish the painting/figurine/whatever it is he's doing. And things are all fine and good, the two sniping back and forth at one another.

But then Salai utters the Forbidden Words. He insults Leonardo's hat.

YOU NEVER INSULT THE HAT. Leonardo decides to put the painting aside in favor of teaching Salai just who rules the roost in their relationship. Bonus points if Salai is actually remorseful afterwards, and tries to make it up to Leonardo via copious amounts of snuggling.

Lorenzo's estimation of the power struggle within the city turned out to be more correct than either man originally assumed. The Pazzi fought against Lorenzo's word in small, subtle ways that ordinary folk rarely noticed, but Leonardo took notice of all the same. In the days following Ezio's drop off at his uncle's home, he and La Volpe became close confident alongside Lorenzo, helping him keep the city under Medici rule as long as possible. It wasn't easy, especially since they were minus one assassin to keep the people wary of the night streets, when the Pazzi did the most plotting. Their numbers continued to grow, and more people began to vocalize their discontentment under Medici rule.

Leonardo knew that half of the people in the group were not truly unhappy with Lorenzo's rule, but the people of Firenze had always held a little more of that 'herd mentality' than other cities; it made things difficult when events such as these plagued the days that were once so carefree. On top of that, Uberto was still parading around unhindered, spreading lies about the Auditore family and their noble House, lies that made Leonardo see red, made him wish he wasn't nearly so intent on keeping his cover of innocent painter. But he had sworn to his master that he would keep up the guise as long as he could, and so despite the fact that he longed to slip a blade through the fat man's throat, he held his tongue and kept his peace.

Thankfully, the days went by quickly, aided in part by Leonardo's sudden shove into the spotlight. The bodies of the guards had been discovered as they were burning, and while they had been allowed to burn, the sight of the bodies in front of a famous painter's door had forced the normally quiet soul out into the eyes of the public. Some painted him as a demon, others, a misguided soul. Many more still spoke up in his defense, saying that clearly it was an attempt to ruin his credibility. Lorenzo had a hand in this as well, although he was much more subtle, aware that if anyone thought for even a moment that Leonardo had something to do with the political war going on, he would be targeted. Leonardo could handle a sword fine, but archers and gunmen were things not even he could conquer.

Mario gave short reports to La Volpe to pass along that kept them in the look regarding Ezio. All of them were encrypted to prevent anyone from realizing what was going on; although La Volpe swore on his own life that the men and women he had in his guild were all honest thieves (a strange twist if ever Leonardo heard one), neither Lorenzo nor Leonardo was prepared to take any chances. Whenever the letters came in, Lorenzo would allow them to read it alongside him, and it was here that Leonardo began to realize that something was going on with Ezio, something Mario was trying to get him to understand.

It started out like most things did - small, unnoticeable. And then gradually, it grew.

The first report - "Fledgling settling in. Restless at night. Climbs the roofs and stares out at Firenze. Homesickness is a terrible thing."

The second report - "Resting now, but won't take certain foods. He rarely sleeps deeply. Trust is something that family cannot overcome, it seems. Another hand is required here."

And the most recent report, which had arrived that morning - "He is growing anxious; I have told him about Firenze's current standings, and he is eager to test his new claws. He also speaks of a nest he must return to, one that is occupied by a stronger, wiser creature than he. Tell the falconer to ready his glove."

Lorenzo frowned, lips moving in silent tracing of the words while La Volpe smirked and went back to the window. Leonardo sighed, easily assuming that the falconer Mario spoke of was Lorenzo. "It seems our hunter is coming home at last. Firenze will finally start calming down, hopefully."

"Mm." Lorenzo didn't look away from the paper. "I think his arrival will be most interesting for the public."

La Volpe laughed, a gay sound. "The boy will rend his enemies apart in a matter of moments. Such is his nature when uncontrolled. And he is uncontrolled." The grin he gave Leonardo was suggestive. "Methinks mayhap this eagle requires jesses."

Lorenzo's head snapped up suddenly, his gaze shooting from La Volpe to Leonardo, who had shaken his head and was in the process of retreating to go home. The leader of Firenze looked back to the letter, reading the words with a renewed intensity before his gaze returned to Leonardo's retreating back.

"Oh."

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Two days later, Leonardo received an invitation to a party that would be thrown by Uberto that evening; a party reserved only for the best of the best. Although Leonardo had never been in contact with the man, he knew that Uberto was sending a warning along with the invite - the problem was finding the threat before he walked into a trap. Unfortunately, Lorenzo was out of the city and wouldn't be back for several hours, and La Volpe had his own things to take care of, which meant Leonardo would have to trust his own judgment with this one. Although it smelled of danger and treachery, and although he knew that there was a good chance someone there wanted him dead, he knew he needed to go. Instinct told him that if he went, things would turn out alright.

As always, instinct was right. Fifteen minutes into the party at the Santa Croce cloister, Uberto proposed a toast to Leonardo, right before calling him a traitor and informing the public there would be a public execution right then and there. The artist had been shoved down, kicked and had his arms yanked behind his back, a sword kissing his throat before Fate decided to call in the cavalry.

The bloodcurdling scream that rippled through the air seconds later came from Uberto, who now had a sword in his stomach and a knife slicing his jugular open, blood pouring out like red wine. Leonardo watched, fascinated in a horrific sort of way as the body dropped, and the man responsible turned around. The artist couldn't help the quiet gasp that came out of him at the sight; Ezio Auditore had finally returned to Firenze and just like Mario had said, he was well-equipped.

The man that wore the white cloak and held the bloodied sword was not the boy that had looked too small in his father's clothes. This man wore the cloak as if it had been there all his life; his aura was pure dominance and demand, as if he would accept nothing less than what he desired. His posture was openly confrontation with a hint of arrogance, just enough to set the guards off. The one with his sword at Leonardo's throat turned his attention to the assassin, attempting an overhead swing that resulted in a knee to the gut and a sword through his heart. Then came the ones holding his arms, and finally the one that had kicked him.

When all the guards were dead, Ezio spoke. He did not shout, as Leonardo thought he might do, but instead spoke in a normal tone, one that made everyone in attendance sit up straight and pay attention. "Uberto Alberti was a traitor to Firenze and her people. With his death comes the recovery of peace to this city. Those of you who bore witness to his death, spread the word; Firenze's assassin flies again, and he will strike down those who attempt to spread the seeds of chaos along these hallowed grounds."

In the silence that followed, Ezio picked up Leonardo and walked out, the two soon blending in with the crowds and vanishing from sight.

So, I saw this really funny picture of Haytham face-palming and saying "Lee pulls my ponytail, and eats bananas staring at me." I showed it to a friend and now we can't stop making jokes about it! This OP requests a hilariously cracktastic HaythamxLee. Lee must aggravate the hell out of Haytham, eating bananas and being generally annoying until Haytham can't take it anymore. He decides to get payback, one day slamming a banana down on a table when Lee isn't paying attention and eating some other fruit. Then hardcore, almost non-con sexytimes ensues! Haytham is commanding and cruel, and Lee is very, VERY regretful of ever incurring the Grand Master's ire in the first place.

Bonus points: Very rough sex, Lee humiliation, erotic use of bananas DURING sex, Lee reduced to tears, Haytham not accepting Lee's desperate apologies, and also Lee's first time! (and may or may not be Haytham's)

If any anon is interested at all in this or wants to fill it, I LOVE YOU! <3

Holy shit.

Oh man I have so many fills

But oh my god I really want to write this.

I can't promise anything but would you be all right with a modern AU?

Thanks! Another part should be up sometime today!

How about we celebrate the fact that Kanen is alive in The Betrayal? The way Connor was so happy so see him alive and well got me all giddy inside.

So let's have Kanen and Raton having amazingly good, frantic "you're alive" sex.

Aside from that, nothing is true and everything is permitted so feel free to throw in whatever kinks you would like.

Seconded! (Just a thought though, what would you do with his name? I don't think there's a feminine of Connor.)

Writer!anon here. I'm so glad you like it. This was only the second time I've written porn, and I was really worried it sucked. I might be able to be convinced to write a sequel, but I'm not sure where I'd go with it. If you have ideas for a continuation I'd love to hear them. :)

Ooh, what might those be? Really love your writing style, thus I'd love to read more from you!

Seconded, I was just about to request this myself!

Just some extra stuff. This image is what I based Connor's wolf form on: http://www.barnorama.com/wp-content/images/2011/04/B1203/35.jpg. This is the one I used for Haytham:http://www.daveshumway.com/data/photos/46_1_MG_1161GreyWolf.jpg.

Haytham had forgotten how much he had enjoyed the frontier. He shook his body, dislodging some snow that had built up on his grey coat. A rabbit hung from his jaws as he jumped over snow drifts, heading to the cave cum den he had left the boy in. It was different from the cities, where the snow often turned to a muddy slush before anyone could admire its beauty.

The small fire he had left going in the cave was still lit. His son snuffled and snuggled deeper into his white robes. Haytham rolled his eyes and shifted, his coat once again falling across his shoulders. If there was one thing he was going to teach the boy, it was going to be how to shift with his clothes. It was less likely to get him thrown in the stocks for public indecency.

His son cracked open a tawny eye and shut it. A paw covered his muzzle, and Haytham almost laughed at the sign of dismay. He put the rabbit to roasting and went over to him, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck. The pup yelped and twisted, trying to bite him.

“Now, now, none of that,” Haytham said, swatting him on the nose. The pup managed to look offended, still squirming. Haytham rolled his eyes and poked the boy on his haunch, right next to where he had sewn up a nasty gash. His son squeaked, his jaws snapping slightly as the pain registered. “You’re being rather rude, boy.”

Haytham sat the boy down on the white robes again and rotated the rabbit, making sure that it was well-cooked. While raw meat wouldn’t harm either of them, he preferred cooked meat. From the way the boy’s nose was twitching, he did as well.

“Are you going to shift back?” Haytham asked, taking the rabbit off his makeshift spit. The boy cocked his head to the side, obviously confused by the question. “Human, boy. Unless you prefer to eat in that form?”

The boy squeaked, his fur standing on edge. If he had been older, Haytham might have felt a little threatened. But his son merely toddled over and sat in front of him, his head hanging low. Haytham sighed and picked him up, stopping his squirming with another pat on his muzzle.

“You don’t know how to voluntarily shift?” he asked as he tore a strip of meat off the rabbit. He held it out in front of the boy, who snapped it up eagerly. “I would have thought that your mentor would have at least taught you that much.”

The boy growled, turning to glare at Haytham. Haytham scratched him behind his ears and smirked.

“I am not a fool, boy,” he said. “There was only one assassin left alive. The old man must be training you. Poorly, if he doesn’t even know the basics of caring for one of us.”

Without warning, the boy’s hackles were raised, and he launched himself out of Haytham’s grasp. He let out a coughing bark as he landed, falling on the dirt as his back legs gave out under him. Haytham watched as he dragged himself back to the pile of his robes and tucked himself into a ball. Setting the rest of the rabbit to the side, Haytham began to move towards the boy. His son growled and showed his teeth, to which he rolled his eyes.
The wolf came to the forefront easily, covering him with fur and dropping him on all fours. Haytham shook his head at the sensation, and focused on the boy again. His son had backed up in his little nest, his back arching slightly and his teeth bared in fear instead of anger. Haytham chuffed a short bark, one meant to order another wolf to come closer. The boy, still afraid, cocked his ears forward at the sound, but made no move towards him. Haytham repeated the sound, adding a growl for emphasis. His wolf snarled in his mind as the boy continued to stay where he was.

Haytham walked over, ignoring the pitiful growl the boy gave him. He grabbed his scruff in his jaw and took him back to where they had been sitting. Arranging the boy so that he couldn’t escape again, Haytham tore another piece of meat and held it out to him. His son squirmed for a few moments, trying to escape, before he stilled and took the food.

Their meal continued in silence as they picked the rabbit down to its bones. Haytham still felt hungry, but there hadn’t been any large animals around. He put the thought in the back of his mind as he examined his son. He looked young, which made Haytham worried. A young pup should have someone looking out for them, teaching them to hunt and play. From the reports he had heard from the Order the boy moved like an adult as he stalked the streets of Boston. Yet he looked like a young pup, similar to what Haytham had shifted to when he was nine years old.

The boy yawned, his eyes fluttering shut. Even though his human senses were telling him that Haytham was an enemy, his wolf recognized Haytham as his father. He snuggled into Haytham’s side and closed his eyes, falling into sleep. Haytham curled himself around his son, keeping him warm. He would have to ask the boy’s name, once he shifted back. It was rather annoying to refer to him as boy all the time.

Morning came too quickly, the faint light streaming into the cave. Haytham moved carefully so not to jar his son from sleep, and shifted back to human form. As he did so, he noticed the boy do the same. Haytham froze, but the boy did not rouse from his sleep. Haytham rolled his eyes and took off his cape, spreading it over his son. He poked at the dying fire, adding some sticks to the feeble flames, before grabbing the boy’s robes. Using the same needle that closed his son’s wounds, he began to sew up the holes in the robes. He was so wrapped up in repairing the outfit, that he did not notice the boy wake.

“Why are you doing this?”

Haytham looked up in surprise before turning back to his work. “You’re untrained, and I would rather not have to put you down like a rabid dog. As for this,” he said, holding up the robes, “it seemed rather practical. You do need to wear clothes, after all.”

“We are enemies.”

“You are my son,” Haytham said, ending the argument before it could begin. “I’ve known since you first set foot in Boston. While you may have different beliefs, it is rather hard to refer to you as an enemy at this point. You are nothing more than an annoyance to us.”

“Then why am I here? Why did you not kill me?”

“I have no reason to,” Haytham answered, tying off and cutting the thread. “You’re barely more than a pup, yet to learn his place in the world.”

He heard rather than saw the boy start at the words. Looking up, he saw his son almost curled in half under his cape.

“I am a monster.”

Haytham snarled, shifting with barely a thought. The robes dropped under his paws as he stalked over to the boy. His son began to crawl backwards, but stopped when Haytham let out a warning growl. Haytham could see the whites of his eyes as he padded closer and jumped to put his front paws on the boy’s shoulders. Almost immediately the boy shifted back to a pup, Haytham’s cape dropping to the floor. He grabbed his son before he could make a break for it, dragging him back to where Haytham had been repairing his clothes. He dropped the boy on top of them, then folded himself around him. His son tried to wriggle out of the embrace, but stopped when Haytham growled.

They sat like that for almost an hour. When the boy began to grow restless, Haytham shifted again, unsurprised when the boy did as well. It had been much the same when he was first understanding how shifting worked. Haytham motioned for him to put on the robes, which the boy did grudgingly.

“You have a name, boy?”

His son looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. “Ratohnhaké:ton.”

Haytham rolled his eyes. “I can’t pronounce that.”

“I go by Connor,” he told him.

“Much easier to pronounce,” Haytham replied as he turned back to the fire. “You’re seventeen years of age, if I’m correct?”

“Yes.”

“You should have been shifting at seven,” Haytham mused as he added more twigs to the fire. “When did you start?”

“Less than a year ago.”

“Curious,” Haytham said. “There should be a dry log near the entrance. Would you mind fetching it?”

Connor grunted, his footfalls going in the direction Haytham indicated. A frown marred Haytham’s face as he considered and discarded what he knew about the boy. It was strange and slightly worrying that he had only just begun to shift. But, aside from that, Haytham found that he was relieved. Connor’s wolf was still young enough to be taught, and the boy could be told how to control it.

Connor sat the small log next to Haytham, and took up a seat across from him. He had pulled up his hood again, but Haytham could still make out that he was very uncomfortable. Haytham let the silence between them remain as the log crackled and began to burn.

“You do not seem surprised to find out about me,” Connor said, breaking the silence.

“I’ve known about you since you first set foot in Boston,” Haytham replied, looking at him. “A young werewolf, with no obvious training, in my territory? There haven’t been any of our kind besides myself in these lands for nigh on ten years. I assumed, and was proven right. Any other questions?”

“Why did you help me?”

“Because a young werewolf, no matter what side he may claim to be, needs to be trained in how to control his beast. I would rather not have to put you down.”

“And yet you may have to.”

“But not for lack of training,” Haytham countered. “While our ideals may be different, any Assassin would do what I am doing for our kind, child of a Templar or not. It concerns me that whoever trained you has not.”

“He does not know.”

Haytham threw the twig he had been poking the fire with into the flames. “And if you had asked, he might have at least tried to help. Might have told you that you aren’t a monster.”

“In my village there are stories of men who have lost themselves to their beasts,” Connor said. “It is a curse among my people.”

“Well, in your case it is not,” Haytham replied. “My father was a werewolf, as was his father before him. The Kenway line has always had a inclination for it, even since before our departure from Russia. It seems it was passed on to you as well. Which means that you should be trained in how to use it.”

“I will not be trained by a Templar.”

Haytham felt his anger rise, but let out a deep breath. He knew it would be hard to convince the boy that he needed to be trained, even if his father was the only one able to do so. A father that he seemed to loathe.

“In this instance, I will refrain from attempting to push my ideals onto you, if you will extend the same courtesy of listening when I speak,” Haytham said, his voice measured and careful. “If you are not trained, you run the risk of striking out against those whom you care about, not just those you seek to kill. It is a weapon, but one that you instinctively know how to use. Which means that after a few days, we’ll go our separate ways, and never speak of this again. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

It was far from easy to convince the young Assassin that every sudden move Haytham made was not meant to hurt him. But, slowly, Connor began to trust him. Within the first day of his tutelage, Connor had stopped shucking his clothes when he transformed. On the second, he helped Haytham take down a young buck while transformed. Haytham had chuckled when Connor later told him that it would have been far easier to hunt in his human form. Haytham had countered by asking what would happen if he didn’t have his weapons. At the end of the week, Connor had learned what Haytham had set out to teach him. Instead of saying goodbye, he simply walked out, casting one look back at the small form curled up on the floor.

It would not due to become attached. Either way, one of them would kill the other.

This is your second time? I wish I was as good as you when I wrote my second porn, hahaha!

Oh boy, you just asked a dangerous question. Honestly if I wasn't already filling so many other prompts I'd attempt a minifill for this myself because I've never written something even remotely close to this kink and it sounds fun (and sexy). But maybe I can share a few ideas with you and perhaps you can find some among them that will interest you? Don't feel pressured by it though - if none of them catches your attention that's totally fine.

- Connor and Haytham are sleeping (maybe after having sex?) and Connor is on top of him and he has weird dreams, perhaps involving the sea or the Aquilla (he did meet the Aquila the first time when he was 14/15, so maybe he's still in awe with it) and the rocking and sounds of the waves wound up letting him go in his sleep and he wakes up frantic and unsure of how to clean the mess before his father wakes up.

- Connor has this incredible urge to pee right after having sex/masturbating every single time. Usually he can hold himself for a while until he reaches the nearest bush/toilet/stream/whatever, but this one particular time Haytham was insatiable and wanted to go at it again. He manages to hold himself for a while, but when Haytham wants to make him come a third time, he's unable to resist and lets himself go.

- If you want to go for a true sequel, than maybe Haytham actually really loved the "accident" and he tries coaxing Connor into doing it again the next time they actually have sex with small kisses and sweet talking and assuring him it's okay (maybe Connor feels uncomfortable about it at first because he's worried he will upset Haytham this time but eventually agrees and gets off on it too).

Gosh, I feel horrible because it feels like I've taken over OP's prompt. If OP dislikes this than please ignore it.

This was too cute, especially papa!wolf teaching his pup the basics. I really did wish they had met earlier in the game, made sense with Connor mucking up Templar affairs both on land and sea since he was 17.

Oh my gosh, WriterAnon! The last two chapters of this have been an absolutely wonderful read. Your talents have made this fill everything I'd hoped for and more. I am not worthy!

Grrr, Charles Lee! *shakes fist* You're in for some trouble when Haytham and Connor get ahold of you, that's for sure.

And oh my gosh, Haytham's having feels for Connor now. He's in love, even if he won't admit it to himself. ^.^ Wonder how he'll deal with that fact? He's been roped into saving the recruits now too. Hopefully this will be the start of a new, beneficial partnership that won't end in tears and death like in the game.

As always, I eagerly await the next chapter! You're a godsend WriterAnon~

Please can someone fill? I need this like air.

Thirded ! This needs to happen !

Oh my god! Anons!
Since no one really seems to have taken a chance at this, I might as well try, yes? I would be grateful if other anons could help pitch in. Like, rp it! one anon does one part the next anon continues it and so on and so forth. It would help me continue to write this.
Though...I can't promise smut. ;//^//; So maybe some one else can help me there too, yes?
Since the peeps want Des with all three alphas, I'll be heading it in that direction.
POV and POV switching allowed!

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Desmond collapsed onto his bed with a groan in frustration. Really? His dad was such an ass! Making him choose a bond mate in exchange for his freedom, though he supposes it's a small sacrifice. If worse comes to worse, he'll ditch the guy and bask in his new found freedom. So what if it will piss off his father. They'd probably hunt him to bring him back when that's the case, forcing him to go into hiding.

Just as long as he's away from here, he didn't care.

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Sorry, this is all I got for now. There will be more tomorrow. Promise!

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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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OP loves you

OP to the Anons!!!!

OP loves you too

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Never insult the hat!

FILL: The Lost Eaglet 6/?

Haytham/Lee, Eating Bananas

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Kanen/Raton

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Other fills? :D

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OP is incoherent with happiness!

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