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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Agrees with everything above anon said!
This is amazing! Love it!

Ikr! I've been on the hunt for anything Connor/Desmond! I found one story and that was it. </3 I did find 2 or 3 fan arts and those were grouped along with Ezio and Altair. <3 So much love for Desmond eh?

Alright, I took a crack at this. The next parts won't be as short as this one is, maybe, but my style is to have short segments like this. If it annoys you I can force myself to make longer parts. Also, I wanted to test the waters with this fill. I purposely made this so short just to see if this is the kind of thing you were hoping for.
Enjoy, anons!
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From the first moment we met, I knew.
I knew he was different- worth being loyal to.
Special.

He thinks of me as someone special to him, as well.
But not in the same way I've started to view him. HAVE BEEN viewing him. My emotions have been changing more, and more, until...
It hurts.

SHE made him hurt, suffer. I can see it ever more brilliantly each day, splayed across his hollowing features. He makes nothing of it, always carrying on with business as if nothing tugged incessantly at his soul from the inside. But, I can see it anyhow. That loneliness in his eyes. That longing, for a person he cannot have any longer, one who has ended any established connections or thoughts of love for him.

I know, because that is exactly how I feel.

I have someone right in front of me, day in, day out, day immemorial. However, I cannot have him. I cannot touch him. I cannot tell him enough how she is a lost cause since she doesn't agree with Templar goals and ideals. Like WE do. Like I do. I would worship the ground you walk on if only it would allow you to notice your folly in attempting to keep your fettering ties with her. If you do not let her go, I will MAKE her go.

And then you can be happy.

With me.

Forget the savage.

I promise and swear on my life I will rid of that which ails you. No matter what that is, no matter what that ever will be.

Charles Lee 1756

Charles put his face in his hands and sighed deeply. The past few months he has been feeling sickly, tired to be honest. He tried everything he could think of to remedy the Grand Master's ails... but to no avail. There's no way he could talk about this with the other Templars, he needed his image as a competent right-hand preserved.

So, he elected to write to himself. It kept him sane, thus far, and it allowed him to cope with his stress without letting anyone in on it. However, if someone happened to find these letters...

Charles shook his head slowly, and got up out of his chair inside his living quarters. He cleaned his ink quill and carefully nestled it back inside its holder, making sure he didn't wrinkle the feather in the process.

'No one would find out, of course not. The hiding spot is too well-hidden...' he thought to himself as he slipped the note into an envelope and sealed it. He lowered it into one of his pockets and scooted in his chair. He glanced behind himself to make sure his room was still locked- it was, and made his way across the room to a space between his bed and a wall. To his left was a lacquered chest-of-drawers, and he turned to it after gazing idly at it for a moment.

'Good. It has been undisturbed this week.' He knelt down on the balls of his feet and carefully lifted a corner of the dresser up, wiggling it slightly until it came off the ground, bringing part of the floorboard underneath with it. He maneuvered it up and around the gap to rest it on an undisturbed board. He took a moment from here to rest; the chest was certainly heavy, made of rosewood.

"A beautiful hue, no doubt. Chosen by none other than Haytham himself, for he thought it suited me well." he murmured aloud, softly. He stepped back and watched the candlelight over from the desk dance shadows across the dresser as he moved away from it.

He was right. Haytham knew only from mere moments of mingling with his subordinates which types of furniture they would desire when they became part of the Order. Charles felt a swell of pride rise in his chest. His Master knew him so well.

If only he knew the thing he desired most at this present moment...

Charles frowned. Closed his eyes, took in a deep breath. 'No. I must keep myself composed. I musn't dwell on...' he put his hand on top of the dresser, tiredly bowing his head in sorrow. This was not the time for lascivious thoughts, prior memories and happenings twisting into a blanket of desire. No, he was exhausted, it was one in the morning, and...

Yet, they remain.

These hopeful wishes of making Haytham his,

...

Remain.

I feel like this has to have been requested/fill before. If so, could someone provide a link?

If not... could someone fill? XD Preferably with top!Hickey and lots of biting (and not a lot of blood).

OP IS SO EXCITED. The fill is awesome, and these prompts are PERFECT. If writer!anon would be willing to write one or more of them OP would be SUPER excited.

Writer!anon here! I'd love to write one or more of those prompts, they're all amazing. Is there any certain one you guys would want me to work on first?
Also, I'm SO glad OP likes it. :D

Leonardo is a charming manwhore, while Ezio is just a shy guy who secretly loves him. Can be AU or not. I know you want this too! :)

Random anon here! Do the first one yess~ Just the thought of Connor peeing while dreaming about the Aquila makes me giggle at the cuteness of it

Not OP from before is excited to hear this and is eagerly waiting for an update! <3

Awesome prompt needs to be filled! So I did it. Sorry for the shortness of this part, I am only able to type this from my PS3 since my computer is not with me and quite often I accidentally press the back button on my controller when I type on a real keyboard. But don't worry, I fully plan on finishing this fill. Thanks for your understanding!

Connor thinks he may have overdone it this time. He became just a little too brash, a little too careless, running across rooftops and hopping down to run through the streets when the Brits started to chase him. Their annoyed calls of "Stop right there!" were unheard to the Assassin as Connor hightailed it away from them as fast as he could all the way across Boston, blood pumping loudly, almost painfully in his ears.

He ran into an alley, not realizing in time that there were stationed guards there, enforcing a checkpoint.

He ran right into them.

"Watch it!" one of the two soldiers yelled, shoving Connor back with the side of his musket. Connor just stood there anxiously, eyes widening and darting around. This was not good.

Dawdling here for a few seconds allowed the rest of the soldiers he encountered on the way to surround him. He saw their unmistakable red garments out of the corners of his eyes, coming closer to him swiftly on both sides. It seems that killing a few guards earlier in the day was a bad move, as now it was likely all the guards in Boston have caught up to him in desire for imperial vengeance. Connor sucked in a breath and barreled forward, tearing through the two guards in front of him with his tomahawk, trying to knock them away so he can make the most efficient escape possible unscathed by the legion behind him fastly approaching.

He ran down the alley as quickly as he can, panting from deeply settled-in exhaustion. He unknowingly flinged Redcoats' blood off the metallic blade of his favored weapon as he went, not paying attention to their blood splattering across the brick walls around him. He emerged in a back yard of some sort, a passageway between several surrounding buildings and houses. The somewhat circular area had a convenient haystack on a cart for him to hide in, but Connor shook his head and went past it. There's no way he could hide there successfully in time. The guards were right behind him, surely, and he was Notoriety level 3.

He briefly thought about Achilles, how he would scold him like an old, worried father for being so reckless. He would be right in that and Connor would willingly accept whatever punishment or lecture his mentor would think up as a just recompense. However, he could not die here. He needed to live.

Connor focused his thoughts, so as not to let his mind wander enough to give his enemies an advantage. He quickened his pace, preparing to vault over a staircase and freerun up a wall to get to the roof of his chosen getaway point and make his way safely back to the Homestead.

What he didn't realize, was he attracted the ill will of a few Hessian soldiers in the process of becoming so infamous in this town. They quickly caught up to him with their superior speed to his own and right before Connor could make his first jump to freedom, he sunk to the ground, a sword stabbing through his robes and piercing into his flesh. He fell to his knees from the unexpected pain flooding throughout his body, originating from behind him on the left side of his waist. His body shakily shook and he drew in quick rasping breaths, air whistling through his teeth from being clenched so tightly together.

'Achilles. I have made a costly error this day. I hope you can forgive me.'

hnnnnng that was so good thank you so much ldgjkdlahda
/saves forever

No! Connor! D:!! Fffff you got me hooked! This was awesome! I love it! Need MOAR!!! <3

Oh no styx is my favorite like you don't even know! I have other things I'm filling but I will try to write something for this one because reasons. Are you okay with Shaun/Des happening?

YES. YES PLEASE. That would make OP VERY HAPPY.

Hnng this was so hot and so perfect- this anon has a serious thing for slutty!desmond. Seconding the request for a sequel!

SECONDED SECONDED HOOOOOLY SHIT SECONDED

Slutty!Desmond was the best thing ever. HOLY FUUUUCK that was hot!!! And the ending was perfect, you don't even need to continue with a sequel but HELLZ YES if you want to! The freaking sexiest thing I've seen all day, bravo writer anon you're awesome

Has anyone else read this? It's a good series (some of the main characters are a bit...Mary Sue/Gary Stu) and has an absolutely fascinating world.

Many of the people wear Jewels, ranked from White to Black, with a whole bunch of colours inbetween (eg Summer Sky, Opal, Red, etc). The darker the Jewel, the more powerful the person's magic. It's a patriarchal society, so women control politics (with a few exceptions), but before the Purge, this has become corrupted, and many of the ruling Jewelled don't give a damn about anyone but themselves. In order to stop the people from overthrowing them, they've massacred most of the dark Jewelled women that oppose them, and forced many of the dark Jewelled men into slavery.

Now there's a particular caste of male that they like best - Warlord Prince. Warlord Princes are natural fighters, extremely vicious when provoked, and by far the biggest male threat. They had a Ring of Obedience placed around their cocks to stop them from running away. This normally happened at a very young age, not long after their Birthright Ceremony (their first Jewel). They would receive their second Jewel during an Offering to the Darkness at around 21 years old. This is also around the same time that they start being used for breeding. The corrupted powers, after all, want strong Jewelled witches, but they want them under their control.

Now, who do you think fits these roles well? Yep, you guessed it. Our Assassins. And since a lot of these races are long lived (seriously, one guy is 1700 years old and just coming into his physical peak, say what?), you could even have everyone in there. (There are short lived races as well - generally, the fairer the hair and complexion, the shorter the life).

I'm thinking that Altaïr, and Ezio are part of a longer lived race, Connor and Haytham straddle that line with mixed heritage (Connor with a longer life than Haytham, almost as long as Altaïr and Ezio), and William and Lucy aren't long for this world. Desmond, Rebecca, and Shaun are just a mess - Desmond is likely to live for as long as Connor, but nobody really knows with Rebecca and Shaun. Altaïr, Ezio, and Connor are Warlord Princes...as is Desmond, but he's so laid back that the ruling powers kind of forget (big mistake - the last time that happened, it was with Connor). They all have reasonably dark Jewels.

Desmond is the newest slave to a collection that one Queen has been building up for a while. What she doesn't realise is a) they're all related, b) having that many Warlord Princes in close proximity is never a good idea if they don't like you, and c) they've been playing the long gambit - there's a breakout being planned for a hundred years and shit is going to go down.

tl;dr we're going fantasy with sex, magic, corrupted patriarchy, long lived races, violent Warlord Princes, the assassins as slaves, and a whole bunch of people underestimating Desmond.

A/N: And now for something a little different...flashbacks!

"MAN-OF-WAR!"

The Captain of the Aquila cursed under his breath as he maneuvered his ship just in time to avoid enemy cannon fire. He had expected this ambush upon learning that the Randolph had abandoned the Belladonna - a French vessel that was supposed to deliver weapons and supplies to the Patriots - out in the open sea. Ignoring the impulse to return fire, the Assassin shouted to the gun deck and ordered them to switch to chain shots in order to bring down the English warship's masts. They would take her as a prize.

At both his sides, Faulkner and the French naval officer baulked. Insisting they should sink the enemy instead; but he had made up his mind. Connor assumed that the Templars had some how leaked the information regarding the Belladonna to British Command. However, there was no way for him to know unless he interrogated the enemy captain himself.

With that in mind, he maneuvered them closer. With her size and speed, his Lady of the Sea avoided everything the leviathan fired at her; the enemy, however, was not so fortunate. Once the main mast was down, the Aquila practically glided across the ocean waves; eager to tear into her wounded prey.

"Hook us in! Bring her close!" Faulkner shouted to the scurrying crew. "To arms! To arms!"

Connor left the wheel to his first mate as ran towards the incapacitated Man-of-War that was now tethered to the Aquila. In an instant, his sailors were running alongside him. The gun deck officer in their ranks, a older, taller, pale-faced man with a shaved-head, matched strides with him.

"Orders, cap'n?!"

Connor had known David Clutterbuck and his younger brother Richard ever since he had been a novice. David was one of the bravest and the best sailors aboard the Aquila... a man that, if the Master Assassin asked him to, would have followed his Captain into the belly of the Man-of-War even if it were sinking beneath the waves.

"Clear the deck! Their Captain is mine!"

"Aye aye!"

After climbing aboard, he sank his hidden blade into the nearest enemy as David relayed the order to the and they eagerly complied. Connor switched to Eagle Vision to track down the his target. He did not have to search long upon spotting a glimmer of gold weaving around the battles and through the thick smoke. The Assassin chased after his quarry, swiftly slicing down any who got in his way, as he followed the other captain below deck. It was dark...

It was dark. The servants were drawing the curtains to block out the mid-morning sunlight. For once, he was grateful. He was exhausted. His whole body ached, especially his backside. He just wanted to sleep, but large hands were moving across his chest, and began pulling him out of his remaining clothes.

No. No more, please!

Once he was fully nude, the hands thankfully left him. There was a rustle of fabric and the bed jostled a little as its second occupant sat up. His bleary eyes looked over to see the man beside him retrieve something small and metallic from one of the hidden coat pockets.

"How does the British Command know about the Belladonna?" Connor demanded as he stood above his fallen enemy who had failed to shoot him in such close quarters before he was taken down. The English Captain stared up at him, taking deep breaths while clutching his mortal wound.

"British Command knows nothing of this," the dying man admitted.

"Then how are you here?"

"We were lead here by a Patriot, Nichols Biddle."

Well that confirmed his suspicions about the Templar involvement. Finally his enemies had made their move. They had been much too quiet after the botched assassination attempt. But was all this done in an attempt to cripple the Patriots? Discredit the Commander-in-Chief?

"Who does Biddle work for?" Connor pressed as he knelt down. Although he knew the answer, Connor still wanted to hear it from another person's mouth.

"I think you know, Assassin..." The Englishman's lips twisted into a bitter smirk. Connor took hold of his hand and stared at the silver band that encircled the ring finger. Upon it bared the red cross emblem of his enemies.

"I still can't believe..." Connor lifted his gaze from the ring to the dying Templar's ashen face as he spoke his last words. "I still can't believe I lost... to an Omega."

The Assassin drew away as if his enemy had rearmed himself. How?! Was the question on his lips but his enemy had already succumbed to death before he could even ask. Frowning, Connor pocketed the silver ring before reaching down to close the dead man's eyes.

I have this series in my collection, and I was thinking about suggesting it myself, because I can see Altair and co. as Warlord Princes easily. So I may take a shot at this - I need to dig my copy of the book up and reread the finer details.

If I were to write something, would you mind a bit of a crossover? For example using some of the Queens from the book instead of assigning everyone in the game roles?

This started out as smut, but then turned into a character study of why Charles' outfit changes during the timeskip? IDK what I'm doing any more....

Charles takes a few moments to stroke himself leisurely, both to slick a little extra grease over his skin and to tease Haytham. The low noise Haytham makes when he enters is enough to send shivers down his spine. He sighs, savouring the heat and the pressure.

When he begins to move, he does so slowly. Not because he aims to pleasure Haytham, as he usually does, but because Haytham always puts himself first. It's not as though he neglects Charles, merely that he does not go out of his way to pleasure Charles unless he needs it after Haytham's own climax. Haytham enjoys roughness and efficiency, while Charles favours a more subdued approach, letting the sensations wash over him, thoroughly enjoying every moment.

"More, please," Haytham says, voice shaking with need. Charles knows what he's really saying, though: "why are you being so gentle? I'm not."

"I'll give you what I see fit," Charles snaps in reply, though his hands still wander lightly, caressing kindly at particular spots- Haytham's sharp hipbones, the collar of his mantle, the dark locks of Haytham's hair, still bound in a ponytail.

Haytham moans in response, and doesn't speak again. Or at least, he doesn't say anything coherent, aside from the occasional noises that might be "oh God" or "yes". It's increasingly difficult for Charles to refrain from joining him in making such obscene sounds, given the way Haytham trembles beneath him and constricts around him.

Despite his best efforts, however, his hips are moving faster, thrusting deeper. He needs his release, and soon. So does Haytham, by the sound of it.

Finally, his hands curl in the skirt of his favourite coat (ruined ruined ruined, he can't forget that), and he spills with a shout. Haytham stiffens and moans again, not long after. They haven't done this in a while, and it takes Charles about half a minute to fully catch his breath, to return to reality enough to withdraw with a wet sound and start wiping his skin clean with a fresh handkerchief.

Haytham doesn't move from his position on the desk, a fully-sated sprawl. Really, it's lucky Charles can see him like this, it's rare for the Grand Master to be anything less than on his guard around anybody, Charles being the only present exception. Even around their closest allies- Pitcairn, Johnson, Hickey, Church- Haytham doesn't completely relax.

At that thought, it's hard for Charles to keep the smile off his face. He sets the soiled cloth on a clear patch of desk, and leans over Haytham. He presses a different handkerchief into Haytham's hand, and strokes his hair lovingly, twisting the still-bound strands through his fingers.

Haytham levers himself up with some reluctance, and slowly starts to clean himself as best he can without a bath. Charles plucks the hat off the floor, and sets it on Haytham's head, and starts unbuttoning the boots he's wearing.

"I really am sorry about your coat," Haytham murmurs.

Charles sighs. It's his favourite coat. He can't be seen wearing a stained coat, and he can't repair it. It'll just have to live in his wardrobe, unused, gathering dust.

"Don't worry about it. I have others."

"That you never wear," Haytham said, pointedly. "It's always this one. You can still wear it, you know. It's just a little ink."

Charles removes the first boot. It's lucky they wear a similar size in shoes, as well, though Haytham's are worn far more along the tip and ball of the foot, thanks to his constant climbing and roof-running. He slips the cloak off, and Haytham takes it gratefully.

"I can't. People will see. And it won't be the same if I have the cuff replaced."

"It doesn't matter what people think of you, it's only a stain."

"With all due respect, sir, it matters to me." Charles shakes his head sadly, and slips off his second boot. "I suppose I could have something similar made."

"And how much is that going to cost? I've ruined this coat, I ought to be the one paying for a new one."

"I'd rather you didn't, sir," Charles says, unbuttoning the long jacket he's wearing. "It wouldn't feel right. People would wonder why you're spending so much money on your subordinate over a simple ink stain."

Haytham sighs, and shrugs said coat off, passing it to Charles. He receives his breeches in return.

"…You're right. Still, I feel I ought to do something, Charles."

"There's nothing to do," Charles says, quietly. "It's just a coat."

They redress in silence, and Charles pauses for a moment, wondering how to cover the stain until he can get home. Probably, nobody will ask him about it, but he can't help but worry. If he were to slip up and reveal something about this- well, it's not really a relationship- the consequences would be dire. Admittedly, he's a damn good liar, but it isn't just his life and reputation at stake. It's Haytham's as well.

He finds a leather glove in one of his pockets, and puts it on. Yes, it covers the stain nicely. Now, if he can only find the other…

"Was there a second glove in this coat when you were wearing it?" Charles asks. Haytham glances at him, re-tying his hair.

"I don't think so. Why?"

Charles holds up his gloved hand as an answer. Haytham raises an eyebrow.

"I think that looks rather good. Very interesting."

"One glove?" Charles bites back a laugh. "I look ridiculous."

"You'll start a new trend," Haytham replies, shooting him a winning smile. "It hides the stain, doesn't it? You'll be able to wear your favourite coat. I don't see a problem."

Charles shakes his head again, but this time in relief and contentment than from dismay. It's fine. Haytham is right. He's always right. He has no need to worry.

When he leaves Haytham's home, he does so with his head held high. The only comment he gets on this change of wardrobe (aside from Hickey's laughter, the bastard) is an approving nod from Johnson at the next meeting.

"You're wearing one glove."

"I felt like a change," Charles explains.

"It looks good."

"Thank you."

Haytham gives a meaningful cough, but the corners of his mouth twitch in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it smile. Charles sits straighter, and listens attentively, though one part of his mind is still focused on the ink stain hidden underneath the leather, and how wonderful a metaphor is is for what he and Haytham have.

Sooo I was thinking. How 'bout some Haytham/Duncan?
They do meet in canon. Maybe they meet again afterwards, already in America? And Duncan doesn't know what's so unsettling about that gentleman he keeps bumping into, until he gets a good look at his face and he remembers. Maybe it triggers those traumatic memories and he turns into a shivering mess. Maybe Haytham notices and decides to have a little fun.
I don't know, people. Just go wild.
(Smut would be nice and dub-con too, but I'd prefer it not to be dub-con. Sorry!)

Feeling all too sad about all the assassin's lifes and all shit they have gone trough pretty much alone, I want something with Altair, Ezio, Desmond and Connor meeting in the afterlife. Comforting, snuggling and calming ensues.

Make me cry, anons!

//blithers uselessly//

I hope that wasn't the "reveal the gunpowder stores" mission, 'cause that drove me freaking crazy. I had a near fully upgraded ship and always destroyed it or didn't hit it hard enough to reveal the powder stores.

Sooooo frustrating...

But now you've managed to supplant those memories with new ones! I love how you've merged that instance with a hint that, even at that stage, the Templars were already setting their plans for Connor in motion.

Was the ring that Charles took from his pocket the same ring that Connor took from the captain?

Well, this confirms it. Desmond Miles is, officially, a doofus. Okay, so Shaun had been mostly certain before this moment- but currently, the man has terrible rock blasting from Rebecca’s speakers and is lip-synching and, well, Shaun supposes that it’s supposed to be dancing, but you never know. The man could just be having some sort of seizure, the way he’s moving.

He stares at the man with a look of mild distaste as Desmond finished a crude rendition of “Sweet Child of Mine” and moves on to a dramatic lip-synching of “Jack and Diane”. He’s staring Shaun right in the eyes, and despite that fact that Desmond’s making an utter fool out of himself, Shaun can’t help but find it endearing. It probably has something to do with the fact that Desmond is smiling, a full-fledged grin that’s just a little lopsided, and so utterly genuine.

When yet another song begins, this time slower and better enunciated than the others, Desmond actually sings along, getting close to Shaun and leaning over his chair. “Oh, Mama, I’m in fear for my life from the long arm of the law-” Desmond’s voice isn’t that bad, Shaun thinks, and the proximity isn’t that bad either. Desmond keeps singing, Shaun only catching some of the words because the American is practically giving him a lap dance, until suddenly, Desmond flings himself back and yells. It takes Shaun a moment to realize that it’s part of the song, and his heart pounds in his chest for a while as Desmond continues dancing around the temple. Thank God that Rebecca and Bill are out.

(Much, much later, after several other singing-Desmond incidents, after Shaun’s self control snaps, when they are lying together, naked and sweaty in someone’s bed, Desmond will very quietly hum “Hey Jude” as they both drift off to sleep. Shaun murmurs something about Desmond finally choosing decent music, Desmond half-heartedly swats him on the head, and they both sleep soundly for the first time in months.”

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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Re: Fill: Who Will Save You Now? [7.5/?]

Re: Puppy Love

FILL 1/?

Hickey/Lee Hate Sex

Yes OP

Re: Yes OP

Role reversal Ezio/Leo

Re: Yes OP

Re: Yes OP

FILL 1/? British Soldiers/Connor Gangbang

Happy OP is happy

Re: FILL 1/? British Soldiers/Connor Gangbang

Re: Desmond + Classic Rock = Lulz

Re: Desmond + Classic Rock = Lulz

Re: Wood [1/1]

Re: Ezio/Desmond/Altair&Connor(?) orgy

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Crossover: Black Jewels Trilogy, potential TW: non-con/dub-con, physical abuse

Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 27a/?

Re: Crossover: Black Jewels Trilogy, potential TW: non-con/dub-con, physical abuse

Costume 3/3

Rare pairing ahoy

Afterlife

Re: Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 27a/?

Fill- All Over the World