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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Re: Why must you hurt me this way?

(Anonymous) 2012-11-03 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Something to cheer myself up! I can't type anymore...

A fill. A very short fill.

(Anonymous) 2012-11-03 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh... I have no idea if this is what you were after, but I started writing and could not stop and this is the result.
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It's still snowing outside, and Connor takes another sip of the foul, burning alcohol Haytham handed him about half an hour ago. He's not so cold now, and his head is pleasantly hazy. Although in all honesty, his new warmth is probably more to do with the fact he and Haytham are hugging, thanks to the draught seeping through the small cabin. It's basic survival, something Connor learnt at a young age. His mother would always usher him under her blanket when the winds were especially icy, and so did the other families in the village. It was harder after the attack, there were so few people left.

"I can't feel my leg," Haytham says, accusingly. His voice is too loud, too close to Connor's ear.

Connor sighs. He'd just gotten comfortable in this position. He shifts his arm and scoots his hips to one side and lifts Haytham's numb leg out the way. He arranges their arms so they will be warmer- Haytham objected to this earlier, saying it was inappropriate or something. Now, he's too tipsy to care about being chest-to-chest. Connor rests his head against Haytham's neck.

"Tell me about how you met my mother," he says, taking another sip of the alcohol.

"Why do you care?" Haytham says, sullenly. "Oh, all right. She was among some Native slaves I freed. God knows what would have happened if I hadn't come along. A British general had claimed her for his own."

Haytham pauses to drink a little more, and Connor can't help but think about the last time- oh, a good fifteen years ago- he'd been close enough to someone to hear the buzzing of their vocal cords in their throat, to feel their heartbeat.

"Can't say I blame him," Haytham continues, his words sounding a little slurred. "She was gorgeous. Stunning. A goddess. She was so beautiful. And it wasn't just her looks, as wonderful as they were. She was clever, too. Cleverer than most men, most civilised men, even. And I swear her eyes could see everything. She would always give me this look. This 'I know better' look."

Connor isn't sure what the weird feeling is at first, on the inside of his thigh. A kind of pressure.

"She always did. Know better, I mean."

Connor shifts his hips a little and Haytham's words stutter slightly.

"What are you doing?" Haytham says, sounding annoyed.

"What?" Connor snaps. "I'm uncomfortable."

"Stop that." Haytham hisses, sounding irate, as Connor shifts his hips again, harder this time.

"Oh," Connor says, realisation dawning. It makes sense what that pressure is. Haytham must've liked something about his mother to fuck her, after all. He grins, and starts rocking his hips up and down, gently enough to stay upright, forcefully enough to make Haytham gasp and arch his back.

He's not going to pretend to like his father. All this talk of taking control away from people, how does he like being on the receiving end? His heart beats faster and he knows that if he was not well on the way to getting drunk he would never do this. It's exhilirating. Perhaps too exhilirating. He can feel himself getting hard.

"No," Haytham murmurs, quietly. "Stop. Not like that."

"Not like what?" Connor says, confused.

"Use your hands, you stupid boy." Haytham hisses into his ear, grabbing one of his wrists. "Do you know nothing?!"

After that, things get blurry. Neither of them seem to care much about the cold outside when there is warmth to be had underneath their layers of clothing. In the morning he has vivid memories of Haytham ripping Connor's hair out of its ponytail, of smooth pale skin turning reddish-pink beneath his earth-coloured hands, of hot friction, the strange sensation of another man's penis inside and against his mouth and of the noise Haytham makes when he spurts white onto Connor's face and neck, in his long hair. He remembers blinking it out of his eyes, and forcing a kiss onto those chapped lips, worming a tongue into an open mouth, the semen smearing and drying between their skin before Connor sees stars.

Hours later, when dawn's light is harshy reflected into their eyes, neither can stop shivering, and they rub and comb flakes of evidence from their skin and hair before adjusting their mostly-undone clothes and pointedly not speaking of the previous night. That morning's travelling is quiet, and they do not speak until they buy brunch at a tavern in New York. Today there is no passive-aggressive sarcasm nor heated accusations of treachery or ignorance.

Re: A fill. A very short fill.

(Anonymous) 2012-11-03 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
YES! Thank you thank you <3 It's short, but I love how you packed in lots of awkwardness and guilt. Oh and you captured Haytham's sassy impatient self wonderfully; seriously, I hear his voice when he called Connor 'stupid boy' pffff lol

And I also found a big guy like Connor nuzzling someone for warmth the most adorable thing EVER.

"All this talk of taking control away from people, how does he like being on the receiving end?" <-HNG YES. JUST. YES.

Re: Discussion Post! :D - SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS

(Anonymous) 2012-11-03 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Wait. You were saying post that kind of stuff THERE. Sorry, my brain's broken from playing AC3 so many hours in a row.

The same person drew moar!

(Anonymous) 2012-11-03 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Notworksafe this one:

http://br0nn0r.tumblr.com/post/34922104565/ok-guys-what-the-fuck-am-i-doing-this-is-bad

Re: A fill. A very short fill.

(Anonymous) 2012-11-03 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Passerby!Anon here.

Oh, that was perfect, Author!Anon! It was brilliant and funny and sarcastic and sexy, and I absolutely loved it! Thank you!

Shaun in mourning

(Anonymous) 2012-11-03 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Shaun and Desmond had been attracted to each other since the beginning, but it had been the worst possible timing for a relationship, what with their mission to save the world and all. The occasional quickie was nice and everything, but there wasn't time for very many tender moments and affection. They'd come to an unspoken agreement that everything they were feeling would just have to be ignored and wait... Though Shaun had always figured they'd try for something once the threat was gone and everything was done and over with.

Now he's mourning for a relationship that never was, and wondering what things would have been like if it had been different.

Connor's fear of fire

(Anonymous) 2012-11-03 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ever notice how Connor always flinches away and covers his eyes when he comes anywhere near campfires? Even when other characters don't even seem bothered by them? Well, it makes sense that he'd have pyrophobia after his mother's death.

I want Connor reluctantly discussing it with someone who notices. Maybe Haytham, from when they were almost-sorta-kinda working together?

The Second Stage

(Anonymous) 2012-11-03 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Shaun is angry. Because it's easier to be pissed off than it is to acknowledge how devastated he really is.

(Desmond/Shaun, of course.)

Someone wrote a fic to!

(Anonymous) 2012-11-03 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Not written by me but also discovered on tumblr:

http://docscratch.tumblr.com/post/34931407243/cabin-fever-haytham-connor-nc17

Now, if someone would be kind enough to write a fic where they go all the way.

Re: Connor's fear of fire

(Anonymous) 2012-11-03 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I was just thinking about this, I'll fill but it might take me awhile.

Re: Connor's fear of fire

(Anonymous) 2012-11-03 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Seconded with the power of a thousand exploding suns!
It's high time for Haytham to be a good daddy, even if it's just in fic! :D

Haytham/Charles Lee - British gentlemanly buttsex

(Anonymous) 2012-11-03 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Prompt inspired by this picture:

http://algrenion.tumblr.com/post/34884195725/so-the-weather-was-being-trippy-and-it-temporarily

SECONDING LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT

(Anonymous) 2012-11-03 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
YES YES YES this is perfect and i want it HARDCORE.

WashCon and LeeCon AU

(Anonymous) 2012-11-03 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I need an AU! *gross sobbing.*

The first time Connor meets Charles Lee, he's kidnapped and brought back to Haytham. Connor doesn't want anything to do with his father or the Templar order and Haytham wants to "save" his son from believing in the Creed. Connor runs away one afternoon to go home only to find his home in ruins and is recaptured/"saved" by Haytham. He brainwashes Connor into thinking that Haytham tried to save his mother/came to find Connor when he was found missing and Connor believes him. Connor grows up into believing that Haytham and his men had nothing to do with the death of his mother and village.

Years go by and the Templars and Connor have merged themselves into the high society of Boston where they can keep a close eye on the Sons of Liberty and control the districts. Connor is still very wary of his father and his mens ideals and has his heart dead set that everyone deserves freedom.
Connor somehow becomes friends with Washington when Connor is introduced to him by Samuel Adams (somehow they became friends as well). Charles Lee notices and starts to keep tabs on Connor.

Lee's always had a twisted fascination on Connor since the moment he's laid eyes on him. He has been hinting towards Haytham that he'd like to have Connor when he would come of age and Haytham has agreed after proving Lee has been more than loyal to the Templar cause. Connor only realizes that the only reason why Haytham has really kept Connor is because he was a bargaining chip for Lee.

Course, Connor doesn't want to be given to Lee, he wants to be with Washington and somehow Samuel Adams and the rest of the Sons of Liberty help Connor escape to Achilles.

Basically I want Washington and Connor to be the overall pairing while Lee is being a giant ass creeper towards Connor because I can see that happening.

Bloodlines

(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Desmond did a lot of things after running away from the Farm. Tons of stuff he'd never done before, under all sorts of assumed names...drank, slept around, the usual.

And if one of his trysts resulted in a kid, well, he never knew. Only now, he's dead and the world is at a very precarious position. Abstergo still wants him, or if not him, than somebody with the same genetic memories as him.

Both the Assassins and Abstergo find out that Desmond had a kid that's out there somewhere, and both of them want to find this kid, at any cost.

Bonus points for Shaun stepping in and filling in as a dad figure in Desmond's absence. It's the least he could do, after all.

Re: A fill. A very short fill.

(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
YES, yes. Perfect, thank you~ <3

More fic!

(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Someone wrote this fic - http://myantiquehabibi.tumblr.com/post/34954313501

(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
I love how you can interact with the animals in AC3, and how flipping ADORABLE it is when Connor just goes and pets puppies or feeds pigs.

So: Connor pets a dog, dog follows him. Connor now has a pet dog/awesome dog sidekick. They have adorable adventures together.

Re: British soldiers/Connor, Non-Con, Gangbang

(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
oh man, yes please

Re: Converting Connor. TW: emotional abuse, non-con/rape, torture

(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Guh. I need a fic like this in my life. Seconded.

(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
seconding this cuteness

Teaching him his place- Haytham/Connor, non con

(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
Connor looks far too much like his mother for his own good, especially when Haytham is both angry at his son's insolence and helplessly horny at the same time. After quite a struggle, fists flying and weapons clashing, he fuck's Connor until he's raw and begging for it to end.


I want it to be rough, bloody, and terrible; a nice helping of h/c on the side would be fantastic as well.

Re: Don't drop the soap- Gaurds(+Charles Lee?)/Connor, [tw] non-con

(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
Hmmm interesting... I was getting the vibes more from the end scene where charles Lee and Thomas hickey have Connor trapped in the cell and are practically molesting him with their eyes... Charles pining Connor up on the wall and the noises Connor was making was the icing on the cake for me :)

Shaun/Des

(Anonymous) 2012-11-04 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
SO who wants to punch me right in the chest with some introspective Shaun after Desmond's decision at the end. Not so much Shaun re-entering to find Desmond's body, but more Shaun musing on everything he missed out on with Desmond while he was alive. The holidays, the romance, whatever. I want my feelings hurt.