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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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The Chaperone

(Anonymous) 2013-02-21 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Anon got to thinking (dangerous I know) and i couldn't help but think that if Connor went on a "date" Achilles would want to tag along (cause hey, Connor is a young naive kid let's be realistic for a sec :P) and chaperone the date to make sure no hanky-pankey went on, if you know what i mean.

Anyway! so Anon wants to see a meddlesome Achilles messing up Connor's date, being the typical parent and making comments about how wandering hands lose fingers and such.

Re: The Chaperone

(Anonymous) 2013-02-21 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
seconded, this would be the best thing and i could totally see Achilles do this too.

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Desmond's inner slut

(Anonymous) 2013-02-21 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
I'd love to see a fic where Desmond discovers his inner slut and gets his brains fucked out by Altair and/or Connor. Could be AU or Apple shenanigans.

Bonus points if there is DP or a facial involved.

Even more bonus points if Malik/Haytham/Clay/someone who isn't Shaun is watching from afar and gets off on it.

FILL: Insatiable 1/1

(Anonymous) 2013-03-01 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
He must be a narcissist. A closet narcissist - that's one of the worst kinds. He must also be a liar and a seducer, because he's never been one for fucking men or leading them on like he has these two. Altair was raised in a strict family, one that made him bleed over his lack of control. His grandfather was always stern about control, always telling him that lack of it would lead him to ruin.

Well, it looks like he was right. Barely five minutes in bed with Desmond and Connor, and his control is shot to hell, and he's practically ruined. He's so ruined, he's tainting the others with it, dragging them down with him. He wants to say he regrets it, but with Demond's hot, lithe body around his cock and Connor's cock right there beside his, he's finding it hard to feel anything besides base desire.

They were teammates, dispatched to take care of a Templar invasion in one of the old temples that had once housed a goddess. There was no goddess, and the Templars were dead, leaving only them and the Piece of Eden they would eventually bring back to their superiors. So why were they still here? Why were they fucking in a blood-coated hall that had been abandoned for centuries? Altair could think of several reasons - the best excuse was blood lust. He and Connor had both been raised in the Assassin's grip, and had come to know the beast inside of them, that shadow that was more animal than man. Desmond was a newbie, and had no such beast inside him yet.

Connor and Altair had lost themselves in the blood lust, their bodies reacting to the stimulation with almost frightening haste. If not for Desmond, they probably would have torn each other apart just to get more of the feeling. But Desmond was here, and he had made the mistake of touching them, and they in turn had pinned him down and were in the process of ripping his clothes off while they fucked him raw, the sounds coming out of the boy's mouth only urging them onwards, making them take him harder, snarling and growling like a couple of wild wolves. Even when Desmond screams, body clamping down on their cocks and driving them both to the brink they don't stop; they keep moving, keep pushing him harder into the ground, shifting positions to keep all three of them going.

It's crazy, the amount of stamina they all have. Despite the fact that they've already come twice and are working towards their third orgasm, none of them are even considering stopping. Altair has shifted Desmond between them now, and holds his hips in a merciless grip as the former bartender rides them, nails embedding themselves in Connor's back. The idea that Desmond could very well be a slut for this sort of activity fills his mind. Altair thinks back to how calm and cold Desmond seemed before, compared to how he is now, and grins, biting down on the man's shoulder.

Even if he is a slut, he is their slut; they won't share with anyone. Connor seems to know that already, dark eyes alight with a possessiveness Altair knows he shares. They won't let anyone touch Desmond after this - they'll retreat to their rooms once they give the Piece of Eden up and fuck him into a stupor, completely ruin him for anyone else that wants to have him. They'll make it so that every time Desmond looks at another man, all he sees is them. They'll have him begging and pleading in no time at all - he's already done some of that, and its done wonderful things for their imaginations.

His headset crackles to life with all the grace of a dead man flying through the air, and suddenly Malik's enraged voice fills the air between them. "God damn it Altair!"

"What's your problem now, Al-Sayf?" Altair snaps, groaning lowly as Conner shifts, slowing down the thrusts to hide what they're doing. Desmond buries his face in Altair's neck, whimpering pitifully. The man wants to turn the whimper into a full-blow cry for more, but won't, not as long as Malik is on the line.

"The problem is you! Al Mualim wants to know where you are and what's going on! You've been gone for nearly two hours now!"

Is that all? Altair stills his thrusts and receives a sharp bite to the neck from Desmond, who's starting to snarl and growl his own self. Altair feels a sense of amusement, and allows his hands to curl around the back of the boy's neck and grip, stilling him. "We had a brief problem and had to side-track. The men are dead and we're just trying to locate the Piece of Eden is all." Before he can regret it he leans down and presses his lips to Desmond's, running his tongue along the inside of his partner's mouth, mapping it out while he waits for Malik to reply.

"What do you mean, locate it? It's right there in the room with you! You're standing across from it!"

Damn. Looks like they won't be able to finish this nicely after all. Altair starts moving rapidly, putting a hand over Desmond's mouth to muffle the cry and sending a look to Connor. He nods and starts moving harder, nearly knocking them into one another in a race to the finish. It doesn't take Desmond long to come and collapse, Connor nearly on his tail. Altair bites his lip as he finally hits his peak, hands tightening on the boy's soft flesh before withdrawing. He cleans them all up as he replies to Malik. "Figures. All right, we'll get it and be out. See you back at base in a few minutes."

"Altair." Malik's serious tone stops him. Behind him Connor and Desmond pick themselves up, Desmond doing so on dangerously wobbly legs.


"Were you fucking the novice just now?!"

Altair can't help but grin at the outraged note in his friend's voice. "So what if I was?"

"You--- you were fucking the novice while I was-- wait a minute -- Connor's there with you isn't he? Goddamn it you two! What have I told you about fucking the novices?"

Altair rolls his eyes and cuts the transmission there, knowing he'll get a lecture when they return to base. Connor helps Desmond into the seat, Altair retrieves the Piece and tucks it away before hopping into the driver's seat of the waiting vehicle, glancing back at the rearview mirror. Even from here, he can see the bright red marks on Desmond's neck, and feels a swell of pride. The other's gaze meets his, and he can see the needy desire in them. He smirks. Slut indeed.

"When we get back to base, you two are to report to my room immediately. Is that understood?" He smirks when he gets two burning looks in reply, and they set off back towards home, the evening looking far better than before.


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(Anonymous) 2013-02-22 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Desmond finds himself living with his ancestors and their friends--Altair, Ezio, Malik, Connor, Leo, etc.--and life is good; however, Desmond finds himself looking for Shaun, who is strangely not around and cannot be found. In the end he realize that this is his mind, after he had been...electrified? Juno, and his body is either dead or a vegetable; Shaun's not here because Shaun's not dead. Or, Desmond doesn't realize and we, the readers, realize it.

Dear Kink Meme, where is all the Charles Lee love?

(Anonymous) 2013-02-22 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
It's hard to find a Charles Lee filled prompt, so anon who is having a very bad flu-filled week, would like to see Charles Lee and...anyone! Hickey, Johnson, Connor, Haytham, Pitcairn, anyone will do.

Or hell. Even Charles with all his Templar bro's. Maybe an Orgy for an initiation. Or whatever. So please please, kink meme. Give me some Charles Love.

OP's oTP is Charles/Haytham.

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(Anonymous) 2013-02-22 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Seconded! Poor Charles, this kink meme could totally use more fills of Charles getting some loving. I'll be stalking this!

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Haytham/Charles: The Fox and the Hound [1/1]

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Connor & Haytham, pleasuring the King

(Anonymous) 2013-02-22 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Inspiration, this picture: (NSFW, account needed to view)

(Image description: shirtless Connor and hatless Haytham, shown from chest up. They are kneeling in front of King Washington, who is sitting on his throne and is fully clothed, shown from waist up. King Washington is holding Connor's jaw, and it is heavily implied that Haytham has just finished performing fellatio on King Washington.)

So yeah. King Washington and his favourite instruments of pleasure. Please?

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(Anonymous) 2013-02-22 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
All of Dokyakutu's art should come with a fic. Seconded.

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Connor & Haytham, pleasuring the King (part 6)

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Desmond's leap of doom.

(Anonymous) 2013-02-22 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
So. I was thinking.

We all know of the Leap of Faith, in which you jump off of a high tower/building/tree/redcoat...whatever, and you land in a haystack (or petals cart for our precious Ezio).

But...There is no pile of hay in the cities anymore for our Desmond. And what is the most look alike thing, you wonder ?



Tl;dr : It's no fun being a modern Assassin. Desmond is not amused.

FILL: Dumpster Diving 1/1

(Anonymous) 2013-02-23 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
After his initial Leap of Faith in the villa following Ezio's ghost (he preferred not to call them visions because he was NOT crazy), Desmond did his best to stay away from any sort large buildings that he would have to plummet down from. Of course, it was easier said than done, especially since Rebecca, Shaun and his father had heard of his spectacular performance and passed it on down the Assassin grapevine. Now suddenly everyone wanted to see how a Leap was performed, especially those few young novices that thought they were better than Desmond, and that his Leap had been a lie or some trick of the eyes.

Desmond didn't bother rising to the bait. He also didn't answer the older assassins questions of why he didn't perform it again. They would find out in their own time that very few people used hay anymore - meaning their 'perfect landing spot' had been taken away. There was only one thing that looked even close to the piles of hay, and those were the numerous dumpsters scattered across the cities.

But he didn't tell the novices that. After all, they had to know because they were sooo much better than he was. To his smug satisfaction, he was asked to take the small group of boys they had out and have them perform the initiation art. Keeping his hood up, he held back a smile as he observed the boys swagger along, as if they thought they knew it all. Chuckling softly, he led them to the dive point.

Of course, one of them had to state the obvious. "Hey, there's no hay, what gives?!"

Desmond allowed his grin to break forth then. "Oh, you mean you don't know? Well then boys, allow me to enlighten you. Nobody uses hay anymore, so the object you'll NOW be diving into is... anybody got a guess?" When the rest of the novices looked over the side the building, eyes widening, he allowed them an answer. "That's right! Dumpsters! So, who wants to go first?"

Needless to say, none of them were willing to go out on the limb and even try. A few looked nausious at the idea of falling into a pile of trash. Not that Desmond blamed them - he'd spent many nights out on the town (without the Order's notice, of course) picking trash out of his hood and off his jeans. A shower was almost always required. He'd learned some tricks since then, and picked up a few articles of clothing that made the landing easier, but it still took some work.

One of the braver novices glared at him. "You can't expect us to do this."

Desmond shrugged. "You're right; I don't expect you to do anything. Why? Because you're novices - all bark and no bite. If it helps any, I've done it before. Numerous times in fact." The cheeky grin he shot at them probably wasn't helping, but he was long past caring. The world was going to burn around his ears, and everyone expected him to save it - again. Fuck them. If they wanted him to be a good little dog and save them, then they'd have to learn to deal with his teeth and his temper, not to mention the various voices inside his head.

"Then why don't you do it again, if you're so great?" The same novice shot back, crossing long arms over his chest. Desmond rolled his eyes. He could feel Malik screaming obscenities in his head.

"Because I've already made my Leap; as far as the Brotherhood is concerned, I'm a part of the working machine. You all, on the other hand, are all baby cogs that need to be examined before you can be added into it. So what'll it be? Jump," he gestured to the area behind him, and in a split second later had his hidden blade out and pointed at the jugular of the foremost novice, "or lose your life?"

The boy went white as a sheet, the rest backing up and falling over themselves. "You can't do that!" One yelled. Desmond gave them a cold glare.

"If you don't jump, you don't graduate. Meaning you're dead weight. Didn't the Order teach you anything? We've got few enough numbers as is; we don't need some brats coming along thinking that they're entitled to safety when they don't pull their own weight. So make your choice. Either you perform the Leap into the dumpster, or I let my blade speak for the Order. Your choice."

The threat was clearly working. A few of the smaller novices were glancing between him and the older ones, weighing their chances. At long last one scooted forward and peered over the side, worrying his lower lip. Desmond didn't move. The boy took a deep, shaky breath, stepped up to the edge and jumped. Desmond heard the scream of the eagle, and a few seconds later the muted 'thump' of the boy hitting the trash inside the dumpster.

It was an easy matter after that. The younger ones were surprisingly the braver ones, performing the Leap without much help. The older ones eventually gave way, although they glared at Desmond as if he were the reason for this personal insult. He merely rolled his eyes. Novices thought they knew so damn much. They were lucky they couldn't understand Arabic, or Malik would have given them what for.

When they returned to the Hideout he was pounced on by the adults, who wanted to know why the novices smelt so bad. He gave them the same cool look Ezio had given to so many young souls before answering. "What, didn't anyone tell you that people don't use hay anymore? The dumpsters are the best thing we've got. They made the jump though, so no need to thank me."

He grinned as he stalked off towards his room, leaving a group of dumbstruck adults behind. That'd show em.

This started off centering around Desmond and it kind of... spiraled. Sorry?

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Washington/Ziio (The Infamy Spoilers)

(Anonymous) 2013-02-23 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
All right, so King George/Ziio is my new crack pairing. The first mission gave me Hunchback of Notre Dame vibes since Washington was willing to burn down the frontier just to find Ziio. Anyway...

Ziio isn't actually dead and Washington finds that he's strangely glad to hear the news. Cue another relentless pursuit of her that doesn't end with trying to kill her.

Passerby anon

(Anonymous) 2013-02-23 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
And then Connor finds out about it and goes all 'overprotective son' on Washington, because he still remembers Haytham and dammit why can't his parents be together in this lifetime. ;_;

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Ezio/Leo Omegaverse - anything goes

(Anonymous) 2013-02-23 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, so I have seen Haytham/Connor and Altair/Malik omega!verses but I have never seen one for Ezio/Leo. I will always have a weak-spot for the two and would love to see them in this sort of setting. It can be period appropriate or modern AU. Hell, throw in Cesare if you want. Or add the rest of the gang. I just was some angsty dark sex with Ezio as an alpha. If this gets filled, you have made the day of a flu-ridden girl. Not to guilt anyone of course...

Minifill of fail

(Anonymous) 2013-02-24 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
It's hot and heavy and everything that Leonardo wants. It's just too bad that this will be the last time in a long time to get it. The artist hums around the swollen cock in his mouth and when Ezio grips his hair he lets out a moan.

"Remember..." The assassin growls, "When you approach Cesare, you're mine, yes? Only mine."

Leonardo had planned it a few months ago. Working for Cesare would give Ezio an insight to the Templar's activities that no other assassin could ever obtained. At first Ezio forbade it, the idea of endangering Leonardo like that would drive him insane but the engineer's persistence eventually gave way.

Here, with their last night together in who knows how long, the man from Vinci gives the Florentine whatever he desires just to keep him from forgetting that Ezio will always be his alpha. No matter how far apart, no matter for how long, Ezio is the one he chose, the one that stole his heart.

Gentle lips slip off of Ezio's cock and Leonardo lays back on the bed spreading his legs willingly. The sex soothes in the anger in Ezio's soul but not the fear. The idea that he's willingly giving Borgia his engineer, his artist, his lover, still kills him inside.

"Yours," Leonardo whispers into the shell of Ezio's ear, "Always yours. Yours to command, yours to obey. I-" There's a grunt as he feels the Auditore push in, "I will not fail you. I will be faithful to you, even into death. Please, let me serve you."


A couple of years later Ezio watches from the shadows of Rome. His hand grips on his sword so tightly that his fingers are turning white. Cesare Borgia is meeting the Pope accompanied by the pearl of Italy's crown: Leonardo per Piero da Vinci. It's only La Volpe's voice which keeps Ezio from leaping down and ripping the collar featuring a cross patteé.

"Everything is in place. It has just as Leonardo said it would be."

Ezio smiles. Soon. Very very soon Borgia will be at his blade and Da Vinci at his feet.

((This minifill has been brought to you by 'I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing this came to me on a whim'. I hope it helps. Having the flu sucks.))

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Enraged Ezio

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Within the Brotherhood, no novice has ever seen the true predator within Ezio - the one that was birthed from the hanging of his family. The one that only comes out when someone he loves is in mortal danger.

Four new young novices are heading back to the Hideout after completing a group mission. They get caught by a group of wayward Templars, who haul them back to the dungeons for interrogation and torture. Cesare decides, in that sick, twisted way of his, that the best way to hurt the Brotherhood's Master Assassin is to hang the four.

Ezio rarely loses his temper. But when he hears about the to-be hanging of his four "children" he snaps. After all, he's already lost one family to the noose; he won't lose another.

Enraged!Ezio, with a side of protective/possessive Master Assassin. And if he gets the group back home and proceeds to fuss and snuggle the fuck out of them until he feels better, this plate of fresh-out-of-the-oven chocolate chip cookies are yours. If you make it so that the novices are clingy, too frightened after their ordeal to mind it, then you get one free 'take over the world' card.

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Oh god, this anon already has so many things to do, but who could resist Papa Ezio? Not claiming since I don't know timewise, but I will probably end up doublefilling this a bit later if someone else decides to do it.

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Charles and his Pups

(Anonymous) 2013-02-23 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
You know what I really missed in AC3? Spado, Charles' black Pomeranian. I mean, that dog went everywhere with him, including military missions. I think Ubisoft let a great opportunity go by when they didn't have Haytham running around with Charles following him and Spado following Charles.

So yeah, anything with Spado and Charles as long as it's fluffy and sweet.

Charles Lee + Haytham: The Small Things In Life [1/1]

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“Goddamn- Lee! Did y’train that ugly mop to be always in the way?!”

Thomas Hickey caught himself and gave a couple more colourful curses for good measure before he fell into his chair. Down on the floor, the black bundle of hair he’d stumbled over gave an indignant whimper.

“Maybe you would be able to walk straight if you were not always drunk. Stop kicking my dog.”

“I ain’t kicking, it gets in my feet!”

As usual, initiate Charles Lee leaned in the corner, a ways away from all conversations that happened around the Green Dragon’s Templar table. He had taken to the spot with a patience that belied the occassional sharp outbursts Haytham had witnessed (usually provoked by Hickey).

With him, as always, was Spado. Spado was a dog. It was not all that unusual for a military man to take a liking to dogs, Haytham thought. They were fighters and loyal to the very marrow of their bones. A good symbol to parade around camp and get portraits taken with. Most military men Haytham knew chose a fierce gundog or a large steady breed that moved like a quiet shadow at its owner’s heels.

“You run into him on purpose!”

From what he could tell after their brief acquaintance of a few weeks, yes, Charles liked those dogs, too. When Haytham had left him waiting someplace or other, it didn’t surprise him anymore to find, upon his return, that Charles had often made friends with a stray or even a guard’s dog, its owner standing nearby trying to find out how their slobbering death dealer with fur and teeth had regressed to the state of tail-wagging puppy under Charles’ hand.

However, the dog that Charles Lee apparently felt was the one he should be seen with wherever he turned up was a black Pomeranian about the height of a big cat, but twice the size thanks to its shaggy fur.

“Maybe if you’d get a cur that’s a little bigger than some horse droppings, I wouldn’t be stumbling over the bleedin’ thing!”

Charles straightened, his shoulders set as he opened his mouth for the next round, and Hickey kicked his feet off the table.

Haytham slammed his mug down. It got their attention.

“Peace, gentlemen. A dog of that size shouldn’t be able to cause this much trouble.”

As he’d expected, Charles obediently bowed his head. Hickey muttered something too slurred to understand, which Haytham chose to let go.

Spado was retrieved from the ground and hoisted up into Charles’ arms as the young man turned to the stairs once more. It left the dog with its tiny paws on Charles’ shoulder, staring at Haytham with big black eyes, its tongue hanging out of its mouth. For the rest of the evening, Haytham gave his very best to ignore the attentive canine gaze.


“Where is Spado?”

As Spado had accompanied them to the mercenary compound to retrieve Johnson’s research, Haytham had thought it an odd one-time occurence. When Spado went to look for Church with them, Haytham had complained, but soon found it was the one point in which Charles would not budge to his opinion. By the time Spado came to free Pitcairn, Haytham had given up on trying to change Lee’s mind.

Now he was at the point where the lack of a small black animal bouncing somewhere in the vicinity of Charles’ feet felt wrong. Besides, he had gotten used to the yappy little beast jumping up his leather boots when they met. Spado liked him as much as his master seemed to.

Charles looked at Haytham and smiled slightly,

“I could hardly take him if we plan to infiltrate Silas Thatcher’s base, Sir. I might have met some of the men there before, and while I can't imagine they would be able to recall my face, Spado is easy to recognise. There are not many dogs like him around camps.”

“That much is true,” Haytham conceeded. “I always meant to ask, Charles – why this dog? Wouldn’t something a little more,” he gestured vaguely, “impressive be more appropriate?”

“On the contrary. Since he’s so small, he can even ride with me in my saddle when he comes on military missions. He also doesn’t upset the horses.”

Haytham’s brows shot up.

“He went to battle with you?”

“He goes everywhere I go. Most everywhere,” Charles corrected himself. “I don’t want to get him, or us, in trouble.”

Haytham shook his head. “Well, I suppose he has never been in the way. As long as you keep using your head as to where you bring him, it shouldn’t be a problem. Now, let’s see where this convoy is...”


He had not liked it – he could not enjoy putting the blade to the throat of a man who had fought by his side for years and perhaps it was better that way. Still, killing Braddock was a deed long overdue and when Haytham raised out of the swamp, hands dripping of water and blood, he slipped the ring into his pocket, already knowing he’d soon put it on the finger of a man more deserving.

Melancholy kept him a moment longer as he looked at a face that, in times long past, had been a welcome sight. It confounded him that he had been able to misjudge the man so gravely. Could such cruelty as he had shown really develop in an adult man or was he simply good at hiding?

The question moved somewhat to the back of Haytham’s mind when a bullet hit the ground an inch to the left of his feet.

Three men had followed them on their breakneck chase. Two were dispatched easily enough once Haytham had his sword in hand. However, one was a grenadier and, to Haytham’s distress, not just a big buffoon that had been handed an appropriately heavy axe, as some of them. His slashes were quick and precise and every offensive strike he blocked with vexing ease. When Haytham tripped backwards, landing on his behind, he grabbed his sword with one hand by the handle and supported the flat of it with the other palm to create a small but hopefully sufficient shield from the man's next blow. It saved his life, but the sword shattered on impact, leaving Haytham with the hilt and broken blade.

The grenadier’s face pulled into a grin full of bloodlust. Again he lifted his axe while Haytham tried to somehow scramble backwards and onto his feet at once.

Something small and dark shot out of the underbrush, muddy water spraying everywhere as it ran. A second later, the grenadier’s leg, only covered in thin black trousers thanks to his chosen outfit of plaid skirt, was beset by the animal. There was a growl and a flash of teeth. With a pained scream, he grabbed the ball of fur and threw it against a tree trunk.

The moment of distraction was all Haytham needed. Before his arm had come down again from the throw he was on the grenadier, opening his throat with his hidden blade. Gurgling, the soldier went down to suffocate on a mix of swamp water and his own blood.

Haytham looked over to his saviour. By the tree, dazed from its head meeting the wood, stood a little black dog. It had a bloody snout and swayed back and forth, its short legs submerged all the way in water. When it spotted Haytham, it gave a happy bark.

Haytham fled the scene with Spado under his arm, wrapped securely in Haytham’s cape.


“May the Father of Understanding guide us.”

Charles’ solemn expression broke into a heartfelt smile before he had finished the oath. Grabbing his shoulders once more, Haytham nodded his head.

“Welcome to our Order, brother.”

The disappointment over the alleged precursor cave seemed faint as he looked upon Charles’ face. Despite all, his time in the colonies had not been wasted. There were capable, smart men here, the sort that would strengthen the Templar cause and help build a new world order, with or without the help of those that walked the earth before.

“It’s an honour, Sir.”

“Likewise. Now!” He slapped his shoulders before he let go. “I have a present for you. If you would follow me?”

Curious, Charles cocked his head as he agreed. His gaze grew more confused when Haytham led him to the closed door of his room. He might have seen the small woollen parcel Haytham had carried in and left there upon his return, before he rejoined his colleagues at the table.

“To be true, it is already yours. I am just returning it.”

Haytham opened the door. Curled on his pillow laid Spado, one little leg wrapped in a bandage a doctor had applied on Haytham’s sharp insistence. His ears pricked up at the sound of the door. When he spotted his owner, he was on his paws faster than lightning, hobbling towards him with excited woofing.

Charles made a sound somewhere between shout and laugh as he dropped to one knee, grabbing the small dog and closing his arms around him.

“Spado!” He looked up. “Where did you find him, Sir?! I thought he was lost!”

Spado licked Lee’s face and sniffed his hands, his nose pressing against the ring for a moment.

“Not at all. He had gone off looking for me, it seems.” When Charles rose to his feet, Haytham reached forward and scratched Spado behind the ears. “And not a moment too late.”

“What do you mean, Sir?”

“Your Spado valiantly embedded his fangs in the leg of one of Braddock’s grenadiers who was about to make me one head shorter. That’s how he earned this war wound.” Haytham raised a brow. “It bought me enough time to finish him. On that note, remind me to hit Mister Hickey over the head the next time he makes a comment about your dog.”

“Gladly, Sir,” Charles said, his voice still playful and light with joy.

“I was surprised you brought him at all, though. You knew were going to cause quite some chaos...”

“As you see, he knows how to handle himself. Although he usually just hides and rejoins me later.” Charles chuckled. “I planned to leave him, actually. But Braddock made a comment about him just the morning we began on the journey and I feared if I left him behind, he might notice I expect trouble. Likely it wouldn’t have been a problem, but I didn’t want to risk raising any suspicions, Sir.”

“Well, if you had left him, I might be food for the worms. If I plan another attack on a general, we will definitely take your little hound as a secret weapon. I can guarantee they will not see it coming.”

Spado barked in agreement and lapped at Haytham’s fingers as the men laughed.


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please anyone write ALPHA Malik and OMEGA Altair I would love you forever


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Dealing with grief.

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This fill should do you well: If that link doesn't work, it's on page 7 of the part 4 of the Kink Meme, near the center of the page.

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The Brainwashing of Cesare Borgia

(Anonymous) 2013-02-24 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
Long prompt is long and au-ish. Ages are different than canon. Please be aware.

Cesare grew up believing that someday he would rule Rome and its people, never knowing that his father had already chosen Juan as its leader, and that he himself was nothing but a 'spare' to be tossed aside at any given time. One day when Cesare is still a fairly young man (16-17), Rodrigo gives Cesare the job to go out and kill a man - one Ezio Auditore, who has already lost his family to Rodrigo. Unbeknownst to Cesare, Ezio hates the Borgia family and will do everything within his power to see them dead - or worst.

Cesare gets as far as flinging the dagger at Ezio before the older man (25-30) pins him and demands to know who he is and who sent him. Cesare explains his orders and Ezio laughs because he knows Cesare isn't even aware of the crimes the Borgia has committed against the Auditores, or why he has to kill Ezio. He's just the spare, following orders. So Ezio lets him live, but not before telling him that if there comes a time when he needs help, all he has to do is whistle and Ezio will be there for him. Cesare scoffs at this and leaves.

When Cesare gets back, his father is furious and throws him in the dungeon for "treason" against his family. He coldly informs his son that he never intended for Cesare to rule, and that tomorrow morning he will hang him for going against his orders. Cesare is in shock, and remembers what the man who was supposed to be his target told him. He whistles, and Ezio leaps down and frees him before offering him a choice. He can flee the Borgia estate and go into exile, or he can come with Ezio and start a new life with the Assassins and the Brotherhood.

Cesare picks the Brotherhood. Ezio then puts his plan into action - raising Cesare to think that Assassins are the good guys, and the Templars (and subsequently the Borgia) are all scum.

So basically: older!Ezio saves younger!Cesare from execution; Cesare joins the Assassins and Ezio takes him under his wing before brainwashing the boy into believing that Assassins are good and Templars are evil on legs.

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I need this in my life. Need it like air and caffeine. Someone fill, pretty please?

Prison Sex

(Anonymous) 2013-02-24 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sure we all remember Mason, the guy who you get the fake prison key from, in ACIII?

Let's have some Connor/Mason (or Mason/Connor, whichever is fine) hot, dirty prison sex

Optional Objectives:

+ if they are trying not to get caught by hallmoniter guards
+ if the Top keeps fucking them while the other attempts silence (success is up to you)
+ Hickey hears them from above and jacks off to it


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Spoilers for the new DLC, apologies!


So I'm really hoping for an AU where Connor wakes up in the AU world, and he finds not only his mother alive, but also his father. And on top of that, Haytham is still with Ziio.

Just, some family fluff, bonding, and topping it off with some ass-kicking or something.

Think happy! Maybe even H/C, but I'd really like a happy ending.

/fingers crossed

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Haytham and Ziio together, yes.

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Final Fantasy Crossover?

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Who ends up being who? Here are some ideas:

* Is Desmond the amnesiac SOLDIER helping a resistance group fight against an evil, worldwide corporation killing the world? (FF7 - Probably the easiest crossover, tbh).

* Is Desmond (or whoever) a kid in the present wishing and dreaming of a different life? And when sucked into an ancient text and given that opportunity, does he stay w/ his new friends or try to go home? (FFTA - all my love if anyone does this. And internets, cookies, and first borns. No, I'm not obsessed w/ the game...)

* Is Altair an orphan who is forced from the life he's known, because he pulled a damn rusty sword out of a stone? Maria, a noble who's running from an arranged marriage, that he slowly falls for? Malik is following/stalking him b/c he nearly killed him/his brother after being shot out of a cannon trying to get across continents quickly?? (Secret of Mana/Seiken Densetsu 2 - Turned cracky w/ that last bit. :D)

* Are they on the verge in a civil war/revolution and one (Altair/Desmond/Ezio/Connor) is revealed to be chosen by the Heavens to find the 108 Stars of Destiny and turn the tide of the war? (Suikoden series - kinda fits w/ the AC series already from Brotherhood on. Recruits and all that.)

Or any JRPG/RPG crossover you want! Go for serious or crack, just have fun! :D All pairings welcome, I seriously have no preference (though extra love will be given if you hit on any OTP.)

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Also kinda posting this b/c I have a FF6/AC fusion idea, and I wanted to share it here....that's allowed, right?

Temp-Fill - Summoner (Other fills would be awesome!)

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Haytham/Connor, shame, ust, rough sex, (daddykink)

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I'd really like a fill focusing on them trying to deal with the fact that they have an incestuous, hugely taboo relationship. They meet and become closer as they work together and spend time together, but that is not the closeness between father and son and they both know it. Huge amounts of guilty, shameful ust where both are trying to ignore their growing desire but it doesn't really work, lots of long, meaningful looks and even longer, lingering touches that look innocent to outsiders but drive both of them crazy, crowding each other's personal space until the tension between them is so thick one could cut it with a knife, almost kisses, etc.etc. What they want is inappropriate, bad, wrong and could land them both into a huge amount of trouble should they act on it and if someone found out - even their own allies - but they can't help the way they feel. Finally something happens and one of them snaps (preferably Connor, but it's ultimately up to potential fill anon) and jumps the other - rough, desperate sex ensues. Bonus points for:

-Should Connor be the one to press the issue Haytham is terribly reluctant but eventually really gets into it and fucks Connor till the latter screams

-Potential daddykink

-After the sex Connor curls up in Haytham's embrace and falls asleep and Haytham actually feeling guilty for a change, feeling that was one line he shouldn't have crossed and actually feeling like he failed Connor, but at the same time feeling unexpected amount of tenderness as he watches him sleep

-In the morning Connor wakes up and he's actually happy and Haytham decides that's a line he'd be crossing again. And plenty of times. :D

-Morning after round two but with slow, sleepy, tender sex this time around.

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I'm so compelled to fill this but I'm already so busy filling 3 others so I'm just going to second it instead but I just might fill this if no one else goes for it.

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Perhaps it is time you do something for me.

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So I was going through the last few pages and have seen a lot of prompts for Connor blowing other people *cough*haytham*cough* and thought to myself maybe it's time Connor gets something, I mean what goes around comes around, right?

So! I would like to see Connor getting a blow job from Haytham, because hey, he has to get something for doing all the dirty work for him.

Bonus points:

+50 ~ Haytham is backed into a corner and doesn't have a whole lot of options other than to bend to Connor's will.
+100 ~ Connor points out that he should get something in exchange for everything he's done for Haytham.
+150 ~ Connor throws all caution to the wind and just takes what he wants. (if you know what i mean)
+200 ~ Haytham gets turned on by sucking his son off and is a little mad at himself.

It's all up to the writer anon, the bonus's are just suggestions, feel free to take it in any direction you see fit!

~ B

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Malik/M!Novice/Altair sandwich

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Malik and Altair are always open to new things if said new things is a novice, all the better

double penetration
light bondage

i don't like
bathroom stuff
and blood-play

Haytham/Charles, 69-ing

(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
Haven't seen anything like this prompted here before.

Actually, pretty much any pairing will do, I just have a soft spot for the Big Bads of ACIII.

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Don't look! Don't look!

Spoilers in white below:

Fill: Rise 1/1 (spoilers for tToKW and tw: gore)

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Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. Ratonhnhaké:ton dropped the ceremonial cup, body trembling as he retched out the tea. That could not have helped with initiating the Sky World journey, and he thought, for a moment before another lash of pain rips across his back, that his mother was right and that the tea was too powerful an amplifier for him. Haytham had been a man of violence and Ratonhnhaké:ton couldn't ignore his place as an assassin in his other world. He too was accustomed to warm blood spilling over his hands and the thought of that gave him a jolt of pleasure. Almost immediately disgust washed it away.

At least this pain reassured him that he was not dreaming, for he did not think it possible to feel such vivid detail in a dream. Ratonhnhaké:ton screamed, hoped that his brother was still nearby, hoped that this awful cry would alert him that something was wrong, and he needed help. Nobody came. Finally Ratonhnhaké:ton gave in; collapsing next to his bile, the warmth of the fire too hot yet the snow too icy on his skin, a fever grasping him and shaking him violently. His hood felt too tight, his trousers were itching and the world burst into fragments, mirrored shards crashing around him.

The Sky World. He'd made it. Ratonhnhaké:ton started as grey bodies jumped over him, fur brushing his face, excited yips and barks starting up as they circled him. Thankfully the agony had dulled, left behind in the real world, but it hadn't disappeared entirely. Now that it wasn't tearing him apart, Ratonhnhaké:ton could feel his mouth hurting, and he was horrified to spit out four pearly white teeth and tongued the gaps left. More pain erupted from his tailbone and head, but the wolves were beckoning and he wanted to play-hunt-kill, and he was on all fours and he was howling, howling, howling. And his fingers and feet had claws, he could feel them tearing the soft leather of his boots, and he wanted to stand but he couldn't and there was a heartbeat -

Thump, thump, thump.

He felt his own quicken, the pain forgotten. His brothers and sisters were sniffing now, their soft paws sinking into the snow. The scent of food was strong. He was hungry. They pointed their noses ahead.

(Ahead, brother-father-lover-son)

(Alpha, we have been waiting)

Ratonhnhaké:ton fell into place. The snow was crunchy under his paws and they taught him how to fly across it, barely breaking the surface.

Thump, thump, thump.

The scent was good and they taught him to press his muzzle against the track.

Thump, thump, thump.

The horned-giant was frightened and they taught him to chase it.

Thump, thump, thump.

The horned-giant was trapped and they taught him how to use his sharp teeth to rip out its throat.

The heartbeat had stopped and the warm blood spilled into Ratonhnhaké:ton's mouth.

(What do you feel?)


Ratonhnhaké:ton reeled back with a too-full belly, curling into the snow as his brothers-sisters-fathers-mothers-lovers-children ate their fill of the hunt. The horned-giant shrank, he felt bigger, weaker, sick, human. They turned to him and jumped, their bodies changing to spirits, merging with his flesh, and he gasped and shouted as the world was both too bright and too dark, eyes burning, blood on fire.

His muscles, which had softened during his recovery, clenched and tore, rapidly rebuilding themselves, restoring him. The meat was digesting at hyperspeed, providing nutrients and strength, excess fat on his body being stripped away, his waistband not cutting against his flesh any longer. 

He ached - one big ball of bruises - as the light flickered and died, and the shattered Sky World shoved him onto his back, his hood returning as the real world reclaimed his body. Ratonhnhaké:ton slowly rolled onto his side, then pushed onto his knees, staring at the dead, mostly eaten elk beside him and the wolves chewing on the remains, ignoring him. Then he looked at himself and almost recoiled in shock. The aches and bruises were indeed from his body pulling itself back to peak within a matter of moments. Ratonhnhaké:ton placed a hand against his stomach - empty - and felt his body breathing, rippling like a well oiled machine. His nails were longer, not his claws but close. His mouth felt fine until he saw the meat and hunger dominated him, the wolves growling as he approached them, and he snarled back, opening his mouth to bare his teeth. Tearing the meat easily with the fangs, paws on the soft fur of the horned-giant -

- Ratonhnhaké:ton spat the meat out, stared at the nails that had become claws and stuck a finger into his mouth, trying to wriggle one of the sharp canines that were threatening to puncture his lips. He pushed himself to his feet, stumbled and resisted the desire to walk on all fours. He wobbled, swaying forward, but a tail straightened and balanced him. Knocking his hood off, he felt his ears - pointed, silky, laying flat against his head, twitching up and around, listening.

This wasn't supposed to happen. It had never happened before.

"What have we got here, then?"

Ratonhnhaké:ton blinked and looked to the voice, a bluecoat hunting, then to his hands. The claws were gone, as were the teeth, ears and tail. He sighed - he was just hallucinating - and easily snatched and shot the bluecoat when the bayonet lightly prodded him, scratching his chest.

The clan. They were in danger. If one bluecoat was this close, then others would be around. As he ran, Ratonhnhaké:ton failed to question how he'd known precisely where he was upon waking and why the wound on his chest was gone.

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haha how do i even explain this with a title

(whispers that she is a long-time lurker but a first-time poster so please go easy on her umu)

Desmond is a bartender at this pretty nice restaurant (pretty sure restaurants have bartendters wtf) and Clay is a waiter and they're like best buddies!! Then one day a very attractive, very sassy cutie comes in (Shaun) and Desmond kind of finds himself falling all over himself because Shaun is so damn attractive; Clay seems to think so too (but is considerably less of a dork about it) cue both of them trying to get his number before he leaves the restaurant.


- Clay and Desmond are around the same age, but since Clay has worked there longer he takes to calling Desmond 'kid'
- Clay complains about how he gets shitty tips (but Desmond gets pretty good ones because he does cool stuff when he bartends, like throwing up bottles and whatever)
- Desmond spills a drink on himself as he's ogling Shaun (what a nerd)
- If you can work in Desmond generally being a loveable goof and Clay generally being a smarmy cryptic ass (but still somewhat loveable) that would be FANTASTIC~

i don't care who winds up getting Shaun's number (or if they even get his number at all) i just want to see two losers trying their hardest to court a cutie instead of actually working heh

it would be so so cool if one of you anons could ease my sore throat with a cute fic!! (ps i wrote this on my phone so im sorry for any mistakes umu) take care~

OP forgot something!!

(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
if someone winds up filling this it is crucial that Clay wears a bowtie as part of his waiter attire ok thank you /runs away

An interesting factoid about penises

(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
While researching sex in the ocean, this little anon came across an interesting fact:

"Psychological stress also involves the sympathetic nervous system, and stress has the same effect as a cold shower, Montague says. When you're relaxed and feeling well, your flaccid penis looks bigger than when you're stressed out."

Take that as you will.

Re: An interesting factoid about penises

(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
And because anon likes to have sources for this sort of thing, have the whole article. (

(Anonymous) 2013-02-26 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
anon would like something based off of this Image very much.

Maybe Haytham ended up winning the fight at Fort George and kept him in hiding until the Templars won control completely and presented him as a prize to Charles now that Charles is to be the leader of the new country. Haytham and Charles might've already been in a preeatablished d/s relationship and is quite willing to go along with whatever Charles wants, even if it means being kept on a leash like one of Charles' dogs, and helps train Connor into being a good "dog" too. Obviously Haytham would always be Charles' favorite and gets special attention.

um yes this pls?

(Anonymous) 2013-02-26 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
any anons able to do this? i am a shite writer or i'd try my hand at this prompt

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