Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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✩ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

✩ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.

✩ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.

✩ The fill/request doesn't necessarily need to be smut.

✩ Don't flame, if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything.

✩ Have a question? Feel free to PM me.

✩ Last, but not least: HAVE FUN!

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William Johnson/Thomas Hickey - thomas in a redcoat

[(Anonymous)]

So Thomas cleans up really nicely in that redcoat uniform, and William definitely enjoys the look on him.

Bonus points if there's reverse striptease going on and/or William helps Thomas into the uniform. Extra bonus points if they have a casual D/s relationship. :>

Seconding!

[(Anonymous)]

Unf. Yes.

Charles, you backstabber!

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, so when I first started playing AC3, I thought Haytham, was an assassin (as I'm sure most all of us did). And when I met Charles Lee, I knew there would be trouble because early interviews for AC3 had pinned Charles as the enemy.
So every time I saw Charles, I was wary of him because I thought he'd kill me. Why else would Connor hate Charles Lee so much?!

So anon wants a fic where Haytham is a true-blue assassin who does not know the man he is trying to recruit is a Templar who's plotting to kill him!

Hurt/comfort, pairings, het, yaoi, whatever the author wants.
Does Charles succeed? Does he fail?

Charles/Haytham preslash?

[(Anonymous)]

Haytham on his missions with Charles uses whatever opportunity he can to let Charles employ his violent streak.

Command 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

I'm not sure if this is what you wanted, anon, but I hope you enjoy regardless.

There are several things Haytham likes about Charles.

The first are his manners. He is impeccably polite, his voice and posture always deeply respectful... well, except for where Hickey is concerned. To Haytham, however, his behaviour is outright worshipful, as though he is constantly in awe of the man he serves. 'Tis nice, certainly, but Haytham is merely a man, capable of making mistakes, imperfect.

Secondly, the man is efficient and helpful, and would be an excellent addition to the Order. Many a time has he offered an ingenious suggestion to Haytham, and in his quick thinking in more than a few tricky situations he has helped further the goals of the Order more than ever expected. Haytham shall need to thank him most thoroughly at some point in the near future.

Thirdly, he is Haytham's to command. With but a small nod, a minute gesture, a short phrase, Charles easily dispatches enemies, lies convincingly, steals undetected. Haytham cannot help but wonder how far that loyalty extends. Certainly, he would murder and torture with no justification other than "Charles, would you please?" from Haytham's own lips needed. But would he obey an order to stay still while Haytham's lips and tongue caress his own? Would he sink to his knees and mouth at his breeches with a certain dark glance? Would he spread his legs eagerly with but a single syllable, "now"?

No, this is not the time for such thoughts. Haytham blinks, and shakes his head. He needs to concentrate, to have these new soldiers taken out before they can raise the alarm at the sight of the dead soldiers around the corner. He glances to the alcove Charles is hidden in and gives a low whistle. Haytham's shoulder is still healing from an incident the week before- all Hickey's fault- else he'd be doing this alone.

"Did you hear that?" the soldier on the left asks.

"Hear what?" the soldier on the right replies.

Those are their last words. Charles slices their throats open before they can even turn around, and Haytham steps out of the shadows, smiling.

"Thank you," he says. "That was very well done. Now, let us find the maps."

Charles nods, barely able to keep the delight at such high praise from the mouth of his mentor from his face. He follows just a few steps behind, silently, and when Haytham gestures, he vaults over the short fence they pause at. The fight is short but brutal, and as much as Haytham wants to watch Charles' swift fighting style in action, he needs to use this opportunity to sneak past this gaggle of guards and into the building just across the courtyard.

With one last glance back at Charles, savagely elbowing one poor sod in the nose as two more try to grab him, Haytham ducks into the dark hallway, and makes his way to where Hickey thinks the study is. He hears yelps of pain, and soft thuds, crunching noises and gasps. Clearly Charles is being quite creative today. A pity he can't sit and watch the spectacle, they need to be in and out as quickly as possible.

It takes a mere five minutes to locate the room, find the papers, and re-enter the courtyard. Charles has take the liberty of piling the bodies in various hiding spots: a shrub, two haycarts, an alley overgrown with grass and weeds. He handles the men with care, even those that are dead. There is something graceful in that, Haytham thinks.

Charles is so engrossed in this activity that he does not realise Haytham is behind him until he speaks.

"Thank you," Haytham says, flourishing the papers so that Charles spots them as soon as he glances up in shock. "That was excellent thinking. Let's be off."

"Yes, sir," Charles replies, trying not to smile.

Haytham wonders if it's worth leaving via the other entrance to the fort, so as to watch Charles properly as he twists and stabs and deflects in a flurry of elegant movements. He decides against it. Too many questions. The man may realise what Haytham is doing, and he doesn't have any real excuse for not using the way they entered.

Haytham turns on his heel and stalks southward. They'll meet with the others back at the Green Dragon Inn. He makes a mental note to thank Hickey for that mess with the blacksmith, after all, if it wasn't for that particular afternoon he'd not have had the chance to survey Charles' brilliantly brutal movements today.

Haytham/Charles, Omegaverse

[(Anonymous)]

Because the Templar ceremony looks like a wedding.

So Charles' family is Old Money, right? His father was a general and his grandfather a baronet and politician etc. And like women in those times, I would guess Omegas would be married off to secure family ties via children. The Templars very much like to be tied as intimately as possible into the ruling class. So as a secondary demand for Charles' joining, they ask him to become Braddock's mate so they can get some babies.

Enter Haytham. He thinks Charles deserves a better mate. Besides, Braddock is going to get a dishonourable discharge form life anyway. Whether he just takes a liking to Charles or you go the soulmate route doesn't matter. Braddock, of course, is not amused.

Re: Haytham/Charles, Omegaverse

[(Anonymous)]

This is an awesome prompt! Totally seconded!

Omega!Haytham

[(Anonymous)]

I just want a fill where Haytham is an Omega and he's been keeping it a secret for all these years, barely indulging his needs because it'd jeopardize his position as Grand Master. Eventually though he cannot repress his heats any more and an Alpha around him figures it out. Whether it's Charles, who is more than eager to help his Master Kenway through his predicament or Connor, who just reacts instinctively to the scent of an Omega in heat around him, I just want someone to give it to Haytham hard, fast and messy. :D

Re: Omega!Haytham

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, so I gotta know. What's all this Omega stuff people keep posting about?

Tattooed Connor

[(Anonymous)]

In the 1700s-1800s, a lot of sailors got tattoos, and many Native American's had tattoos even before then. It's been stuck in my head for days now and I really just want a post-AC3 fic where faulkner notices connor looks a little down and drags him to get a tattoo.

Bonus points if;
-Connor is totally against the idea until he sees the final product
-The tattoo is really elaborate and pretty much tells his life story in a few images

Re: Tattooed Connor

[(Anonymous)]

oh my goodness seconded with a burning passion

Johnson/Hickey - pre-templars

[(Anonymous)]

Could someone write a few snippets on those two years where Hickey was just an assistant to Johnson before being inducted into the order?

Maybe Hickey has to tag along with Johnson as he goes to trade with the Kanien'kehá:ka, acting as kind of a more bored bodyguard than anything. Not really understanding his function in his new assignment.

DLC Connor/Connor - selfcest

[(Anonymous)]

So you know how if you get all the fragments you see the "ghost connor" or w/e it is?

Ok yeah, I would love some selfcest between reg. connor and DLC connor please please please! Selfcest is like a big kink for me and i like maybe have seen 1 or 2 in the ac fandom so some more wouldn't hurt right???

maybe DLC connor is mad reg. connor cause like his regular life seems SO MUCH BETTER than his life in the DLC ok like dang. Maybe he's like "You don't understand how much better you have it in that life." you know?? ugH rough hate sex idk?? i don't even care how or why just i want something primal and rough and hot and sex idk just someone indulge me here.

Thank /lays here and hopes/

Re: DLC Connor/Connor - selfcest

[(Anonymous)]

SECONDING THE CONNOR SELFCEST. Hatesex would be amazing.

I don't think I've actually seen any yet. Please kind writer anons, please remedy this. ;_;

Altaïr/Malik - bloodplay; TW: Gore

[(Anonymous)]

I am so sorry and I feel horrible for asking this, but I just saw this: http://lyricalt.tumblr.com/post/44493219394

and this: http://lyricalt.tumblr.com/post/44495231688

And I kinda fell in love??? So dearest anons, I would love to see some scenario where apple shenanigans happen and some inner part of Malik comes out that he has hidden and controlled inside for a long time: a bloodthirsty Assassin. But alas, Malik only has one person in mind when it comes to cuts, bruises and blood and he would want nothing more and nothing less than to make small cuts all over Altaïr, bite him until he bleeds and choke him down. All the while stimulating them both or right out having sex.

Mind you, I don't want noncon. I would prefer for it to be completely consensual and Altaïr willing to let Malik work on him, or dubcon/coersion at best. Just please no noncon. I know this is a hard scenario to work with anything but noncon, but it could be a good exercise? Maybe Altaïr didn't know how much he enjoyed pain until he realized it was with Malik. Or maybe the same Apple shenanigans make Altaïr's guilty feelings over Kadar's death and Malik's arm come pouring out and he completely accepts and submits to whatever Malik does with him, idk.

Bonus:

+50 - Knifeplay.
+100 - Malik smearing the blood from Altaïr's cuts all over Altaïr's chest or other body parts.Loving the view. Loving the scent of his blood. Just. Blood.
+500 - Altaïr secretly enjoys it all (whether he's terrified of this or completely into it is up to anon).
+1000 - No penetration, just lots of rubbing, sucking, manhandling and whatever else comes to mind that doesn't involve anal.
+5000000000 and my firstborn - Post-Apple-incident!Malik feels forever guilty and gross about himself. Cue lots of kissing all other Altaïr's scars. Fluffy ending expected, but not necessary.

holy shit I feel so bad for asking this OTL I'm sorry, pleasedon'tjusdgeme.

Drabble Fill: Be Prepared 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Small fill is small, but hopefully OP will enjoy it. :)

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It's a game Altair never thought he'd be involved in like he is. Crouched between too-close buidings, hidden in shadows and praying that Malik won't find him. His body is shaking, both from the blood loss and the adrenaline, but also from the shock of the desire he can feel crashing down on him. He can see his blood, see the numerous small cuts Malik has made on his arms and hands, and it only serves to turn him on more.

He knows he can't stay here much longer; not now that Malik is showing the side of him that he himself knows all too well - a mentality that goes past hot temper and straight into frosty waters, cold understanding and lucid thinking. The mentality of a high-class predator with an ability to rationalize and deduce and still stay sane. Most of the time.

Right now Malik is on the black side of the spectrum, the side that comes from revenge and a need to completely dominate his opponent. Which is why he's playing this game with Altair, catching him and slicing him up, murmuring dark threats and veiled promises while using the adrenaline rush and dizziness against the other assassin, gaining his interest through various... methods. Methods that require they be pressed close, Malik sometimes with his thigh between Altair's legs, rubbing and gently running his knife along the bulge, sucking at the pulse at the man's neck right before he rips his mouth away and lets the knife fly. Then, as quickly as he snared him, Malik lets him go and watches as he runs, desperate to hide himself again.

It's a sick game, but god help him if some part of Altair doesn't crave more of it. He'd once told Malik that he didn't think he would mind if it were Malik killing him, and he'd meant it. He had just never realized how much until now.

As if his thoughts are a signal, Altair hears a familiar set of footsteps in the distance, and the tell-tale whisper of steel against the side of the buildings. As fast and quietly as he can, Altair climbs the wall and flees, praying he has at least a few seconds to gain some distance between them before Malik sees him.

No dice. What seems like a single heartbeat between one footstep and the next he hears the sound of quick running, and suddenly there's heat against his back and a knife kissing his throat.

"Hello again Altair," Malik purrs in his ear, dragging him out of the public eye and into a darkened corner, roughly shoving him up against the wall. The demented grin and the hungry, frosted eyes show just how far gone Malik really is. "Fancy meeting you here."

Altair doesn't speak, jutting his chin out in silent defiance. Malik tuts at him, waving the knife he holds like a waggling finger, right before it plunges into his arm, just deep enough to scar. Altair grits his teeth as his head thumps against the wall; seconds later he gasps as a fist embeds itself into his stomach. Then the blows are falling one after the next, the knife still sticking in his arm as Malik continues to beat on him, snarling at his quiet acceptance of the events.

The Apple started this hell, but Altair will be the one to finish it. Besides, Malik will feel guilty enough about what he's done when he comes around. All Altair has to do is be patient.

Falconry (Pet AU)

[(Anonymous)]

I've seen a few "pet" prompts, but I don't think I've seen pet fic that deal with the fact that our favorite assassins are usually likened to birds of prey.

Here are some ideas:

AC:
Is Altair literally treated like a bird of prey by his Master (your choice!), complete with hood and jesses (and bell?) Is Malik the first to "catch" and train him, or is he a "rescue" from an abusive master (lskadjf;ks I would love y'all forever if you include that!)

AC2/ACB:
Leonardo sets birds free, right? Well, he just purchased a rather stubborn one that refuses to leave (guess who. :D) So he decides that this one needs proper training if he's going to keep him.

Alternatively - Machiavelli, irritated with Ezio's failures, decides that the assassin needs proper "training." Ezio at first resists, but begins to find himself enjoying the training. (Maybe Volpe finds out and dismisses Ezio's assurances that Machiavelli isn't a traitor b/c of it?)

AC3:
Connor...could go a variety of ways. I haven't played enough of the game to make a full prompt, but anything goes! (And I don't really mind spoilers! Bring the fic on!)

Modern:
Desmond has been having problems, with all the stress of the end of the world/bleeding effect. Shaun, who practiced falconry before he became an Assassin, decides to use his knowledge to help Desmond cope.

Re: Falconry (Pet AU)

[(Anonymous)]

Nngggh, so tempted to write something. But its so late, and I need to get to bed. >:/ Why do all the good prompts show up just when I'm getting ready for bed? Do you people plot in advance or something? Is there a meeting you go to? Well stop it, whatever you're doing. Wait until I'm halfway sane before you throw delicious prompts like this out.

Especially that Shaun/Des. FFFFF I want that one like burning. I will do something about this tomorrow, with the god of the kink meme as my witness.

Gaston.

[(Anonymous)]

Today anon was listening to "Gaston" from beauty and the beast and couldn't help but think of this.

So! Anon would like a story about Ziio rejecting Haytham (publicly is preferred.) and Charles tries to cheer him up while he's moping at the green dragon inn.

I mean really can't anyone else see Haytham as Gaston, brash, self confident, kind of a (huge) ass, arrogant, and putting himself before others to do what he believes is right.

and at the same time there's Charles as Lefou, he's always by the side of the Haytham, cheering him on and boosting his ego. He also idolizes Haytham much the same as Lefou does Gaston.

(the song: http://youtu.be/PK3x2DOoJIc)

anyways, so that's it, here's hoping it gets filled

~B

Plot Twist: Robert/Kadar

[(Anonymous)]

Kadar didn't die. He was brought back to Templar's HQs and treated back to life because De Sable really was only after Altaïr and Al Mualim and thus wasn't really interested in harming innocents.

Gen, slash, porny or fluffy, idc. Take it from there!

HOLY MOTHER OF-

[(Anonymous)]

By the Virgin Mary.

KIND TEMPLARS? NICE TEMPLARS?
YOU HAVE MY HEART OP.

AND I WILL GET STARTED ON THIS IMMEDIATELY.

Persona 4

[(Anonymous)]

Never played the Persona games, but I just saw this creepy fanart: http://lyricalt.tumblr.com/post/44604380288/shall-i-make-you-understand-not-part-of-the

From what I understand, a significant part of the game is people battling their inner demons, which manifest as 'shadows', and are basically evil, axe-crazy doppelgangers. Someone who actually knows about this game should correct me.

Maybe one of the assassins has a shadow causing havoc around their allies, and has to try to stop them? Or maybe a straight-up battle against their dark side, with taunts and insults and mindfuckery? I'd especially like to see either the Kenways or the Auditores, but use any characters you want. Have fun!

Re: Persona 4

[(Anonymous)]

Oh man, I'm in Persona 4 fandom. Hmmm, I might take a crack at this, but I'm most comfortable writing Desmond, if that's okay with OP?

Haytham/Charles, chains of command

[(Anonymous)]

Charles always follows Haytham's orders. Haytham decides to explore this fact. Smut happens.

Comply 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

A sequel to the fill here: http://asscreedkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1795.html?thread=10023171#cmt10023171

It takes four words and a particular half-smile to make Charles leave the others at their table in the Green Dragon Inn, following Haytham like the dogs he loves so much.

"Come with me, Charles."

Haytham is well aware that the others know, or at least suspect, why they are leaving. Haytham is also sure that they will keep their mouths firmly closed. These men are his brothers-in-arms, trustworthy comrades. Well, for the most part. Hickey snickers into his ale as Charles gets up, mutters something that could be 'bugger' or 'butter' or perhaps even 'bummer'.

"Yes, sir," Charles says, and in mere moments, Haytham is upstairs, unlocking the door to his room. Charles jogs up the last few steps, reaching the upper floor just in time to see Haytham step through the threshold.

Haytham counts the seconds: six, seven, eight, nine, ten. He doesn't turn around when he hears the familiar footsteps stop just a few metres too far away. He concentrates on taking his hat and cloak off instead. Charles hovers at the open doorway, awaiting the order.

Haytham does not make him wait for very long. His voice is firm, but not harsh. Soft, but strong.

"Come in. Lock the door behind you."

He does not need to see Charles' face to know that he allows himself a slight smile, as he takes two measured steps forward. The soft sound of the lock turning is a comfort, and it is only then that Haytham faces the other man.

He gives the smile he knows Charles loves to see, and steps toward him.

"Close your eyes," he says. Charles takes a deep breath, and his eyes flutter shut. "Stay still."

He gets as close as he can to Charles without actually touching him. Haytham leans forward, breathing softly on his skin, dips his head into the crook between shoulder and throat. His hand brushes Charles' wrist, skims upwards toward the shoulder slowly.

Charles does not even tremble, to his credit. He simply breathes, slowly and evenly. Haytham is not fooled by this facade of calmness and control. Charles' skin is flushing, his arousal mostly hidden by his ornate clothes.

Haytham brings his head back up, and runs his lips along Charles' mouth. Charles breathes in sharply, through his nose. The hand at Charles' shoulder slides to his collar, and then to his cravat. Haytham hooks his fingers through the lace, just as he gives Charles a rough, biting kiss. He worries Charles' lower lip with his teeth for a moment, before kissing again, forcing his tongue into Charles' pliant mouth.

Charles' tongue flexes slightly, and he swallows, almost certainly involuntarily. That's far better than he used to do. It's high time for a reward.

"Kiss me," Haytham snarls, pulling back a moment. He pulls the untied cravat from around Charles' neck, and drops it to the floor. He deftly undoes the buttons of Charles' waistcoat, as Charles gives a desperate sound and instigates the next kiss as best he can without moving, and without opening his eyes. He almost misses Haytham's mouth, but it feels good nonetheless.

Haytham slips his hands beneath the heavy coat and the waistcoat beneath it, shucking them off onto the floor.

"Shirt," he orders, between harsh, nipping kisses.

Charles obeys, fingers fumbling at his clothes. Haytham unties Charles' hair with one hand, and Charles' breeches with the other. He pushes Charles firmly, but not cruelly, backwards onto the bed, then pulls away, taking Charles' trousers with him. Haytham unbuttons Charles' boots hastily, pulling them and the bunched-up fabric off long, pale legs. Charles manages to wrench his shirt from his arms, and tosses it to the side, where it falls to the floor. Usually, he would insist on folding his clothes and putting them away properly, but tonight is an exemption to the rule.

Haytham takes his own boots off, and climbs onto the bed. He runs a hand along Charles' collarbone, then up toward his cheekbone. Charles' eyes are still closed, and his small clothes are doing little to hide his interest in this turn of events. Time for a change of pace, then.

"Pleasure me," Haytham murmurs into Charles' ear. "With your mouth. Look me in the eyes."

Charles' eyes snap open, though whether from surprise or from obedience, Haytham is unsure. Haytham props himself up against the headboard, and splays his legs meaningfully.

I need to go to bed. Aaaargh. There will be more tomorrow!

more than a ship

[(Anonymous)]

Anon Wants a story about Connor finding out that the Aquila originally belonged to Edward (His grandfather, if you didn't know that shame.... shame on you.) Maybe Faulkner gives him a book that had been Edwards that was stashed aboard, Maybe Faulkner has sailed with him, (he would have been around 10 when Haytham was born, so perhaps a cabin boy or something :I)

also I know that the Aquila was made after Edwards unfortunate end but bare with me, Anon needs some heart warming fond memories of grandpa Kenway over here!

If someone could write this for me I would love you forever!!!

~B

Alex/Shaun? (protocreed)

[(Anonymous)]

Alright, so we've got Alex Mercer shipped with damn near everyone in Assassin's Creed- but I haven't seen anything of Alex/Shaun, which is a damn shame.

This anon doesn't really care how it goes down, as long there's sex, preferably with bottom!shaun.

Bonus points for Shaun being a complete cockslut.

Drabble Fill: Pet 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

He wonders what his mother would say if she could see him now; legs spread wide, ass in the air, hands clenched as he bites into his pillow to stop the moans coming out of his throat from waking everyone in the building. The things inside him writhe in delight, digging deeper, striking his prostrate with a kind of fervor he's never known before in human company.

But then again, his bed-mate isn't exactly human.

Alex Mercer - known alias, Zeus. A genetic experiment gone horribly wrong, the result being a creature that could end a human life with a single flick of his finger (literally). A virus with no end, and a very dangerous beginning. The man that had once been Alex, he had been told when they'd first met, had been a monster. Alex had been a monster. But the virus was that and more. He was human, in his own strange sense of the word. Perhaps its that factor that attracted Shaun in the first place. Maybe its the man seemingly endless intelligence, or the dark charisma that surrounds him. Maybe its the grim humor he has.

Whatever the reason, Shaun doesn't mind him. He never visits often -- usually only when certain... needs need to be met. And Shaun's fine with that, because Alex fucks him in ways that would make the Kama Sutra author blush, and that's only during the nights he walks away without a limp. The nights when he gains a hitch in his step are something to behold, and Alex usually has five or six of his... um, appendages, wrapped around Shaun's mouth to keep him quiet. Right now they seem to be somewhere between the two; Alex slowing down his strokes long enough to insert another tentacle into his ass, hissing when Shaun clenches down on it in greeting.

"Seven," the virus breathes, sound amazed, amused and completely turned on at the same time. "Impressive. Shall we try for eight?"

Already the eighth is nudging at his already stretched backside; Shaun whimpers as it drags itself inside. It should be painful, agonizing even, but it doesn't feel painful. It feels like nothing he's ever felt in his life, and god and Queen help him, he wants more.

Alex seems to know this, because he leans down and starts moving again, growling softly against the historian's ear as he does so. "Greedy little boy, aren't you?"

"N-no-not m-m-y f-f-fault!"

"Of course not."

Eight. Nine. Shaun's so close now he can taste it, and he's pretty sure Alex can too, but the damn virus holds hold back with a well-placed grip at the base of his cock, stopping his orgasm and keeping him imprisoned with the liquid heat running through him like poison. "Alex. Oh god Alex, please. Please!"

Alex flips him over, not even stopping in his assault, and bites on the other man's neck, leaving his mark there for all to see. "Say it."

"Y--y.."

"Say it."

"Yours! I'm bloody well yours, all of me!"

Alex's sharpened teeth glow as he grins. "Good pet."

And suddenly the tentacle is gone, and orgasm slams into him hard enough to make his bones turn to liquid jelly and his teeth rattle. He clutches on to Alex, who's snarling and snapping above him, the tight grip and the warm heat of a living body almost too much for him. When it finally dies down they're both panting, the black virus pulling itself out of Shaun's body as carefully as it entered. The white liquid is sucked up by the black, and before long Shaun is completely clean, and utterly exhausted.

Alex nuzzles him carefully, covering him up with the blankets and getting him comfortable before moving to the window. Shaun is asleep long before his partner is in the air, both of their hungers assuaged for the night.

Good Omens/ Ass Creed crossover????

[(Anonymous)]

Alright, this is very dumb, but mostly spawned by this bit in Good Omens:

"Sometimes he would scribble something on a sheet of paper by his side. It was covered in symbols which only eight other people in the world would have been able to comprehend; two of them had won Nobel prizes, and one of the other six dribbled a lot and wasn't allowed anything sharp because of what he might do with it."

The time frame here is wonky, but the last one on the list sounds a lot like Clay- not to mention the guardian angel exchange. (For those who haven't read Good Omens, it pretty much focuses on angels and demons.)

I don't care where this goes- just some sort of interaction between these sets of characters. An alternate ending to AC3 where Adam Young shows up and is like, "Chill out, guys, I got this."? Crowley and Aziraphale talking about Juno being a bitch? It's up to the filler!

Anon's ships are:
Clay/Desmond
Shaun/Desmond
Shaun/Desmond/Clay
Aziraphale/Crowley
(but this really doesn't have to be shippy at all uvu)

One-Sided ConHayth, Pining

[(Anonymous)]

(Reposted from beginning of Round 5 just because I love it)

I'd love to see some fic where one half of our dynamic duo has the hots for the other - but it's genuinely one-sided. Maybe Haytham's only interest in Connor is paternal and professional, while Connor finds him unsettlingly attractive?

Bonus! for the other being remarkably calm and accepting (but probably not offering a pityfuck) upon realizing.

[(Anonymous)]

So this anon has been sick all week and would like a fic to make her feel better.

What I was thinking was this: Connor seems like the sort of guy that would worry over every little thing if someone he cared about wasn't feeling well. So let's say his significant other gets sick, it doesn't have to be serious. It could just be the common cold (which I guess was probably more serious then than it is now, but you get the idea), but Connor ends up being the one to take care of him/her. And then, when the sick person gets better, he/she shows their gratitude with sex.

I'm cool with anyone playing the part of the significant other as long as it's not Haytham or Washington. I'm not a huge fan of those pairings.

Edward Kenway ain't 'fraid of no Kraken

[(Anonymous)]

Edward Kenway and his crew aboard the Jackdaw encounter either THE Kraken or A Kraken, which decides to try to sink his ship in a show of how terrifying it is. The manly captain is not impressed, and decides fried calamari sounds good for dinner. His crew concurs.

Points if its during Haytham's childhood and he's like "OMG YOU'RE SUCH AN EMBARRASSMENT STOP THAT." But he still eats the calamari and that's where he gets his refined taste of food from.

Rimming - AltMal

[(Anonymous)]

I just want Altair giving Malik the rim job of his life. Where he comes from just that alone. Honestly, there's a serious lack of rimming on this meme.

Iduncurr where or when; Modern AU, post!AC1, pre!AC1, I just don't care!

Bonus points;
+ Malik's butt in the air... yeah!
+ Body worship from Altair beforehand.
+ Altair dirty-talking.

SECONDING!

[(Anonymous)]

Yes.

YES!!!

Honestly I'm very busy at the moment with college, work and three other fills, but if no one fills this, I just might take a spin on a modern au ficlet.

Captcha: Charles' name is?

GODAMMIT CAPTCHA!

The Big Bad Wolf

[(Anonymous)]

Who's afraid afraid of the big bad wolf? Well... Haytham isn't at first but when his comrades start being picked off by said wolf he starts to get nervous.

So! what this Anon would like is a Horror fic, perhaps Haytham is traveling through the frontier from New York to Boston, all the while Connor is following him, waiting for the moment to strike.

Bonus points:

+50 ~ Connor is wearing his DLC outfit >u>
+100 ~ Haytham knows Connor is following him, perhaps catching glances of said assassin every so often and is freaked out
+150 ~ Connor acting very much the part of the monster he is to portray.
+200 ~ Haytham keeps riding past dead red coats hanging from trees and lying on the ground. (I want him to be horrified :I)
+ All My Love ~ Sexy times! Can be dub-con or non-con (either works for me)

Whether Connor Kills or does anything to Haytham is up to the writer, I just want to see a scared Haytham.

~B

Re: The Big Bad Wolf

[(Anonymous)]

I may have something for this, if you'd like.

Haytham captured assassins in a mixed-up timeframe

[(Anonymous)]

Haytham is captured by miscellaneous assassins from random timeframes. Although I would prefer the characters to stay in the historical periods, I'm not choosy :)

I just want Haytham bound and interrogated by Assassins who are in disagreement over the best way to extract information from their enigmatic prisoner. Who is he? Who does he work for? How does he know the Assassins' own techniques? Everyone has a different idea of how to get him talking.

Machiavelli goes for the subtle manipulation and mind games, while Altair and/or Bartolomeo D'Alviano just want to beat the living shit out of him. Malik is not impressed by this and knows he could get the Templar to spill his mind if only Altair didn't keep fucking it up. And Ezio... when left to his own devices, they ended up making out, with Haytham's wrists still bound securely behind his back. Great job, Mentore.

Who will break him, if anyone? Does anyone care? Even one tiny segment of this would be amazing, the scenario is driving me nuts.

AU Where everything is happy...or not...

[(Anonymous)]

This anon finished the DLC not too long ago and is need of some happy Connor. This poor guy has gone though so much, *Spoilers for DLC AHEAD*

He ends up this in other world, to find his mom alive only to lose her. Again within such a short time of being together. Then we find out that Haytham is dead and I need something where they're all happily together. Connor deserves some happiness after everything the poor guy has been though.

So I was hoping that someone could write something where Connor ends up in another world. Like the DLC, through the apple or some other means, doesn't matter really. Where he finds out that both of his parents are alive and together. Where they never broke up and Haytham is an assassin again or just not working as a Templar anymore.(He still can be, though it doesn't matter too much.) Then Connor wakes up there and is confused about what is going on. It was be a one-shot or multi chapters, I just need this it would brighten my day.

Third time's the charm

[(Anonymous)]

Dear kink meme, I'm really disappointed with the severe lack of threesomes in here. Let's change that, shall we?

This anon is a really big fan of poligamy/menage à trois. As such I would love to read something, anything involving happy consensual sex where all three members involved are happy to show each other just how much they love them. Any pairings, AU or not, go wild with it. But if you don't know what to do or would like some ideas to start, here are some suggestions of pairings I would love to see.

*Altaïr/Desmond/Malik - Some sort of modern AU where Altaïr and Malik have been dating for a while, but Altaïr notices his dear brother/cousin is not happy and he's kinda always known Desmond was sort of into him, so he arranges for Malik and him to shower the lonely boy with some love. Super mega bonus for Altaïr and Malik DP'ing Desmond.

*Ezio/Sofia/Yusuf - Yusuf didn't die, he was very injured and spent days without waking up, making everyone around him worry. So when he finally wakes up, Ezio can barely contain himself and starts showing more than saying just how much he missed his dear friend. Sofia walks in on them and is shocked/surprised, though not really in a bad way. She tries to leave the room and let them be, but Ezio manages to pull her on the bed and somehow she winds up being the center of the attention. Super bonus for DP again and Sofia being delighted to retribute the favor as she wants nothing more than to please her future husband and help Yusuf feel better after a hard time.

*Lucy/Desmond/Clay - Please, please, please, make my dream come true? I've read a couple of fics with them, but none involving porn and I just want them to enjoy each other. Maybe Clay and Lucy never died and the world is saved and they celebrate by showing Desmond just how much they love him for everything he did for them. Or maybe they all died and have some super awesome post life party hard sex unf. I need this. Just go with anything, really, I just need more of these three together.

Anyway, these are just some suggestions, feel free to make up threesomes on the go. I'm not picky. All I ask for is happy sex involving three people.

Re: Third time's the charm

[(Anonymous)]

Seconding this! For any of those ideas especially that Ezio/Sophia/Yusuf!