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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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I totally want to write this, but... what I have so far is baaad. ; _ ;

I REALLY wanna fill this. But I haven't played AC3 yet. No idea how to write Connor. None.
;-;

Niether have I @u@, I've tried playing ACII but a. I don't know any of the controls and b. it makes me plain old dizzy.
I just get my info from youtube, fics, and the wiki.
In other words what im trying to say is your guess is as good as mine.

You know, the stuff teenaged boys do when they're alone...awkward and cute is a must, frotting would be a huge bonus!

YES PLEASE. My anus burns for this prompt. :D :D :D

Thirded (fourthed?) Desmond's so adorable, his ancestors would love him. :3

Wow I'm crying please Haytham chasing piggies would be perfect, and maybe he'll get covered in mud and yeah someone please write this!

Thirded. Haytham in the Precursor temple would be amazing.

Thirded for Connor and puppies. :3

PLEASE CONTINUE ANON. I will love you forever.

So here you are OP, Part One of the fruits of my labor. I hope you enjoy this so far, and yes, there will be more. :) Just give me a few days to write it.

“Finally,” Desmond muttered to himself, practically collapsing onto the bench at the bus stop. Bartending at a shitty, hole-in-the-wall bar in an equally shitty urban area just outside of Manhattan meant keeping terrible hours, if nothing else. Desmond was lucky if he got out of work at five AM on weekends. Today was a Wednesday, though, and surprisingly enough, things at work hadn’t been as bad as they usually were. There had been relatively few patrons at the bar. None of the working men who usually stopped by during the week had tried to chew Desmond’s ear off with a sob story about three ex-wives and a horde of children to pay child support for. No one had spewed vomit all over the floor tonight either, and the one man Desmond had needed to call a cab for had gone without swearing profusely at him.

The bar had emptied out earlier than usual tonight, so Desmond had gotten to leave early for the first time in what felt like forever. He didn’t mind that his bus wasn’t going to show up for another hour, either. In fact, Desmond looked forward to waiting at the bus stop in the wee hours of the morning, when the city buses were few and far between. It meant that he would be able to indulge in his favorite guilty pleasure.

The bartender reached into the front pocket of his hoodie and pulled out a slightly battered Nintendo DS, one of the clunky silver ones that had been among the first made. He switched it on and grinned as the Pokemon logo lit up on the screen. Pokemon had always been Desmond’s favorite video game. He’d been hooked ever since his parents had bought him a Pokemon Red cartridge for Christmas when he was ten. Desmond had, in fact, harbored a secret dream of becoming a Pokemon master for quite a few years now. He’d dreamed of journeying around a fantastic, pseudo-Japanese world winning Gym battles and defeating evil organizations with his dream Pokemon team at his side. It would have been the grandest adventure of all time.

For Desmond, the real world sucked. After graduating from college, it seemed that his friends had all gotten their dream jobs, while he was stuck working as a bartender so that he could pay the rent on his dinky one-room apartment, at least until a better opportunity came along. It was much more fun to hang out in the world of Pokemon, where Desmond was the hero, adored by people and Pokemon alike…

“Well, well, looky here boys.” A male voice, rough and nasty and uncomfortably close by, forced Desmond to look up from his DS. Dark eyes widened in fear as he saw a group of four men standing not two feet away from the bench he was currently sitting on. They were dressed in dark clothing, cigarette smoke ghosting up from their lips. Desmond saw the metallic glint of a switchblade in one man’s hand. All of them appeared to be taller and broader than Desmond was, and they were all looking in his direction with menacing smiles.

The man who’d spoken earlier dropped his cigarette, crushing the faint orange ember beneath his boot. “You lost, kid? Shouldn’t be out here this late at night. There’s bad people on the streets.” There was a round of snickers from the group.

Desmond carefully got up from the bench, tucking his DS away and taking a defensive stance. “I don’t want any trouble, guys. Just leave now and I won’t call the police, OK?”

One of the other men let out a harsh bark of laughter. “Hear that, Jimmy? He says he don’t want any trouble!”

The man with the switchblade held his weapon out, letting the faint streetlights catch off of the metal. “We’re the ones calling the shots here, kid. And we say there won’t be no trouble if you hand over your wallet right now.”

Desmond tried not to show the fear he felt prickling down his spine like shards of ice. He was fairly good at fighting, had been in the mixed martial arts club back in college…but four on one was not good odds by any stretch of the imagination. Plus, one of them had a knife. It looked like Desmond had no choice but to give the thugs what they wanted. He reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet, tossing it to the ground a few feet in front of him. “There. Now leave.”

“Ah-ah-ah,” said Switchblade. “Hand over that DS, too. I’m sure it’ll worth a few bucks.”

“That’s it, Jimmy! Milk ‘im for every cent he’s worth!” Said one of the four men, and the whole group burst out into laughter that grated in Desmond’s ears. The bartender reached into his pocket and clutched the DS close. It would take him weeks to earn enough to buy another one. The DS was practically Desmond’s only source of entertainment these days. And he’d been almost ready to take on the Champion in Pokemon White 2…

The man who’d spoken first let out the fakest, most dramatic sigh Desmond had ever seen. “Jimmy, rough this punk up a bit, why don’t’cha? Show him what happens to boys who don’t pay up like they’re told.”

Jimmy advanced on Desmond, his face twisted into a grin that looked positively demonic. He flipped his blade around carelessly, advancing slowly, almost lazily, on Desmond. “Last chance, kid. Hand over the DS and this doesn’t have to get ugly.”

Desmond backed away slowly. If he was lucky, he might be able to put enough space between him and his attackers in order to make a break for it. Unfortunately, the edge of his sneaker caught on the bench behind him, and Desmond fell right on his ass with a yelp. The group of thugs practically howled with laughter. Jimmy was only a few feet away from Desmond now, his switchblade seeming to fill up the bartender’s entire field of vision. Desmond squeezed his eyes closed, bracing himself…

…only to hear Jimmy start shrieking in pain. “MY EYES! GODDAMMIT, MY EYES!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Cautiously, Desmond opened his eyes, only to be met with the strangest sight he’d ever seen in all his twenty-three years of life so far. The thug who only two minutes before had been coming at him with a weapon was now dancing around in circles, his hands clawing at his face and head, switchblade falling harmlessly to the pavement. What looked like a hissing, shrieking ball of fur was currently raking bloody scratches down Jimmy’s face. The other three men looked at each other uncertainly and started backing away, seemingly unwilling to face whatever rabid animal was currently making mincemeat of their friend’s face.

Suddenly, the ball of fur leapt off of Jimmy, revealing itself as a very angry cat. It ran to the entrance of a small alleyway across from the bus stop and took up a position there, still hissing and yowling loudly, its’ back arched and fur standing on end. Jimmy fell to his knees, clutching his wounded face and whimpering.

“Leave. Now.” A firm, demanding voice came floating out of the alleyway, it’s owner shrouded in shadows. Three of the thugs went pale at the sound of that angry voice, which promised certain and imminent pain in its’ tone, and ran off without another word. Jimmy got back to his feet and stumbled off after them. “You sons of bitches, why didn’t you help me?!” Desmond heard him yell faintly as he rounded a corner and vanished from sight.

A man emerged from the alleyway and walked towards Desmond. As he came under the soft glow of the streetlights, Desmond could see that his savior was tall, with lithe muscles rippling under bronze-colored skin. Coupled with his intense dark eyes, and longish hair pulled back into a ponytail, he cut an imposing figure in the darkness of the pre-dawn hours. The cat walked alongside him, and it appeared to have calmed down quite a bit. Desmond’s heart was pounding in his chest, the bartender’s own dark eyes riveted to the man’s. He wanted to get to his feet, to run away now that he had the chance, but Desmond’s body seemed frozen where it had fallen by the bench.

The strange man stopped briefly in the street to pick up the switchblade and Desmond’s wallet, before stopping in front of the terrified bartender and holding out a hand. “Are you hurt?” He asked, his voice now much quieter than it had been only a moment earlier. Close up, Desmond could see that the dark eyes had a spark of kindness to them, and a hint of a smile played about his lips. Desmond’s heart stopped trying to pound it’s way through his chest. He reached out and grasped the darker man’s hand, allowing him to pull the bartender back to his feet. Desmond’s wallet was handed back to him, and he gratefully tucked it back into the pocket of his jeans.

And just when he thought that his night couldn’t get any weirder, Desmond’s savior turned to the cat still at his side and meowed at it. The cat meowed back and rubbed against the man’s leg briefly before vanishing down a nearby side street.

“What…what the hell just…” Desmond knew that he should be thanking the man for saving him from certain bodily injury, but all he could do was stare at the dark-skinned man in front of him, mouth agape and eyes wide in shock. “Did…did you just talk to that cat?”

The darker man cocked an eyebrow at the sputtering bartender. “Did those cowards hurt you at all?” He repeated, ignoring Desmond’s question in favor of tucking the would-be thief’s switchblade away in his own pockets.

“No, I’m OK…and thank you, seriously, I would have been a goner if you hadn’t come along…but really man, what was up with that cat?”

“I saw you were in trouble. The cat happened to be nearby, so I asked for its assistance,” the darker man replied calmly, as if speaking to animals was a common, everyday occurrence. “Could you tell me where I might find a motel? I’m new to this city, and am in need of a place to stay.”

“You can talk to animals?!” Desmond was wondering if he might have fallen asleep at the bus stop and was dreaming this right now. He surreptitiously pinched himself, wincing when he felt pain. Obviously not a dream, then. “You can ask animals to help you, and fight for you?”

“That’s really an over-simplification-”

“That’s…that’s amazing! You’re like a real-life Pokemon Trainer!” Desmond cried out, his face splitting into a huge grin at the thought of someone being able to work with animals the way he had dreamed of working with Pokemon. The bartender could hardly believe such a thing was true. “Don’t worry man, you can stay with me. I’ve got an apartment. It’s the least I can do, after you saved my life and all.” It would be cramped in there with two people, Desmond knew, but he couldn’t let an opportunity like this slip by.

“What’s ‘Pokemon?’” The man asked, cocking his head to one side in confusion.

“What? Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of Pokemon before! It’s only the best video game to ever be created. Have you been living under a rock all your life?”

The strange man smiled slightly, a wistful look coming into his eyes. “You could say that, I suppose.”

Desmond wanted to ask the man more questions, like where he’d come from and how he had learned to talk to animals. And how could one “say” that they’d lived under a rock all their life? However, the bartender didn’t want to scare the man off by asking too many questions all at once. Besides, it really was quite late. After what had happened, Desmond figured that they could both do with some sleep.

“I never really introduced myself. Desmond Miles,” Desmond said, smiling and holding out his hand to shake.

“Ratonhnhaké:ton.” The man firmly grasped Desmond’s hand in his own large, warm bronze one.

“Ratoh…Ratun…uh…” Desmond struggled to make sense of the strange name.

The darker man sighed. “Just call me Connor.”

“OK, Connor,” Desmond said. “Hey, could you teach me how to talk to animals like you do?”

“I’m not sure that would be a good idea,” Connor frowned slightly. “It’s not something that’s easy to learn, and I’ve never tried teaching anyone before…”

“Please,” Desmond looked Connor in the eyes as he spoke, desperate to somehow communicate his wish to the other man. Talking to animals was the closest he would ever get to being a Pokemon master in real life. There was no way he was giving up now that such a thing was somehow, miraculously, within his reach. “You have no idea, Connor, but this is something I’ve dreamed about my whole life. You have to teach me. I’ll work hard, I’ll do anything I need to do, I promise. Please.”

Connor looked at Desmond for a long moment, brow furrowed in thought, before finally speaking. “If there is a park nearby, take me there tomorrow. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Yes! Thank you so much Connor. You won’t regret this, I promise!” Desmond only barely restrained himself from jumping up and punching the air with joy. The huge smile on his face probably communicated his happiness well enough, anyway.

“I certainly hope not…” Connor muttered under his breath, coming to stand beside Desmond as the bus finally pulled up in front of them.

And all of this was Part 1, split up into parts for easy reading. :D Part 2 will hopefully be out in a few days, depending on my schedule. Enjoy!

I adore this so much, writeranon. All of the ones I've read before in any fandom have the winged characters floating around like angels. I've never read one with grit and blood and psychological issues going on. It's lovely. *squees*

Not gonna lie, I'm hoping this goes Haytham/Connor, but I'll still read it no matter the pairing, or even if it's gen. You've got me hooked writeranon, now take this where you will. :)

Am already fapping in anticipation. Hope there's a fill soon :)

My burning anus to whoever fills this. O.O

Omg hi, can I say I love you right now? This is what I've been looking for in a AC fic for sometime now, and having an Ezio + Desmond tag team made it better *^*

Though curious, how is Ezio going to communicate when he meets with the others?

*keyboard smash* I am just incoherent with joy right now. Anon, your work is exciting and refreshing and most wonderful to read. Looking forward to the next bit! ^^

I make no promises but while I was sitting around waiting for my mum to pick a new carpet I started writing for this prompt. It wasn't even on my list of prompts to fill *shakes fist*. Only because I wasn't sure how in character I could get Hickey.

Holy shit I really hope somebody fills this!!

OP Anon here! I can wait as long as you need! <3

Would you consider sharing your sources at all? I might RP connor someday and I'd like to read as much background info as I can get my hands on.

also yes please someone do this prompt.

Just a plain old au

OR WE CAN JUST MAKE THIS A COMPLE CRACK WITH:

Wild Thornberry!AU
Bonus points for:
Debbie as Ezio
Darwin as Shuan/Malik

Well most of what I've learned is from my English teacher when we did a unit on Native American and a few posts on tumblr which I sadly can't recall. But I've google some stuff you can look at if you'd like!
http://www.outhistory.org/wiki/Native_Americans/Gay_Americans_1528-1976
http://www.gay-art-history.org/gay-history/gay-customs/native-american-homosexuality/two-spirit-native-american-gay.html (this one seems really good)
http://plainshumanities.unl.edu/encyclopedia/doc/egp.gen.026 (gender roles)
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gender_roles_in_First_Nations_and_Native_American_tribes (under Iroquois)
Hope this helps!

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