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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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"Oh, for the love of God," Haytham moaned. "Go away. Let me watch my country crash and burn in peace."

I LOL'd so hard.

Yes! This! A thousand times this!

Thirded!

Oh God, suddenly picturing Haytham and Charles walking in on them... and Connor is probably under the covers, and they berate Hickey for spending too much time with women and not enough getting the work they're paying him done. Haytham probably spots Connor's assassin robes in the corner but it doesn't click until later.

Now that the Forsaken book is being treated as canon and Haytham no longer defected from the Assassins to the Templars, can we get a fic about why Haytham is wearing the broken assassin symbol and eagle cuff. Did Reginald want to have some kinky enemy roleplay sex with Haytham and he just never bothered to take it off or what?

Preferably an early twentyish something Haytham and experienced!Reginald.

I hope someone fills this. Connor's endured so much throughout the story. I often wonder if he ever felt envious watching other young men his age. Kind of picturing him eying a group of new Patriot recruits who are nervous about the upcoming battle but still carefree and act like boys; until they notice him watching them. They know who he is and what he's done - calling him 'sir' before avoiding him completely.

yes please!! can someone do this?

I have seen and participated in this in the Mass Effect kink meme, and it was kinda fun. Basically, each character is assigned a number; use the random number generator and write a drabble on the two pairings. We should totally do this. There is not enough crack pairings in this fandom. Can be A/U, het, gen, slash, wahtever

Numbers are 1-36.

:)

1 Desmond Miles
2 Altaïr ibn-La'Ahad
3 Ezio Auditore da Firenze
4 Ratonhnhaké:ton
5 Aveline de Grandpré
6 Lucy Stillman
7 William Miles
8 Shaun Hastings
9 Rebecca Crane
10 Clay Kaczmarek (Subject 16)
11 Malik A'Sayf
12 Abbas Sofian
13 Yusuf Tazim
14 Claudia Auditore da Firenze
15 Niccolò di Bernardo dei Machiavelli
16 Mario Auditore da Monteriggioni
17 Achilles Davenport
18 Robert Faulkner
19 Robert de Sablé
20 Rodrigo de Lanzol y Borgia
21 Cesare Borgia
22 Haytham Kenway
23 Charles Lee
24 Dr. Warren Vidic
25 Daniel Cross
26 Lucrezia Borgia
27 William Johnson
28 Johnathan "John" Pitcairn
29 Maria Thorpe
30 Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci
31 Cristina Vespucci
32 Sofia Sartor
33 Kaniehtí:io
34 Minerva
35 Juno
36 Jupiter

I have two words for this fill:

1. BAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA; and
2. AWESOME

I had to speed read through Forsaken, but didn't Haytham steal the Hidden Blade weapon and bracer from an Assassin in Italy?

Oops, add these... sheesh

37 George Washington
38 Thomas Hickey
39 Charles Lee
40 Benjamin Church
41 William Johnson
42 Paul Revere
43 Sam Adams

Oh, a thousand pardons.

I actually had just read that part of the book (getting through it rather slowly because it's not very well written and wasn't supposed to be canon until now), but to me the whole thing just seemed so dues ex machina. Also, I was referring to the insignia mostly, not the hidden blade, because the insignia on it in the game looks as though it can be removed, so why wouldn't he just take it off instead of just breaking it? I just would like a different take on the scene is what I'm trying to get at. Preferably one that involves sexy times with Reginald's weird ass roleplay fantasy that he decides to rope young!Haytham into.

I need a a story, art, something, anything based off this: http://allsoundsasscreed.tumblr.com/post/36792058303/chaztheweasel-somebody-made-this-request-on-the

I really don't care what it is just so long as it's full of crack and randomness. Who knows maybe an AU where Connor comes home from somewhere and Charles is washing Haytham's car in daisy dukes, Connor = scared for life. honestly anything where Charles wears Daisy Dukes would probably be hilarious. XD

All my heart and feels if someone fills this, maybe even a cookie. <3

Not OP but...

I kinda really liked Haytham better when he was just an ass... too many *feelings* in this book, and I agree, not well written.

Second for the kinky roleplay with Reggie though ;)

jeezus christo... I am like, in the middle of a very. long. fill. but if op can wait a bit? ? ? This prompt is kick ass.

Haytham is a sad drunk. Charles to the rescue!

thirded.
I also wtf'd at Ubisoft when they changed their minds about his backstory. Cuz I've always viewed Bowden's books as AUs (at worst they read as bad fanfictions). Also because young assassin Haytham being corrupted into Templar ways tickles my fancy. Plus it made him more of an interesting character than just having him raised as a Templar but acting like an Assasssin. That makes no sense.

Man, I really wanted this to be way, WAY filthier, but instead it's only just kind of cracky. Pleeeeease someone else have a go at this!! I'm begging here!

Also, I am having disproportionate amounts of fun with 18th Century insults. Haytham just seems the type of fellow to use them. With a great deal of smug but casual relish.

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Haytham’s not really quite sure-

All right, perhaps he’s sure how he got here, as in this room. Charles had bailed him up, and in Charles’ carefully worded and perhaps far too sensitive manner had complained to Haytham at length about Thomas Hickey’s inappropriate behaviour. Haytham could have said it was none of his business (which was indeed the case, as far as he was concerned) but while Charles wouldn’t say another word about it, there would be looks and no doubt not a few pointed silences and Haytham was rather quite tired and found it marginally difficult to relax under such circumstances, so he had gone down to the common room and upon finding Hickey in a dark corner with his hand up the skirt of a remarkably unattractive, overly tall and strangely burly woman, had clamped his thumb and fingers upon Hickey’s ear and dragged him upstairs by it, as Hickey reeled drunkenly between laughing and complaining until Haytham had managed to get him inside his room and secure the door behind them.

At which point, there had been some drunken, suggestive and intolerably lewd suggestions on Hickey’s part and some rather increasingly heated words on Haytham’s and they had eventually come to – well, not blows as such because quite frankly had Haytham meant to kill him, Hickey’s corpse would be cold by now. But that’s somewhat where it stops making sense, you see. Because Haytham isn’t really quite sure what exactly happened after that. Perhaps Hickey got a lucky hit in and he blacked out for a short moment between decidedly not killing Hickey and, well, now, this; Hickey’s weight upon him on the narrow bunk and Hickey’s hand down the back of Haytham’s somehow loosened breeches and his tongue in Haytham’s ear and-

Dear God. Who is it making that obscene moaning noise and when are they going to stop? Perhaps he’s been drugged? He doesn’t remember being drugged but surely that’s the only thing that can account for the fire burning beneath his flesh in the wake of Hickey’s hands and mouth and the way he cannot seem to get a proper breath or think or banish the tinderflash of indignant (certainly indignant) sparks twisting his gut at the low, velvety sound of Hickey’s voice in his ear, murmuring a husky, ribald litany of how good he tastes and feels and what Hickey will do to him and how Hickey will give him anything, everything, because Haytham is – and this does come as something of a surprise – the sun and the moon and the stars or some such clap-trap.

Honestly, he doesn’t believe he can be blamed for putting an end to such nonsense with his lips upon Hickey’s, nor does he think it terribly unusual that engaged so, he should suck upon the tongue that immediately introduces itself, slick and hot and sinuous, into his mouth. And if he feels a certain amount of smug satisfaction at the muffled groan that Hickey makes to that, at the way he thrusts his hips argumentatively against Haytham’s, well really, it’s understandable. Effects of the poison and all that. Must be, because his hands are pulling at his own clothing and Hickey’s without his express permission, until there is skin, a great deal of hot, sweaty skin, and Hickey is shifting, his disgustingly wicked grin low and wide, and then lower and wider still until it is closing around Haytham’s-

Oh. Oh. That’s- Hickey is rather surprisingly good at- Ah. Oh dear. Perhaps Haytham ought to stop him, because surely tongues aren’t supposed to be able to do that and-

Where the blazes is he putting his fing-!

Dear God.

Extremely potent poison, that must be it, because Haytham doesn’t remember how his naked legs found their way over Hickey’s shoulders, nor how it is possible that the introduction of something much thicker than Hickey’s fingers should make him clutch at Hickey as if to prevent him from leaving. Someone is hollering. It certainly isn’t him, thank you very much, and it’s a damn shame his pistol is out of reach. Even a knife would do but it’s too late now and he probably wouldn’t be able to hold it even if he could reach it, for his hands open and close uselessly upon Hickey’s broad shoulders as Hickey thrusts and laughs a laugh that makes Haytham think of wonderful, indulgent things – fine linens and his love of Italian chocolate, the feel of the warm summer sun on his skin, and the approving smile of someone long since lost, someone who said Haytham was the centre of the universe with every look, every touch, every word – things he has not allowed himself to remember, to want, in a very, very long time. Which is utterly ridiculously sentimental and entirely inappropriate, because Thomas Hickey is an uncouth lout, an undisciplined niget, an unrepentant thatch-gallows who is… who is…

Who is smiling at him most handsomely, whose hands are most ungentle in all the right ways, who is demanding with hands and mouth and hips that Haytham let go, give over, to let Tom take care of him like this, now, always, ever…

Haytham is probably damn lucky that poison didn’t kill him. The thought occurs to him some indeterminable time later while he attempts to catch his breath and waits for the feeling to return to his feet and considers forcing Hickey’s lax, panting weight off of him. Too much trouble, though. Can’t move his arms. Or his legs for that matter. Terrible state of affairs, really. And it is rather cool in the room. Hadn’t actually noticed. Conveniently, Hickey is quite amazingly warm, draping himself like a blanket or a particularly affectionate bear across Haytham’s exhausted, tingling body. Of course, the drunken sot is asleep in another moment, but never mind. Haytham’s had to endure worse discomforts than being crushed to near death under someone who has no sense of propriety and seems to think the outcome of their disagreement gives him some sort of license to have a hand upon Haytham’s arse like he owns it. Haytham will take it up with him later.

And well, at least Hickey’s behaviour is no longer bothering Charles, or at least Haytham doesn’t think it is, and as long as Charles doesn’t ask, Haytham won’t have to try and explain what just happened, because really, he’s not entirely sure.

Perhaps he’ll sleep on it. Yes, that does seem to be the best thing to do. And if he still can’t come up with a notion of what happened, he may very well have to have this discussion with Thomas Hickey, who even in sleep seems not to be able to moderate his behaviour in any respectable way, again. And again. Until Hickey learns his lesson.

But eagerly waiting for it. ouo~

Just a driveby anon here!
Kinda disappointed when Forsaken wss decided canon; I thought a jaded asshole Haytham who was raised as an Assassin but chose to walk the path of a Templar was way more interesting (not to mention a master/pet killer relationship with Reginald~) and it was this idea of Haytham that made me respect the Templar Order a lot more as worthy adversaries :C Dammit Ubi! WHY.

'Kay rant over, sorry anons ^^;
FOURTHED!!! or Fifth? idk this just needs to be filled!

OH PLEASE THIS!! *__* (I'm sorry Connor, but...I kind of need this now.)

Anon, that was an amazing fill. I didn't know that this was a thing I needed in my life until it appeared before me. Now I feel like I may be requiring more of it. |D

Passerby anon here. This is... wow. All that research must have taken a loooong time. You have earned my respect for both your writing skills and your dedication.

;-; Cooonnnnnoooorrrr... ;-;

Oh Anon. That scene with Johnson got to me even more than the rape scene did. The rape was bad enough, but sketching Connor when he was weak and injured seems even worse somehow. And sketching his private areas too...The man knows no shame, clearly >.<

I still adore this fill Anon, even if it breaks my heart to read at times. Keep up the good work. ^^

I agree, the whole traitor was a really interesting addition to his character. It shows that he believe the Templars to be right, not just 'oh yeah, I kinda just decided to become one, ya know?'. Besides, it's not as though this is the first time Ubi did the 'traitor Assassin' thing - Lucy, some Italian guy, etc. My headcannon is that he chose to become a Templar after Birch swooped in and persuaded him.

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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Re: THE FILL PROPER 1/?

Re: AU - DLC!Washington x Connor - noncon

Re: Connor looks old for his age (hurt/comfort?)

Re: Double Agent

Since Ubisoft changed canon so Haytham was never an Assasssin...

Re: Connor looks old for his age (hurt/comfort?)

Re: Connor/Haytham, the apple made them do it

Random ship minifics?

Re: THE FILL PROPER 1/?

Re: Since Ubisoft changed canon so Haytham was never an Assasssin...

Re: Random ship minifics?

OP here.

Nice Legs Daisy Dukes...

Re: OP here.

Re: Connor/Haytham, the apple made them do it

Charles/Haytham h/c

Re: OP here.

Fill - Re: Hickey/Haytham "Oh bugger me - wait I didn't actually mean that seriously!"

Not OP

Re: OP here.

Re: AU - DLC!Washington x Connor - noncon

Re: Fill - Games We Play 2/2 (Reginald Birch/Haytham)

Re: The Joys of Self-Pleasure

Re: FILL 17/?

Re: OP here.