asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

Ahaha... There will be more, at some point in the near future. I'm working on at least two other fills right now, and this prompt is making me want to do a full-blown modern AU that I have no time to do right now. >_<

EVENTUALLY, THERE WILL BE MORE, MY DEAR FELLOW ANONS.

~~I feel I ought to point out that Connor was being deliberately clueless during the wedding sequence...~~

I really want to fill this with the Homesteaders and the Aquila (and the recruits) but I'm in the middle of a lot of fills so it might take a while?

Ooh, I'm loving it so far anon! Can't wait for the next part!
(Not OP, but thanks for filling. 8D)

And I must say, I really like how you've portrayed Washington here. I really hope the DLC takes a similar approach in how he acts.

Interesting start! I like that Washington's not raving cartoon evil. He's just doing what he thinks needs to be done, and that makes it scarier.

I didn't know there was a name for that feeling, I thought everybody had it. If I wasn't in the middle of so many fills, I'd be on this like white on rice.

I... failed. OTL

Ratohnhake:ton, Haytham, Minerva

They were drawn towards each other, in a mad and forbidden love, twisted and monstrous and yet it felt so right.

Haytham wasn't sure what was happening. One moment he was jumping from the rafters of the church, aim to put his hidden blade to the Assassin's neck, and the next he found himself pouncing on the boy and leaning in, mouth slightly open for a kiss…

Connor made a surprised noise, and the Grandmaster was shocked back into reality. Embarrassed, quickly released the blade on his arm, and asked with more than a little viciousness, "Any last words?"

"Wait! … I don't want my first to be my own father."

Haytham was just ready to passionately deny anything of the sort on his part when something seemed to shift in the air…

Oh, how he yearned for the feel of his hands, the taste of his mouth, his very words were both poison and nectar! But he also felt afraid, of rejection and disgust, of the possibility that this golden dream would disappear on waking to the harsh reality of the world.

Connor dropped his gaze and to the Templar's amazement, began to play with his gloves and shuffle his feet. Where before his body language had screamed shock and confusion, it now oozed embarrassment. "And I do not know… if I can be good enough for you."

Haytham was still trying to decide if he should be vehemently deny all homosexual attraction to his son of all people so he nearly missed the last part of what the Assassin had said. He wondered if Connor was playing him, but then watched as a horrified expression crossed the young man's face.

It was all so amusing that he was almost too late to stop Connor from trying to kill himself with his hidden blade.

Haytham grabbed his arm and tried to say, "Nobody said you could die; I need help finding Church!"

What he said instead was, "Nobody said you could die; I need you in my life my one and only love!"

The strange feeling in the air dissipated.

Both men stared for a moment, before quickly distangling themselves and leaping to opposite sides of the abandoned church.

Haytham gave a little cough, and said, "Well, that was rather strange."

"I wonder if this is a nightmare, or some punishment for all the lives I've taken," Connor mumbled. He sheathed his hidden blade and sat dejectedly on the floor, as if the recent events had made him lose the strength to stand. Haytham himself felt like dying from embarrassment as well, and his back was straighter and stiffer than usual in an attempt to hide it.

"Well… originally, I had intended on forcing a truce on you to help me find Church, but now, I think we should just return to our homes and hide under the covers waiting for death's sweet embrace." Haytham's voice sounded just a little cracked, and his eye was twitching.

Connor was still rocking back and forth in a fetal position. He gave a shaky nod.

When asked about what happened by their respective allies, they would get a haunted look and shout something about being completely straight. To this day, no mortal has figured out what happened…

A helluva long time ago…

"Minerva! What are you doing?"

Minerva guiltily tried to dismiss her creation, but Juno wrenched control from her. Looking through the data, Juno huffed. "We do not have time to write out strange fantasies! In case you have forgotten, there are solar flares we have to stop!"

Minerva just watched her walk away, carefully storing away her little plaything. The fates of mortals were just too amusing to mess around. Taking one more satisfied look at the story that was definitely going to be continued, Minerva stored it with it's brethren, the "Fanfiction".

So I was just watching she-wolves: England's early (first?) queens, and apparently one of the only way that a king would show mercy to a rival was for the queen/consort to kneel and beg for mercy to be shown.

I really want to see Connor being forced into the position of consort by Washington and having to kneel to Washington to get him to show mercy on Connor's village. If Washington does show mercy is up to Anon

Extra points:
- Connor giving Washington a blowjob as part of the begging.
- Washington makes a point of showing his control over Connor in front of his.
- Connor is very prized by Washington.

*- Washington makes a point of showing his control over Connor in front of his people.

Teenage Connor has lived with his father for a while now and in his latest fit of rebellion, he has decided to become a vegetarian. Haytham objects and says that he won't be cooking/eating any of that tofu bogus, which means that Connor has to learn how to cook. Which he does. Extremely well.

Haytham is eventually lured into eating some of Connor's meat-free meals by how damn delicious they look. He's secretly proud that Connor has managed to come up with proper alternatives to nutrients he would've otherwise gotten from meat, and not just lived off junk-food.

Bonus points for:
- Connor teaching Haytham how to make a dish
- Expanding into baking
- Ridiculously frilly aprons
- Connor researching his heritage to see if he can alter traditional recipes
- He enrolls in a Home Ec/Cooking class at school and is surrounded by girls, but completely oblivious to their attentions
- If said Cooking class suddenly goes up in enrolments.

Chapter I

He gasped, his entire upper body lifting off the bed before falling back with a soft thump. Desmond opened his eyes, blinking them shut just as quickly. The room he was in was bright, the sun shining through unshuttered windows.

Deciding against opening his eyes again so soon, he tried to determine what exactly he was lying on. The sheets felt rough, but moved easily under his touch. He briefly considered a hospital, but the thickness of the sheets was far cry from hospital issue. Besides, he considered, the fact that he would have been connected to any known number of beeping machines.

Desmond let his hand fall limp under the blankets. The only other place he could think of was Abstergo. Weeks of being their prisoner and sleeping in their cell of a room had made him very accustomed to their bedding arrangements. And if Abstergo had him, it could only spell bad news for his future.

The future. If he was alive, it meant that the solution hadn’t worked. The world had burned, and he was still alive. Desmond felt his heartbeat speed up, the visions Minerva had shown him dancing behind his closed lids. His breathing hitched, his hands curling into fists.

“Be calm.”

Desmond froze at the familiar voice. Light footsteps came and stood at his bedside as Desmond cautiously opened his eyes. Blinking to adjust them to the light, he turned and stared into the face of a man who had been dead for centuries.

“You are safe, Desmond,” Connor said. “Rest now. Your body is still recovering.”

“Did it work?” he asked. His voice sounded strange to his ears, the words coming out throaty and flat. Connor nodded.

“Rest,” he told him. Desmond found himself heeding his ancestor’s words, his eyes falling shut once more. In what seemed like barely a second, he opened them again.
The light was not as bright as it had been when he first awoke. Judging by the fading red streaks and gathering darkness outside the windows, he guessed that it had been only a few hours since he had fallen asleep. Desmond pushed himself up onto his forearms, taking in his surroundings for the first time. The room was easily recognizable, from the chess board on the coffee table to the stuffed eagle between the windows.

Desmond slid out from between the sheets, surprised at the the soft cotton texture compared to the rough ones from earlier. The wooden floorboards of the room were cold to his bare feet, but not uncomfortably so as he sat on the edge of the bed. He stood up slowly, the room spinning slightly as he got his bearings. Desmond crossed the room and peered out the window. The small draft from it made him shiver in his t-shirt and sweatpants, but confirmed what he had thought.

“The view is different from when I was a young man,” Connor said, silently padding up next to him. Desmond flinched, not used to people sneaking up on him. “I am glad you are awake.”

“I was only asleep for a few hours,” Desmond said.

“Half a month, actually,” another voice corrected him. Desmond whirled around, falling into a defensive posture. Two more familiar men stood in the doorway, each of them looking amused at his reaction in their own way.

“Safety and peace,” Altair said. He stepped forward, extending a hand towards Desmond.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” Desmond said. Ezio laughed and stepped forward, clapping Altair on the shoulder.

“Finally,” he said, “something the all of us understand.”

“I have offered to-,” Connor began. Ezio waved him off.

“I will have to take you up on the offer, since I’m the only one who didn't understand you earlier,” Ezio agreed.

“How is this happening?” Desmond asked, drawing their attention back to him. His defensive posture had fallen, though his fists were still clenched at his sides. “You’re dead, all of you,” he said. He paused as soon as the words left his mouth, considering them. “I’m supposed to be dead,” he added. “Is this some sort of fucked up heaven bullshit?”

Altair cracked a grin at his outburst. “This is not the afterlife.”

“Then how are you here?” Desmond asked. “How the fuck am I still alive?”

“You were not when we found you,” Connor said. He motioned for Desmond to take a seat. He did, cradling his head in his hands.

“I sure as hell feel like I’m alive,” Desmond argued.

“You are,” Ezio told him. Desmond managed to glare at him Ezio held up his hands in a placating manner. He looked to Altair, who took a seat across from Desmond. He considered the half-played game in front of him, before capturing a pawn with another, holding the captured pawn in his hands.

“What do you know about the Pieces of Eden?” he asked.

“They’re artifacts made by Those Who Came Before,” Desmond said. “Failed solutions to stop the world from burning.”

“Terrible and beautiful artifacts,” Ezio agreed, “that hold a secret.”

“What, cheating death?”

“Immortality,” Connor said, coming to the board and moving a knight.

“Even for all my time spent studying the Apple, I did not realize this,” Altair said.

“I-Ezio saw your corpse,” Desmond replied.

“An illusion,” Ezio said. He looked over Altair’s shoulder, before reaching and moving a bishop to counter Connor.

“I spent two hundred and fifty three years in the Vault,” Altair said. “I merely wanted to see what you would do.”

“You attempted to kill me!”

“I did not succeed,” Altair reminded him. “Even with my return to my prime, I still thought to fight like my older self.”

“So, what, the Apple made you younger?” Desmond asked. “You don’t look as old as Ezio saw you.”

“I was twenty-six when I first used my Piece of Eden,” Altair said. He reached across the board and moved a rook to capture Ezio’s bishop. “Ezio was thirty, Connor thirty-two. The Pieces took an imprint of us at the age when we first used them, and returned us to that age when we died.”

“So I’m going to be twenty-five for eternity?” Desmond asked, looking up from his hands.

“Yes,” Connor said, moving a pawn to protect Ezio’s bishop.

“The Pieces of Eden seek out complements,” Ezio said, moving a pawn to threaten Connor’s knight. “I suppose you could say they seek guardians.”

“But I had your Apple,” Desmond said, watching their strange game of chess.

“The Apple did not-,” Ezio paused, searching for the right term, “ did not resonate with me. The Staff did, although it was lost to me for many years.”

“Did They know about this?” Desmond asked.

“No,” Altair said. He considered the board for a moment and then moved his queen to capture Connor’s knight. “Or else they would have destroyed them. Humanity should never have the chance to challenge to their gods.”

“But Minerva and Jupiter-”

“Would have shared that belief, much as they would deny it,” Altair said.
“If They could have saved Themselves, have no doubt that humanity would have been nothing more than a race of slaves.”

“How did Juno not see it, then?” Desmond asked. “Or Minerva? She said she had seen the future if I hadn’t done it. Wouldn’t she have seen me living?”

“They would not have,” Ezio said. He moved from where he was standing behind Altair’s chair to sit beside the board. He picked up a pawn and moved it to threaten Altair’s queen.

“Until you died, you appeared as any other human,” Connor said, mirroring Ezio on the other side of the table. He moved another knight and took Ezio’s pawn, freeing Altair’s queen.

“When you died, it triggered your Apple,” Altair said. “It began to bring you back. To heal you.”

“Heal me?”

“We found you a few days after you died,” Ezio said. “You were like a burnt husk, your eyes black cinders, your skin flaking away.”

“We thought you might not return,” Connor added.

“It took you a month to begin breathing again, a month from then to wake up for the first time. Half a month from that day to today.”

“It’s only been a few hours,” Desmond said, gesturing towards the windows. “You’re telling me it's been weeks?”

“Healing takes time,” Connor said, not looking up from the board.

“And now what?” Desmond asked. “Juno’s out there. I have to stop her.”

“You need to, or you feel obligated to?” Altair asked, looking up from the game.

“Both,” Desmond retorted. “She’s going to take over the world.”

Altair sat back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap. “And do you know how she is planning on doing this? Her methods? Or are you planning on rushing in and revealing your survival, spoiling any hope of a surprise attack?” When Desmond did not respond, he continued. “The Animus may have given you access to our skills, but you are still no better than a novice.”

“So I’m just supposed to let her take over?” Desmond asked. “Let her win?”

“No,” Connor said. “But you must seek patience. Juno has played a long game. We have time before she begins to move in earnest.”

“And we will use that time wisely,” Ezio assured him. “As Altair said, for all the skills you possess, you do not know how to use them to their fullest potential.”

“We will train you,” Altair said. He tossed his pawn at Desmond, who snatched it out of the air. “We will give you the knowledge of how to be a Master in form as well as name.”

“And then what?” Desmond asked.

“We hunt,” Connor said.

This is the best. THE BEST.

10 and 24. I... Alright. Whatever you say RNG. Whatever you say.

19 and 41... I guess I'll try XD

Bwahahahahaha that is awesome, OP!!!!

6/30

Lucy/Leo

The artifact was the most interesting thing to come into his possession in years. It called like a siren, whispering calculations and designs far more advanced than anything he had seen before, promising anything, everything if he would just touch it.

He reached out --

He was cold, so cold, and in a strange place with glowing walls. A girl stood in front of him, dressed like a boy, blonde hair pulled back away from her face. A voice asked him to kill the girl, she bore the cross, she would betray them all. He felt his own arm plunge a blade into her chest --

Leonardo pulled his hand away from the apple as if he was burnt.

This? This is awesome. Like, awesome beyond words. PLEASE UPDATE SOON!!!

That I've started writing the first part, but I haven't written smut in years and my brain thought it would be funny to go "Hey! I know I haven't been motivating you to write much, especially during school times like when you had all those essays... but that prompt you read was brilliant so GO! Write away!" And that was just as I was falling asleep. So I flicked the light back on, and grabbed my notebook, started writing and eventually got back to sleep... at 1AM.

Sigh...

Anyway, now that I'm writing again, seems that I've gotten a little carried away, err sorry... more importantly the first part should be up soon. I just realised with cold dread that I forgot about Hickey being in the next cell, so I need to write him in *facepalm*

Sorry for all the words, I'm not a loony, I'm just happy

Passerby Anon, here! Before the patch, there was a bit in the Animus database entry about Haytham that posited Reginald Birch recruited him into the Order sometime before his thirtieth birthday. Now it just says that the two met while Haytham was still 'quite young' and goes on to mention that Birch acted as his tutor while on a tour of Europe. It does add up evenly with the events of Forsaken, so I assume it was changed for the express purpose of not contradicting the events in the novel.

Op here! Finally someone who understood what I meant. Thank you sooooo much!

This is exactly what I was talking about! This is why I had no link to reference, I honestly thought I was going crazy and was the only one who noticed the change!

Thanks for clearing that up, even though it's a shame what they did. I was rather fond of the idea of Reginald not pouncing after Haytham to be a Templar until he was somewhat established as an Assassin.

I didn't mean to start a heated discussion over this, I really just wanted someone to fill my kink.

addendum: I'm not necessarily sure that means it's intended to be canon, but in the very least it would seem they don't want to offer anything that would directly oppose it.

I'm not entirely pleased with this, but what the hell, I'll just tidy this up on my blog later anyway.

The first thought that occurred to him was that Juno was a lying bitch. That Eye thing? It had hurt like a sonofabitch, but no one was expecting him to come back and complain afterwards, right?

Yeah, Desmond wasn't so sure about that anymore.

Was he dead? Well, that was hard to say right now...he had nothing to compare his current state with. Which was just that. Nothing. A metric ton of nothing. It reminded him of when Juno had controlled him before his coma phase, but this was all-encompassing. No sensation, no external stimuli, just him and his thoughts.

The Nothing got pretty claustrophobic after that.

Once he'd settled after a wave of panic, he decided to test his limits. He tried to move imaginary limbs. The sensation of a mental wall smacked him. He tried bringing up memories, but got nothing more than impressions of senses. It was like his mind was in a tiny black box, that may or may not have a way out.

Eventually, after trying every possible thought combination, he found something that let him out.

And if he had a voice, he would have screamed.

This was infinitely worse than the Apple possession. He had access to everything, everything and there were no filters, so it all attacked him at once. He tried to find his way into the black box again, but it was like he was in some sort of freaky lobster trap, impossible to go back the way you came in.

And that's when things got seriously weird.

Because in the swirling matrix of data there appeared every single lobster and lobster trap he had ever seen in his entire life (admittedly not very many) along with every sound and scent associated with them. Every aspect of his memory was crystal clear, and meticulously organized. It was stunning. Yeah, creepy, weird and overwhelming, but still incredible.

He banished the lobsters with a thought. He wondered if this place worked like the Apple did, and a million threads of information attached themselves to him and he knew instantly. This was the same circuitry that had housed Juno, and she had used a secret path of programming in conjunction with the Apple to switch their places.

Now he was the mind trapped in the machine.

Happy to help, Anon! I actually hadn't realized the change myself until you lot mentioned it.

(... and, I have to admit, I'm sorely tempted to claim this prompt. I had a few ideas trying to wriggle out, but they were utterly devoid of even the slightest hint of smut and I know that's not really what you requested.)

Even if it's not smut I would be happy for you to fill it. :)

Please dont feel pressured to write something your not comfortable with.
I would be happy with any interaction with them really, their relationship is just so interesting I wish more people wrote them.

yes I do it's great ! GentleWhispering on youtube is my favorite hehe

You are amazing writer-anon! Your Washington was perfect, I loved how remorseful and affectionate he's with Connor at the beginning (even carrying Connor over his shoulder as opposed to having him knocked off his horse) it's a stark contrast to the cruel dictator he's going to become, and the way he looked at Connor like a fine-cut of meat...::shivers::

Poor, poor Connor. It's bad enough Washington betrayed him (along with ending his truce with Haytham prior to the story), but seeing the Clan mother and his childhood friend stare at him with disappointment, betrayal, and possibly hatred was just heart wrenching, and worse Connor never had a chance to explain what really happened, assuming they were caught in the massacre.

I am EAGERLY waiting for the next part, please, please, please update soon!

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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