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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Right in the FEELS
(Anonymous) 2012-12-07 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)In short, this Anon would kindly like to be struck right in the feels, punched in the emotional gut, etc. H/C, angst, guilt, missed opportunities, close calls, tragedy IDRC!
Mini-fills are entirely welcome, and there are no suggested pairings or any squicks to avoid.
*braces self*
Re: Right in the FEELS
(Anonymous) 2012-12-07 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8763887/1/Mirror
Re: Right in the FEELS
(Anonymous) 2012-12-08 04:40 am (UTC)(link)Thanks for the rec, Anon!
Re: Right in the FEELS
(Anonymous) 2012-12-09 03:59 am (UTC)(link)http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=haytham+kenway&offset=216#/d5nc87c
Maybe you can enjoy that while waiting for some other anon to angst it up.
Re: Right in the FEELS
(Anonymous) 2012-12-09 04:04 am (UTC)(link)Re: Right in the FEELS
(Anonymous) 2012-12-08 05:53 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2012-12-09 04:51 am (UTC)(link)Ideas for Haytham/Connor
(Anonymous) 2012-12-09 06:03 am (UTC)(link)1. Make me Forget (Haytham/Connor, past Washington,Connor)
Washington is driven insane by the Apple of Eden, forcing Templars and Assassins to unite in order to stop him. Massive character death. Connor confronts Washington alone and kills him, but walks out - disoriented - with the Apple and covered in his former lover's blood (Connor ended the relationship after learning Washington had burned his village). Haytham takes him to his villa. Connor is an emotional mess, and after washing off the blood, curls up naked - not wanting to put on his cleaned assassin robes again (feels that he broke the creed since Washington had been an innocent and was manipulated by the apple). Haytham isn't sure how to comfort him, and is surprised when Connor kisses him and asks to help him forget about Washington - angsty sex ensues.
2. I Will Find You (Theme from Last of the Mohicans, by Clannad)
Haytham Kenway has been in love with a ghost whom only he can see. As a boy, the ghost had been his best and only friend. Later a guide after the death of his father. It's only when he acquires the amulet and heads to America, the ghost is no longer at his side. Feeling alone and betrayed, he starts a relationship with Ziio and focuses on his duties as the Templar Grand Master. Years later, the ghost returns in the flesh as his son, Connor
- Not sure why Connor's a ghost, perhaps Haytham had killed him in an alternate universe.
Re: Ideas for Haytham/Connor
(Anonymous) 2012-12-09 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)OP approves!
(Anonymous) 2012-12-09 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)You have my blessing, Anon.
Slumber (Desmond/Lucy)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-12 05:38 am (UTC)(link)----------
When Lucy sat down next to Desmond and took his hand into her own, the place fell silent again.
She shouldn’t be doing this. She ought to still be working - she still had to reply Vidic’s email - and she had already told Rebecca there was nothing they could do about it. It hurt though, every time she heard his screams something inside her stirred and all she could think about was Sixteen. He had screamed, a lot, and she didn’t do anything about it. It haunted her, it plagued her, because what if the same thing happened to Desmond? No matter how much she told herself everything would be okay, that she would never let it happen again, that there was no need for concern since Sixteen had been an extreme case from the start, but what guarantees did she have? A promise to herself could not and would not save Desmond. If it did, Clay would be here, with them, with us.
It had been easy taking into account that Desmond’s worst nights were the ones where Des- Ezio killed the most enemies. Every time he got into an accidental fight with city guards and left more dead bodies than originally intended, Desmond would scream through the night, terrorizing all of them. It was agonizing, not only for Desmond himself, but for all of them. On calmer days he would just toss and turn all night, but would not emit any sounds.
She told herself that the only reason why she was awake and doing this for him was because then he wouldn’t wake up on the next day looking like he hadn’t slept at all, resulting in poor Animus synchronization and lots of bugs Rebecca had to fiddle with. It did take more time to achieve their goals like that, and time was something they did not have.
Naturally, she was lying to herself and the worst part was that she knew it. Here she was, sitting by his side as he slept soundly in his sleeping bag, hand softly nested into hers, while she kept lying to herself about why she was doing this in the first place.
It had surprised her at first that it had actually worked. Lucy didn’t expect for him to stop screaming with the touch. Not just that, he seemed to have completely forgotten about whatever nightmare he was having when she first did this two nights ago. Since then, it had become her nocturnal habit to come and comfort him if he started screaming.
All of a sudden something fell over her shoulders and she turned her head around with a loud gasp. Rebecca stood right behind her, accommodating a thick blanket around Lucy’s arms and make sure it wouldn’t fall. Then, crouching, her friend whispered next to her in order not to wake him.
“I think it’s cool you’re doing this for him, but make sure you take care of yourself too, alright?”
Rebecca pushed a hot mug into Lucy’s free hand. Taking a look inside, it seemed like hot chocolate.
“Rebecca, I--”
“Drink it all, it will help you sleep. You need to rest sometimes too, you know? Desmond here would be pissed if he found out you’ve been neglecting sleep for his sake.”
“I haven’t been neglecting sleep, Rebecca, I sleep just as much as anybody else.”
“Whatever you say.” She shook her shoulders, clearly not taking Lucy’s words seriously. Then leapt up and walked away. “Just take care of yourself and I have no complaints.”
Despite shaking her head at her friend’s unnecessary worry for her well being, Lucy couldn’t help but smile. She took a sip of the chocolate. It was just the way she liked it. Did Rebecca know about her doing this for long? Did Shaun know? It’s not like it was something shameful - it was for the well being of their group after all, but for some reason she felt her face growing hot at the thought of the others knowing about it. What if Desmond found out about it? She would never hear the end of it, she--
“You know, if you’re going to keep me company through the night, at least try not to cut my hand out.”
Lucy almost dropped the mug from hearing Desmond’s sleepy voice beside her. She quickly turned to him, who was rubbing his eyes with his free hand. Immediately her eyes fell to the hand she clutched tightly, too hard not to hurt, and released it as if it was burning.
“I’m sorry, I was thinking and I didn’t notice I was hurting you.” For some reason it made him smile at her. She couldn’t understand why, but had no complaints either. “Well, now that you are better, I should probably go to sleep myself.” She got to her feet clutching the blanket around her with one hand. “Sleep well, Desmond, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”
“Can’t wait to kill more Borgia soldiers.”
With a roll of her eyes, Lucy promptly made back to her own sleeping bag.
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Surprisingly, the more used to the killing Desmond got, the less screaming they heard. That meant Lucy made fewer trips to his side after a couple of weeks. But there were still those rare instances where he reverted to turning around incessantly and gasped and moaned and yelled names of people that have been dead for centuries.
During those nights, Lucy didn’t even think about whether what she was doing was okay or not anymore, she just marched to his side, sat down with the mug and blanket, and grabbed his hand. It was no use thinking about it anymore. If she couldn’t reach a conclusion, then it had already been made. Rebecca seemed to have approved of it anyway, and Shaun either didn’t know about it or easily ignored it, which was, in a sense, his own way of saying she was doing a good thing.
Desmond’s hands were big, but not so much that it wouldn’t fit into hers. He had a few calluses here and there and a few fading scratches as well (possibly caused by the hidden blade?). His fingers were long and a bit thinner than her own. Slowly, she intertwined their fingers, holding him closer. It felt safer, it felt right, even if that voice at the back of her mind told her she was walking over thin ice. Was she? Why?
Her eyes shot open again when she felt Desmond’s hold on her hand get tighter.
“If you’re going to keep me company through the night, at least make sure you’re sleeping as well.” There it was, that sleepy voice again. She smirked at him.
“Why are you always so demanding?”
Nevertheless she released his hand and got up. On the far side of the room she grabbed her own rolled sleeping bag and set it down right next to Desmond’s. After tucking herself in, she shot her hand out, holding it in front of him. With a smile, he gladly took her hand, twining their fingers again.
Without a warning, Desmond moved his body forward, getting his sleeping bag even closer, until it touched her own. However, Lucy once again found herself surprised at the fact that she didn’t mind. Even when Desmond’s forehead touched hers and he closed his eyes to a deep slumber, she actually enjoyed it. In a matter of minutes she had closed her own as well, just listening to his slow breathing. It was comforting and she hated to admit it.
Walking over thin ice my ass. She had long ago drowned without realizing.
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The next day they headed to the Colosseum and Lucy did not come back, nor did Desmond’s screams and nightmares. But that was okay, because he wouldn’t wake up from the one he got trapped into any time soon.
OP D:
(Anonymous) 2012-12-15 03:17 am (UTC)(link)That was like a handful of ice going down my shirt. Thank you so much Anon!
Re: Slumber (Desmond/Lucy)
I remember now another reason I never read fic anymore
cause I can't take this fucking pain to my heart knowing my OTP was so close to canon and then SHE DIED!