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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6

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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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Grandmaster's orders

(Anonymous) 2015-05-01 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
List of several beautiful decisions Altair made as the grandmaster. Malik didn't approve.
"Every other tuesday I get to punch everyone in the face."
"altair no"
"Sodomy Sunday!"

Re: Grandmaster's orders

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(Anonymous) 2015-05-07 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I just want something cuddly with Ezio. I feel like he's an excellent hugger and post-coital-snuggler (although he won't admit to that second one). Can I get a little fluffy something with my favourite Italian Assassino snuggling/hugging someone to within an inch of their lives please?

Vampire!Haytham and Werewolf!Ziio makes a Hybrid!Connor

(Anonymous) 2015-05-11 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Well........ it was only a 1% chance the Vampire sperm would fertilize the Werewolf egg. And on those rare occasions, the offspring is usually one or the other. They did not expect this.

I would simply love to see a fic where Connor grows up thinking he's just like any of the other wolf cubs.... sure, he may have a fascination with the blood of prey, but nobody has to know..... and maybe silver doesn't so much burn him as much as heat up his skin to the point of pain, but that just makes him special, doesn't it......?

When he and Haytham get into their feud, he, too, has no reason to believe Connor is anything other than a particularly strong werewolf.

But then puberty hits and suddenly, he's teething fangs and AAAAARRRRRGH what's happening!? It's not exactly hard to figure out fangs are growing in. When Cubs teethe, they chew on everything. So when Connor teethes.... again...... he chews on EVERYTHING. It is not discreet when you stop a chase to chew on - No, Connor, you don't know where that's BEEN!

So Daddy Haytham not only has to try to keep his half Werewolf son from exposing Vampires with his wild Werewolf ways of dealing with strictly Vampire issues, but has to bring him into the fold. Vampires do not punish their own for living, hybrid or not, and he does not belong with humans. Besides, even Charles Lee cannot deny what a valuable asset he is, with the power of both races.

Connor is not happy about this. NO, he's not gonna seduce prey and drink their blood. NO, he's not gonna turn into some wimpy little bat when he can be a strong, powerful wolf. NO, he's not gonna wear shoes indoors. NO, he's not gonna stop chewing the table leg, HIS MOUTH HURTS!

HayCon, Anything Based On This

(Anonymous) 2015-05-15 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
This is a drabble and a picture.
It should be a full thing.
Picture is work safe.
Original credit to legallyblind-assassin


Re: HayCon, Anything Based On This

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(Anonymous) 2015-05-17 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
I need this so bad

(Anonymous) 2016-08-13 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
This is horrible. “C’mon, give it to me.”


Desmond has terrible tastes in sex partners. “Cooome on.”


“For fuck’s sake, you’re a terrible boyfriend, why do I even like you.”

Desmond can tell that if he was less the stoic type, Altaïr would pull the sheets over his head in protest. “I have work early tomorrow, I don’t have time to humor you.”

He knows that, but he’s been on edge all day, if he doesn’t get fucked now he’ll go crazy. “Seriously, who the hell has to beg their boyfriend to fuck them? What is your problem? Let’s just have a quickie and be done with it, I’m not asking for dinner and candles and hours of foreplay. Just do me.”

Altaïr is staring at him like he doesn’t have the patience to deal with his shit. Too bad for him. He’s the one that asked him out, the one that first talked about getting serious, the one that picked their place. He’s the one that needs to meet his fucking needs, pun totally intended. “Do it now or I’m walking out, I swear. I need this so bad.”

Altaïr sighs, pushes back the sheets and before Desmond knows it, he’s flat on his back with Altaïr on top of him, pulling off the shirt Desmond didn’t have time to remove and throwing it on the corner of the room. It hits the floor soundlessly. Even if it had broken the bedside lamp, Desmond wouldn’t have noticed, not with Altaïr kissing the breath out of him, his hands grabbing at his boxer until there’s nothing keeping him away from giving Desmond what he begged for.

When he finally separates their lips, he has two lubed fingers inside Desmond, pushing in hard and fast. “You don’t get to complain that you’re sore next morning.”

Fuck yeah. Like he would, and he’d say so if he could actually get a few sounds out other than moans and gasps and grunts as his hands scramble on Altaïr’s waist, his back, his shoulders. Altaïr grins. Looks like he got it. This is gonna be fun.

I love this

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Frottage if you please

(Anonymous) 2015-05-26 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
We haven't seen any Giovanni/Lorenzo for a while. They wear so much clothing (Lorenzo especially). So why don't we see some frotting going on against the wall or the desk in Lorenzo's office.
Super Duper Bonus points if Lorenzo just grabs Gio as he's climbing through the window. Toppy Lorenzo ftw!
Epic Super Duper Bonus points if one of them cums so hard the pass out (its the writer's choice who).

Conhayth pampering

(Anonymous) 2015-05-27 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
I want Haytham doting over Connor. Giving him a massage, brushing his hair, etc. The circumstances are up to you. Maybe Connor had a bad day, maybe Haytham just wanted to be nice, whatever. It must be romantic. Sex is not required, but welcomed.

Fill: Solicitude

(Anonymous) 2015-05-27 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I kept it pretty simple, I hope OP doesn't mind!

Connor crashed into Haytham’s estate with a bang, staggering past furniture and pushing through doors before slowly and painfully dragging himself up the staircase. Blood oozed from the wounds in his shoulder, throat and thigh, staining his robes and dripping onto the carpeted floor.

He had to reach his father. He had to make sure he was all right.

At last he made it to the landing at the top of the stairs, pausing for a moment to grip the railing and catch his breath, knuckles white with the effort of keeping himself upright.

He heard someone running and forced his head up to see who it was.

Haytham appeared from the darkened corridor, his face filled with concern as he took in Connor’s appearance.

“What happened?” he demanded.

“Mercenaries,” Connor choked out. “All dead.” He smiled briefly, rueful, as he pressed a hand to his neck and saw it come away bloody. “They were difficult.”

“Can you walk?” Haytham asked.

Connor nodded. However as he let go of the railing, his knees buckled beneath him, and he lost consciousness before he even hit the floor.

Haytham cursed and crouched by him, painfully aware he wasn’t able to move Connor himself. Brushing the Assassin’s blood and sweat-stained hair from his face, he stood and called for one of his servants to fetch a doctor.

When Connor came to, he found himself in a bed. Haytham’s bed, he realised, recognising the room.

“Are you all right?” his father asked from where he was seated by the bed.

Connor thought about it. “My head hurts,” he admitted.

Haytham nodded. “Yes, you have a concussion,” he explained. “On top of everything else. You’re lucky to be alive.”

Connor’s lips quirked. “So I have been told.”

“I don’t know what you’re smiling about,” Haytham said gruffly, but Connor saw his lips twitch in response.

“Thank you for caring for me,” Connor said sincerely. “I-... I am sorry for the trouble.”

“It was no trouble,” Haytham said dismissively. “The doctor did all the work.”

Connor rolled his eyes, shifting closer so he could grab a fistful of Haytham’s coat and drag him closer. Once Haytham was within range, he kissed him, feeling his father’s surprised intake of breath against his mouth before he was kissing back.

Connor felt Haytham’s relief and affection bleed into the kiss as it deepened, and couldn’t help smiling as the Templar drew back.

“Thank you,” he said again, firmly.

Haytham looked a bit dazed. “I-... you’re welcome,” he replied.

Connor refused to be confined to bed rest, but reluctantly agreed to be careful until he was fully healed.

About a week after the altercation with the mercenaries, Connor returned to Haytham’s property for a visit.

Haytham looked him over appraisingly as he opened his bedroom window so the Assassin could climb through. “You look tired,” he said accusingly.

Connor snorted. “No doubt.” His muscles ached, and his wounds had been paining him for all that they were healing.

Haytham closed the window, then returned his attention to his son. “When was the last time you bathed?” he asked pointedly. “You look as if you’ve been rolling in mud.”

“Stop it,” said Connor sharply, uncomfortable with his father’s fussing.

Haytham sighed. “If you’re not going to take care of yourself, then someone else is going to have to,” he said reasonably, and to Connor’s utter horror he turned on his heel so he could ring for a servant to attend him.

“What are you doing?” Connor demanded.

Haytham raised an eyebrow. “Calling for a bath. If you think I’m letting you on any of my furniture like that, let alone my bed, you are sadly mistaken.”

Connor frowned at him, but did not reply.

After the tub was brought up and filled with steaming hot water, Connor
reluctantly stripped off and let himself sink into the bath.

It was a relief to feel clean again if he was being honest with himself – not that he’d ever admit it to Haytham.

He let himself soak for a while before starting to soap himself clean, ignoring the Templar who had returned to the book he’d been reading before Connor had arrived.

To Connor’s annoyance, his arms were quite stiff, and sharp pain shot through them if he tried to bend them too much.

Haytham glanced up at Connor’s hiss of pain as he tried to wash his back, and set his book aside once more.

“Oh stop hurting yourself, you stubborn fool,” he said, but there was no heat in his voice. He knelt by the bath and rolled up his sleeves. “Give me the soap.”

“What?” Connor twisted to try and look at his father but quickly gave up as his neck was jolted painfully. He sighed, and offered the soap to the man behind him.

A warm hand rested lightly on one of his shoulders, encouraging him to lean forward, and then he felt the bar of soap being drawn carefully across his back, mindful of his many bruises and scratches.

Connor sighed and closed his eyes, deciding to enjoy this odd brand of tenderness, rare as it was.

They sat in peaceful silence for a time, broken only by the occasional splash of water.

A soap-slick hand gently worked its way across Connor’s back, rubbing in the suds and easing his tired muscles. All too quickly it was gone, and the Assassin couldn’t help exhaling at the loss.

“We’d better wash your hair too,” Haytham murmured by his ear.

Connor could only nod in agreement, too tired to argue.

Ducking his head beneath the water to wet it, Connor settled back against the edge of the bath, closing his eyes again as he felt his father’s clever fingers untying his braid and setting the coloured beads aside for later. Those same fingers combed through the rest of his hair, untangling the knots before beginning to rub soap into the strands to wash it.

Connor couldn’t help exhaling in quiet pleasure as he felt fingertips massaging his scalp, and Haytham chuckled in response, indulging him longer than was necessary to clean him.

“All right,” Haytham said at last, letting his hands drop. “Rinse it out.”

Connor obeyed without thought, slumping back down in the tub to let the water wash out all the soap and dirt and blood that had previously matted it.

When Haytham decided that he was clean, he wrapped Connor in a large towel that had been warmed by the fire and dried him off.

“Go and sit by the fire,” he ordered, soon coming to kneel behind him so he could comb his wet hair out and redo his braid.

“Are you satisfied?” Connor asked, amused.

Haytham smirked at him, leaning in to press a kiss to Connor’s cheek. “You’ll do I suppose.”

“What a relief,” his son replied dryly, then turned so he could kiss Haytham properly.

Warm and comfortable by the heat of the fire, Connor was content to curl up in Haytham’s loose embrace, breathing in the familiar scent of him.

The Templar looked down at him in fond exasperation, letting him rest against him for a while before coaxing him up so he could get into bed.

Making sure the covers were tucked around Connor properly, Haytham sat by him and stroked his mostly dry hair until he fell into a deep sleep.

Re: Fill: Solicitude

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I had a crap day at work. I need crossdressing Shaun.

(Anonymous) 2015-05-27 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Not sure where this want came from but here it is.

Shaun's secret kink is wearing feminine clothing. Just frilly soft panties ("knickers", he'd call them, insisting on proper Brit lingo) under his normal clothes as he goes about his business, or full-on crossdressing in his alone time. One of the other moderns (filler's choice: Desmond? Rebecca? Lucy? Clay? William, even? XD XD) discovers it somehow and is amused as fuck, but also weirdly aroused by crossdressed!Shaun. Shaun's all angry at his secret being exposed and says he will do anything in order to keep (Other Character) from telling anyone else.

please remember all britishisms for various clothing, e.g. "pants" are American "underpants" and American "pants" are "trousers" etc

Re: I had a crap day at work. I need crossdressing Shaun.

(Anonymous) 2015-05-28 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
I am so on this. ShaunDes okay? Smut's my jam, so it'd definitely have some of that, too.

FILL: Paradox 1/2(?)

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(Anonymous) 2015-05-28 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Recently started Rogue and I've run out of fics to read D:
Maybe a sexy timez after Shay joins the Templars? I'm really up for anything at this point!

Clay's stuck in Lucy's head

(Anonymous) 2015-06-01 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
So instead of Lucy dying at the end of Brotherhood, she falls into a coma along with Desmond. She's plugged into Baby while Desmond is, I dunno, hooked up to a prototype of the Animus 3.0? Or maybe he just doesn't fall into a coma.
Either way, Clay isn't exactly pleased when Lucy appears in the Black Room instead of Desmond. When she returns to her body, he decides to go with her.
Lucy wakes up with a rather pissed off Clay in her head, which isn't exactly the most useful thing to have when you're a double agent.

Re: Clay's stuck in Lucy's head

(Anonymous) 2015-06-02 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
I'd read the fuck out of this.

(Anonymous) 2015-06-03 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Anything involving how sensitive Connor's chest is/pecs are. Bonus points if there's a vibrator involved, anything is fine.

(Anonymous) 2015-06-04 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)

Has this been done before? If not, why not?

(Anonymous) 2015-06-04 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Ezio pleasuring two women at once. Maybe Cristina rides his dick while Rosa sits on his face and he eats her out. Or whatever. You know a guy like him had to have gotten some threesome action a few times in his life.

re-prompt: A roost for an eagle

(Anonymous) 2015-06-06 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
Lots of Altaïr, huh? Eh, he deserves our love because he's a novice and we love novices. (And arrogant dickwads)
Imma add to the Altaïr prompt list, now.
So, since Altaïr is out on missions a lot and he's only in his twenties, he's probably still got a shitload of "hormones" circling through his system. That said, rubbing one out in the Bureau would just be disrespectful! And, what guard won't try to maim a horny Assassin hiding in an alley with a dick in hand? Haystacks? Altaïr would rather not have hay stabbing his cock no matter what way he moves, lesson learned. So, where is the perfect spot?
The rooftop gardens. They're secluded, comfortable, quiet, and he can stay for as long as he likes.
But since I'm me, gotta have some embarrassment.
Altaïr is lounging around in one when a novice crashes in from a chase, straight onto him and his rod. Cue the most awkward and undignified situation the master assassin has ever been in.
Bonus points if:
-it catches on and more and more often Altaïr finds himself intruding on a novice who's jerking the chicken.
-the novice accidentally yammers to Malik and Altaïr NEVER hears the end of it

Haytham meets Kanen'to:kon

(Anonymous) 2015-06-16 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Connor introduces Kanen'to:kon to his father. Kanen'to:kon seizes the opportunity to embarrass Connor in front of his dad.

How he does this is up to you, anon

Quite the Proposal 1/?

(Anonymous) 2015-10-04 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Keton - who is this?" Never had Kanen'to:kon's curiosity so very piqued.

"You... I thought you'd be hunting."

"I was going to, but I heard of your visit and switched duties with someone else, for I missed you so, soooo much. Who are you trying to hide from me, now?" He grinned.

"This is Haytham Kenway." Connor ground out.

"The Templar Grandmaster you have ranted and raved about murdering for years...?" Tokon blinked.

"Why, Connor, I'm flattered. I thought it was only Charles you wrote passionate speeches about." Haytham drawled.

"Yes Tokon, we... sort of have a truce, seeing as it was... the fault of General Washington. The incident. You know. And sense he revealed the plans that enabled me to save the village this time, he..... insisted on.... coming to meet everyone."

"Why would he want to do that, though?"

"What father would not wish to know the people who mean so much to his son?"

Tokon's mouth dropped. Haytham scoffed. "You didn't tell him? Well, that's a little hurtful. I acknowledged you as my son, didn't I?"

"Just to get past those men!"

"Regardless. It's very rude. I suppose I will have to introduce myself properly, won't I? Haytham Kenway, how do you do?" He was pleasantly surprised when he received an actual handshake. "Kanen'to:kon, but Tokon is fine. Our names do not run easy on foreign tongues."

"Your English is quite remarkable. When did you study?"

"I learned the basics from Keton's mother alongside him when we were young, and decided to finish learning the language when he ran off to become an assassin at the behest of a spirit. It would be pretty difficult to check in on him otherwise."

"......a spirit, hm?" Haytham glanced at Connor. "And what sort of plants do you burn, exactly?"

"Never you mind. We hardly came to meditate. You have seen everything, we can leave now!" He said sharply.

"Hold on now, Keton! Don't be so shy! All this time, you never told me this man was your father? And then you attempt to sneak him past me while I'm away.... and now you would just whisk him away before I can even ask him?"

"Ask him wha - No. No!"

"I've studied the pale face ritual involving this extensively, don't worry. I know exactly what I'm doing."

"It has been years, Kanen'to:kon! Spirits, stop dragging it on! It isn't funny!"

"You're right! No more dragging on, the time is now!" He dramatically whirled around to face a now interested Haytham Kenway and declared, "I would like permission to court your son."

Connor's shriek of pure frustration made all the birds in the area flutter away hurriedly. Every head turned they're way, eyes wide in alarm. "I know, I am excited too!" Tokon smirked, grabbing one of Connor's hands in both of his. Connor tried to yank it free as his friend went on. "I have done just about everything. I have already proved myself as a provider, I am the finest hunter in the entire clan." He boasted.

"You'll need to be when I hunt you down you!" Connor growled.

"I have built the home we shall live in." He said, pointing to it.

"I have the Homestead and you know it - you actually built a - !?" He did a double take.

"It has its own fire pit, Keton. Only the best." Tokon grinned, pinching his cheek. "And yet, you do not accept my bonding gift. Somehow, I have not yet proved myself as a good enough mate for you to make good on our pact."

"I was seven!" Connor snarled. "And you were not supposed to actually try and meet those demands, I just wanted you to stop talking! Stop talking this instant!"

"After meditating on it, I realized.... I have only satisfied half your spirit. The other half is of the pale race, and there are customs they have all their own." He looked at Haytham. "And I am very willing to fulfill these customs, if you will allow me the honor."

"I swear to the spirits, Tokon, I am going to - " Connor hissed, face red.

"I give my blessing. You may court my son." Haytham said smoothly.

Connor sputtered, staring at Haytham with wide eyes.

"You're clearly very intelligent and well spoken, especially considering your background. It's clear you are even more well versed in manners than my own son.... perhaps he'll follow your example in embracing etiquette.... and if you have worked to fulfill his every standard thus far, what kind of monster would I be to stand in the way of your love?" He put a hand to his (evil, black) heart.

"But - wha - !?" Managed to crawl from Connor's throat.

"Besides, perhaps it'll give poor Charles a break." Haytham smirked.

"Oh, I hope so. You don't have to try and make me so jealous, Keton. I am already crazy about you." Tokon said innocently.

"You're really going to do this. You.... you jackass. I can kill you in seven ways right now, but you're going to keep the damn joke going." Connor said, numb with shock.

"I am willing to chaperon a first date tomorrow night." Haytham went on. "Is eight acceptable?"

"Eight is not acceptable!" Connor's screech went unheeded.

"Yes, that's quite perfect. Oh, Keton.... until next we meet, will you think of me as I will you?" Tokon brushed his hair back.

He was rewarded with a hard punch to the face. "I'll be thinking of all the ways I'll cause you pain if you show up and try to date me, Kanen'to:kon!" Connor roared, storming off through the trees.

"Farewell, my love, until next I gaze upon you!" He heard behind him.

It wasn't long before Haytham's laughter caught up with him.

"Shut up. Right this second."

"I can't believe you didn't tell me about your suitor!"

"I will leave you in this forest to die."

"What a charming young man. I'm clearing my schedule tomorrow night for you. No need to thank me, seeing you happy is a reward in itself."

"I will gift wrap you for a bear if I hear one more word!"

"One day, you have a blade to your child's throat.... the next, you're on the verge of giving him away on his wedding day. Where does the time go?" Haytham sniffled.

The large rock that pelted him in the stomach was worth the cursing that came from his normally stoic son's mouth. Oh, Haytham could not wait to drink to this with his comrades. Charles would be so happy for the lad, he was sure.

Re: Quite the Proposal 1/?

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(Anonymous) 2015-06-18 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
I was watching 'The Man in the Iron Mask' the other day and I got to the part where Louis and Christine just got done having sex and Louis said "Of all the wonders I have seen, I have never looked upon anything as beautiful as you." and for some reason Connor popped into my head.

I want Haytham saying this to Connor. The circumstances don't matter. Maybe Connor has little self-esteem, maybe Haytham wanted to be romantic, whatever. It has to be genuine and it has to be cute. The rest is up to you.

Re: Beautiful

(Anonymous) 2015-07-08 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
cute! seconding

Edward Kenway/James Kidd(Mary Read) - Outsider POV, not-quite M/M

(Anonymous) 2015-06-18 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
So Edward and Mary are together, either as a friends-with-benefits sorta thing or a romantic relationship. And that's fine...except Mary is obviously still James to everyone else.

Can be humorous, cracky, serious, angsty, whatever.

Bonus, though, if you include a scene with something like someone walking in on them and, sure, all they really saw was Kenway on top of Kidd and Kidd's legs wrapped around Kenway's waist and Kenway's ass moving as he clearly goes to town on Kidd's and oh god cannot unsee why?!?!

Re: Edward Kenway/James Kidd(Mary Read) - Outsider POV, not-quite M/M

(Anonymous) 2015-06-18 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)

And that bonus scene! O_O

Ezio/Leo and Raphael/Leo = Jealous!Ezio

(Anonymous) 2015-06-27 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm studying Raphael for my thesis and this popped inot my brain. Ezio/Leo have an established on-off FWB type relationship (basically, they love each other and have great sex, but those two things are not linked). And then Ezio and Leo part ways while Ezio is hunting Cesare Borgia and has no time for sexing up Leo. And Leo meets this fine looking, talented artist, who was born in 1483, making him about half Ezio's age, and the two artists have quite a bit in common, including an appreciation of one another's cocks, and so they embark on a delightful fling.

Until. UNTIL.

Ezio rescues Leo from the creepy-ass cult, and FINALLY gives his blessing for Salaì, only to realise that Leo really does have a thing for younger men - and gets weirdly jealous of Raphael.

Bonus points:

If Salaì shrugs and doesn't really care if Leo is romantically involved with Raphael as long as he still acts as sugar daddy, and super bonus if he tries to copy Raphael's art/claim it as his work.

Raphael is as attracted to Ezio as he is to Leo, but Ezio freaks the fuck out if the word threesome comes up in conversation.

Humour and fluff, all the way :D

Achilles finds out

(Anonymous) 2015-06-28 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
Achilles finds out about Connor and Haytham's relationship, but to their surprise, he's ok with it.

Bonus points if Achilles isn't ok with it at first but then he sees them cuddling and he adopts the "If he's happy, I'm ok with it" mentality.

Re: Achilles finds out

(Anonymous) 2015-07-08 08:13 am (UTC)(link)

crossovers?? detentionaire or marvel comics.

(Anonymous) 2015-06-28 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Preface: I'd perfer gen , or non-sexual pairings, if you choose to go down that road. That said!

Two crossovers I had in mind. One's... very obscure. But fits too well!

Im talking about Detentionaire. Its a Canadian cartoon that focuses on Lee Ping, a first generation Korean-Canadian, as his sophmore year is ruined by a massive prank that he's been framed for. He gets a year's worth of detention for this, and decides to sneak out of detention to prove that he doesn't belong in detention.
Theres a much larger story going on, and ends a season too early-- literally, they were at the climax of the third arc, too many things happen-- but there's a lot really great stuff. Lots of sneaking through vents; a corporation hellbent on controlling humanity through dubious experiments in genetic experimentation, cloning, brainwashing, and clever marketing; a protagonists genetically fucked up family (who's a clone?? How did you not know these people were clones?? Do you even work for above-stated corporation?? did you sign off on that????); lots of interesting, out-of-the-blue, but definitely planned betrayals; and a spirit guide hrouh the form of an... animal? Cryptid? Whatever. My point: Lee Ping lends himself well to a Templar-Assassin conflict sort of a la Shaun Hastings and Desmond Miles: probably some genetic help from Assassins/ Templars, but thrown head-first into the secret war because conspiracy!!! For the truth!!! I think an anon willing to throw themselves into some research-- I will totally help you!!-- would find this crossover to be a lot of fun! Quite possibly an excersize in terror and a lesson in refining Google searches.

Different, definitely more mainstream prompt:

Marvel. Specifically, Hawkeye, because let's face it, Whedon's been shafting the poor bastard. Here's what I'm thinking:
Canon: Clint Barton lived in an abusive home until Harold Barton got drunk and killed himself and his wife in a car accident. (This is Earth-616, which is the Civil War universe as we know it, and probably where MCU is headed.) Then, he gets shunted through foster homes with his older brother, until he lives in the circus, gets taught how to shoot, and coerced into a life of crime before getting beaten near to death for putting his foot down one day. He's somewhere around 17 then, I think. What I want: I want a Brotherhood member to have been scouting him. Like, "look at this kid, the throws knives, does some acrobatics, and shoots shit flawlessly. He's in the fucking circus,with clearly nobody else there for him, he's practically pre-trained, and he's perfect I want him." Maybe an immortal!ancestor? Dunno weirder things have happened in the MCU. Cue Assassin taking him in and teaching him, and then he goes to SHIELD/ Avengers after some Brotherhood stuff. At some point, a thing happens, and Clint's got to harbour Assassins in Avengers Tower, or perhaps Cap was an old Assassin? I can't see him as a Templar. Imagine the shenanigans-- "yeah I was an informat, took a job drawing dirty pictures to pass on information, who looks for German codebreakers in Tijuana bibles?" "Son of a fuck, that was you? Il Mentore couldnt stop giggling for ages over that, gave Davenport a fit of vapors every time. Amazing."

Tl, dr: I want either Lee Ping: whoops, I am an Assassin now, all I wanted to do was clear my name and settle back into high school obscurity, or Clint Barton: shenanigans as a late 20th century Assassin, and accidentally Assassin-ing with Avengers. Maybe with immortal!ancestors on the side. Or Cap-sassin. Or both!

if write!anon wants or needs any clarification/ a hand with research, I'd be glad to assist.

Haytham and little Connor

(Anonymous) 2015-07-03 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
A cute prompt were Connor was sent to live with Haytham shortly after his village was burnt. A thunderstorm happens with Connor wanting to snuggle with his father for comfort, and that's how both father and son spend the rest of the night.

Can you paint with all the Connors of the wind?

(Anonymous) 2015-07-04 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Song fic time! I want Connor singing Colors of the Wind to Haytham. The circumstances are up to you. Have fun!

Re: Can you paint with all the Connors of the wind?

(Anonymous) 2015-07-12 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't know why, but this prompt kind of tickled me and off my brain went. So here's a fill for you.

“Think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name”

Haytham took a deep, fortifying breath, no more helpful to his despairing psyche than it had been in the last decade. He let it out and leaned back, hands pulling out the top draw of his desk in search of the omnipresent earplugs that had taken up residence since last Christmas, when the soundtrack for Pocahontas had turned up under the tree.
‘Damn you Charles for ever buying him that film.’

“You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew”

Although it was hardly fair to blame Charles. In the months leading up to his Birthday after Haytham had flown all the way to America and all the way back to retrieve the son his dead once-lover had left behind over ten years ago, Ratonhnhake ton took up an unnatural, positively visceral dislike to Charles almost instantly. It was hardly surprising to Haytham that the other man, not being made of stone and put much of his energy into attempting to get into the child’s good graces.
In the end it had taken a brand new copy of Pocahontas and the man’s willingness to sing along, owing to his own experiences with his twin daughters and endless renditions about circles of life and how everybody wanted to be a cat. Haytham suppressed a shudder at the memory of the Jazz-ridden number involving cats prancing about the screen with musical instruments as it flashed through various colours.

“Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bob cat why he grins
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind”

Yes it could have been much worse. And at least Pocahontas involved a historical figure, as inaccurate a rendition as the story was.
Haytham sighed again as he realised that due his earplugs being disposable and his unwillingness to incite an ear infection he had run out. If he wanted to be able to ignore the fact that his fifteen year old son had never quite grown out of singing along to Disney and get on with his work, he was going to have to confront the problem directly.

“Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once never wonder what they're worth”

Haytham rose from his seat.
If he was fair about it, and he did try to be, there was nothing wrong with Connor’s singing voice, although the deepness he was beginning to grow into was somewhat at odds with the female vocalist and the violins.
But he was a big lad, always head and shoulders over most of his classmates, with a strong diaphragm, so his voice was loud.
Haytham tried not to discourage his son from singing in the house. The boy enjoyed it so, although when Hickey had produced Guitar Hero III for Connor’s last birthday he had retreated to help Charles’ wife in the kitchen when the discovery of Rock you Like a Hurricane and When you were Young had been made. Charles’ and Connor’s singing alongside Hickey’s shouting had simply been too much and taking over the icing nozzle had been far easier on his eardrums.

“The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle of a hoop that never ends”

Haytham wasn’t surprised by what he saw. Connor liked to have music on when he did his homework and Haytham had discovered that because it made it easier to sing, Connor would sit up straight at his desk so he didn‘t discourage it. The young man wasn’t in a band. He didn’t even take any lessons. He just liked to sing.
The Father hovered in the doorway a moment, watching as Connor’s pen scrawled away at what looked to be some sort of essay. Probably on poetry, looking at the page the Anthology propped against the windowsill was open at.
It was hardly surprising that the film had stuck with Connor, or that the song had so much draw. Haytham had done his best to remember that Connor was attached to his Native American heritage, even across the other side of the Atlantic. Anytime the boy wanted to talk about it he would listen and there were things scattered about his room. But it wasn’t much really. Modern England was not the most multicultural of places outside of cities and Connor assimilated well, and should it really be so surprising that a story about an Indian woman falling in love with an Englishman would somehow connect with Connor?

“Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or let the eagle tell you where he's been
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind”

“Can you paint with all the colours of the wind”
Connor twisted in his seat at the sound of his Father’s voice, a grin jumping onto his face. Haytham wasn’t much of a singer. He’d just had too much exposure to Hakuna Mattata over the years but still father and son breathed as one, preparing themselves for the next verse of a song learned from one man’s peace offering all those years ago.

“How high does the sycamore grow
If you cut it down then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colours of the wind

You can own the earth and still
All you own is earth until
You can paint with all the colours of the wind”

The song played its last few notes and then trumpets sounded. Haytham gave the CD player a sharp glance as Connor laughed, standing up to turn it off.
“I know. I prefer Part two of Savages myself.” Haytham chuckled at the boy, already an inch shy of his own height. “Did I forget one of my chores?”
Haytham blinked, before he remembered that he was in his son’s room and hadn’t told him why.
“No, no, nothing like that.” Haytham answered. “Although you did miss one of the cat’s toys when you did the roundup.” Connor gave a guilty grin with a helpless shrug.
“As fast as I pick them up she moves them. I’m sure she still thinks she’s a kitten.” a bundle of fur on his bed raised a dainty calico head, with a sleepy glare. “Yes we’re talking about you Little Devil.”
Haytham chuckled again.
“I was coming to tell you to quiet down a little.” Haytham admitted. “But that seems somewhat unnecessary now. Those papers don’t really need looking at for another week anyway.”
“I thought you liked getting ahead.” Connor commented. “That’s why I have to do homework the day it’s set.”
“You have to do homework the day it’s set because if you don’t you won’t do it at all.” Haytham answered in a manner both stern and fond. “I’ll get some new earplugs tomorrow.”
“Why not just tell me to be quiet if my singing’s that bad?”
“To begin with, there’s nothing wrong with your singing and to finish, you enjoy it and believe it or not I prefer a happy son to a solemn one. It’s worth more than all the reviewed paperwork in the world. It’s also hardly your fault that I am incapable of working in anything but very quiet ambient noise.”
Connor smiled.
“Thanks Rakeni.” Haytham smiled, taking two steps forward to press a kiss to his boy’s forehead. “Finish your homework. It’s about time I started on dinner anyway.”
The player beeped and the trumpets continued.

If anyone's wondering about the trumpets, the next song on the Pocahontas Soundtrack after Colours of the wind is Savages Part 1.
Hope you enjoyed it.

Re: Can you paint with all the Connors of the wind?

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I'll Make An Assassin Out Of You

(Anonymous) 2015-07-06 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Based on the Mulan song 'I'll Make A Man Out Of You', with this featuring assassin creed characters (including Shay & Haytham with the assassin's), with other characters, like from other video games, movies, and marvel characters (I would love to have Loki as a marvel character added). And they are featured training to be assassins with whoever anon wants as the 'Mulan' character, and whoever anon wants as the 'Shang' character.

This is the original lyrics:

Let's get down to business
To defeat the Huns
Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?
You're the saddest bunch I ever met
But you can bet before we're through
Mister, I'll make a man out of you

Tranquil as a forest
But on fire within
Once you find your center
You are sure to win
You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot
And you haven't got a clue
Somehow I'll make a man out of you

I'm never gonna catch my breath
Say goodbye to those who knew me
Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym
This guy's got 'em scared to death
Hope he doesn't see right through me
Now I really wish that I knew how to swim

Be a man
We must be swift as a coursing river
Be a man
With all the force of a great typhoon
Be a man
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon

Time is racing toward us till the Huns arrive
Heed my every order and you might survive
You're unsuited for the rage of war
So pack up, go home you're through
How could I make a man out of you?

[repeat Chorus]

[repeat Chorus]

And this is my version, but anon can change it:

Let's get down to business
To defeat the Templars
Did they send me novacies when I asked for fighters?
You're the saddest bunch I ever met
But you can bet before we're through
Mister, I'll make an assassin out of you

Tranquil as a forest
But on fire within
Once you find your center
You are sure to win
You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot
And you haven't got a clue
Somehow I'll make an assassin out of you

I'm never gonna catch my breath
Say goodbye to those who knew me
Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym
This guy's got 'em scared to death
Hope he doesn't over do it on me
Now I really wish that I knew how to swim

Be an assassin
We must be swift as a coursing river
Be an assassin
With all the force of a great typhoon
Be an assassin
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon

Time is racing toward us till the Templars arrive
Heed my every order and you might survive
You're unsuited for the rage of war
So pack up, go home you're through
How could I make an assassin out of you?

[repeat Chorus]

[repeat Chorus]

Trans woman Lucy and cis woman Rebecca

(Anonymous) 2015-07-19 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Trans woman Lucy and cis woman Rebecca unwind after a mission with gentle tender lovin'.


(Anonymous) 2015-07-29 07:57 am (UTC)(link)

Re: lucy

(Anonymous) 2015-07-31 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Lucy Stillman says what?

(Anonymous) 2015-08-07 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Oooh. Interesting. Seconding