asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6

Like the topic says, can I have some sweet happy times of Aya and Khemu please ? <3

I adore Bayek. I also couldn't help but think how well these two could mesh. Would love to read anything on this (ultra rare?) ship. Bonus points for Aya being her amazing self 'cause I love her too.

(So I'm kind of already writing this, but knowing me I won't be finishing it any time soon. Or within the year. Hoping some kind Anon could take up the ship, maybe we can inspire each other?)

(My apologies, OP. Aya couldn't make the cut. I hope this suffices.)

Leonardo didn't appreciate how juvenile it all felt.

He loathed how the secret left an impression of guilt in his mouth, tar and cinders and smoke when he had not burned anything recently nor done anything, well, considerably indecent. How it curled and bubbled and broiled beneath his skin, something unique and sharp beneath his very creases. He really didn’t appreciate how voyeuristic it felt, how he aspired to be caught to some extent if only to share his bewildered joy, but every other factor in the equation weighed it all down. The consequences of Ezio finding out he had kept it a secret for so long, then the fact that a part of him yet wanted it to be kept a secret were unwitting factors.

It felt a bit like cheating and he’d like to think he wasn’t the sort. Leonardo was well aware that he has hardly had a companion since Ezio had strutted into his workshop. While his friend was dashing in his own rights, their friendships had yet to turn. If it would at all. Instead, he sacrificed sins of the flesh for those of the mind. It was more than an equal trade, and those ... Apples of Ezio’s were worlds inside themselves.

Each time Leonardo grasped one, thoughts and notions and visions of building were structured within his sight. Motorized wagons and contraptions that could make humans fly and vessels that would allow them to plummets through the depths of the oceans. He could name them all and map their blueprints with shaky fingertips if he truly aspired, but it was all hazy without constant contact. His perception of time had long since become skewered since his first usage of the Apple.

His consciousness could expand across the entirety of the globe and he could glimpse into dark corridors and tombs where the other Pieces were kept. Once, he was met with the awareness of being glimpsed into. The paranoia and frenzied irritability that ensued from that was enough for him to reconsider doing that again. It was an ordeal, though, to have felt infinity through his veins and phantom aches of migraines as they bloomed inside his skull with reachable knowledge and then have to settle back into his body made of flesh and blood.

There were other consequences, too. The Apple spoke in concepts and ideas without the sharp vowels of any language spoken. They were easy to decipher when the meaning was presented so clearly and profoundly to him. There was even a slow drawl of humanity etched into a corner of this Apple, something that reminded him of sharp-angled cursive and sharp vowels and something so distinctly human. That area was easier to decipher, to become tangible as someone’s verbal journal. The still-frames -- not paintings but memories frozen -- etched in that corner were of Masyaf, of Assassins and blades and of loss. There had been a temple that felt colossal as the journalist described it. The the weight of what transpired had there that made it so. It marred his thoughts and a few times he awoke with a language not of his own on his tongue.

The true reason why he had felt this way, plagued with guilt as he was, was because of the figure who lingered there at the corner of his sight. He had been an apparition before, brought forth by the Apple, at the edges of his eyes. His surprise lingered, especially so when his features seemed particularly human. He hadn't seemed alive, more shapes and whispers than man at first. With time, however, the stranger became more apparent and corporeal, nothing like those godly sights he would see on occasion when he stayed in the Apple.

He was a hulking figure with scars that marred his arms more than genuine flesh did. He was taller, darker, and would have been a great deal imposing if he didn’t tower by each individual window that Leonardo had every time Leonardo spotted him. His gaze hooded, he stared out into the busy streets of the Italian city with disinterest - both in the people and in Leonardo himself. He hadn’t dared acknowledge Leonardo in the slightest and dissipated at the slightest motion of approach.

He was about as bulky as one of the guards were with toned muscles and well worn features. His knuckles were bruised but his smile, when it would later grow apparent later, was amiable. There’s a distinct hum to his skin, of electric currents as they pulsed beneath him. Even at first glance, the knowledge of his otherworldliness had not escaped Leonardo. To even make a guess that he was a live person who had just wandered in had been laughable. Although, never once had the Apple told him he was a danger.

When the Italian didn’t work on his inventions he attempted to figure out the mystery of the man. Of the finely woven cloth that draped across him and the way he stood. The pained way his shoulders arched when he pondered for too long, the sort of way he recognized from Ezio’s posture again and again when he thought Leonardo hadn’t looked. With time he seemed to gain more interest in the livelihood outside but only with the vague sort of curiosity that someone would when they had nowhere else to go.

Gradually, the stranger turned to watch him and the way that Leonardo spread the cloth around his boards to make a canvas or the way his ink dotted along his pages. It was strange, to have someone hover nearby and to watch him work. It wasn’t with the air of someone knowledgeable or even with the artistic flair of someone who had a genuine taste for the arts. Or, in Ezio’s case, to wait for him to reach an acceptable point to break into his concentration. There seemed to be no reason as to his watching, just a bland sort of detachment.

They never spoke, at first, and in the end he couldn’t decipher how long it had been since the man first stood in in his one-story workshop, but with unmarked time the other began to wander closer. There wasn’t an unfriendly nature to him, not that he could tell anyhow, and he only ever approached as close as the end of the table. Where Ezio fell asleep to his quiet tinkering, the apparition only watched silently.

Eventually, they speak, or some skewed form of it. The words were soft-lilted, even though his tone was a little more like charcoal and dust. They were not the sharp, angular vowels and passive fervour of the speaker in the Apple - not that he would have made that assumption in the first place. It had been no language that Leonardo knew and none that Ezio had known - he had made an attempt to fumble through a couple words that only resulted in a baffled look. There was something distinctly predatory about him, militaristic and orderly, even with the lack of weapons on his person. Just as the author in the Apple was pegged easily as a Masyaf Assassin, he was figured to be something similar. Was it a rite of passage to go through such suffering? All three Assassins that he knew bore the lines of loss in their face, in their words or gestures.

It was strange to start caring for him - this man in the hood. Unexpectedly, Leonardo had readily begun to angle his body as he worked for a more comfortable view for the stranger. It was no strain on his part, just a subconscious effort. One that seemed to have an amenable reaction. It also allowed for Leonardo to get a better consideration of the foreigner. The man could loiter by the window, lean against the pane and engage in other recreational activities. He seemed to lack the desire to eat, drink, or use any hygienic facilities. He held a certain edge of respect in his gaze when it lingered on Leonardo, of which his dark eyes held an intelligence that intrigued him more often than not.

Leonardo was not embarrassed to admit that he had kept a journal of things he would notice; the texture of the fabric the non-native seemed to bear, or the intricate designs of his leatherwork. The blemished skin along his fingers and the flat expanse of his palm spoke of a hunting bird of some sort, or perhaps the very pigeons that Ezio worked with. The disposition that spoke of no ill intent but peaceful tranquility. Interesting, he was never there when Leonardo fished out the Apple to peer into it. There was a solemnity inside the artist that foretold it would not bode well if he were to be seen with it. How unfortunate the lives were of those who were sacrificed for the possession of a lone Apple. It was sorrowful how universal it was.

The man would scratch at his shaggy jawline and refused to sit at the stool and instead sprawled across the floor, tucked neatly into the corner. He would muse aloud in that unusual language of his and Leonardo would respond, not with the knowledge of what was said but with the companiable ease that surprisingly came easy. Perhaps it had been the Apple that had deceived him so, made him so docile towards this strange presence in his room and a tolerance for his mannerisms. Not that there was anything wrong with what he did. He mostly loomed there.

He was easy to fill notebooks of. His brooding face; the laugh lines that creased his mouth. The relaxed way he sat, hands lax. The way he stood at the window and the way he leaned over Leonardo's worktable. These bound books are shuffled and put away, proof of his insanity or the existence of transcendence through the Apple. Leonardo has never once considered to tell Ezio of this potential ancestral Assassin here, though. There was something selfish in him, something that wanted to keep the foreigner a secret. There was also the simple fact that it could have been his lunacy that had taken form and he'd rather not assure Ezio of that fact.

His name was finally spoken by candle light - but perhaps it hadn’t been a name at all. A title, a shadow, a glimpse of the person he once was. If he had came from the Apple, was he truly a man anymore? He responded to Bayek though, the stilted way it fell from Leonardo’s lips the first couple times, haphazard and jumbled. It was familiar sounds and gestures that broached the thread of familiarity, that seemed to solidify the reality. Bayek spoke and gestured and with the days that passed understood the names of the paintbrushes and paints that Leonardo commomly used.

Like, Leonardo in turn learned another word for his rug and bed and his window, for his house and friend. They still could not hold a conversation but it was something. This experience felt like a repainted canvas. The more he learned from and of Bayek the more the white paint spread. The more he yearned to restretch the cloth and imagine the lines that creased the work before he had smudged it so.

Bayek eventually spoke of his home. Or what Leonardo had surmised to be so - the familiar ache to his words, the now echoed look on his face. He spoke of Aya and Khemu, names that he was only sure of because of the frequency. He only spoke of it when Leonardo was visibly distressed about how things progressed. When he spent nights plunged into the Apple. When he emerged each time afterwards less intact than he had been before. On some nights, Bayek was there in his room, a presence that couldn’t be shed, a shadow by the wall. Bayek’s hands would trace patterns of comfort onto his skin, sigils and hieroglyphs that started to make more sense with each bolt of knowledge pressed into his brain.

Bayek has become a fixture in Leonardo’s life, a constant that has replaced even his paintings. He was what Leonardo used as the compass of his sanity now, especially when the walls were etched in blood of runes common to the anarchy of the inner Apple. Of glimpses into futures that did not yet exist, of currents of time that pulsate through and around him, disconnected.

Leonardo threw himself into his work, scribbled and scratched until the echoes of what transpired through his sleep and beyond faded gently. Bayek stood at his shoulder now, observant but not invasive. He watched and tangled himself so messily into Leonardo’s life it was hard not to look for him in the crowd. Here, though, Bayek was his in the purest sense of the word. His gestures, his kindness, his words as they bounced across the room. The way his calloused fingers dipped around Leonardo’s wrist, how the lines of his ink spread and the fragility of their friendship thinned.

Bayek was warm and just, and it was not hard to admire his physique, his sharp mind and jagged glass laugh. His attentiveness and quiet nature, the one who talked to fill the void of loneliness but never the quiet in which their friendship stood. Bayek’s features would twist into something indecipherable from time to time, curious but patient. It was directed towards Leonardo’s work but more commonly him. It would be easy to trick himself into belief, or to consider the opposite. The Piece of Eden would surely tell him the fact if he just asked but Leonardo has always preferred hands on experience and experiments rather than a blunt truth. Whatever that look meant, he had hoped it was a mirror of the one Leonardo sent him.

It was almost doleful how easy it was to consider that line of friendship. To judge the brushstrokes in which it was painted. However, the wider his canvas of reality was stretched and painted over the more he wondered if this line, too, could be painted over. He was an artist, after all, and inventor second. He could create his own chances.

However, the bluntness of truth would blunder in. The facts written in books usually had some basis, after all. Would Bayek only reciprocate because he was a figment brought forth by the Apple? A shadow deceitful and accursed as the serpent who dripped lies? Leonardo was admittedly used to physical companions but Bayek had been a friend first. He hadn’t wanted to take advantage of him, not in the way that was acceptable anyhow. Had he wrenched Bayek forth from his timeline? Tore him so easily and selfishly from Khemu and Aya? Was he merely a shadow of a person who once interacted with the Apple, an imprint seized? Would he thus defile the real Bayek’s memory? Was Bayek even real, or a conversion of all the conscious thought that entered the Apple into a single entity? Was he true, real and long past his death? Where did he go everytime he left?

Fill 2/2

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OP anon here and is very late! Re: Fill 2/2

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Rather than burying Bayek in the desert after drugging him, Taharqa keeps Bayek at some place well hidden in order to chain him up, drug him with a powerful aphrodisiac and fuck Bayek. Perhaps he can persuade Bayek into the side of the Order of the Ancients by the persuasive and powerful actions of really good sex?

BONUS:
Taharqa's plan worked so well that Bayek became his favourite go to Medjay/slut to enjoy fucking thoroughly whenever he needs to spend time away from Letopolis.

SECOND BONUS:
It leads to Aya eventually figuring out what happened to Bayek and track them down in order to save her husband and kick the Scarab's ass to the Land of the Dead and way beyond LIKE THE BADASS WOMAN THAT SHE IS.

Still the same Anon OP: I don't mind if The Scarab uses sex to torture Bayek (Taharqa is a well known torturer within the Order of the Ancients) to the point that Bayek's mind breaks and looks forward to Taharqa's visits and his touches and his dick

Would prefer The Brothers(Diovicos and Viridovix)/Bayek with Size Kink and Double Penetration please!

i realised about three fourths into this that you probably meant in the arena and you know what, that's my bad

either way, here you go
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15105305

One of them is an ASMR artist, and the other cannot sleep without watching their videos/listening to them

Jacob can’t figure out how to tell Evie that he’s accidentally dognapped/adopted Mrs. Disraeli’s dog, or why said dog turns blue in eagle vision.

Desmond really doesn’t know why he’s a dog, either, or in 19th century London. Just when he’s getting used to a pampered life courtesy of his new owner, he meets Jacob. He can’t ever leave the Templar-Assassin war behind, can he?

Evie just wants to know why the hell there’s a corgi on the train.

Optional bonuses:
+Desmond still being his usual snarky/sarcastic self.
++Desmond initially “helps” Jacob with his missions because 9/10 times Jacob just makes the situation worse. He mostly does it on the off chance that it wasn’t a dream and Shaun somehow was watching just to mess with him. (Somehow, this leads to him trying to help clean up Jacob’s mess, however limited that may be.) (Shaun is Not Amused™.)
+++The Rooks gladly accept Desmond as their gang dog and will defend him tooth and nail. “I’ve only had Desmond for X amount of time and if anything happened to him I’d kill everyone in the room and then myself” has never been more true.
++++If Desmond is turned back into a human (through the use of the Shroud of Eden?) he either still retains some canine characteristics (barking, heightened sense of smell, dog ears maybe, etc) or is adamant on being turned back into a dog.
+++++Jacob enlisting Desmond’s help in getting between Henry and Evie. (Alternatively, Henry and Desmond just chill out in his shop.)
++++++Evie catching onto Desmond’s intelligence, especially when she’s discussing their missions or has him nearby when she’s reviewing files and his eyes are moving as though he’s reading it. (It doesn’t help any when she catches him reading street signs to find a specific food vendor that one of them mentioned the other day.) (Alternatively, Henry or an associate figuring out Desmond’s true nature and when/if they try to say something about it, the others don’t readily believe them. He has far too much fun with them over this.)
+++++++++The Templars are more concerned about Desmond than the Fryes. (Truthfully, so is everyone else.)
++++++++++Desmond, somehow, is a better assassin as a dog than as a human. He even has a higher success rating than both Fryes. Templar fell out of a building? Desmond (accidentally?) tripped him. Those files that they couldn’t find, even with eagle vision? Up on the desk now. (Extra if only Henry realizes this and is bemused.)

Someone's filling this on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14842476/chapters/34355724

OP

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up to the filler who is which role. ++ for teasing each other, playing hard-to-get, playing with/commenting on eachother's lovely hair. pre-game timeframe, or modern au time both good :)

I have a lot of feelings about coffee okay?

shaun i know it's you

For a shot of coffee

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For a shot of coffee

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I have a lot of feelings about coffee okay?

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OP gets a third fill

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What kind of email would Abstergo Entertainment send out about GDPR stuff? Does this interfere at all with their saving of everyone's genetic memories? XD

Ezio can't ALWAYS find a vagina outlet. Sometimes he and Federico spend some time together looking at the Renaissance Italy equivalent of porn mags. They assure each other that it's not gay to do it together as long as they're thinking about women.

For anyone who's familiar with the Uprising comic storyline: what if (pre- or post-juno being defeated) Elina Berg and Elijah Miles meet and have a good relationship. Friendship and bonding over uhhhh they both have absent fathers or something else they can find in common. Just some fuckin fluffy kid fic yo.

Bonus pts, optional but would be liked :)
- Elijah has been adopted by Harlan and Arend
- the kids hope for a future of Assassin-Templar unity
- one or both kids is trans

I forget where I saw this but someone speculated that Jacob's reason for teasing Evie about Henry is that his bisexual ass is jealous. So, how about a fic detailing Jacob jacking himself while fantasizing that he's railing Henry. Maybe it's even while he's hearing the noises of their fucking in the next traincar. Maybe that's not even enough and he later seeks out prostitutes who resemble Henry.

What if Petruccio, being (no pun intended) sick of staying at home all the time due to his weak body, decides to sneak out and follow after his brother Ezio the day Giovanni sent Ezio out to send the letters? And as a result of being with Ezio the whole time, Petruccio wasn’t captured like his father and eldest brother did and is spared from the execution that came the next day before later escaping Florence with his surviving family to go to Monteriggioni?

What gets changed? What gets butterflied away? Would Maria Auditore be less likely to stay in her catatonic state with her youngest child to be around with her? Would Petruccio eventually join the Assassins one way or another?

Seconded like burning.

Re: Petruccio follows after Ezio

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After arriving at Venice since 1481, Ezio receives a urgent letter that needed him to part for Rome. While investigating the Baths of Trajan, Ezio gets ambushed and surrounded by the Followers of Romulus and they quickly got him bounded and taken down to their underground lair, Nero’s Golden Palace.

Somehow, being ambushed and tied up by these savage looking men dressed in leather and wolfskin pelts gets Ezio hard. One of the Followers noticed that Ezio is turned on and gets the others curious enough to check out. They then find out how much of a cock slut this young Assassino is and decide to keep him in captive for their entertainment.

Turns out, the Followers of Romulus are kinkier than the city guards that Ezio had slept with, and their sex is also more experimental and animalistic. Getting gangbanged every day leads to Ezio looking forward to what these wolfmen would do to him.

To the Followers, fucking the Assassino is way better than killing him, and Ezio thinks the same vice versa.

Ezio ends up being in their ‘captivity’ for nearly a month before they let him go. Because of Ezio’s sexy times in Rome, the Followers of Romulus decide to cut off ties from the Borgia and pledge allegiance to the Assassins instead. No one in the Brotherhood is sure of whether to be confused, shocked, amused, or have no idea in what to make of the news that all it took was for a cockslut Assassin whoring himself out to a Borgia-allied group to have them switch sides. The wolfmen still prefer to have Ezio around with them. ;)

In short, I want to see AC2!Ezio having an earlier visit to Rome than canon, meets the Followers of Romulus and get captured by them, and comes to be familiar with every member’s cock and kinks before he gets released.

BONUS:

+Shaving kink. The wolfmen like to get Ezio cleanly shaven all over his body, but keep the hair on top of his head intact
++Breeding Kink. Because the Followers of Romulus believe themselves to be half-men, half-wolf, the way they fuck Ezio is animalistic to the point that it's akin to them breeding the slutty Assassino
+++Ezio gains a taste for getting edged and orgasm denial/delay from a few of the followers that kept him from coming
++++There are also several followers that enjoy stimulating Ezio’s prostate with their fingers or cocks and see how many times can they give him an orgasm, even dry orgasms
+++++Alternating days where Ezio is either milked dry or not allowed to come
++++++Sex Drug Use. The Followers have an elixir that has potent aphrodisiac effects when consumed, which heightened senses for pleasure and gives Ezio more wet orgasms
+++++++Somnophilia
++++++++Altar sex
+++++++++The Followers of Romulus test out how many men can Ezio go through during one of their ‘group meetings’ and how long can he get fucked until he gets tired out (more than thirty, even with second helpings, which actually impressed them)

Oh. Oh this is hot.

Re: AC2!Ezio/Followers of Romulus

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Can somebody write a story that involves Aveline at a party seducing Shay and Haytham in her Lady outfit to gain information and then instead of getting information, she spent a night getting the best sex of her life from the two of them? And rather than getting in trouble upon having both men finding out she’s an Assassin, she instead ends up in a relationship with the very same two men that should have been her mortal enemies? And then married both of them?

When Shay and Haytham found out that this attractive, seductive young lady in her early twenties is an Assassin, they didn’t decide to interrogate or kill her. Rather, they’re impressed by how ballsy, confident, deadly, and smart Aveline is. And no matter how aware they are that she is dangerous to the Templars for legitimate reasons, they just can’t help but love her and she loves them in return.

Even after getting married, Aveline remained with the Assassins. Despite Shay and Haytham wishing that she can join their side, they respect her wishes because they really, really love her and want to show their love and awe and respect for Aveline by having mind blowing sex with her that goes on for hours? And make a family, of course.

Want: Marathon Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Cunninlingus, Double Penetration (either in one or both holes), Overstimulation, Felching and/or Rimming

-Shay enjoys eating Aveline out to the point that he makes sure that she comes a few times from his mouth alone
-Haytham the gentleman has the stamina to fuck Aveline over and over in various positions and fill her up several times
-The conundrum in which the Templars can’t kill Aveline because Shay and Haytham would gladly show their own members the grave consequences for even hurting her, and the same goes for the Assassins vice versa if they try to plan to assassinate Shay and Haytham
-Gist and Gerald Blanc becoming odd friends that bonded over the number of times they’ve suffered from walking into a room only to find Shay and Haytham and Aveline having sex
-Madeleine de L'Isle gets a “Wait, what?” moment upon finding out who Aveline’s ‘husbands’ are right before she gets killed. Shay and Haytham are fine with Aveline basically slaughtering the entire Templar Order in New Orleans and accepting the burden of needing to restart the New Orleans branch since Madeleine had done a lot of dick moves to Aveline and her parents, something that Haytham is especially familiar with and disapproves of.
-Connor gets a “Wait, what?” moment upon finding out who Haytham is married to and realises that he has technically already met his father’s wife a year before. And then gets another surprise that he has a half-sibling coming soon
-Haytham doesn’t get killed by Connor due to a number of reasons mentioned above and given a chance to have a better and longer father-son bonding time.
-With Haytham around to clarify matters, Kanen'tó:kon doesn’t die and Connor still has his best friend around
-Charles Lee still dies. How and what made Haytham and Shay allow Connor to kill Charles is up to the writer
-Achilles, rather than dying following canon timeline, lived on an extra few more years upon finding out that his arch nemesis and his former apprentice are married to Aveline. The reason for that? He is amused by the sheer irony that the two men that have very low opinion on Assassins are married to one and used those extra years to poke fun at them.
-Just an AC3 story with a better, lighter ending :)

Can be Gen or Desmond/Ezio.

In the process of saving the world, Desmon's humanity is burned out and he evolves into a creature beyond space and time. With wings. And solar/fire control. Some might call him an Angel. And because he's a new baby near goldy thing idle thoughts have consequences. Like his thought that instead of being alone in a cave to be killed and/or captured he'd really wish he could be with his family.

And then he is. But, see, because animus all his familial feelings are wrapped up in Auditore drama. And he seems to have gotten spat out years before Giovanni and ~~his~~ Ezio's brothers were hanged! Thus, intangible and undetectable (except by animals, because traditionally acute supernatural senses and possibly through Eagle Vision) Desmond just starts following around his Ancestors (Desmond: I don't know what's going on, but this Auditore family Soap Opera is HILARIOUS from the 3rd person), causes some grief for their harassers (why is there a bucket of flour over the door?!) until the Conspiracy goes off.
And SUDDENLY FARM ANIMAL STAMPEED. AUDITORE ESCAPE. TIMELINE FUCKED.

+Auditore family lives. They don't have to be unscathed -I'm partial to Giovanni getting a bit trampled while protecting Petruccio forcing him to retire from missions but this isn't required.

+Desmond takes 'trophies' from his pranks/missions in the form of pillows. He builds a nest for himself out of them because sleeping on a mattress gets complicated when wings are in the way.

+Desmond's wings are big. Stupid big. The only thing saving him from knocking over/into things is his default state of intangibility.

+Petruccio is obsessed with feathers because he always has the same dream when he's sick: a figure in a white hood with spread wings leaning over him singing.

+Federico finishes off Rodrigo (which somehow causes Ceasre to become Pope? Idunno) while Ezio heads into the Vault. Minerva lightshow happens as per usual until Federico comes in all smug about the killing blow and then Minerva has her record scratch. Then rants to 'Desmond' how there is only supposed to be 'one' prophet and the rest are supposed to be dead and how dare he put the Calculation at risk like this... which makes the Auditore's pissed at Minerva. Also, more pressing question of who or what is Desmond?

+Desmond just chilling on top of bookcase when the Apple gets brought out for Altair map activation or something, he isn't paying attention as he's flipping a knife and wishing it was a bottle of Tequila, and suddenly in the backwash of the Apple's glow he becomes visible. Reactions vary from praying to undressing with eyes, and in the silence Desmond looks around and realizes there is nothing behind him. "... shit." THUS BEGINS PART TWO: THE "CARE" AND "FEEDING" OF YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL. AS WRITTEN BY EZIO AUDITORE.

I'm really into Desmond With Big Old Motherfuckin Wings

Re: Screw the Timeline, I am Out of Fucks to Give AKA GuardianAngel!Desmond

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Re: Screw the Timeline, I am Out of Fucks to Give AKA GuardianAngel!Desmond

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A/B/O AU in which Altair is a "secret" Omega and Kadar was his Alpha. Once Malik realizes that the reason Altair got tossed out a door and Kadar completely lost it afterwards was because Robert could tell that Altair was an Omega. Now, tradition demands that he take his brother's widow to mate and care for... but how does he convince Altair to accept him, a cripple? Especially after all the things he said to/about him? And why is Al Mualim letting an Omega go on such dangerous missions when Altair's blood is clearly running dangerously high?

+Malik POV for my Ovaries.

+Altair's such a dick in the beginning because pregnancy hormones demand Aggro to Protect the Baby. Al Mualim knows this and likes to put that extra edge to use. When he stabs Altair he causes a miscarriage.

+Malik is really very confused on his feelings about all this, because he is pissed at Altair for going into a mission while blood is hot and pissed at Kadar for not fucking telling him he got himself the most eligible bachelor for a mate and pissed the most at his own self for not noticing. And then he finds out about above bonus and goes apeshit.

+Robert de Sable wants to track down the terrifying Omega and make lots of little terrifying babies with him. Malik says screw the plan I am gonna go rogue and protect by brother-in-law/possible husband's honor.

oh god the drama. i'm not even an altmal shipper but hnnnnnhhnn please

See subject line. Just good times and happy feelings sailing on the deep blue with periodic bursts of hectic heart pounding action. Desmond is obviously the Captain because he's the only one who actually knows how the ship works.

+Because Lucy died in the Temple, she got dragged along for the shenanigans.

+Clay too, because Animus in vicinity when everything happened.

+Rebecca laments lack of decent smithing facilities on a ship. You know. Being wood and all.

+Shaun gets to demonstrate leet mast climbing skills... however you want to take that.

+William dealing with the fact that there is no return to the future and all he can do is CHILL and STEAL SHIT and accept his son is not going to be taking orders but giving them.

+At some point Desmond and Clay fill a chest with bars of soap and bury it on a deserted island. They then fell two palm trees to mark the spot with an 'X'.

Connor and the ladysassin pretending to be a couple. How and wherefores are up to you.

Ezio enjoys Carnevale in Venezia, but he sees that there are certain people, like the city guards, who don’t get to enjoy it. He finds it unfair that the guards still have to work on a holiday, so why not give them a break and bring the holiday to them? Especially the ones assigned to the dry docks of the Arsenale di Venezia? And there are double the number of patrol guards in the dry docks during Carnevale?

So imagine to the surprise of the guards and the leader assigned to the Arsenale on the day of Carnevale to find Ezio waiting for them in the guard barracks, the tables filled with food and wine that are worth more than years of their own pay, and the Assassino that has been a terrifying nuisance in Venezia is more than happy to offer his body to service these hard working guards.

It’s not exactly what most men would want, considering Ezio’s gender. But when you get free luxury food and wine, a break from the Assassino who is a well-known cock slut but still a deadly foe who is happy to service you and your fellow men, and you don’t have to pay for a courtesan (especially during Carnevale for double the price) for a night’s entertainment, you can’t exactly complain about the wonderful gift that landed on your lap.

In short, I want cock slut Ezio be thoroughly fucked silly by the guards and enjoying the way they go at him.

Want:
+Double Penetration, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Marathon Sex
++The guards tie up Ezio’s cock and balls to prevent the Assassino from cumming and tiring himself too early into the night.
+++One of the guards has a thing for nipple play and keeps pinching, rubbing, licking, and nibbling at Ezio’s nipples until they get sensitive to touch. Several other guards play with Ezio’s nipples as well.
++++Kissing: It really turns on Ezio to receive incredible tongue-on-tongue kisses from some of the more amorous and daring guards.
+++++Brutes may have large cocks, and Seekers have their stamina, but the Agiles are quick to recuperate to get seconds and even thirds in order to satiate their sexual drives.
++++++The leader of the guards takes charge and coordinates his men to make sure that the ones who want to fuck the Assassino all have their turns and to make sure that Ezio is thoroughly fucked through the whole night.
+++++++The leader makes love to Ezio, showing his men how great sex is really done and fucking Ezio so well that he begs for more.
++++++++Somnophilia: Ezio doesn’t mind being fucked while asleep, and gets pleasantly woken by being on the verge of orgasming from being fucked by an eager guard
+++++++++How does Ezio get rewarded for his generosity? By getting fucked for thoroughly for the second day by the same guards before getting a plug in his ass to keep the cum inside him and get told by the leader of the guards to come back next week for him to get fucked by the guards once more, much to Ezio’s delight.

Instead of being killed by Abbas, Malik was somehow put into stasis and sent off to Templar lands -olive branch, maybe?- where he somehow also got stuck in Minerva's vault. After Ezio punches the pope and enters he doesn't find a recording by Minnie but a cranky, just woke up Malik who has no patience for all this drama.

+Malik kicks Templar ass during their escape, and comments on how the quality of their enemies had gone down.

+Malik making ALL the sassy comments but no one can speak his language. So sad.

+Malik seeing Altair's statue and just... I don't know... exploding and finding a translator to share ALL THE EMBRASSING STORIES. Like, why do you guys have a statue to a NOVICE in your basement? Seriously? Let me tell you the time he got booted back to novice for being an arrogant dumbass.

Good shit here

Re: The Power in the Vatican Vault is... Malik Al-Sayf

(Anonymous) - 2020-05-21 10:34 (UTC) - Expand

There is an unfilled prompt on part five that no one has filled so I’m just copying it here if anyone wants to take it.

As a highly skilled assassin, although one young and somewhat naive, I would imagine Connor would have been one of the most efficient Templar agents of all history had Haytham managed to convert him to their cause. In fact, I'm shocked he didn't revert to more extreme measures in order to recruit his son.

So, during their time together, Haytham starts off small, telling him half-truths and lies about Connor's mother and why he defected from the assassins. Maybe he goes so far as to gaslight Connor about what happened with his village and their previous almost-encounters. He plays Lee off as a pawn. Discovering Washington's orders regarding the Iroquois nations is a stealth mission, Haytham didn't know exactly what George had ordered, but it's lucky they set off to find the incriminating evidence as soon as he heard something was going down, wasn't it?

Soon, he starts using more torturous methods to convince Connor that he's right. Emotional abuse is played off as just cultural differences, being desperate to save people from themselves, trying to make others see Connor as he is and not as a savage, those are the real reasons Haytham seems mean, there's no manipulation going on, honestly...

To prove his point about order and control, about how free will is evil, he sets a couple of sadistic rapists on his son- those men hurt so many women in the same way, isn't it lucky Daddy happened to be nearby? How terrible it is that he was just a bit too late to stop them. Aren't people just so horrible? Connor's kindness and respect for people is rare, if only everybody were more like him... Oh, but they can be, with just a little nudge.

And slowly, but surely, Connor is indoctrinated into the Templar order, and by the time the Assassins and their allies know what's going down... well, it's a bit late.

Poor giant puppy. He doesn't deserve the bad stuff (sad face)

Re: Converting Connor

(Anonymous) - 2018-07-31 01:05 (UTC) - Expand

Post AC3 Desmond lives, but now has all three (maybe four if Haytham is included) Master Assassins as fully formed entities taking up space as voices in his head. Connor is determined to be the best Ancestral Spirit he can be!

Somehow this includes leaving YELP reviews on the people/organizations that Desmond takes jobs for as a freelance spy/mercenary/courier. Also, possibly, a blog.

I need Temperance Brennan getting it on with Ziio. No plot in particular required.

AU where Desmond's mother is the Assassin leader instead of William. How would the events of the modern day be altered? Would Desmond still have run away? Looking for drama/fluff/hurt/comfort :-)

Aya and Khemu fluff

Bayek/Leonardo

Fill 1/2

Taharqa/Bayer drugged sex

Re: Taharqa/Bayer drugged sex

Gladiators fuck Bayek

Fill

Altair/Malik ASMR

Desmond the Corgi Assassin

Re: Desmond the Corgi Assassin

Bayek/Aya omegaverse

no subject

no subject

Abstergo Entertainment GDPR

Federico and Ezio, jackoff buddies

Elijah and Elina friendship

Jacob unrequited lust for Henry

Petruccio follows after Ezio

Re: Petruccio follows after Ezio

AC2!Ezio/Followers of Romulus

Re: AC2!Ezio/Followers of Romulus

Shay/Aveline/Haytham threesome!

Screw the Timeline, I am Out of Fucks to Give AKA GuardianAngel!Desmond

Re: Screw the Timeline, I am Out of Fucks to Give AKA GuardianAngel!Desmond

A/B/O Past Kadar/Altair,DubCon Malik/Altair, and/or Robert/Altair TW:Miscarriage?

Re: A/B/O Past Kadar/Altair,DubCon Malik/Altair, and/or Robert/Altair TW:Miscarriage?

Modern Assassins Timetravel and Become Pirates

Connor/Alsoomse or Connor/Aveline, undercover as married

Ezio/Guards gangbang during Carnevale

The Power in the Vatican Vault is... Malik Al-Sayf

Re: The Power in the Vatican Vault is... Malik Al-Sayf

Converting Connor

Re: Converting Connor

Connor's Freelance YELP Reviews

Ziio bones Bones from "Bones"

Mother Mentor