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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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Preferably pre-Brotherhood. Certain members of Rebecca's family get involved with the action, especially her uncle John. Rebecca starts out having no idea about his 'other side', but must find out who he is at some point.

just wanted to let you know that I'm working on this

Don't know how long it'll take, but I literally can not get this prompt out of my head

ah, ahhhhhgghhghghg. I'm hitting little roadblocks every now and then, but I'll get there. Eventually.

Aww ok, I'll leave it up to my dirty immagination ^^; Again, thank you so much for writing this. Love, love, love, evil!Haytham

*blushes* thank you so much!

If only I had eagle vision, I'd always be able to find my glasses.

It's so good to hear the story hasn't been abandoned! =D
Take your time, rl always comes first! I guess none of us minds waiting as long as we know that this isn't dead.
Thank you for writing, you're doing this beautifully <3

I wrote something similiar... maybe you'd like to check it out: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1104696

Passerby!anon does the Dance of Joy.

Dear Santa,

there's only one thing I wish for this Christmas. Please let author!anon drop by to see how much loved her fill is and how many camp fires the anons have started around here.

Thank you <3

Anon, this fill is precious. Absolutely precious.

Im starting to write a fill more but it might take a day or two to finish. Blame school (and my crazy desire to play assassins creed)

I'll try my best to fill this then. Just give me a day or so to get atleast the first part done

This is random but I have this feeling that there's like 4 or 5 people here participating in this meme and that's why a lot of things aren't getting filled.

But anyway, for the actual prompt:

I want someone, who can be any male character preferably, just admiring Connor from afar. (I'm a total sucker for Connor he's so cute!)

You can decide if smut happens or not.
Bonus points if said male character has a few fantasies about doing it with Connor

The night of the attack, Jenny manages to escape and save Haytham along the way (maybe Tessa is kidnapped instead of her).

They're alone and on the run and as if it wasn't enough they now have to improve their relationship, deal with their grief and all this Assassins/Templars shit.

Whether Haytham still joins the Templars is up to the author.

Bonus - Thatch -the dog- follows them.

OP is already one of the A!As who take a month between updates due to being constantly distracted, so no worries on my behalf. ^.^ Take as long as you need.

Ooh, seconded (actually I was thinking about this a couple days ago, but am still working on other fills).

Oh my god, you HAVE to continue this with other people's recollections of their time with espresso. Or who's idea it was to give Leo the stuff in the first place.

Everyone had a number. Or at least they resembled numbers. Four year old Ratonhnhaké:ton never gave it much thought. The numbers sparkled a lovely golden color and shimmered and danced around anything that drew breath.

The numbers were always changing. With a stick Ratonhnhaké:ton had once attempted to copy them down in the mud. However they flickered before his eyes far too quickly and he soon threw down his stick in frustration. Any attempts at explaining the numbers brought stares from the other children.

He never did get to tell his mother. As an arm pulled him away from the burning log house, Ratonhnhaké:ton watched with wide eyes as the numbers slowed and jolt to a stop around her. The roof crashed down and the numbers were no more.

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Haytham caught him writing down the numbers. They were useful and appeared as nothing more than doodle-scratches upon the side of a letter. No one else seemed to understand them and they made wonderful code for messages between his recruits.

“Where did you learn these?”

“I always have known,” he replied chewing on his lip. How much was safe to reveal? Did Haytham understand them?

Haytham pursued further, “Did Achilles teach you? He must have. I had believed the language of Those who Came before as dead but this is clearly not the case if you Assassins are using it.” His eyes followed the elaborate lettering but if he understood there was no sign. Connor found himself breathing a little easier.

Connor shrugged and stared at the numbers dancing around his father’s head. He frowned at how little was left.

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A/N: Wow I haven't written a thing in forever. ;v; But this prompt sorta bit me and wouldn't let go. The idea was borrowed from a short film anon once saw and cannot find again. Again borrowing from the film, Connor cannot see his own number but I couldn't figure out a way to incorporate the idea. Hope you liked and don't hate me for adding yet another fill to this prompt.

Second author!anon squees and claps. I like! I like!

OP loves this. And fully seconds the first reviewer's plea to continue it.

Also, your writing is absolutely hilarious. Really, you must bless us with more story!

It was simple, really.

He looked with his eyes and felt what he saw with his hands. Sure, some people were blue, some were red, but more importantly, they were a cool dip in the river, or a welter of half-molten nails. Cats and dogs, chickens and pigs, goats and cows, all felt to his eyes how a thicket of bushes or a convenient haycart looked to his hands: warm, fuzzy, safe, a place to regroup his thoughts, a place to land. He couldn't get enough of petting them. It lit up his world. Literally.

There were rarer colors, too: orange enticed, but if he got too close, it caused static shocks that left his hands numb, unable to engage his blade. Gold felt like--well, words couldn't describe it, but the closest thing, he thought but couldn't be sure, was the trembling excitement of touching a lover. Yet his sight was not romantic at all. In fact, often the opposite.

Actual romance? It lacked that kick, that interest. He wondered if he wasn't deformed in his heart somehow. Deficient in the ability to love. His body didn't suffer from the same lack, at least--his performance, rare and perfunctory, seemed adequate to the task, but whenever he held a woman in his arms for the night, he felt like an open field looked to his other sight. Empty. Boring. Cold. He understood that no more than he understood how a stray cat could fill him momentarily with a peace he hadn't known since his tenth birthday.

Until he stumbled through the snow in search of her. She who had, once he untied her wrists, run not away from, but towards, her captor, to free the others. She who had more bravery in her little finger than anyone he'd ever met. Than everyone combined. She glowed gold, a sun in the snow, melting his icy heart. And he understood, finally--the gold and the need and the feather touch of her hand in his, all were one and the same, and his hands shook on her back as she pulled him close to share one perfect, glowing kiss.

And then, in the clammy cave, her bronze skin was a rainbow, was a sunrise, a comet, the northern lights, that he could see with his fingertips. Skin against skin, he was blinded by the all-consuming radiance of their passion. He saw her beauty with every single pore of his body and lost himself in the blinding solar brilliance. As they lay entwined afterwards, he'd switch to his other sight to better appreciate her in the dim moonlight, and a half-undone plait tumbling over her naked shoulder would inflame him from head to toe. "Again?" she'd murmur in his ear, in their too few days together. "I thought you'd never ask."

After she sent him away, his other sight dimmed--at least, the gold did. Red and blue, orange and white, stayed the same. But gold never again approached the incandescence he had known with her love, never made his hands tremble with quite so much need as in their too brief time together. His cold and empty hands, his heart, his bed, never warmed from the weather. No sunshine could ever match her radiance, and his eyes never readjusted, and he saw his life through a filmy blindfold of loss, his hands feeling only the slightest brush of cool or warm.

When Edwarf is talking to Anne Bonny about Mary Read after helping rescue her from the prison, I had the feeling that he was just about to say "Who was the father? Do I need to cut a bitch? I can cut a bitch. I'm good at cutting bitches." Because Edward starts having more than just gold to fight for. So he goes right into the other extreme. Also, OP may at one point have tackled a Brute in a boarding because one of her little crewbies had a blue Defend! dot over his head...

Give me a violently protective Edward, please!

Both Connor and Haytham agree that they need some time together outside of their professions, but have trouble finding common interests past board games. One of them or someone else mentions hunting and they agree on it.

Bonus! for:

-Connor is insistent on going off the trail, climbing trees and rock faces, and swimming across rivers, Haytham just wants to ride his horse there.

-Connor attempts to teach Haytham to climb trees.

-Connor prefers using bows, Haytham prefers using firearms.

-Natives usually had traditions for hunting, such as some tribes threw the bones of a fish back into the river. I want Connor to be using Mohawk traditions and Haytham actually interested about them (maybe he saw Ziio use them).

slash is ok but for this I prefer them attempting a father&son relationship.

I absolutely adore alpha/beta/omega settings, and I can't get enough of werewolves. ~~Yes I'm still keen on the way twilight wolves work~~ Why not put the two together in my favourite fandom?

I'd like the story to feature Altair, Ezio and Connor, in a pack, and anyone else you want to add in whatever capacity.

In human form, it's more than obvious the three (or more if you decide to include other cast members as wolves rather than people) have a close bond. The way they are always aware of each other can seemingly communicate without speaking, and seem to be close despite being so different.

Transforming is painful, but exhilarating. Their way of thinking stops being so human.

I'm looking for human sex influenced by pack dynamics, animal behaviour, bursting-out-of-your-clothes transformations, alpha/omega dynamics, displays of dominance, humping even. Add any other kinks you like

Plot is not necessary, though welcome.

/hides away from the fandom

I have thought about writing a fan fiction pretty much this exact same thing. Since I haven't started I might as well put it here right?

Yes please!!! <3<3<3

Quick question: what pairings would you prefer me to use? And do you have any sspecific wishes for who is an alpha/beta/omega?

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