Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6

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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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Apple fun

[(Anonymous)]

Is it me or does it seem that people haven't really explored the power of the apple?

I would LOVE to see either Ezio x Leonardo, or Altair x Malik where the apple casts clones of the weilder which leads to serious bedroom time...Or something to that effect...

There are SO many possibilities with this - I can't believe I haven't read a single fic on it yet.

Re: Apple fun

[(Anonymous)]

Agreed, and seconding!

Leonardo x Tentacles

[(Anonymous)]

Don't ask, but I have a sudden urge to see poor young Leonardo being trapped in the clutches of tentacles.

Bonus if Ezio watches feely, and after all is said and done, frees Leo and makes up some excuse why he couldn't save him sooner.

Re: Leonardo x Tentacles

[(Anonymous)]

... Man, if I could find a suitable plot device, I'd so write this.

For now, I shall merely second it.

Connor on Connor Self-cest Action

[(Anonymous)]

Don't know if this has been done already, but what if Assassin Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor) meets his counterpart Ratonhnhaké:ton from the ToKW DLC with the aid of Washington's Apple?

I don't really care how you set it up or if Washington is involved or not, but I want Connor on Connor smut. Hey, at least self-cest is almost like masturbation!

Re: Connor on Connor Self-cest Action

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded with THE FIRE OF A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS!

Who Frames Malik Al-Sayf

[(Anonymous)]

You try watching Who Framed Roger Rabbit after playing Assassin's Creed and not have this appear in your head. Why this idea? Because everyone needs a laugh, or a good murder mystery!

Desmond, a private detective turned bartender, has been asked by the director of a major movie/cartoon company to get some dirt on one of their actors. Or more like his husband, a singer at an underground bar in the city. Since Desmond needs the money to pay off past debts, he takes the job and goes to the bar. But boy is he surprised, as Malik's husband was NOT what he was expecting to see. It's not until he's got the pictures, turned them in and gotten the rest of his money that he realizes something has gone horribly wrong. Malik's been framed for murder, his husband is looking for him, the Templars are a after him and Robert is close behind. Now it's up to Desmond and Malik to find the real killer and the city from the control of Robert.

Major Hopefuls:
Eddie Valiant - Desmond
Roger Rabbit - Malik
Jessica Rabbit - Altair
Judge Doom - Robert
Baby Herman - Kadar (why not?)
R.K. Maroon - Al Mualim
Marvin Acme - Richard
Toon Patrol - random Templars
Dolores - Lucy

Re: Who Frames Malik Al-Sayf

[(Anonymous)]

Robert: When I killed Clay Kaczmarek, I talked... just... like... THIS!

Translation: Seconding so much!

Anon has public sex kink

[(Anonymous)]

Okay it's my first prompt here, so please be nice uwu
Anon has a huge kink for sexy times in public.
So now I want some of my babies getting on with it in a public place (I would really prefer AltMal or EzioLeo)
Maybe in modern AU to avoid any... problems with them being to males together. (lololol)

So Anons... Bring it on!

oh yeah, I forgot something!
Bonus: If it's not in some club's bathroom, because I mean, really...
sorry I am so picky! >

Re: Anon has public sex kink

[(Anonymous)]

Seconding!!1!

Orgasms can cure hiccups

[(Anonymous)]

Altaïr is having hiccups for almost two days and Malik knows how to cure this. ;D

Re: Orgasms can cure hiccups

[(Anonymous)]

OMG I can't even decide if this is adorable or hot. Consider it seconded to infinity and beyond!

Size Matters [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

The first time George Washington noticed it, he was caught by surprise.

It had started innocently enough- a mid-morning walk among Boston, the splashing of gentle sea waves beside them and the bright, joyful sun above. Conversation between them was short, impersonal even, with topics ranging from the weather to the war. Such was common of the two of them, always meeting up somehow for these casual strolls throughout town.

But something was different this time.

His eyes weren't swerving towards the cawing sea birds overhead- to the squirrels peering down from trees, their cheeks full and plump with their morning meals. His eyes weren't preoccupied with the way the pale morning light sent glittering reflections about the surface of the cerulean waters to their right. His eyes weren't even focused on the British flag still standing proudly up ahead, refusing to fall despite their many wishes. No. Today, Washington’s eyes were only caught by it. It being a certain body part of his friend- his oblivious Native American counterpart that simply gazed on unknowing of his thoughts.

It wasn't like he hadn't seen one before. Washington himself sported a similar body part between his own legs. Yet it wasn't necessarily its existence that was startling so much as the utter size of it. He considered all this as the man beside him spoke of the growing establishment he had started at the homestead. He should be listening. A well-mannered individual such as himself really should have, but all attentions were focused on that thing that he could only find unexplainable. Was it possible that the size could be that remarkable? Was it a trick of the eye? Thick undergarments perhaps? He didn’t know much about the attire of natives and therefore couldn’t quite rule out the thought that they wore thicker undercoverings than the colonists did.

“What do you think, Washington?” Connor’s voice paved swiftly through his thoughts and he made to stifle a fake cough, hoping to regain his composure yet again. Something in the other man’s eyes seemed to mark the point that this question was somehow important. Was it still concerning the homestead or something else entirely? It was dangerous to answer such an inquiry when one didn’t know of its reasoning in the first place. Yet he had to reply in some fashion.

“Yes.” Came his stupid reply, however calm his tone remained. He was used to speaking out on the spot and as much as he hated doing so, he had to admit that he had a sort of talent of it. He wasn’t quite sure whether it would really pull him safely from this situation or not, however. “I believe that’s right.”

“So you’ll come then?” Washington paused at this, glad for the welcome distraction of the soft violin cascading down the street from the inn nearby. At its sound, Connor glanced to the other direction, allowing him the chance to curse beneath his breath unnoticed. His thoughts were often erratic, shifting from one topic to the next. But always, he listened- always he understood. How he had managed to get himself into this situation was quite a wonder, really.

“Indeed.” He replied then, hands behind his back as he stepped to the side to allow a fair woman to pass by. “Only tell the time and place.”

“Enter the woods bordering Boston. From there, head east until you reach a small town. Then-“ Connor’s words were as crisp and well placed as ever, and yet his eyes were drifting to that again. Truthfully, there had to be some high quality fabric beneath those pants. How else could he appear so full? Never in his life had he witnessed such a proud concealment. “And that will bring you to the homestead.”

“I see.” He again forced his gaze away, dragged it upwards towards the other’s face so as to regain his position in the conversation once more. “And what of the time?”

“Midday.” Connor then came to a stop, sending him a perplexed glance, his thick eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly in his ponderings. “But I mentioned this before.” He was quiet momentarily before arriving to a conclusion. “You are distracted.”

Yes. But he couldn’t quite admit this- especially as to the reason why he was so unfocused. Instead, he chose to decide on an obvious excuse, not wanting to concern him any longer. “Ah. My apologies, Connor. With the tensions of the colonists brewing, I cannot help but deliberate on their actions and the consequences of such.”

It seemed that this did the trick, for the other man was quick to nod in understanding and regain his walk yet again. Washington resisted the urge to sigh in relief and merely picked up the pace to match his. It seemed that those endless legs of Connor’s could carry him great distances in short time periods, no doubt a great asset in his profession of sorts. Although Washington himself was known for his towering height, Connor seemed to surpass him even then, rising a few inches above him. Perhaps that was why he had to work that extra bit harder to stay by his side.

It wasn’t long before the two paused in front of the meeting house where Washington was to deliver yet another announcement to their comrades. Connor lingered for a moment, gazing towards the tall building, ornate in design with its tall, pointed roof that seemed to hover above the town. Even then, he remained staring down Connor’s body once more, thoughts rising unbidden again. “I will see you then, Washington.” The native man said in farewell as he turned away. Washington cleared his throat to quell the heat rising to his cheeks as he straightened himself. Thick undergarments indeed.
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Here's what I have so far~ First fill ever, so I hope it's alright ^^; I will continue this after class tomorrow. Have to get some sleep somehow XD lol

Re: Size Matters [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Sorry! I posted this in the wrong place ><" Not sure how to delete it now, but I already sent it as a reply to the request I was filling.

Altaïr and Malik as daddys.

[(Anonymous)]

I want an AU were Altaïr and Malik are Tazim's daddys. (why Tazim? Because I dislike Darim and we don't know anything about Sef adsjsd)
Make it cute, cracky, whats-o-ever. (you can of course spice it up with some smut if you want ;D)

Re: Altaïr and Malik as daddys.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh yeah I forgot to say that I want a modern setting AND I don't care where Tazim comes from. If he's Maliks real son from an ealier relationship or if they adopted him. I don't care :D

Ezio/Christina

[(Anonymous)]

I can't believe that there is nothing about them. No one seems to recognize her and she needs definitely more love, as she was Ezios first true love.
I just wish for some sweet Ezio/Christina.
Surprise me! ♥

Re: Ezio/Christina

[(Anonymous)]

omg my precious babies!
Please someone write something!
I love these two! Cristina deserves WAY more love!!! ;A;

Ezio/Connor

[(Anonymous)]

Their is no slash between them two I ship them so much can someone please fill this of where Ezio and Connor have sex Ezio obviously being the dominant one :p

Fem!Connor/Charles Lee

[(Anonymous)]

Connor always thought of Charles Lee as some evil creature that can not be quite human. During a confrontation she wounds one of his hands and discovers that the other one (the gloved one) is crippled. Lee is missing two fingers. Connor hesitates for a few seconds. Lee doesn't appreciate the perceived pity.

Alpha!Robert/Omega!Altair

[(Anonymous)]

Robert finds the fact that Altair is an Omega both amusing and arousing, as most Omegas are not particularly aggressive. The Templar goes to great lengths to capture this "oddity" - both for the pleasure of besting a true rival, and gaining a feisty Omega to use for whatever he wishes. On capture, Altair is weaned off the suppressants he uses to keep his heats under control. While the Assassin fights his captor, is unable to fight his upcoming heat and Robert's manipulations.

Looking for n/c or dubcon here, and whether Altair escapes is up to you, anons! (Bonus points if you somehow fit in overprotective Alpha!Malik in there. Uber-bonus points if Malik was oblivious and assumed Altair was Alpha.)

Re: Alpha!Robert/Omega!Altair

[(Anonymous)]

This. All of this. Especially with the bonuses!

Connor/Charles Lee non-con/dub con

[(Anonymous)]

I don't really mind the lead up or I it's a straight up PWP, but I like some Connor/Charles Lee

Charles is frustrated with Connor's constant interference, he manages to find Connor in a weakened state/compromising position, he exacts retribution

Re: Connor/Charles Lee non-con/dub con

[(Anonymous)]

Seconding!!

Given their extreme relationship (if you can even call it that) in the game I'm surprised there isn't more of these two.

I've been cravin' some Charles/Connor ever since that jail cell scene...

Haytham/FemConner

[(Anonymous)]

As the title says, anything involving Haytham/FemConner, whether that be just plain smut, pregnancy, or a long story involving missions and a long drawn-out courtship, anything.

Re: Haytham/FemConner

[(Anonymous)]

I just possibly might fill this, we need more ConHayth up in this meme mhm. And I don't recall a fem!Connor fill with Haytham in it before, so might as well change that.

Conner Time travel

[(Anonymous)]

Conner waking up as a child, back in time to the day/before the day that his village was attacked and his mother died, and changing decides to change certain events, first being saving his mother.



Bonus: He 'occidentally' finds his father early and brings his parents back together.
Bonus: Sabotages Templars from the inside without getting caught

Protective Haytham (Possible Haytham/Conner)

[(Anonymous)]

Conner gets into a situation where he is tied up and about to be raped when papa Haytham finds him and goes nutso on the attempted rapist



Bonus: At some point Haytham says "no one touches my boy" (if slash can add on "but me")
Bonus: Haytham patting down/looking over Conner taking in any bruises/cuts and wishing he had done worse to attempted rapist
Bonus: Haytham demanding that Conner live with him to 'Keep him safe from any more vermin'

Protective Haytham possible fill

[(Anonymous)]

Sorry if this is rubbish :p


Connor perched on a roof waiting for his time to attack.
He watched as the redcoats all
Stood their talking about their latest plans. Just as he was about to jump someone hit him and he fell to the floor slamming his head straight into knockout.

When Connor woke up he was sitting on the floor feet tied together and hands tied together. 'I can use my hidden blade to break fee' he thought to himself. When he went to eject it his eyes went wide as he realised it wasn't there.

"Looking for this?" Said a man he looked up to see a man standing their holding his hidden blades. "Who are you?" Asked Connor "that is none of your concern.....Charles Lee told me all about you assassin" said the man.

"So what your gonna tourture me now?"
asked Connor as the man walked up to him. He looked Connor in the eye and started to beat him up he was already sore from falling off but now he was worse.

Suddenly the man grabbed one of the hidden blades and placed it on himself "now how does this work?" Said the man as he ejected the blade. Connor tried to shuffle away as he thought the man was going to kill him but the used the blade to rip his shirt open.

He took the hidden blade off and pushed Connor to the floor. The man climbed on top of him roaming his hands all over him "stop.." Whispered Connor "what did you say assassin?" Said the man grabbing Connor bulge which made Connor gasp realising what the man was about to do to him "S-S-Stop!" Said Connor. The man just laughed and punched him again the man leaned down and left wet kisses on his neck and body before he got to Connor's lips Connor punched him with his tied up hands.

The man screamed with pain and stood up "you little bitch" he said and started kicking and punching him leaving Connor whimpering in pain. The man smirked of how vulnerable Connor now was and pulled down his pants and leaned down to pull down Connor's pants.

"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!" Shouted Connor tears falling down his eyes.

"Relax savage you will enjoy this"
Connor's eyes grew wide as he knew what was coming next "this may hurt a bit" laughed the man at how scared Connor was.

"FATHER!!! ANYONE HELP!!" Screamed Connor. Just his luck Haytham ran in the room grabbing the sick bastard and pushing him to the floor punching him over and over again.

Connor saw on Haytham's face at how angry he was as he was beating the crap out of the rapist.

"No one touches my son!" He shouted as he punched him one last time which knocked him out.

Haytham ran over to Connor using his blade to cut the ropes and Connor fixed himself. He grabbed Connor's hidden blades and gave them to his son for him to put on. When Connor tried to get up he hissed in pain, Haytham walked over and put Connor's arm around his shoulder and Haytham's other arm around his waist.

When they got out he sat Connor down and looked over the bruses and cuts on his face and chest. "Did he touch you?"

"Yeah but the didn't get to do the actual rape....how did you know where I was"

"Charles told me his plans were you were I thought he was going to kill you but it turned out he was going to rape you....I should of killed him" he said with guilt.

For the first time Connor leaned himself into his father begging for affection Haytham realised its because he hasn't had anyone to love him since the death of his mother. Haytham wrapped his arms around him accepting his son's embrace "I want you to stay with me so I can make sure nothing like this happens again" said Haytham realising how protective he was being over his son. Connor nodded his head and leaned into his father's hug more realising how glade he was to have someone to care for him...

Haytham/Conner (Time travel/incest)

[(Anonymous)]

After dying Haytham wakes up back in time to when Conner is just starting to mess with the Templars plans and deciding that since his first try didn't work he would bring his son onto his side via seduction

REPOST: Haytham needs a hug

[(Anonymous)]

"I've just finished reading Forsaken and desperately need for someone to give Haytham a hug.

Maybe Haytham returns from the whole mess of rescuing Jenny overseas and Charles Lee, visiting on business, notices Haytham isn't quite himself and pushes to find out why??

Perhaps Connor reads Haytham's journal early on and confronts him about how awful the Templars really are?

Or does Ziio get word of something happening with Haytham a year or two after they split, and decides she has to see him to help?

Or...?

I don't really care about the time period, I'd just really like to see Haytham breaking down over one of the many terrible things he's gone through, and someone being there for him for once."


http://asscreedkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1795.html?thread=9534723#cmt9534723

[GEN or Any/Any] Haytham the animal lover

[(Anonymous)]

I don’t know if anyone else experienced it like this but hear me out…
While we play as Haytham, we are learning the new mechanics of the game and when I discovered I could pet animals… oh the madness! Haytham basically stopped to pet every dog, cat, pig, sheep, chicken, turkey… he even tried to pet the freaking raccoons but they ran away :(
When it was time to play as Connor, the novelty of the action had worn off, so Connor really didn’t do much of it. And so… it sort of became my headcanon that Haytham has a HUGE soft spot for animals.

Basically what I’m asking is something showing this side of him. I don’t really have anything clear cut in mind. It can be serious or cracky. Just something. I’m not picky :)

Re: [GEN or Any/Any] Haytham the animal lover

[(Anonymous)]

I DID THE SAME THING
and when it was time for Connor, I didn't pet a single animal and killed everything I could skin for profit.

Someone please fill this!

Any assassin/Anyone, sickness and unwanted coddling

[(Anonymous)]

Basically, I don't care about the pairing or the setting.

I just want to see someone being sick, and their partner/friend/spouse/companion/fell-through-the-roof-pet-assassin going into full-on coddling mode. While the sick person do. not. want. such attention, and just want to be left in peace. Which the coddler just doesn't get, and thinks that the aggressiveness is merely due to fever hallucinations - causing them to ramp up the coddling.

Up to Anon if the sick person is the assassin or if the coddler is.

Bonus points if the sick person has lost their voice and can't actually voice any protests against having their pillows fluffed, being brought all sorts of food and drink, etc.

Rain [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

No matter how much Desmond would try to deny it, deep down he knew it was completely his fault he was in such a position. He hated this feeling of helplessness. Between Shaun’s glares, Rebecca’s sly grins and Lucy’s puppy dog eyes, he spent half of his time wishing for the Templars to storm the place and save him from the humiliation. The other half was spent trying to convince Lucy he was okay when he obviously wasn't.

“I've cancelled all furthered Animus sessions until you recover,” Lucy told him, staring at him with those sympathetic blue eyes of hers, “So try to get some rest.” She firmly pushed Desmond back down into the warmth of his sleeping bag as he tried to sit up. His face turned a deeper shade of red, and not just because of his fever.

“I'm perfectly fine,” Desmond protested despite feeling as if his head’s about to explode, his throat’s made out of sandpaper and he’s stuck in a furnace, “We don’t have any time to waste. I have to get back into the Animus.” Of course his body had to choose that exact moment to betray him, in the form of a hacking cough to completely undermine his statement. Lucy frowned.

“Desmond, you’re sick,” she said, “We can’t risk your condition getting worse.” She fussed over him, helping him take off his hoodie and tucking him in as if he was five years old. She grabbed a clean rag and a bowl filled with lukewarm water that she had set up earlier besides him. Next to it was a plastic bucket she had supplied in case his insides decided to come outside.

“It’s nothing serious, Lucy. You don’t have to do all this,” complained Desmond.

“It’s nothing serious yet,” she stressed, trying to get the wet rag past his flailing arms and to his face, “We can’t risk you getting pneumonia. Just relax, okay?” she added, exasperated.

Despite Lucy’s face taking up most of his view as she gingerly sponge bathed his face, out of the corner of his eye he saw Shaun busily typing away at his computer, who seemed very peeved at the delays as if Desmond had gotten sick on purpose, and Rebecca, who was looking directly at him and obviously amused at the recent turn of events. Help me, Desmond desperately mouthed, causing her to leave the Sanctuary with one hand clamped over her mouth so she wouldn't suddenly burst out laughing. That was definitely not the reaction he was hoping for. Fortunately, it had the effect that he wanted by somewhat moving Lucy’s attention away from him.

“I know,” she said with a burst of inspiration as she wrung out the sopping rag, folded it and placed it on Desmond’s feverish forehead, “I’ll go see if Rebecca can get some chicken soup tomorrow. I’ll be right back. Don’t get up, alright? With the flu I'm pretty sure that you’re supposed to stay in bed until your temperature is back to normal.” With that word of advice, she left.

As soon as she was out of sight, Desmond threw the rag into the bowl with an audible splash and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he should be grateful that Lucy was willing to take care of him but honestly, it was just annoying. She was acting like one of those ‘helicopter’ parents all the psychologists loved raving about. He was a grown man; he can take care of himself.

“You do know that it is your fault,” spoke Shaun, his English accent gracing every word.

Desmond slowly turned his head to face Shaun, wincing as what felt like a million hippos tap-danced in his skull. “I know,” was his gloomy reply.

“Why did you stay outside for so long last night?” asked Shaun, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“...I didn't think it was going to rain,” Desmond hesitated before answering. Shaun stared at him like he had three heads.

“You didn't think it was going to rain... even though I told you it was going to.”

“Yep.”

“Even though it was already drizzling when you went out.”

“It started off pretty light. I didn't think it’d get that heavy.”

“All rain starts off lightly. It doesn't just spontaneously bucket down.”

“Yeah, I discovered that on the opposite side of Monteriggioni. Did you not see me walk in soaking wet?”

“I did. Thanks for making my day.”

“...Are you even trying to make me feel better?”

“No, that’s what Lucy’s for.”

Desmond groaned.

Happy time

[(Anonymous)]

hi anons. this anon has had an exceptionally awfull day. I've been crying on/off all day and even crying as I type this... i just need some cheering up. I'd prefer cuddling with desmond/the gang, nothing special but I just really need to be cheered up. thank you anons

Re: Happy time

[(Anonymous)]

I WILL TRY EVEN THOUGH THIS PROMPT IS PROBABLY LONG PAST ITS DUE! Also, do you want the ACBrotherhood gang, or do you want the depressing ACIII gang?

Kid fic - The whole gang, Desmond/? Please make it cute

[(Anonymous)]

So can I get like... Desmond as an adult with Shaun or Lucy (I ship either ok I'm sorry) and

Kid Altair, kid Ezio, kid Connor, their friends etc (Malik, Kadar, Claudia??? Idk up to you). I want them to be the little terrors that haunt Desmond - why did he think it was a good idea to adopt three little boys? (Or foster, however you'd like to spin it, oldest no older than 10 please)

Altair's too smug and won't ever say sorry, even though its his fault Malik lost his arm (any way is fine, I read one modern fic where it was a shark attack tht was still somehow Altairs fault... Bonus points if you make it funny)

Ezio likes nice things and is shy around girls (not to mention his nightmares about his dead brothers and father which he won't talk about)

Connor is a fairly solemn kid who climbs trees like a monkey and often returns home late with a skinned rabbit or new pet dog or cat and is afraid of fire (he has nightmares about his mother too, but won't talk about it)

Re: Kid fic - The whole gang, Desmond/? Please make it cute

[(Anonymous)]

Would like to write for this! Are you ok with a babysitting job Lucy asks for help with, with the Altair, Ezio, and Connor as brothers?

Anon needs some comfort

[(Anonymous)]

I want either Ezio/Leo or Altaïr/Malik.

Prompt:
I want either Leonardo or Malik sitting in their bureau or workshop being deadly worried about their boyfriends because they haven't seen or heard of them in some time, no one knows where they are and also messages don't reach them.
Please make it with a happy ending because Anon herself is atm super worried about her girlfriend because I can't reach her through ANYTHING since 3 days now,don't know the new adress she just moved to and I need some cheering up.
Please, Anons, make me at least a tiny bit happy ;0:

Re: Anon needs some comfort

[(Anonymous)]

I will do this for you :) but you will have to give me time.

Malik / Leo

[(Anonymous)]

Why are there so many kink meme's and yet so little people writing them? T_T

I feel I must fix this--but first one of my own! ;p


I really really would love to see more of this pairing. Mailk/Leonardo Da Vinci.

I don't care how-blame the Apple or the Animus. But Leo and Malik met and after finding so much in common with each other (and there assassins) hook up -maybe blame the booze- shoot I'll even be happy with a Dark!Malik with Leo--something the Apple makes.

Do with this as you will just please please please make Dom!Malik and Sub!Leo.

it can be Dark, Fluff, anything~ Have fun. <3

Desmond and the Animus Sandbox

[(Anonymous)]

The Animus, we are told, doesn't actually generate entire images from the ancestors' DNA. Instead, it's a very advanced simulated world that is only partially influenced by the bits of DNA - which is why Desmond doesn't have to walk the precise path from point A to B, and why he doesn't strictly have to do everything exactly precisely as his ancestors did.

But, let's imagine that Desmond goofs up, as he ALWAYS DOES (headcanon: Desmond always fails a mission the first time he tries it). But, to everyone's surprise, something has gone wrong with the Animus, and it doesn't desynch him. Instead... It turns into the world's most awesome sandbox game, where Desmond CANNOT desynch no matter what he does.

What does Desmond do now? Dress Altaïr in drag and saunter around Maysaf? Introduce Leonardo da Vinci to the combustion engine? Have Connor seduce everything with a pulse? Sit down for a thorough psychoanalytic discussion with Abbas? Turn Tiber Island into a massive orgy?

Crack or serious, drama or comedy, with or without sex; I just want to see Dresmond go nuts in an Animus that no longer relies on his ancestor's actions.

Re: Desmond and the Animus Sandbox

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god, anon, I want your brain. This is genius, your examples were hilarious (Altair in drag... pfffff XD...), and I'd really love to see this happen.