Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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∆ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

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∆ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.

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List of Kinks
(Livejorunal) Archive
#2 (Livejournal) Archive
(Delicious.com) Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
Part 1
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
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DESMOND GOES ROAR!!!

[(Anonymous)]

Ok, so I want to see protective/vengeful Desmond.

The team gets attacked and the Templars (or whoever) have kicked their asses.
But they threaten/hurt Shaun, so Desmond goes berserk. Maybe Altair or Ezio takes over, or maybe Desmond himself goes super saiyan or whatever.

But he kills everyone....and then takes care fo Shaun or something. (obviously, Des/Shaun)

Yes? Yeees? Come on, Anon! My heart and soul will be yours :)

SECONDED

[(Anonymous)]

You had me at super-saiyan.

Re: DESMOND GOES ROAR!!!

[(Anonymous)]

I think I'm scooping this one up. *-* This world needs more Des/Shaun.

No Title Yet... D:

[(Anonymous)]

Shaun curled on the ground, feeling the pasty, warm mud stick to his cheek as he whimpered ever so quietly and curled up tighter, a hand pressed to the bleeding gunshot wound in his belly. He blinked: if he could just keep his thoughts straight around the pain, then he could make it. Rebecca was by his side as the Templars surrounded them, looking over the deep gash to his shoulder and the exit wound of the bullet.

“Shaun? Rebecca? Where are you?” came crackling through the headset.

“Here, Lucy,” Rebecca said, panicked. “I’ve got a broken leg. Shaun’s been injured badly. He’s bleeding out as we speak. We’re surrounded.”

A soft whimper was all he could make as the Templars around them loaded their guns.

“Damn fucking rat is still alive!” one of them shouted.

“Then kill the fucker. Our mission was to kill him. He hacked our system once: he can do it again.”

“Shaun!” Lucy shouted.

“Or did Boss say to bring him back? None of us were really paying attention.”

“I say we kill the damn rat. ‘Cause of his hacking, I lost my bonus and the chance to treat my wife.”

“Are you sure, Captain?”

“Kill him.”

Shaun heard a roar from the doorway and turned to see Desmond rushing in, holding a metal pipe in his hands. He was covered in blood from head to toe as he charged them. He watched as he snarled and swung the weapon, making a solid blow to the head of one of the Templars. He went with the motion and brought it down on another’s head. The bullets started whizzing, and Shaun felt his eyelids begin to grow heavy. He shifted, feeling warm mud seep into his clothes. The pain was dulling, much to his relief, and he saw Desmond tear into the next man. He was surprised that he hadn’t been hit yet. He saw him pick Captain up and slam him into the ground, snarling as he heard something snap. Shaun tried to blink the sleepy feeling overtaking him, but it was proving to be too alluring.

“Shaun?” He heard Rebecca cry. “Shaun! Don’t go to sleep, man!”

Shaun’s eyes closed, and he brought his legs closer to his chest, clutching tighter to the wound. It didn’t take much longer before all he knew was black.

He woke up in a hospital room, mind foggy with pain and painkillers. There was a warm weight against his leg, and he tried to move it. He managed to twitch his muscles, but it was enough to cause the weight to shift.

“Huh?”

He wanted to move—to get this fogginess from his mind. He couldn’t think straight.

“Shit! He’s awake!”

“He’s waken before.”

He tried to say he just woke up, but he couldn’t tell if he was speaking or not.

“No! He’s awake!”

He closed his eyes again. Better to wait for the fogginess to pass.

“No, no! Stay here, Shaun! Shaun? Shit.”

Then next time he woke, he could think a little clearer. He registered the fact he was in a hospital bed and that there were people around him. He could see their outlines and hear their quiet talking. He made a garbled noise. The noise went quiet until commotion picked up. He preferred the quiet chatter more. There was the rustling of chairs and someone shouting at him, and all he knew is he wanted silence.

“Shaun! You’re alive!”

He wanted to scowl and say, “Of course, you idiot,” but there was something in his mouth stopping him. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

“Thank God for the miracle!”

He was confused: God had come by for a visit? He tried to voice his irritation, but all that came out was another raspy, garbled, incoherent noise. He felt a warm hand cover his own.

“They’re dead now, Shaun. Not a single one will ever touch you again.”

He didn’t know who the blurry figure was talking about, but he felt comfortable as it talked. Perhaps when he felt a bit better he could reorganize his thoughts, when the haze in his mind lifted. He fell asleep after noticing the commotion had stopped after the voice had finished speaking, and all there was, was dead silence.

Re: No Title Yet... D:

[(Anonymous)]

that was brilliant! :D