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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4

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In memoriam

[(Anonymous)]

As I'm trying to avoid Spoilers on the first request, I'll try and be vague about it.

The man who kept his word to Ezio, and dies trying. Died between the books. Funny man.

I'm really sad about his death, and even more with how unexpected and lame it is. I would've wanted him to outlive Ezio, maybe have a little chat when they're both REALLY old.
But that didn't happen, so what I ask right now, is a fic about him, anything goes, but I want it to embody his character.

Can anyone do that for me? (Alternatively, there's another character death, supposedly, with the 'due deletion' and all, if someone would care to write about him, I'm okay with it)

Darn it, why did I had to finish the game, now I'm sad! (and anxious for part 3)

Re: In memoriam

[(Anonymous)]

I see what you did there.

[Possibly writing one of these scenarios because they have sparked my interest as well.]

16/Desmond

[(Anonymous)]

animus hologram sexing GO! :o
or whatever

Re: 16/Desmond

[(Anonymous)]

XGAFYILSGUOTTYEBJLV?S*&(^#
Seconded with the power of keyboard SMASH. (love this pairing)

Let's turn our favorite assassins into cats just for the hell of it!

[(Anonymous)]

OP here is going through a terrible Final Fantasy otaku phase right now and when I saw the mithra all I could think of was:

'They would make great assassins.'

On that note I would like to request a fic where on of our favorite assassins turn into a cat via one of the Pieces of Eden and trying to deal with the consequence of turning into a cat, like the enhanced senses, weird urges to want to play with strings of any kind and purring when being scratched underneath the chin.

The assassin can be anyone of the auth

Any chance that the admin/mod can delete double posts?

[(Anonymous)]

It'd be a shame for any comment to be lost due to double posts and spambots having filled part 4's comments limit...

NOT a knock on you, prompt anon! In fact, have a pair of just such fics with Ezio!

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7005944/1/Gatto (Concluded)

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6970232/1/Adopted (This one also has a de-aging twist it seems; this one seems on indefinite hiatus)

Let's turn our favorite assassins into cats just for the hell of it!

[(Anonymous)]

OP here was just reading a fanfic on FFnet when a line about how assassins are like cats that do not pay attention to the laws of physics, particularly the laws pertaining to gravity stuck out in her mind and gave her an idea that would be perfect for a story.

On that note I would like to request a fic where one of our favorite assassins turn into a cat via one of the Pieces of Eden and trying to deal with the consequence of turning into a cat, like the enhanced senses, weird urges to want to play with strings of any kind and purring when being scratched underneath the chin.

The assassin can be anyone of the author-anon's choice, as long as I get a cute and fluffy assassins purring while one of their comrades scratches them under their chin.

Re: Let's turn our favorite assassins into cats just for the hell of it!

[(Anonymous)]

I so want to do one with Shaun...I should have it up here in the next twenty-four hours (I have got to sleep now).
Interested!writeranon shall return with a fill.

Darim

[(Anonymous)]

I really liked Darim in the game - much more than in that book.
Can I have a fic about him dealing with the death of his younger brother and mother?

All Is Well [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

They flee to Alamut.

The journey there had not been quiet or withdrawn, but strangely methodical and almost determinedly sedulous. Once Masyaf disappears behind them over the horizon, they start to talk over the rush of wind as they ride away.

They talk of buying supplies and hunting for the food they cannot afford, of refilling their water pouches at the stream some miles ahead, and they decide their next course of action together—like crossing the mountain pass to cover their trail, taking the river where they cannot be followed and so forth. If Darim is careless with his thoughts, he finds himself thinking that this is only another long trip with his father, only without his brother. As if he is leaving Masyaf to Mongolia again, only without his mother.

Then, very quickly, Darim stops thinking to focus on more important matters, watching for any signs of weariness that his father is too stubborn, too angry to admit to. And his father must be furious, Darim knows, if not at Abbas then at himself.

It has been three days since they left Masyaf, and on this third night Darim unpacks their bedrolls from the tired horses and lays them near the small campfire. His father tends to the flames, fanning them with a gentle hand to clear the smoke.

“Father,” Darim begins, kneeling down on the dirt. They need to talk.

“We need to abandon the horses tomorrow and continue on foot,” Altair says instead, handing Darim a strip of dried meat and a small bowl of hot water.

“Yes,” Darim replies. They have been over this before. He takes the jerky but gives back the bowl of water after a sip. His father’s hands are cold; the bowl will warm them up. He breathes in, very slowly. “But about mother. And Sef.”

Altair glances at Darim and repeats, just as he did when they had fought through Masyaf; “I’m sorry.”

Darim knows that his father is sincere, painfully so, but he still does not know what, exactly, had transpired — if his father is directly at fault for his mother’s death, or if he is needlessly blaming himself. Darim wants to understand, so when he asks, Altair tells him in such a way that is clear and brief, but leaves no room for questions or musings. What’s done is done. It worries Darim at first that Altair speaks as if reciting a piece of old history, far removed from it all, but then there is a brief moment when Altair closes his mouth, lips drawn tight at the edges. His shoulders slump and his hand passes over his eyes once before he straightens again.

Darim does not say anything for the longest time. He looks away.

“Go to sleep, baba,” he eventually says, quiet and gentle. “I will take first watch.”

But he does not wake his father until morning.

---

In Alamut, Sef’s wife greets them with open arms. She rests her hand against Darim’s cheek and brushes her lips over Altair’s forehead. They are to stay for however long they wish.

Meanwhile, Sef’s children hide behind their mother’s dress, and though Darim knows it pains his father to kneel before anyone, Altair does so easily in front of his granddaughters.

Darim remains standing, a steady hand on his father’s arm to help him back up.

No Sex Desired for This One...

[(Anonymous)]

During Brotherhood
---
Here's the idea. Frederico got someone pregnant before he died (whether the child was born before or after the execution is irrelevant). He only told Ezio about this, and Ezio's kept it quiet all these years.

Now that the Assassins have a decent foothold in Roma, Ezio tells Maria and Claudia about the child, and heads back to Firenze to find him/her.

Bonus points if Desmond et al meet a descendant of this child.

Ezio's recruiting methods

[(Anonymous)]

When Ezio claimed to have more than a little experience in recruiting Assassins, Yusuf Tazim never imagined that it would involve flyers, pamphlets, and a sandwich board... or that they would be on the grounds of a Den just reoccupied by Templars, no less.

The look on Yusuf's face alone writes this in my eyes, can anyone put words to it?

(Credit to "Kovitlac," who this anon most assuredly is NOT: http://kotaku.com/5859451/in-11-minutes-ill-show-you-whats-new-and-good-in-assassins-creed-revelations?comment=44454170#comments )

FILL: Recruitment - Italian style

[(Anonymous)]

I am not sure if kinkmeme hates me or what... if the first post shows, then my apologies for the double-post.
I just had to fill this... can't resist crack.

--

“Don't worry about recruitment, my friend. You'll see that I planned everything just fine.”

Somehow, hearing those words from the Italian assassin did not soothe Yusuf in the slightest. Quite the contrary. Something in the confident tone Ezio used just spelled doom. Maybe he was just being bitter about having a 'stranger' doing what he should be doing himself. Oh well, he'll just give him a chance to work on recruitment – he had so much to do that he could use a second set of hands.

That was before. Right now Yusuf wanted to slam his head in a wall and just pray the gods it was all a nightmare. Because it looked like one well enough.
It had started innocently enough. As he was walking in the streets near Galata's tower, he saw what looked like parchment flowing down – catching one, he found it was a flyer. A flyer with a note saying 'You are young and determined to make things better? The Assassins need you in their fighting injustice! Join now! Living expanses and training free of charge. Contact Ezio Auditore.' While Yusuf could only thank whatever deity above for Ezio's lack of providing the exact location of their hideout, the huge red Assassin's sign that marked the whole page could not be missed. He had a feeling that, while most Templars were actually quite stupid, they were not blind and would obviously recognize it. Sighing, Yusuf crumpled the paper and prepared to toss it in whatever garbage corner. Before deciding against it. Instead, he just threw it against a burning lamp. No use bringing attention. Attention would come about fast enough. It could not be worse anyway and the worst thing that could happen was a reinforced pattern of security patrols. Well, security being an euphemism for 'terror-inducing, violent and just plain annoying Janissaries'. As if he did not need more to deal with.
Ezio was not here when he was finished with his rounds but Yusuf trusted the older man would be back soon enough. Peering into the reports given to him by his recruits, he was nonetheless surprised to see some citizens had actually decided to join them. Perhaps it was worth waiting some more before just telling Ezio off. That was what he thought before another of his men came back with what suspiciously resembled the flyers he had seen. As he read it, he could feeling his eyebrows reaching the top of his forehead – just why did the damn Italian feel the need to write a whole pamphlet against Templars? Of course, they were evil and wanted to 'enslave people' and just 'use them' and whatever. But really. To call them 'cowardly cazzi that deserved retribution for their evil ways'... while it was true – though he himself would have said 'deserved a real ass-kicking session', it was still dangerous to get those all around. He thus asked some of his trusted men to roam the city and get down as many pamphlets as possible. Surely the people would react to this. Whether they react positively was a different matter altogether and Ezio was dangerously close to break one of their creed's tenets... Because if flaunting the Assassins' sign and declaring war against the Templars was not 'compromising the brotherhood', he did not know what would.
Again, it might be an Italian way of doing things and it just worked all fine for Ezio so far, apparently. But he'd really need to catch him and tell him that Constantinople was not Rome. Not the last time he checked at least.
It was only the next day that Yusuf got a hold of Ezio, just as the man was 'sneaking' back to the hideout.
“Ezio, I think there are a few things we need to discuss my friend.”
“It's good I found you, amico mio. I actually have come up with a brilliant idea to rally people to our cause.”
That damn grin again. Time to worry now. “Since you mention it... no more flyers nor pamphlet?”
“No, I decided to go with something a bit more traditional if you see what I mean. Someone tore down my pamphlets during the night...”
Thanks deities they made it! Yusuf had no time to rejoice though, as Ezio was positively dragging him along in the streets then on the rooftops. He was actually surprised to see Ezio run towards one of their old hideout that got claimed by the Templars – again – two days prior. Indeed, he saw no flyers, no pamphlets on the wall. Nothing.
“Whatever your strategy is, I am sure there are simpler way to find recruits than getting them under the Templars' nose.”
“Now now my friend, I told you. It's absolutely brilliant.” Then Ezio motioned to a far-off form that was walking closer to the tower. Then another one, coming from another city. Wearing civilian clothes, those people were not assassins but men Yusuf recognized as those occasionally 'wearing' sandwich boards. And sandwich boards they were carrying.
“See?”
'See what' would have been his reply – had he not squinted to read what was written on the board. It had to be a joke! Staring at Ezio with a dumbstruck look, he found that it was no joke. The Italian had planned it...
“'Want to kick Templars' asses? Join the Assassins' now!' Really?”
“It works, amico mio! Brilliant isn't it?”
Yusuf did not know anymore if he should throw the man from the roof, shake him until he comes to his senses... maybe he was poisoned? Or maybe it was one of those 'old age' problems? Or maybe Ezio was actually sane – or pretending to be... He could not even find the words to yell at him – he looked like a kid who just got to show his relatives his last super – read, ugly – drawing and was expecting praise. He crumpled to the roof, his head in his hands. That was the moment when he was supposed to start crying and wailing about 'whatever in Heaven's name has he done to deserve such fate!'
“Yusuf, are you okay?”
“...”
“Yusuf...”
“First, the flyers. Not subtle but I could live with that. Then the pamphlets. I guess I could have survived that. But this? Ezio... I am not sure about how it works in Italy – this is not Italy.” His tone was growing calm and calculating by the time he was finished. He was not going to cry, no sir. But some assassin was sure as Hell going to get his ass handed to him in a few seconds. “Now, Ezio, I suggest you start running very fast if you don't want me to get you on a pilori for being such a fool.”

The Templars were just staring at the boards, unsure if it was a joke. Perhaps it was a taunt, better not think about it. Just then, a yell was heard and they all looked at the rooftops. They could only gape as they saw two figures running. Assassins. While they did not recognize the first one, the second was their leader in the city. They could not make out clearly what was being yelled, aside from 'blade', 'throat' and 'moronic italian' – aside from colourful terms before they dashed out of sight.

“Man, we won't need to work anymore, assassins' are going to kill each other off."
"You know, if you wanted a tumble in the hay, you'd have to work on your pick up line because this is lame."

Ezio/Suleiman

[(Anonymous)]

The "mio bel menestrello" comment had me laughing. Can we have a fic that revolves around that?

Re: Ezio/Suleiman

[(Anonymous)]

Is it okay if Suleiman mostly doesn't actually understand Ezio's singing?

"I siiiiing in italiano,
You understand no words,
But my Greek is nonexistent,
And my Turkish is absurd"

Ezio's recruiting methods

[(Anonymous)]

When Ezio Auditore da Firenze claimed to have "more than a little" experience at recruiting Assassins, Yusuf Tazim "da Istanbul" had no idea that it would involve flyers, pamphlets and a sandwich board or two, on the grounds of a Den just reoccupied by Templars no less.

The look on Yusuf's face alone writes this in my brain, but cookies and... something to whoever writes it in words or pictures!

(I'm hesitant to offer a fill of your choice since my prose... well, if you've seen my Rebecca x Templar micro-fill it looks like that, but I could use the practice and am willing to make a reciprocal fill.)

**

Credit to Kovitlac here for the idea, who I am NOT (after removing spaces, seeing as my previous post was held up because I left the URL in): kotaku . com /5859451/ in-11-minutes-ill-show-you-whats-new-and-good-in-assassins-creed-revelations?comment=44454170#comments

FILL: Recruitment - Italian-style

[(Anonymous)]

New Year fill! I saw your prompt and I had to jump on it. I hope you'll like it. It was just too priceless to ignore.

...

“Don't worry about recruitment, my friend. You'll see that I planned everything just fine.”

Somehow, hearing those words from the Italian assassin did not soothe Yusuf in the slightest. Quite the contrary. Something in the confident tone Ezio used just spelled doom. Maybe he was just being bitter about having a 'stranger' doing what he should be doing himself. Oh well, he'll just give him a chance to work on recruitment – he had so much to do that he could use a second set of hands.

That was before. Right now Yusuf wanted to slam his head in a wall and just pray the gods it was all a nightmare. Because it looked like one well enough.
It had started innocently enough. As he was walking in the streets near Galata's tower, he saw what looked like parchment flowing down – catching one, he found it was a flyer. A flyer with a note saying 'You are young and determined to make things better? The Assassins need you in their fighting injustice! Join now! Living expanses and training free of charge. Contact Ezio Auditore.' While Yusuf could only thank whatever deity above for Ezio's lack of providing the exact location of their hideout, the huge red Assassin's sign that marked the whole page could not be missed. He had a feeling that, while most Templars were actually quite stupid, they were not blind and would obviously recognize it. Sighing, Yusuf crumpled the paper and prepared to toss it in whatever garbage corner. Before deciding against it. Instead, he just threw it against a burning lamp. No use bringing attention. Attention would come about fast enough. It could not be worse anyway and the worst thing that could happen was a reinforced pattern of security patrols. Well, security being an euphemism for 'terror-inducing, violent and just plain annoying Janissaries'. As if he did not need more to deal with.
Ezio was not here when he was finished with his rounds but Yusuf trusted the older man would be back soon enough. Peering into the reports given to him by his recruits, he was nonetheless surprised to see some citizens had actually decided to join them. Perhaps it was worth waiting some more before just telling Ezio off. That was what he thought before another of his men came back with what suspiciously resembled the flyers he had seen. As he read it, he could feeling his eyebrows reaching the top of his forehead – just why did the damn Italian feel the need to write a whole pamphlet against Templars? Of course, they were evil and wanted to 'enslave people' and just 'use them' and whatever. But really. To call them 'cowardly cazzi that deserved retribution for their evil ways'... while it was true – though he himself would have said 'deserved a real ass-kicking session', it was still dangerous to get those all around. He thus asked some of his trusted men to roam the city and get down as many pamphlets as possible. Surely the people would react to this. Whether they react positively was a different matter altogether and Ezio was dangerously close to break one of their creed's tenets... Because if flaunting the Assassins' sign and declaring war against the Templars was not 'compromising the brotherhood', he did not know what would.
Again, it might be an Italian way of doing things and it just worked all fine for Ezio so far, apparently. But he'd really need to catch him and tell him that Constantinople was not Rome. Not the last time he checked at least.
It was only the next day that Yusuf got a hold of Ezio, just as the man was 'sneaking' back to the hideout.
“Ezio, I think there are a few things we need to discuss my friend.”
“It's good I found you, amico mio. I actually have come up with a brilliant idea to rally people to our cause.”
That damn grin again. Time to worry now. “Since you mention it... no more flyers nor pamphlet?”
“No, I decided to go with something a bit more traditional if you see what I mean. Someone tore down my pamphlets during the night...”
Thanks deities they made it! Yusuf had no time to rejoice though, as Ezio was positively dragging him along in the streets then on the rooftops. He was actually surprised to see Ezio run towards one of their old hideout that got claimed by the Templars – again – two days prior. Indeed, he saw no flyers, no pamphlets on the wall. Nothing.
“Whatever your strategy is, I am sure there are simpler way to find recruits than getting them under the Templars' nose.”
“Now now my friend, I told you. It's absolutely brilliant.” Then Ezio motioned to a far-off form that was walking closer to the tower. Then another one, coming from another city. Wearing civilian clothes, those people were not assassins but men Yusuf recognized as those occasionally 'wearing' sandwich boards. And sandwich boards they were carrying.
“See?”
'See what' would have been his reply – had he not squinted to read what was written on the board. It had to be a joke! Staring at Ezio with a dumbstruck look, he found that it was no joke. The Italian had planned it...
“'Want to kick Templars' asses? Join the Assassins' now!' Really?”
“It works, amico mio! Brilliant isn't it?”
Yusuf did not know anymore if he should throw the man from the roof, shake him until he comes to his senses... maybe he was poisoned? Or maybe it was one of those 'old age' problems? Or maybe Ezio was actually sane – or pretending to be... He could not even find the words to yell at him – he looked like a kid who just got to show his relatives his last super – read, ugly – drawing and was expecting praise. He crumpled to the roof, his head in his hands. That was the moment when he was supposed to start crying and wailing about 'whatever in Heaven's name has he done to deserve such fate!'
“Yusuf, are you okay?”
“...”
“Yusuf...”
“First, the flyers. Not subtle but I could live with that. Then the pamphlets. I guess I could have survived that. But this? Ezio... I am not sure about how it works in Italy – this is not Italy.” His tone was growing calm and calculating by the time he was finished. He was not going to cry, no sir. But some assassin was sure as Hell going to get his ass handed to him in a few seconds. “Now, Ezio, I suggest you start running very fast if you don't want me to get you on a pilori for being such a fool.”

The Templars were just staring at the boards, unsure if it was a joke. Perhaps it was a taunt, better not think about it. Just then, a yell was heard and they all looked at the rooftops. They could only gape as they saw two figures running. Assassins. While they did not recognize the first one, the second was their leader in the city. They could not make out clearly what was being yelled, aside from 'blade', 'throat' and 'moronic italian' – aside from colourful terms before they dashed out of sight.

“Say what, we don't even need to work anymore... assassins are just going to kill each other off."
"If you are asking for a tumble in the hay, you really need to work on a better pick up line."

Appease me?

[(Anonymous)]

Haven't gotten to play Revelations yet since I'm currently broke, (don't mind spoilers anyway), but since I know its more or less written off as an impossibility...

I still crave Ezio/Leo adorable moments like they are my life's blood.

Kind Anons, I have filled for you a couple times before, could you pretty please give to me the most saccharine, rots your teeth fluff your collective minds can create?

Internet baked goods of your choice and true love will be given as rewards.

Music

[(Anonymous)]

_{Just a quick little fill based around Ezio's musical talents, anon.}

Ezio was, quite possibly, the worst musician in all of Italy. This was saying quite a lot, given the quality of most of the minstrels on the streets. But, unfortunately, perhaps in an effort to encourage creativity, his parents had seen fit to have him learn a few simple chords on the lute as a child. It had seemed innocent enough, but one day, when he was nineteen, he learned how much Leonardo da Vinci loved music. From that moment, he practiced his music every opportunity.

Things only got worse when he thought himself good enough to perform. Leonardo would be distracted at all hours by what he had first thought was – to be entirely honest – a dying cat. Upon investigation, he had instead found the young nobleman attempting to serenade him with a supposedly sweet love song. He had opened his mouth to complain, but upon seeing the eager look on Ezio’s face, he found he didn’t have the heart.

Instead, after the third or fourth time, he smiled, taking the gesture as it was meant, and invited the young man inside. He felt something (perhaps excitement, perhaps affection) stir inside him at the sight of the bright grin the simple invitation won. Ezio dedicated himself to Leonardo with the same force and sheer enthusiasm he applied to everything else in life. It was as though nothing could keep the young man down for long. In the end, Ezio stayed the night – though in the morning, his lute was mysteriously gone.

ACR SPOILERS LIKE WOAH

[(Anonymous)]

So, I was playing the... fourth Altair memory, I think? And while he's fighting he drops this one line about all the people Abbas has killed, and at first I was like WHAT and then I was like hang on let me replay this and make sure I heard correctly and then I was like well now I am crying until the end of time.

I would like a slight AU where Altair is in Masyaf when Abbas has Malik killed (or directly kills him, if you want) and proceeds to pay his respects/muse on their (Altair and Malik's) hatemance friendship. I want something sad, because I definitely didn't get enough sad things from the end of Revelations and fucking Embers. (And by definitely didn't I mean I did but I'm still a hideous masochist.)

Re: ACR SPOILERS LIKE WOAH

[(Anonymous)]

I'm going to fill this like tonight. So it'll be up eventually.

It might kinda deviate from the prompt a bit, though :/

AC:R REQUEST (MINOR SPOILERS)

[(Anonymous)]

Ok. So. Duccio. First, Ezio beat him up for what he did to Claudia. Then, he beat him up in Roma. Then he runs screaming when he sees Ezio while with Sofia.

And then, then, Ezio finds him piss drunk in an alleyway, in one of the poorer districts of the city. After beating him up, he takes Duccio somewhere safe and leaves him there, instructing his guards (Romani, mercenaries, thieves, assassins, whoever you like) not to let him leave.

Once Duccio is recovered a bit, Ezio shows up and seduces him. Partly for revenge, partly because he just wants sex. Absolutely NO non-con (or at the very least, warn me so I don't read it). Sex, of course, is much adored, but not compulsory.

tl:dr: Ezio/Duccio, Ezio (consensually) fucks Duccio's brains out

Compromise part 1a

[(Anonymous)]

First time filling, so critique is appreciated :D
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He could not seem to catch a break. Every time he tried to flee, tried to run away from his past, that pezzo di merda assassino appeared to ruin his life even further under the disguise of a dutiful brother protecting the honour of his sister. Duccio snorted, taking another swig of his wine. ‘Honour. That cagna had no more honour than the rest of her family. Auditore scum.’ he said, spitting out the words with the acid dripping from every word. No wonder his father told him that he could do better. To be associated with such filth... His mind drifted away to the last time he ‘met’ with the assassino. The look in his eyes… He shivered subconsciously, remembering the aura of death that the man wore like a cloak, haunting him in his sleep.

‘I will not let some lowly family get to me.’ He stood up, his mind set on returning to the market for a confrontation with the man, only to feel his legs buckle under him, sending him crashing back onto the crates he had been lounging on ever since he acquired the bottle of liquor. Sighing, he finished the drink and threw the bottle towards the wall opposite of him. But instead of the expected crash, he heard a soft thump, and then a mocking chuckle.

Duccio immediately shoved himself onto his feet, holding on to the crates for support. ‘Who is there! Show yourself!’ He was met with silence, and an eerie feeling washed over him. ‘I know you’re there!’ He screamed, pulling his dagger from the folds of his clothing, ready to defend himself as best as he could in his hazy state of mind. The air around him shifted, and before he could turn himself around he doubled over in pain, a vicious fist having hit him in the stomach. Fighting the urge to heave, he heard the same mirthless chuckle, this time much closer. ‘Speaking such vile words, while you yourself are drinking your sorrows away in the filth, Duccio.’ The man spoke in a low and threatening voice, sending shivers down Duccio’s spine. He recognized that voice. Snapping his head up he stared into the hooded face of Ezio Auditore, the very man who he wished dead more than anything else. Although aged significantly, he still looked every bit the Florentine nobleman he knew all those years ago. In his drunken stupor he realized that this was his chance to get even with the lurido bastardo. Get back for the humiliation he suffered, the scars he received and the memories he cursed him with. Feeling the fury spread inside him like a fire, he gathered every last ounce of strength in him and lunged at the hooded figure, slashing his dagger wildly in an attempt to do as much damage as possible before collapsing on the ground, exhausted from the alcohol and exertion.

The move surprised Ezio, not thinking him capable of doing anything more than drawling insults and attempting to stand up straight. Yet the man who ran from him as soon as he spotted his old foe was now fighting back. It was not much of a fight, but a fight nonetheless. Wondering what made him make such a mad move, he raised his hand to his face to touch the shallow cut the blade had left, feeling a small amount of blood trailing down his cheek and onto the collar of his robe. Anger boiled up inside him as he looked at Duccio, who now was curled up on the ground. Before he could reach the dagger that he had dropped after the assault, Ezio brought his booted foot down onto the hand of the man, feeling satisfied by the yelp of pain it brought forth. ‘Are you tired of running now, Duccio?’ he asked, crunching the hand as Duccio could only whimper in response. Continuing in a mockingly sweet tone he moved his boot from the other man’s hand and placed it on his neck, turning him on his back in the process. ‘Do you think yourself man enough to face the consequences of your cowardly actions?’ when no reply came, he kicked his leg into his side, causing the figure to gasp in pain as he struggled to find his voice.

Subject Sixteen/Desmond

[(Anonymous)]

AC:R Spoilers

Sixteen pretty much states that he could use Desmond's body to escape from the Animus, but missed the opportunity to do so. I'd like to see something based on this premise: Sixteen being very interested in Desmond's body, the only other really tactile thing in the Black Room, and Sixteen has been stuck down in there for so long with pretty much nothing else. I don't want him taking over Desmond's body, but definitely some body horror should be included, with the flipside being that Desmond genuinely feels sorry for Sixteen, even if he's unnerved by him.

TL;DR SIXTEEN IS SUPER-BROKEN AND SURPRISINGLY ADORABLE

Re: Subject Sixteen/Desmond

[(Anonymous)]

Potential authornon here- what do you want by way of body horror? Also, how do you feel about a body-share or split-personality ending? I love the idea of a sympathetic 16 fic (as much as I love creepy!16, he's always struck me as being well-meaning).

bittersweet leonardo/ezo post revelations

[(Anonymous)]

A fiction set after revelations where Ezio and Sofia are together. Can be right after revelations? Melzi shows up on Ezio's doorstep with ___ (a letter he never sent Ezio, a journal about his feeling for ezio, a portrait of ezio that leonardo never finished). Melzi felt Ezio should have it.

Double points if you mention why leonardo disappeared from ezios life after brotherhood.

FILL / 1

[(Anonymous)]

The home, Melzi thinks, is meager. Unasuming. Simple. But Florence could lend even the most mundane things an old-world charm that his mentor had often praised as Italy's strongest point: that is had a way of making all things feel like home. Florence could make even the air-bubbled mortar and the cracking shingles of the overhang feel quaint, warm, well-loved. This home was well-loved. Inside something cooks and it laces the surrounding air with zest and there is the gentle sing-song of laughter that twines alongside it.

Melzi had never understood why Leonardo had longed so painfully for one person. Leonardo, who the world loved. Leonardo, who took a moment, a beauty, an idea, and flourished it against stucco in goldleaf and abgaish, effortlessly. Leonardo, who might have had anyone he pleased. Leonardo, who might have been happy.

How he had suffered quietly over the mysterious assassin from his past. The assassin who had become something otherwordly, a thing of great stories that Leonardo would lavish on his apprentices in lazy afternoon hours when the heat was unbearable and the gesso drying. 'Like a bird with it's wings spread when he drops from a roof, bello', Leonardo had written in the margin of one of his journals in elegant, backwards italian - and then dozens of pages of bird illustrations because he could not safely draw what he really longed to draw. That obsession with birds that had formed. That obsession with freeing them that Leonardo had taken even to france in his old age. Melzi had often wondered if Leonardo considered his quiet suffering, in effect, freeing the assassin from guilt or obligation all those years ago when he might have spoken some truth, when something might still have been done.

Melzi had been in the court of the king of france with the maestro, he had watched courtyards fill to receieve the master artist, noblemen for a mile just hoping to catch a glimpse of Leonardo Da Vinci. It had been lush, brocades and damask and servants and feasts. And, through it all, Leonardo had never tarnished or turned ugly from the praise and the surface adorations of the masses. He had, Melzi finally understood, been grounded by his pain. Until the very end any lack of immediate distraction would turn the maestro's eyed toward a backlit star sky or a crackling fire and all his regrets would burn brightly in the reflection of his clear blue eyes.

Yusuf/Suleiman

[(Anonymous)]

Yusuf is VERY protective of the young prince.

Re: Yusuf/Suleiman

[(Anonymous)]

YES PLEASE

[(Anonymous)]

SPOILERS ahead.

I want sad, tragic story.
Malik's in love with Altair. Has been for a long time. Unrequited love. A secret never to be revealed, no matter how much it hurts.
When Altair and his family leave for Mongolia, he gifts Malik a token of their friendship (ring, charm, pendant, whatever else), that Malik always keeps close to him.
After murder of Sef and Malik being sent to prison, is when things get complicated. Every day in prison is a constant abuse and torture from guards and Abbas, as well as self-hate from blaming himself for not being better leader - letting Altair down. Each time he is being abused, he clutches Altair's ring/pendant/whatever in his hand, to keep himself sane. The little gift from Altair was the only thing he was allowed to keep from his old life.
Slowly Malik loses his mind. He becomes delusional. Illusions are his reality escape mechanism. He sees Altair everywhere. Every-time he is raped, he sees Altair making love to him, every-time he is beaten, he sees Altair caressing him etc. With time it gets even worse - he sees himself living a normal everyday life, similar to one before he was sent to prison. Until he is found and rescued by Altair - what happens then I will leave to writer's imagination, just make it sad.

Bonus:
+If you could show Malik slip in and out of his illusions - contrast between his dreams and brutal reality.
+I'd like a scene where he is beaten to a bloody pulp or raped and still smile through blood, because he is imagining something nice, a happy moment.
+It would be amazing to see Malik's abusers' reactions to his insanity too, no?

I know is a Wow-fuck-huge request, but please bear with me.

[(Anonymous)]

Someone else can totally fill this, This was just me playing..im a little nervous because iv never really written or done one of these before. Im just fangirling and wanted to write something pertaining to your idea...I love your idea by the way! I might write more if anyone would like me to. Please excuse my terrible grammar and mis-usage of punctuation. haha
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It was appalling; the man he loathed and ridiculed, the man who stripped him of more than just his patience was now the only driving force that kept his will to survive a slowly flickering ember. That ember was suffocating, much like he was at that moment, but still fluttering with some hope that it may soon be strengthened with some sort of fuel.
Another breath of ash and another creak of that damned iron door. It became a sick routine, another game Abbas played to instill fear and enforce dominance over these men, these brainwashed followers to a man who obsessed over a power he himself could not tame nor understand.
Rubble from the aged stone fell from the hinges like powder, settling on the only earth Malik could remember.
He once was defiant to these intrusions. He would thrash, and scream and try to intimidate. Though lacking a limb proved to be a disadvantage, something he could blame on the only person his brain would frantically envision in these moments.
He had become the punching bag, and as these minions of Abbas imagined Altair as the writhing victim before them, Malik recognized Altair as the only force that told him to draw one more breath.
He rolled over to greet this intruder, a new routine that the guards came to admire, much to their amusement.
A gash was carved into the right side of Malik’s lips to help these men envision the man before them as their true goal to instill their wrath upon. It was freshened daily, a beginning to the ritual.
Malik’s eyes would bulge and cross, his toes would curl and his tongue would practically leave molds of his teeth. The pain was excruciating, even now. Though nothing could compare to the crippling pain of knowing that the man he thought more than just an ally would ever even acknowledge it.
What would he think, what if he saw him now?
The guard clawed at abused flesh,...his breath was foul. Yet, in the far recesses of Malik’s mind, a defense mechanism would suddenly be given life.
He wasn’t sure when these phenomenons began, but he could no longer deny the fact that his eyes would glaze and settle upon something much farther off. It should have been sinful, that in moments like these, he almost found some sort of relief. Scarlet liquid dribbled down his chin and Malik reeled his head back.. Would Altair’s grip be this firm, would he gasp in this sort of rhythmatic pattern…or leave patterns of yellowed and bluish flesh in his wake?
Phantom lips ghosted across his cheek and teeth would nip at his collar. He could feel the scar of Altair’s lip brush against his wounds and the pain would seemingly ebb away. He felt alive, for fleeting moments he could recall the feel of those calloused pads of Altair’s hands. He could feel their rough but welcoming stroke against the side of his neck and across his hip. Perhaps he was back at the bureau; the smell of incense would yield to the intoxicating scent of the man who would be before him…the man who shaped his life in more ways than he would ever know. Before he knew it, Malik’s mouth was forming something similar to a grin. He could not recall the last time his lips were ever drawn back into something other than a wince or sneer. It felt unnatural and foreign, yet it remained throughout his hallucination.

SLIGHT EMBERS SPOILERS

[(Anonymous)]

In Embers, it's stated that Ezio is still buds with Machiavelli and that they live fairly close. I just need fic of Ezio, Sofia and Machiavelli hanging out at each other's villas talking about dead Greeks. Very much inspired by this picture of Ezio reading and looking ridiculously sexy while doing so: http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luuxribPbM1qj7ezro2_r1_500.png

Older Ezio+Desmond

[(Anonymous)]

Anon has been playing revelations nonstop and absolutely loves this older, more mature Ezio.

WANT: An older, revelations age Ezio seducing and loving up Desmond. As the seducer, Ezio should be on top.

Make it happen!

Re: Older Ezio+Desmond

[(Anonymous)]

(Anon fails at being anon)

Rough or fluffy and a creeped-out-thus-dub-con-because-of-50+-Ezio-Desmond or not?

[(Anonymous)]

Desmond upon awakening; trying cope with being in a coma for a week, losing Lucy and Sixteen, and having his Father around again.

And not coping very well.

[(Anonymous)]

Weird question: if I had something short that vaguely exlpored this post-coma thing, but it wasn't necessarily exactly as requested, would you still want it?

Family Ties

[(Anonymous)]

I've lurked through all four part of this kink meme, but recently something happened in this anon's life to make her want to request something. This anon had always known she was adopted, her parents told her when she was fairly little, but it didn't stop the love she felt for her parents. Earlier this month, adopted!anon's biological older sister found her. Needless to say.. it has been very awkward. Older sister wants adopted!anon to attend thanksgiving with her and anon's biological parents. Adoptive!anon is a sucker for puppy eyes and agreed.

So, here's my request. Sorry if it's a little odd and unsexy.

Altair and Ezio found out that they have a younger brother, Desmond, and track him down and attempt to create a brotherly bond with the slightly unwilling Desmond.

-Bonus points-
*If the usual pairing (AltxMal, EzioxLeo, and ShaunxDes) are somehow included. ((But not necessary))
*If Ezio is a little.. over excited with the fact he has another brother (One that's not as serious as Altair)
*The Theme 'Thanksgiving' is somehow used
*If Altair, Ezio, and Desmond's father is called a 'man-whore'
*And finally, protective!Atlair towards both of his younger brother. (I'm assuming Altair would be the oldest because.. I dunno. Just because)


Thank you for any anon who fills this. You will have my kink meme virginity. Be gentle. (or not)

Re: Family Ties

[(Anonymous)]

Ooh, I like this idea. Very, very much. Totally seconded.

And I hope things go well for you on Thanksgiving!

Planned from the Beginning

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like a fic where everything was planned by the Assassins. For whatever reason, Giovanni, Federico and Petruccio had to die, otherwise Ezio would never become an Assassin and then the world would die in 2012 or something like that.

Do whatever you want, I just want basically all of Ezio's friends to have planned his life from the very beginning, and everyone in the Assassin Order is in on it.
Bonus Points if Ezio finds out about it. His reaction is up to you.

Re: Planned from the Beginning

[(Anonymous)]

Isn't this what the aliens have been doing? Oh wait nvm, you wanted it to be the assassins doing it. Ignore me.

Ezio/Sofia, Ezio/Leonardo

[(Anonymous)]

Sofia finds out about Ezio's past relationship with Leonardo when he gets a message that he's passed away. Instead of freaking out (as Ezio expects her to, what with Leonardo being a man) she comforts him in his grief.

Re: Ezio/Sofia, Ezio/Leonardo

[(Anonymous)]

The lady IS highly unconventional for the time frame, I could see it.

Penis Jokes

[(Anonymous)]

Supposedly, a section in the Leonardo's Codex Arundel contains an extensive list of penis euphemisms.

I want a fic where Ezio comes across this list. I don't care how you have him react, but bonus points if you have him suggest a few that Leonardo missed.

Altair: Happy Ending

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Altairs' last few moments broke my heart and I sobbed for hours. Could someone make a small fic where he gets reunited with Maria, Malik and Sef if you want to throw in Al Mualim and his parents- maybe even Abbas (remember his last words at the end of the Secret Crusade?) that be fine too. I just would like to see Altair freed from his weariness and sorrow.

Re: Altair: Happy Ending

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded about the heartbreaking, albeit more for the sight of the legendary (in gamer minds and culture, that is) Altaïr shakily stumbling to do a once-upon-a-time basic, non-acrobatic action, and thus what had become of him physically...

Angel/Demon AU

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WELLL I didn't see another prompt like this in part three, but i could be wrong who knows. and i'm aware someone on ff is writing something, but i'm curious to see what the anons here can do with it.
some may have seen these, some may not, but these lovely pieces by allahdammit over on dA: http: //tinyurl.com/adart1

do with it what you will, writer!anons :3c

Re: Angel/Demon AU

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Not to be a downer, (I might, actually, fill this) but under "Come Closer" there's a link to a fic already.