asscreedkinkmeme ([personal profile] asscreedkinkmeme) wrote2010-09-13 08:44 pm
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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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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.

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List of Kinks
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#2 (Livejournal) Archive
(Delicious.com) Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
Part 1
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Part 4
Part 5
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Discussion

Leonardo Babysits

(Anonymous) 2010-12-10 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
Ezio brings his kid/kids around to Leonardo's for a quick visit, and then has to go out on some mission, leaving kid/kids with Leo. However, Ezio's kids are a little of control, smart mouthed, and attempting to climb all over things. Basically, little holy terrors very much like I imagine Ezio and his siblings were to people who weren't their immediate family.

Cue Ezio feeling guilty about leaving the little assassins to terrorize Leonardo, only to come back and find that they are perfectly well behaved. Like, patiently sitting down/totally into what Leo's talking about/unlike anything he's ever seen when the little assassins interact with anyone else.

Bonus points if Leo's all smug about being to control the little assassins almost better than their own dad.

Re: Leonardo Babysits

(Anonymous) 2010-12-11 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
THAT IS ADORABLE.

Someone please fill this! <3

Escaping

(Anonymous) 2010-12-10 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
Because Desmond gets kidnapped in the beginning of the game, forced to relive his ancestor's memories, almost killed, forced into the trunk of a car, taken somewhere else, reliving his ancestor's memories again,bleeds the memories, threatened again, dragged into the animus while escaping, breaking into his ancestor's home, bleeds the memories some more(which starts to get somewhat depressing and kinda makes him doubt his sanity), relives the memories, let out for 10 minutes at night, bleeds some more, goes to look for the Apple.

If I were Desmond I'll be kinda pissed at Lucy and the rest. So I want to see Desmond try and escape both the Assassins (Lucy&Co.) and the Templar. And obviously fail.

Re: Escaping

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Seconded!

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Ezio/Mercenarii gangbang!

(Anonymous) 2010-12-10 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Remember how Ezio can have various brawls (all the while gloriously half-naked!) in ACB?

What if, after one such game they decide to have a little fun with a very excited and willing Ezio? All those sweaty, manly men take turns at our intrepid Assassin and stuff every usable hole he has. :D

Re: Ezio/Mercenarii gangbang!

(Anonymous) 2010-12-11 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
god yes, please, if this isn't done by the time I'm finished with my other fills I will do it.

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(Anonymous) 2010-12-11 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Leonardo, what does it mean?" Ezio peered over his friend's shoulder, studying the strange note. The engineer frowned.

"I do not know. It seems to be some kind of code. I cannot decipher it."

Ezio looked suspiciously at the glowing sphere on the table.

"Perhaps it is another trick of the Apple. An illusion," he said. Leonardo nodded.

"Yes, perhaps. Maybe it is best we put it away for the night." Ezio nodded, and tucked the Apple back into its pouch at his belt. He glanced at the strange message in Leonardo's hand.

"And Leonardo? Burn that. We do not want it falling into the wrong hands."

Leonardo tossed the mysterious missive into the fire without a second thought.

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Shattered Order

(Anonymous) 2010-12-11 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
Ok, Ezio cannot be the only one who was so horrendously destroyed by the Auditore execution. I want to see some Assassin's broken on hearing the news - angry, griefstricken assassins. Mario to turn the villa upside down or something. Volpe to be ablaze, really lose it at one of his theives and have them think he's crazy. As many people as you want - I just want it to be more than Ezio's pain, but the Order's.

Re: Shattered Order

(Anonymous) 2010-12-11 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, oh, seconding this! I was really miffed that the game barely showed anyone get upset over the Auditore family's betrayal. You'd think being sworn members of the Brotherhood, they'd at least show a little anger and desire for vengeance...

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Fill 2: La Volpe in Lutto [1/?]

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Memory Loss

(Anonymous) 2010-12-11 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
What if Ezio lost all his memories he had after the death of his father and brothers after gettting a particularly violent hit to the head (in Brotherhood or very late in AC2 timeline is up to filler)? Aaaaand, he actually had an attraction to Leo when he was 17 and never acting on it until he pretty much supressed that in later years. So conflict ahead!

Go go go!

Ezio/Prowler

(Anonymous) 2010-12-11 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Idk, I just wanna see more Il Lupo AKA the Prowler. Maybe he was caught trying to spy on the Brotherhood and Ezio decides to teach him a lesson. Hell, maybe the novices can watch/join in, I don't care. I just really want to see Il Lupo being a smart-mouthed bitch and Ezio not having it.

Make it hard and rough. Bonus points for bondage and Il Lupo being gagged. My firstborn if Il Lupo starts off putting up a huge fight but winds up begging for it 'cos Ezio won't let him finish.

Re: Ezio/Prowler

(Anonymous) 2010-12-14 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
JESUS!

... Seconding so hard...

(Anonymous) 2010-12-11 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
OP has a D/s kink. So let's get some D/s in our S/d, shall we?
(AHA, IT'S A PUN!)

Let's say that Desmond gets off on being held down, humiliated, and called names.
Things Shaun is good at.

So a good-natured, friendly physical altercation occurs after some banter (perhaps Des calls Shaun a "Limey"), and Desmond ends up being pinned down. This gets him hard.

Frottage, face-fucking, and spanking, accompanied by dirty talk ensues. Name-calling is a must; Shaun calling him a bitch, a whore, a twat (or other British slang).

Super Bonus All-my-love points if afterwards, they cuddle and fall asleep in bed together, and it is revealed they are a secretly established couple.

Sorry for the specificity. <3

(Anonymous) 2010-12-13 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
unf so fucking hot <3 seconded!

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Ezio/Leo

(Anonymous) 2010-12-12 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
I need a fic explaining this pic : http://i54.tinypic.com/ip6rgo.jpg

Re: Ezio/Leo

(Anonymous) 2010-12-12 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
I'm already writing one for that very pic, so...CLAIMING.

...I don't know why I bother going anon for stuff like this. I'm just going to fill, then turn right around and post it everywhere else like normal. XD

BUT YOU WILL SEE IT HERE FIRST, OP. <3

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Write!fag for the Fill.

(Anonymous) 2010-12-12 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
This will be my first shot. I hope I don't dissapoint, OP. Not sure how many parts it'll have, it won't be too long, but I need to post and sleep.

xxx
Just a Number

A sigh filtering past his lips, past old scars, reached the ears of the impatient boy sitting in front of him. The man sitting calmly on the bench before him was calm, though he allowed a smile to twinge briefly on his lips before it faded into one of mild amusement at the youth’s critical face. His face was tanned deeply from the Venetian sun and messy hair that reminded him suddenly (and painfully) of Petruccio when he neglected brushing his hair. The assassin’s gaze rested curiously on the boy. He lacked the frame of Petruccio. Young and thin, the master assassin could view the strength in his arms that were still thin and immature. Ezio Auditore smirked, his head drooping in a way that made some of his grayed hair fall over his eyes.

“Are you dead, old man?” Those brown eyes, so similar to his sparkled with satisfaction as he folded his arms and dared the older man to respond to his crass statement. Ezio stifled the strong urge to laugh, no, the part of him that was apt to rush and quick to anger had faded long ago in a man who no longer existed. In the reflections of unseeing eyes and bloodshed, the master assassin had matured. Having lived battles worth many lifetimes and still running the assassins of Italy, some time with an uncouth grandchild would hardly shake him.

Ezio merely stared back at the boy calmly, chocolate brown eyes issuing a silent challenge. Fifteen-year-olds were difficult, but it had been far more so when his son had decided to raise the boy in Venice. Certainly, it was safe. Large, but he had established connections with factions that had been friendly toward his father. They were all too eager to accept him when he’d shown all the promises of his senior. Still, many years without seeing the continuation of his blood had been upsetting. Though he trained assassins, nursing them in a way similar to children they were bound by the Brotherhood, not blood. It was a human desire, he assumed, as was settling down.

“Not hardly, my boy. I see my son has given you my fantastic sense of humour.” This had annoyed the boy, and Ezio had known it. Watching his slack little mouth contort to a pout and his arms fold, he was momentarily grateful that the boy was ignorant (as of now) to Templars and Assassins. He was simply a boy who had been trained in urban movement, as Ezio had been as a youth. Standing defiantly and clutching small fists, the boy looked at his elder who currently wore clothes more reminiscent of a noble and one that led a good life. Of course, the boy would think they were nobles, and he would not understand how much of Rome Ezio had under his thumb. Though the state faced turmoil, it was not enough that he would still not receive benefits for stirring the city from underneath the Borgia’s greedy fingers.

“No he didn’t! You’re nothing like me!” He declared, defiant, his words ringing and causing those who passed to stare in the pregnant pause that followed his statement.

“Is that so?” Asked Ezio, surprisingly gently as he gave the boy a knowing smirk.

“Yes. I am Ciro Auditore da Venezia.” His hands rested on his hips confidently, and he could peg his weight resting on one of his legs far more than the other which would certainly give him the overconfident swagger that Ezio claimed when he was younger.

“You bear my name, at least.” Ezio offered, “But we share far more than that. Come.” The child was dubious for a few moments, but he had no desire to be left alone. His father had left on a more dangerous (yet crucial) mission and his father finally believed that he was old enough to spend time with his ‘cretino nonno’.

Re: Write!fag for the Fill.

(Anonymous) 2010-12-12 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
FFf. Too late, mis posted. Disregard this while I find wherever it's supposed to go.

Ah well.

cuntboy!Altair

(Anonymous) 2010-12-12 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
so what I'm thinking is that the Apple goes a little wonky and replaces Altair's downstairs equipment with a female one. Altair is understandably upset at first, but totally moves on with his life without telling anyone because, hey, it really doesn't matter until--

--he tries to wank off. It's not that easy anymore. Sexually frustrated, Altair begins to experiment with himself, fingering, rubbing, finding out that he can orgasm more than once in less amount of time, etc. I just want Altair to masturbate the fuck out of himself.

At some point, it'd be great if Malik could get involved,but it's not necessary.

Re: cuntboy!Altair

(Anonymous) 2010-12-16 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
I want this like INCREDIBLE BURNING.

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Seriously need this like I need oxygen

(Anonymous) 2010-12-12 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
First request is for something with double penetration and spanking. It doesn't matter what pairing it is (just as long as it doesn't involve ShaunDes or Altair/Malik), go crazy on that, anon.

Alternative request is for ANYTHING with Pietro (Lucrezia's lover that Cesare tries to have assassinated). Pair him with anyone--hell, even a solo fic would make me a happy cookie.

Bonus Points if:
The double pen and spanking is Federico/Vieri/Ezio (with Vieri on the receiving end)
You work Pietro into the first prompt o3o

Fill 1/?

(Anonymous) 2011-02-04 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
It BURNED.

That was all Vieri could register at the moment--a sharp, burning sensation as he was mercilessly stretched beyond what he thought was possible. Both the Auditore brothers at once? One was insufferable enough, but two?

Why was he doing this? WHY?

Ezio was apparently thinking the same thing, lying flat on his back with both Vieri and Federico over him. His face had twisted from the initial exertion when he and Federico had pressed their way into tightness, and now from struggling to keep still so Vieri could adjust.

“This is crazy,” he said, his voice strained and his hands clutching his hair as he was gripped in an unbearably tense grasp. It was taking all of his self-control to not move. “Why are we doing this?”

Federico grinned at him over Vieri’s shoulder. Despite the discomfort, he was enjoying himself. “Because I love the two of you?” Ezio merely rolled his eyes, already used to his sometimes overly affectionate ways, but Vieri wasn’t so unruffled.

“I hate the two of you," he hissed through gritted teeth. Absolute hatred. He was going to kill the both of them. By means of impalement! That would show them!

He was just starting to get into envisioning their helpless screams when he felt Federico’s fingers splay over his throat and take hold of his chin. He was about to tell him off for ruining his perfectly good fantasy, when Federico forced him to arch back so he could kiss him over his shoulder.

Ezio gave a disgusted noise, having nothing else to look at. "Jeez, you two. You want me to leave you alone?"

Vieri broke away from Federico, glaring harshly. "And just whose idea was this in the first place?" he spat.

“Hey, I was just playing around with the idea of a threesome, and it didn't involve you!”

“Did it involve this?” Vieri snarled, slamming his fist into Ezio's stomach and wrenching a hurt noise from a clenched jaw. He took vindictive pleasure in the way Ezio’s eyes narrowed furiously, the way his teeth bared like an animal. Ezio balled up his fists, pushing himself to his elbows. Vieri tensed, ready to fight despite their positions, but before he could do anything more, a sharp slap was delivered to his hip. He jerked away with a startled cry. What the hell was that!

He shot a look over his shoulder at Federico who was smiling apologetically with a sheepish expression, as if he didn’t mean to do what he just did. “Did you just…?” Vieri trailed off at the feel of a warm hand over his abused skin. Oh, Federico did NOT just fucking hit him.

Vieri stared at him incredulously, too shocked to lash out and break the bastard’s jaw like he should have. Federico kissed his slack-jawed mouth.

“Be nice,” he said lightly. Federico knew he was going to get it later, but he didn’t want their usual violence towards each other now. Ezio and Vieri could bicker all they want—-it was amusing to watch their back and forth--but having them start a skirmish right now would be highly inconvenient.

When he heard snickering beneath him, both he and Vieri turned to see Ezio biting into his lip, trying not to laugh.

“You just got slapped,” he said, sounding very much entertained. “Like an unruly child.”

Vieri couldn’t punch him across the face hard enough, and a hand snapped around his wrist from behind him when he pulled it back to strike again. He opened his mouth to demand that Federico let him go when the angry look was wiped from his face, another hard smack resounding across his skin.

“Stop that,” Federico demanded before glancing over to Ezio, who looked cross with his hand over his injured mouth, then back to Vieri, who took on a similar heated look. He grinned. “Unless you want me to continue.”

“I think you should,” Ezio said harshly, and Federico had to hold Vieri tighter to keep him from lashing out again. He couldn’t stop him from shouting at Ezio, though.

“Bastard! How about I hit you!”

“Idiot! You already did!”

“Whine some more, Auditore!”

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I love you writer!anon

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(Anonymous) 2010-12-12 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Altair/Desmond. Anything, maybe Desmond has a wet dream or something? Glitch? Whatever, just make it happen!

(Anonymous) 2010-12-13 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Have you seen this (insanely hot) fill?
http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/16841.html?thread=51145#t51145

However, this is one of my favorite pairings and there can never be too much.

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FILL [1/1]

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writer anon (again)

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Writer!anon

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(Anonymous) 2010-12-12 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Ezio/Machievelli, bottom!Ezio - Sex (dirty, rough?) in a Borgia tower.

(Anonymous) 2010-12-13 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Seconding so hard.

Some drama and age gaps!!

(Anonymous) 2010-12-13 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
This anon is craving some Auditores-survived-the-execution. Thinking they'd have to split once they were brought back and keep it a secret that they're alive, and scamper off to join other assassin's via Mario's orders (whether they know if they're the only one alive or not is up to anon).

La Volpe takes Frederico under his wing and teaches him how to be a theif and an assassin. A little dynamic forms between them - cue some hesitancy on both parts and SEX IN AN ALLEYWAY behind Volpe's cloak.

Re: Some drama and age gaps!!

(Anonymous) 2010-12-13 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Oooh ooh seconding!!!! Does anon have a length preference?

(Anonymous) 2010-12-13 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Assassin!Ezio/Templar!Leonardo

I know we've had a bunch of Templar!Leo on this meme, but I wholeheartily believe you can never have enough Templar!Leo. ^-^ Anyway, I'd like to request a forbidden romance between an Assassin (Ezio) and a Templar (Leonardo.) Sex is optional (but don't get me wrong, OPanon would LOVE some sex in this). If Writer!Anon should choose to put sex in this, Ezio topping is a personal kink of mine. As is dirty talk. (sorry Leo~)

Other than that, this is all up to Writer!Anon. Do the Templars/Assassins/both find them out? Do they run away together and live happily ever after? Have fun with it! XD

(sorry for the long request...I'll go lurk and wait for a filler now...)

(Anonymous) 2010-12-13 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
i can´t make any promises as of yet, but ...would you mind if this took the au-train to romeo&juliet?
because then I maybe have an idea

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Disambiguation [1/elsewhere]

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OP here!

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Split Personality

(Anonymous) 2010-12-13 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
I thought about how dangerous Leonardo as an assassin would be - genius inventor, knows a lot about anatomy, designs weapons - but that his personality wouldn´t match.

So, what if Leonardo had a darker side?
Not a side that he´s aware of, more like a black guardian that comes out when Leonardo is scared/attacked.
So, I want Leonardo in distress which causes his other side to reveal and then kick serious ass - he´s strong, fast and most importantly, ruthless.

Bonus if his other side is aware of its status and is very protective of Leonardo, going to immense lengths to save him.

double bonus if somehow Leonardo´s dark side is triggered (maybe attacked by guards), lashes out and then Ezio comes along, is disturbed by what he sees and demands an explanation. And then dark!Leonardo tells him that he was born from the need to keep Leonardo safe, and that he secretly wishes that he wasn´t needed, that Leonardo would be protected, and then Ezio promises to do that.

Re: Split Personality

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Oh fffffff! This would be fantastic to read!

Seconded.

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Knowledge is Power, and Power Corrupts

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Knowledge is Power, and Power Corrupts

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Not OP, but in love

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Knowledge is Power, and Power Corrupts (4/Who knows?)

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Knowledge is Power, and Power Corrupts

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Passer-By anon

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long over-due op

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Ezio/Leo H/C Glass

(Anonymous) 2010-12-13 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
Ezio/Leonardo hurt/comfort fic, with Leo pulling shards of glass out of Ezio's skin. Don't care about the rest of the circumstances.

Bonus points for making it their first time together.

Re: Ezio/Leo H/C Glass

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Write!fag here is on it! Might take a bit with finals and work, but it will be here.

Why do I love seeing Ezio in pain so much? I think there's something wrong with me.

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Hush, My Love (1/2)

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Hush, My Love (2/2)

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Not OP...

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(Anonymous) 2010-12-13 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)

Ezio never got the time to properly mourn the loss of his family. Things have gone so fast that it overwhelms him, and he reaches his breaking point. Que a little h/c from someone who harbors (secret) feelings for him. Maybe leads to some fluffy sexy time?

Would prefer slash and someone other than Leo, as there are already a whole lot of very wonderful Leo/Ezio fics here. Perhaps Machiavelli or La Volpe?

(Anonymous) 2010-12-13 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Seconded, especially if it's Machiavelli :D

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T-T

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ezio mourns his family, h/c with machiavelli

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OP here

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Malik deathfic

(Anonymous) 2010-12-13 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
There are a couple of fics out there where Leonardo dies, and I've read an Ezio deathfic on y!gal. Altaïr is pretty much out of the question since he's most likely immortal... but what happened to Malik? I doubt that he'd take the immortal path.

Preferably set after AC1 where Malik has already helped Altaïr with his grand mastery ways for a few years. I don't care how it happens, whether he dies of old age or through an accident or disease or whatever... Altaïr has to be there in his final moment though.

Please.Make.Me.Cry! OAO

Bonuspoints if you can work Kadar in there as well, like... Malik sees him in the last few seconds or something.

I'm sorry Malmal but I crave your death right now. T_T

you already know - 1/?

(Anonymous) 2010-12-14 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Malik is surrounded.

White armor, crimson crosses, familiar in a way that no Assassin could ever mistake, chain mail and metal helmets flecked by nicks and dents along with other signs of hard battles won. All of their faces are hidden by helms, but Malik knows that behind the thin slits in the red-painted steel each well-trained pair of eyes is narrowed and sharp, watching, calculating, making note of every possible weak spot that they can use to their advantage.

Of which Malik, admittedly, has many.

For a time, there is no movement from either party. The Templar soldiers simply stare at the lone Assassin, perhaps thinking him insane and suicidal. Malik wonders, for a moment, how long they will continue hesitating -- he is but one man, and they outnumber him by over a dozen. In an unexpected attack during the middle of the night, the Templars had rushed past the guards of their camp and killed anyone else who crossed their path with ruthless speed and precision, and yet now they halt at the sight of a single one-armed man in their way. This perplexed reaction is exactly what Malik was hoping for.

The odds are not the slightest bit in his favor, Malik knows this, but he will not call for recruits -- rather, it was he that sent them away, ordering that they abandon the camp and regroup so as to flank the remaining Templars and take them by surprise. The flaw in this quickly-devised plan was that they needed someone to provide a crucial distraction; however, that unlucky person would have no chance of survival. Malik could not knowingly send one of his men to certain death.

He picks the obvious choice, the logical choice; if he dies, he knows it will be for the greater good of his fellow Assassins.

The decision is not made out of a sense of pride, nor any other petty, vain emotion. Indeed, Malik has no time to deal with any emotions, not right now.

The calm of the storm breaks. One impatient soldier shifts away from the group, steps forward with sword drawn, and the battle begins.

Malik fights, as he always does, with tooth and nail, blade and strength, using agility to his full advantage. The first to attempt to strike meets a swift demise -- a quick side-step around, dodging the clumsily wide swing of the Templar's sword aimed for his unguarded left side, and Malik's favored curved dagger lodges just at the exposed base of his skull, steel severing spine with vicious ease before he pulls the blade out harshly.

Blood sprays and spatters onto Malik's clothes, the first stain of many more to come. Before the soldier's body even has time to hit the ground, the rest of the swarm is already moving in for the kill.

It is obvious that they don't consider him much of a threat, handicapped by his missing limb, but Malik has long since learned how to use this false notion to his benefit. They don't expect him to move so fast, impeccably balanced, dodging and ducking and placing hits with quick, deadly accuracy wherever he can.

He takes another Templar down, drawing a vibrant crimson slash across one's throat with an upward sweep of his blade as he twists around. To his left, there is immediately another to replace the fallen soldier, and as he pulls his arms back to swing a nasty-looking mace at Malik's skull, the Assassin ducks, using his weight to drop to the ground. He feels the head of the mace whisk through the air just above him, nearly clipping his hair, and he uses the moment to strike out with his foot, the ankle of his boot connecting solidly with the side of the Templar's unarmored knee, kicking his leg out from underneath him and sending him off balance, tumbling sideways gracelessly. Malik never lets an opportunity slip by, and he stabs through the Templar's thin chestplate with unbridled force, his blade finding the heart in trained ease.

The dagger is now stuck in the Templar's armor, though, and Malik doesn't have the time to yank it out. He has to improvise, altering his strategy in a split-second decision. While normally not ideal for use in fighting situations such as this, Malik's only chance lies in speed, so he reaches for the throwing knives on his belt, plucking out two. He has five -- they need to last, and so he can't afford for his aim to be anything but absolutely precise.

Re: you already know - 1/?

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you already know - 2/?

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OP here

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you already know - 3/5

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you already know - 4/5

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you already know - 5/5

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a/n;

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OP again

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Assassin Sandwich

(Anonymous) 2010-12-14 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
So Anon is craving an assassin sandwich right about now...that is, some Altair/Ezio/Desmond, and in that order please. It's up to Writer!Anon about how this sexy scenario happens, though. Is it all in Desmond's head due to the Bleeding Effect? Do Altair and Ezio appear because of Apple shenanigans? Or is it an AU? Go crazy, Anons!

Re: Assassin Sandwich

(Anonymous) 2010-12-16 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
YESSSSSSS. Seconding.

Phys [1/1]

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Writer!anon

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OP!

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Writer!anon

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Lucy needs some Desmond love!!!

(Anonymous) 2010-12-14 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
Just finished the end of Brotherhood and I'm traumatized.

I need some Lucy/Des h/c and/or fluffiness. Would love to have Des freaking out over/for her--but nothing too angsty. Sexytimes appreciated but not required.

Extra bonus points of win and 200 internets if you somehow get Des to sing "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" to her.

Um.. yeah, going to bed now.

16/Lucy: What could have been

(Anonymous) 2010-12-14 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Title implies it all, anything goes, including multi-pairings... requested because there isn't enough 16/lucy

Re: 16/Lucy: What could have been

(Anonymous) 2010-12-25 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
seconded so hard.
i want this so bad it is ridiculous.

Bartender!Desmond

(Anonymous) 2010-12-14 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, so my favorite bar, which is the only place on the east coast that sells the one beer I actually like, was just closed for health violations. And now hope is dead, love is gone, and I will never get drunk again.

Console me in my misery, anons! I'd like Desmond doing something bartender-y; either something pre-Abstergo with him having a crazy night at work, or him mixing martinis for the gang while they all reminisce about their lives before getting involved with the Assassins. Pairings, if any, are up to you; I will be happy with anything.

Re: Bartender!Desmond

(Anonymous) 2010-12-14 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn, that happened to me to; my favorite place in Tokyo closed down because this douche complained to the government. D:

I need to fill this for justice; any drink you want in the fic?

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My toes are stuck

(Anonymous) 2010-12-15 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, so obviously, IT IS FREEZING HERE IN TOKYO; I feel like my hands and feet are breaking off because it's so damn chilly.

So, anon here wishes for something related to bundling up; maybe artwork or a fic describing one of the characters putting on their coat and scarf, or something? I zunno. But I really wanna feel warm.

BPs: Character's grumbling for wearing all those articles of clothing
Somehow, there is a mug of hot chocolate
A nice description of gloves (I have a glove fetish, thank you)

Grazie

I can’t feel my toes 1/2

(Anonymous) 2010-12-23 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Canada!anon feels your pain .. -.- One marshmallow (that’s what we call ourselves after putting on our winter gear) fic coming up!

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The sound of Shaun Hastings grumbling was not an uncommon occurrence in the latest assassin hideout. In fact, it was probably something that could be counted on as a daily assurance along with the sun rising and the wind blowing.

And like many natural occurrences -such as trees falling-, this raises the obvious question “Dose Shaun grumble when no one's around to hear him?” and for this afternoon at least, the answer is a most assured “yes” because Shaun was the only assassin in the hideout today. Yet he was still going at it like an elderly gentleman when asked about “the good old days”.

'What was so annoying our lovely historian?' I hear you ask. Well, it seems that our dear Shaun was getting a little put off by the snowy weather that had been cropping up as of late. It was not surprising seeing as winter was fast approaching, but sadly not surprising doesn't translate out to “not annoying as fuck”.

It wasn't too long into a rather blizzard-ey spell that Shaun learned that although snow looks lovely when it's floating by your bedroom window, painting the ground in a layer of glimmering white, it becomes far less lovely when you need to get somewhere.

And sadly that was what he was attempting to do now, hence the large amount of grumbling as he sat on his duvet covered bed and begrudgingly pulled on his long underwear. Trying not to be embarrassed by the elf and Santa pattern that had sparked his promise to never let Rebecca shop for his clothes again, especially if they were undergarments.

It was just a shame that the appalling red cotton underpants and shirt made such a large difference when he was knee deep in frozen snow and ice, otherwise he would have never even considered wearing it. A frustrated grunt accompanied a little fussing with the tight fabric to get it over his boxers, taking more effort than was ideal to get then both to sit right on his backside.

A few moment later and Shaun had the top portion of the long underwear over his chest, the sleeves going all the way up to his wrists. Soon he had it on properly, and Shaun couldn't deny that he already felt warmer. Once he topped it all off with thick wool socks that could have been knit by someone's doting old grandmother, he could almost justify the fact that he looked like a reject father Christmas to himself. Well almost...

Next His normal clothes when on top of the long underwear, worn in the usual manner, save for the rolled up sleeves. Which he carefully unfurled in order to cover the long underwear, and save uncomfortable bumps in his overcoat.

The brief notion that He should have invested in a thicker cardigan occurred to the British man as he made the trek to the hall closet where the winter gear was stored.

I can’t feel my toes 2/2

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OP :D

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