asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

From this prompt:

http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=4247544#t4247544

Ezio returns to Ferrara after the events of the da Vinci Disappearance memories and fucks Lucrezia's brains out. 1506. Let's just pretend Cesare has escaped and is running around somewhere, and the Assassins are looking for him.

Because I tend to not finish my fills -_- I tried to wait until I had finished before starting to post, but I think I won't have any trouble finishing the story because it's all planned out. So here we go...

***

It was a warm night in Ferrara, and the air of the gardens at the Delizio di Belriguardo smelled of flowers and clipped greenery. Grunting softly with effort, Ezio Auditore jumped up to grip the stone outcrop of a small balcony on the eastern side of the Palazzo, and pulled himself over the wrought-iron railing.

“I knew you would be back, Assassino.” Lucrezia Borgia stood in her nightgown, watching him.

Ezio straightened, and looked at her. Lucrezia's long, fair hair was unbound and fell below her waist, still wavy from spending the day in a braid. Her face was bare, and the wisps of blond hair framing it were slightly damp, as though she had just washed. Her eyes were calculating and utterly unafraid.

“If you have come to rob me again,” she said, “I am afraid you will find the art on my husband's walls of little interest. He does not share your love of Leonardo da Vinci's work.”

“You know that is not why I have come,” said Ezio, brushing off his clothes. He pulled back his hood.

Lucrezia picked a twig from his cape and held it between her finger and thumb. “Climbing in the hedges, were we? Aren't you a little old to be sneaking through a girl's bedroom window?”

“For some things, Duchessa, one is never too old.” He watched her eyes, allowing the scarred side of his mouth to curve into a half-smile. She saw it and looked away, her face flushing, reminding him of how young she was. He laughed softly and took a step towards her, taking hold of her wrists in leather-gloved hands. “Have you decided whether or not to call your guards, Lucrezia?”

“No.” Lucrezia pulled away, and he let go. “But while I make up my mind, you may as well come in.” She turned and went into her room, leaving the doors open to the scent of the night. Her nightgown slid and clung around her hips and backside. Watching her walk, he was sure her hips had become fuller since the time he had held his blade to her throat at the Castel Sant'Angelo. He approved.

“You play upon my emotions, Assassino,” she said, lighting the candles in her chamber. Flickering light was cast over the room, illuminating tapestries, heavy, deep-red curtains and high vaulted ceilings. “But this time, I am not so easily fooled. I believe you have come to search for Cesare.”

“So you have heard of your brother's escape.”

“Of course.” She turned to face him, her eyes narrowed. “But why would he come back to Italia? And why would you think I would harbor him, after what you saw?”

“That, I do not know,” Ezio said honestly. “But he is still your brother. And while he saw you as merely his sister, I believe your feelings for him are – different.”

“This is true,” she said. “And if you think that through seducing me, you could cause me to give him up to you – you are even more arrogant than I thought.” She stepped towards him and trailed a finger down the front of his armor. Her touch was light, and he felt nothing, but somehow that aroused him all the more powerfully. He felt the blood pound under his collarbone and excitement build in the pit of his stomach. Without thinking, he breathed out, hard. Lucrezia watched him closely. Her breasts were high and firm under the light fabric of her nightgown, nipples showing clearly in the candlelight. He brushed one, running the backs of his fingers over it, then rested his hands on her waist.

"Where is your husband, Duchessa?” he murmured, his voice low and tense with arousal.

Prompt and fills 1-14 + 2 extra fills: here (http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?view=5134840#t5134840)

Direct to first parts of fill: here (http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=4248312#t4248312)

Just a place-holder for the other parts when I publish them so that I have a place to publish them to and so I can link this comment to the first thread!

http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=3547128#t3547128

Summary: AU; Desmond likes British accents and Shaun needs to get laid. So the girls set them up on a blind date.

There will be smut at the end.

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Between two part time jobs and school, Becca barely found time for a social life. Of course, just because she was lacking the time and sleep, that did not mean she didn't make time for the occasional party and hang out. She had no problems when it came to having fun, despite the lack of free time she had. What was a problem though, was usually her friends. Shaun, her room mate/friend, would rather stay at home and work on school projects (no wonder he was single) than to party and try to find himself some ass. God that man needed to get laid... it was becoming a nightmare living with him.

And then, there was Lucy. Smart, boring, pretty little Lucy, who was the biggest workaholic Becca had ever had the displeasure to know. The only good thing about Lucy was that at least she did try to hang out with friends every once in a while, although it still was pretty rare, and that was when Becca would use her magic (whine) to get the blond woman to finally stop working and studying, and go out with her.

And so here she was, waiting for Lucy to get out of work. The blonde said she could only be out for an hour or two, since she needed to work on some paper for a class, but Becca was going to work her magic on that woman and get her to stay longer. However, as much as she was looking forward to hanging with Lucy, the main reason Becca was so excited to see Lucy today, was that the woman was bringing a friend she knew from high school.

Becca had seen this guy once, when she came over to drop off something at Lucy's apartment, and damn! She had left in a hurry, thinking she was interrupting Lucy from getting some action (God knows the woman needs it!), and the next time she had seen her, Becca had demanded to know who he was. Lucy had waved it off, saying that this Desmond guy was a friend from high school and nothing more. Becca had not believed it for a second, but if Lucy was not interested in the sex god that this man was, well... Becca was NOT going to let this opportunity go to waste.

“Becca!”

Looking up, she saw Lucy waving and running towards her, a huge smile on her face. See? This was why she liked Lucy, she tried to hard to be so matured, but deep down she still was that crazy girl Becca had met in college.

“Hey Luce!” Becca grinned and stood up to give her friend a hug. “Man, its been so long since I've seen you!”

“Becca, you saw me last week.”

“Exactly! We used to hang out every day girl, what happened?” Becca play punched Lucy on the shoulder as the two sat down. “You were so much fun, but now you're like an old lady.”

“Well,” she paused to push her chair forward and place her purse on the table. “Some of us like to do well in class.”

“Hey, I do well in class too! Still that's no excuse, I'm your best friend!... speaking of friends,” She paused to look around. “Where's your hot friend?”

Lucy rolled her eyes.

“Desmond? He has an assignment due tomorrow, so...”

“Aw man!” Becca whined, and slump back on her chair. “I wanted to meet this hottie! You said he was single, so I was kinda hoping I could put on the moves and get myself some.”

The blonde woman laughed as the waiter came up to them to take their order. Becca placed her order, confused at Lucy's reaction, while the other woman tried to get herself together. She managed to place her order before another laughing fit took over her, at this point managing to make Becca a little angry. Eventually, Lucy was able to calm down, and smiled at her annoyed friend.

“Well, Becca, unless you suddenly grow a penis or become a man, I doubt Desmond will be interested.”

“What!?” Becca squeaked, making Lucy laugh once again.

“There's a reason why I never dated him. Don't you think I tried? Jesus, Desmond is.. I used to invite him to my house all the time, you know? Dress up and hope he would make a move, but then one day, I noticed how he kept staring at my older brother.”

Original thread: http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=4494328#t4494328

Have an abridged version of the prompt-

"Pets" (slaves) are common in the world and Leo and Malik are people who buys them and then let them go. Cue Leo finding three brothers who are pets, Altair, Ezio and Desmond, he wants to buy them, can't, and goes to Malik to try and make up the difference. By the time he goes to get them they're gone.

Some time later he finds Ezio all fucked up, buys him and fixes him up. Learns how he got like this, enter Altair through some way and learn that Desmond is still with the bastards that fucked Ezio up. Ezio and Altair go rescue Desmond who's all sorts of hurt. Cue major h/c (and revenge on whoever bought Desmond.)

Got it, okay!

Prompt Here (http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=4095736#t4095736)

Nice and thanks!

Prompt Here (http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=2850296#t2850296)

Original thread: http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/16841.html?thread=1952969#t1952969

Abridged prompt: Immortal Altair in Italy being sort of like a mentor to Ezio, shenanigans along the way.

This anon will be using this thread to rewrite the beginning and finish posting A Meeting With Ghosts (http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=4188664#t4188664).

I have no idea how long this thing is gonna take me, so I'm just going to upload the rest here.

Here's the Prompt:
http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=3924216#t3924216

This is the continuation for the Hooters prompt in part 1, in which Desmond and Shaun have "mucho funfunfun" at Hooters. There are more specifics, so here is the link:
http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/16841.html?replyto=1872073

I will begin where I left off, so, onwards!

Original request: http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=3178488#t3178488

"6th from top, subject is Shaun Hastings. read the bit on how he escaped the guards, and it clearly says there probably was hacking involved... so I only know one person capable of doing that, and that would be Rebecca, though Lucy is no idiot either."

Summary: The one where Shaun gets in over his head and Rebecca saves his ass.

This is adorable, love tiny!Ezio so much. :D

Request located here: http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=3468792#t3468792

Summary: Shaun starts sneezing for some reason and then suddenly porn.

Original: http:// forkinsocket. livejournal. com/19704.html?thread=3564792#t3564792

Prompt: Sooo going back to AC2 at the first scene where Vieri throws a rock at Ezio's face and all that fighting...

What if, as Vieri and his group fall back, Federico sees him (Vieri) making eyes at his little brother (Ezio)? And so big brudder goes and teaches Vieri a lesson (no sexytiems, just instilling pure FEAR, because that's what real big brothers do)!

I just like to see big siblings protect the younger ones :>

***

His eyes opened, which was strange, because he didn’t remember closing them. He saw darkness, the sky pitch black and cloudy. The ground was hard and flat at his back, but it was smooth and unlike the rough, uneven surface of the alleyway he remembered being in last.

Then came the ache in his jaw.

Vieri blinked, his hand finding its way to his mouth. It hurt. His lips parted, breaking apart, the blood dry between split skin. He could smell the blood, sharp and unpleasant—unpleasant if only because it was his own. It contrasted the dull throb he felt in his hands, and he glanced at his knuckles to see them splotched pink from abuse as if he had hit something. Repeatedly.

“You’re awake.”

Vieri whipped his head up at the voice that came from behind him. Federico stared at him, lying on his stomach a few feet away, his chin resting on crossed arms. His cheekbone was slightly swollen, red and painful-looking. He continued to speak, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I was afraid you’d wake up before I got you up here, but you were out cold. And here I thought you could handle more than a few hits.”

The last thing Vieri remembered was Federico’s fist in his peripheral vision.

Vieri twisted around onto his stomach to push himself up to his knees, refusing to take his eyes off Federico. He suddenly remembered everything: the way he was taunted and goaded into a fight, the way he was led on a chase to separate himself from his men.

Federico had been a crafty bastard and had only stepped out of the shadows when Vieri found himself alone and without backup. The fist fight that ensued had been short, Vieri getting in the first shots, but Federico was swift and knew where to hit to cause the damage he wanted.

Vieri’s hand automatically went to the top of his head, searching for his hat and finding it gone. He recalled it getting knocked off after one of Federico’s hits. His eyes narrowed at the memory, his mouth opening to throw out a enraged curse at Federico, who hadn’t moved from his spot. He would have yelled, would have leaped to his feet to attack, but something wasn’t right. The darkness surrounding them seized Vieri’s attention, halting his actions.

He realized with a start that the reason why it was so dark was because the lights of the buildings were far below them.

“Where—?” He cut himself off as his eyes darted around. He knew where they were: on the rooftop of Campanile di Giotto. He glanced behind him to see the cross on top of the dome of Santa Maria del Fiore. A light breeze blew through his hair and his shoulders drew up. Vieri warily sat back, hands flat and anchoring him to the ground. “How...?”

This time, Federico silenced him, a grin on his face as he pointed towards him. “You’re not exactly light.”

“What is wrong with you?” Vieri shouted, incredulous. Federico was mad! To carry him all the way up here, and for what?

“You don’t think it’s a beautiful view?” Federico stood up and dusted himself off. He turned and grabbed the railing at the edge of the rooftop to gaze out over the buildings. He leaned his forearms against the flat surface and sneaked a peek over his shoulder, staring at Vieri with hooded eyes. “Come, enjoy it with me.”

Vieri pushed himself to his feet, feeling lightheaded. It was probably because of the hits he took from their earlier fight. It could have also been because the ground seemed to move, and he couldn’t help but sway as he straightened. He could see all across the city from where he stood.

“What are you getting at?” His lip throbbed and the back of his hand pressed against it. “Why are we up here?” he growled, irritation mumbled into his skin.

My repost and continuation of the LadyHawke prompt from the first part, found here:

http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/16841.html?thread=1802441#t1802441

I'm a very slow updater, so I apologize for that in advance. I also encourage anyone reading this to take the time to go and watch the movie it's based on, because the movie is amazing and I'm only trying to do it justice.

For quick notes, this story is somewhat AU from the game, but not completely, and would take place after it ended. Malik is also in possession of both arms, and there is an OC. That said, read on.

This is a fill I started writing on Part 2 ages ago, reposting it in full because I want it to be all together. Sorry if that is not the right thing to do D:

Original prompt:

"... I want to see more dork!Ezio, trying and failing to be suave, but doing his best to make up for it with his puppy eyes of doom. I don't care who he's with - Cristina, Leonardo, La Volpe, Rosa, a courtesan, a goat, whatever..."

http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=3030264#t3030264

Also my sincerest apologies to the OP for the delay. I'm going on a kick of completing my old fills starting with this one :)

ALSO ALSO, Another anon was kind enough to give me some constructive feedback for the first 2 bits of this... NONE OF WHICH I have incorporated because of time constraints, I thought I better just finish the damn thing instead of revising earlier parts because I am a BAD ANON who leaves WIP.

***

From a courtyard near the old Roman ruins came the familiar sounds of Borgia loyalist guards delivering a beating.

"Southern trash." Metal struck metal, and scraped.

"Go home to your farm." A thunk, and a grunt of pain.

"You're going to squeal. Just like your wife did at first." Coarse laughter. "And you're going to regret ever raising steel against Cesare Borgia's men."

Ezio Auditore da Firenze, on a nearby rooftop, took the first guard by surprise with his crossbow. The fool certainly looked surprised, eyes rolling up and mouth open as the crossbow bolt struck him in the middle of his forehead. The second and third guards fell as Ezio leaped down into the courtyard, using their bodies to break his fall, hidden blades buried in their throats.

The citizen took the last guard as the fool circled Ezio. The guard seemed to have forgotten all about the man he and his friends had just been pummelling - so it was a simple matter for the citizen to get behind him and slit his throat, which he did efficiently and without hesitation.

Ezio sheathed his blades and looked the citizen over. He liked what he saw. Tall, slim, twentyish. Dark hair, brown eyes, roguish stubble. All that, and could use a blade, too.

He really liked what he saw.

"Imbecile." The citizen spat on one of the bodies. "I don't have a wife."

Excellent.

"Are you hurt?" Ezio said.

The younger man touched his nose, feeling for blood, and shrugged. "I don't think so. They were just starting." He began to search the bodies, taking weapons and pocketing money and anything else of value.

"What's your name?" Ezio said. "Let me take you back to -"

"No. Thank you. I have to work in the morning."

"You don't want to - ahh -" Ezio pushed back his hood and ran a hand through his hair. He hadn't been prepared for this.

This is the part where you kneel and declare for the Assassins. Look earnestly up at me. Beg me to teach you how to fight the Borgia. That's... what they all do.

"Listen." Ezio caught him by the arm. God, it was so much easier with the girls. He did his best to make his eyes compelling, mysterious, dangerous but kind at the same time. He watched the younger man's face, gauging his reaction. "Perhaps you don't know who I am."

The younger man shook him off. "Oh, I know who you are. The guards were only chasing me because I stole from them. I'm not so interested in the rebellion."

...Not so interested?

"But the guard said that you -"

"Raised steel against Cesare Borgia's men? Of course I did. They were trying to kill me."

"Ahh - in that case -"

"I should be off. Thank you very much for killing those stronzi." He bowed theatrically. "I would have got away, but this way I get to keep their money too. All in all, a fine evening." He turned to go.

"Wait," Ezio said.

"What?"

"Do you - ahh - do you know La Volpe?"

"La Volpe? You know La Volpe?" That had his attention. If he wouldn't join the Assassins, perhaps the Thieves could do something with him. And perhaps Ezio would see him around the inn and have a second chance. He'd certainly managed to fuck up this first one.

"Yes, I know La Volpe." Ezio sighed inwardly. This was not going the way he had planned. "Let me buy you a drink, and we can talk."

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Prompt: http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=2688760#t2688760

Prompt condensed: Malik and Ezio are bffs and Malik has a super crush on Ezio (who's strait). One day he fucks it all up though and Ezio starts ignoring him. Enter Altair, Ezio's cousin from Syria who's had his eye on Malik.

Original prompt found here: Voyeur!Claudia prompt (http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=2533368#t2533368)

AKA: "Claudia spies on her brother making love to his lover, preferably Leonardo. It could be on purpose, or accidental."

Onward to the story.

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Cannot Unsee

“Per favore, signorina!” a novice in grey Assassin robes cried out. The maestro is in a meeting. Please do not disturb him.”

Claudia raised a brow, and brushed indifferently past the young man. As she passed, she threw him a dark look. “Surely the great maestro can be bothered to make some time for his sister.”

It had taken her a half day’s journey to arrive at the Tiber Island hideout, and she had not returned early from the Rosa in Fiore to be told that her brother was ‘not to be disturbed’. Their relationship, strained as it was, had begun to improve slightly since he had noticed her prowess with a knife, and one thing had led to another, resulting in her induction to the Order. As an Assassin, she had new intelligence regarding the straggling remnants of Cesare’s followers. As a sister—well, there were no laws declaring that she could not visit her brother.

Claudia would be damned if her journey had been for nothing.

“I warned you,” the novice called after her.

She snorted softly and continued down the hall. As she neared her brother’s room, Claudia heard faint whispers from the stairs.

“Ezio, we must not. There are other people here. We do not know whose eyes and ears may be about.”

That was the voice of Leonardo, her brother’s closest friend and confidante. Other than herself, of course.

A low, pleasing baritone laugh in response. “You worry too much, Leonardo. We are in an Assassin stronghold, what could happen here?”

Stifling a giggle, Claudia recalled that the last time they had been in an Assassin stronghold, they had been the victim of a siege, and Ezio had been caught with his pants down. Literally.

“…I suppose there is sense in that. But still…” The artist was silenced by something that sounded mysteriously like a kiss, and Claudia ascended a few more steps, struggling to get a better look. What she saw made her clap a hand to her mouth in surprise.

For all the things Ezio had confided to her, he had never mentioned this.

Ezio’s fingers were wound tightly in Leonardo’s hair, as he slid the artist’s cape off with his other hand. “Mmnh, Leo—”

Leonardo had covered Ezio’s lips with his fingers. “Yes, Ezio, like that. Call me that when we are alone like this.”

“As you wish, Leonardo.”

The older man’s fingers fell from his lips, and he frowned, visibly disappointed. Claudia grimaced. Her brother could be remarkably pig-headed at times.

“Mi dispiace, I will keep that in mind,” Ezio murmured, trailing his hand towards Leonardo’s shirt. “…Leo.” The word seemed like an awkward afterthought.

Pig-headed, but willing to learn, decided Claudia. She sighed inwardly, thinking it a wonder that they had gotten together at all.

Leonardo’s response was curt. “Ezio, we do not have much time, your novices wanted you—”

Ezio waved his hand dismissively. “I know what they want from me. But they cannot want me like you do, caro mio,” he purred, pressing an insistent kiss to Leonardo’s neck.

Shaking his head, Leonardo was a loss for words for a moment. “…That much is true,” he conceded with a chuckle, as Ezio slipped a hand into his shirt. “But Ezio, please, hurry—”

“These things cannot be hurried,” Ezio replied. He pulled back from his soft kisses along Leonardo’s jaw. “If you like, I can meet with my novices now, and we can continue this after. I believe they can wait…but can you?”

Leonardo responded only by dragging Ezio down toward him for a rough, messy kiss, and shrugging out of his doublet. Drawing back briefly, Ezio pulled off his robes, discarding the knife belt to the side. He followed this by undoing the clasps on the bracers and letting them fall to the floor.

“I wish you would take better care of my creations,” Leonardo said, a hint of regret coloring his voice.

... can be really bad for assassins' brains. No kidding.
Prompt is here: http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=4365816#t4365816

Long story short: Altair is 'trolling' around at the bureau and knocks Malik's incense pot. And he had to go and buy some more. Of course, he manages to mess up and end up buying some highly aphrodisiac incense instead. (Which none of them realize at first...) And topping Altair was a plus...

I said I was on it like a month ago, and I apologize for the delay. I hope you anons will like it still.

...

Malik huffed for the umpteenth time of the afternoon, watching Altair lounge in the Bureau. It was annoying enough that the assassin had to work in 'his' city, but he had to stay here as long as he could, right? Meaning, as long as Malik doesn't threaten to manhandle him out of the Bureau. And Altair himself knew better than to tempt Malik into throwing knives at him – the man was a master at aiming after all.

However, such considerations never quite entered the ex-Master Assassin's mind as he got up and made it to the desk, as if to say something. But he kept silent and his only presence made Malik want to slam his head into the wood – either Altair's or his own, at this point he did not even care. The dai really hated to have someone peering at him when he was working. Actually, the only thing he hated more was Altair tipping his incense pot over...

“If you have nothing better to do, I suggest you leave. As far as I know, there are no templars here.” A polite way to tell him to get the hell out of here. Or not so polite. But he did not need to be polite or anything – it was Altair, after all.

A sigh – and a dull thud. Ashes on his map, catching in the still-wet ink. He could hear the assassin smile, even though he did not say anything. It was too much. Slamming his hand on the desk, Malik threw just about every curse he knew at his 'brother's head, until it sounded like a sandstorm. Undistinguishable but still scary. And that alone made Altair stop dead in his track. Part of Malik smirked inwardly at the unguarded flinch in the assassin's posture, making it clear that he expected something to be hurled at him. In search of incense, he found none – and then, he felt like he should make Altair pay – not only the map was ruined but he had no more incense. Sometimes, Malik wondered if the man did not follow courses about 'how to infuriate a dai in 10- minutes' – knowing him, it must be an innate quality.

“Altair... come back here, please.”

Malik rarely asked anything, let alone said please but it was all the more why Altair turned around and slowly stepped toward the fuming dai. Maybe tipping the incense pot one more time was a mistake? Oh well...

“Since you haven't started your investigations, I have something for you: go to the market. You can find informations but... I will have you buying me incense. Sandalwood and Benzoin, if you can recognize them. Otherwise just ask – if they don't have any, just come back, and I will deal with it later.” Just as Altair nodded and went to the door, the dai called after him: I'll reconsider kicking your sorry ass into next week if you come back before the next round of the guards.” And with just this, he sent the eagle out. It was actually of telling him to be wary of the guards. He did not need to have to tend to Altair's wounds before his mission started.

Please don't give up on this! :(

Prompt: (forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=4156664#t4156664)
Prompt Summary: Teenaged Altair and Malik are transported into the future and see their post-game selves having sex.

A/N: A million hugs and kisses to my beta who is entirely responsible for making the fic coherent and fit to be seen in public. :’D

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They had been sparring when the world suddenly turned over their heads in a dizzying sweep of colors and lights. At first, Altair thought he had switched to his second sight, stunned into the grey vision as Malik slammed into him, knocking the both of them to the ground. There was a sudden burst of gold unlike anything Altair had ever seen, vast and all-encompassing instead of the single silhouette he was used to—but when he blinked, there was only Malik on top of him, the flat of his palm tucked under Altair’s chin to force his head back. Had there been the hidden blade strapped to Malik’s wrist, Altair would have been dead.

“What was that?” Malik had asked, pulling his hand back. He glanced down at Altair, seemingly displeased that his victory was only because of the distraction that overtook them. Not waiting for an answer, he looked around, the frown on his face deepening.

Altair scowled, more bothered by the heavy weight straddling his chest. “Get off-“ but Malik was already doing so and he did not bother to offer Altair a hand up, which suited Altair just fine. He’d rather have Malik’s thoughts elsewhere than on the fact that the other novice had just won their sparring match, distraction or no.

“The trees,” Malik began, sounding unusually confused for a moment before he swatted Altair’s arm, snapping, “Look, Altair.”

Altair stood up, taking the time to brush the dust from his robes to annoy Malik further. He was making quite a show of it too, until he noticed the shadow of leaves that fell across his arm and the cool air that blew against his damp skin—strange, for he remembered the sun being unforgivably hot and bright while they fought. Looking up, he was surprised to see leafy, overhanging branches above him.

“Where are we?” he asked, bewildered. As far as he knew, they had not ventured outside the fighting ring, and even if they had, Altair was sure he would have at least remembered vaulting over the barricade to chase down Malik—and it would have been to chase Malik, who had been retreating before he had taken advantage of the strange golden flash to knock Altair to the ground.

“Idiot. We haven’t moved,” Malik said, but his hesitant tone suggested that he had been thinking the same thing. He turned, observing their surroundings with a fixed expression. “The trees have grown,” he muttered, putting a hand to his left temple to rub the spot viciously.

And it was true. Altair could recognize the courtyard easily enough—the layout, the buildings that surrounded it—but everything appeared to be just a little bit off. The trees, as Malik had pointed out, were still at the outer edge of the courtyard, but had suddenly grown to provide shade that reached all the way to the sparring ring. The area smelled of fresh hay and grass instead of rusting metal and sweat, and even the grey cobblestones beneath Altair’s feet felt different, softer, more worn and cleaner too, devoid of muddy boot prints and old bloodstains. It was strange, almost overwhelming, to see the whole place in a different light—and a much warmer one, though Altair was not going to admit it.

“Malik,” he said, annoyed, “What did you do?”

Malik whirled around, incredulous. “What did I do? I am flattered, Altair, that you think I am capable of such sorcery that would clean the entire courtyard and make the very trees grow bigger, and not to mention-”

Malik’s rising voice had drawn the attention of an Assassin, possibly one of the instructors, though Altair could not identify him through the hood and mask.

“What are you two doing out?” the man called as he approached them. He did not sound angry, and his good-natured tone struck an odd note of familiarity. “Students should be inside the library, studying. Latin, I believe.”

This prompt: forkinsocket. livejournal. com/16841. html?thread=763081#t763081

I've seen Prototype/Assassin's Creed crossover a couple of times, in artwork and fics. Usually the pairing is Alex MercerxDesmond, or Alex and Ezio.

Now here's a crazy idea.....how about someone trying out AlexMercerxLeonardo? 8D

Author!anon admits to not knowing much about Renaissance-era vampires, so I apologize ahead of time for any factual errors.

Leonardo was walking merrily along the streets of Venice, his new paints securely in his arms. He inhaled deeply: it was beautiful outside, and he could hear birds chirping and feel the sun shining. It was wonderful out. He padded along the streets to get to his studio, humming a hymn to himself. He paused when he thought he felt something trying to sneak up behind him, and he smiled: Ezio must be trying to take him by surprise again. He chuckled and hurried along to his studio, and when he felt the shadow fall over him, he spun and shouted, “Ezio!”

He looked the man over. He wasn’t anything special, and the man looked slightly taken aback. “My apologies: I have a friend who often does just that. How can I help you?”

The man blinked, then scowled and backed off. Leonardo tilted his head.

“Can I… Can I help you? I won’t hurt you: I promise.”

He blinked, and the man vanished into the crowd. He frowned and turned back. When Ezio actually did arrive, he had all ready forgotten, and he was sitting in his chair, nursing a cup of wine with him in front of the fireplace, laughing as the Master Assassin told him of his recruits’ latest missteps. When there was a knock at the door, he rose.

“Excuse me, Ezio.”

“No problem, Leonardo.”

He padded to the door and unbolted it to find a young woman standing there, a serious look on her face.

“We need to talk.”

“Excuse me? Ah, here, come in.”

He stepped aside and let the lady in.

“My apologies, but I do not remember you. Did I not do a satisfactory—”

“I was told you’re a man of science, Leonardo da Vinci.”

Leonardo puffed up a little bit with pride. She was gazing at him as Ezio often did when he was serious. He closed the door and bolted it, ushering her into his empty chair and dashing off to get her a glass. He offered her the wine as he came back, and she took it with a small nod. He looked her over, his lips pursed. She was unusual, to say the least. She didn’t hold herself like a woman—but more like a man. He noticed Ezio giving her a onceover as well, but with an entirely different expression.

“What area of Italy do you—”

“I don’t come from Italy.”

“Oh?”

“I need your help getting back to where I came from.”

Leonardo furrowed his brow, then scratched his chin.

“I can get you there, ma’am,” Ezio said, with that purr that made Leonardo wish it were directed at him.

The woman shot him the dirtiest look possible, and Leonardo covered his mouth to stifle his laugh. She looked back at him, and Leonardo smiled softly. “He can protect—”

“I need answers,” she growled, and his eyes widened as he watched her transform before his eyes.

He staggered back, trembling, and he watched Ezio rise, ready to fight. He gripped the edge of the table, utterly horrified. He had invited a monster into his house. He was going to die. The monster had blue legs—blue!—and a brown torso, with white frills peeking out from underneath. He looked terrifying.

“I-I—”

He was going to die. The monster looked ready to eat him. It must have been a vampire—the skin on its face was so pale, and he was here at night. He had waited for an invitation to come in. Leonardo knew that he was going to die.

“I need answers,” it growled, and Leonardo shrunk down.

This is a placeholder! The rest of the story will be posted in this thread. Eventually.

The original prompt: "Maria's married to Altair, but both her and Malik just have to put up with each other. In the end, they gang up on Altair."

Parts 1-14 can be found here: http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/16841.html?thread=415177#t415177

FILL: Comfort [1/?] Spoilers for da Vinci Disappearance DLC

Place-holder - Shaun is King [parts 15+]

Fill: Blind Date (AU; Shaun/Desmond) [1/?]

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AltMal, Apple Shenanigans