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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

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“Turn over.” He gasped, pulling at Altaïr's hip with a hand until he was released and Altaïr was twisting, exposing a broad and muscled back and rubbing himself against the sheets beneath. Both hands on Altaïr's hips Malik pulled them up and back towards him, grinding his lubricated cock between the cheeks of Altaïr's arse until the assassin beneath him struggled for breath and pulled himself onto his elbows, grinding back. One hand on the small of Altaïr's back, Malik used the other to guide himself in, the head pressing against the puckered ring of muscle with more and more pressure until it gave way and took him in, heat and tightness swallowing him up. He moaned loudly, his jaw hanging open and brow drawn up, all attention on getting his cock further into that deep, hot tunnel. Altaïr chocked on curses and blasphemy, fists clenching at a cylindrical cushion.

In no time at all Malik was fully seated, his dick surrounded by gorgeous, wonderful heat and deliciously strong muscle. His hands gripped at Altaïr's hips as he fought to regain his breath and to resist the urge to move too soon. Altaïr's tense back was a sign of him not yet being ready. Malik stooped over him and kissed a line down Altaïr's bowed spine. Licking his lips he could taste the salt of Altaïr's sweat. Slowly, Altaïr's coiled muscled unwound. His fists uncurled. His breathing became less laboured. He pressed back, rocking on his knees. The shift brought forth a gasp for breath from the both of them.

“Fuck me.” Altaïr breathed, shifting again to feel the same slight change and the same lick of pleasure striking from all places he and Malik touched. Malik nodded against Altaïr's back as he slowly pulled his hips back and then pressed them back in. The wet sound of his lubricated entry sounded obscenely and vulgarly with their panting breath. Altaïr's grip on the pillow tightened again, his nails audibly catching on the weave. Little things like that kept Malik from being sucked in too quickly. He thrust again a little quicker and a little harder. Altaïr moaned appreciatively and rocked back a second too late. Malik took that as a cue.

Hands tightening their grip on Altaïr's muscular hips, Malik fell into a rhythm, a moan falling from his lover's lips, which was muffled into a pillow. Altaïr bit it as he ground back, meeting Malik's thrusts the best he could and coaxing a more brutal pace. The sound of flesh hitting flesh began to ring out. Altaïr's arse jumped and reddened with the force Malik used to pound into him. When Altaïr had began to nonsensically babble and muffle it into the pillow Malik saw his chance to realise his fantasy. Slowing, he pushed himself up and then reached forwards and grasped Altaïr's hair, pulling his head up. Altaïr hissed and then moaned, pain spiralling from the rough grip on his locks and mixing with the pleasure he was victim to. Malik's position and angle changed and he rammed back in, quickly matching his earlier pace. Altaïr's next moan bounced off the wall he faced and was echoes by one of Malik's own.

Malik's orgasm was quickly approaching, seeming almost sudden and no doubt quickened by weeks of waiting. He spread himself out over Altaïr, hand slipping from his hip to the mattress, keeping him up, and ground himself into the man in tight circles, earning a broken moan close to his ear. One of Altaïr's hand flew to his erection and he jerked it quickly and desperately until with a long, loud groan he spilled onto his own hand. With a whimper and a few shallow thrusts Malik came, too, his seed coating Altaïr's walls. He groaned softly as a complete exhaustion overcame him and pulled out of Altaïr, who rolled onto his side. Muscles shaking with exhaustion he collapsed and basked in his afterglow.

After five minutes of regaining his breath and cooling down, sweat drying on his skin in a way annoyingly similar as it had when regrowing the skin of his arm, he turned his head to Altaïr, who looked about ready to fall asleep. He gathered just enough energy to grab a nearby sheet and took the man's wrist, cleaning his hand of his own sticky climax. Altaïr slopping kissed his shoulder.

He would join the man in sleep. After all, the novelty of a new arm in the bedroom wouldn't wear off that quickly, and he needed to regain energy for the next round. Not to mention training, paperwork and rebuilding the order...then again, Malik thought as he entertained new sexual fantasies, they could always wait.

I really enjoy this and can't wait for your next chapter. :)

I love you, this was so perfect, marry me!

But seriously, all of the descriptions, the long process of regrowing the arm were spot-on - it was so easy to imagine it happening. And I love your Maria and how unsure Malik acts around her. And of course it's impossible not to mention how hot the sex scene was.

Thank you for this wonderful read!

I love you too, I'm glad you liked it, and certainly!

I'm so happy that Maria's character was liked; I wondered if she would be accepted well, especially in a fandom where the masses seem to either hate or love her.

You're very welcome!

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“Ezio! Ezio, please come down!”

The large being – actually it wasn’t as large now as it had been earlier – was pacing below him, clearly agitated. He didn’t pay much attention to it though. Now that he was bigger, he found that he could get up much higher than when the large being picked him up. It was a wonderful feeling to be so high up, and here were so many things to climb on. Really, if the large being didn’t want him to climb, why did he have so many interesting things up here?

A mewling erupted from the cloth that the large being had put on him. He pawed at it and a kitten’s head popped up out of the top opening. He frowned briefly, ears flattening back. Kitten? Where did that come from? Was that what the little creature was called? It felt right. He shrugged, and turned his attention to the kitten now climbing onto his shoulders. She mewing curiously at the new surroundings, pawing at the wood and cloth around them. The light filtering in through the thin cloth made everything have a strange yellowish hue. He lifted the kitten from his shoulders and cuddled her to his chest. She purred at him and nuzzled under his chin.

“Ezio—!” He glanced down at the large being, wondering why it kept making the same noise over and over. The golden being had stopped its frantic circling, and was standing there with its arms crossed. Blue, irritated eyes were boring into him, and he felt something twist inside. He didn’t like that feeling. He murmured to the kitten, gently rubbing his head against hers.

When he looked down from his perch, the large being was gone. A startled whine escaped, ears pressed so flat that they were nearly invisible against his head, and he felt the unsettling sensation of panic take over. Where did he go? He...he was always close by, blue eyes watching him carefully whenever he did something. The whine grew in volume and he tightened his hold on the kitten. She hissed in protest, now squirming in his arms.

He mewed back in apology, and carefully placed the kitten back into the cloth he wore. A leg swung out, and slowly he climbed down, wincing as the kitten dug her claws into skin. He ignored it, only wanting to get back to the floor. He wanted to find him, absolutely needing to reassure himself that the other hadn’t completely left. He didn’t want to be alone...

Finally he’d made it to the floor, and the kitten, tired of being carried in the stuffy cloth, squirmed up and and back onto his shoulder. He once again pulled her down and cuddled her to his chest as he began searching the room. The larger kitten – no, that wasn’t right....cat? The cat curled around his ankles, and he bent down to also scoop her up. She purred at him, half pulling herself up to rest her forepaws on his shoulder.

He found the large being at one of the tables, scribbling things down in one of those strange blank, bound things. One hand practically flew over the inside of the thing, spidery marks and patterns flowing onto the surface, while the other was resting almost absentmindedly on that gold orb. A growl escaped. He didn’t like that thing. It made his head hurt, and didn’t want his large being to be touching it.

A hand reached out and grasped onto the cloth that covered the other, and he tugged on it. Nothing, not even a twitch away from that orb. He tried again, tugging more forcefully, nearly spilling the kitten onto the floor. Again, nothing. Why was he ignoring him now? Did he do something wrong? Was it because he climbed up there and didn’t come down when he was called?

“Hnnnnn~!”

He let go now, dropping the cat and kitten onto the floor. He turned and sprinted to the next room, burying himself into the pile of soft pillows and blankets that made up the nest he’d built in the corner.

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Leonardo blinked and turned just in time to see a dark tail whisk into his bedroom. He’d been so frustrated with Ezio after he’d climbed up to the top of his flying machine, and had finally come to the decision to leave the assassin alone for a while. He’d come down after a while, and Leonardo needed to continue studying the Apple so he could change Ezio back. So he’d retreated further into the workshop, and returned to his examination of the Piece of Eden.

He slowly stood, stretching out of the hunched position he’d acquired while writing in his journal. Leonardo had finally managed to get a reaction out of the Apple, the orb flickering lightly in his hand. And while the Apple had begun to show him strange images and impossible things, things that Leonardo couldn’t help but want to record what he could in his journal, there was nothing that even related to fixing Ezio.

The artist shook his head and headed into the bedroom, knowing that he’d been too caught up in what the Apple had been showing him to register Ezio trying to get his attention. The boy was nearly always underfoot, and he felt slightly guilty for ignoring him the way he had. The room was messy, more so than usual. The bed had been stripped of its covers and pillows, the items in question shoved into the far corner by the window. A dark tail was twitching lightly from underneath one of the blankets, the only part of Ezio that Leonardo could see. He wondered when the assassin had the time to drag everything over, having been in the workshop for most of the day. Leonardo shrugged and quickly crossed the room to kneel by the nest.

A low whine was filtering through the many layers of cloth, and Leonardo gently lay his hand on the mound the tail led into. The lump twitched, and the dark swaying tail froze. Leonardo began carefully pulling the blankets up and off, an oversized pillow the last layer hiding Ezio from view. Two hands gripped the pillow tightly, and the distressed whine once again reached Leonardo’s ears. The pillow was gently tugged on, but Ezio refused to relinquish his grip on it.

“What’s the matter, Ezio?” Leonardo asked, hoping his voice would coax the assassin out from hiding. He carefully tugged on the pillow again and could hear something strangled out from Ezio, a strange muffled noise against cloth. “Ezio, please, let me see you. Did you hurt yourself? Is that it?”

“Hnnn...”

“Ezio,” Leonardo nearly bit out, frustration at the entire situation winding his nerves even tighter. He let out an explosive sigh, and could feel the small body twitch. The brief tug of war had scooted Ezio further up in his “nest,” dark head peeping out from under the pillow, ears twitching and swiveling briefly before pressing down flat against his head. Golden eyes peeked out at Leonardo, and the irritation bled right out of him. Those eyes were puffy and red – Ezio had been crying. The assassin twitched, breath hitching and hiccuping as he obviously tried to calm down.

“Why have you been crying, my friend?” Leonardo kept his voice low, hoping to help calm Ezio down. While the boy still didn’t seem to understand him, Leonardo had found that the sound of his voice was usually enough to do the trick. He reached out to lay his hand between those dark ears, but Ezio jerked back. The child-assassin scooted further into the corner and buried his face back into the pillow, trembling. Leonardo froze like that for a brief moment before settling his hand on Ezio’s head, carefully petting the ears and smoothing the tangled hair back.

“It’s alright. Shh...shhhh....”

“....ssrr’y...”

It was such a quiet sound that at first Leonardo thought it to be nothing more than whimpers. But as the sound grew in volume, Leonardo couldn’t help but stare at Ezio as the boy rocked back and forth.

“...sr’y—srry! So—rrryyy, soory!”

“Ezio--”

“Sorry, sorry-sorry-sorry--!”

Over and over, Ezio was apologizing and Leonardo quickly picked him up, pillow and all. He hugged his friend as the mantra of “sorry” spilled from Ezio’s lips. Leonardo slowly rocked the bundle in his arms, pressing his face into the top of that dark head, murmuring comforting words into the hair, hoping the motions would help soothe whatever had caused the panicked reaction.

Finally Ezio calmed, and Leonardo pulled back, carefully coaxing the small form to look up at him. Those gold eyes were even more swollen and red, and Ezio blinked dazedly at him. The small body was twitching with every hitched breath, and Leonardo could see the exhaustion from the panic and crying begin to catch up with the boy.

“Ezio, do you understand me?” He had to ask, had to know if finally, finally his friend was recovering. Perhaps the effects of the Apple would simply wear off on their own? Leonardo could only hope that this would be the case.

“Ez–ez...zio?” Ezio mumbled, eyes drooping even further down. The questioning lilt to the name made Leonardo tighten his hold, but he nodded anyway.

“That’s right. Ezio. That’s your name.”

“Ez-io. Im’m Ezio.” The dark head sagged down even further. “S-sorry...’eo. Lrn-do...”

The ache that settled in his chest was a familiar one, but unlike the last several days, hope was also blooming there. Leonardo settled back into the corner he’d picked Ezio up out of, content to simply sit there while Ezio fell asleep. Things finally were beginning to turn towards the better.

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Ezio sighed as he sat on the bed, glaring at the closed door of the bedroom as he kicked his feet in irritation. Leonardo had locked him inside and he was bored. People had come, and the artist had rushed to hide him in the room. He could hear the titter of high pitched voices, combined with the deeper, familiar tone of his Leonardo. He wanted to be out there, out of the building in fact, and a low growl rumbled out of him. There was nothing he could do though. The windows had been bolted closed and the door of the bedroom was also bolted from the other side, and nothing Ezio did would make it budge. Not even a rattle.

The tiny calico kitten curled up on his lap was purring. Ezio sighed down at her.

“Leonardo’s mean,” he stated grumpily at the tiny thing. “I wanna go outside. Momma would’ve let me go outside. We always go for walks around now.”

There were large gaps in his memory, but Leonardo had promised him that he’d remember everything eventually. He didn’t like not remembering things, and he wondered why his family had left him here. Momma, Pappa and Federico had to have left him here because something happened and now he had these weird ears and tail. At least that’s what he thought – Ezio couldn’t quite remember how he’d gotten here at Leonardo’s. The last thing he could remember was promising Momma and Pappa that’d he’d help Federico keep their new baby brother safe. But every time he thought about Pappa and Federico – even baby Petruccio – he felt like he wanted to cry. But he needed to be strong, because Federico had told him that boys had to be strong and not afraid of anything. He had to be because he now had two little siblings to look after.

“Leonardo says that I have to stay here, though,” Ezio whispered, now hugging the kitten to his chest. “I think it’s because Leonardo is gonna help me. He’s really smart, and I think he’s gonna make me better. That way I can go home, and then I can help Momma, Pappa, and Federico with Claudia and Petruccio. What do you think?”

The kitten mewed at him, before squirming out of his arms. She daintily walked up the bed to the pillow and settled down for a nap. Ezio stuck his tongue out at her. She wasn’t any help. The door creaked as it opened, and Ezio jumped.

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Leonardo smiled as Ezio’s head whirled around to lock on him, eyes wide. The boy gave a happy yip and leapt off the bed into his arms. The tail was swaying happily behind him, and the ears were perked high on that dark head. He hadn’t meant to keep Ezio locked in the room for so long, but he’d been neglecting his work, and one of his clients had come in with the intent to either renegotiate their commission, or to completely cancel it. It had taken longer than he’d expected, but Leonardo had managed to calm the woman down. A new deadline had been set and hopefully he’d be either able to finish it before then, or manage to turn Ezio back to normal so his time wouldn’t be split.

It didn’t help that his friend had been providing him with whole ideas for completely different pieces of art, if somewhat unintentionally. Leonardo had whole sketchbooks that he kept hidden that were of his friend before his change, and now another one was being filled of this strange hybrid form Ezio was stuck in. The first half had been of when Ezio was still tiny, and now the boy was taking up the other. Ezio was especially endearing to sketch when he was sleeping.

Leonardo chucked as Ezio attempted to climb up his body. How in the world had his family dealt with bundle of energy? Though, if Ezio was this energetic, his brother Federico probably had been as well. But the thought of Ezio’s family made him pause. Ezio couldn’t remember anything past the years he was currently stuck at. In his mind, his parents and siblings were safe and waiting for him to return home. It was an unsettling thought, and Leonardo dreaded the moment Ezio’s memories would resurface.

“Leonardo, can we go outside?” Ezio’s question pulled Leonardo from his thoughts. He sighed internally, and knelt down at Ezio’s level. Those golden eyes were wide and pleading, and the artist wished he could allow it.

“I’m sorry, Ezio, but we can’t,” Leonardo gently picked the boy up. The hopeful expression faded, and the artist felt a pang of guilt. He wanted nothing more than to let Ezio go out, but the chance that someone would see him in his altered state was too great a risk. Leonardo walked back into the workshop and carefully set Ezio down onto one of the workbenches. Alcina curled briefly around Leonardo’s legs before leaping up onto the table to curl at Ezio’s side. Her purring was loud and the boy stroked the contented cat’s fur.

“I know you don’t like to, but I’d like to try something with the Apple again,” Leonardo started, smiling slightly at the grimace the child-assassin gave him. He quickly walked to the corner where he had hidden the Piece of Eden, and with a bit of rearranging, pulled the artifact from its place among his supplies. Leonardo had covered it with a soft rag, and he couldn’t help but wonder what its creators would have thought about him hiding it the way he was. It was a tool, a very powerful tool, and keeping it hidden among his paint supplies and covered by a stained rag seemed wrong somehow.

“Do we have to? It makes my head itch.”

The Apple glittered in the light and Leonardo set it down on the table next to the pouting boy. Ezio’s ears were flat against his head, and the tail lashed behind him, scattering the few papers that were on the table. Alcina was now curled in the boy’s lap, and Leonardo wondered briefly if she still considered Ezio to be her kitten. The young brunette was petting her nervously, and Leonardo pulled up a chair to the workbench.

“Ezio,” Leonardo began, picking up the Apple and holding it between them, catching those golden eyes with his own blue ones. “This is the reason that you’re like this. I’ve been studying it, and I hope to use it to change you back. I know you’re tired of it, and I know that it makes you uncomfortable, but it is necessary. Please, it will only be a little longer, then you can be back to normal.”

Ezio’s gaze flickered to the Apple he held and back up, eyebrows scrunched in thought. The boy was silent for a few moments more, frowning as he pulled Alcina to his chest.

“It’ll change me back?”

“That’s what I hope, Ezio.”

The frown deepened, but Ezio stretched a hand out to the Apple and laid his hand it. The Piece of Eden flickered briefly, before going dark again. Leonardo sighed; this was the usual reaction out of the Apple whenever Ezio happened to touch it. It was frustrating that the Piece of Eden was willing to show him those strange images, but the moment Ezio came into the picture, it was a pretty golden ball that occasionally would light up.

“What are we supposed to do?” Ezio sighed and scowled at the orb, the expression that was always intimidating on the adult form nearly cute on the young one. Leonardo sighed as he contemplated the boy, and watched as Ezio pulled Alcina up to cuddle deeper into his one arm.

Alcina mewed and squirmed out of Ezio’s hold, her own eyes intent on the golden orb they still held between them. She leaned forward slowly and before Leonardo could draw the Apple away, the mother cat lifted a paw and batted at the Piece of Eden. Both Ezio and Leonardo jerked as light filled the workshop, blinding the two. Leonardo could hear a strange, loud whine in his ears, could dimly hear Ezio shouting through it, before everything went dark. The Apple hit the table with a crack.

She purred, content and ignoring the noisy protests her kitten was making below her. Despite how happy she was on how much her kitten had grown, he was a noisy thing. She looked down impassively from her spot on the shelf, nested comfortably in a pile of leftover canvas that the not-cat kept piled there.

Her kitten was even bigger now, and she felt a surge of pride over that fact. She’d been wrong, and clearly staying with the not-cat had been the best decision she could have made. Her kitten was glaring at her, gold eyes sparking with anger and ears laid back against the long, dark head-fur he had.

“Damn it, cat! I don’t know how Leonardo ever tolerated you....”

She sniffed, not impressed with his little tantrum. Her kitten continued to scowl as he moved around the shelf and over to the wall. Her kitten’s head poked up above the shelf, gripping both the wall and the shelf to give himself leverage to climb up. She gave him an irritated huff as now she’d have to move from her comfortable nest. She caught the tiny creature that was nestled between her paws by the strange cloth it wore, and carefully wove her way through the boxes and stacked baskets to the other end of the shelves.

“Hey! Get back here, Alcina!”

She continued to ignore him as she carefully gauged the distance from the top of the shelf to the floor, the tiny creature swinging gently in her hold. She leapt down, and heard her kitten make a strangled noise and heard him land lightly on his feet. Before she could whisk to a spot where her kitten could reach her, felt the ground drop from underneath her feet.

“Gotcha!”

She squirmed in her kitten’s hold, his firm grip on the scruff on her neck was almost uncomfortable. He carefully pried the tiny creature from her hold, and now that her mouth was free she yowled her displeasure at him.

“Oh, stop that. I’m not hurting you.”

She found herself placed back into the nest the not-cat had made for her, kittens mewing around her and twining about her large kitten’s legs. She met his golden eyed glare with her own, and firmly turned her back on him. She was happy that he was better, but sometimes he could be so stubborn. She only wanted to help the not-cat now that he was a kitten too.

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The cat was pouting. She had turned around in the bed and was clearly ignoring him now, kittens climbing and pouncing overtop of her. Ezio sighed and ran a hand through his hair, scratching behind one of his ears. He felt a little guilty, but then, he couldn’t take the chance that Alcina would run off like she had with him. The tiny form in his hand twitched and moaned slightly. Ezio jumped and quickly moved to the table, pulling a chair close and carefully setting down his charge.

Ezio sighed as he sank into one of the plush chairs by the table, rolling his head in an attempt at alleviating the crick in his neck. He’d woken up to find himself sprawled across the table, head hung awkwardly over one edge and one numb arm flung over the other. Ezio dimly remembered talking with Leonardo, and something that had to do with the Apple, but nothing really before that. His last clear memory was of being pinned down by something much bigger than he was, then pain.

When he had pushed himself up from his sprawled position, Ezio had noticed a few things. He was much bigger for one, and a brief once over gave him the impression that he was once again a teenager. More like barely a teenager, at around twelve to fourteen. Maybe. Ezio knew he would need a mirror to be certain. Unfortunately, his added appendages were still there, as well as some more altered parts, like his teeth. The sharper canines had startled him, and running his tongue over one as harshly as he did nearly left him with a cut.

After assessing himself, Ezio had looked around for Leonardo, finally registering that the artist was nowhere to be seen. Which had been worrying, until he noticed something sprawled across the chair. Ezio remembered staring at the now tiny form of his friend, too stunned to really comprehend how changed Leonardo had become. Then Alcina had hopped onto the chair and darted off with the limp artist, resulting in a nearly catastrophic chase around the workshop. She’d taken refuge up on one of the shelves in the corner, and luckily Ezio had managed to catch her before she really could flee. Now said artist was slowly coming to, and Ezio didn’t know exactly how to fix it. He didn’t really know how Leonardo had managed to even get him to this state.

The artist groaned, rolling over onto his side before blinking blearily up at Ezio. Ezio managed a halfhearted smile at Leonardo, internally panicking over how they were going to deal with this new state of affairs. Leonardo frowned as he pushed himself up, running a hand through his blonde hair. The artist froze as his hands encountered his own changed ears.

“W-what in the world...?” Leonardo sat back hard, eyes wide and then flinched as he sat down on his own tail. “Oof! Oh, this is very strange...”

“Leonardo...?” Ezio managed, fidgeting as Leonardo slowly took in what happened to him, briefly staring up at Ezio with wide eyes, before returning to slowly assess the changes. Leonardo appeared to be more like a dog than a cat, unlike Ezio. His ears were fluffy flopped down into his hair, blending nearly perfectly into the blonde strands. His tail, also quite fluffy, was slowly beginning to wag as the artist truly began to wake up and realized what had happened.

“Ah, how interesting! The Apple must have changed me as well!” That was not the panicked tone Ezio had been expecting, but then Leonardo hardly ever seemed to react to things the way Ezio expected. The assassin remembered nearly having a breakdown when he’d realized what had happened, a combination of rage and panic that had gripped him for nearly an hour before he had started for the workshop.

“And you seem to have been aged up as well, Ezio. But I seem to be different than you, and I wonder why?”

Ezio wondered if this was Leonardo’s normal ramblings or if it was shock talking. But considering the look in those sharp blue eyes and how fast that tail was wagging, Ezio was certain it wasn't the latter.

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Anon is terribly sorry for taking so long to respond to this! It's been waiting in my inbox for me to finally have the time to sit down and write something more than just "afskahdfkja. Anon is slain by the hotness."

This is absolutely fabulous. I loved how Malik intends to return to his present time and discover if Altair really was experimenting. And I love all the references to the differences between this younger version and the Altair he knows.

I cant believe we still have two more parts! XD Seriously, take as long as you need because that is awesome news for this anon to hear. :D

I kind of hope the two tie. That is if Altair doesn't cheat and use the Key. That way they both get what they want. I could imagine both of their faces as they are both laying on the ground being all. "What how did I lose?!" When they both expected to win.

Awh, anon! Even if you had just written that I would have been very, very grateful! Do not apologise at all!

You're making me blush, anon!

Mhm, I have to worry now about repetition or continuity errors! Hopefully the third and fourth parts of this will live up to everyone's expectations!

I do not believe this Kadar, just now? you it had that to appear now?
Malik you do not settle drunk? this is an excuse!
it only has fear of if to deliver Altair to it and to like and not to obtain more life without it (you already do not live more without it, you are the reality)

I stopped of surtar with young chapters
OMG, you writes very much
I go to continue following until the end this history!
I wait anxious the update >.

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

OMG, anon. I think I want to have your internet babies. <3

Original Prompt was 'So I just found this pic on Shaun's tumbler of all places: http://shaunhastings.tumblr.com/post/7529450817 '

Filling here to keep the comments free on the meme itself.

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Mr. Hastings was the senior world history teacher. He was a pretty young teacher, which usually meant he was a pretty cool teacher.

“Mr. Miles, could you please tell me, exactly, what happened during the Second Siege of Constantinople?”

Except that he was a complete and total dick.

“Uh, they lost?” I answered, glancing up from my notes with a hopeful smile.

“Yes, Mr. Miles, Maslamah ibn Abd al-Malik lost. Now if you would be so kind as to pay attention instead of disrupting my class, perhaps you would know why.”

I tried to keep the grumble to myself, but Mr. Hastings obviously heard it by the raised eyebrow I got. Dammit. This was the last required class I needed to graduate next month, and if I didn't get a passing grade I wouldn't be able to walk with my friends at graduation. Nevermind the fact that Mr. Hastings was notoriously strict when it came to his grading scale. I couldn't help the sigh that slipped out as I set my pen against my notebook, trying to concentrate.

I didn't notice just how quiet the class was until I heard a rather close whisper in my ear.

“One more outburst, Mr. Miles, and I won't hesitate to keep you after school.”

I jumped, back straightening at I felt the teacher's breath across the shell of my ear. Dammit, dammit, dammit. And the whole class was laughing, including that cute blonde two rows over. This had to be a new record; yelled at by Mr. Hastings within the first ten minutes of class. This was going to be a long day.

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As Mr. Hastings droned on about Arabs attacking Turks, I just couldn't focus anymore. At least I wasn't the center of his attention anymore, so I let my mind wander. Unfortunately, as my mind wandered, usually so did my hands. I couldn't get that one song out of my head – the one about Istanbul not being Constantinople or something like that – and when I heard a throat clearing to my right.

“I highly doubt ducks and pigs wore fezzes or rode camels in Turkey.”

My eyes traveled to where my hand was, and I couldn't repress the flinch as I noticed I was not, in fact, doodling in my notebook. Nope. There, in stark black ink, was an image of a cartoon duck and a cartoon pig on a cartoon camel with fucking Shriner hats on. Fuck.

“After class, Mr. Miles.” Mr. Hastings said with finality. “And what the Byzantine people decide to call their capitol city is, as you have so eloquently put it, 'nobody's business but the Turks.'”

KEEP GOING ANON. Please? I have been dying to have someone fill that (and I'm not even OP). You are going to make a beautiful story.

Anon, this not!OP loves you. I can't wait to read more!!

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Bumslag? Don't you think that's a bit harsh?

Gah, where is the rest if this fic? It's really good and I really really wanna know what happens next! Please don't forget about this and update the final few chapters please :)

As the bell rang, I looked up to see everyone else get up and shuffle towards the door. The cute blonde looked over at me again, her face set in what looked like apology. What did she have to apologize for? I was the idiot who couldn't keep my damn mouth shut. Rebecca's waving arm caught my attention, her hands motioning that she would call me later, probably to hear me rant about just how much of a tyrant Mr. Hastings was. I nodded at her and turned my attention to the teacher sitting at the desk at the front of the room.

If I was honest with myself, he wasn't an unattractive man. And it wasn't like I wasn't exactly into dudes, I was just way more into chicks. Chicks had things like soft curves, soft lips, and tits. Mostly it was the tits. Like the ones that blonde had; what was her name? Lucy. Yeah. Lucy had fucking Tits with a capitol T.

Mr. Hastings, though, did not have tits with a capitol anything.

He dressed pretty plainly, a white, short-sleeved button up shirt with a red tie and dark brown slacks. His hair was kind of spiked up and messy, like that metrosexual style or whatever it was called. His wire-rimmed glasses sat perched on his nose, and as I noticed that, he looked up from his desk to stare right at me.

“You will clean that doodle off your desk, Mr. Miles, and then you will write on the board 'I will not doodle on desks.' one hundred times before you may leave.”

“What?” I shot back. “Look, I'll clean up the mess I made, but I'm not in grade school. I don't need to copy something on the board a hundred times just to remember it.”

Mr. Hastings raised an eyebrow. “If you are going to do something so juvenile, then you will receive an appropriately juvenile punishment. Might I suggest that you start working. I do not want to be baby-sitting you all night, Desmond.”

I was torn. I wanted to shoot back another complaint, but the way Mr. Hastings said 'Desmond' instead of 'Mr. Miles' made my face heat up. I dropped my gaze, walking to the front of the class to pick up the bottle of cleaning solution and a rag the teacher obviously set on his desk for me to use.

I kept my back to Mr. Hastings as I scrubbed at the ink on my desk. It was weird; the teacher never used anyone's first name. It was always 'Mr. Miles' or 'Ms. Crane,' but never 'Desmond.' I turned my head, looking over my shoulder him as if he would answer my mental question. Instead, Mr. Hastings was staring, pretty obviously, at my ass.

Wait, what?

This anon? Purdy damn excited. I love you. Keep writing, please! :D I love how you're writing from Desmond's internal monologue. Maybe you should have him tease Mr. Hastings by putting on a show as he cleans to get back at him. XDDDDD Nevertheless! This is a great story, and I am eager for all of it! :D

OP here, the TinyToons ref., The Constantinople song, writer anon, are you sure your not stalking my childhood? I'm loving what you have so far, please continue.

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