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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]
We're about to reach the posting limit on pt.1&2, this is for those who wish to continue/write on prompts on both these parts.
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Part 1
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Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Discussion
Adopted 11/??
(Anonymous) 2011-06-12 06:47 am (UTC)(link)“I suppose I should name you, too.”
The kitten merely twitched an ear before raising her head and yawning. She stared at him with her golden eyes before carefully standing and picking her way daintily to the pillow. The kitten snuggled down by his neck, high pitched purring thrumming against his skin. Leonardo sighed, glancing over to the table he’d placed by his bed. He’d taken to moving Ezio in here with him at night, so he could keep a better eye on the assassin’s condition.
The tiny bed was empty.
Leonardo jerked upright, kitten hissing a startled protest at her main source of warmth leaving. Leonardo immediately dropped to his knees looking underneath the table and bed, worried that Ezio had rolled off in his sleep, or even worse, finally woken up and had climbed down stubbornly.
His search was turning up nothing, and found the kitten was watching him from over the edge of the bed as he sat up, her tail lashing from side to side. Leonardo rushed out into his workshop, not registering the failed pounce or the other mewed complaint, and nearly ran over to the basket where the cats were. Alcina was there, still curled protectively around her litter, fast asleep. No Ezio.
He could hear tiny mewing behind him. Leonardo turned, seeing a tiny spotted tail disappear behind the stacked canvases by the wall, all thankfully blank. He quickly walked over, blank or not, he didn’t want that kitten to knock them over and possibly hurt herself. As the artist drew near, the mewing grew in volume. There was something else, a strange sound filtering through the kitten’s noise, and Leonardo began carefully leafing through the canvases. Finally he located the calico, and stared at what she’d apparently pounced on.
Ezio was there, hair mussed and dusty...and struggling in the kitten’s grasp. She looked up at Leonardo’s dumfounded expression, and mewed proudly at him. Ezio continued to squirm as the artist set aside the canvases, kneeling next to the two. He reached a hand out, intending on pulling them apart, but froze at the strangled sound Ezio made. The tiny assassin managed to pull free of the kitten, scrambling back from Leonardo, eyes wide and panicked.
Something wrenched in Leonardo’s chest, not seeing any recognition in his friend’s golden eyes. Ezio had scooted back as far as he was able, huddled in the corner made up by the wall and canvas. His movements were stiff, the bandages on his leg and shoulder hindering the assassin. The small dark ears were flattened tightly back against Ezio’s hair, tail tucked in between his legs as he still tried to shift further back.
“Ezio? Ezio, it’s alright.”
Ezio merely whimpered, eyes shutting tight as Leonardo carefully lifted the assassin. The tiny body in his hands trembled, breathing fast and hard with fear.