Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

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Adopted 15/??

[(Anonymous)]

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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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Adopted 15b/??

[(Anonymous)]

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.

Adopted 15c/??

[(Anonymous)]

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.