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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4

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Alright. I'll see about resuscitating the idea and posting in about a week (since I'm headed back work). The talking zombies isn't even an original idea, but I really liked it.
Sure, I can see about working some Witch!Altair (and maybe Bommer!Malik (since it's the only special infected that doesn't really use its arms)) into supporting roles.

I work retail and thus have a conditioned hatred of Chrismas music. But there are a few songs I like, and I can't unsee Desmond loving older, jazz-style Christmas songs. Let It Snow, It's Cold Outside, Have Yourself A Merry Christmas.... I want fic of Desmond singing songs like these, driving Shaun/Rebecca/Lucy nuts in the process. Smut, no smut, any pairing, AU hijinks, WHATEVER, I just want them to suffer as I have suffered (and imagine Desmond's lovely singing voice in the process).

Can't wait for it! Well, good luck at work! But who cares if talking zombies aren't original? It's a fun idea!
Yay!!! Witch!Altair!!!! :D (Don't smokers usually use the horde for killing survivors? Smokers also have the lowest attack power in melee (I should know... I always get caught by them and it takes forever for them to kill me when they have no help... >.>) Plus, boomers are kinda suicidal... *thinks back* lol. But... that's just an idea... don't gotta follow ;) ) Anyways! Hope to hear from you Anon! I'll be waiting for your response!

Dio Mio, Anon! That was so S-W-E-E-T :'D
It was short, but wonderful and as clever as our dear Fox. ~~I reeeally hope Volpe follows Velli to his bedroom~~

I'm eternally grateful to you for this <3<3<3

Yes! Someone did my idea! I'm so happy right now!

You did a great job with the first chapter. I can't wait to read more! Thank you!

Seconding this. My friend I were discussing last night that Altaïr kinda sashays around like a chick, whereas Desmond and Ezio tend to swagger, so I'd love to see fic where this is acknowledged.

OP here, and OP loves you too much right now. This is amazing, no, no that's not the right word, perfection, yes, it is perfection. This is just what OP wanted, you even figured out what I forgot to ask, that they're in their 'young man forms'. Please continue this wonderful piece of work, Dio vi benedica, anon. Dio vi benedica.

Inspired by http://doubleleaf.deviantart.com/art/Des-is-MINE-144179789?q=boost%3Apopular%20desmond%20ezio&qo=41

And over their descendant, a major catfight between Ezio and Altair ensues... Starting with training and ending with wardrobe (which uniform to wear? That is the question. Jeans and hoodies are NOT an option)

Bonus if you manage to turn it all into a three-way smut (A Desmond sandwich with his ancestors still over him, perhaps?)

O.k this will sound crazy but here goes.

It turns out the apple wasn't created by the acients but by Cthulhu. To keep an eye on this world of such interesting mortals and to generally fuck with any persons mind who posses the apple.

Unfortunately for this person if Cthulhu takes an interest in him or her It takes that person to be his sex slave for eternety or untill he gets bored with them.

Guess who his latest sex slave is.

How did I miss this prompt? It's awesome! I always thought Altair had a ... feminine... walk. I always thought other people didn't notice it, but now I know I'm not the only one!
I third this and hope it get's filled. Because I really wanna see what the writer!anon would think of for it. Can't wait!

Fem!Desmond ends up in Renaissance Italy. Ezio pervs on him.

Bonus points for Leo attempting to paint her (...On a canvas)
Bonus points for "I'm my own grandma" situation

Thanks. I reread your prompt and thought 'Oh. My fill isn't that.' but it will get there!
Next chapter will be up... sometime. Should be soon.

I have an odd thing for characters going into hypo/hyperthermia and being nursed back to health. So, AltMal or Ezio/Leo, with one of the characters getting overheated or maybe lost in the snow somewhere? And the other nursing them back to health. Anything the filler wants to add is fine, like an AU or sex. I'm only really looking for fluff.

Or so one comment for a previous "Claudia's secret training" dubbed her, albeit a swordswoman instead of wielding a hidden blade...

Anything and anyone goes. Feel free to writte at yout heart's desire, as long its BDSM and full of kinkyness *-*

...is horny.

All. The. Time.

Maybe she wakes up in the morning, watches Ezio get out of bed and stretch his big strong arms above his head--and has to have him.

Perhaps she sees Ezio working in the grape fields, all sweaty and dirty--and has to have him. Ten minutes after they finish, Ezio is getting dressed, and she has to have him again.

Possibly while they are eating dinner, Sofia just keeps getting more and more turned on. Ezio, oblivious to this fact, starts talking about a book. Sofia knows she would normally enjoy talking about a good book with her husband, but she can't focus on the words, just his deep, silky voice--and OMG she can't wait, she has to have him right now. On the table.

Or all of the above? :3

Bonus points:

-Ezio enjoys it at first, but then has problems keeping up. (Preferably not because of age, but because you know, despite being THE Italian Stallion, there are limits to how often he can "perform.")

-Sofia is pushy and likes to be on top. Ezio is totally turned on and amused by this.

Not-OP thinks this is a beautiful start, and cannot wait for more.

Please continue! ;A;

Unfortunately, in light of Embers I can much more see the first of your bonus points being true...

yeah, but embers is like 15 years after this, right? i think ezio might still have it in him to take care of sofia at this point. either that or anon can just make him younger for the sake of the story. op, i'm assuming you just want some hot sofia/ezio preggers smex?

Brief note: the oldest societies believed that above the heavens there were waters--as in, there was a ball, and in the center was land, beneath that was hell and above that was heaven, and surrounding that was waters (that also contributed to the flood in the story of Noah and the epic of Gilgamesh). That's what I'm playing on in this section.
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Altair snorted, and Adha laughed.

“I can see why you said you wouldn’t need company. There is enough life in here to resurrect all of the underworld.”

He rolled his eyes and looked at her, taking a moment to simply enjoy the finer features of her face, like the black paint highlighting her eyes, which shown with a beautiful deep brown. The ornamented headpiece still twinkled as if there was light to bounce off. Her gaze softened, and he lifted a hand up to cup her cheek.

“Oh, Zeus help me: I’m going to vomit,” Desmond said as he gagged, clutching his stomach.

Altair turned to look, quirking an eyebrow, noticing that Ezio and his girls were laughing. Persephone smacked Desmond’s arm, sighing disapprovingly.

“You two are so sickeningly cute—”

“As if you have any right to speak,” Altair murmured. “Mooning over Persephone as if you had lost a vital piece of yourself when she returns to Mount Olympus, sighing miserably and making us goad you into helping with the threads for two months after she leaves?”

Desmond blushed bright red, sputtering.

“Oh, do not forget the ridiculous smile he has, Altair, when he sees the farmers harvesting and the leaves falling, every other sentence that leaves his lips, ‘Lucy will be coming soon!’” Ezio said with a laugh.

“Or when he has me help him practice his dancing for hours,” Cristina began, swirling in circles, “just to make sure he knows the steps well enough to ‘please his lady when she comes down.’ And when he fidgets ridiculously during the few times I seek your company, Ezio, as he waits for—”

“Okay! Okay!” Desmond said, covering his face with the pillow. “I get it!”

“Or how about when we work on the ground, and he stares at in the direction of Mount Olympus longingly?” Altair asked, leaning forward as Lucy started to blush.

“Or when we have to hear him muttering about how wonderful of an idea it was for Hades to kidnap her, because now she’s all his?” Ezio added.

“Or when I ask him to braid my hair, and he sighs wistfully as he talks about how he hopes Persephone will let him braid hers? Or when he sees a woman who looks slightly like her, and his head whips around so fast we fear it may break?”

“Or the way he jumps to attention if we even mention her name—”

“I get it!” Desmond shouted, curling in on himself and around Lucy. “Just… leave me alone, okay?”

The room was filled with laughter, and Altair looked when Adha leaned into him. He wrapped an arm around her as she shook her head. Poor Lucy was mortified. When it all died down, the woman had that smile on her face as she looked at Desmond, placing a hand on his shoulder. He tensed, the pillow still smooshed to his face, and Ezio and Altair knew that he was still embarrassed.

“Is that true, Desmond?”

The youngest Fate tried to shrink even more, muttering under his breath because it was true. Every last word they had said was true. Lucy waited patiently for a moment before looking up at them.

“Is that true?”

Altair nodded sagely in time with Ezio, and Cristina smiled as she sat in Ezio’s lap, leaning against him as he wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other around Sofia’s when she crawled on the bed. Lucy pried at the pillow, slowly taking it away, and before he could cover his face, she grabbed his wrists.

“Desmond!”
He buried his face in the sheets, and she pulled his arms down to lean in and kissed his cheek.

“Desmond?”

“Just leave me alone,” he groaned, and Lucy laughed.

She kissed his ear, and Ezio smirked when he saw the tips of his ears turned red. Persephone nuzzled against his cheek. They watched as he slowly uncurled, and she kissed him on the lips, and when she pulled back, he was grinning from ear-to-ear. He pulled her down to spoon with her. Altair scoffed.

“And you accuse me of being sickeningly cute.”

Desmond stuck his tongue out before kissing her ear and snuggling close. Lucy chuckled as she pulled the pillow under their heads.

“How do you three manage to share a room so well? Surely you want to have sex every now and then—even the gods do!”

“We do,” Ezio said, “though it is rarely in our room. We don’t enjoy doing much down here.”

Adha raised an eyebrow. “Then where…”

“Where ever we choose,” Altair murmured. “There is no god to stop us.”

“Although I bet Apollo would love to cock block you, whether he knew it or not,” Desmond said, his arms wrapped tight around Lucy’s waist as they lay there.

Altair rolled his eyes. “I have no doubt.”

The next few days were quiet, between working the threads and spending time with their ladies. Ezio and Desmond teased Altair as the more time he spent with Adha, the more enamored he seemed to become. He preferred to keep displays of affection to times when they were alone, treating her as if she were going to leave at any time. Several weeks later, in the dead of winter, Altair was standing at the bank of the Lethe, watching the newest group of spirits drink.

“Welp, here comes Hermes.”

He turned to see Desmond approaching him, his arms resting in his robes as if they were pockets.

“Already?”

“Yup. Are we gonna accept?”

Altair hummed as the spirits were herded off. “I suppose. Adha may want to see.”

“I know Persephone will want to go.”

“We could take Ezio’s girls with us, too.”

“Sure, they’re cool enough.”

When the spirits disappeared, Altair stepped forward, sticking his toes in the river.

“I thought you hate water.”

“I do.”

“Then why—”

“This river is safe. Do you not remember the heavens before—”

He smirked when Desmond shuddered. “Yeah. That was…”

He saw the youngest Fate waded into his ankles into the waters. There was a feeling of calm that surrounded them, and he stepped in a little farther, letting the river tug gently at his feet. This water was nothing like the waters of the heavens, which were dark, chaotic, and deadly. It was a black vortex that seemed to keep them churning, frothing and roiling with remnants of the universe still yet to be formed. They would weave the rest of the universe from the waters when the humans were more advanced, when they could start exploring space, and when they needed more than a handful of planets that where in the wrong order anyway according to their beliefs, enough stars to fill the skies, and a few interesting discontinuities to keep them guessing. The waters of the heavens were something all of them hated. Desmond and Altair shuddered in time with each other.

“Yeah… I like this river.”

Altair nodded once, squatting down as the water brushed the robes covering his butt. He scooped some water into his palms, lifting it above his head and letting it fall onto his face. He sighed, contented, as he felt the water’s pull. Altair could feel it try to erase what he knew, which was everything and more in the universe, and he scooped more water to splash onto his face, rubbing vigorously. When he shook after that, he scooped a third handful, lifting his cupped palms to his lips and drinking slowly. It was rare he ever indulged in something as simple as enjoying a drink.

The water of the Lethe was cool to the touch, markedly cooler than the deeper portions of the underworld, but warmer than the atmosphere around them. Altair could hear Desmond splashing around quietly. The Lethe was their domain, the one river they didn’t mind, the one body of water that didn’t have deep chasms and murky depths. This was their favorite place to “escape” to inside the underworld, a bright spot inside of the hideous dark.

“Altair?”

He turned slowly to see Adha standing a few feet away from the bank, giving him a thorough onceover. When she smiled at what she saw, he smirked and held a hand out. She jerked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing will happen.”

Adha shook her head as she walked forward, taking his hand as he led her farther into the river.

“It’s a beautiful river,” she murmured.

“It’s the only one we like,” Desmond said as he plopped down in the shallows, one leg bent and the other stretched out into the water.

“Why?”

By that, you probably know who I have in mind by now... *groan, slinks away, should stop tooting own horn by now*

I did post a self-micro-fill a while back for femmeslash bondage, but I don't want to intrude too much at the expense of those whose fill WOULD be closer to what you're looking for... *cringes*

He pulled her close, pressed flush against her back and his arms around her waist. He kissed her ear and murmured, “We just don’t like water.”

She hummed, shooting him a look that told him he would be explaining himself later. The water was now at their waists, lapping gently at their skin and toying with the robes. Adha was warm, and he exhaled as he tightened his arms around her waist.

“Hermes has come,” she murmured.

“He’ll come to us in a bit,” Altair responded. “Don’t worry.”

She laughed quietly. He took the time to enjoy holding her as the water lapped around them, and after a few moments, Hermes appeared, looking quite flustered.

“Well?” he snipped.

Desmond chuckled, leaning back on his elbows to look at him. Persephone was running over, smiling. She stopped at the banks, and when the youngest gestured her over, she waded in carefully, straddling him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him.

“Please, may we go?” she murmured.

“Was Hades—”

“Yes,” Hermes spat.

“Can Sof—”

“Yes.”

“Do we need—”

“No.”

“Are you going—”

“No.”

“Why won’t—”

“You already know the answers, you insufferable, bloody, arrogant prats! Why must you get such unbridled pleasure from tormenting me?”

Desmond laughed, and Altair smirked as the messenger fumed.

“We’re coming,” the youngest Fate said. “And keep a seat open next to you for me, would you? I haven’t had the chance to grope you under—”

“You filthy, disgusting freaks!” Hermes hissed as he stormed off, leaving Desmond and Altair laughing.

“I suppose we should get going, then,” Ezio said as he approached, Sofia in one arm and Cristina in the other. “Best not to keep the gods waiting.”

“A little bit of patience would do them good.”

“Apollo?”

“Yes,” Altair murmured.

“It’ll all be resolved tonight.”

Regardless, he pulled Adha from the waters, and they made their way to the gates of the heavens. As they entered, Zeus called out for them, and they could only briefly think of the man that would later appear in Damascus as a pot maker. Adha was tucked neatly against Altair’s side, but Ezio had already let his girls go to mingle with the others. Persephone was hugging her mother.

“Welcome!” he boomed. “Glad you could make it!”

“I’m not,” Hermes grouched.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again,” Altair murmured, stepping forward and nodding his head curtly. “And keep your filthy thoughts on your wife, Zeus. Adha is mine.”

Zeus bellowed with laughter. “Nothing escapes you, does it, Atropos? You got a real knack, don’t you?”

Altair gave him an interested, but confused look. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

“Always picking the women that’ll irritate me!”

Altair smirked. “Well, with all due respect, Zeus, we merely suggest.”

“We can’t help it if they always seem to accept the positions we offer them.”

“What do you mean?” Adha asked.

“Maria,” Altair murmured.

“She follows only Apollo,” Ezio said with a grin. “Not Zeus.”

Zeus bellowed with laughter again, wrapping an arm around Hera. “Go ahead! Join the party!”

Altair bowed again, and it was later he found himself standing at the edge of the clouds, watching the humans below with a goblet of that foul liquid the gods loved. Ezio was talking to Dionysus in drunken revelry as he flirted with Caterina, who the humans called Athena. Desmond was pestering poor Shaun, who, with a goblet or two of wine, was warming to the youngest Fate’s advances. Sofia was talking to Metis, the deity of wisdom and born during the age of the Titans, and Christina was flitting about. Persephone was talking with her mother. With a sigh, Altair tipped the goblet of ambrosia over, watching as it fell from the heavens onto some poor, unsuspecting man.

“Atropos.”

He turned and looked to see Apollo, his lyre in hand. He nodded in respect as he came over and stood beside him. They stood there for a moment, in silence, and he knew what was coming. He waited until he saw the god open his mouth again, and he scoffed.

“There is no need to apologize.”

He heard his mouth snap shut.

“I will not make you say it”

Apollo nodded once, staring hard out over the clouds. Altair clasped his hands behind his back. He could hear the revelry.

“You knew.”

“I know everything.”

Apollo snorted. “I should have guessed you would never change”

But the idea of anons actually waiting for a Ubisoft game on PC? It's borderline tragicomic, especially when it's a game where we'd practically be wanting to throw our dollar bills at the monitor until the AC logo fills the screen, yet Revelations on PC has already been leaked and torrented PRE-RELEASE.

“When Maria dies…”

“Do not concern yourself with that,” he murmured, his gaze hardening. “Do not worry.”

“I do not—”

“She will die,” Altair said. “All humans do.”

“Is there—”

“Do not worry about that.”

“What will—”

“Do not concern yourself with that.”

“Why?”

“You will have plenty to worry about soon enough.”

He could feel Apollo’s hard stare. “What do you mean?”

Better to warn him now. He looked over his shoulder, meeting Ezio’s gaze. The man nodded once, and his eyes flicked to Desmond, who gave him a thumbs-up—and subsequently let Hermes go. The messenger scowled, pulling his arms back down around him, and Altair smirked before turning around. With a sigh, he frowned, looking back down at the humans.

“Greece will fall soon enough, conquered by Maria.”

Apollo was silent.

“In her gratitude to you, she will start the seedlings of the Roman empire. After a while, the Romans will dominate everything in their path.”

He adjusted his stance, his hands firmly clasped behind his back.

“Zeus will go into a rage and will begin eating the other gods.”

Apollo jerked.

“We will not stop him, for this is the way it must be.”

He inhaled deeply.

“Then, once he has begun his tirade, he will have, born unto him, a child who shall call himself a prophet, and he will favor this boy with miracles. In fearing for the state of Mount Olympus, he will raise it into the skies. As we speak, my brothers and I prepare to create the space for him. Hades will rebel with the Titans, and in return, Zeus will cast him and the others into Tartarus.”

“And you’re just going to let him?”

“Apollo, we have no wishes to stop him—”

“From destroying—”

“Hush,” Altair murmured. “I tell you this with reason.”

He could see the god’s jaw clenched tight.

“It would not matter if he did this or not. The prophet would still be born, and Zeus would still favor him. He would unite the humans with a common god. The new religion will be called ‘Christianity.’”

“What about that Judaism?”

“It will coexist, along with the rise of the Muslim religion, and Zeus will get great pleasure from the warring factions.”

“So why do you tell me this?”

Altair inhaled, steeling himself as he looked at the god of the sun. “I tell you this so that you can prepare. The underworld will be left deserted save for my brothers and I. I wish to extend the invitation to you and your brother, as well as Athena, Persephone, Hermes, and Hephaestus. The Titans will reside with us, as well as the souls of those who were not lucky enough to be accepted into Zeus’ monotheistic grace.”

He frowned at the almost slack-jawed expression Apollo had.

“No more than those I told you may come. The rest will rebel before the prophet is born. You will, no doubt, hear the whispers of treachery that will cause unrest in the heavens. Zeus will see into the hearts of the gods, and those who are not a part of the plot will become angels, beings of divine grace with wings. If you chose to become an angel—”

“I’m not going to, am I?”

Altair’s lips pulled slightly into a smirk as he looked into the sky. “If you continue thinking the way you do.”

“What will happen to the sun—”

“The earth will begin one-hundred year cycles of warm and cold. This evenly spread weather which graces Greece will become more volatile. Gaia will become angry. The humans will continue to climb, and the sciences and maths, the literature and the arts, will boom.”

“Have they not?”

“They will continue. Industrialization will happen, and wars more powerful than you ever imagined. With the death of the gods will rise a new era.”
Apollo was silent, and Altair eventually looked at him, watching as he processed the information. He stood there for a moment before looking over his shoulder. Ezio was watching him closely, and so was Desmond (much to an angry Hermes’ chagrin). There was no smile upon their faces. There was no more of the party-spirit that filled them. Prophecies of the future were never to be messed with.

“You said you prepare for him a new space. How? What will happen to the spirits who reside in the underworld now?”

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