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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4

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kink plz.

(Anonymous) 2012-01-17 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
the OP here noticed that this kink meme generally lacks kink. so, dear anons, write me something as dirty and descriptive as it gets please (rimming and/or felching would be awesome). the pairing is up to your choice, make it anything except for ezio/leo (HINT : alt/mal or la volpe/machiavelli would be very appreciated)

Charge [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2012-04-02 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
*slaps face* Here's an old work of mine:

Malik was not too happy.

"Untie me this instant, novice!"

Casually, Altair leant down and kissed the corners of the grumbling man's mouth, sliding his calloused hand down the other's chest without breaking his worship on the Adam's apple that rapidly bobbed and protested under his teeth; with the restraints on Malik's wrists taught and expertly crafted, the impish assassin did not waste another second in languid daze, instead tracing his way towards a dusky nipple to bite down and lave it without the fear of dismemberment. "See? He likes it." One more nip, not long before he buried his lips into the shell of a heated ear. "Appreciates my ministrations."

Maybe—if his face didn't project a visible oath of castration: that, which Ezio found a bit intimidating, other than experiencing a taste of man for the first time. "I don't know, Maestro—he doesn't seem to appreciate—"

"His intelligence rises above yours," the older male hissed at his ignorant counterpart, his attempts at choking the Grand Master with his legs in vain. "Zarba, if I had known what you were planning with the Damas Bureau leader, you would be getting latrine dutyGod!"

The taller man grinned, first at the source of his entertainment, then at the fidgeting Italian, who was now transfixed on his hand that was currently gripping onto Malik's flushed length, relentless in giving sensory overload. "Mm, I find that statement debatable, rafiq: Don't you, little one?"

"I … " God knew how much he wanted to say, to touch, to feel, to simply walk up and rake his fingers over every inch of that flesh, challenge pleasure and sanity through a good rutting into the ground, overlook the possibility of complications in simply feeling—not thinking; he could already feel the painful pulls of arousal that stirred his blood, and it stung him as much as his superior's recent intimidation tactics. "I … Si … "

"Then, come."

He couldn't take it anymore: Not if the epitome of sensuality was served at his feet.

A step, another, one more, pull back his hood, and he cups Malik's cheeks in his hand, looking for signs of serious disapproval or protest, a tad too wary for the arch of Altair's brow. Initially, he meant to pull back, seeing a cloud of enigmatic agitation in those piercing orbs, but tossed that thought away to mold his lips over the older male's, perhaps even wilder than he perceived when the strong signs of stimulation were masked by that rebellious scowl, denials crushed at the back of his throat; without a doubt, it was that such contact that could rob his breath, to make his passions fan into aggression, to bite, chase, swallow, hunger—comply with his teacher's command to delve his tongue deeper, harder, faster, grip onto that weeping arousal and give wet gratification that was equal to a hesitant hand that was now snaking into his breeches to return the favor. And, dio, it felt so damn—

Altair suddenly smacked his ass playfully. "On your knees, with his cock in your mouth, while I'm fucking you from behind."

His breath hitched.

"And make it good; I might just give you a turn, later on."

How could he refuse such a deal?


(Anonymous) 2012-01-18 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
I give you all one pairing...
Mr. Fancy Pants (this guy... browse. deviantart. com/?qh =§ion=&global=1&q=Assassin+Fancy+Pants#/d327v0g) and Altair.

Why? Because FancyPants needs some love... and his pants are awesome...

Random Leo Facts

(Anonymous) 2012-01-18 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
Due to a recent trip to Da Vinci: The Genius exhibit(and saying that gives who I am away to a few people), I discovered some interesting facts. Two keep triggering in my brain.

One: Leonardo was, supposedly, six foot six. Not sure how they found that out, but they seemed certain enough to make it part of the talking part of the exhibit.

Two: Leonardo was an expert horseman.

I can just imagine that Leo tends to slump some simply because he is so tall, and he is constantly leaning to look closer at things, and you never do see the poor man on a horse in game.

I want to see poor Ezio/Salai/whoever being a bit surprised when they finally notice one of those things about Leo. And Leo enjoying the startled attention.

Re: Random Leo Facts

(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
All of my babies, in perpetuity, if some anon combines THIS prompt and the one BELOW it. ALL OF THEM, FOREVER!

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Immortal of a different sort

(Anonymous) 2012-01-18 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
We've seen immortalEzio and immortalAltair. Well, at least one other person is mentioned studying the Apple. At least in the books.


What if he was the one who accidentally figured it out, or found some other way to gain that ever elusive gift? And he promised Ezio to keep an eye on his children, and the children of his children.

Yeah, Leo and one(or all)of the modern day crew. You know you want to. He's old, so I can imagine that he's finally developed a taste for all pretty people, not just men.

Re: Immortal of a different sort

(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, this brilliant! I can totally see him nerding out and bonding with Rebecca over the intricacies of the Animus, not to mention the hardcore angsting over seeing Ezio, his dearest friend, through Desmond reliving his life. Then there's Desmond looking so much like Ezio...

Mini-Fill: Teacher

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not!OP thinks this is amazing

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Ezio Torture, Yusuf Comfort

(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
So this anon is in a dark mood and craves some dark hurt/comfort.

During the Revelations memory where Ezio has to defend a den, the Templars win the fight and take him prisoner. Cue torture. Can Ezio hold on until Yusuf comes to his rescue?

Bonus points for:

- Strappado
- People laughing at Ezio for his age
- Helpless but determinedly dignified Ezio

Maybe Ezio gets depressed about his helplessness after the fact, and Yusuf has to convince him he's still an admirable (and admired) Master Assassin . . . using methods I'll leave to your rich imagination.

Re: Ezio Torture, Yusuf Comfort

(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't use these words often, but:

Please someone, fill this!

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"Hey, remember that time..."

(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Lucy's dead. The team is still grieving, upset.

Then someone pipes in, "Hey, remeber that time..."

And suddenly they're swapping stories and laughing through the tears. And she's still gone, and nothing will change that, but it hurts just a little less.

Re: "Hey, remember that time..."

(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Seriously seconded, as I'm still PISSED that they screwed over dear Lucy that way. I even would've taken her being in the hospital in a coma or something, as a vehicle to show "Shit just got real" versus her being Dead For Real.

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Chastity Belt

(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
So....a friend of mine sent me a link to a website dedicated just to chastity belts for men. And my brain can't help but want to apply this to our boys.

So, any pairings are up for this!
- Does Leo fashion one to ensure that Ezio doesn't wander or to keep him from masturbating?
- Or does Sophia have one handy for our aging "Italian Stalion?"
- Maybe Shaun wants to see how Desmond would handle it? (or vice versa?)
- Rebecca secretly places one on the each of the boys (with help from Lucy? or is Lucy the instigator?? Heck, let's throw some in for the girls too! Sexual frustration all around! XD)
- Maria and Malik decide that they'll claim Altair together (each with their own key?)

Bonus points for having my OT3 (Maria/Malik/Altair) or OT4 (Lucy/Rebecca/Shaun/Des). >:D

Here's the link for those curious:

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(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
This is hysterical. If I could write smut at all, I would take this up in a heartbeat.

...'cause I could totally do Desmond in a chastity belt.

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(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
So La Volpe was convinced Machiavelli was a traitor, only to find the traitor was a thief presumably one of his own men).
Anon would like to see in the aftermath of all this, La Volpe turning his paranoia on his thieves, worried that there may be more traitors.
Perhaps then they or Ezio talks some sense into him... but that is totally up to the writer.
I am good with any pairing the writer wants to throw in, be it slash or het or whatever.
Sorry this is so vague, just an idea that would not leave me alone.

Dark Past

(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 05:56 am (UTC)(link)

Ezio's country was at war with leonardo's long ago, and all of Ezio's country was either killed or taken as slaves--- (Ezio is a baby when this happens)

Ezio is a slave being sold and Leonardo is captivated by him and buys him. He plans on setting ezio free, but not before he learns more about Ezio. Ezio is quiet and won't open up to Leo, until he finally does after weeks of living with him. Juicy details about sexual abuse from his old master!!!!!!! Leo is shocked by his long story but then learns of Ezio's brother Altair when Ezio mentions him accidentally (wanted to keep him a secret). Altair is still somewhere waiting to be found. Can someone write this for me??? Pretty please???

Re: Dark Past

(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 06:17 am (UTC)(link) I believe this may be something like what you want, except with Altair, Desmond, and Ezio as brothers instead of just Ezio and Altair.
That being said, I may take a shot at this.

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Do anything to protect....

(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
Leonardo da Vinci was a man who seemed to dislike violence, for all the weapons he created. He freed caged birds and avoided eating meat.

He was also a man who probably knew more about the human body than anyone around him, and is willing to go to amazing lengths for his friends.

Would he killed to protect one of them?

Not a dark sided Leo(though that is fun), but a man who saw that he had a choice to either kill, or watch someone he cared be killed. What would he do, and what would the person he saved do?

Completely inspired by the rp a friend told me about.

Re: Do anything to protect....

(Anonymous) 2012-01-19 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
This anon knows who you are, anon! And hopes someone does fill this. Would be neat to see.

...captcha says usedbyo (often. Hmmmm

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Opanon gurbles

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(Anonymous) 2012-01-20 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
I think there might have been a request or three like this, but I haven't come acrossed any like this one so far.

Leonardo has had enough. Too much violence, too much death. With the way that the Assassins and Templars are going about their war, it is never going to end. Just linger on and kill more and more people. So, as if dealing with a bandage, Leonardo plans on ending it quickly. It will be bloody, and it will hurt, but it -will- be over.

I want to see what happens if he puts that genius brain and the charisma that he supposedly had in spades(and maybe the Apple). Do both sides turn against him? Can he convince Ezio this is for the best?

Bonus points if Leonardo's inventions show up.

Re: Evil!Leonardo

(Anonymous) 2012-03-06 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Consider this anon intrigued, anon. I might just have to put something out for this.

....I'm really getting sick of this whole "Is ice hot or cold?" captcha. D:

ZEUS is Subect 18 (Protocreed prompt)

(Anonymous) 2012-01-20 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Desmond gets busted out of Abstergo by Lucy, but the Templars don't wait around and replace him.

With Alex Mercer.

Cue shenanigans and violence.

How Abstergo keeps Alex subdued is up to WriteAnon, though this Anon imagines bloodtox and sedatives being involved somehow. Rescue by the Assassins should happen at some point with bonus points to be awarded if they don't know exactly what they're rescuing until it sprouts tentacles and eats a Templar.

Romance is entirely optional but Anon has a ladyboner for Alex/Des. Super bonus points if you can get said romance to make sense somehow.

Subject DX-1118C

(Anonymous) 2012-01-20 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
When he comes to, and he means, actually comes to, he’s in an underground, circular room with statues and machinery and people staring at him as if he had just popped out of the sky.

He remembered what happened before (how could he not?). He had been walking along in a disguise, and all of a sudden, he was attacked, sedated and comatosed by unholy amounts of Bloodtox and sedatives. Of course, it wasn’t the sedatives that actually affected him, but with the Bloodtox in his system, he was nothing more than a drooling vegetable.

“Who the hell are you guys?” he growled, standing up and looking at the poor conditions these people were living in.

A blonde woman stepped forward. He could identify her as Lucy Stillman, product of some unfortunate soul he had consumed. There was Rebecca Crane, too, but he didn’t know the others. These guys were okay, he presumed, providing they weren’t the ones who kidnapped him. He had learned, over a long and hard period of time, to think before acting. There had been many damaged buildings to fix, several funerals to pay for, and a couple of new pets to buy, but he was learning. Slowly.

“You aren’t affiliated with those goons who kidnapped me, are you?”

Of course, those people he had eaten while they tried to hit him with Bloodtox told him these guys were those guys’ enemies. He realized that the blonde woman had been talking, but he had no idea what she had said. She was dithering on, probably, while he internally reminisced. There was too much to know right now, and he was still gathering himself.

“Lucy Stillman, Rebecca Crane. Who are the others, and what are you doing here? Why am I here? Why are you Abstergo’s enemies?”

All of them looked surprised, and his eyes landed on the man sitting in the chair. The rest of the group provided little to look at, labeled “unimportant” in that doctor’s mind. They weren’t nearly as “special” as this man, as the lab rat put it, the one that now swirled around inside him, adding an extensive knowledge about everything he needed.

“Where is my sister? Why were you so important to them? Why did they kidnap me?”


His eyes narrowed, and he stared at the man, pulling information from the doctor he had eaten before he had been sedated. He still didn’t know why they had sent their most important person with him to capture him. Still, he presumed as he mulled over the old man, there’s no cure for stupidity.

“Desmond Miles,” he murmured. “Subject Seventeen. Bartender. Ran away from your compound. Your mom was killed in the attack on it when they cam—”

“My mother was killed?” Desmond asked, rising. “Who the hell are you, huh? How do you know this?”

Alex snarled when Desmond crouched into a defensive position. It was something he could identify from the memories of some man he remembered from his comatose state. Similar—almost like—

“Altair Ibn’La-Ahad,” he murmured, tilting his head. “Who are you? Where am I?”

“Lord, this man is supposed to help protect us? He’s just as stupid as lug nut over here. Lucy has already told you this, you dirt-eating—”

Alex’s eyes narrowed, and Lucy wrapped an arm around his head, covering his mouth with her hand.

“You’ll have to forgive him. This is Shaun Hastings, and we are the assassins.”

The assassins, Alex heard, frowning as he could feel a wave of memories getting ready to wash over him. He grunted, pressing his hands to his eyes, hoping to restrain them. He growled as he fought, and when he lost, he couldn’t help but fall to his knees, hissing in pain as they bombarded him.

The assassins, fighting for the freedom of men.

Of course, the Templars thought that most of the world’s problems could be solved with mind control.

A pair of black shoes walking down a hall.

“Sir, we’ve located the Apple!”

They walked into a dark room, which fizzed out to show a conference room filled with suits. What caught his eye was the man standing there. He was young, with slicked back black hair and a thin, pinstripe suit. His eyes were a creepy bluish grey, cold and icy. The conference room was sparse, and he didn’t fit in sunlight from the large window he was standing in.

“Our next subject is a man by the name of Alex Mercer.”

Several screams and cries from a massacre and a hailstorm of bullets. There was blood and there was utter chaos. There was glee.

A feeling of triumph—“We found it!”

Horror at the blood all over the walls.

“Dr. Vidic, you’re the last man I trust. Go with them to ensure Mercer’s capture.”

He roared at the swirl of voices—of Lucy, of the man, of soldiers, and of assassins. He curled in on himself, gripping his hair hard. They were loud, overwhelming, and he couldn’t do anything. He had gotten so good at blocking out memories.

“Your Christmas bonus, Vidic, for your incredible work. Remember to pay Lucy. She’s done an excellent job of playing a double agent.”

A double agent.

A double agent.

Lucy was a double agent.

“Of course,” the lab coat said. “And Rikkin…”

“Yes, Vidic?”

Smug: “I’ll see you tonight?”

A smirk. “Of course, doctor.”

A flash of papers.

“And you have the Bloodtox ready?”

A clinking of wine glasses, several drops fall onto the white carpet.

“You idiots! I told you not to start with the sedative!”

Sprawled out on a couch, too much alcohol.

“I’ll see you in Hell, Vidic.”

A paper with the Abstergo symbol.

“By then, we’ll have taken over, Rikkin.”

The Animus is done.

“My successor is ready, in case I don’t survive.”

Logging in—an email that is written in all capital letters.

“It’ll be hard to kill a bastard like you.”

He smashed his head into the ground—too many marks eaten at once.

“If it’s hard to kill me, Rikkin, it’s impossible to kill you.”

He snarled, slashing at the person who dared touch him. He was volatile right now. He would kill anything that touched him. He stared at the ground as the voices started to die down, the images flashing at a slower pace.

“They’re in the warehouse, sir.”

“I know, ingrate. Lucy has already contacted me. Let’s go.”

His head snapped up, his eyes burning with fury. He was coming undone, and he couldn’t stop it. He could see the astonishment on the people’s faces—the assassins, the traitor.

A paper to be signed was set in front of him.

“What’s this, Vidic?”

“A contract.”

“Really now?”

“Just sign it.”

A flourish of pen, and a beautiful black inked signature sat on the line now. “I’m trusting you, Vidic.”

“I’ve never given you a reason not to.”

His vision swam before him as he staggered to his feet. He snarled again, resisting all urges just to eat the damn woman. He couldn’t believe that Abstergo had made such a huge, terrible mistake. He had taken down the second-in-command of Abstergo Industries. He had information no man should be.
How is this, anon?

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Ezio/?, Ponyboy

(Anonymous) 2012-01-20 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Everyone calls Ezio an Italian stud. Well let's see him gets broken in, shall we? Ezio being trained as a ponyboy! Could be by a lover or an enemy, consensual hot times or non-con, young Ezio or old.

(I'd kill for old & non-con, but that's just my sick mind :))

Giddy up, anon writers!


(Anonymous) 2012-01-21 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
altair/malik, body hair fetish

It not the end of the world

(Anonymous) 2012-01-21 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
I think someone may have already requested this but I'm re-prompting.

I was playing the new game Deus Ex: Human Revolution and I was really REALLY surprised that the voice of the main character, Adam Jensen, is played by the same guy who does Federico. They sound nothing alike to me (it may have something to do with the fact that he is practically growling when he plays Jensen and Federico sounds Italian happy)

The prompt then is to somehow turn Federico into Jensen.

- - - Bonus points if the Illuminati are really templars.
- - - - - (and Sarif industries is assassins for that matter)

Shotgunning Smut

(Anonymous) 2012-01-21 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Modern AU, older bearded Ezio, motorbikes, leathers, cigarettes and shotgunning, please. Any pairing, but I am partial to Ezio/Yusuf if that's possible. Ezio/Leo also good, or Ezio/Sofia, Ezio/Caterina... you get the idea.

Re: Shotgunning Smut

(Anonymous) 2012-01-21 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)

This anon would beg for Ezio/Yusuf... (because they need more love!)
For real... your prompt seemed to come from my own brains... blessed be automatic internet synchronisation. XD

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Crossdressing Desmond

(Anonymous) 2012-01-21 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
More or less what the title says. Stuff him in whatever you see fit; maid, female barista miniskirt, schoolgirl, as long as it's entirely too revealing and Desmond hates it. Smut or not will also be up to you.
I would love for Shaun (or any guy really) to be in serious denial over his attraction to him. Hell, throw in William taking pictures as future leverage over his prodigal son, I'm sure we'd all love it.

Re: Crossdressing Desmond

(Anonymous) 2012-01-23 12:17 am (UTC)(link)

I wrote this the other day, and it's not exactly what you've asked for, but I hope it's sufficient to keep you occupied until someone fills :3

((And if no one does I might just have to >.>))

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Now Dance, Desmond, Dance!

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(Anonymous) 2012-01-21 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I've got an AU/fusion premise with almost-complete details in mind, but I'm too busy with RL right now to write fic for myself, so I'm sharing this little fic bunny for the meme :)

Sherlock/Asscreed fusion with Altair in Sherlock Holmes' role and Malik in Dr. John Watson's. Any era (original novels/Guy Ritchie/Goldwyn/BBC/your choice).

yes, no, pie, fill?

Revelations spoilers, I guess, even though I'm way behind

(Anonymous) 2012-01-22 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
So I just got past saving Suleiman for the first time, and... um... now I want big dramatic Harlequin-style Ezio/Suleiman. I mean, come on, he meets this mysterious hooded sexy Italian on the boat back to Kostantiniyye, and then he drops in on his birthday party, serenades him (I know they were ridiculous, but he doesn't know that, it's all Italian to him), saves his life, and *flirts back*. (Somebody besides me must have seen the elevator eyes he gave Ezio on "mio bel menestrello"... anyone? Bueller?)

Silly is good too, I just want my ship validated *forever alone*

Re: Revelations spoilers, I guess, even though I'm way behind

(Anonymous) 2012-01-23 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
YES!!! C'mon, we've had almost no Suleiman/Ezio fills and I think there's a lot of textual evidence for a fling at at least. If some write-Anon could give us a little sugar it would melt me.

Desmond. Being a multilingual beast.

(Anonymous) 2012-01-22 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
Desmond, after everything, is an Assassin but goes back to tending bar as a cover and to obtain info, and speaks perfect Arabic/Italian(due to the bleeding affect), surprising the shit out of the person/people he talks to… the situation can be like a random person(or maybe informant) and his buddies talking shit about people in the bar and/or Desmond in one of said languages preferably Arabic, and he answers a rhetorical question/tells them that if they can’t be civil they can either leave, order more drinks, or at least come out with their insults in English rather than trying(and failing) to hide behind a language barrier

Re: Desmond. Being a multilingual beast.

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OP here! Also, even one fic would make my soul happy but I would really like multiple fills of this if possible, so don’t be shy, even if it’s just a line or two!!

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Ezio's getting an examination

Fill - In good health

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Hope this is what the doctor ordered (lol). First time posting on DW. Wonder what the character limit is going to be like?


Occasionally, very occasionally, Ezio seeks to be treated for no illness, no injury. It took him some time to find the right dottore, many discreet inquiries and rumours followed, some hours perched outside the practice in question, unseen, watching the sick and injured and merely hysterical come and go until he was fairly certain. The act, when he finally approached the physician in question, had lasted only a short time but it had lasted long enough, and then they had come to an... understanding. He would not have the practice closed nor the dottore defamed, and the dottore would not question either his motives or his identity; he would merely... administer treatment.

And the treatment is this: Ezio, laid out face down on the examination table. He is wearing his shirt but not his breaches, and he can feel the cool impersonal leather of the doctor’s gloves on the flesh of his thighs, can feel the man’s fingers pressing into his skin with no hint of professional disinterest. He can hear the man’s rapid breathing behind the bird like mask that he wears but neither of them have ever suggested he take it off.

The doctor tells him what he is going to do before he does it. His voice is gentle, understanding, and if it shakes a little as he speaks, well, he is a man as well as a physician and Ezio does not mind, he merely obeys when the doctor says, “I am going to examine you internally now, signore. We must be mindful that all injuries have been seen to. Please spread your legs.”

Ezio takes a shaking breath and tries to calm his racing heart as he does as requested. One of the doctor’s hands has a firm grip on the back of his thigh, his thumb curling with inarguable direction into the soft flesh of his inner thigh, the other Ezio knows is reaching for the grease, which the doctor has already assured him many times before today has been made for if not these then similar purposes. For a moment, neither of them move or speak, and then the doctor is deftly parting the cheeks of Ezio’s buttocks, his body moving to brace itself between Ezio’s knees and then his leather, grease slick fingers are there, in that place, exposing him in a way that Ezio knows the doctor can see, can gaze upon him completely, and a violent, uncontrollable shiver travels up Ezio’s spine.

“Shh,” the doctor admonishes gently, his touch alighting upon Ezio’s hole, slick with the grease he is spreading. “You must relax. This is for the good of your health, is it not? I understand, signore.”

Ezio shivers again, because the words are not so different to those the doctor usually uses, but they ring with a different truth this time and Ezio is not expecting that a man who has basically been manipulated and blackmailed into being used thus should adopt such a tone of compassion.

“You would be surprised, signore,” the doctor is still saying in that soft, gentle tone, as he pushes a finger slowly into Ezio’s body and Ezio breathes and trembles and tries not to fight it. “You would be surprised how important such things are to a person’s continuing well being. We, as doctors, although I admit I am not among the most learned nor the most gifted, are not taught to judge, only to determine the source of an illness and do what we can to alleviate it. How is that? Are you comfortable?”

Ezio blinks at the blank, crumbling wall not more than an arm’s length from his face, and realises that he is expected to respond.

“I-“ he tries, holding himself as still as he can. “Yes, it is fine.”

“Then I will continue,” the doctor tells him, and Ezio gasps in silently at the drag of his finger out and then the renewed push, slightly stronger than before, of two leather clad fingers.

“You are an excellent patient, signore,” the doctor tells him, a note of possessive pride in his voice. “Willing to seek me out before the complaint grows serious. You... respond well to treatment.” He turns his fingers a little, spreading them inside him and Ezio grunts before he can stop the noise as the sensation ricochets up his back and floods his pelvis. “Yes. Very well. But I must be thorough, mustn’t I. It would be remiss of me if I didn’t conduct a most thorough examination. Don’t you agree?”

Ezio can feel the man’s member hard against the back of his thigh, as it has been in every session since almost the beginning, and he struggles, as he has every time, to remain still, to not rub himself against it just to hear the man’s breathing hitch behind the anonymity of his mask, to feel his fingers clench deeper into Ezio’s flesh, to have him push with more force than he would otherwise need to use into Ezio’s body, mimicking the one thing Ezio increasingly knows he wants but can never have.

“Yes,” he agrees, unable to sound anything but breathless at the idea as his own aching, turgid member throbs painfully where it is pressed against the cold, flat surface of the table. “You must be... as thorough as you are... able.”

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Altair+Malik are immortal and watch over Ezio's brotherhood

(Anonymous) 2012-01-22 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I know there is this wondefully epic fill with Altair being immortal and joining Ezio's brotherhood to keep track of him.

I'd love to see something like that, only with Altair and Malik both having become immortal and watching over the brotherhood.

Can be Alt/Mal slash or friendship. You can also pair them up otherwise, I would only ask for no het pairings with Malik.
Naturally, it would have to be an AU concerning every game canon post-Brotherhood (includig Secret Crusade).

Bonus points for:
- People underestimating Malik constantly and BAMF Malik
- Interaction with La Volpe, Macchiavelli, Leonardo and the other important NPCs and/or the Assassin recruits
- Leonardo figuring out who Altair and Malik are

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Yes. Preferably with AltMal on the side. Leo and Malik interaction would be amazing. <3

Good prompt, OP!

I need a map...

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Hey, anons, I'm looking for a fill called 'Shades of Gold' that was in pt. 3... I just can't seem to find it now... well, I can find the thread for it. Just not the page. Can someone help me out? Please?

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This should technically go under the discussion post, btw.

Can you remember what the prompt was? It'd be easier to find it by searching the old indexes if you do.

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(Anonymous) 2012-01-23 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
So this is a rather odd idea that has been gnawing at me for a while. i would write it myself, but I already have several fills and a long-term fic running on ff.
So, completely ignoring the ending of Revelations, say Ezio became immortal through the Apple. He still travels off to Constantinople, leaving Claudia and La Volpe to keep Roma under assassin influence. The two become friends, and something convinces La Volpe to make Claudia immortal in the same way he was made immortal (for the sake of the story lets assume the rumors are true and he is).
Centuries pass. Ezio travels around helping the assassins, as does La Volpe and Claudia, but they never run into each other, and Claudia assumes Ezio is dead and visa versa. La Volpe probably knows Ezio is alive, but he doesn't tell Claudia because he doesn't feel like it.
Fast forward to modern times. Claudia and Ezio get involved with the Animus team and finally run into each other. Plot and/or sibling fluff ensues.
Because Claudia needs more love.
Writer!anon feel choose any pairing you want, if you want. Though Ezio x Claudia would make this anon a bit uncomfortable, I would rather have their relationship just be platonic.
Immortal!Altair could be thrown in there too, if anon wants.


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Something based on this pic (, please!

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I have tried to start this^ though I'm not sure I'll ever finish.
If I do I'll certainly post it for you ^-^
Anons, please fill this, for I fear I wont do it justice!

Captcha: Is ice hot or cold? Obviously hot. Duh.