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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4

Welcome to Constantinople

‡ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

‡ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.

‡ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.

‡ The fill/request doesn't necessarily need to be smut.

‡ Don't flame, if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything.

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‡ Last, but not least: HAVE FUN!

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(Anonymous) 2012-03-08 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
I have no idea if posting something like this is allowed here since it doesn't specifically say in the rules, but I'm not having much luck elsewhere and I figured since most of us here are writers and fans of AC, I'll stand a better chance.

So that said, would anyone be up for an AC roleplay? We can discuss details later, but as a forewarning, I don't like yaoi or yuri (since this meme seems to be full of it).

If this is against the rules and I somehow missed that, feel free to delete this post.


(Anonymous) 2012-03-08 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
I would love to! :D Although it depends on which character you'd like me to play.

Would you like my email?

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RP solicit and a few questions

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AC/Game of Thrones Crossover

(Anonymous) 2012-03-08 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
Don't care how you do it, as long as Ezio, Altair and the modern assassins are involved. Just want to see them utterly astounded at how (awesomely) morally ambiguous the Westros and Free Cities are. I have the feeling that Altair would be disgusted, Ezio would be intrigued/shrug it off as "Eh, this is right up their my era's politics," and the modern assassins would be a combo of both, along with a large dose of utter confusion.

Make it as serious or comical as you want, anon, and involve whatever Game of Thrones characters you want.

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-19 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I might... I might just have to fill this. I really might. ((Actually, I stopped reading partly through the first book because of the character I loved so much dying.)) Would anon mind if I bend the timeline in GoT to my will?

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(Anonymous) 2012-03-08 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
I would like to see an AC/Beauty and the Beast crossover somehow involving the pairing Sofia/Belle. I don't care how it happen, I just want it to happen. I think they'd be so cute together, bonding over books and stuff and how Belle 'wants more than this provincial life' and Sofia has it since she's traveled and everything. Idk, I'd write it myself but I have no time :(

Possible writeanon

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I'll fill this, just give me a day or two.

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FILL - The Words & the People Who Keep Them - part one

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OP here...

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Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

(Anonymous) 2012-03-08 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
This anon was flipping through the radio today and landed on a song called "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" and when I heard it I couldn't help but think of Robert. So, I ask this of you anons... a fill (short or not) about Robert being Leroy, Malik as the jealous husband, and Altair as Doris. (Mainly because this is a Kink meme and my mind just goes all mushy at the thought.)


Well the South side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town
And if you go down there
You better just beware of a man named Leroy Brown

Now Leroy, more than trouble
You see he stand 'bout six foot four
All the downtown ladies call him Treetop Lover
All the men just call him Sir

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Now Leroy, he a gambler
And he like his fancy clothes
And he like to wave his diamond rings
In front of everybody's nose

He got a custom Continental
He got an Eldorado too
He got a .32 gun in his pocket for fun
He got a razor in his shoe

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Well, Friday 'bout a week ago
Leroy shootin' dice
And at the edge of the bar
Sat a girl named Doris and ooh, that girl looked nice

Well, he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
'Cause Leroy Brown learned a lesson
'Bout messin' with the wife of a jealous man

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Well, the two men took to fighting
And when they pulled them from the floor
Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle
With a couple of pieces gone

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog
Yeah, badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Because He's Worth It

(Anonymous) 2012-03-08 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Pick an Assassin or Sidekick. Wake him up with a blowjob. If sexytiems happens as a result, so much the better.

Tongue Stud-Blowjob (AU?)

(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Damn. Somewhat beaten by Previous Anon.

Desmond, while living in New York, gets his tongue pierced. Subsequently getting captured by Abstergo, they force him to remove it, but during the events of ACII/BH, he starts trying to find a replacement for the one they confiscated. Virgin!Shaun is completely blown away by this new information, Desmond not-so-subtly starts hitting on him ("Oh, you've never been given a blowjob before? Let me show you..."), corners him, and blows him away in a different sense.


Desmond, pierced tongue, with Altair or Ezio.
Altair is slightly more experienced in bed, but having had no prior knowledge of poking one's tongue full of holes and filling them with metal fixings, is only slightly startled ("By the Creed! What on Earth?!") then "Oh, by the Creed... Wow."
Ezio: Convinced that Desmond couldn't possibly show him anything new when it comes to orally pleasuring your partner, is then proven dismally wrong.

Bonus points for Desmond being given a surprise facial.

Please writeranons, I've had a crappy and stressful week of moving, and would like to decompress with a smutty and perhaps humorous piece at my new (temporary) home. m(_ _)m

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(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I say yes to the first option~!

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AssCreed III request, but it's not what you think

(Anonymous) 2012-03-11 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
So after seeing just how divided the fandom is about it, I'd like to see a fic about how the characters feel about the AssCreed III announcement. Perhaps some of optimistic while others are a bit more jaded. Whatever works.

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(Anonymous) 2012-03-11 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
This is a really thoughtful, sweet prompt :-)

Seconded, out of curiosity's sake

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(Anonymous) 2012-03-11 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
This Anon had just seen a very interesting bleeding Effect story. Is now seeking to see another one... With a bit of twist, starting with a veeery small time-twist: Desmond was born later than in canon and therefore is still a teen at the time of AC-II. Freaked out and wary of Shaun, Rebecca and Lucy who keep sticking him in Animus? Definitely.
Suffering from strong Bleeding Effect? Obligatory.
And that leads to a much more radical time-twist: Teen!Desmond manages to land himself in Ezio's time.
Bonuses to Writer!Anons if:
1. Ezio gets madly overprotective of his little descendant.
2. Father Figure!Leonardo being parental
3. Suffering-from-bleeding-effect-but-getting-better!Desmond
4. Attached!Desmond
5. (optional) Shaun, Rebecca, Lucy getting chewed out by Ezio if they somehow manage to get in contact with Renaissance!Assassins

(Anonymous) 2012-03-11 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
*a la George Takei*: Ohh myyyy... I second this like burning. Paternal!Leo got me laughing so hard, I'd appreciate any story centered just around those two in that circumstance. Then Claudia or the other Assassin Recruits (if Brotherhood, though the standard set by OP suggests otherwise) start treating Desmond like a little brother. *snicker*

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I Regret Nothing!

(Anonymous) 2012-03-11 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Something to do with this picture anons...
http: // www. pixiv .net/member_illust. php?mode= medium&illust_id=25724051

Bonus points is Ezio likes what he sees...

/is shot (repeatedly)

Captcha... Is ice hot or cold? Haven't we been through this already?

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jive: (Misc ♠ Fandom: Slash)

[personal profile] jive 2012-03-15 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry to break the rules for a moment here, but I just thought everyone would like to know that a daily update community for this kink meme has been created.

So if you've been itching to fill a prompt that's buried in one of the older parts of the meme but was discouraged because of the lack of exposure, worry no more! The daily update comm will make sure your fills are seen, no matter where they may be!

Here's to hoping this'll spark a revival for the asscreedkinkmeme; it's been far too quiet and lonely here for far too long~~
halberdier: (AC Malik Moonlight)

[personal profile] halberdier 2012-03-15 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Brilliant idea!

Thank you!

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(Anonymous) 2012-03-15 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)

This anon had to basically remove themselves from the kink meme in November, because they couldn't get their hands on a copy of Revelations right away, and wanted to avoid spoilers.

It was horrible. Not enough smut/crack was had in the past winter.

But then the glorious springtime came forth, and after twisting their friend's arm for months, anon obtained and started playing Revelations! Such joy! They thought they could return to the warm abode that was the LiveJournal Kink Meme.

...BUT ALAS, THE KINK MEME WAS NOT THERE. And for all of 10 minutes, this anon thought everyone was DEAD.

And then the 10 mins passed, and they found Dreamwidth, and all was sunshine in the world, again.

So, apologizing in case something too similar was already prompted, I would like these emotions and this experience portrayed with that of an assassin who has returned from their mission, after months in a barren, desolate place, only to find that their assassin's HQ is empty and abandoned.

This can be hilarious or serious; that is the filler's choice. It could have spastic flailing like what this anon did, and then they turn around and their Grandmaster is all, "Bro, calm your tits. We just changed locations." Or, you could make me cry. (Y)

Some suggestions:
-Altair gets back to Jerusalem and Malik is trolling him.
-Leonardo gets back to Venice from a trip and the thieves had to move (I imagine Ezio stayed with the thieves while in Venice...)
-Ezio gets back to Monteriggioni and panics to find it empty, but Claudia was just taking their mom out for a walk or something
-one of the modern assassins gets back to the Sanctuary and assumes everyone died (reaction could be grief or rejoicing)
-any recruit returning from a mission
-Ezio returns to Sophia's store, finds it cold and empty; conclusion: she was ded (n creyes 5evr)

tl;dr - someone comes home from a long time and finds the place empty. Emotions ensue. Based on a true story.


(Anonymous) 2012-03-15 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
LMAO, love the backstory to your prompt, Anon. Welcome back!


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Pawns in a much larger Game

(Anonymous) 2012-03-17 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
Not sure if this has been prompted yet, but here we go:

So, it's an accepted fact that Those Who Came Before is an ancient race that died out a long time ago.

...but what if they didn't? What if, all this information that has been revealed is just a way to manipulate humanity into a position where TWCB can regain control? There was no solar flare, but a weapon that they had developed to level the playing field against the huge numbers of humans out there (but not accounting for it to backfire onto themselves, which is why they also lost so many.)

The majority of TWCB decided then to wait out what had happened, allowing themselves to fall into myth/legend (some attempted to regain their numbers by merging the two races together, and maybe even renouncing what they were and that's why there are people born with special abilities?? IDEK. Grasping at straws on that idea.)

Now, the current plan is developed after seeing the conflict between the Templars and Assassins (the Pieces of Eden were used as surveillance to see when they could return to the world and assume their position as masters of the world.) They manipulated both sides to get them into a position they wanted, and all the while developing another weapon to bring humanity to its knees and back into slavery. But they also need to find a perfect tool to accomplish what they need to do, which is where the Animus comes into play in order to search for it.

You guessed it: Desmond.

Somehow, Desmond figures it out (whether on his own or with help), and now needs to find a way to stop TWCB from accomplishing their goal.

tl;dr - Those Who Came Before aren't dead, and Desmond needs to stop them from enslaving the world again.

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(Anonymous) 2012-04-06 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
Huh....never thought about it like that, OP. Wish I could write it for you, but I don't think I could pull it off.

Seconding! :D

The savior needs saving

(Anonymous) 2012-03-17 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
Desmond has saved the world (how is up to you, details aren't necessary.) But he's still suffering from the Bleeding Effect, and keeps this issue secret as much a possible from the others.

It keeps getting worse and worse, and before long Desmond starts losing it like Subject 16 did. Someone ends up finding him in his room, cutting himself and writing messages on the walls.

I haven't played Revelations yet, and I have no idea how that game would work with this prompt. Mostly, I want a h/c prompt. Pairings are optional (if you go that route, could it be with all the moderns in a nice big pile? I love me that OT4, and Lucy alive/dead is up to you.)

It's Okay

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I highly encourage others to fill, but I couldn't help and post this little bit
He dreams in black and white of the memories he shouldn’t have, but that’s okay, because he feels more at home in the memories of what was, apparently, not him, but that’s okay. And sometimes they’re in color, which is also okay, because then he feels the warmth of a woman under his hands and it’s the closest to ever having a child he’ll ever get, but that’s okay, because those dreams are real enough it’s become a drug. He sneaks in the extra sessions when no one is watching, during the night when everyone’s asleep and that’s okay because they think he’s sleeping better since he doesn’t scream anymore. And that’s okay, because he feels better in a skin that is anything but his own, in a skin where he can fight and climb and be worth more than what he’s worth outside of it. And that’s okay, because that means his father will be proud of him.



And that’s okay. So he feeds his addiction, and it’s pretty much out of control by now, so he doesn’t really care when someone walks in on him in the Animus, by himself, and they’re okay with it because he laughs and tells them he’s using the training program to try out something new for the novices. But is it him? At this point, he’s not sure. Not that it really matters, because everyone is okay with that.

And he bleeds constantly, completely, and he doesn’t notice, either, that he’s wandering the halls as Altair because he’s been spending more time as Altair than before, but that’s okay, because Altair was always a better assassin.

And this is where it gets complicated to hide.

Because he argues with them—in his room, in the training facilities, while he trains the novices—and they keep trying to tell him that he’s just fine the way he is.

And that’s not okay.

Because he’s not, and they are better than he is by a long shot, and his father has made it perfectly clear he would much prefer Ezio or Altair or Ratohnhaké:ton as a son over him, so he tries to let them take over more. And they chose not to, preferring to talk to him alone, so he finds a secluded, dark corner and squats, scratching his arms in frustration because everything is not okay. And no one should believe that, but he’s gotten good at hiding it, so he’s okay.

He’s okay.

He’s okay.

He is okay.

And the deep, infected claw marks on his arms and legs tell him he’s okay. Altair and Ezio and Ratohnhaké:ton tell him he’s a perfectly good individual. And when they do, he digs his nails into his limbs and re-rips open the long scabs, his once-hairy arms and legs now devoid of hair and covered by long sleeves. But sometimes, when he’s bleeding red and one of the others patch him up, he can’t help but sit there and laugh, and laugh, and laugh, because it’s so Goddamn funny that the fucking voices in his head seem to be the only ones who think he’s okay the way he is.

But what he doesn’t understand even more than why the others seem to think he’s okay, is why someone is standing there, yelling, as he paints on the wall. Of course, he wouldn’t use the paints for the younger children, because he teaches them, and he doesn’t want to use their things, so he settles on a nice shade of red he has pooling in his hand and dripping down his arm as he paints a picture of the wolf and the eagles that live in his room on the wall in the main room in the early morning hours. And there’s more yelling and panic, he notices, when that one woman with the blonde hair—the one that one of him stabbed in the stomach and was rushed to the hospital before she could die—sees him dripping blood all down his arms as the other man with the glasses tries to grab him.

But he rolls out of the grasp, trained over three—or was it four?—lifetimes to avoid it, and keeps painting, humming merrily to himself. Ezio is chattering merrily, laughing gaily as he gives the eagles life, but its fucking hard when he has to dodge Mr. Yelling-and-Glasses every few seconds. Eventually, Miss I-am-Blonde-and-Smart calls him back, and he hears Ratohnhaké:ton singing something—or is it him?—as he paints on the eyes, and Altair tells him that he’s done the shading wrong—or did he catch that?—and he goes to correct it.

Only to feel something prick his neck. He growls and dumps his paint on the ground as he pulls out something that looks like a needle from his neck, and he starts to panic because it’s poison and that’s not okay. And Ratohnhaké:ton is telling him to find someone to suck the poison out, and Ezio is saying he needs the antidote, and Altair is saying he needs to sweat out the poison, and the paint is dribbling down the back of his neck as the cool metal of the blade on his wrist comes out and cuts open that area as he hopes to drain the poison from his body. Thank the heavens Ratohnhaké:ton knew what to do. He certainly didn’t. There’s more frantic chattering and panic as he presses his robes against his neck to try to draw the poison out, and eventually, his legs wobble, his eyes roll back, and the floor has never had a closer friend. And that's okay.


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(Anonymous) 2012-03-18 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, okay, shoot me if you want, but it's time for this, now that we know there an Indian in the next game.

PocahontasxConnor. I don't care if the game isn't out and he ends up being hideously out of character, just make me laugh.

Re: Crossover

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Okay, I'm an Indian, like from the subcontinent, so just to avoid confusion, can we use Native American?

I'm sorry I'm so sensitive, I just cringe when I hear Indian.

And seconded, this sounds awesome.

Crack Drabble!fill: Crossover

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(Anonymous) 2012-03-18 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ezio goes into the Colosseum with Leonardo. While exploring, the boys find a room with are manacles on the wall, and Leonardo starts to think about things that Romans used to do with Gladiators off the arena.

Luckily for him, Ezio is a very convenient Gladiator-substitute ;-)

Restraints and lots and lots of foreplay, maybe a bit of orgasm-denial/delay, with bossy!Leonardo and horny!Ezio, please?

(Anonymous) 2012-03-19 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
Oh this, please.

La Volpe/Ezio please?

(Anonymous) 2012-03-18 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't care if it's gen interaction, smut, kink I don't even know. I just want to see more of these guys together.

Pretty please Anons?

Fill: Rain

(Anonymous) 2012-03-20 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
It is raining in Roma.

Gray clouds had been crowding the sky all day, but five minutes earlier they finally opened up and unleashed a torrent of rain upon the city. People hurried home, and guards who could made excuses to patrol under the arches. Their armor was unbearably heavy when wet, and difficult to dry out.

Ezio could sympathize there.

If there had been an important mission to deal with, he would have pressed on despite the weather. But he was only out to search for recruits and perhaps purchase a new weapon to replace the knife he had lost in a fight the day before. And it was unlikely anyone was sticking around in this rain. There were no guards around to bother.

So the assassin, like many of the guards, took refuge under a particularly large archway. He spotted a wooden ledge, and climbed up to it.

To his surprise, there was a familiar figure crouched on the ledge. His dark cloak and cowl had blended into the wall, and he was sitting so still Ezio hadn't sensed his presence.

"Ezio," La Volpe said without looking up.

"Volpe," Ezio settled on the ledge.

The thief sighed. "It is a miserable day."

"At least we are not Borgia guards, stuck out on the rooftops," Ezio replied.

La Volpe chuckled. "True." His expression was pensive, a bit of sadness reflected in his strange eyes. It was not an expression Ezio was used to seeing.

"Has something gone wrong?" the assassin asked, his lazy mood dissolving.

"No. At least, nothing that will cause a major setback," La Volpe shook his head. "A few of my thieves got in a fight with some Cento Occhi thieves this morning. Three were killed."

"I see," Ezio sighed heavily. Though the thief leader had never outright said it, Ezio knew La Volpe regarded his thieves in much the same way Ezio viewed his recruits. He went to great lengths to help them.

The conversation reminded the assassin of the recruits he had lost in the past months. He had been searching for replacements, but they weren't interchangeable. Carlotta, Paolo, Desideria... They had all held ambitions, hopes, and dream. He had sent them to their deaths. He had failed them.

Logically, they had known what burdens they took on when joining the Assassins. They had been willing to give up their lives. Each and every one of them had died bravely, fighting for what they believed in.

It didn't soothe his conscience.

"I am sorry," it was the only thing he could think to say. "I... I have lost three recruits in these past months." He hesitated. "It feels like failure. Like I have failed them, as a teacher and as il Mentor."

La Volpe glanced at him, and merely nodded. After a pause, he spoke in a voice barely louder than a whisper "I feel the same way."

Outside, the incessant rain pounded on the streets of Roma. Ezio thought he heard an eagle's cry, though what would draw out a bird of prey in this weather was beyond him. Perhaps it needed to feed its chicks.

There were no words that would absolve La Volpe's regret, his perceived guilt, so Ezio said no more. In fact, he almost left his fellow assassin to grieve in peace, but when he moved to leave La Volpe caught his gaze. A sudden flash of desperation in his eyes, desperate loneliness, stopped Ezio.

The assassin was not a man unafraid of displays of affection. If he had been, he never would have been able to deal with Leonardo. But he was not a particularly outwardly affectionate person either. Certainly not towards this particular colleague, a enigma mired in even more myth than Ezio himself.

Yet, now seemed the time to make an exception.

Ezio put an arm around La Volpe.

The thief did not jerk away. Ezio even thought a slight smile might have crossed his lips.

The two men sat in silence, lost in grief that they could share.

It is raining in Roma.

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So let's say...

(Anonymous) 2012-03-20 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
That a certain pairing is having some fun in bed. There's some passionate love making, maybe even some rough play or just cuddling.
And one of the two moans another's name and not their partner's. Derp happens.
Reaction is up to the writer!anon, can be any pairing but OP would prefer Malik/Altair or even some Des/Shaun.

that is all, imma go hide nao

Re: So let's say... Minifill

(Anonymous) 2012-03-20 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't hide!

I'm so tempted to do a Des/Shaun fill but it'll go all Bleeding-Effecty and angsty, and this is much more like a humour prompt :-S

Then again...


Altair was maoning like a cat in heat.

Malik, buried to the hilt in the Grand Master, grinned and nipped Altair's throat, marking his lover. He shifted his hips, hitting a different spot inside Altair that made him groan gutturally. He grabbed Malik's buttocks with both hands, and panted hard. Malik knew Altair was close; he was proud that he could make Altair come undone so completely.

Altair's eyes rolled up in his head. "Oh, my ... SIBRAND!"



please don't kill me

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perhaps RTYI

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3 Assassins and a Baby?

(Anonymous) 2012-03-21 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
I'd love, love LOVE, if suddenly there was a baby left in the care of the Assassins. I don't really mind who gets the random doorstep!baby so it doesn't have to be three Assassins, it can be as many or as few as you like. my brain likes movie-title parodies, okay?/small>

(although if a character preference is needed, this Anon *loves* the idea of Bro'Hood Ezio being asked "who did you do?" by everyone that comes in, and the Recruit-girls swooning and/or squeeing a bit as the armour-clad Il Mentore carries this tiny bundle of life in one huge hand trying to find its' Mama... d'awwwwwwwww)

Pretty please Anons? I'd hate to have to self-fill... Will gladly do a return fill for anyone who takes this on.

Re: 3 Assassins and a Baby?

(Anonymous) 2012-03-21 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Claaaaimed and will write later tonight if the muses comply ^^]
Don't let that stop anyone thooough.

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GEN: Reboot AU

(Anonymous) 2012-03-21 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Forgive me if this has already been prompted, and kindly point me in its direction.

S'yeah. It makes sense, doesn't it? Reboot's all inside a computer, and instead of syncing memories, you have to play those incoming games!

Character suggestions:
Bob = Altair/Ezio OR Lucy
Dot = Malik or Maria/Sophia OR Rebecca
Fong = Leonardo
Enzo = Desmond
Frisket = Shaun? Kadar? Rauf? Derp.
Megabyte = Cesare (He just seems more affable than Vidic or Al Mualim)
Hexadecimal = Lucrezia


In the Reboot world, there's an incoming game that nobody has ever seen before! The Templar version of Assassin's Creed. The sprites of mainframe play the Assassin's Order, while the User acts as Templars, trying to wipe out all the assassins.
Bob has to play Altair.
Dot has to play Malik.
Frisket is Altair's horse.
Enzo plays Kadar, but he manages to screw the game's rules and survive, somehow. Or, this all takes place before AC1's events.
Fong could be outside the animus, sending the team little info-bytes about landmarks, events, people, and such.

Go nuts!

Sooo....Please? Generation Kill?

(Anonymous) 2012-03-22 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
It's my understanding that if you do a fill you are entitled to getting on your knees and begging other anons to fill one of your own prompts. So here's mine!

Generation Kill anyone? I desperately need a fill with our assassin's as soldiers. Like burning. Anyone can be involved, but I'm wanting Altair/Malik, naturally. Can't help but think of them every time I think of Nate and Brad lawl.

And hello, Sibrand = Captain America, Am I right?

I will be indebted to whoever takes this up. The fill I did is on page 9: Pillars of Sand, an Alex/Altair fill. I will give anyone sex if they do mine D:

Re: Sooo....Please? Generation Kill?

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I love the idea of this but have no clue about Generation Kill or soldiers in general, and alas I cannot help you, Anon. Seconded!

AU: Hunger Games

(Anonymous) 2012-03-22 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
In light of the Hunger Games premiere:

Assassin's Creed characters are tributes from each District.
One of them will be left standing. But who? WHO? (O_O)

Here are a few suggestions for each District (which do not necessarily need to be followed), as well as what each District specializes in. Now, in the books, it's says there's supposed to be one boy and one girl tribute. But there don't seem to be enough ladies to call on, so filler can mix and match and genderbend and stretch the rules as necessary. Also, assume that nobody really knows each other, unless they come from the same District. Then, you can go nuts with backstory.
Also, everyone is 12-17 years old.

District One: (luxury items/jewelry) Cesare and Lucrezia
District Two: (masonry, weapons, trains peacekeepers) Bartolomeo and Pantasilea
District Three: (technology) Leonardo and Rebecca
District Four: (seafood) Ezio (because FINNICK) and Rosa
District Five: (power, like electricity) Altair and Maria (Auditore or Thorpe, take your pick)
District Six: (transportation) Clay and Paola
District Seven: (lumber/paper) Malik and Sophia
District Eight: (textiles/fabrics) Harlequin and Hellequin
District Nine: (grain) Shaun and fem!Salai
District Ten: (livestock) Abbas and your favourite female recruit
District Eleven: (agriculture) Flavia and Petrucchio
District Twelve: (coal) Kadar and Lucy
District Thirteen?: (nuclear weapons) IDK. Yusuf explodes things. And Claudia.

For 6, 9, 10 and 12, I was just like, "...ok, what do I do, here?"

Ok, filler gets free reign from here on out! Add smut between scenes, even, if you want! ("We need sponsors." "I know! Let's make out!")
I just want:
2 people per District.
The people's jobs/personalities/abilities make sense according to their District, somehow.
1 (one) survivor.

Now, rip my heart out and tear it to shreds!

Re: AU: Hunger Games

(Anonymous) 2012-03-27 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Will fill, give me a day or two.

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Crosses to Bear 1/?

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Fill: Des/Shaun, sharing a bed

(Anonymous) 2012-03-24 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
A fill for a prompt from so long ago that I have no idea where it is. In the middle of a hot dream, Desmond starts grinding against Shaun in his sleep. I am fairly sure the words "humped by the randy Brit" were involved.


Shaun wasn't entirely finished breaking the news that there were only two beds between them when Rebecca said, "I call dibs on Lucy!"

After a moment: "What? She smells better than you guys."

Arguing wasn't worth the effort. Rebecca never budged on these issues. They'd once spent half a trip arguing about the laws of calling shotgun. Shaun stood by the rule that it isn't valid unless the vehicle is in sight, because that was the rule.

Shaun, for the record, smelt fine.

There was no chance to debate the finer points. The girls turned and left, Rebecca with an insufferable grin and Lucy with a shrug. Desmond didn't argue at all. He only stripped to his boxers, crawled into bed, and muttered "night," as though you could get actually tired from crawling up imaginary walls in imaginary Italy and not at all appreciating anyone's thoughtful and fascinating notes on the imaginary architecture.

In fact, Desmond never complained about anything. He took kidnapping and ancient global conspiracies in stride and fell fast asleep as easily a cat in a sunbeam, while Shaun, who'd been dealing with the same sort of thing for years now and was getting quite good at it he thought, was left staring at the wall. Staring at the dark in front of the wall. With his glasses off it would be blurry anyway.

It had taken Shaun weeks to accept the idea that there really was a shadowy conspiracy running the world and an equally shadowy secret society trying to fight them. It was too much likw all the old lunacy about Illuminati and hidden symbols and international bankers that always boiled down, in the light of day, to a few nutters with too much time on their hands blaming things on Jews. Shaun still had moments when the whole ridiculous notion fell apart and he was convinced that all the hiding was a farce, and they were children running from closets full of imaginary monsters. That usually lasted until news came in that another team had gone dark.

That was the easy part. After that he had to face that there was a normal world, one where people had normal lives and whole weeks that went by without conversations about satellites that would tell the bad men where to come murder them. That all the apocalypse cults that pop up now and then around powerful personalities or dates with nice wrong numbers were only wrong in the details. That there were people without anything significant to be afraid of, and he would never be one of them again. Shaun could never quite stop resenting the world for that.

Shaun tried turning over. That got the peacefully sleeping Desmond breathing in his face, which just rubbed it in. Back to the wall.

Desmond didn't resent anyone, not even the people who'd practically re-kidnapped him. Just took it all in stride. Predecessor going mad, men who had been dead for hundreds of years taking over space in his brain fate of the world on his shoulders, nothing to get upset about. Not even seeming to notice the moments of joking around about something stupid when there was a flash of the normal human being he could have been, and instead it was Shaun feeling like he'd swallowed bleach. It was actively infuriating. For a while Shaun had thought he was really and honestly so dim that he could be completely oblivious to what was happening to him, and really he still wasn't sure that was wrong-

He ground his face into the pillow. No, that would be the easy thing to believe. Better an idiot than someone whose life was so utterly bugfucked that he didn't expect any better. Or that it didn't even occur to him he should have had a choice.

He could at least have the decency to be put out by the whole mess. If he would bring up how his supposed friends were doing exactly the same thing to him that the Templars had been, maybe Shaun could stop thinking it.

All that and he was hogging the covers. The rest of the bed too, for good measure. Somehow through a very subtle siege, Shaun had gotten wedged between wall and snoring wanker. All right, let's be fair, not snoring, just breathing and from time to time making little murmuring noises. On the back of Shaun's neck. Shaun tried turning over and giving him a firm but gentle shove. Then he tried just a firm shove. Desmond didn't do much of anything except rock a little and be firm right back.

The really unbearable thing, the crap icing on the outrageous madness cake, was that the experimental subject they were all tossing the weight of the world onto had to not only be a person, but a ridiculously fit one. And with a distinctive nose. Why did Shaun have to have a thing for distinctive noses? But he was very discreet about it. Absolutely professional. If he happened to sneak glances at Desmond's arse while he was climbing on things, well, blame circumstances and tight jeans for that.

Oh, god, a shove gave the sleeping idiot ideas. He rolled over in exactly the wrong direction. And now, yes, that entire half-naked body pressed up against Shaun's back? That was spooning. Absolute, indefensible cuddling in the first degree. It was warmer, at least, but that didn't make up for how Shaun could practically count Desmond's chest hairs, and that he knew for a tactile fact that those were very nice pectorals. Desmond's hand slipped around and rested on Shaun's stomach.

That was enough. The fact that Shaun was even considering permitting himself to enjoy this was too pathetic for words. Shaun was going to wake him up if it took a slap to the face or a brick.

"Caro mio," Desmond sighed in his ear.

Oh. That was not good.

That was not Desmond's voice. That is, it was, but in the warm caramel of Ezio's accent. He'd tried a bit of the remembered Italian when he was in his right mind and quickly given up with the declaration that he could feel his own ancestor being horrified from beyond the grave. That only made it more disturbing when sometimes a few flawless, thoughtless words would slip out. It only took a gentle reminder to return him to the real world.

That was when he was awake. When he didn't have both arms firmly knotted around anyone's middle.

It was supposed to be dangerous to wake a sleepwalker. Did that also go for people suffering from side effects of magical history machines? If Desmond was persistently convinced he was Ezio, it could be dangerous in the same way suddenly waking any highly skilled assassin would be. Did he try to get away? No, no, that only got - oh god - more intense cuddling. Did he just wait it out? Maybe if he held very, very still and looked nonthreatening. Wait, no, that was for bees.

"Qual è il problema?"

Oh, of course, Shaun being stiff and slightly terrified, that he noticed while sleeping like a mad oversexed Renaissance log. And now he was murmuring comforting things in Shaun's ear that included bello and amore and all in all completely failed to be comforting, especially because what was poking him in the back was absolutely not a hidden blade.

Shaun was just going to roll his eyes up think very hard about the ceiling. Yes, good old reliable ceiling. Sitting up there keeping the sky out. Commendable job.

He should have known this would happen, with all the little interludes they were always skipping in the Animus. Who knew what was going on in this intervals when he wasn't supposed to be busy with assassinations and saving the world. Why couldn't Ezio have been one of those chaste married-to-his-work types? How did Desmond manage to stay asleep while grinding his crotch on Shaun's arse? If the situation were less bizarre he would be insulted.

He'd try doing multiplication tables in his head. Running through the lineage of Roman emperors. Anything besides leaning back and pretending that Desmond's voice was talking to him and not some woman who'd been dead for hundreds of years.

Augustus, Tiberius, Caligula, Claudius...

Desmond quieted down. That was a good sign. Maybe he was moving onto dreaming about being naked at a test like normal people.

Nero, then Galba, Otho, and Vitellius in quick succession, 69 was a bad year to be an Emperor...

Shaun would just go to sleep with Desmond latched there like a marsupial. They'd laugh about it in the morning. That was what he would do, and what he wanted to do would go right back to its comfortable little dark corner of denial and stay there.

Vespasian, Titus, Domitian...

Desmond murmured something in Italian in his ear. Shaun didn't know what it meant. He didn't think about it much, because whatever it was it sounded extremely private, and it ended with,


The decision of what to do was taken out of Shaun's hands. His body jumped, crashed into the wall, turned over, grabbed Desmond, and practically shouted "What?!" all on its own.

Desmond's eyes were open, thank god for small favours. They were also bewildered. "Leo-?"

"No!" Shaun hissed as quietly as he could, glancing through the shadows at the door. The absolute last thing he needed was for the girls to wake up. He'd never hear the end of it. "You are not Ezio Auditore, I am not Leonardo da Vinci, this is not the ideal way to find out that your ancestor was shagging the man who painted the Last Supper, and you rubbing yourself all over me while you have randy past life fantasies is bloody cruel."

Desmond stared at him. Though his face was a collection of dark and light areas without colour, his expression was perfectly clear. It was possible that was all babble to him. While it looked like the dull, baffled stare Shaun knew so well, Desmond could still be caught up in the bleeding effect.

"Des?" Shaun said. He shook him gingerly by the shoulder. "Are you in there?"

"Yeah. I think."

It'd never been such a relief to hear plain English. Shaun could have hugged him, if that wouldn't have been even more awkward for everyone involved. His back felt terribly cold beneath the memory of Desmond pressed against it.

"Um," said Desmond, showing his usual world-beating initiative, and why did Shaun wake him up again? It had seemed important a minute ago but now he had his regrets. "Was I...?"

"You were." Shaun swallowed. The dark made Desmond's eyes look very large. His hand was still on his shoulder. "Now, this is what's going to happen. I'm going to leave, I'm going to wank furiously, and we are going to never speak of this again. All right?"

Shaun was halfway to getting up and remembering this very clearly for a few minutes before trying very hard to forget it when he felt Desmond grab his wrist.

"Wait. It's not all right."

He was sitting up with the sheet sliding down his chest. There was an odd, stubborn look on his face.

Shaun, making full use of his intellect and gift for repartee, said, "What?"

"I mean-" He let go to rub his face. Shaun noticed he was not leaving. "Shit, I should've known this was gonna happen. Sleeping next to a cute guy. I wanted to find some way to be suave and romantic about this, but you know there's not a lot of privacy around here and... Jesus, just blurting out 'You're hot and I'm into guys and I like you' would've been smoother than having a dream about the guy who did the Pieta and humping you in my sleep. So...yeah. Are you gonna punch me now? Cause just looking at me like that and not breathing is freaking me out."

Shaun wasn't entirely sure at what point kissing him became inevitable, but he made it fairly obvious. Desmond did not appear to have a problem with that.

That used up all the restraint Shaun had left. He grabbed Desmond's shoulders and kissed him exactly the way he wanted to every time he saw him nibble thoughtfully at that god damned scar. It felt like a seam against his lips, exactly the way he could, just for now, stop denying he'd imagined. It was fumbling, messy, and very, very good.

From very close, looking into the wide eyes that held a hint of gold even in the dark, Shaun said, "Michelangelo did the Pieta."

Desmond breathed, "I so don't care."

It was either argue or kiss him again. There'd be time for arguing in the morning.

"Do you have any idea," Shaun hissed, "what kind of sounds you were making? I was about to go bloody mad!"

Desmond gave him a lust-drunk grin and rolled on top of him. "If I'd known it just took falling asleep to get you to make a move, I'd've done it a lot sooner."

Shaun learned that biting his shoulder got a gasp the same as he'd heard shortly before. In the footsteps of Leonardo bloody Da Vinci.

That reminded him- "If you call my by the name of any historical figure," he said, while pressing up against Desmond's hips to make sure he was paying attention, "I am throwing you out the window."

"Don't gotta worry about that," Desmond said, with a hint of breath that Shaun found gratifying. He was in a patch of light that made his face bright and pale. He cupped Shaun's rear with both hands. "Nobody in history had this great an ass."

"Well, there was- mmph."

You wouldn't expect Desmond to be the type to be demanding. Shaun found he didn't mind. Desmond did him the favor of getting rid of his boxers before he realized just how much they were irritating him. The sight of Desmond sitting up and pushing down his own pants with his thumbs and a wriggle of his hips was one Shaun vowed to keep very close on cold nights.

"My god," he said as he ran the backs of his fingers down Desmond's stomach, "I thought this sort of thing was only in jeans adverts."

"I'll take that as an apology for all that crap about me getting fat."

"Imagine how you must have looked before you got fat," said Shaun, just to make Desmond kiss him quiet. He really did make the best plans.

Especially when Desmond expressed his irritation by grinding him into the mattress, and his bare cock against Shaun's made heat splash through his entire body. Keeping still was impossible. He grabbed Desmond's arse to hold on by and set out with single-minded determination to get more.

"Shit," Desmond hissed in his ear. His body and his cock were hard and hot against Shaun's. . It was entirely different from when he was pressed against Shaun in his sleep - this was for him.

That was how he learned that Desmond wasn't always passive and accepting.

He bucked against Shaun, hungry and ferocious, his cock slick and velvety against his. His hands were firm on his shoulders to give him the leverage to thrust his whole body in a way that made sparks burst in Shaun's vision. He gave him a rough, urgent kiss and caught their cocks together in his hand. Shaun felt Desmond's teeth bite into his shoulder and a whimper vibrate against his skin as Desmond's body went rigid and wet heat splashed over him. It might have been the surge of pride and self-satisfaction alone that made Shaun do the same. For one ecstatic moment, his body flared white-hot and beat his brain into submission.

Shaun felt the warmth of Desmond's breath on his neck, touching in counterpoint to his pulse. There was a silence to share the rare moment of being fully human and less alone.

"Get off me, fatarse," said Shaun.

"Yeah," Desmond agreed dreamily and nuzzled beneath his chin with a slight scrape of stubble. "That was incredible."

"Not what I said."

Desmond looked up at him, eyes warm. His lips, marked with the light line of his scar, curved with an unreasonable and undeniable trust. "It's what you meant."

As he drifted off, Shaun thought that he could learn to live with Desmond being right.

Re: Fill: Des/Shaun, sharing a bed

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Op here: Agh, sorry! I was trying to find out how many words were allowed per post. I didn't realize it would actually let the whole thing thing. Forgive the wall of text to scroll through :(

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Federico & Ezio Drinking Games

(Anonymous) 2012-03-25 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I would love to see a fic in which young Federico and his gang of friends gets Ezio falling-down-piss-yourself-puke-on-someones-shoes drunk. And he's young enough not to know the signs that he's had too much, so it's Federico's shoes that get decorated ;-)

And Giovanni finds out and tries hard to be the strict disciplinarian but Ezio is too pathetic for words, and so he ends up just being amused and exasperated. Especially if Ezio tries manfully to take the blame off Federico's shoulders.

TL;DR, Federico (or his friends) spike Ezio's drink until he pukes; Giovanni is amused rather than furious; basically Federico and Ezio and Giovanni family fluffytimes.

Fill: Tipsy, Part the First

(Anonymous) 2012-03-30 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Title: Just a Little Bit Tipsy (Part 1/?)

Disclaimer: Ubi's toys, no profit, etc,etc, blahdy blah...

A/N: Set two and a bit years pre-ACii, so Ezio is *just* 15 here, and Federico 18. And, clearly, in Ezio's teenaged eyes, a god. And Anon is fond of italics today.
Also: Anon didn't realise how much the other Auditores wanted to say hello. So no drinking just yet.


Ezio all but threw his last courier-parcel into the arms of the bank official he had spent nearly an hour tracking down, turned on his heel and ran back home before the man could ask him to deliver something else to some other bank official that could easily wait until morning to be delivered.

It wasn't that he resented working as his Father's courier, not in the least. The money he earned went a long way to make up for any long days he had, but it was today of all days that the bank officials dragged their heels and added more parcels and letters and farther destinations to Ezio's already-busy list, and today was the day Federico had agreed to let Ezio tag along with his friends.

If Ezio was home in good time, that was; otherwise Federico would not wait, and the invitation was one-time-only. Ezio could not wait, he had longed to go out drinking and brawling and whoring and climbing with Federico and his friends for absolute aeons, and Federico had always said Ezio was too young, too slow, and that kept him from being his brother's constant shadow.

Privately, Ezio believed Federico wouldn't have minded him tagging along, and that the refusals came from their madre, but he kept that thought to himself. These things had a way of getting back to Maria Auditore even when all siblings were sworn to secrecy. Perhaps there were secret rooms connected to theirs, and their parents spied on them? Ezio huffed a laugh at his imagination. Madre would never go that far...

Ezio didn't even wait for his payment for the goods he had delivered, knowing it would be given to his Father on the morrow, anyway. The Sun was sinking below the horizon, and so Ezio put on an extra burst of speed as he traversed the Florentine rooftops back to the Palazzo Auditore.

"Federico! Are you here? Hey!" Ezio bellowed as he dropped into the inner courtyard.

Claudia stuck her head out of her window and blew a large raspberry at him.

"I love you, too, sorellina," he called as he jogged towards the dining room.


Maria came over to greet Ezio, from where she had been tidying away the chess board. Clearly Federico or Giovanni had been trying to teach Petruccio, earlier. Ezio quashed a stab of jealousy. He was the one who loved chess.

"Come to me, Ezio. How was your day? Tell me everything."

Ezio hugged his mother distractedly, eyes peeking into every corner of the room, still seeking his big brother. "Yes, Madre, my day was very good, very busy. Is Federico here?"

Maria sighed, knowing her second son's desire to be seen by his brother as a peer, even in spite of the three years between them. "Sorry, Ezio, caro, you just missed him."

Ezio's face fell, and he slumped in dejection. "No! He promised I could go! He gave his word! It's not fair. Just because Father's associates kept me busy running everywhere in Firenze bar the - that's it!" Ezio's charming face was wreathed in smiles again. "He'll be at the Santa Maria della Croce! I can get there just as quickly if I go by the rooftops. Bye, Madre, love you!"

And in a flash, Ezio was gone, out and up onto the roofs again.

"Be careful!" Maria shouted.

"I will, Madre!" Ezio's reply was almost eaten by the breeze.

"Ezio..." Maria sighed softly, starting when she felt hands circle her waist from behind.

"The house is almost empty," Giovanni purred softly into her ear, and drawing her back to lean on his chest, "perhaps we ought to take advantage. It will take your mind off our unrepentant second son..."

"Only if you promise to give Claudia a proper bedtime story tonight. None of these Assassins of Masyaf tales, please," Maria ordered, somewhat breathlessly.

"Agreed," Giovanni mumbled into a kiss.


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Cry of Fear (SPOILER!)

(Anonymous) 2012-03-27 10:54 am (UTC)(link)
I really loved this Game! But every time I saw Simon, I always thought of Desmond because of the white Hoodie.

My prompt is a spoiler for Cry of Fear so if you don't know it yet, don't read!

Desmond was depressive and had anxieties in his youth.
His doctor told him to write a book about his feelings, which helped him get over his problems.
But when Lucy, Shaun and Rebecca find the book years later, they get sucked into the nightmares that Desmond once lived through.

Psychic Kink Please

(Anonymous) 2012-03-27 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Apple Shenanigans make one of our lovely Assassins psychic. He walks around town and hears people's thoughts but mistakes them for cat-calls and/or too-loud, too-inappropriate conversations. Crack ensues.

He reaches the home/workplace of his *ahem* significant other, and is shocked by the filthy things he hears being "said" inside the closed door.

Bonus points for the filthy thoughts precipitating the most thoughtful, generous sex he's ever had, impressing his significant other, followed by the significant other realising that our Assassin can hear his thoughts and predict his needs. Up to you if he then takes advantage of this ability for a while.

Super bonus points for Assassin getting weirded out by the new ability, and requiring cuddles. Be-careful-what-you-wish-for syndrome ;-)

Request!Anon doesn't mind if Writeanons go for established!coupledom or first-timeyness brought about by psychic hijinks. Anon also doesn't mind what pairing Writeanons go for, although I do have great love for Ezio/Leonardo ;-)