Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4

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Nightmares

[(Anonymous)]

The reason Shaun always goes to sleep last and works himself into exhaustion is because he has serious nightmares/night terrors. Perhaps of the death of his family since he wasn't born into the order.

The others find out. Pairings are optional.

Fill: Crash 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

*-*-*

"Goodnight, everybody," Lucy murmured.

"'Night, Lucy."

"G'night."

"Don't let the bedbugs bite. Seriously, we're out of bug spray," Rebecca joked.

"Oh splendid, thank you for that lovely thought, Rebecca," Shaun grumbled.

"I love you, too, Shaun," she cackled back.

"Shut the fuck up, guys! I wanna get some actual sleep before waking up screaming," Desmond said, half serious.

"Pipe down all of you, and go. To. Sleep!" Lucy ordered.

Meekly they all muttered their last goodnights and snuggled into their sleeping bags.

It was a few hours later when they were woken by screaming. Desmond's eyes snapped open, and he was breathing hard. Rebecca turned her music player up and rolled over, and Lucy either remained asleep or did a very good job of pretending to.

"Shaun?" Desmond whisper-called.

The screaming did not abate. The historian was in the throes of a major night terror. Desmond sighed and got out of his bedroll, stumbling slightly as he got his bearings, and made it over to Shaun's side.

"Hey, hey - Shaun? It's okay," Desmond said, gently shaking Shaun's tense shoulder. "It's okay."

Shaun's eyes suddenly blinked wide open, although Desmond couldn't be sure if the man was awake or if it was a part of the night-terror cycle. He had stopped screaming, but he was breathing hard, like he'd run a marathon. Desmond knelt down beside him, and squeezed his shoulder comfortingly.

"Dad?" Shaun whispered.

"No, Shaun, it's me, Desmond. You're in the Sanctuary at the Auditore Villa in Italy. It's the middle of the night," Desmond said quietly, hoping the facts would ground his friend's mind in the present.

"Oh, Jesus, oh God," Shaun moaned, swiping a hand over his eyes. He was still breathless and slightly hoarse from his screaming.

"Shaun? You okay?" Desmond asked.

"I ... I'll be fine," Shaun murmured, sounding unsure of himself.

"Come on, up you get," Desmond said, dragging Shaun up as he stood.

"Wh-where?" Shaun asked shakily.

"You need air," Desmond decided.

They kicked the sleeping bag aside and with Desmond supporting Shaun with an arm about his shoulders they made their way shakily to the stairs out of the Snctuary.

"It's daylight hours," Shaun protested feebly.

"So we'll just sit in Zio Mario's study," Desmond said easily.

"He's not your Uncle," Shaun groused irritably.

Desmond shrugged, almost sending Shaun crashing into the wall.

"He's Ezio's family, and so am I, so I figure I can call him uncle if I want. Besides which, maybe I am Ezio for the purposes of this conversation, which makes him my uncle. Now sit," Desmond ordered, pushing Shaun down among the detritus of destroyed books littering the room.

"Yes, Mother," Shaun snarked, shuffling over so that his back was to the wall beside the door, and drawing his knees up to rest his chin on.

Desmond sank down beside him. They sat like that for a few lovely long minutes, the silence comfortable and companionable, for once. At some point Desmond absently picked up Shaun's hand and clasped it tightly.

"So I thought I was the only nutcase on the team with wake-us-all-up-screaming privileges," Desmond said casually after a while.

Shaun grunted and shrugged. "We all have demons, Desmond. Don't assume you're special just because you're the only one who can save us all."

"I'm so glad I have you in my life to stop me getting a big head from all the specialness of our situation," Desmond grinned. "Now spill."

Shaun shrugged again and turned his head away. "What do you want to know?"

"What were you dreaming about? It'll eat you up inside if you don't talk about it," Desmond said softly. "I should know, I'm the Captain of Eaten-Up-Inside."

Shaun gave an unamused huff of laughter, and returned his gaze to the slit of Monterriggioni that could be seen sideways out the door. He was silent for so long that Desmond wondered briefly if he'd gone back to sleep.

"Ever been in a car crash, Desmond?" Shaun asked softly.

Desmond shook his head, but Shaun wasn't even waiting for an answer.

"I've been in two, and lived. Bad ones. Most people don't even face one and walk away unscathed. The second one was a few years ago, and had been ... let's say ... arranged. Rebecca got me out of Abstergo's clutches by causing the truck - with me in it - to go off the road.

I walked away without a scratch, just a touch of whiplash, but the Templars all died either from broken necks or the fire that erupted when the petrol tank - sorry gas tank, I keep forgetting you're a Yank - exploded. That was the second crash I lived through," Shaun said, speaking mostly in a monotone.

"Was that your dream?" Desmond asked, sure of the answer already.

"No. I had nightmares for a month or two after that, mostly about the poor unsuspecting bastards that just worked for Abstergo - the ones that had no idea who or what they worked for. Then I realised that I had never worked for Abstergo even before I knew who or what they were about and I got past it."

"So your dream tonight..." Desmond prompted.

"Was about the first crash. I was ... what ten? Maybe? God it's bad I can't even remember what age I was, but I can remember the fire licking around the boot of the car - sorry, trunk, Yank," Shaun muttered, and Desmond knew he was trying to hide his hurt with insults.

"Can't help being American, man. But I know what the boot of a car is - intimately, if you want to tell the story from the beginning?"

Shaun squeezed Desmond's hand, gripping him like it was the only thing keeping him alive. He took a few hard, deep breaths.

"I had pestered them to take me to America for years, Desmond. Years. We worked hard, saved harder, both my Mu- mother and father working so very hard to give me this trip of a lifetime. And after getting two nights in New York, and hiring the car, we drove off to see "America" like they do - did - in movies and on the telly. Upstate New York. The first day on the road something happened - I don't even remember what. I remember us all singing about The Ladies of the Harem of the Court of King Caractacus, and - and then the car was flipping, rolling, hitting things, she was screaming, I was - I - I - can't - breathe," Shaun's words had come faster and faster, he had tensed completely, and was wheezing for air.

Desmond rubbed Shaun's back and pushed his head between his knees, encouraging him to take slow, deep breaths. Shaun's arms came about Desmond then, and he clung to him like he was a life preserver. Shaun's shoulders shook, and he buried his face in Desmond's shoulder. Desmond murmured soothing nonsense to Shaun. Finally Shaun took some quaking breaths and looked at Desmond through grief-stricken, red-rimmed eyes.

"I crawled out of that car, and I lived, Desmond, but it was in flames before either of them could wake, and neither lived to see... Anything. The paramedics pronounced them dead at the scene. I still don't know how the ambulance got there so fast. That was my nightmare, Desmond. Are you satisfied?"

"Yeah. You needed to tell *somebody* that story, Shaun, and the girls would have been way too sympathetic. Yes it was terrible, and I'm sorry, but at least it was an accident, man. I wake up screaming most nights because Giovanni was a better father to me than mine, and Federico and Petruccio were like my brothers, too, and every time I see them - like Ezio - I want to help them, to save them and I can't because Uberto Alberti was the wrong man to trust and it's a fixed point in history that can never be changed. And it sucks," said Desmond.

"It does suck. It sucks big, fat monkey balls," said Shaun defiantly.

"Where in the name of all that is unholy did you learn that?" Desmond asked, chuckling helplessly. "It sounds ridiculous in your accent!"

"I must have hear it somewhere," Shaun mumbled, trying and failing to sound innocent.

They both burst into laughter that was mostly genuine and slightly hysterical.

"Come on, the girls will be worried about us," Desmond said eventually, when he managed to control his giggling.

"No they won't, they'll think Abstergo got us and will be relieved not to have to live with messy boys," Shaun grinned, standing and offering Desmond his hand.

"Promise me something, Shaun?" Desmond asked, grin fading, "promise me you'll talk about your nightmares? I can't, not really with the Bleeding Effect and whatnot, but you? You have a chance to be normal. Don't fuck it up on me."

Shaun slung an arm around Desmond's neck, unconsciously mirroring Desmond's actions from earlier. "Desmond, love, there's something I think you need to know about me. I'll always be more normal than you!"

*-*-*

Does it feel like a trial?

[(Anonymous)]

Something based on the song 'Exile Vilify' by the National: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-Vg2YS-sFE

Anybody and anything is welcome, but anon feels that either Desmond or Subject 16 work best...

Re: Does it feel like a trial?

[(Anonymous)]

Woah what are these odd little feels.

I LOVE that song.

ProtoCreed: Jealous

[(Anonymous)]

We haven't had a Prototype/AssCreed crossover in a while.

In anticipation of the release of Prototype 2, I'd like a(n AU?) scenario of Heller and Desmond becoming good friends and Mercer getting all possessive of Des. Maybe Desmond the bartender serving James the hardened cop regular?

Alternatively:
Altair and Ezio are Desmond's brothers hazing his new boyfriend, Alex Mercer. Ezio is super-clingy ("He's my brother! You can't have him!"), Altair is openly aggressive ("Hands off, douche."), and Desmond just wants quality time with Alex.

I just want Alex going through hard times trying to win Desmond's affections. They're so cute.

Re: ProtoCreed: Jealous

[(Anonymous)]

whoa

everyone back up

because I got this

the fandom could use some more lighthearted Alex/Desmond

Poly, Meaning More than One

[(Anonymous)]

Ah, I've been pondering something like this for awhile, but all I really want to read is a Polyamorous relationship between Shaun, Desmond, Rebecca and Lucy. (SDRL any order whatever :b )

Just days of their lives when they have bits of time between work sessions - all of them being in love with one another. Cute fluff and/or smut welcome. It can be simple gestures to all out passionate encounters.

I just need this so bad. Though, I do ask, that each of the relationships between them gets developed - especially the one they all share together! Thanksssssssss~

Re: Poly, Meaning More than One

[(Anonymous)]

Okay I know this is old as shit but I have placed this on my "To-Write" list!!

Male Pregnancy/Mpreg

[(Anonymous)]

Any pairing
as long as It's either one of the main: Alt/Mal, Ezio/Leo, Shaun/Des

be it a minifill or a set of chapters, I just want some tear-jerking bonding with a baby of their own~

Re: Male Pregnancy/Mpreg

[(Anonymous)]

Can someone fill this please? Especially AltMal. Malik would be most moody preggy dude. Or Maybe Altair's the Preggy one!

Someone just please fill this!

seduce a templar's wife

[(Anonymous)]

Well I don't know about you but I always send a woman to do these missions XD

I would love to read fic based on it.

Re: seduce a templar's wife

[(Anonymous)]

...does OP want a serious, fem!slash fic, or would they mind if this anon did something else?

Because I have a cracky, Twelfth Night kind of deal in mind...

I know this forum is pretty much dead but...

[(Anonymous)]

I don't know where else to request it!

I would really love some ShaunxDesmond!
Desmond is a bed wetter, Shaun finds out one night and black mails him.
Eventual sex. Very wet piss soakes sex.

Bonus points if Shaun is overly teasing about the situation and calls Desmond a baby and jokes about daipers.

Extra bonus points if Shaun makes Desmond cry.

Re: I know this forum is pretty much dead but...

[(Anonymous)]

Oh I guess its not dead. Its hard to tell from my phone. Also sorry for typos! Also my phone's fault.

[(Anonymous)]

Ok, this is weird, but I NEED IT.

Il Lupo/Malfatto, Lupo on top, sex in the street before/during/after a murder mission. Bonus if the alive/half-dead/dead target is nearby, double bonus if Malfatto's mask is snatched by Il Lupo.

... Please?

[(Anonymous)]

I have something like that somewhere, waiting to be finished... Malfatto just killed someone and Lupo just about jumps his bones... I didn't know how far I should go so I'll have fun and come back at you when I'm done, if that's okay? (Though it was a sequel for a Malfatto/Lupo one, guess it could stand alone...)

Lets Breathe some life back into this Meme ^_^

[(Anonymous)]

I have a list of characters from #1-77 that span all the games currently out. Pick a number from the list for random solo fun or pick two or more numbers to make random pairings. There can be sexy times or not. For anyone who does this point me to your prompt and I will attempt to fill it in return. I also pledge to work through some of the prompts that are still unfilled so look for those. Let's get some life back in the community. ^_^

Re: Lets Breathe some life back into this Meme ^_^

[(Anonymous)]

Let's have 12 and 42!

(Oh crap, I have no idea if I have the time to do this, but here we goes nothing....! And for prompts, I'll have to find 'em, it's been a while since I checked on them.)

[(Anonymous)]

One #1 and #49 please.. Please? *soulful eyes*

Are there only dead people?

[(Anonymous)]

So this place is like dead so...

my prompt is:
The modern assassin meet zombie!altair, zombie!malik, zombie!ezio and/or zombie!leo

i dont care what time-line is or it can be AU but if there are slash it can be alt/mal, ezio/leo, des/shaun ;D

Z-Word (crack fill)

[(Anonymous)]

A scream came from the door of the villa. The sound was harsh enough to interfere with the ANIMUS data functions, pulling Desmond out of his simulation. When he, Shaun and Rebecca rushed to find the source of the noise, all they found was a terrified Lucy. Knowing better than to argue with her in one of these moods, they followed her orders to take all the equipment, food provisions and weapons up onto the villa’s crumbling rooftop.

“All right, Lucy, what’s this all about?” Shaun asked impatiently. Silently, Lucy pointed to the town below. As they looked out, all three of them were shocked. Most of the townspeople had followed their idea, retreating to the rooftops. And the streets themselves were seething with the dead.
Not the regular kind of dead. The undead kind of dead. If Desmond didn’t know better, he’d have thought he’d stumbled into a horror movie set. Although these zombies – Desmond shuddered when he thought of the word – did not seem particularly hostile. When a little girl slipped off the safety of the rooftop, she was caught by rotting hands and set safely on the ground. The zombie responsible groaned at her, almost as though telling her to be more careful, before shambling off.

“Oh my God,” Shaun breathed beside him. “Is... is that da Vinci?”

As one, the four assassins on the roof looked to where Shaun was pointing. It was indeed Leonardo da Vinci, stumbling out of the Auditore family crypt. He was rather hard to recognise, given that he was little more than a skeleton by now, but they would recognise that red hat anywhere. He was soon followed by what appeared to be a mummified Ezio. His hair had all fallen out, and his skin was still intact, if stretched rather taught over his bones. After stumbling around, he made his way over to Leonardo’s corpse and butted his mouth up against where Leonardo’s should have been. This was repeated for a few times before Rebecca figured it out.

“They’re kissing,” she said flatly, opening a bottle of vodka and handing out shots. As the others looked down, they realised it was true. Instead of hunting for brains to feast on, zombies were finding their old lovers and kissing.

“I’m not sure we should be drinking at a time like this,” Lucy said sternly. Rebecca raised an eyebrow, already on her third shot.

“Do you really want to be sober when they start having sex?”

All of a sudden, being drunk seemed like a very attractive prospect.

dominant Malik's or Ezio's feet

[(Anonymous)]

Malik and Ezio really turn me on, so you can choose which one would you like to write about (preferably Malik). I'd love to read about one of them being dominant and having some feet actions, you know, forcing their slaves to take care of their feet, in many ways.
You don't have to write about feet only, but just include them in the fill.
Thank you so much :)

Ezio/"Cristina"

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like to see a fic between Ezio and the girl who triggers the Cristina memories in ACB. Not really interested in anything smutty since there would be a pretty big age difference between the two but just some distant angsting on Ezio's part, attempts at having a conversation, and friendship? Maybe he can save her from the guards, too/whatever author!anon wants.

Feelings for my OTP :(

Fill: Second Chances

[(Anonymous)]

I love Ezio/Cristina so when I saw this prompt I had to fill it. Hope you like it OP!

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"Why are you always just standing there? If you have something to say to me, say it."

The question takes him by surprise and rather than giving an intelligent answer he only stands there dumbly, speechless. The girl had never said anything to him before and he was certain he'd hidden himself well enough that she couldn't see him even if she were looking; apparently he had been wrong. Very wrong. More than just the fact that she noticed her though, the look on her face and the question itself really caught him off guard. They reminded him so much of Crisina. This was not a new thought when it came to this girl. The entire reason he came back here, the reason he made a point to watch her from afar and do what he can to make sure she stayed safe was the way she reminded him of Cristina. The sight of her never failed to bring out his memories of her, whether good or bad and he was certain that, if nothing else, this was a sure sign of masochism on his part.

"Well? Aren't you going to say something ?"

For a moment more he just stands there without saying anything, the situation felt so familiar that he was almost tempted to look over and see if Federico leaning against a nearby wall, a small smirk on his face as he watched his younger brother attempt to charm a beautiful girl. The weight of his armor and the feeling of the hidden blade at his wrist made him very aware of the fact that that would not happen. Federico was long dead and as much as he would like her to be, this girl was not actually Crisina - only someone who looked like her.

"Forgive me, you just remind me of someone I knew when I was much younger. Seeing you brings back many memories of her."

"You must miss her a great deal if you are willing to come here and watch me so often. Tell me, why do you not just find her again rather than following me?"

"She died a few years ago. Her death was sudden and I don't think I have come to terms with it quite yet."

She only nods, her expression changing from one of annoyance to something softer, something not quite understanding, but perhaps sympathy. It must be strange to have a complete stranger suddenly tell you that they've been following you because you remind them of a dead friend of theirs.

"I am sorry about your friend. We're you very close with her?"

"We might have gotten married if life hadn't forced us down separate paths. Her name was Cristina Vespucci; she was Florence's greatest beauty. I am lucky she ever gave me the time of day."

"I see. It is a shame you had to loose someone you thought so highly of."

"We had not seen each other in many years and yet it still felt as though we had been as close as we once were when she died."

They fell into a comfortable silence - strange considering the fact that they hardly knew each other and he had just been so open with her. I'm retrospect, he shouldn't have told her any of that. It would have been better if he had made up some other excuse, but he couldn't bring himself to lie. He did not love this girl by any means, but he still loved Cristina and lying to someone who reminded him so strongly of the woman he loved felt wrong. Thinking of that made him feel guilty for all of the things that he never told Cristina. He wished he had told her why he couldn't take her with him when he returned to Florence; he wished he had told her that he wanted to to take her, but the idea of her getting hurt because of him was too much; he wished he had told her he loved her. But the time for all of that has passed and now all he had was her memory and the necklace he had given her when he originally left Florence.

The necklace itself felt entirely too heavy around his neck. He wished, too, that he had left it with her so that it might be buried with her body, but he knew that would only cause problems. Cristina had a husband when she died and the pendant attached was clearly the Auditore crest. It would be a disgrace on her and her family if anyone were to see her wearing the crest of the shamed Auditore and not her husband's family. He could never bring that upon her. He already felt guilty enough for the way he hurt her while she was alive, especially when her feelings for him had clearly lasted beyond all of that pain and waiting her forced on her.

"You seem like you are very deep in your thoughts. Are you thinking of Cristina?"

Ezio smiles and gives a small nod.

"What's your name? I would like to speak with you again one day."

"I am sure you would seek me out even without my name."

"So you will deny me the pleasure of your name?"

"I have a husband."

Another similarity to Cristina.

"You and your husband do not need to worry, I am not looking for anything more than friendship. It would not be right of me to look for something else simply because you remind me of a past love."

"That is comforting, but I still do not feel comfortable giving the man who felt the need to follow me for months without a word my name."

"Shall I botch an attempt at being funny and charming to try and win your name? Or shall I get rid of a pest who does not know when to leave you alone for a second chance at friendship?"

"Right now the only one who fits the second description is you, Messere. I assume those are things that occurred when you first met Cristina."

"That is correct."

Another silence falls over them and again it is comfortable. Ezio looks out at the crowd of people in town and it briefly dawns on him that he has tasks to complete that do not involve speaking with this woman, but he can't be bothered to care about them right now. Speaking with her had made him feel closer to Cristina and although he does not love her like he does Cristina, he does not want to give that up sooner than he has to.

"Cristina."

Ezio's head snaps up at that. Had he been too lost in thought to hear what she had said? Was she talking about Cristina? His face must have given away his confusion because in the next second she is laughing at him.

"You asked for my name didn't you? Interestingly enough, my name is also Cristina."

"Piaciere, Cristina. I’m Ezio."

"Well, Ezio. It looks like you've got yourself a second chance at friendship."

He hoped to god he would not blow it.

Perverted Inventions

[(Anonymous)]

whether he made it for Caesare as an interrogation (or sex toy) or Leo made it to document man in the stages of pleasure, I really want to see Ezio strapped into the machine featured in this comic : http://i.imgur.com/ZnIcG.jpg
Make it funny or srs business, just please make it sexy!!

Bonus points if someone fondles Ezio while he's strapped in.

Thanks!

What a nice invention...wait...OH MY!

[(Anonymous)]

I am a first timer at this. But I want to try!

I shall go write!

Haven't Seen It

[(Anonymous)]

I've seen feeding; I've seen food fucking. I haven't seen this yet:

Either Alex or Shaun, and Desmond and chocolate syrup. Whipped cream and sliced fruits/other sundae toppings optional. But Desmond must be the one tied down and... feasted upon.

Please. I can try to do a fill in return. I'm serious. I want this so badly.

Re: Haven't Seen It

[(Anonymous)]

My first born to whoever fills this

All About Instincts

[(Anonymous)]

A while back, there was a fill about Altair actually being an eagle that was turned into a human due to the Apple and Al Mualim. I don't remember where in the meme the fic was, but it's on ff.net here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7363073/1/Pheonixs_Soul_Eagles_Body
It was really cool, and it had me wondering what his descendants would be like.

Specifically, what would Desmond be like? Would he pluck his hair when he's nervous and not even realize it? Would he try to impress people by hunting down things and trying to share them? Would he make a nest of pillows, or love heights because he was closer to the sky?
What would he do if he found out about Altair's true nature? Or what if, through Apple shenanigans, he got turned into an eagle with the mind of a human?

I don't know, I just really want to see what Desmond would be like if he was descended from Eagle!Altair, please....

Maybe with some DesShaun thrown in, with Des being super protective and possessive of his 'mate'...

Re: All About Instincts

[(Anonymous)]

SECONDING!!!! I CAN'T WRITE THIS SOMEBODY PLEASE DO THIS!

I vote that both scenarios happen, with Des finding out (and freaking out a bit so he keeps it hidden), and then gets changed to an eagle. :D

Crap...just got an image of Shaun taunting Des with those little bird toys (those balls with the bells inside), and Des grumbling that he's an eagle, not a parrot. Shoot me please.

[(Anonymous)]

So after seeing this picture:

http: //30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpps1lou371r0l9k7o1_500.jpg

I've really been craving some Ezio/Cristina afterlife fic to go along with it. I don't really care what authoranon does with it, I just really want to see this! It doesn't even have to be romance, although I would love you forever if it somehow did even though he's married to Sofia at the end of his life. I love Ezio/Sofia, but Ezio/Cristina is just one of top AssCreed pairings.

[(Anonymous)]

Malik finds a kitten that somehow managed to get into the bureau. Against his better judgement, he decides to take it in.

Adorable, fluffy shenanigans happen.

Bonus points if the kitty doesn't like Altair, which just makes Malik like it more.

it's finals week, anon needs fluff D:

[(Anonymous)]

PleasepleasePLEASE someone make this happen!

Seconded!!!

The old fashioned way....

[(Anonymous)]

Everything's over, and the Templars have won.

But not everyone is brainwashed by the Peices of Eden, and these stubborn unfortunates have to be "trained" to the Templars' will the old fashioned way. Some Templars even take on personal pets, having grown bored with the mindless slaves the majority of the world's population is now and loving the thrill of the chase/challenge from the rebellious ones.

Can be set any era, and all pairings are encouraged! Emphasis on capture and training will earn writeanon cake or first born (whichever you prefer. XD)

I'd think that modern would be easiest (if the world ending bit is ignored or it's all set afterwards), what with Abstergo's plans with that satellite. And Desmond doesn't get enough interaction with the "big baddies" of the modern era, unlike his ancestors. >:D (I mean, I've only seen a couple of fics with Des being topped by Abstergo employees. *hint-hint*)

Re: The old fashioned way....

[(Anonymous)]

This is hitting a lot of my kinks. Would you mind if it was a sort of mashup, with some of the people from earlier eras alive in the present day? A fic here a long time ago made me fall in love with noble-French-gentleman!Robert...

I'm also not much good at writing noncon, so would you mind if it fell comparatively far on to the consensual side of the scale?

[(Anonymous)]

Ezio's on some kind of mission and calls for the apprentice who's shadowing him. Said apprentice rushes over/down/out of some hiding place in full battle mode and gets confused when he sees no guards/Templars to fight.

Turns out Ezio just wanted some company, d'aww.

I just don't like the lack of interaction we get with the apprentices...smut/no smut, het/slash, OP just wants to see some more interactions between them and flustered apprentices going 'Ahbuu-whaaat? The Maestro wants to talk to me?'

[(Anonymous)]

Mine, mine, MINE!!!

That is to say, I am a terrible procrastinator (or a really good procrastinator, depending on how you look at it) ao this may take some time, and I encourage other people to fill also ;-)

[(Anonymous)]

I had a really shit day. Stupid retail. working a Bank Holiday, and people complaining to me about having to go to work tomorrow - duh! Complain to someone who *has* that problem!

ANYWAY...

I want Herald fic. I don't care if it's two Heralds debating about their script, a tailor/smith/art merchant or bookseller wanting advertising and trying to haggle them down, or if it's Ezio, Yusuf or Altair messing with a Herald (e.g. fake!bribing, giving them false messages, I don't care) I just really want some Heraldy randomness

(and Anons, if you manage to smut a Herald you can have the Internet. I'll box it up with a red ribbon and everything)

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded

The other side of the war

[(Anonymous)]

I've partly gotten over my Mass Effect 3 craze so I have returned to the AC kinkmeme! WOT! (2 months of obsession is kind of tiring, I need a break. So back to my other obsession.) All excitement on my part aside, I will prompt while browsing the prompts I missed.


The ending of one craze to become another came from an AC fanfic update. 'And When The Earth Shall Claim Your Limbs' by words without over on fanfiction.net. She has one scene early in her story where Malik is captured by Templars. It made me want something where Malik or Altair are raised to become templars. And then they meet the other who is still an assassin.

I want to see the templars as not the bad guys. They are the envisioned evil enemy but in reality they are just on the other side of a bloody war. (particularly, if you have read the fanfic, like the general or even the first templar that questions Malik. tired men who have families and do the what they think they have to) They maybe solid followers of the templar ideal or just born/raised into it. Some maybe like the targets of Altairs, good intentioned but deluded. Or some maybe actually nice people.

I would prefer romance of some sort. Friendship with hints of possibility works too.

I should also say I'm perfectly happy with them meeting and it just ending violently.

I can't imagine someone not having prompted this before so if you know of something, pointing the way would also be much appreciated.

Re: The other side of the war

[(Anonymous)]

I kinda had a prompt like this that was being filled (holy crap, back in part2 - asscreedkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/717.html?thread=3863501#cmt3863501), but it was abandoned by the author (I found them on ff.net and tumblr and asked. Was very sad over this...)

Anywhoo...I second this one! I like this idea better, tbh. (Can I vote Altair as being the one who is kidnapped? >D)

Cesare/Micheletto

[(Anonymous)]

Micheletto does a good job. Cesare rewards him with his favorite thing.

(it's Cesare's dick.)

Het Smut Please?

[(Anonymous)]

I am usually an avid slasher, but for whatever reason I am craving some Shaun/Rebecca smut. (I usually pair both of them with other people, so I don't even know why I want this)

I'd love Bro'Hood era, in Monterriggioni (sp?) trying to sneak around behind everyone's backs like Chandler and Monica in Friends, but anything Anons are willing to do would be loved and appreciated. Pretty please? I'll do a fill in return!

Re: Het Smut Please?

[(Anonymous)]

I think I will be able to work this into my list of prompts I'm trying to fill. Look for a fill in hopefully two days. ^_^

Curses!

[(Anonymous)]

In honour of Google's latest artoon Howard Carter's birthday, I want fic involving a cursed tomb. We've all gone into tombs at one time or another (over the course of the games), and I would love fic where Ezio goes into one (whether an Assassin tomb or a Lair of Romulus or just a random tomb, it's all good, underground fun) and has a run of truly terrible bad luck during and afterward, leading to all kinds of merriment for (us Anons) those around Ezio. Particularly as he's the least superstitious man I can imagine >D