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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4

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Gatekeeper [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2012-07-27 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
A while back I saw a prompt. The OP wanted an uplifting story about Ezio and his recruits, having lost a group of apprentices on a mission :(

I can't find the prompt, but I wrote a fill. All I can say is that my fill is "inspired by" that prompt, and by all those times when I arsed things up in Roma so badly I couldn't believe anyone would be willing to join my Brotherhood. Anyways, here it is. Hope the OP comes across it eventually :D

I would warn you of possible nonsensicalness as I never really intended to finish this, and I haven't proofread it, but I just found it on my computer and in the spirit of trying to keep the meme alive, I whacked together what I had and I'm gonna post.


"It should have been easy," Ezio fumed, pacing in his study at Tiber Island.

The mission was a simple task, for a Milite of Emiliana Santi's skill. There was no risk. Meet the gatekeeper, a Brotherhood agent, at the manor house in little Qualche Luogo. Get in and plant a note incriminating the local Templar lord for fraud. Get out as quickly as possible, paying the gatekeeper if it looked as though he needed incentive to keep quiet. No fighting. No killing. If Emiliana had done as he commanded, she would be seen by no-one but the gatekeeper.

Cristiano Corsellini, Ezio's youngest novice, watched him pace with a wary expression that irritated Ezio. "What is that look for?" Ezio demanded, rounding on the youth. "And what are you doing here - have you nothing useful to do?"

Cristiano bowed. "You sent for me, Maestro," he said respectfully.

Had he? Ezio glared at him. Surely he was not yet old enough to be so forgetful. But he had been so worried about Emiliana. No word. Nothing. It had been a week since she was due back. Delays of several days were not uncommon on a mission, and usually, he would not be concerned. Things went wrong; his apprentices dealt with the situation and came home. But Emiliana had never been sent away on her own before, and now Ezio was cursing himself for doing it. He hadn't had the resources to send two people, but was the mission worth a young woman's life? He should not have sent her at all.


Ezio gave Cristiano a dangerous look.

"Mi dispiace, Maestro," Cristiano said carefully. "Piero and Giordano returned from the Antico just before you summoned me. If you wish it, I will send them to search for Emiliana."

"Who else is here?" Ezio stopped pacing and turned to him.

"Only me, Maestro." Cristiano looked at the floor in resignation.

"Merda." Piero and Giordano had been patrolling alone for days. They would need rest before they went anywhere. Both were young and strong, but exhausting them further would help no-one. Ezio realised he could not leave to find Emiliana himself, either - not with the situation in Roma so fragile. Cesare's men had reclaimed not one, but two of their fortified towers after the Brotherhood's ranks proved too thin to hold them. If he left the city, the Borgia would encroach, further weakening his position. And Ezio had no hope of recruiting more citizens until the Brotherhood proved itself worth joining.

Moments like this reminded him of how deeply the loss of Annetta and Severino, his two fully-trained Assassini, in Moscow earlier in the year had affected the Roma Brotherhood. Two young lives lost. Ezio grieved for them both, but it was almost worse seeing the despair on the faces of his apprentices. None of his men in Roma were even close to Annetta or Severino's standard, and the loss of such a wealth of experience had demoralised everyone. The younger Brothers had been forced to take on more risks, more responsibilities, in addition to their usual tasks. Of course, they had risen to his every order, fighting hard to keep their Brotherhood afloat. But there was only so much they could do, and they knew it.

"Tell Piero and Giordano to get to bed, immediately," Ezio told Cristiano. "They will leave at dawn to find Emiliana." Not nearly enough rest, but it would have to do. If only he had more men! At this point he felt ready to take on anyone who could lift a blade.

"And -"

Ezio silenced him with a look. "You will stay here, Cristiano."

"Maestro, I want to help," he said.

"You will help me by staying here in Roma. Find La Volpe. See if he can spare one of his spies to send out at dawn. Someone who can fight. And, tell him I said he must put his second-in-command in charge of the Thieves and get over here until this whole mess is dealt with!"

Cristiano swallowed. "I- Yes, Maestro. I'll tell him... something like that."

"You will tell him exactly that, and stand up straight when you do it, fratellino." Ezio clapped him on the shoulder and sent him off. Cristiano was brave enough when it came to fighting, but he was awkward - it was high time he learned that just because a man like Volpe looked daggers at a novice, didn't mean the world would end.

The night wore on, finding Ezio dozing at his desk in the wee hours. Cristiano returned, without La Volpe, but with the promise of spies to be dispatched at dawn. Together, Assassin and apprentice pored over maps and planned their search for the morning.

"Perhaps she isn't dead," Cristiano said once, softly. "She could have been captured."

"Then you had best hope she is dead," said Ezio sharply. "Death is better."

Cristiano looked so pale with shock that Ezio regretted his words, but they were true.

They both sat bolt upright at a pounding on the door.

"Ready your blade," Ezio snapped at Cristiano, but the young man had already done so.

It was hard to tell who was holding up who when Emiliana, soaked to the bone and pale beneath the bruises on her face, stumbled through the door with her arm around a young man's waist. The youth's arm was slung across her shoulder and they were both limping and bloodied. Ezio had seen that dazed expression on the faces of battle-wearied fighters, and knew it wasn't good. It seemed as though Emiliana had got herself to Tiber Island through instinct alone - she was staring about her like she didn't know where she was, and her free arm was pressed tight across her belly.

The boy with her looked just as bad. His thigh was tightly bandaged with a strip of cloth that looked as though it had been cut from Emiliana's cloak, and it was clear that he had lost blood.

Once across the threshold Emiliana stood dazedly before him, but long months of Ezio's harsh discipline kept her on her feet. Forgetting himself, Ezio pulled her into his arms in a rush of love, pride and relief. Cristiano moved to take the boy's weight, but Emiliana clung to him tightly, refusing to let him go.

"It's all right, Emiliana. You're safe," Ezio told her, pressing his cheek against her bedraggled curls as she slumped in his arms, still holding the young man at her side. It was still hard to believe she was here - not lost to a Templar blade, although it looked as though she'd been on the wrong end of one.

"Who is this, sorellina?" Ezio said gently, looking at the boy beside her.

"He's the gatekeeper," she said. "His name is Rocco." She stood up, pulling away from him. "I couldn't leave him, Maestro. But I swore that we would protect him. If you have to kill him for knowing where we are - "

"Shh, Emiliana," Ezio said. "No one wants to kill Rocco." Satisfied, Emiliana let Ezio lift the young man in his arms.

Summoned by Cristiano, the dottore Ricoveri appeared in his nightshirt, trousers and bare feet. With his sleep-tousled hair sticking up he looked almost as young as Cristiano, but he was very skilled. Ezio trusted him completely, and had relied on him many a time to put wounded men and women back together.

Ricoveri didn't care about the hows or whys of the scene before him; all he saw was two wounded people, and he took charge, glancing from Rocco to Emiliana, with her arm clutched to her belly, frowning. "Let me see," he said to Emiliana, and gently but firmly pried her arm away, ready with clean cloths and prepared for the worst. But instead of a bloody wound he found a hard object pressed close to her body - a stone tablet the size of a book, carved with symbols and inlaid with gold.

"You can let go of this now," Ricoveri told her. "Messer Ezio will keep it safe for you, si?"

"May I, Emiliana?" Ezio said gently, and she yielded to his hands as he took the tablet from her. The tablet hummed as he ran a gloved hand over its markings, and he frowned. He knew something of the dangers of strange objects.

"I don't know what it is, Maestro," Emiliana said, relaxing now that the tablet was safely delivered to Ezio's hands. "The Templars were using it to hurt Rocco. I am sorry, Maestro, but I didn't know what else to do with it - so I brought it to you."

"You did well, Emiliana. Whatever this is, it would have been disastrous for it to remain in Templar hands."

"Whatever it is, it can wait," the doctor said. "Get these two into the infirmary at once."


Once it was established that no-one was was in danger of bleeding to death, Ricoveri examined the two young adventurers. Considering that at this hour, propriety was already out of the window, Ezio stayed in the room while the dottore helped Emiliana off with her clothes and examined her.

"Looks worse than it is," Ricoveri said, brushing one of Emiliana's blood-clotted curls away from her face. "She took a beating, but most of this blood isn't hers, and bruises fade. Mostly, she is exhausted. She needs is plenty of food and rest." He looked at Ezio. "Plenty of rest, capito? She is not to leave this room without my permission, or -"

"I know, I know. You'll go straight home to your mother in Sardegna," Ezio sighed. Emiliana giggled but subsided into an amused expression at a sharp look from Ezio.

"Correct. Now, leave me alone." He went back to Rocco.

Ezio looked fondly at Emiliana, able to give her a smile now that he was assured of her survival.

"Maestro," she said, "I promised Rocco..."

"What did you promise, Emiliana?"

"That he would find shelter here. Rocco cannot go home. If his village remains in Templar hands -"

"Which it will not," Ezio said with a half-smile.

"His master's men will seek him out, Maestro. He is in danger. When I arrived at the gatehouse, he was nowhere to be found. But I heard screaming, and I followed it..." She shuddered. "Rocco withstood torture for us, Maestro."

"That much is obvious." Ricoveri was bent over Rocco's still form, his face dark with anger. "Templar dogs," he muttered.

"How is he?" Ezio asked him.

"He will live," said the doctor. "He's thin, but it most likely saved his life. I doubt Emiliana would have been able to get him home if he was any bigger. As it is, it's a wonder that she managed to take his weight for such a distance."

Ezio stroked one of Emiliana's damp curls, and smiled. She was like Claudia in one sense - when she had made up her mind to do something, there was no preventing her.

"What do you think that box is, Maestro?"

"I have no idea," he said. "But when you've rested, I'll call in your Brothers. We'll work out what to do." Ezio promised.

Ezio sank into an armchair. There would be no dawn search this morning - thank God for that. Ricoveri tended to Rocco; Emiliana fought to stay awake, but soon was sound asleep. The fire snapped softly, and Ezio drew his hood up to doze, a smile on his face. Emiliana was back, and by the look of things, they'd secured their next recluta - Rocco the gatekeeper. Anyone who would withstand torture in fighting the Templars needed to be recruited then and there. For the first time in more than a year, Ezio felt as though things were going right.
halberdier: (AC: Ezio/Leo)

Re: Gatekeeper [1/1]

[personal profile] halberdier 2012-07-27 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Not!OP here, but I remember the prompt alright. I love this fic so much!

I love growly!Ezio being all super-protective. And YAAAAAAAY Emiliana lives! Lovely fic.

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(Anonymous) 2012-07-29 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
This anon is actually new to assassin's creed. I played the first one only two weeks ago and finished revelations yesterday.(I know right? It's summer break and it was good, ok?!)

I should have realized that a game about assassins would probably involve a lot of people dying, but seriously requiescat in pace, everybody!!

the ending of AC:R was incredibly fitting and satisfying, I really felt like it was the end of an era...

Also just watched inception for the first time, and thought about inception and assassin's creed at the same time...

There's a lot of speculation about what will happen in AC3 as desmond's story ends.

What if Desmond goes back in time and becomes Adam, he steals the apple with eve and start the cycle again?

What if Desmond is dead and we are playing his descendant, playing Desmond, playing Ezio, playing Altair?

What if it was all a dream?!!

See where I'm going with this?

Anyway, to commemorate the epic feels from finishing AC:R, could this anon get AC/Inception crossover? I like sixteen/desmond, and it could take place in the AC universe after revelations, or an AU, your pick.

Hetero or femslash, vampires

(Anonymous) 2012-07-29 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
I want to apologize for a number of reasons. I only recently discovered the glory that is Assassin's Creed, and I. Love. It. Really. And my current love? Altaïr/Maria. I have a whole bunch of prompts for them that I would love to see filled. I'll try not to just spam the meme with them, though, I'll try to limit myself to one prompt per page. And then go fill a bunch of other prompts between pages.

The other thing I want to apologize for is this prompt. I'm just...I'm sorry. Somehow, I jumped onto the whole vampire/mortal bandwagon. I even liked Twilight for a while, I'm ashamed to admit, until I went back and re-read it. But, somehow, the vampire/mortal pairing is still something I like.

So, obviously, I want some sort of vampire/mortal fill. The catch? The lady has to be the bloodsucker. Unfortunately, this means no slash. Sorry. HOWEVER, hetero and femslash is fine, as well as genderbending, if you want to get around that rule.

Can include anything anon wants. May or may not contain smut, to the author's preference, and any plot or lack thereof is fine. Hell, you can even have the vampire kill the mortal at the end (as in permanently, not changing) if you want. Or have the mortal drive a stake through the vampire's heart.

Obviously, I would love some sort of Altaïr/Maria. But any other couple the author wants to do is fine, too!


Size Differences!

(Anonymous) 2012-07-30 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
So, this popped into my head after an awesome fill from a wonderful writeanon (Clear Skies (! Go read it! :D)

I'd like to see a Robert/Altair pairing, set as in-game as possible, with Robert manhandling our Assassin into submission. I mean, game!Altair is supposed to be pretty tall, and Robert just towers over him and then practically picks him up and throws him out of a room. So it shouldn't be too big a stretch to apply that in other situations, no?

Here's some possible scenarios my overactive brain came up with:

Robert has Altair captive, and has his way with him as some kind of torture (also hits my n/c kinks! ;D)

Or Robert has Altair captive and is trying to sway the man to his side by being gentle (there was an awesome fic like this, with a crippled Kadar, but there wasn't enough Robert/Altair smex for me...)

Maybe the two are actually lovers and while they are against each other in their normal lives, they keep rendezvousing in secret. (This would definitely be good if you want an angsty/tragedy style fic.)

(I miss this pairing, tbh. I've already scoured the meme for fic, and so many are unfinished/abandoned! TnT)

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(Anonymous) 2012-07-31 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I second this. I love this pairing. I would personally prefer the second option (cuz I loved that fic too) but it's not my prompt so the author!anon can ignore this.

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It's probably too early for this but

(Anonymous) 2012-07-31 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Connor/Connor, Native American side vs. British side

...sorry *runs away*

platonic fluff, ahoy!

(Anonymous) 2012-07-31 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
Ezio loves to flirt. He loves romance. He appreciates beautiful women (and handsome men). He even likes to make out a little every once in awhile. But he doesn't feel the need to go any further.

So give me an asexual Ezio. He wants romance and companionship but doesn't really want the sex that goes with it.

Bonus if he interacts with someone who doesn't get the lack of sex drive and someone who totally does. Give me platonic fluff, anons!

Re: platonic fluff, ahoy!

(Anonymous) 2012-08-01 08:38 am (UTC)(link)

PLEASE. PLEASE. Please let this happen.

I will give you my first-born.

Fill: Succour

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twisted ezio/cesare, stockholm syndrome

(Anonymous) 2012-07-31 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
im still playing brohood since i havnt had my ps3 for very long,
anyways cesares beautiful hair in the trailer just captivated me and i want some ezio/cesare(in that order) xp!

where ezio captures cesare in the end and takes out his hatred of the borgia family on the pope's precious son(i read historically he was the favourite son of the pope) -humiliation/noncon ensues- then cesare finds himself falling in love with his captor
whether ezio eventually loves him back is up to anon but its much preferred!

i want some twisted fucked up romance woop

Modern AU

(Anonymous) 2012-08-01 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
Alt/Mal modern AU.

MODERN AU I SAY, and only because there are not enough.

Bonus points can be gained with
Any form of awkwardness
Sarcasm and snarky comebacks

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(Anonymous) 2012-08-12 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
Seconded - though really... Novice-calling, sarcasm and snark are all included in the Malik-package^^

(Sometimes I really do feel sorry for Altair... sometimes...)

Federico/Vieri or Ezio/Vieri

(Anonymous) 2012-08-01 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Well... the title explains everything! Please gimme some Fed/Vi lovin' or alternatively Ezio/Vi... Everything is ok, just, please, not PWP! (nothing against it, but I love some plot in a fic!) :)

If you do this, you can have everything you want from me! XD

16/Desmond, wings

(Anonymous) 2012-08-01 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Kink meme, I am disappointed in you, this should have been prompted ages ago. Anyway.

Clay eventually decides he kinda likes the title of Desmond's guardian angel, so he codes himself some wings, maybe a halo or something too, partially to make fun of Desmond for calling him that, and also because he's kinda flattered. Desmond thinks they're the coolest thing ever. Could end in porn or fluffy wingcuddles or a flight to one of those big blocks suspended in the air or whatever, just roll with it.


(Anonymous) 2012-08-01 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Ghost time! *Scary noises*

Desmond found an old family heirloom in the Farm, and now after many years finally gets a look at it. It's a map to an old crypt under Masyaf that's said to hold the coffin of the Assassin Mentor. So Desmond is going to the old crypt in a middle of Syria with Lucy, Leonardo, Shaun, Ezio, and Rauf to take a look for it. They just don't know of the ghost protecting the place. So, onwards they go to take a look! Then BAM! Angry ghost to the face with angry Arabic flying. *Curse chase scene here* Well, until the ghost gets a good look at Desmond. Then he disappears, and the group is left in the big ass library right below the mentor's office. *Cue ghostly flashbacks* Ghost returns, group wants answers, explanation as to why he's not at rest.
Mentors bones were moved
Something was taken
So the Mentor is still walking the lower tunnels until whatever was taken is returned.

Ending is all up to the writer Anon!

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No Rebecca?

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Cold night, warm Maestro, horny novice

(Anonymous) 2012-08-02 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
While on the road for some mission, Ezio and his dudes make camp. One lucky apprentice gets to nap with Ezio while someone else is on watch. It's cold, they share body heat, and the poor novice is helplessly turned on, lying next to Ezio's warm hard body.. Whatever else happens, if anything, is up to the filler

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Brotherhood era Ezio, or Revelations Ezio? Put me down as a big "yes please" for either one.

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too soon?

(Anonymous) 2012-08-02 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
I hope this isn't too soon but I really just need some connor smut in my life
Connor masturbating, please? Bonus points if he's in a tree. Extra bonus points if he's thinking about a certain continental commander? ;) gosh,I'mhorrible.

Re: too soon?

(Anonymous) 2012-08-12 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
Omnomnomnom. Seconded like... dunno what.

And it's never too soon for Connor getting into the kinkmeme - he already had.
And you are not horrible, you are perfectly normal and all, as far as Anons go here. Fangirlism ought to be taken care of.^^

cesare/assassin prisoner, aphrodisiac lube

(Anonymous) 2012-08-02 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Malfatto has come up with an aphrodisiac lube (cream/oil/whatever) which, when applied to pussy or ass, instantly makes the person desperate to be penetrated.

Cesare being Cesare, he decides this is a great way to torture & humiliate his prisoners...

I want Cesare to smear this stuff over a captive's clit/pussy/ass. Soon the prisoner wants to be fucked harder than they have ever dreamed possible but he/she resists valiantly. Cesare keeps tormenting the assassin, teasing him/her every day with this cream until finally he/she breaks and begs for his cock.

-_- i would be very happy if it was cesare/caterina *hides*

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Karaoke night

(Anonymous) 2012-08-03 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Whislt listening to music and having a good time, I realized that I could most entirely see Malik singing I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters, (which can be listened to here; ) especially to Altair. Never mind how crackish and OOC it is, it's a very vivid picture in my mind.

Therefore, I am requesting karaoke night for the boys. Don't care about much, as long as I get Malik singing to Altair just that very song. Altair's reaction is left entirely up to the filler. Personally,Ithinkitwouldbeawesomeifhestartedsingingalong...
AltMal not entirely necessary, but greatly encouraged.

Bonus points for however many extra people you find perfectly fitting songs for.

Altaïr's Axe-Crazy Grin

(Anonymous) 2012-08-03 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Hello! First time prompter, short time lurker. :) I hope I've got it all right, so here we go.

I'd like to see something about Altaïr's crazy-ass grin when he's fighting. It can be anything you like - for instance, the first time Malik saw it when they were novices, a Templar guard/s seeing it and running away, or how Altaïr even got that grin in the first place (was he mimicking someone because he was a socially awkward little penguin as a child and what was supposed to be friendly turned manic? Or did it happen by accident? Is he even aware of it?). Alternatively, have the grin bleed over into Desmond as he fights and unnerve his fellow Assassins. Just, the more psychotic, the better.

(If you want to go for pairings and smut, go for it! I ship pretty much anything for AC1 and the modern assassins)

Okay, AC prompt cherry popped *dives into a haystack*

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(Anonymous) 2012-08-03 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
So, while browsing the internets the other day, I stumbled onto this:

And I sort of realized that I needed this in my life. Altair and a random guard, forming a weird friendship. Hanging out on rooftops, 'forgetting' they need to kill each other, talking about how annoying beggar women are, whatever. They just become friends somehow.

Doesn't have to be shippy, it could just stay friends, but I'm honestly okay with long as it doesn't end horribly. I'm a sucker for happy endings.


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The first time he squats on the wooden beam, he’s most certainly not expecting anything. He’s out of sight out of the guards, resting in the shade of the church during the hottest hours of the day. He feels much better sitting there, waiting out the hot hours and panting like a dog. He pulls down his hood and undoes the belts at his waist, letting his robes be looser as he sits there.

Great Allah, he’s sorry for every sin he’s committed.

“You’re in my spot,” he hears growled, and he looks to see a guard standing there, scowling. “This is my spot, find your own damn spot, you Godless heathen.”

Altair snorts, hardly able to, and goes back to panting. However, he does scooch over and give the guard room to sit. The man plops down as he crawls to the other side of his belts. He leans forward, panting quieter. He’s a little surprised to hear the man hanging his own belts on the wooden beams. The man is quiet, and once the sun begins to hide behind the horizon, he gets up and leaves after putting his belts back on. He doesn’t encounter the man for the rest of the day.

The next time he sees him, the man looks pale and overheated, but he’s still sitting there on the wooden beams, and Altair plops down anyway, earning a grunt from the man.

The third time, Altair hands him a water skin of cool water from the fountains in the bureau nearby. The water was gone in minutes, and Malik wasn’t happy when he found the two sitting there with Altair’s water skin in the guard’s hands. He ignores the Dai, and the next day, fills his water skin with cool water, crushing some herb from a vendor in the water to make if feel cooler. The man takes it gratefully, and it’s gone within seconds. He still looks pale and sickly from the heat. Altair doesn’t know why he’s bringing him water, but he feels a sort of… attachment to the guard now.

By the end of the week, it’s a routine—every day, same time. Altair brings the guard two or three skins of the water with the crushed-up herb, and they would sit there in silence until the heat of the day passed. This continues through the next week, and into the third before they actually speak.

“So fucking hot, this motherfucking city,” the guard growls one day, wheezing and trembling as he hold the second water skin, and Altair looks at him before he chuckles quietly.

“You think this is hot, you should have been here a year ago when the heat wave hit,” Altair manages to say with only one pant.

“Shit, there was a time period hotter?” the man wheezes, his breathing heavy and looking a little woozy. “And I’m stationed here?”

He frowns. He should want nothing more to kill this man, but there’s something about the way he’s acting that makes him worry. “Where are you from?”

“England,” he wheezes. “It’s freezing there. I need to go home. I’m not cut for this shit.”

Altair reached up and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Then why are you here?”

“I need the cash. Gotta have a job. I shoulda followed my mother’s advice and never have given up my job as a blacksmith.”

Altair flinches and lowers his hand as the man opens the third skin and takes a swig. He can still see him trembling slightly. They say nothing else until they part with quiet murmurs.

They say nothing more for the next two weeks, but Altair steals two of Malik’s water skins and collects the empty containers from him just before the bureau closes.

One day, the guard isn’t there, doesn’t come, and Altair waits, the water skins still attached to his belts. When the guard doesn’t appear for far too long, the assassin gets up and trudges through the city until he finds the guard passed out on the streets. He isn’t sure why he does it, and he’s sure he’ll come to regret it, but he picks the guard up.

And then he starts back to the bureau. He comes walking in with the passed out guard, ignoring Malik’s screaming as he sets the man down and fetches a few of the pillows and blankets. He makes him a bed and sets him down, opening one of the water skins and slowly helping the poor guy drink it. He notices that Malik is surprisingly quiet, but he pays him no mind. After a few sips of the water, he ties it shut and strips the man of the armor and weapons.

Without even having to ask, Altair finds a bowl of water and rag nearby, Malik watching him from the counter. He wipes the man down and then goes back to giving him water.

It’s nighttime before he wakes. Malik hasn’t said a word to him all day, and Altair hasn’t moved from the guard’s side. The man wakes with a quiet murmur, talking insensibly about something, and Altair is already ready with more water as the man’s eyes flicker open.

“Where am I?” he hears wheezed.

Altair sits there, staring at him, and when the guard recognizes him, he crinkles his brow.

“Your… home?”

Altair snorts but helps him up to drink. They make it through the second skin, and the man isn’t trembling anymore after that. He watches as the man stares at the ceiling after laying back.

“Where… am I?”

“The assassins’ bureau,” Altair murmurs, and he can see Malik tense up in his peripheral vision.

The guard swallows, then exhales slowly. “I gotta go back home. I can’t stay here. I’m gonna ask as soon as I can walk.”

Altair nods.

“Are you crazy?” Malik hisses. “You will not be leaving this bureau alive.”

“Malik, do not act so hasty. I do not think this man is—”

“If I let you do the thinking, the Order would be dead. Or have you forgotten what happened at Solomon’s Temple?”

“You were the assassins at Solomon’s Temple?” the guard asks, his eyes still hazy with the effects of dehydration.

Altair helps him through the third skin.

“You’re… legends among us,” the man says, although the effects of the sun are clearly taking their toll. “Incredible. Which one of you… fought?”

“That would be me,” Malik snarls.

The man struggles to look at him, and Altair looks at the guard.

“Incredibly—incredible—I just… To think that you survived… and your brother was such a demon with a blade, according to the stories…”

Altair notices Malik’s confused expression, but the guard is already asleep. He meets the man’s gaze and sees his curious expression. Nevertheless, Altair says nothing else and lies beside his companion, closing his eyes and sleeping. He has a few days left to waste before he has to return.

The next morning, he find the guard sitting at the table in the bureau, and Malik is talking to him quietly, inquiring about the Temple legends, and the guard, while clearly nervous without his weapons, is talking semi-amiably. He watches for a while before the guard looks at him. He quirks an eyebrow when he receives a smile.

“Thank you,” the man says. “Thank you for saving my life, assassin.”

Altair nods, and the guard walks free that day with the promise to see him on the wooden beams.

They meet again the next day, and the next few days after that. Altair sees him sneaking into the bureau at night, and Altair can’t help but smile when he finds the guard beside him in the mornings. He almost regrets having to leave a few days later, but the guard asks to come with him. Both he and Malik are equally surprised, and Al Mualim was hesitant when he met him. Still, in the cool confines of the castle of Masyaf, the man seemed to liven up a little bit.

Perhaps this was the start of his path to redemption, he mused as the man was tasked to helping Rauf with the novices. And the next time he was in Jerusalem, even Malik seemed a little bit less harsh toward him.

Okay, maybe you'll get something longer, and I know this didn't follow the picture exactly, but I still hope you enjoy it.

Redemption (Corrected)

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Not OP, but...

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God is Great (a)

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How about some Malik/Yusuf?

(Anonymous) 2012-08-05 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
I've recently developed a very strong love for this pairing, odd as it is, and I need fic of it in my life. It doesn't have to be shippy, although anon would be eternally grateful if it was. And as for the plot... I'll let you decide. Maybe they're chilling in the afterlife or make it some sort of AU where they actually meet. Whatever writeanon wants!

And if writeanon has a prompt they want filled, I promise I will write it for them in return for writing this.
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I like the sound of that...

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Templar Dance Party

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Cesare/Lucrezia Smut

(Anonymous) 2012-08-05 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
Ezio sees a bit more than kissing at the Castel Sant'Angelo...Don't you dare judge me.

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Yes pls!

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(Anonymous) 2012-08-05 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Modern AU

Whenever Altair gets overly stressed he cooks.
That means lots of cakes and cookies, soups and pastas, breads and other delicious things. The others don't mind too much. Free food and everything.

But they know there's a problem when there's too much that they can't eat it all. Along with when Altair just doesn't stop to sit down and relax.

Let the plotting begin.

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Oooh, what WOULD stress modern!Altaïr out? Hm, that's a tricky one, fellow Nonny. (I do the same thing, when there are ingredients in the house. But mainly cookies and cakes, rather than bread and soup.)

Possible fill

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(Anonymous) 2012-08-07 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
So, given what tomorrow is (August 8th), I've been suffering from a severe overload of Clay feels. Playing the Lost Archive...has not helped. At all.

So, I'd like something involving Subject 16. Anything involving 16, really...I'm convinced that he's not gone and that he reset when Animus Island did, so maybe something about that? Or...I don't know, I just want something happy for Clay.

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Yes please. I will never give up hope for poor Clay getting a happy ending.

Just Beginning 1/1

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Caterina/Borgia Guards GangFuck

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Caterina is always so headstrong, rebellious and well, dominant, so it be hot to see her get dominated for once. Anyone, this anon wants a fic where a bunch of horny Borgia guards take advantage of the Contessa's rather vulnerable position, and fuck the shit out of her. SUPER DUPER BONUS POINTS For some nice anal.

Ezio PTSD and H/C. ManlyPain kink

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Flashbacks, nightmares, anger, hypervigilance, the works. Ezio has PTSD from the deaths of his father & brothers, and all of this is triggered by Mario's death at the start of brotherhood. Being a manly man and a badass he of course says nothing & tries to hide it

H/C with someone just as manly... don't really care who, it could be volpe, bartolomeo, his recruits, or even machiavelli but just make it super awkward and manly.

Emphasis on the manly, I appreciate the wooby type stories too but this prompt isn't for one of those :)

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There was a vaguely similar prompt on page 24 - here's the fill:

I'm not sure about the awkwardness level though - if it's not what you are looking for, just tell me, I may try to go for something different. Possibly Bartolomeo, because honestly, THAT would be awkward.

(Yes, that was some shameless self-promotion on this anon's part... /shot)

Ezio gets a slow, gentle blowjob

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I long to read a slow, loving BJ given by another dude who savours Ezio's dick

Author anon can choose the dude but would be nice to have older!Ezio younger!BJgiver.

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SECONDED. oh yes please.