Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4

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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 5
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Discussion

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I'm not even done playing the game and I had an intense urge to request this. I want some young hot stud to epic swan dive into a crush/obsession/twitter-pattion with the revelations older Ezio. Make them self-conscious of the fact that Ezio is older and totally confused about WHY they like him (except not because, lets face it, he can charm the pants off of anyone). Basically I would like the character to be blind sided by it all.

It can be with a known character or one you make up. I'm not picky. My only specifics besides is make it slashy.

And I must say, I love you all dear Anons and hope the rest of your holidays are as awesome as mine have been.

[(Anonymous)]

DOING THIS LIKE A BAUWS! (also has an IMMENSE kink for rev!Ezio!)

[(Anonymous)]

YESSSSSS!!!!! OP thanks you for making her day.

[(Anonymous)]

First part is up - but filler!anon decided to post it during with a high fever, so OP has to forgive filler!anon's slight grammatical mistakes, mkay? (also, English is not filler!anons first language)

[(Anonymous)]

1/? - To Shadow a Shadow

Sert had no idea how he had gotten into this situation.
When the newcomer first entered the main lair, a whisper had gone through the halls like the wind that promised a change from frigid winter into blooming spring. Curious assassins had moved to the edges of the wooden bridge connecting the different rooms to each other, not quite sure whether they were supposed to step up and greet Yusuf or if he would like a moment alone with his companion. Sert had joined his team mates as they gathered in a small group, watching the hooded figure walk by them beside his master. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. Something was definitely off with this man.

There was a poke in his side and he cast an annoyed glance at Mahir, who gestured for him to follow the rest, who were now climbing towards the beams in the ceiling. Other teams seemed to do the same and silent, half-organized chaos ensued within the lair as the assassins tried to find the best spot for both seeing and hearing what was going on below. Sert shook his head briefly at the behavior of his colleagues, but he soon found himself following Mahir, who found them a good spot almost right above the spot where the couple had halted to speak to a group of people sitting at a table. The assassins around him whispered almost inaudibly at the foreign accent that almost made the newcomer sound like he sang when he spoke. Sert dared leaning forward some more, his not yet completely hardened palms trying to gain some support from the beam under him, and squinted down. Those robes were well-used and threadbare in some places, but his leather equipment was well-oiled, and the handles of those knives tucked down the holder hanging over his hip were gleaming. He was broad, Sert concluded, but his stance hinted of a well-balanced muscle build that had been maintained for decades. He was getting more impressed at the figure underneath him the longer he studied him: this was a esas, a master, and he was with absolute certainty more than aware of the assassins practically hovering above him – he probably knew their exact number and had a grasp on their equipment and specialties too.He held back a shiver when the figure looked up at last; he seemed to have felt Sert’s gaze in particular.

“And this,” Yusuf spoke as he put a hand on the man’s shoulder, “is the rest of our creed. My brothers and sisters, this is Ezio Auditore.”
“Buongiourno” the stranger greeted them in his odd singing way. Yusuf continued talking as he bowed his head slightly, bringing a scarred hand up to pull his hood back. “As of this day, he is an honored member of our creed, and I expect outmost respect towards-“
Sert drew his breath, tuning out the words of his master at the sight of the newly revealed face. A murmur drew through the crowd, but something in Sert’s stomach clenched uncomfortably while his cheeks grew hot. His insides fluttered at Ezio’s gaze met his for a moment.
“What is this sorcery?” he thought for himself. “And why am I falling for it?”

[(Anonymous)]

*maniacal laughter* THIS is exactly what i wanted. Thank you thank you thank you!!! I would say it a few hundred more time but i may still not get all my joy across to you writer!anon.

[(Anonymous)]

Writer!anon is happy to please and already working on part 2! Don't expect anything until tomorrow, though. ^^

[(Anonymous)]

Nice! You're executing this fill very well, write-anon. I like how well-rooted this is in Sert's POV.