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Oh, God, don't murder me, please, I'm sorry!

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When the sun wasn't shining bright overhead and making Desmond's migraine worse, he found that he quite liked Venice. He remembered it at carnevale, all bright colors and lights and fireworks... it had been wonderful.

But even though it was nowhere near carnevale, the spirit of Venice seemed to be just as strong. As the city wound down for the evening, its energy didn't dissipate at all. All that happened was the day crowd slowly began to be replaced by the night crowd.

Ezio gave a friendly wave to some courtesans Desmond vaguely recognized and they laughed amongst themselves, a few waving back.

"Who's your friend, Ezio?" One called. She was wearing a pale green dress and had something predatory about her grin. Not Templar predatory, but definitely enough to make Desmond hunch his shoulders under his hoodie and try not to blush. Laughing, Ezio just waved again as they walked past, ignoring the disappointed groans.

Leonardo's workshop was just around the corner and Desmond nearly walked right past it when he found himself staring in awe at a blacksmith's shop. It was a blacksmith he'd seen in the Animus before, but in Ezio's mind it was just a blacksmith's shop. It was a whole other thing for Desmond to hear the ringing sounds of metal on metal as the workers forged, smell and feel the heat radiating from the shop.

Ezio's hand snagged him by the back of his hood before he could walk into a wall, tugging him into the entrance of Leonardo's shop, "Distracted, fratello?"

"Curious," Desmond corrected, determined not to be embarrassed at being hauled around by his hoodie. He had the advantage of knowing Ezio did that to his recruits in the future, used hoods and capes as handholds and to position recruits where they were needed and to keep Ulrico, the most... lively recruit, from chasing after courtesans.

Attempting to shrug it off, he followed his ancestor, lifting his head to see Leonardo's smile as the artist greeted them happily.

Then his foot landed on the inside of the threshold and his entire world went white.

--

"I would like to go on the record as stating I think this is an awful idea, but have nothing to offer in alternative," Shaun said plainly.

"Consider it recorded," William said, lifting the Apple from its box next to the Animus. Of the three of them, despite Shaun's knowledge of history and Rebecca's knowledge of technology, William was the one with the bloodline to use the artifact, much to the others' chagrin.

Rebecca was practically vibrating in her chair, fingers twitching as they typed, "I've got it narrowed down to a few years, but nothing exact. You're going to have to find the exact 'when'. Fortunately, I can tell you that you should be looking in Venice."

"Timeline and geography might not mean much once you start with that thing, though," Shaun brought a hand up to rub at his mouth as he thought. "You might try just focusing on Desmond as strongly as you can and trying to get the Apple to lead you to him before you try to use it for anything."

William didn't respond, just clenched his fingers more tightly against the smooth surface of the Apple. Light flared, both from the Apple and the Temple. Static hovered over the nearest chasm. Rebecca had had to taze Juno again to keep her from interrupting. It looked like the 'goddess' was still having trouble materializing.

Still, lightshow aside, it was the tamest use of the Apple Shaun had ever seen. William didn't seem to be struggling with it, though there was something in his face like.... frustration?

"He's there..." William was muttering, "but he's not close enough..."

Looking over, Shaun met Rebecca's eyes and found in them the same uncertainty he was feeling. Should they ask for clarification? Would that disturb William's concentration, his search for his son? Should they just sit back and observe?

Something in the air seem to sharpen abruptly. Something unfamiliar twisted in William's face.

"There."

In an instant, the light became blinding and there was a screeching, grating, metallic sound that felt like it resonated to Shaun's bones.

And there was nothing he could do.

--

"Desmond!"

Desmond's body was enveloped in white light, held suspended a short distance from the floor. A beam of light led from him to the shaking chest under piles of half finished projects, the one that contained the Apple.

Leonardo watched for an instant, trying to decide what course of action to take, but Auditores were more the 'act first, analyze later' type and Ezio lunged forward, stretching out a hand to make contact with Desmond.

Another flash of light and Ezio was on the floor, clutching his hand.

Whatever was going to be done needed to be done soon and could not be done directly to Desmond. Rather, it was the Apple that was causing the situation, so it was the Apple that must be dealt with.

Projects were sent scattering as Leonardo hurried to unearth the Apple. He wasn't sure what he planned to do with it, but surely something must be possible.

The instant he opened the lid of the chest, the Apple shot out, streaking over his shoulder and toward Desmond before he even fully registered the movement.

A heavy 'smack' filled the room and, by the time he turned, Ezio had gotten to his feet and braced the against the floor, struggling to hold the golden sphere back with his good hand from where it was straining to reach his descendant.

It was easy to see the stress in his face, the way he was trying to force the Apple to obey him, as it had before. But it wasn't working this time.

There were very few occasions on which Leonardo acted without thinking something through, at least for an instant. That moment, though, was one of them.

Scrambling forward, he threw his hand out, his thin fingers falling into the gaps of Ezio's calloused ones as his palm landed against the heated golden metal.

Sensations immediately flooded his mind. There were two opposing forces, one distantly familiar, the other far more so. It was but a thought that allowed him to lend the strength of his mind to Ezio's.

Almost instantly, the other presence vanished.

The light flickered out of existence, the Apple cooled in their joint grasp.

Desmond finally hit the floor.

Alright. It's three AM on a fucking Tuesday. OP is still awake why, you ask?
Because I have irrational fears.
Earlier today I saw one of those "Repost or this horrid thing will fucking kill/maim/torture you" on Tumblr (Seriously guys, stop, they aren't funny and some of us are seriously affected by them.)
Even though OP reblogged the thing, every time OP tries to go to sleep (my eyelids feel like fucking lead right now.) She imagines that thing popping up from somewhere and doing something horrific. Cue me crying and flinging the lights on. I have been seriously going through this process since eleven. It's three. Every single fucking time I try to go to sleep, even after preoccupying myself! I've read around nineteen fics and masturbated twice now, worked on a few fills and even had a few dirty fantasies about my crushy, yet as soon as the lights go out, the monster comes to mind.

So here's my prompt. Young!Ezio is deathly afraid of something that he really shouldn't be afraid of, but I'd rather as little detail on the problem as possible. It'd kind of defeat the purpose of me trying to relax. When I say afraid, I mean like tears streaming down the face "I'd rather dismember my owl limbs" kind of scared. Cue bigbrother!Fredrico teaching Ezzy it is seriously not a bad thing, but teaching him nicely and softly and showing him he is completely safe.

Oh my god you came back you came back and you brought gifts and ajfhfsaljhjfhg!

*spasm*

*flail*

*seizure*

*dead*

Revive me when there's another.

-OP

you have no idea how loud i squealed!!!

Chapter the Tenth
In Which Nothing Goes According To Plan and the Plot Thickens

*-*

Aboard the ferry approaching the Romagna docks, Claudia gritted her teeth and turned to Leonardo with a parody of a smile pasted to her lips.

"Leonardo, I believe we are about to dock. Please stop asking about Ezio! You know I would tell you if I thought she would not mind, but it is her news to break or withhold as she sees fit. Per favore, get your luggage ready for the ride to Monteriggioni," she said, trying to keep her voice neutral. Ezio could learn a thing or three about persistence from this one, she thought irritably.

"Of course, signorina Claudia. Before I do so, may I offer you both my most humble apologies and my suspicions? I do not wish to worry unnecessarily, and perhaps you could allay some of my fears," Leonardo replied with a small bow.

Claudia rolled her eyes. "We'll be in Monteriggioni by nightfall, Leonardo. Surely your fears can wait?"

"Has she contracted cholera?" Leonardo asked relentlessly.

"No, Leonardo. She is in no immediate danger. Now, I believe your bags are over there?" Claudia gestured generally away from where they stood in the ship's stern, and she turned aside, ostensibly observing with avid interest, the process of the ship pulling in to the dock tying up.

Leonardo observed Claudia's performance with his lips curled in amusement. "Va bene, Claudia, I shall cease and desist in my questioning."

"Finally," Claudia muttered tiredly.

"I should very much like to ask your sister why she has concealed her pregnancy from me," Leonardo said airily, and turned to attend to his luggage, leaving Claudia with her jaw hanging loose and eyes gaping wide, utterly shocked.

*-*

Mario was waiting on the quay for the group to disembark. He gripped Leonardo's shoulder and hugged his niece, who took the opportunity to mutter into his ear, "Leonardo knows, he knows, I don't know how but he knows!"

Mario stood back and turned his steely gaze on the artist. "So, Leonardo, Claudia tells me you have made an assumption about my nipote."

"A guess," Leonardo corrected gently. "I made a guess about Ezio's "condtion" which your neice has confirmed by virtue of her silence. "Condition" is a word which is frequently used as a euphemism for pregnancy, and Claudia and Rosa have been consistently evasive towards me; that as well as your little visit some weeks ago made me suspicious, not to mention the fact that Ezio has all but disappeared from my life lately, ever since we were intimate. I cannot help but think that all this circumstantial evidence leads to the obvious conclusion. I am not a fool, messere, and I do not appreciate being treated like one by your family." Leonardo spoke courteously but with a steely undertone and an expression in his eyes that brooked no prevarication from Ezio's family.

Mario gestured and the group left the Romagna docks, walking purposefully towards the nearest stables.

"I would rather that Ezio had been here in Romagna to tell you herself," Mario said with a sigh. "However, she has left Monteriggioni in search of some... maternal advice. We shall have to go to Firenze, and La Rosa Colta to find her."

Leonardo looked surprised but said nothing. Claudia sighed softly and said, in response to his unasked question, "Mother is still... recovering from what happened to Father, Federico and Petruccio. And the way the guards... handled her. She has not spoken since that day. I think Ezio hoped this... news might bring her back to us, but so far it has not."

Leonardo nodded solemnly. "I am troubled to hear that. Madonna Maria is quite dear to me. I had wondered why Ezio did not speak of her."

The group mounted up, leaving Leonardo's luggage with the condottieri to bring to Monteriggioni. They trotted along the path, carefully avoiding the pedestrian traffic. Close to the gates of Forlì, Leonardo caught sight of a familiar horse.

"That animal, does it not remind you of Ezio's Fuzzy?" Leonardo asked Claudia.

The girl shrugged. "It's a horse. Lots of horses that colour in Toscana, Romagna... I doubt Ezio would leave her horse here and take a carriage to Firenze."

Mario interrupted. "She left Monterrigioni. Firenze is far closer to the Villa than Forlì is, and she has friends in Firenze. That's where she will be."

Leonardo nodded. "Forgive me, Mario, Claudia, but I really must visit a patron of mine in the city walls. I made a promise to visit the next time I was in Romagna, and since we do not know where Ezio currently is, I will be of no use to you in the Villa. Perhaps I could follow you on tomorrow."

He turned his horse and had disappeared inside the city gates before Mario could argue against it. Claudia and Mario looked at each other and rolled their eyes in a matching motion.

"Artists, pah," Mario muttered. "Come, nipote, let us get as close to Firenze as we can before dark."

*-*

A/N: Apologies for taking so long with this, OP. A combination of RL problems and Muses fighting me meant that the three times I tried to write it across the weekend were utter failures. I hope this makes up for it!

Holy shit, thank God I come back to check this every couple of days! This is awesome!

A!Anon from Unexpected hugs OP
{{{HUGS}}}

And once I get done with Unexpected I'll do a little something for this :D

Oh dear. Now Leonardo probably that Ezio thinks their sleeping together was a mistake, with her seeing someone else and that is why he hasn't seen her and why no one would tell him... Question is if they will miss each other, or if Leonardo's patron is Caterina and he and Ezio meet there, and each only have their suspicions 'confirmed' by the other's silence and relatively cold greeting...

Wonderful update as always, A!A!

Call me sick, but here is what I want:

- Kadar is neck-deep in debt
- he borrowed the money from Altair (old acquaintances?)
- Malik didn't know any of this (he doesn't even know Altair)
- Altair and his family (Auditore clans mayhaps?)are hardcore mafia
- Payday due = Altair wants money back

So Kadar has no choice than to drag Malik into this and Malik is so disappointed, but also concerned for Kadar and protective, so they decide to sell something real big (like their house or car) in order to re-pay, but still don't have enough to cover the interest. They go together to the family villa of Altair's mafia clan to ask for more time, but Altair changes his mind. Now he wants Malik (for sexual favors) instead of money.

In fact, Altair doesn't ask, he demands. (like threatening to shoot Kadar on spot if Malik doesn't comply) Worst is, Malik might have found the man appealing, under more normal circumstances. He gives Altair what he wants. Even worse is, he loves it. He hates it too. Take this prompt and do whatever you please with it.

OMG you guys are still here??? *straightens shirt* *fixes hair* I am SO SORRY this took so long, I just got caught up with two books I had to finish writing and new classes and work and family and adkfha;sdfh SORRY.

Oh, I almost forgot-

*revives OP*

---

When Desmond returned to consciousness, it was with a great deal of reluctance and no small amount of mental swearing.

He felt like he'd been hit by a planet. That was covered in spikes. While on fire.

On the upside, there was something soft under his head, even though it did feel like he was on the floor. The wood scratched against his oversensitive skin when he flexed his fingers, just to make sure they still worked.

"Desmond?"

It was so strange to hear his name in that accent. The way Leonardo said it made it sound... denser, like it was just more.

He forced his eyes open and figured that the blur over his head was probably the ever-familiar artist, "What happened?" Light was all he remembered, but whatever had happened had breathed angry life back into his previously-fading headache.

"I believe the Apple reacted to your presence," Leonardo mused, moving to sit cross-legged at Desmond's side, as the ex-bartender didn't quite feel like moving yet. "Ezio is taking it somewhere safe."

The Apple. Right. He remembered the feel of it in his mind, but he hadn't been the only one there. The other presence had felt like... like his dad. There'd been an edge of desperation to it and-

Oh.

Fuck.

--

Shaun was moderately sure there had been an explosion, but he couldn't smell any smoke. Just the thick scent of ozone that made his hair stand on end and coated the back of his throat.

He was flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling of the cave before he even registered he'd opened his eyes. There was a ringing in his ears and it took him a moment to listen past it, to the utter lack of sound in the cave that usually amplified every little shift until they sounded like phantom whispers.

Rocks scratched at the exposed skin of his forearms as he dragged himself into a sitting position. The odd stiffness in his muscles was forgotten when he saw William sprawled on the ground, the Apple inches from his outstretched fingers, and beyond him, Rebecca.

The rise and fall of Rebecca's chest was easy to spot, but William was looking a little singed, so it was him that Shaun went for first, seizing his shoulder and shaking it roughly. "Wake up!"

Rebecca stirred behind him, that was good, but William took a while, long enough that Shaun forced himself to check the older man's pulse and make sure he was still breathing.

"What the hell happened?" he demanded as William looked around in a daze.

After blinking a few more times, William's eyes widened and he scrambled for the Apple before Shaun could stop him. A look of fierce concentration swept over his face, before being replaced with frustration as the Apple remained dark, "It isn't- he's not there anymore!"

"What are you talking about?" Rebecca demanded. She looked like she'd been a little scraped up when she fell, but was otherwise fine.

Growling and looking like he was about ten seconds away from chucking the Apple into the nearest chasm, William elaborated, "I could feel Desmond before, but he was distant. I almost had him, but someone else interfered. I was trying to move past them, but then someone else's mind joined the Apple and... kicked me out." The last few words were saturated with grudging respect, "I think it was Leonardo da Vinci."

Shaun felt his eyebrows skyrocket. "Well, that would make sense. In a battle of minds, I can't think of a person in history who would be able to best da Vinci."

"But what now?" William exploded, "We need Desmond back, time is running out!"

Silence fell, aside from the crackle of static that was Juno trying to project herself nearby. They all ignored her.

--

"Assolutamente no!"

Ezio looked up from where he was picking at the thick bandages that swathed his burned hand at the loud exclamation from Leonardo's house. He was returning from where he had hidden the Apple and was more than a little surprised to hear Leonardo's voice raised in anything other than excited exclamations.

"Ah, Ezio!" Leonardo cried in relief when the assassin entered, "Perhaps you can talk some sense into your discendente."

Ah yes, that was Desmond, propped up against the wall and watching Leonardo warily. Smart of him. When Leonardo was upset about something, he could rail about it indefinitely.

"You should know I'm hardly an advocate for any sort of sense, amico."

The look Leonardo gave him told him that his attempt at levity was not appreciated at the moment. "He says he wants to go back!"

Ezio froze, something in his very essence rebelling against that, "Assolutamente no."

"Yeah, that's what he said," Desmond grumbled, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. "But I have to."

"You certainly do not," Leonardo insisted. "The condition you were in-! And you wish to return?"

Desmond looked at Ezio like he was expecting some sort of help from him. When Ezio refused to give it, his descendant merely sighed, "They need my help."

"And you need to survive!"

It didn't look like that argument convinced Desmond, so Ezio stepped forward. "Fratello, your life is important."

"Everyone's life is important," Desmond countered. "There's almost no time left. No time for a backup plan, just time to finish what I started. If it's me for billions, what's it matter?"

Leonardo looked pained, "You speak as though you have already decided to die."

"I'm amazed I made it to twenty-five." Desmond said dryly. "Believe me, I'd rather stay. But that wouldn't help anything. Not really. And hey, it's not like I'm walking to my death here, not for sure. A few more days in the Animus-"

"The machine which torments you??"

"-a few more days and I'll know." Desmond ran his hand along the outline of the bracer under his sleeve. "I go back and we don't know what'll happen to everyone. But if I stay, they'll definitely die."

Nothing is true.

A sound argument, but one Ezio wished to fight against all the same. The idea of sending Desmond back to that time was abhorrent and yet... was there really a choice?

Everything is permitted.

"You need not sacrifice yourself," Ezio tried, but Desmond didn't seem to be listening to either of them anymore. In fact, the young man seemed to be deliberately blocking them out, like he was trying to convince himself that he needed to go back.

"I don't think it's a sacrifice if there's a fight," he said quietly, like he didn't really care either way. That he'd accepted it long ago and was only just realizing. "And even if it is, that's fine, as long as it's for a reason."

Despite himself, Ezio looked at his flesh and blood and felt pride.

He also felt a very strong urge to strip Desmond of his weapon and find a place to lock him away until he could properly recover from the pallor that clung to his skin and the way his flesh held tight to his bones.

It was a struggle to decide which feeling to side with.

---

Writing that last scene made me strongly want fic where Ezio and Leonardo are Desmond's dads okay shutting up

Glad you're enjoying it, Nonny!

I can tell you without spoiling it too much that Leo made that patron up so he could get away from the Auditores - he can be as sneaky as La Volpe when he wants to!

But there are definitely more chapters than I originally anticipated coming this way! The angst, oh the delicious angst!

*OP screams*
Write!anon, do not blame yourself one little bit. RL is 464387447863 x more important than Kinkmeme, and I've been having them myself, too! (WHY ARE GUYS SO HARD TO CATCH THE ATTENTION OF, LIKE I SAID HI AND HE DID NOT EVEN RESPOND LIKE ARE YOU DEAF)
Whenever you can update, update! Whenever you can't, don't! I'll love you and the story all the same!
Oh goodness Leo you sneaky bastard.

SOMEONE IS TRYING TO SEND ME A FUCKING MESSAGE
THIS WILL BE THE THIRD PROMPT YOU'VE FILLED FOR ME
GOOD GOSH
UNEXPECTED, THE LEO BURRDAY ONE, AND NOW TO RELIEVE ME OF MY FEARS
(But seriously don't stop I love your writing :D)
(Captcha: If a penguin is pink, what color is it? A: LSD)

Never is being enthusiastically hugged by a Leonardo ever a bad thing.
Ever. In the history of forever.

Right, OP joined track. OP enjoys track most days, but sometimes she proceeds to run too hard and too fast and ends up with cramps and tense muscles and no boyfriend to massage it away.

Here's my request! One of the assassins, preferably pre-ACII Ezio or pre-AC Altair, is pushing themselves to a point too far past their apparent limits, but tries to act all tough and vigilant (it's what I do). Then lovely lover comes alongin the after hours and massages away at unhappy muscles, and then maybe they BJ smut, maybe they don't.

Ezio is usually the one who everyone is desperately trying to get the attention of. but imagine if Ezio was desperately trying to get someone elses (sexual?) attention.
like doing really obvious seduction tactics and flirting.
hes like completely desperate and the other person is oblivious.

i dont really care who else is in the pairing as long as a) its a male b) its not Leonardo or Yusuf
(to be honest ive fallen for the Connor/Ezio ship, so bonus points if its Connor)
also bonus if: masturbation and pining
more bonus points: Ezio gets his satisfaction finally (ie being fucked really hard)

Oh thank you so much for coming back, this is such a good story.

I want a pink penguin!

Of course, Captcha gives me a freaking black mosquito *eyeroll*

*revives* Jesus, all ready? I thought I'd have longer to recover. You're really banging these out quick, aren't you? And I love you for it, these are amazing!

-OP

Prompt: http://asscreedkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1795.html?thread=9476611#cmt9476611

Charles gets drunk and kisses Haytham. What will be his reaction? Well, it seems to usher in a relationship and his son into Charles' life. (And, some of the AC3 Templars.)

Chapter Four of Drunken Shenanigans' had been posted. :) Charles meets Connor for the first time and bonds with the exuberant little boy.

Edited 2014-04-24 19:24 (UTC)

Ezio is a complete and utter manslut. If it has two legs and a pulse, he will sleep with it.

Except that he utterly freaks out at even the slightest mention of anal play. Whether done to him or being asked to do with someone.

He will happily seduce three girls at once, but will flee screaming if anyone gets near his butt or ask him to put fingers in certain parts ("She tried to touch my bum!" the battle-hardened Assassin shrieked with an accusing finger at the baffled perpetrator, clutching at the sheet for modesty).

When he asked Leonardo how men penetrate one another, Leonardo had to spend half an hour talking Ezio out of a nervous breakdown.

And so on and so forth.

JFC this is seriously breaking my heart. Also, seconding Daddy Leo and Ezio with Desmond.

This driveby!anon shall wait patiently until the day this is updated.

OP joins you and sets up a camp fire.

Fuck it, I'm doing this. Nine pages already.

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