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Totally second this asshole with all my burning anus of truth.

Anon here again.

Oh, Maria totally does not mind sharing.

Greetings, Anon is requests either a Francesco x Ezio or Vieri x Ezio non-con smut. Ezio was captured, tortured, bondaged and imprisoned on the catacombs or a prison itself. If you can add Federico in the mix, where he helplessly watch his baby brother defiling, Anon will be grateful. Since the Pazzi are a cruel lot, they tossed Ezio to each prison cell, until he can no longer fight nor move. Make it angsty and grittier please. Any anon out there hope would take this kink request. Tnx.

Hi, just wanted to say thanks for your support.
Just a few more loose ends to tie up before the comforting begins- which to me is actually just as hard to stomach but for different reasons- I'm working on making that as realistic as I can.

senario 1
Malik waits and waits but it's been 1 weeks since he's last heard from Altair. He thinks of all those times Altair smirks at him and tell him it's going to be an easy assignment, no sweat, and all those times he returns unscratched and as arrogant as ever. He finally loses patience and sends an informant to track Altair only to find out...

senario 2
Malik sends both Altair and his apprentice novice to do an assassination. Altair sees how much Malik is fond of that kid. He reminds Malik of Kadar.
When no news comes to Malik for a few days, he gets worried. Finally the novice crashes into the bureau bloodied, but no Altair...

Make me CRY!!! and yaoi and/or implied Malik/Altair welcome!

The GLORIOUS new trailer has sparked a few ideas for me.

Ezio + his Assassin Entourage/ Leonardo. I don't care how or why or what direction the fic is (though I do admittedly like a bit more of a darker, angsty fic.). Maybe, He becomes the Brotherhood "pet" or something. Anything really, baby.

Or some Cesare/Leonardo because history is awesome.

HNNNNNNNNNG. HOT. Seconded for both ideas omg.

Thank you for the encouraging (?) comments in the sense that I have been trying very hard to write both sections without trivializing the issue, so it is encouraging to know I am doing okay thus far. The kind (and accepting!) comments go far, trust me. <3 to you all

Rest assured that the saving and comforting starts right about now. But it probably won't be any less discomforting either... Breaking things is easy- it's the fixing part that is the hardest.

Haha, Shaun is probably all "THIS MUST BE 100% ACCURATE, USING CITATIONS OF PRIMARY SOURCES CROSS-REFERENCED AGAINST ONE ANOTHER. Luckily, I will be translating this document from ____th century _____, ensuring that I capture both the grammatical conventions, common phrases, and social implications of language in the culture of that time-Goddamn it, can't any of you write? You can't possibly make up a word by combining a latin term and a greek root- that's so wrong."

Desmond is all "Yo, wikipedia says so and so was in to erotic asphyxiation. Old people are kinky fuckers."

Shaun: "If you cost me my 4.0 and the ability to enter the Master's program at the Ivy League school of my choice I swear you will RUE the day you ever met me!"

Desmond: "What the fuck does that even mean? Do you even speak english?"

Oh god, now I really want to write this.

"Assassino!" Was one of the most common exclamations Bernardo heard when he took the job as a guard. It pays well he was told. He wasn't told why they were going through guards so quickly, but Bernardo had an inkling. He wasn't allowed to lead patrol yet, but he swore that once he did he wouldn't yell assassino to every person wearing a hood.

"You stay here, bambino," Alfonso told him snidely, wrapping an arm around the courtesan pressed against him suggestively. "Get on the roof, and don't forget your arrows this time!"

Bernardo was resigned to a yes, tenente, and he climbed the ladder as Alfonso staggered off, drunk with the courtesan, not for the first time. He rested his back against the roof garden, watching the moon over Venezia. He watched thieves on a roof in the distance hackle a guard who staggered around drunk, trying to punch them or toss them from the roof. Too many guards were drinking these days, Bernardo felt. Once honorable men now drinking on duty because of the fabled assassino.

Suddenly, alert sentries from nowhere began to emerge, all crying wolf, clamoring across the roofs against a figure that had long since fled. Alfonso's brother Dante spotted Bernardo, who was already notching an arrow in the slim chance the assassin would pass. "Bambino, no, stay here. We need at least one honorable guard alive come dawn,"

"But tenente-" But Dante was already bounding off behind his squad. Bernardo watched him leave, chasing a figure that could be the assassin. He hunched against the garden again. "Cretino assassino, it amazes me that Venezia still has a guard to spare!"

"It surprises me too, mio amico." Said a friendly voice, and Bernardo swung around, pointing his crossbow at the man who was seated alongside the garden, polishing his-

Bernardo's breath caught at the emblazoned scarlet belt. Assassino.

"But I suppose man will do anything as long as he is paid, yes?" The assassin said, friendly-like. Bernardo's hands trembled. The darkly-clad man moved his hand from his arm and flicked his wrist , causing a blade to shoot out. Bernardo jumped. "Ah, no worries, amico," the hooded head lifted and Bernardo caught a wry smile, lips marked by a thin scar. "It was catching earlier. I was trying to pickpocket a guard and it killed him. Your associates were none too pleased." The lips frowned. "Neither was I."

"A-as-" Bernardo was stuttering. He was facing Death, and he could not even warn his comrades.

"Oh, no, please," The assassino begged. "I have been running most of the evening from your friend. What is his name?" A pause, then a careless shrug. "Si figuri. Fino a domani, bambino." And he launched from the roof and was gone before Bernardo had a chance to see where he landed.

Nobody believed Bernardo about the assassin, but he kept a vigilant eye. Mostly on the wanted posters he was assigned to place. Scowling at the yellow parchment, Bernardo couldn't help but remember the quirk in the lips and the scar. A straight nose, dark hair. The figure in the poster could be anybody, because it certainly didn't resemble the cowled man. It wasn't until his second round of Venezia that Bernardo realized someone was taking down his posters, much too quickly to be a drunken joke from Alfonso. By the third time he put up posters, Bernardo gave up and hid in a small garden behind one of the nobility's home. He fell onto a bench, taking of his helmet and tossing the remaining posters aside. "Cretino Alfonso," he muttered darkly, shaking his sweaty head. "Cretino assassino."

"Is that your friend's name, Alfonso? The courtesans complain about him," And Bernardo barely withheld a squeal of surprise.

"Assassino!" He hissed, struggling for his crossbow. The assassin's head moved in a gesture that looked like eye-rolling.

"Please, no, bambino," He pleaded again. "You have chased me through Venezia all night, once more, and most of this day."

Bernardo's struggle to speak ended with a scathing comment, "Perhaps, assassino, if you did not murder our citizens! And do not call me bambino!" The assassin raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and Bernardo caught the glint of metal on his wrists. He straightened, trying not to show fear.

"Mi dispiace," said the assassino. "But, per favore, allow me to stay and rest my weary feet, amico."

Still struggling for control of the situation, Bernardo spoke sourly. "Who did you kill this time, assassino?" He spat out the last word, aiming to insult the man. It didn't work.

"Nobody, amico, you wound me with your insults," The hand with the bracer went over the assassino's black heart. "I simply pushed your friend-- Alonso-- into the river."

"Alfonso, you mean." Bernardo corrected.

"That is what I said," The assassino said sharply. Bernardo could hear alarm bells tolling faintly in the distance. The assassin stood sharply, flapping his cape behind him. "Another time, amico mio," he saluted Bernardo and then scaled the wall, disappearing over the rooftop. In his place on the bench was a large stack of wanted posters.

WANT. WANT. WANT.

"Grazie, Bernardo," Said the woman whose coins he returned from the pickpocket. "You were always such a kind boy. And to become a guard! Very ambitious,"

Bernardo flushed, but offered her a smile in return. "It has always been my dream to do something honorable, Signora Beatrice,"

Beatrice tittered and placed her coin pouch between her bosom, causing Bernardo to flush a deeper red. "That it has, bambino! I wish you luck, and do not be a stranger!" She kissed his cheek and was off down the cobbled road. Bernardo wiped his face with a gloved hand.

"Bernardo, eh?" Commented a now familiar voice. "A strong name- how were you saddled with bambino?"

The guard glanced up at the assassin sitting on a balcony above head. "I was teased a lot for being small as a child. It has turned into a pet name."

A shrewd look. "You are not so small now, Bernardo." Bernardo rolled his eyes.

"Have you killed yet today?" He said snarkily. The assassin laughed.

"It is Sunday, Bernardo, even I have morals." Bernardo snorted and the assassino laughed again. "That is not it, truly," He admitted and jumped down to walk alongside Bernardo as he patrolled. "Sometimes, one must relax, I suppose." The cowled man nodded to a group of ladies passing and did a half-bow. Bernardo rolled his eyes again. They walked in silence before the assassin spoke again.

"Carnevale is coming again soon. I suppose you will not have time to relax, eh, amico?" Bernardo glanced sidelong at his companion before responding.

"After the fiasco with Signore Barbarigo, yes," The assassin shifted. "At least, that is what we were told. It will be like every other carnevale of course."

"Of course," he agreed. "You must relax as well, Bernardo. Carnevale could give you the chance to calm yourself."

"I have citizens to protect," the guard said shortly, and he was offered a pained smile in return.

"I do as well, amico." And then he disappeared into the crowd.

Hmnnn... it's one of those fics that I hate to follow update-by-update, yet it's one of the few things I find worth reading at all despite how much it disgusts me (no offense, honestly, as this is meant to disgust). I can't stand waiting for each update because each one is absolutely horrid to the mind, and all I want is for it to end. Call me weak for having a conscience, those of you who will. This is something more easily read when knowing that it has been completed.

I'd probably hate you if you drop this now, because I would be left with this goddamn awful feeling forever. I refresh the page each day waiting for it to end, but it just keeps getting worse.

This is something I can't imagine, but I know it happens. Knowing that, it disgusts me even further that there are people reading all of this and getting off on it. Hnn.. I'm entitled to my opinion though, so bugger off if you're gonna tell me off for it. Waiting for the end, and don't take me wrong, I don't hate you, Author!anon.

It was dawn on the first day of Carnevale after Bernardo's shift when he saw the assassino again, falling from the roof into the artist's-- Leonardo's-- garden. Leonardo emerged at the sound shortly thereafter.

"Mio dio, Ezio! What has happened?" The artist exclaimed, kneeling at the side of the man slumped against a wall. Ezio, Bernardo thought, wondering why the name sounded so familiar to him. The only response Leonardo received was a pained grunt. "Stay here, Ezio, I will get something to stitch that up for you," When the artist dove back into his workshop, Bernardo approached the garden.

"Assassino-- Ezio, are you alright?" He asked, kneeling beside the man. Ezio laughed before coughing, blood staining the perfect white sleeve. He waved his hand weakly in dismissal.

"I have had worse." He said. His cowl was down now, Bernardo noticed. The assassin's hair was in disarray from his scuffle on whichever roof and his eyes were weary. Bernardo helped the assas- Ezio sit more comfortably. "Why are you here, bambino? Should you not be out saving people?"

Bernardo flushed, staring at the sword wound that marred the assassin's side, cutting through clothing and the ties of his armor. "If I am here with you, you are not causing trouble,"

"I am always causing trouble, Bernardo." He said tiredly, lifting his hand again to caress the guard's cheek. Bernardo could feel blood smearing under his eye from the assassino's thumb.

"Ezio, mi dispiace," Leonardo returned with a small kit with him, shoving Bernardo aside and causing Ezio's hand to drop. Ezio and Bernardo shared a scowl at the man who was pulling away clothing and armor from the assassin's wound. It wasn't long before he began sewing together the shallow cut. Leonardo was muttering darkly about Ezio's constant carelessness, his stupid habit of being where he shouldn't be. Bernardo had to agree with that one.

"Is this cretino," Leonardo said harshly, nodding his head at Bernardo. "the one you have been following, Ezio? Mio dio, fottuto idiota,"

Ezio offered a wide grin and he winked at Bernardo over Leonardo's shoulder. "Yes." He said simply. Bernardo examined the vines on the wall with interest; he could feel his face burning.

(The real reason why da Vinci never completed anything is because he had a certain wounded assassin dropping in on him at all hours. I like the idea that Leo would be a potty mouth while dealing with a tactless Ezio. Last part I'm posting for today, it should be completed by tomorrow evening.)

Auugh this story is fucking adorable, I just love it to pieces. <3 <3 <3

Looking forward to more, anon! <3

I LOVE YOU

Little Bernardo is one of the most adorable henchmen I've ever read. And Ezio is such a charming little stinker. I am so excited for the next part, and thank you so much!

...'burning anus of truth'..?

How do you knot know about the burning anus of truth?

Do it!!!!

Shaun was so focused on repeatedly attempting entry to the server, he nearly jumped out of his seat when his communicator started going off. “Desmond, where the hell have you been? You gave me a fucking heart attack!” he hissed.

His breath of relief caught in his throat as the voice on the other end replied, “Hello my dear, miss me yet?”

Shaun forced himself to breathe deeply, to calm the faint trembling of his fingertips. “What do you want?”

“Well, now you know I’ve got two things of yours, and you’ve got something of mine. So naturally, it would make sense for me to propose a trade…”

Shaun swallowed, throat dry. His nails dug into sweaty palms in an attempt to remain civil. “What exactly are we trading here?”

“Simple. Your buddies made it out with a couple important pieces of equipment about four months ago. I want them back. You bring them over, I’ll release your accomplices.” Shaun eyed the filing cabinet at the corner of his desk, where he’d stashed the parts that had been taken. Not being able to figure out their purpose, he’d thrown the metal devices in a corner, labelling them as useless. Now that he knew their worth (two lives- possibly three, and how sad it was to measure price in lives lost) he regretted not taking a closer look at them sooner.

“Hello? I hope you’re still there. Let me assure you entirely, this is not a matter in which you should be contemplating the right thing to do…” The voice faded out, allowing Shaun to hear the faint sobbing noises in the background- the crushing feeling in his chest mirroring the balling of his fists as his nails broke skin. He tried to take comfort in knowing that whoever it was, they were still alive; but the hatred still boiled up inside him.

“You fucking bitch-“

“Now now, you really shouldn’t be talking to me that way.”

“…I…I’ll bring the parts. But if you hurt them in any way…”

“What’s wrong, don’t you trust me?... Oh right, it doesn’t seem like you have a choice.” The line went dead, Shaun swallowing down the urge to hurl something else across the room. Fuck. He was going in to this blind without a plan- and look how well that had served Desmond. But the Templar bitch had a point- there was no choice. He had made that mistake too many times before: when it came down to the lives of his brethren or the success of the mission, lives always came first- fuck what anybody else said. He wasn’t going to sit behind the safety of his computer monitors any more, he wasn’t going to let any of them down.

…

Jane smiled, disconnecting the call at what she felt was the best moment- for dramatic effect. The excitement of the near-meeting sent her heart a flutter. So many toys to play with tonight, how fortuitous.

“You’re really going to do the trade, no foul play?”

“Of course. Warren needs the new Animus prototype in working condition, and with a potential Subject 18 spotted, keeping this one around just isn’t worth it. Contrary to popular belief, I do know when work trumps play, and this so happens to be one of those situations.” She made her way back to the crowd of frenzied men, not bothering to mention that sometimes, she liked to mix both together. Playing fair was tough to do, but it would be worth it in the long run. After all, Jane knew that there is more than one way to destroy lives. She had learned that you can break someone just as easily without even touching them, without committing bodily harm. And sometimes, the inherent challenge was what made it that much more rewarding. Rape is about power- about stripping away the very core of a person- which was why it was her weapon of choice. She might have appeared to be letting her plaything go, but she relished in the thought that on the inside, he’d always remain in her grasp.

She walked over to the toy, committing all his wounds to memory, to take pleasure in later. Poor baby had passed out again, lying in a pool of his own fluids. Well that just wouldn’t do. She sent her men to rouse him with buckets of ice cold water, taking delight in the way his body jolted in shock at the freezing splash. She threw a towel at him, and then his untorn jacket and jeans after the cuffs on his wrists were unlocked, cuts still bleeding sluggishly. “Looks like play time’s over.”

There were so many ways to break someone- Jane only needed to choose how. She carefully watched her victim’s face as she made her way over to the body of his fallen comrade before shooting it in the face.

…

Shaun paced nervously outside the gates of the warehouse area, thumbing nervously at the gun hidden in his jacket. He cursed himself angrily for not having come up with a better plan. Here he was, practically unarmed and revealing his identity with no real guarantee that the others would keep up their end of the bargain. But he couldn’t ignore the cries he’d heard- not when he’d been the one that put them all in danger’s way.

His pacing was interrupted by the sound of heels clicking in to the concrete. He looked up, coming face to face with his friend’s murderer. Her clothes were still splattered with Brett’s blood, perhaps with blood from the others also. She smiled warmly at him, crimson lips stretching over brightened teeth - her true character only revealed by the wicked glint in her cold eyes. “Welcome, I suppose I should introduce myself to you now that we’ve had the pleasure of meeting in person. The name’s Jane. Jane Birkam.” She reached out a hand but Shaun only backed up, teeth grinding to remind him to keep an air of calm and collectedness.

“Where are they?” he asked, getting straight to the point. His heart was pounding madly against his ribs, and he crossed his arms, hoping she wouldn’t notice the nervous quivering of his hands. Keep alert at all times- don’t let her lure you in to a false sense of security- watch her hands and the others- be ready to shoot…

“Well I suppose we could do away with the frivolities, I never cared for them anyways. Bring him out.”

As the other men approached, Shaun found himself stepping back in horror. He didn’t know what he was mentally preparing himself for, but it wasn’t anything like this. Desmond was dragged out, one templar pulling each arm, entire body limp other than the raspy breathes shaking his body around. He was bruised all over and bleeding from wounds on his head and wrists, eyes nearly swollen shut. He was fully dressed but soaking wet, shivering and whimpering- What did they do to him? Did they fucking waterboard him? It took every bit of Shaun’s self control not to punch that bitch’s teeth straight through her lip right then and there- but there was nothing he could do. As long as Desmond was still in their captivity, and they were still in Abstergo territory, Shaun would have to keep his composure for fear of botching up the rescue.

His accent came out more clipped than usual as he enunciated every syllable, fighting to maintain an indifferent tone. She was staging this situation to get a rise out of him- he wasn’t about to comply any more than necessary. “That’s one of ours. Where is the other?”

“Why don’t you ask Mr. Miles here?” Shaun’s heart plummeted as he turned to Desmond, who stared at his knees, droplets of water staining the ground below.

…

As the British man visibly struggled to keep his emotions at bay, the anguish in his face apparent, Jane couldn’t help but smile. If only he knew… “I said I had two of them captive- I never insinuated that they were alive. I’d provide you the other, but his head is currently blown to bits back there- not something that I can clean up easily.” She noticed the clenching of fists, almost hoping he’d hit her so she’d have an excuse to retaliate. “Now you’ve seen my half of the bargain, where is yours?”

Maybe the assassination failed, and Altair gets captured? There could be chains and stuff ;-)
I don't know, someone please write this!

FFFFFFFFF I love me some death fics
Summer's coming up-
I have no excuse.
I'm writing this.

Possibly during or after finals.
BEST DISTRACTION EVER.

The Animus parts in question were revealed in a canvas bag. “…I’ve brought all I have.”

“Very well, it’s been a pleasure doing business with you.” She gestured at Max to throw the captive forward as she caught the bag of parts. She eyed the tell-tale flinch of his body as he was caught in surprised arms, confident of the lasting effects of her actions. “This is the part- where you drive away.” She looked at them serenely through heavily made-up lashes. She almost chuckled as the British man half dragged his comrade to the car before getting in himself, staring at her apprehensively the entire time. Sometimes, it was just as fun to do absolutely nothing and watch them squirm.

As the car sped off, she tossed the canvas bag carelessly in her hands. For all the fun she had given up, this had better been worth some sort of promotion. She gestured towards her assistant. “Call Warren. Tell him I’d like to invite him for breakfast.”

…

Shaun had sped away, dry lips a thin line over his teeth as his hands shook with the force he was using to grip the steering wheel. He’d rounded corners nearly on two tires, breaking every speed limit possible before he deemed that they were far enough away, braking heavily as he stopped the car. He smacked his forehead against the cool leather of the steering wheel letting out wheezing breaths that he didn’t realize he had been holding. They had made it- they were alive- he didn’t even know how…

He stared upwards, watching as the morning sun bled colour in to the horizon. They’d both made it out alive… His insides twisted as he remembered that tonight, he had lost two very close friends because of his own mistakes. But he also knew to be thankful that he and Desmond had at least escaped- shouldn’t he be?

He turned to Desmond, who had remained eerily silent throughout the whole ordeal, staring catatonically out the window the entire drive. “Desmond…I…”

“I-I-I’m sorry Shaun, I’m sso so sorry… I can’t…I…I didn’t…” Desmond abruptly burst out in a flurry of tears and gasping apologies, heaving huge sobs that wracked his injured frame as he struggled to breathe. Suddenly, Shaun did not feel so lucky anymore.

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