Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme
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Welcome to the Animus 2.5

✠ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

✠ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.

✠ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.

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Itty Bitty, Teeny Tiny(1)

[(Anonymous)]

I love synonyms. Also,I think other!Authornon lost interest, op.... But... this is my biggest kink,and I can't just ignore it, you know?? I have to go to class now, but I'll post more later tonight. Also, it's not beta-ed... sorry D:

Malik dropped through the entrance to the bureau with a soft thud. Stepping forward, he surveyed the area; nothing seemed out of—THUD. Malik stumbled forward when the novice—a new arrival—tripped into him.

“Nasir,” he sighed, sounding put upon, “I know how you idolize Altair, but sometimes it is better to look before you leap.”

The novice colored, tugging his hood down to hide his embarrassment, shifting a bag of newly acquired writing supplies uncomfortably. Malik only subjected him to a minute more of his disapproving gaze before taking pity on him, “Do not look so forlorn, you did well today.” Malik was glad the novice avoided eye contact, because his face may have given away the lie.

Normally, the Rafiq of Jerusalem accompanied a novice visiting for the first time around the city, helping them to gain their bearings, occasionally testing their ability. On this occasion, he had asked Nasir to pickpocket an elderly looking scribe (easy target, nothing too hard). Not only had the boy failed spectacularly—breaking almost every vase in the vicinity—but he had aroused the ire of the guards. Malik, who had been watching from the rooftops, had managed to snag the novice as soon as he hit rooftop level and haul him into one of the rooftop gardens that was nearby. His only hand over the boy’s mouth, and a cactus digging into the small of his back, Malik had to wonder how he had ever thought that this was a good idea as they listened to the frustrated shouts of the guards.

“Really?” The novice looked at him hopefully, “You think I did well?”

“Here, let me take that,” Malik deflected the question like he would a blade, reaching for the bag in the novice’s arms, “Go and gather your things, I will write of your… progress, to Al Mualim.”

Overeager, and wary from the rumors of the Dai’s infamous anger, the novice nearly tripped over himself in his haste to follow orders. “Do not rush,” Malik snapped, walking towards the entrance to his study, hastily he tacked on, “And try not to break any—“ CRASH.

Malik had to fight the urge not to smack his palm to his forehead. At least that incense burner had been on it’s last legs anyway…

He set the bag down on the counter, noticing immediately the large lake of black that had pooled in the middle of a piece of parchment Malik had meant to become a map of Acre. Swearing lowly, Malik righted the inkpot that had been the cause of the mess and lifted the parchment to survey the damage to the wood underneath. Luckily, the ink had not seeped into the wood; the parchment, though, was beyond saving.

Irritated, Malik slapped a fresh parchment on top of the ruined one, writing quickly to Al Mualim of his opinion of the novice. Just as he was finished setting the seal, the novice slunk into the room.

“Rafiq?” he inquired, looking cautiously excited,“Is it true that Master Altair is in Jerusalem?”

“Yes,” Malik said curtly, blowing on the wax to cool it faster.

“He is staying here, is he not? I saw his robes in one of the rooms, so—“ the novice had to close his mouth to keep the letter Malik thrust at him from going down his throat.

“Enough,” he said, a little more gruffly than he had intended, “Safety and peace go with you.”

“S-safety and peace, Rafiq,” the novice scurried out and up the side of the bureau before Malik could blink twice.

Re: Itty Bitty, Teeny Tiny(1)

[(Anonymous)]

Hee, I was hoping somebody would fill this eventually. Poor Malik can't get a break- he's always stuck cleaning up somebody else's messes. XD Can't wait to see the rest of it!

Re: Itty Bitty, Teeny Tiny(1)

[(Anonymous)]

OP who was not really paying attention has to say, Fuck ya Seaking! I'm happy that someone choose to fill this~~