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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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∆ 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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(Anonymous) 2011-03-21 06:36 am (UTC)(link)Either one of those plots, or anything else.
Bonus points if ultimate fluff is included (but i mean ultimate fluff as in so much fluff that it'll kill me D: ) and/or romantic sexy times in the end. xD
Re: Fill. Refugio [1/?] Leo/Ezio
(Anonymous) 2011-04-05 08:24 am (UTC)(link)“Ezio?” he put down his things to walk deeper into the building but found no other traces that the assassin had visited at all. Perhaps it is in need of repair? The artist picked up the bracer housing the weapon and tested the mechanism. Perhaps not. Other than some dried blood flecking the front part of the emblem he saw nothing wrong with it. His day, it seemed, could only get stranger.
He could not have gone far without his blade. Why would he leave it? An assassin couldn't be found if he didn't wish it so Leonardo didn't try to search him out. Ezio always sought him in his time of need and surely this time would be no different. In any case he had work to attend to that couldn't wait much longer to be completed.
So involved was he in his sketching that he didn't hear the door open and shut. Only the footsteps across the floor made his hand pause. He turned almost immediately, charcoal still poised to draw in his hand. Ezio's face hid from view under the white hood, Leonardo found himself focusing on the endless shadow cast by the material and wishing he could see more than the down turned lips. The way the broad shoulders sagged caught his attention after that. Something is wrong. After only a moment of hesitation the assassin held the sculptor in a tight embrace.
“Ezio. What has happened?” he didn't wait to return the hug-Ezio rarely initiated them. There had to be something of great importance that had caused a change in his behaviour. His shoulder was weighed down by the other man's head a second later, followed by the arms dropping to his sides.
He is not answering. It didn't take long for worry to take hold. Had there been bad news? Or had the brunet suffered a serious injury? He patted his friend's shoulder in the hopes it would provide some measure of comfort.
“Leonardo...”
“Please, tell me what has happened, my friend. Is your mother, Claudia, Mario all well? Do you need something?”
“Frederio. Today he would be...”
“Mi dispiace, Ezio,” he held him tighter, knowing without having to be told anymore that today was the older brother's date of birth. Maybe that had been why he felt odd the entire day-Maria had mentioned it in conversation but Leonardo often found keeping things like dates in his mind difficult. Of course Ezio would find such an occasion difficult to endure. He noticed a second that that his shirt felt wet.
“I have killed Uberto but it has done nothing,” the deep voice cracked and he felt a stab in his heart. What could he tell him? Everything wouldn't be alright-not the way Ezio would have hoped anyway.
“I will make you a drink, sit and we will talk, yes?”
Ezio pulled away to walk to a chair next to Leonardo's work area which he fell into heavily. The crying was mostly silent but when he looked over the artist could clearly see the tears falling then spattering on the other man's knees like droplets of rain. Even a few feet away is too far. Leonardo retrieved the wine quickly and held the cup out, then put it down on the floor when Ezio didn't take it, staying knelt on the floor of his studio. If he could only see the brunet's face instead of that of a weapon, an assassino then he could say the right thing to make him stop crying Leonardo was sure.
“Even if I fight, it will do nothing. My brothers are gone. My father is not coming back. My mother has not spoken since I told her.”
Re: Fill. Refugio [2/?] Leo/Ezio
(Anonymous) 2011-04-05 08:25 am (UTC)(link)“Could I stay here for the night, Leonardo?”
“Of course, take my bed. You need to sleep,” he held out his hand after removing it from the other man's face and got to his feet. Even if Leonardo often stayed up until all hours of the night working he still couldn't deny a human's need for sleep. Rest healed most wounds-even those of the heart.
“Will you stay with me?” Ezio got to his feet, his head still down. He hovered close to the artist as if afraid he too would suddenly disappear and Leonardo didn't bother telling him he wouldn't be going anywhere. Actions spoke louder than words.
“Of course. I will bring my work with me.”
He brought his sketchbook with him and they went to his room, Ezio lagging behind him as silent as a ghost. His room was modest holding only a bed and a small table with room enough for his papers or a pitcher of water but not both. A set of heavy curtains covered the window to block out the light which served their purpose when he didn't get to sleep until sunup. When they entered Ezio went to the bed without a second thought which Leonardo was thankful for-he didn't want to have to convince his friend that sitting down was okay too.
The boots were unlaced and set beside the bed along with the folded assassin robes revealing the previously hidden face. He has been thinking on this for a long time. Ezio's face was no stranger to seriousness yet this spoke to something deeper, something that aged him too many years. Someone whose face normally saw more smiles than frowns shouldn't have looked so gaunt and haunted by ghosts of the past. His eyes were rimmed with red which remained the only clue that he had been crying just a minute before.
“Lay down, Ezio. I will be here drawing,” he gave a small smile despite the hand squeezing his heart at how disturbed his friend looked. Cutting human flesh to discover how the body he worked he could stand but seeing a living person hurting he could not.
“I have not slept in 2 days.”
Leonardo put a hand on the other man's chest, “then it will be easy today. Per favore, Ezio, rest is very important for someone as active as you.”
“I cannot sleep, amico. When I close my eyes...I see them. They ask me why I did not save them. Tell me how frightened Petruccio was. That...He asked where I was before they took them to the gallows,” One of his hands fisted the sheets and he set his jaw to stop the tears from starting afresh. The human body worked in mysterious ways though and his eyes welled up again.
“You did all you could, Ezio-do not blame yourself for the sins of an evil man. I will not allow it!”
How could Ezio have known Uberto would betray them and sent the Auditore family to hang? Why did he blame himself now? The mind of man was a powerful thing...He pushed lightly on his friend's chest to urge him to lay down, sitting on the edge of the bed as he did so. Work could wait until the Auditore fell asleep.
Ezio stared at the ceiling, glassy eyes blinking perhaps to stem the flow of tears, “I am selfish, Leonardo... Please lay with me.”
Re: Fill. Refugio [3/?] Leo/Ezio
(Anonymous) 2011-04-05 08:32 am (UTC)(link)“If you believe it will help then I will indulge you this once, my friend,” Leonardo nodded, removing his own shoes and climbing onto his bed. Seeing him like this now made him want to hold him, tell him everything would be okay and kiss his sadness away. He would have to settle with tender touches in the place of kisses because he was almost certain Ezio had feelings for only women, the way he talked about them.
The bed was comfortable even if unsuited for two full grown men but they made do and he nearly started at how Ezio gravitated to him right away to hold onto his shirt, resting his head on Leonardo's chest.
“Grazie, you are a true friend, Leonardo.”
He would not be saying such a thing if he knew the effect he had on me. Ezio was handsome-much more handsome than Leonardo himself in his opinion and his charm was not unnoticed by a fellow man. To be anything more than friends would ruin what they had. He could endure this for the person who had brought him happiness with a simple smile or visit.
His hand combed through the mop of brown hair that fell free from the ribbon binding it. Such gestures were calming, he knew and he told himself he had no ulterior motives for being so easy with his affection. I could not take advantage of an emotional state...No matter how the way the other pressed against his side or leaned into his touches he wouldn't take it any further than he already had.
“I am sorry, amico, this must be...uncomfortable.”
“No, if it is to help a friend I am not so uncomfortable,” he massaged Ezio's scalp with firm circles of his thumb in the hopes it would calm him further though it only served to make the assassin's breath hitch and turn to sobs.
No words passed between them and Leonardo was grateful for that because he didn't know what he would have said. Ezio had not had time to mourn his loss considering how he and his family had been pursued for so long and how the necessity to avenge the deaths of his family members had preceded everything else. He didn't mind the wet shirt and pressure on his chest if it meant he could ease some of the pain in Ezio's heart.
“Mi dispiace,” the younger man choked out eventually as if he had to apologize for showing his sadness. It's not something that should be apologized for...he stayed quiet though so as to not bring attention to the outburst of emotion.
Re: Fill. Refugio [4/4] Leo/Ezio
(Anonymous) 2011-04-05 08:32 am (UTC)(link)“Be careful, Leonardo.”
“I do not understand. Is something happening soon?”
He couldn't make out the words but he didn't worry about them for the moment, “I will be careful though I do not know of anyone who would have business with an artist if not to ask for art.”
“Promise.”
Prometto, Ezio. I rarely leave my workshop most days. I will be safe.”
The grip on his shirt loosened like the man's mind had accepted his words as truth and they lay silently for awhile longer. He couldn't protect himself very well but he could protect Ezio's piece of mind to the best of his ability. For tonight this place was not a workshop-it was a safe haven, a sanctuary from the evils of the outside world intent on tearing the assassin apart.
“Everything will be alright, you will feel better in the morning,” Leonardo murmured, still stroking Ezio's hair, still trying to soothe him somehow but his words fell on deaf ears or at least sleeping ones. He sighed with relief-perhaps now Ezio would be able to hide from his demons at least for a little while. After placing a kiss on the top of Ezio's head he too closed his eyes. “Buonanotte, Ezio.”
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I'm not so great with writing AC fic yet but I hope I filled your prompt well, anon. God damn I hate the LJ character limit.
Re: Fill. Refugio [4/4] Leo/Ezio
(Anonymous) 2011-04-05 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)Loved the ending, thanks a bunch writeranon<333
Re: Fill. Refugio [4/4] Leo/Ezio
(Anonymous) 2011-04-06 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)You're welcome! : D