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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Welcome to the Brotherhood
∆ 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.
∆ The fill/request doesn't necessarily need to be smut.
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∆ Last, but not least: HAVE FUN!
List of Kinks
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#2 (Livejournal) Archive
(Delicious.com) Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
Part 1
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Part 4
Part 5
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Discussion
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(Anonymous) 2011-01-04 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2011-01-04 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2011-01-04 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2011-01-04 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)...but don't they say something like, "I only love you!" or something?
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(Anonymous) 2011-01-05 12:29 am (UTC)(link)My Brain, meet The Gutter. The Gutter, My Brain.
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(Anonymous) 2011-01-05 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2011-01-09 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)Rampant sex ensues.
Anon, my mind is also in the gutter.
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(Anonymous) 2011-01-07 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)Fill: Justice (the kind lacking in poetry but full of maimed minstrels)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)Like me.Minstrels in generally were a pain in the backside. The minstrels in San Gimignano, however, travelled in packs.
Ezio tried every way he could to get around them without drawing the attention of the guards. He tried gently pushing them out of the way, he tried blending in with crowds, he tried flat out running as soon as he saw them.
But.
It had been a long, tiring, frustrating day. His target was nowhere to be found. A guard had decided to follow him for the length of an entire street, shoving him in the back every few steps and laughing. And he was in San Gimignano under strict instructions from Mario to be discreet, for once in your life – which meant no killing guards where he could be seen.
Worst of all, the tailor had botched the dye job on his robes, and now he sported a large splodge of pink down his left side. Ezio did not enjoy having courtesa giggle at him from behind their hands, or having the citizens of San Gimignano throw him strange looks as he passed. He was supposed to be stealthy, dammit.
All he wanted was to go back to Monteriggioni, take a hot bath, and maybe beat up a few of Uncle Mario’s mercenaries. He was glad to be past most of those godforsaken minstrels on his way to the gates, for Ezio swore, if anyone else had got in his way, they would need to be beloved of the angels to survive.
He’d forgotten about the minstrel pack at the gates of San Gimignano.
Sooooomewhere on a roooooftop
There’s a hero in a hooood—
THUD.
The minstrel’s nose broke with a satisfying crack under his fist. Civilians screamed, the guards charged, and all chance of being discreet or finding his target had been thoroughly ruined.
And yet, Ezio reflected dreamily, drawing his sword and unaware of the viciously insane grin on his face, sometimes you just had to act for the greater good.
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-01-12 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)You are a genius.
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2011-01-13 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Justice (the kind lacking in poetry but full of maimed minstrels)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-13 03:40 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Justice (the kind lacking in poetry but full of maimed minstrels)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-14 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)This was awesome! Thank you for making my day! :3