Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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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.

∆ Don't flame, if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything.

∆ Have a question? Feel free to PM me.

∆ Last, but not least: HAVE FUN!

List of Kinks
(Livejorunal) Archive
#2 (Livejournal) Archive
(Delicious.com) Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
Part 1
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
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Discussion

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SOBS FOREVER

[(Anonymous)]

My request: make me cry, anons. I'm nearing the end of my first playthrough of AC2 (late to the party, shut up) and since I'm a PC gamer I can't get ACB until March. What am I going to do in that time? Mourn the loss of new Ezio antics, that's what.

So I request the biggest sobfic of all time. Death, the falling apart of a relationship, or some other form of utterly terrible thing that will have me drowning in my own tears. Preferred pairings are all the usual suspects, Ezio/Leonardo, Altair/Malik, Shaun/Desmond, though tell me if you've got other ideas, I'm ~flexible.

Re: SOBS FOREVER

[(Anonymous)]

Oh God, if there's anything that breaks my heart faster, it's watching a relationship slowly, irrevocably fall apart.

Seconding with a truckload of kleenex.

Re: SOBS FOREVER

[(Anonymous)]

I might have something that perks your fancy...

Re: SOBS FOREVER

[(Anonymous)]

OP IS INTRIGUED.

With the Rising Sun [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

AN: I don't know how sad this will turn out, but the idea has been nagging at me for ages and I needed to write it down...so, here's the first part.

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They had been meeting for almost a month now. On and off, whenever one of them found the other. And normally it was when he found him. Late at night, when the rest of the city was quiet and dead. The sky grew old with age. All across the city, nothing moved, nothing spoke, as if these few hours they shared were part of another world; another time. And, sometimes, Ezio thought they might be. It was easier to think of it as a dream then reality; his mind accepted that more. Because sometimes—[i]sometimes[/i] Ezio just needed things to not be real. It was always so much easier when he knew he could wake up and forget about it all later. Life was simply too difficult at times.

But this wasn’t a dream, he knew, even if it was impossible to comprehend. Ezio believed in a lot of impossible things these days.

Occasionally, they would fight. On friendly terms, of course, but never friendly enough to not draw blood. Most of the time, they simply sat and stared out into the city together, neither breaking the silence. Very rarely did they speak. Every once in a while, Ezio would attempt conversation. Ask the other how he got there, why he was there, and why he had not shown up sooner. The answer would always come in a nod towards the horizon and a soft “Silence. Just watch.”. Sometimes, he would try less ‘personal’ topics. Ask about weapons, talk of the weather, anything to get something from his new found company, but the same answer would always come up.

“Silence. Just watch.”

So Ezio did. Though, it was not the city stretched out before him that he would look at. He studied the other man, carefully, trying to find answers by his own observations. In short, he didn’t find much that he hadn’t already seen—not to say these were not important findings. The image he had in his head was one of an old statue, hundreds of years old in a fortress he long ago had to leave. And, of course, this image was odd, because the face was still young; the body lean; and even the robes he wore appeared the same—though they were tailored a bit to age with the time.

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad looked exactly the same as he did in the statue, hundreds of years past his supposed death.

He looked around thirty, still youthful and body built into the perfect weapon. Though, one of the most surprising and impressive features Ezio noticed were his eyes. No statue could have captured them. Intense, bright, golden orbs that held too much knowing and always felt to be looking through into his very soul. Never could he look the man in the eyes and, in that, understood why he was so feared in the past and, even now, the present.

During their meetings, normally only an hour or two long, Altair would never speak more than he had to and never turned away from the horizon. Those deadly eyes were always set towards the rising sun. Though, oddly enough, he would always depart before the first outline of orange rose above the edge of the earth. It went on like this for the month that they met, with Altair seeking out Ezio, them staying together in silence for an hour, and then Altair would disappear with the night, leaving Ezio alone with too many unanswered questions. Twice, he tried to follow as dawn approached. The first time, Ezio lost Altair as soon as he jumped from the building, leaving him wondering if he had seen a ghost. The second, he kept up for a total of seven seconds when, randomly, a wooden plank he was crossing collapsed under his weight. By then, Ezio figured out Altair did not—and would not—be followed. So he simply gave up.

When the day after the month anniversary of their first visit came around, Altair finally answered his questions.

It started as any of their other meetings, with Ezio waiting to be found and the sky growing bright with stars. Altair found him, of course, at exactly the same time as always, and brought him to the same building as usual. It was when they got there that Ezio figured out this visit was like no other, as Altair did not sit on the ledge and he held his back towards the coming sunrise. Ezio, however, did not know this would be their last.