asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

Entry tags:

assassin's creed

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
Fill Only

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
Fills Only
Discussion

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Malik washes up on shore, coughing and thrashing. The air is too light and comes in too quickly to fill in his new lungs, only to rush out again when he tries to stifle his sobs. He cannot wipe his tears because his single hand is gripping on a sword—Altair’s—and how he manages to keep it, when he cannot even keep his brother, is nearly laughable if it isn’t for the pain.

His legs are bare, scraped raw and bleeding from when he drags himself over the sand, which feels unnatural and sharp against the skin. Malik knows he should stand, or at least try to, but he’s hurting all over.

“Hey, that’s my sword.”

Altair is there, suddenly, towering over him with a scowl. His movements are precise and forceful, using the heel of his boot to nudge Malik over. This isn’t the same man who has spent hours talking to the sea, though Malik can smell the spices from the pouch at Altair’s hip—and maybe he had been on his way to the pier, or was coming back from it, disappointed and angry that the sea spirit did not show up.

Malik tries to explain, but his throat closes and he gags, just like the Apple promises.

“Oh,” Altair says, sounding surprised. “Did your ship sink? Or did you fall off it?” Even his worried expression looks condescending.

Malik wants nothing more than to punch him and blame him for everything.

“You,” he cries, and swings the sword at the man’s throat, but, as always on land, his aim is off and Malik can’t keep to his feet on the uneven sand. He wobbles, and the sword buries itself into the ground.

“Are you insane?” Altair asks, unimpressed. He hasn’t moved from his spot, and that enrages Malik even further.

He’s helpless and everything just hurts so much. Malik tries to attack him again, but Altair moves with a grace that Malik has only seen underwater, flowing and smooth, and twists his arm so that the sword falls from his hand.

“I should kill you,” Altair growls, placing his palm under Malik’s chin—it is only later that Malik realizes the hidden blade at his forearm—and pushes forward. “But you are lucky my master does not allow me to kill an innocent, if you are indeed innocent, and… what are you doing?”

Malik is not yet used to his new legs, so he grips Altair’s shoulder with his arm and leans against him, propping his chin on Altair’s palm.

“I can’t stand,” he hisses, hating this weakness, however new it is to him.

Altair’s hand twitches, his fingers brushing over Malik’s cheek, before it draws away. There’s pity in his eyes. Malik stumbles, but Altair brings himself closer, cautious, and puts Malik’s arm over his shoulders to hold him up.

“Where did you come from?” he demands, kneeling to retrieve his sword.

The quick movement makes Malik dizzy, and he realizes how tired he is. He opens his mouth, but all that comes out is an incoherent gurgle until he coughs and says, “I can’t tell you.”

Altair frowns, but he starts to walk; Malik watches his feet, observing how they move. The first step they take together, Malik nearly trips and Altair has to pull him back up.

“Are you injured?” he asks, but when he checks Malik’s legs he only finds tiny cuts and bruises.

“I can’t walk,” Malik says, exasperated that he has to repeat himself, and that he can’t explain why. “But I will learn.”

Altair throws him an odd look.

“What’s your name?”

“Malik,” he says, and is surprised that he can.

“I am Altair.”

I know, Malik wants to say, but walking is difficult and Altair doesn’t seem to mind the silence.

He doesn’t ask where they are going, but he looks over his shoulder to see the ocean until it disappears from sight, and the world of humans and air and fire starts to spread out before him.

---

YAY!!! I LOVE U ANON!!! THANX FOR THE QUICK UPDATE!!! XD

This is actually one of the few times that Kadar's death isn't Altair's fault. Woooooow. Malik did it all by himself :P

I'm so looking forward to more of this 8D yes, yes and yes.

How do I not see that coming? I literally was chanting, "No no no no" when the Apple was offering Malik its bargain.

I am vibrating in my seat with anticipation, writer!anon. I cannot wait to see where this goes from here.

Anon have my ovaries. CANNOT. WAIT. FOR. UPDATES.

OH.MY.GOD!!!!! This is so GOOD! Even better than the original bitching Little Mermaid Disney created!!!
So eagerly waiting for the next update!

oh gosh! Thank you everyone for the comments and encouragement! Sorry this next bit is taking a while-- I never meant it to be very long, lol.

I'm a little busy with work and things, which is why I haven't replied to anyone, but I don't mean to be rude. I appreciate them very, very much! ;__; And I'm also sorry about the mistakes and typos littered all over the previous parts. I'll try to be more careful next time.

I love you and this fill is one of my top ten in this kink meme. <3 I really look forward to the next part and I want to have your babies.

Seconding this. This fic is one of the very few I check every day for updates :D

Re: writeanon

(Anonymous) - 2011-02-23 20:16 (UTC) - Expand

The first thing Malik learns of the human world is that Altair is impatient and proud and thoughtless. There are other things as well, but the list grows longer by the hour.

“Where did you get the sword?” Altair asks again in the morning, after Malik wakes up, still sweating and anxious from lingering nightmares.

“I found it,” he says, blinking from the sunlight that shines through open ceiling; it’s very bright. Twisting around, he takes in the rest of the room, as he had fallen asleep for moment his head hit pallet the night before. He is unable to comprehend most of the things he sees, so he settles for the most familiar sight—which is unfortunately Altair.

“Where?”

“The sea,” Malik snaps, tired of the questions when he has so many of his own. “It fell from a ship where I—ngh!”

He coughs, massaging his throat, and is offended when Altair leaves the room, but the man returns a moment later with a cup of water, thrusting it into Malik’s hand.

Malik stares, not understanding.

“Well? Drink,” Altair orders.

“It’s water,” he replies, baffled, but his mouth feels dry, so maybe it makes sense.

“Would you prefer wine, then? Or fresh fruit juice?” Altair drawls, and roughly nudges the cup to Malik’s lips and the liquid sloshes into his open mouth.

The water is not like the sea; it’s warm and clayish, but devoid of salt and Malik drinks it, greedily, and learns of what thirst means to a human for the first time.

“More,” he gasps, holding the cup out, thumb running over the patterned edges, carved into white bone. He swallows his pride and says, “Please.”

But Altair is already turning around to exit the room. “I am not your nursemaid; go get it yourself. The fountain is in the chamber.”

Malik stills at the tone of his voice. He doesn’t know this human, this stranger who speaks with so little regard or grace. Even the man’s footsteps sound different, gone utterly silent as if ghosting over the ground, while Malik only recognizes them by the gentle creaks on weather-worn wood.

But he refuses to be ignored, not after all he has sacrificed to be here. Without thinking, he hurls the cup at Altair’s head. It is childish and petty, but he can’t help but be glad when Altair whirls around to face him, catching the cup with the speed that can only be made in a world of air.

The man takes three steps to cross the room, a breath to grab Malik’s wrist, and a blink to bend it back so that Malik can feel his bones strain in protest.

“I will not hesitate to rid you of your remaining arm,” Altair murmurs, soft and dangerous.

“And why wouldn’t you, when I had—“ Malik stops as his breath hitches with no reason other than by sorcery, and bitterly bites back his retort. “…The cup. It’s just a cup.”

“You threw it at my head. And that cup was a gift.”

“From who?” Malik challenges, heart thudding in his chest.

Altair pauses, letting go of Malik’s wrist, and steps back. “It was a gift,” he repeats. “And it is none of your concern.”

“No one would want to give you anything,” Malik sneers, with all his anger and guilt. “You traded for it.”

Something shifts in Altair’s expression, from murderous to hurt to carefully blank. He takes another step back, placing the cup on a shelf of books, and Malik notices a little too late the tiny glass figurine resting there, and the beaded charm that swings from Altair’s hip as he walks out of the room.

“I don’t have time for this,” Altair says, “I am late to meet with my master. Either stay here or get out, it does not matter. Rashad will be in the back room, so do not even think to try anything regrettable.”

Malik doesn’t make promises, but it doesn’t matter; Altair will not wait for them.

---

Malik’s energies are not made to be confined, sulking in a strange room. There is anger clouding his mind, and the beginning of what he suspects is hatred, making his restlessness unbearable. He thinks of the man he thought he knew, pacing back and forth on the harbor, fearful of the water, but earnest when he speaks to it. The human who had left him here, alone, is not the same man.

It’s easy to accept this. It makes him less angry.

For the first time, Malik studies his legs, wiggling his toes and poking at his feet. The muscles beneath his hand are defined, so he assumes that they are reasonably sturdy—a reflection of his strength had he still possessed a tail. Assured that weakness will not be the cause of falling over, Malik braces his hand—only hand—against the wall and stands. He takes one step, another and another, and then he slowly sinks back down to the ground to crawl back to the wall.

The rest of his morning is spent learning to walk back and forth from the room to the fountain, clinging to the wall or tables or bookshelves, and sometimes Rashad.

“I wonder what ails your legs to make you forget to walk,” the rafiq says, looking amused as Malik slumps over the fountain’s edge for a break.

“What ails me is not my legs, but my own lack of experience,” Malik huffs. He finds that he likes Rashad, who is old but patient and doesn’t mind when Malik asks questions about the weaponry mounted to the walls.

“Were you a prince, then? Who rode upon the backs of men to get from one room to the next?”

“No, I was carried on a dais made from gold,” Malik replies, giving his most regal expression, despite that he is covered with dust and his mouth drips from dunking his head into the fountain.

Rashad laughs, and, unexpectedly, Malik allows himself to smile.

---

<3 * lim(tan(x)^e), x->pi/2

THAT IS ALL

YES, I WAS WAITING FOR THIS. Glad to know this fill wasn't abandoned. It's too good to stop now!

Love how you kept Altaïr as the arrogant brick, but still have a gentle side for the sea spirit. And I feel bad for poor Malik but he did bring it all upon himself, so now he's gotta deal. Baby steps, Malik! Baby steps~

When I saw that this had gotten an update, I was so happy.

I love this fill so much. It's my favorite on the meme. Altair keeping all his little gifts and taking good care of them is adorable, and Rashad, and Malik's snarkiness. It's just perfect.

I HAVE BEEN WAITING. YOU DO NOT DISAPPOINT ANON.

I LOVE THIS

[Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<so hard./i>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.]

I HAVE BEEN WAITING. YOU DO NOT DISAPPOINT ANON.

I LOVE THIS <i><SO HARD./i> SO DAMN HARD.

Please update more as soon as you can, I need this in my life. ;3; ty ty ty ty

Have to agree with above anons. I looooove this fill and have been waiting for it to be continued and I actually flipped when I saw it was updated; out of sheer delight. I can't wait for more and to see how you're ganna make this work 8D

This = Love
Update = even bigger Love
Oh Altaïr if you ONLY knew that Malik is your secret sea-friend!!!

I haven't the words to describe my love for this but I'll give it a try.

I wish this fic was a paperback that I could curl up with and read over and over. I just adore where you're going with this prompt and I love how you've written these two. Malik's frustration is almost tangible and the glimpse of how much Altair cares for his gifts made my heart ache just the tiniest bit. I actually get goosebumps when I picture the scene when(if??) he realizes who Malik really is.

Also, this?
The man takes three steps to cross the room, a breath to grab Malik’s wrist, and a blink to bend it back so that Malik can feel his bones strain in protest.
Made my heart stop. I was a little worried for Malik there for a second.

Oh wow, I can't believe this finally got an update! I have been WAITING for this, and it didn't disappoint :D I just love all the interaction between Altair and Malik, and I can't wait to see where you take it next :)

oh my god, please update this again soon. This is possibly the best little mermaid adaptation AU I've ever read, and I am HOOKED.

Please ~~sir~~ anon...can I have some more? ;___;

I keep checking up on this fill, once a day or more, and every time I see it hasn't been updated I die a little inside. Please, writer anon, is there more?

writeranon

(Anonymous) - 2011-03-10 02:59 (UTC) - Expand

Re: writeranon

(Anonymous) - 2011-03-10 04:01 (UTC) - Expand

Re: writeranon

(Anonymous) - 2011-03-10 04:20 (UTC) - Expand

Re: writeranon

(Anonymous) - 2011-03-13 00:09 (UTC) - Expand

when are you going to update????

I really hope this hasn't been abandoned...

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

The Moon and the Tide [4/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [4/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [4/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [4/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [4/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [4/?]

writeanon

Re: writeanon

Re: writeanon

Re: writeanon

The Moon and the Tide [5/?] (tiny update, hurf)

The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

writeranon

Re: writeranon

Re: writeranon

Re: writeranon

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

Re: The Moon and the Tide [6/?]

The Moon and the Tide [6/?]