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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 4
(Anonymous) 2011-02-20 04:57 am (UTC)(link)“Ehh, excuse me? Assassinos?”
The noise continued.
Leonardo tried again, a little louder, but was still drowned out by the yelling occurring around him. Yet when Leonardo caught sight of all four looking at him with shame and fear in their eyes he finally found his voice to silence them.
“Silencio! Boys, I said silencio!”
Four sets of eyes turned to him, their voices dulling a faint murmur. Satisfied he knows had their attention, Leonardo nodded to himself. His gaze softened upon seeing the looks of fear that were still in the eyes of the others in the room.
“Boys,” he began, his shy voice filling with warmth, “I would be most honored to be your Madre. And it would m-make me quite happy, I confess, to be wanted in such a way. You are all very polite, kind, and courageous. A mother could only dream of boys like you and i-if you see me as your – I mean, I would…”
The artist had to inhale deeply to continue, his next words leaving in ‘whoosh’ of an exhale. He felt his cheeks grow warm with a blush.
“I would be honored to be your Madre because I truly do care for you boys as though you were my sons. I’ve grown very fond of you this last week and you are dear to my heart now.”
The four boys gasped, their expressions changing rapidly from fear to hope.
“Truly?! We can call you our Mother!?” Vanze cried, his eyes alight.
“Si si, but,” Leonardo held up a paint-speckled finger, “I have one request.”
“Of course, anything! We will respect your wishes,” Rinaldo hurriedly soothed, earning nods of agreement from the younger boys.
Leonardo couldn’t help but smile again, his heart beating proudly against his ribcage and his chest expanding with warmth. He felt as though he could fly without the use of his flying machine in that moment.
“My request is that you call me Mamma,” the blond artist said. “For you to call ‘Mother’ is too formal. If we are to be a family of assassinos, I should think Mamma would be more fitting, no? You are my children now, after all.”
All four, young faces suddenly went slack, their eyes widening.
They held this expression and didn’t move. Leonardo felt uncertainty suddenly overtake him as he nervously flicked his blue eyes over them all.
Perhaps he had crossed a line? These boys had to have Mammas (real Mammas) somewhere out there and perhaps he had offended these women and their sons by asking this of them? Oh Mio Dios…
“If I speak too informally, mi dispache. You can call me Leonardo or anything else you wish! I meant no offense! I only that ‘Madre’ is too formal and I would like it, though you don’t have to if you wish!, for you to –”
“Call you Mamma?” Dasten said, still clutching the cold cloth to his forehead. Leonardo swallowed a lump and replied with a shaky nod.
“Thank you,” Dasten whispered quietly. His brown eyes were still wide and unguarded. “I’ve never had a Mamma.”
The four apprentices practically beamed at Leonardo then, and before the blond man could react, he had an armful of boys hugging him tightly around his waist.
“I never had one either. She dumped me in a trash bin when I was young –”
“I have always wanted a Mamma, and you’re perfect already!”
“Grazi, grazi!”
“We will do our best to not get injured so you need not worry about us, Mamma.”
“Si, si! We’ll complete every mission perfectly and bring you gifts if we go far way, so you will know that we missed you.”
They hugged him again multiple times, crying their thanks and praises at him before they left smiling. Once outside, the four walked in a happy silence until they reached the boundaries of the training ground again.
Their walking pace slowed and looks were exchanged between all four apprentices at that moment. Green and brown and blue eyes met for a few long moments as the apprentices read each others expressions. Four sets of eyes flickered to the room they had just left.
Then, they all grinned knowingly at one another.
Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 5
(Anonymous) 2011-02-20 05:05 am (UTC)(link)Since his father and brothers had been lost, he was proud to say he had greatly matured from the 17-year-old who had first sought vengeance all those years ago. He had come to better understand himself over the years – both his strengths and weaknesses – and was now the founding father of the Fratellanza di Assassinos.
Yet one of these weaknesses, Ezio could admit, was that he still had a short temper. He had grown more patient over the years, but he often felt anger burn his tongue and he did not take to time-wasters – especially in the form of those he trusted.
Which was why he was now beginning to lose his temper with four of his apprentices.
Over the past few weeks, Ezio began to notice his young assassinos were acting (for lack of a better word) “distracted.” It was strange because they were efficient, obedient, and swift on all their missions. But in practice, Dio Caro, they made such foolish errors!
Only yesterday, Nando had cut his hand during sparring practice, Rinaldo claimed to have sprained his ankle, and Dasten and Vanze were arguing more often than normal, resulting in scrapes and bruises that they insisted needed tending to.
And so, Ezio was beginning to lose his temper with his young assassinos – especially after this occurred three times in four days. He was constantly having to send them to Leonardo to patch up, and when he did they took hours upon hours to return to training!
They were taking up all of poor Leonardo’s time! It was practically a sin! For Ezio to have his dearest friend sacrifice so much time from the artistry he loved just to care for apprentices that were not his own… it wasn’t right, Ezio knew.
“To think of Lenoardo, working on his paintings and designs only for my assassinos to trail blood into his room… Merda, I will not allow Leonardo to suffer.”
Leonardo had always been too nice – he never said ‘no’ to anyone and always desired to help. He had sacrificed much to aid Ezio and his Brotherhood, and coming from a man so loving of life he refused to eat meat…
Ezio’s mind was set in that moment, as he pictured Leonardo’s ever-smiling face.
He would ensure Leonardo stayed smiling and that his assassinos did not think they could take advantage of his dearest friend’s hospitality.
So, that next morning, he told all of his apprentices to get seated on the benches in the courtyard. Once they were seated and obediently looking to him, Ezio made his announcement:
“From this point on, you are all forbidden from venturing into Leonardo’s study or disturbing him while he is on the training grounds. No execpetions.”
Over a dozen sets of eyes looked up at the Grand Master in surprise, yet four sets of eyes became far wider than any others
Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 6
(Anonymous) 2011-02-20 05:12 am (UTC)(link)“But Leonardo only ever is in his study or on the training grounds to test his inventions! We won’t get to talk to him!”
“What if we are injured? Leonardo always bandages our wounds.”
“He will do that no longer,” Ezio decreed. “You will learn to tend to your own injuries. You should all have basic knowledge of treating wounds anyways, as you never know what can happen when you are after a target.”
“But Maestro Ezio, what if we’re bleeding really badly?”
“You’ll bandage it yourself or have another of your fellow assassins aid you. Anyone, and I mean anyone, who disobeys me and goes to Leonardo will be punished,” he growled.
“ Why are you asking this of us, Maestro?! I mean, preventing us from seeing Maestro Da Vinci? He is so kind and he is so skilled with his hands. He is tender and loving and if we wish to see him then why–”
Ezio saw red.
“ANYONE WHO GOES WILL BE PUNISHED, CAPISCE?!”
“Capito,” his assassins responded quickly, their heads bowed as they returned to their seats. Silence overtook the courtyard, many of the faces turned downwards in fear or disbelief. They had rarely seen the Master Assassin so angry.
“Prepare for your missions and trainings,” said assassin growled in warning. “Vaya ahora!”
His apprentices dispersed faster than Ezio had seen in a long time.
Later that night, he visited Leonardo, delighted when his dear, sweet friend confessed he’d had no visitors today and had instead spent all day lost in codex pages and sketches.
‘Va bene,’ Ezio thought. ‘I am the only one to visit Leonardo today, as it should be.’
The thought was satisfying though it was not born of jealousy, because Ezio Auditore da Firenze did not get jealous.
Of course not.
Not even when Leonardo had young apprentices of his own back in Venice and had sketched them over Ezio. (The Auditore knew his friend scketched him when he slept and allowed Leonardo to think he was doing it in secret.) Not even then was Ezio jealous, and he certainly was not jealous of his own apprentices being healed and caressed by Leonardo’s hands when he himself was not.
… because Ezio Auditore da Firenze did not get jealous. The thought was ridiculous.
And so, hearing that Leonardo had no visitors that day and the next, Ezio felt grateful (not smug, he swore to himself) that Leonardo was no longer troubled by young assassinos.
Everything in Monteriggioni was as it should have been.
Ezio was content once more.
… until two days later, when his apprentices began to complain loudly at him.
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Dear OP, Write!Anon swears your kink is in the next posting
(Anonymous) 2011-02-20 05:22 am (UTC)(link)I hope you can forgive me for the long introduction and boring bits but I need to do that to set myself up for a story. It usually isnt this long for me to fill a kink. But I promise, Shirtless-Ezio and injured baby-assassin are coming up soon. Smexing with Momma-Leo will be had! <3
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-20 06:34 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 6
(Anonymous) 2011-02-20 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)MORE SOON PLEASE OMG THIS MAKES ME HAPPY BEYOND BELIEF
Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 7
(Anonymous) 2011-02-21 06:00 am (UTC)(link)Ezio clenched his knuckles and tried to remain the mature, Grand Master he was supposed to be. Yet the heat was grating Ezio’s nerves more than usual, making him snappy and irritable.
He was sparring outside with the four boys who had been giving him the most trouble – Nando, Dasten, Vanze, and Rinaldo.
The day was hotter than most and all the men had stripped down to their breeches in to compensate for the heat. Tanned chests heaved as the boys sparred with the Master Assassin, his own chest littered with scars and muscle the apprentices eyed with awe.
Sweat dripped off all five men, even those who were doing nothing more than observing their comrade in the training ring.
“Swing from your wrist outwards, Dasten; never leave your wrist vulnerable to a strike,” Ezio commented, resuming a duel with the brown-haired apprentice.
As they sparred, Ezio surveyed the three remaining boys who were watching them intently. He allowed his thoughts to wander, unconcerned about Dasten striking him while he day-dreamed (the boy was getting better, but ma certo, he still had nothing on Ezio’s skill.)
His gaze wandered to Rinaldo – he’d been the quietest and most obedient about not seeing Leonardo, though the young adult seemed to be sulking. Vanze, as sharp-tongued as ever, had been the one to do most of the complaining and he (above all others) was starting make Ezio’s patience snap.
As if reading his thoughts, said boy began to whine.
“Maestttrrroooo, could we help Leonardo move his supplies today? I heard he wants to do some paintings outside and he has a lot of heavy stuff.”
“Where did you hear this?” Ezio grunted. “I have heard no such thing. Plus, how did you hear of this when you’re forbidden to visit Leonardo?”
Vanze cursed under his breath and made no reply. Ezio glared at the assassino, before turning back to his sparring partner.
“Va bene, Dasten. You may go. Nando! Join me in the ring – its your turn.”
“S-si Maestro!”
The blonde jumped down, thin limbs reflecting the sun as he grabbed a sword and took his stance.
His hair is only a shade lighter than Leonardo’s, Ezio realized as he glanced at the boy. I wonder if Leonardo looked like that as a boy, all freckles and long limbs…
The Master Assassin shook his head, clearing his mind just as Nando moved to strike with a rather strong jab. Ezio countered, nodding in approval and the men fought with increasing speed.
“Maestroooo Ezzziiioooo?”
A dark eyebrow twitched in irritation.
Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 8
(Anonymous) 2011-02-21 06:09 am (UTC)(link)“Can we just go visit Leonardo? Isn’t he lonely?”
“No, he is not.”
“But how do you knnoooowww?”
Another twitch of the Master Assassin’s eyebrow.
“He is my dearest friend, so I do.”
“Wait, so you’ve been talking with him?” Dasten suddenly piped up. “That’s not fair! If you get to see him why -- ”
“Life isn’t fair,” Ezio snapped before he could help it. “Va bene, Nando, good parry.”
The two upped their sparring pace once more. Ezio was mildly impressed to note that the blond assassino was better at swordsmanship than he remembered. Then, unexpectedly, the boy turned to address his companions, seeming to fight Ezio with ease. He was barely keeping Ezio in his feild of vision.
“Maybe if we’re good Maestro Ezio will let us see Mam – I mean, Maestro Leonardo. It’s been a few days since we – ”
Ezio saw red.
“None of you are seeing Leonardo! All you do is bother him and Mio Dios, focus on me Nando! Remember Rule 17 -- don’t take your eyes off an enemy in a fight!” he said, using a flurry of movements to disarm Nando. Without slowing, Ezio moved to slash at his defenseless form.
Nando gasped and tried to escape, yet was too slow. His back hit the wall of the training ring just as a thin line of blood pooled across him. The thin line of blood, marring him shoulder-to-shoulder, grew thicker as blood accumulated and rushed out like a stream overflowing. Blood painted the boy’s tanned skin a slick red, all while green eyes starred up at his mentor in shock.
Ezio felt his own shock arise and immediately felt guilt wash out his anger, cleansing him of the red haze that had blinded him. He stood with his sword at his apprentice’s neck, trying to decipher what he had just done.
Nando was only a boy, and by far the most innocent of his apprentices, yet Ezio had – to think that as a mentor he harmed his own –! It was unacceptable! He meant only to spar with the boy, not injure, and yet –
“Mio Dios! Nando, are you alright?”
Four apprentices and one Grand Master all looked over to see Leonardo with an arm full of art supplies.
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Pffffttt, Ezio. You're in shit now =P You hurt Momma Leo’s baby. Better ru-un!
Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 9
“Ezio, if you could spar with one of the other boys I will patch Nando’s injury and return him to you shortly,” the artist said, making a worried noise when he saw the blood.
Leonardo moved to enter the training ring, but was stopped by Nando’s cry before he could.
“I’m not allowed to let you help me!” Nando quickly said, waving his arms defensively.
There was a pause; the air suddenly tasting stale and heavy.
“Not… allowed…?” Leonardo murmured. With slow and deliberate movements, the artist looked to Ezio with questioning eyes.
It took all of Ezio’s years as an assassin not to flinch like a beaten pup when those blue eyes focused on him.
After a long moment, Leonardo shook his head and turned back to the young assassino.
“Don’t be silly, of course I will bandage your injuries! You’re bleeding and I will not leave you this way, no matter what words you say. Sit down and let me fetch my bandages.”
“Mam -- I mean, Maestro Da Vinci –”
“Sit. I will return uno momento.”
“But I-I –”
“Sit, Nando.”
“Leonardo,” Ezio began, “I have told the boys that they cannot –”
“Ezio.” The tone was sharp and flat – a clear warning.
Ezio found his lips shutting the moment blue eyes and a freckled face turned to stare at him again. Their gazes held until the heat in those blue eyes made Ezio eventually look away in defeat.
Nodding to himself, Leonardo turned back to Nando with a smile. “Now then, sit. I will return.”
The boy did as ordered, looking at the Master Assassin and his Mamma curiously before hurriedly looking away again. Behind them, Dasten audibly whispered, “Did Maestro Ezio just lose a fight with Mamma Leo?”
The blond artist returned a few minutes later and Rinaldo took the load of supplies from his arms, laying them out on the bench atop which Nando was sitting. Leonardo immediately went to work, swiping at the blood and doing his best to clean the boy up.
Leonardo murmured to himself as he worked, his voice low yet soothing. It took a few long minutes, yet no-one spoke a word or dared interrupt him from his mothering actions.
“A cloth to clean the blood… disinfectant to protect it from infection… salve to prevent scarring … and…”
Then, unexpected by all, Leonardo in and kissed the boy’s tanned chest right above the injury.
“And a kiss to make everything better,” the blond man proclaimed. The young apprentice flushed pink from his ears down to his exposed chest.
Nando shyly tucked a stray piece of hair out of his eyes and muttered an awed (albeit embarrassed) “Grazie.” Yet as he spoke, he felt an uncomfortable heat prickle at his back, and he turned over his shoulders only to freeze in place.
Three sets of hardened eyes, the eyes of assassins who had killed many men, starred pointedly at the boy. The jealousy coming off his comrades was so tangible that Nando quickly swallowed a lump in his throat and turned to face the front, ignoring the glares he was receiving.
At the same time, Leonardo felt heat prickle up his spine, and only when he realized it wasn’t going away did he glance over his own shoulder. His heart stuttered and his whole body flushed upon seeing Ezio’s golden eyes pinned on him.
Those eyes, so bright and rare, seem to stare into Leonardo’s very core. The assassin’s chest was rising and falling with each inhale, tanned skin stretching across broad muscles. His chest was glittering with sweat, making the dark chocolate of his hair stick to his shoulders and the nape of a strong neck.
Leonardo found the artistic, logical part of his mind supplying that (A) He had not drawn Ezio without a shirt since the assassin had been just over the age of 20 and (B) For a man now twice that age, Ezio’s build was the epitome of masculinity – all thick muscle and chest hair and broad shoulders. He would be a wondrous subject for Leonardo’s sketches.
Yet a rapidly increasing part of Leonardo’s brain could only supply:
… Oh Mio Dios… magnifico…
...
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-21 07:32 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 10
(Anonymous) 2011-02-22 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)That cloth makes up his pants, his mind supplied. Ah, yes, Ezio’s pants.
His brain began whirring back to life as he realized he was staring at Ezio’s pants, his dearest friend’s pants! Embarrassed he hurriedly looked up and felt heat shoot straight into his groin.
Golden eyes, half-lidded and intense as any predator’s, were still gazing down at Leonardo. He’d seen the way Leonardo had been looking at him!
Desire rolled through Leonardo at having those eyes focused so intently on him, and he hurriedly looked back to Nando, trying to ignore the thrumming in his chest.
“Boys,” Ezio drawled from behind him, the husky tenor making Leonardo bite his lip. “Go inside. Now.”
“Che, why?” Vanze asked, scoffing at the request.
Ezio turned eagle-like eyes onto the apprentices, making them quickly stand at attention.
“Do it. Don’t ask why.”
The boys exchanged worried glances. Nando jumped up before shuffling to join his companions. Leonardo tried to smile reassuringly at the young assassinos although his own heart felt like it would burst out of his chest.
“Don’t worry, boys. I think I know what Ezio has to say. Go inside; it will be alright.”
“…are you sure?” Dasten muttered quietly, looking at Ezio’s intense gaze before having to look back to the dirt.
“Si si, “ Leonardo chuckled, feeling a little calmer as the boys nervous expressions. He knew Ezio would not hurt him and a sense of protectiveness overtook him when he saw the boys’ expressions.
The words left Leonardo’s lips before he could think twice --
“Head inside, boys. Your Mamma and Papà just need to discuss some things in private for uno momento.”
Ezio’s intense gaze wavered at the exact moment Leonardo’s own blue one went wide at what he’d just uttered.
“Papà?” Ezio repeated in confusion.
The eyes of his four young students went wide with terror.
Leonardo swallowed a growing lump in his throat, and admitted in a panic, “Si, if I am their Madre it is only fitting that you are their Padre, no? You founded this Fratellanza di Assassinos, so you are its founding father and are therefore theirs as well.”
“You -- espere un seguno, they call you ‘Madre’?!” Ezio said.
The four apprentices had never run so fast out of the courtyard.
Leonardo chuckled at their retreating forms before turning back to the Auditore man and nodding honestly.
“They call me Mamma actually. It was upon my request. ‘Madre’ is too formal for my liking and I actually –”
Hot, scarred lips suddenly sealed Leonardo’s’ own and effectively shut down whatever he had been about to say. A slick tongue, well versed in pleasure, danced with Leonardo’s own, tasting every crevice of his mouth and teasing the other to play. Leonardo gasped when the kiss was broken and the same lips and tongue settled on his neck, licking and suckling with a fierce passion. A sharp bite to his neck made Leonardo throw his head back, moaning.
=3
Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 10
(Anonymous) 2011-02-22 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 10
(Anonymous) 2011-02-23 04:08 am (UTC)(link)This makes me happy. Immensly. :]
Unf Ezio. So manry. And Leo. So motherly. YESSSSS...
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-23 08:26 am (UTC)(link)Re: OP
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2011-03-15 01:22 am (UTC)(link)op
(Anonymous) 2011-03-17 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 10
(Anonymous) 2011-07-12 05:37 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 10
(Anonymous) 2012-04-04 11:37 am (UTC)(link)“They call me Mamma actually. It was upon my request. ‘Madre’ is too formal for my liking and I actually –”
This part made me laugh out loud.