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
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Part 4
Part 5
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DrivebyFill: Om Nommy Pie

[(Anonymous)]

I know you asked for art, but perhaps a drive by fill to pass the time until the artist-anon comes back?
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Whatever this strange food was, it was amazing. Between two types of sweet crunchy crust was some sort of filling. It seemed like fruit, mashed perhaps? All sorts of kinds, kinds they had never seen or tasted before. Perhaps they shouldn't being eating something that the Apple suddenly made appear before their eyes.

But they couldn't stop.

It was delicious! They couldn't stop (and besides, more of these strange circle dessert like things kept appearing). So as one might imagine it came to the point of who got the most. But who: Altair the Grand Master, or Malik the Second-in-Command.

And what better event to decide the winner? A contest who could eat the fastest. A contest of who could eat the most. (Granted, the purpose of the suggestion from the recruits was to get their masters to stop this silly game. It didn't work).

"Come on, Malik!" Altair grinned, his scarred lips covered with berry filling. "Can't you eat faster?" He held a slice in one hand and a fork to pierce another slice in the other. He was confident, full of knowing pride, that he would beat Malik and get the rest of these yummy creations. The filling was allready sliding down or straining his face, neck, and hands.

"It doesn't matter how fast I eat." Malik, on the other hand, was the picture of calm and clean. He ate slowly with his one hand. Precise. Calculated. "All that matters is the end result."

And indeed Malik was declared the winner. Altair was informed seven and a half hours later when he woke up from a sugar coma.

OP

[(Anonymous)]

Why, thank you so much for this! :D I really was expecting Malik to win, actually, considering how he has plans for everything. Too bad Altair suffers from two humiliating positions: probably on his ass, passed out, and being declared the loser.

XD Like you mentioned, I hope artist!anon fills this soon! But I'm really glad writer!anon took this up.