asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

MINE!!! I am not sure about what you would like best so I'm trying out different things - you should have it posted later today, I think. (I saw your prompt and had to jump on it.)

Since you said fire and blood... you are getting both. Maybe not in that order...

Mighty crack of doom due to Ezio being on a sugar high - and everyone wondering why he's standing on the sofa saying he's on a cloud of pink cotton-candy...

Okay... /gets out

take me to the dancing lights

They never wanted to be seen, or their absence noticed, so together they’d leave when the other novices lay curled up deep in their sleep. Together they’d lay on the riverbank and watch the dancing lights of the fireflies as the quiet waters reflected them amongst every other star. Once in a while, the small fishes would break the water surface, and quick ripples would travel the river; other times, the soft breeze would catch malik’s attention and he’d watch the tall grass swaying with the wind to the sound of the loud cicadas. It was always a joy when they got the chance to visit places like these on missions. Water fresh as they weren’t used to and fireflies fluttering around the watery mirror. To any youngster from Masyaf, these were rare sights.

Sometimes, Malik would peel clothing from his body and convince Altaïr (who would reluctantly join him) to do so as well, and together, stark naked, they’d dip into the shallow water. Both of them would walk until the water reached just above their knees, which was probably the tallest it could get there; but still, it was just enough to send Altaïr’s body shivering, and the older man knew better to know it was from the sheer thought of being confined by the water and not from the coolness of the water or the crisp air against his naked skin.

Malik would tease him and splash him, and Altaïr would always be too proud to admit out loud how much he disliked getting splashed.

However, the both of them knew that what truly enchanted Altaïr as they lay still wet (and in innocent nudity) on the grass by the water and the mosquitoes fed on their legs. What truly captivated him were the fireflies dancing around the water, the grass, and around them. The young eagle would rest on his back, entranced by the lights, and Malik would roll over to face him. The touches of moonlight kissed Altaïr’s face and it took Malik’s breath away. Altaïr’s gaze was on the fireflies and his back on the grass, Malik looking at Altaïr as he watched the lights and the conversation would die on their tongues. Silence gave space to the loud sounds of summer.

(Malik would watch him as he smiled blankly at the fiery insects, and he decided how much he liked that expression, despite how distant Altaïr could be. He liked it so much, actually, that for the briefest of moments, or sometimes when Malik let himself go, what it would be like to hold his hand. Run a hand over the matted brown locks of his hair. Say something nice to him if Altaïr wouldn’t stare at him so hard, if his tongue wouldn’t knot and he’d trip over his words. Maybe lay a chaste kiss on his lips and over the recent scar there.)

They’d spend hours like that, dozing into half-slumber until the first rays of light chased the fireflies into the shadows, and them to where their mates still slept as reality set in.

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At times, when a soft breeze, the warm one that only happens at summer nights, washes over him, Malik remembers these times and where they ran away. He watches the rise and fall of Altaïr’s chest as he breathes, resting between assassinations to restore his ranks, and a bitter weight settles on his stomach.

It’s time he turned off the candle and got some sleep, he decides.

"Want" does not begin to describe my feelings for this.

*waves from behind the counter* Hey there anons! I am terribly sorry for taking so long updating this, and I know life smacking me in the face with an unhealthy dose of reality is not a valid excuse D: but I'm feeling like shit because every soul I knew decided to hate me. Even so, I am grateful to you kind ladies and gents, for reading this... this... fill :l
So here, lemme continue :9
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He woke up to the smell of tea, tossing around the bedsheet and yawning loudly.

After a while of simply staring blankly around, he put some clothes on and got up, determined to get something to eat and a nice shower after that.

And then he remembered last night's noises and walked directly to a quiet Shaun, who just stared at him while drinking his tea and typing some things one handed to a laptop.

"Morning." Shaun greeted and offered him a muffin and a mug filled with coffee, to the abismal surprise of a passing-by Lucy, who looked at them as if they'd both grow horns. Coneveniently so, Rebecca called the blonde in that exact moment.

"Hey Luce! Mind handing me the screwdriver that's on the table?" Both Desmond and Shaun looked at her as if urging her to go away and thus, she did, finally allowing Desmond to smirk.

"Being social, aren't we?" purred Desmond and for the historician's annoyance, gave Shaun a quick peck. "So, about what I said yesterday..." he trailed off, eating his muffin with calm, just glancing around the room, scowling when Shaun just snorted.

"Please, be specific. I couldn't for the life of me make a difference between your pleas for more and you moaning my name, so...Hey!" Shaun glared at Desmond for punching him on the arm and making him spill his precious tea almost on top of the laptop. "Go away before I start to feel the urge to strangle someone, will you?"

Desmond chuckled and rolled his eyes, walking away from the now normal snarky Brit, sitting on a corner. He finished his breakfast and took a quick shower, ignoring the constant humming of all the cables and machinery in the old statue room. When he was done, he got dressed and casually walked in front of an apparently happy Rebecca, who grinned at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, nailing him to the very ground he was standing on. The girl chuckled amusedly at his reaction and something on the back of Desmond's mind clicked, but he was too busy trying to read Rebecca's happy face while avoiding the smirk he felt creeping on his lips at Shaun's too obvious jump of surprise at the girl's action.

A whole minute later, just as his brain recovered coherent function, he asked with uncertain voice.

"What was that for?"

Rebeca only smiled again and winked.

"It was to thank you for your hard work. In fact..." She darted amazingly fast towards a too dumbstruck Shaun, who got a loud peck on the cheek too. " Thank you both for your hard work. You are amazing guys."

And she was tecnically chirping, she was too happy and gleeful and all mushy pink things that Shaun bit back his banter for the unwelcomed previous traspass of his personal bubble. Desmond just raised an eyebrow in confusion.

When Lucy gave him an inquisitive glance from across the room, he only shrugged and sat back on the Animus, letting himself fall into the machine-induced sleep for now----

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

There was a loud cracking sound and Desmond groaned covering his ears in a useless attempt to block out the screeching sound the computer was making, gritting his teeth hardly enough that it gave him a headache, but that could also be because of the annoying damn sound.

"BECCA! SHUT IT DOWN!" Yelled historian from his computer and Des was glad to know he wasn't the only one hearing it.

"I'm trying Shaun! It doesn't work!" Rebecca fumbled with the keyboard for two minutes or more, and Desmond decided to get as far away as he could from the machine, so he got off the Animus and made a hasty retreat towards the exit, which seemed to be a shared plan because halfway there he found Lucy and Shaun. "Hah! Got it." And suddenly, there was some blissful silence, and they all heaved a sight in unison, sharing surprised glances and some needed laughs with it to ease the tension. One of them wasn't that happy though.

Ffffffffffuuuuuuu-- you hate me too, livejournal!? Dx
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Lucy walked over a suddenly sulking Rebecca and when she asked the technician about the strange incident the only answer was a low mumbling sound and the words baby got owned out of her pouting lips.

The blond sighed and massaged her temples.

"Nice, really nice. Shaun, could you please check if someone tried to track us?" At the other's serious nod, she smiled and said a quiet thanks, turning around and giving Desmond a tired smile too. "Desmond, I guess you could take the day off and rest--"

Beeep

They all looked up to Becca's desk with surprise when her computer's screen turned black and a flashy pink banner appeared.

I got you R3bb3cA. I am stalking you forever now <3.

A sharp intake of breath at his right later, Desmond was sure he had never seen the girl as infuriated as now...

"What the fuck!?"

... and he was sure as hell his ears were bleeding because of her angelical voice raising almost a full octave at his side.
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Well, that's it for now anons, my boss is looking at me and I'm sure as hell she's coming for those letters I should be sending instead of writting this xD I love you anons, I hope life treats you better than it does me ;)

Altair cupped his hands over the small, glowing bug. He opened them just a hair to watch the glow inside his hands, and his lips curled upward into the tiniest hint of a smile. He watched the light several time before he opened his hands and watched it crawl on his fingers. He smiled softly at the feel of the tiny bug legs against his skin. It stopped, then fluttered its wings and took off into the sky. He gazed out at the millions of fireflies dancing over the waters, each little pinprick of light leaving a trail in its wake.

“You act like a child,” Malik teased, lying in the grass near the shore.

Altair was still wearing that smile as he looked back at his friend. “Can you tell me a more magnificent sight?”

Altair watched him for a moment before turning back to reach and gently snatch a firefly from the air, smiling as he peeked in his hands.

“You,” Malik whispered, just low enough Altair couldn’t hear.

Altair was all ready distracted by the lightning bug in his hand, watching it glow in vain inside his palms as he ignored the rest of the world. The little blips of light flickered in masses as Altair let the firefly go. He snagged another one and paced over, sitting beside Malik.

“Look,” he murmured.

Malik rolled his eyes. “Yes, Altair, another firefly.”

Nevertheless, he sat up and looked as he opened his hands to show him the small bug. The yellow light flashed once, twice, and Malik offered a finger. He wore a soft smile as it crawled onto his finger and lit before flying off. Altair took his hand as he scooted in close to mold to his best friend’s side.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” he murmured, his gaze watching the dance of lights over the water.

Malik hummed, a noncommittal noise. Eventually, he lay back down, and Altair followed, resting his head on his chest, his golden eyes still watching the yellow lights. He wrapped Malik’s arm around himself, their fingers still linked. They lay there as the moon climbed, and Altair’s eyes were trained on the world around them, flickering between flashes of light. Malik’s eyes were trained on the man on his chest as they lay there, watching his chest move with each breath he took.

A firefly flew too close, and Altair used his free hand to catch it, peeking into his fingers, then pulling back with a surprised snort, Malik sat up partly to look at him, to find the firefly crawling on his eyebrow, and Altair shook his head again. The lightning bug refused to let go, and he watched the Grand Master swipe it from his face, scowling. He couldn’t help but laugh.

“What is so funny?” he growled.

Malik shook his head. “Wait until the novices hear about the firefly that attacked the Grand Master.”

Altair opened his fist as Malik settled back down, and they watched the bug zip away. Malik brought his friend’s hand to lips and kissed it gently before settling it around his waist again. The Grand Master harrumphed, rolling over to look at him. Malik quirked an eyebrow.

“You’re insufferable,” he murmured, frowning.

“Me?” Malik retaliated. “I think not.”

“You ruin the beautiful atmosphere.”

Malik shook his head, cupping Altair’s jaw and pulling him in for a soft kiss. He pressed his lips briefly against the Grand Master’s and pulled back. “It is hard to ruin the atmosphere if you are the most beautiful thing out here.”

Altair rolled his eyes, but nevertheless, he had a small smile on his lips.

“I have a present for you,” Malik murmured. “At my waist, on top of the knife.”

He looked down to see a cloth-covered package. He untied it quickly and removed the covering. It was a small, almost transparent glass jar. Altair’s eyebrows knitted together as he looked over the simple design. The top had a small piece of cloth wrapped around it, with holes poked into it.

“So you can capture fireflies. I bought it from a trader from Italy when he passed by. He was a Roman glass blower.”

Altair’s eyes lit up in happiness, and Malik was smiling softly as the Grand Master hopped to his feet. He watched him snatch up a number of the glowing bugs. One, two, three, went in, soon followed by eight, nine, ten. When he was done, he held container up to see. Small flickers of yellow light shone through, and Malik smiled at Altair’s smile. Their gaze met, and the assassin sat by his friend once more, setting the container on top of his chest as he tied it shut. He sat there and watched the bugs inside, a far-off expression on his face, and then leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you.”

Malik nodded as Altair stood again.

“But if I am to keep them,” he began.

Malik quirked an eyebrow, watching Altair look at the glass container again and purse his lips. He looked back up to the millions of fireflies around them, studying them closely. His gold eyes stood out like the light as he eventually trained his gaze on Malik.

“What do I feed them?”
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Anon did not see the minifill above. Oops. The update bot for LJ has not been working. Is anyone else having problems with it?

Exactly what it sounds like.

They were about to get rid of Subject 17, why not have a subject 18 already lined up?

Um... yeah. Either 1) Subject 18 in Abstergo or 2) Assassins snagged them.

One is more likely, since Lucy was their best mole...

ooo... I like!

Hate to add to the malik/altair that is vitualy the whole second half of part 3, but i
just couldn't wait!

It starts off normaly enough, Malik and Altair have an argument; then Malik says the line
"You are so stubborn Altair, when will you ever change"
and throws the apple at Altair's feet, instantly he falls into a comma.

Cue tearful Altair begging for forgiveness of motionless Malik, and Masyaf falling apart thanks to Malik's comma, as it turns out, the only way to wake Malik is for Altair to say the
line:
"I love you, Malik. Wholy. Uncondionaly. Totaly"
weather or not he actualy DOES love him or not.

Maybe, Malik hears this line, and afterwords Altair feels guilty about lying to him and has to pretend to love him, BUT slowly, overtime, he begins to love him, and by the time sex errr... happens, he loves him TOTALY

WARNING:
filler may suffocate due to numbers of virtual kisses and hugs given out by this requester!

Oh my God OP is so happy right now. So, so happy.

Aww, I hope things end up okay for you writeanon! If it makes you feel any better, you get extra bonus points for writing this at work.

oh my godddddddddddddddddd this is the best thing ever

Lol. I love this idea.

IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW!

Anon, you are AMAZING <3

Altair takes the role of a locked away princess... AU if you can't tell. Romance and pairing is up to writer!anon (if you want one)

I do enjoy me some word play. Hopefully a wittier writer than I takes his up!

My head seriously tilted to the side when I read this... I want...

Sounds similar to the Tangled prompt asked for a few pages ago, only without all the Disney baggage.
I love this idea; yes please SECONDED!!

I just want some sharing body heat fic!

Modern crew end up somewhere extremely cold and snowed in while trying to stay under the radar. During their time there, Des ends up separated from the other three without the proper gear to survive in the cold (idek, maybe Des ran away because of the Bleeding Effect, or the Templars found them and they all ended up scattering.)

Cue panic during the search for Des before he dies of exposure to the cold. When Des is found, it's clear that he needs to get warm fast (hours since he ended up outside, fell in a river, idek - and there is a storm coming in! (any more cliches I can fit in here? XD))

I'd love to see Shaun/Des for this, but if you're more comfortable with one of the girls, that's okay too.

That was really good = ), keep going!

While I love strong lead characters (Altair, Ezio, Desmond), I also love seeing said characters go through really bad situations. I love them, but I'm also mean to them.

With this in mind, I wanna see one of the three (or all of them if you want to go AU) being tortured for a long time before being saved. (This includes rape! *omgwhatswrongwithme*) Eventual h/c as well? *puppy eyes*

Love the Idea. Third(ed?)

... I love you Filler!Anon and MiniFill!Anon. It's lovely! You had me smiling the entire time, you two are awesome!!!! :D

This anon does not log into livejournal, and would not know.

Stopping by to say D'AWWWWWW! So cute... Used to love catching fireflies.

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

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minifill! take me to the dancing lights

Re: FireFly

How Des learned not to pry on Becca's mail 2/?

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FireFlies [1/2]

FireFlies [2/2]

Anon did not see the minifill above. Oops. The update bot for LJ has not been working. Is anyone else having problems with it?

Subject 18

Re: Make out

For Love is Whole. Unconditional. Total.

Re: How Des learned not to pry on Becca's mail 2/?

Re: like pillars four [3/3?]

Re: SHARK!

Re: La Volpe

Mixed Up

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Re: A prank gone wrong.

Re: Mixed Up

It's Cold

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no subject

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OP

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