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

yes yes yes YES.

I vote for gardening or cooking unfff

Altair working at a coffee/tea shop and baking all sorts of desserts to go with the drinks... But we all know Romance ensues when it comes to coffee shops, along with a very flustered Altair when some of the costumers have some wandering hands... Poor Altair. (~~NOT~~)

SQUEEEEEE!!!! This must exist! (~~So up for some Altair cooking and gardening here~~)

Seconding for wandering hand creepers. Or you know; Malik inappropriately groping Altair, seconding!

Ha ha ha it is! xD Gay statues everywhere. I was going to delete this and change it but since you like it I'll keep it for now ha ha!

Aww! So cute! I love! ^^

Is it just me or does Desmond looks a tiny bit like Robert Cross from Prototype? Do the modern assassins find anything out?

Unf! Yes please! I can so see Ezio having the case of the wandering hands...

They rose with the sun or at least most of them did. He noticed a couple of men laying about on their bedrolls still dead asleep and stepped over them. The barracks where they would be staying until they got their own rooms ideally stood in the midst of the Castello district with the personal guards of the Barbagio staying in the lower bowels of the Castello. I hope they do not intend to make me one of those. If they are targets of the assassino I want nothing to do with them. Halfway through the thought he realized he had started to regard the assassin as real though he knew nothing in particular about him. Back in Florence they had said he was the son of a banker who had been killed but those were likely just stories for minstrels to write stupid songs about.

After using the bathroom he donned his uniform; a long sleeved shirt with green and black stripes, a pair of heavy pants and leather armour, on his head he placed a green beret. He looked utterly stupid. His own mother would have laughed. After glancing at the others though he didn't feel so bad. Besides, he was there to do a job not look like the subject for a painting. Also he didn't want to preen too much lest he hear more calls of “Florentiiine”. It began to get out of hand when they all refused to sleep near me. And it is all that bastardo's fault.

Again the sun sat high in the sky and he wanted to complain to someone about it however seeing as the others gave him a wide berth other than when they wanted to get close for the laughs he kept his mouth shut. It felt like childhood all over again. The taunts, the desire to duel just about everyone around him and the lack of a backbone to actually do anything about it. God, maybe he should have just given up and apprenticed to some old man back in his youth and learned to do something useful like painting or carving or making armour for idiots like the ones he currently lived and worked with. Their leader for the most part seemed to play the part of ass kisser to anyone of higher rank than himself rather than mediator and 10 minutes into their training Antonio already felt boredom taking hold. Why hadn't he just gotten married to some farm girl and become a farmer? Twenty already and without a wife-there had to be something wrong with him. He sincerely hoped the other men were bachelors as well. If a woman can put up with them then why not me? My mother will not wait much longer for children and I am tired of giving her excuses. He thought of her lined face and how her hair had gone grey and the smile that she gave when he so much as looked at a woman. ...My own mother thinks I am...

“Stop thinking of men and hurry up!” olive spitter called back to him from the back of the pack and Antonio jumped forward into the ring.

Despite never having held a sword for longer than twenty minutes in his life he managed to not be killed by the perhaps slightly overzealous arms master who looked close to death himself with scars covering his face. The grizzled man helped him to his feet after he fell flat on his back for the 3rd time and proposed that perhaps he should look into using a spear because anyone who got close to him would be sure to kill him with such mediocre skills as he possessed. Antonio became certain that all of Venezia hated him and wished to see him dead and he doubted anyone could convince him otherwise.

The rest of the day went much like how the first had-slowly with random outbursts of fighting though he managed to stay out of it. His life in Venice was sure to be as interesting as the one he had led back in Florence and he almost wished he could be as stupid as the others. They at least appear to be having some sort of fun even if it is because they have something wrong with their heads.

“There something wrong with you?”

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Guess which kind of guard Antonio's nemesis is. ; D Ha ha

Unf! This is fucking glorious! So want!

Not long after the girls left, Desmond came wandering into the main room, his posture slouched, and his eyes heavy with weariness. He looked like he hadn’t gotten very much sleep the past few nights, Shaun noted as the other man walked further into the room.

He watched Desmond, uneasily, wondering if he really wanted to know if Desmond had finally come to his senses. If not, he was most likely to go off his rocker on the other man, but if he finally had come to his senses, Shaun had a few good taunts to get in.

He wouldn’t dare say he was happy Desmond finally recognised him. He’d rather cut out his own tongue. Shaun would admit it only to himself, but once Desmond finally started calling him by his name again, he’d be-

Shaun’s train of thought came to a screeching halt as Desmond turned towards him, and stared at him for a moment.

A tense silence fell upon the room, and Shaun waited with surprising patience before-

“Malik?”

Again!

Oh, that was it…

That was it!

Shaun clenched a fist, frustration finally hitting its breaking point as he stood up, and walked towards the other male. Desmond recoiled slightly, clearly unaware of the situation, “Malik…?” he tried again, unintentionally causing the anger festering inside Shaun’s stomach to intensify.

It wasn’t Desmond’s fault, but…

But, he was going to get through to him!

Desmond’s arm was gripped in a vice-like grip, and he hissed slightly from the rough treatment, but walked when he was pulled along, “Malik, what are you-” he cried out as he was pushed down onto the wooden, and hard surface of a desk. A firm body was pressed against his back, keeping him down on the desk.

“That’s not my name.” The other male whispered into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. What did he mean by that…? Wasn’t this man Malik…? He had to be! “My name is Shaun,” the other continued. Desmond’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to recall- “

“And I’m going to make you remember that.”

You all are so nice to me <3 I love you guys for that :D

I hope you're enjoying this, and we finally get to the good part XD

No worries OPanon! Real life has been totally doing the same to me so I feel ya. As said, don't feel obligated to make me anything if you don't have time, its ok xD. <3

Desmond, Ezio, Leonardo, Malik, Kadar, and Shaun all live in an apartment complex together (romance is understandable here) and go to the nearby college. They get a new, quiet, ~~sexy~~ neighbor across the hall from them. Altair. Altair in the exchange student from _____.(Pick a place) The boys (mostly Kadar, Leonardo and Desmond) decide to greet their neighbor, but- come back in blushing messes. Who gets paired with our lovely exchange student? Who knows except for the writer!anon.

Necessary items:
- Altair being a very nice host to Leo, Des, and Kadar when they visit
- Kadar getting a "bit" of a crush on Altair
- Malik going "overprotective brother"
- Ezio being a shameless flirt (~~nothing new there~~)

Points:
(10) Altair serving cookies... or something native...
(50) Altair having a Sexy walk
(100) Altair being victim to Wandering hands...

God, all of this needs to exist. Altair the hot exchange student, I think I have a new guilty pleasure 8D

I'm hankering for a futuristic AU where Ezio and Cesare are mech pilots from warring planets/factions and Leonardo's the most talented (and sought-after) mecha engineer. Leonardo could already be working for one or the other, and the other person tries to recruit him to work for their side, maybe.

Bottom!Leonardo, please, if Writeranon wishes to insert some nummy smut, though I'd be just as happy without, promise!

This so need to happen!

I can so see the boys (some of the other) college boys following Altair around. Asking to help him carry his books, walk him home, open doors, ask for dates, ~~flirt shamelessly~~... lol!

So happy that LJ refreshed for me! If it didn't I would have never seen this glorious, beautiful, epic prompt that was on the 25th page. Ughrltrgnolsdn! I need and want this so bad!

I want to see this so bad!

all of my boners.

I kinda vote gardening - we've had bird and cooking... Not that they weren't awesome or anything.

Oh dear me, this is just brilliant! Unf! can I get a "Yes Please" here?

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Azrael was glad his head didn’t hurt when he woke up the next morning. He’d woken briefly earlier that morning, sunrise, when Assassins usually woke, with a splitting head and a roiling stomach that had just made him want to kill himself then and there. He picked his head up off the pillow with a groan, his black and gray curls falling over his eyes, and tried to blink himself awake. The stale smell of sweat and heated bodies from last night still permeated the room like a light blanket and made him blink hard at the contrasting smell of clean linens to sweat and heat and need. He muttered in Arabic to himself and rubbed the heel of his hand against his eyes, ridding his eyes of the crusty sleep sand at their edges.

“It’s late isn’t it,” he groaned, finally awake enough to remember how to speak French though not knowing if Robert was even awake or not.

“Maybe,” was the reply in a much more awake voice and Azrael blinked awake properly and was finally able to see past his hair when Robert brushed it off his forehead for him. He just wanted to face plant back into the pillow and sleep some more but no doubt the Dai was wondering where he was since he’d dropped in briefly yesterday when he’d arrived. He’d have to make an appearance again, as well as get more information about Ajax. “What is this?” and finally Azrael focused on the younger man. He was sitting up, blankets pooled around his waist and in his large pale hands was the Apple.

“Do not touch that,” Azrael spat and snatched it from Robert quickly. His eyes narrowed at him before turning away from him as he tried to not let the confusion show on his face. The Apple was… quiet. Never was it ever totally silent. Usually there was a faint whisper, as it couldn’t help itself to reach out to the nearest entity. But now, dead silence. “What did you do?” he demanded savagely.

The younger man looked thoroughly startled by his actions, “Nothing, I remember it fell to the floor last night. It didn’t do anything,” Robert shrugged. “Is it pure gold?” he asked curiously and Azrael felt a bit relieved that Robert hadn’t used it, heaven forbid. Azrael relaxed though was still wary of how quiet the Apple was.

“I believe so,” he said truthfully for indeed he didn’t know what it was actually made of.

“Can I?” Robert held out his hand with his best impression of innocence. Azrael just gave him a look since Robert didn’t do innocence. Robert dropped the impression but not his hand. “You can watch me play with it,” he said and for a second Azrael couldn’t remember where his stomach was. Then he was able to remind himself what he was doing and straitened before starting to reach his hand out.

“azrael,” the word struck him with such force he almost fell over and as it was he saw stars. “do not give me to him.” What was being said was obviously privy to just him because Robert was still sitting there, hand still out, it took him a moment to realize Robert wasn’t breathing but was fixed in place.

“What did you do?” he snarled.

“PROTECTING MYSELF,” he whispered. “DO NOT GIVE ME TO HIM.”

“What did you do?” he demanded, Robert didn’t notice.

“I FROZE HIM. DON’T WORRY, HE’S FINE,” the man said.

“I can’t do that,” Azrael lamented.

“YOU ARE ONLY HUMAN,” he said speaking quickly, “AS IT IS I CAN ONLY DO THIS FOR A LIMITED TIME BECAUSE YOU ARE SO WEAK. DO NOT GIVE ME TO HIM,” he repeated.

He ground his teeth against the ‘weak’ comment. “Why shouldn’t I?”

“I DON’T LIKE HIM. HE IS WORSE THAN ZAFIR.”

Azrael hadn’t thought of Zafir in a long time, as it was people preferred to act as if he’d never existed. He’d taken the cowards way out, choosing to kill himself over dying in battle like a real warrior. He remembered what he’d been allowed to do to Zafir, all because the Apple didn’t like him, he’d been allowed to kill him, however he’d wanted to, to control every part of him. He looked at the frozen Robert sitting next to him. “What if I do?” he asked with cunning.

“_please,” they said as if they were running out of patience, almost at the end of their line.

Azrael rubbed his temple, that loudness made his head hurt. “I won’t,” he said softly, “But-

“do not ‘but’ me human!” he was shocked by the tone.

“But you won’t fight me anymore,” he said quickly with conviction. “You will do as I say.”

There was silence, a rather long silence. “FINE,” they hissed. “I WILL DO AS YOU SAY SO LONG AS I AM USED FOR MY PURPOSE,” he could deal with that. After all, what was it’s purpose but what he wanted? Then abruptly he was aware of the sound of Robert’s breathing as whatever it had done was lifted.

“Azrael?” he asked after a few seconds where he didn’t move.

“I’m sorry, no,” he said and held the Apple away from Robert. “Perhaps another time,” he gave his best ploy at a reassuring smile. He ignored Robert’s frown and got out of bed looking for his clothes. “I have to go, the Dai no doubt it expecting me,” he said finding them and shoving his legs through his pants.

“Of course,” Robert sounded upset and Azrael knew it was because he hadn’t gotten his way, what a child. “Must keep up appearances after all,” he said and Azrael turned his head to give him this look that clearly said ‘shut up,’ and he grabbed up his robes as well, fitting them over his gray tunic. “Do you ever think they’ll figure it out?” he asked only after Azrael had most of the rest of his armor in place.

“Figure what out?” he asked strapping on the vambrace of his left hand over the hidden blade.

“That you aren’t all that you seem,” Robert said and Azrael caught the double meaning there and as he pulled up his hood he turned to glare at Robert. Robert just smirked at him, leaning back slightly when Azrael stalked over to loom over him, looking pleased with himself.

A brief flicker of pain passed over Robert’s face when Azrael grabbed him by his brown hair and ripped his head back roughly, exposing a pale throat to make him look at him. “Do not forget your place,” he said in a fierce whisper. “Those fools only see what they want to see, and nothing more,” and he wasn’t sure who he was referring since he agreed with both Assassin and Templar ideals in some way. He rode the fence between the two factions and it was often a balancing act to not get swept up in the insanity of either.

“Of course,” Robert said and Azrael’s followed the way his Adam’s Apple jiggled as he swallowed, his voice a bit tight from the angle his head was twisted. He leaned down and bit down on Robert’s neck causing the younger man to gasp and try to twist away. Azrael’s fingers tightened in his hair and pushed him roughly back onto the bed, releasing his throat as he did. There was a new bright mark on Robert’s neck that he would love to see explained away, especially since it was clearly the indentations of teeth marks. Perhaps he’d have to wear a scarf. The idea of Robert in a hijab was probably more amusing than it should be.

Abruptly he released Robert’s hair and stood back up to his full height, looking down at the man with a slightly flushed face. “I’ll see you later Robert,” he said and left the bedroom, scooping the Apple up from the night stand as he left. As he left he swore he heard soft laughter echoing through his head.
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To anyone who thought Robert de Sable couldn't be topped...
he just was.
deal with it XP
(there will be Alt/Mal in this story too. Don't despair XD

This anon loves it! <3

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Re: Hobby

Expresso and Cake

Re: Hobby

Re: Expresso and Cake

Authour anon

Re: Hidden Talents

Prototype Crossover

Re: Expresso and Cake

Re: It's guard love 2/??

Re: Assassins May Cry

Eyes Wide Open [03/??]

Re: OP here (writeranon here)

New Neighbor

Re: New Neighbor

Ezio/Leonardo romance + mechs. Yeah, you heard me.

Re: Make out

Re: New Neighbor

Re: Assassins May Cry

Re: Hit With A Cittern!

Re: Expresso and Cake

Re: Hobby

Re: New Neighbor

Re: Shades of Gold (10/?)

Re: Shades of Gold (10/?)

Re: Hidden Talents