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

“You were up pretty early, you should probably eat something,” Desmond said, voice perfectly reasonable as he washed his dish.

Cecil shrugged, “If you want to sleep on that weird red chair you should just do that instead of pretending on a bed,” he said right back and Desmond’s face went so totally blank it was startling.

Then suddenly he chuckled, “I don’t want to freak the others out,” he said leaning over so Cecil could hear and not Lucy who was still enjoying her coffee.

“Why would that freak them out?”

Desmond’s fake smile was so perfect Cecil had a hard time realizing it was fake. He was very good at pretending nothing was wrong obviously. Suddenly he got the reason why Erudito had gotten this cell to come get him. He’d said that he didn’t know anyone better at running and hiding then them… no not ‘them’, he’d said ‘who I sent to get you’. The others were amazingly transparent, he knew what to expect from them from the moment he saw them, they didn’t know what it meant to hide. Desmond however he didn’t know what to expect from, at all. He’d seen him be someone to not mess with, at all, but this morning he’d been perfectly charming. Cecil shivered despite himself. He didn’t know what to make of the other man and that scared him, since he knew people, he understood how they worked and how their brained worked. But here was Desmond, someone he couldn’t read, and it terrified him. What if saw through Cecil’s facade as well?

“You’ll see,” was all Desmond said with that smile.

He looked away from Desmond and went back to doing the dishes. He couldn’t panic. He needed to keep his cool. He couldn’t be found out that easily, he couldn’t, because if he was… He swallowed and tried not to think about it. Desmond left him to the rest of the dishes and he continued to scrub at the plates long after Lucy had gotten up and left for the room with the red chair in it.

I'm sorry to add to ridiculous mountain of promps here but after reading some tooth-achingly cute stories by a different LJ user from a different fandom I had the pandering to ask for an AC fanfic where Leo De-ages via PoE, (because everyone in this fandom knows what a useful plot device the Apple is), sits on Ezio's lap and draws him a cute little picture and gives it to him.

I don't care about the other details, like what Ezio's and Leo's old age used to be, or whether or not they were lovers when Leo was still in his original age, I just want a young!Leo sitting on Ezio lap and drawing him a picture.

Pretty please with Leo's red hat on top writeranons?

Omg this is so cute! Seconding!!

Squeeeeeeeee this sounds so cuuuuuuuuute!!! Fuck the police I'm filling this shit. Expect within the week. : D
I have a few different ideas for this, would you mind multiple fills?

So, first off, sorry for the wait. And sorry, you'll be waiting a little longer...

The thing is, I can take this one of two ways.

One - I can keep this close to the movie line.

Two - I can take this and wander away from the original line while still ending up in about the same place.

I've been debating this for awhile, and can't decide.

What are your opinions?

The last sentence! Omg Shaun is so fucking sexy in my head now.
Don't ever stop writing ;_;
I swear I will sit at my Computer and press F5 the whole day long.

omg

YES! Requested this, except gave the option between Ezio and Altair, and they chose Altair.

Would love to see Ezio over here.

I vote two! (As much as I love this fic, it's unsettling to hear the Tangled voices in my head when I read the lines from the movie script. I'd rather see something loosely based on the movie, rather than a carbon copy with changed names.)

“What are you doing?”

Altair flicked the right turn signal on and steered the car onto the shoulder part of the road. The entire vehicle rattled over the bumpy ridges, sending the laundry hamper bouncing in the passenger’s seat for a moment before ground evened out. He ignored the kick Malik gave him through the driver’s seat and replied, “I’m getting out of this traffic jam.”

From the rearview mirror he saw Malik scowl and turn his head to look out the window. In his lap was a box full of dishes that clinked and chimed—the two of them hadn’t managed to find room in the trunk, and the only space available for it was Malik’s lap. The rest of the car was packed with their things from their college dormitory, leaving barely enough room for Malik himself, who was squished in the backseat next to a small bookcase, a plastic drawer, and the two table lamps balanced precariously on top.

“A cop is going to see you, and you are going to get a ticket,” Malik said, giving Altair another feeble prod from behind. “Get back on the road.”

Altair gave a very curt, matter-of-fact, “no” and remained driving on the shoulder; it wasn’t very fast, but it was better than the other drivers in that standstill jam. A few shot him some nasty and jealous looks, and Altair’s smirk naturally grew wider.

“Altair.” There was a noisy clatter of glass, cardboard, and plastic before an arm wrapped itself around Altair’s neck, and Malik’s voice was at his ear. “If you don’t do as I say, I am going to roll down the window and throw your flag collection out of it.”

“You wouldn’t,” Altair said instantly, muffled against Malik’s sleeve. He gave the rearview mirror a triumphant look. “You don’t even know where I packed them.”

Malik nodded towards the floor, indicating a pile of textbooks. “In the Heelys shoebox under all those books.”

Instead of sputtering out a fierce denial, Altair reached over and turned on the childproof locks, which unsurprisingly did little to stop Malik from worming his hand through the crack between the driver’s seat and door to turn them back off. His hand lingered over Altair’s thigh, kneading gently, and Malik’s lips ghosted over the back of his neck, not quite able to reach properly with the headrest in the way.

Altair started to think that it probably wasn’t the ticket he should be worrying about, but a full blown accident if Malik was going to keep his hand on his leg – or not on his leg, as Altair was beginning to find out. The car came to an abrupt halt.

“I’m driving,” Altair muttered, throwing gear to park so that he could wiggle around and try to grab Malik, but the other man had already settled back in his seat, clicking the seatbelt with infuriating smugness.

“Traffic jams aren’t always bad,” Malik commented, looking a little ridiculous and awkward in his cramped space, but mostly he just looked very attractive packed in like that.

Altair slumped back in his seat and let the steady clicking of the turn signal be his answer.

--

It took another ten minutes to actually get back on the road and on the very most left lane at Malik’s insistence. Traffic was as slow as ever, going about negative-something miles per hour by Altair’s educated estimate. He could even let the car roll forward without needing to brake for long periods of time.

Malik snorted, and Altair heard the seatbelt hiss into its holder. There was more clamoring in the back before Malik slotted himself between the driver and front passenger’s seat, resting over the armrest that divided them. For someone who was worried about cops and tickets, he didn’t seem to have a problem with distracting the driver by making out with him.

Pushing on the brake, Altair gave a half-hearted protest that was lost over Malik’s tongue sliding into his mouth. The sound dwindled into a soft whine, and Altair made up for the embarrassing noise by asserting himself with firmer kisses and nips around Malik’s mouth.

He knew for a fact that they were both perfectly capable of multitasking, especially when one or the other was involved. Still, he was a little taken aback when Malik drew back, bracing one hand between Altair’s legs on the seat to keep himself righted.

“Go,” Malik said, staring at Altair’s face thoughtfully – most likely contemplating where he would want to put his mouth next.

“I am going,” Altair said, miffed. “You’re the one who stopped!”

Malik rolled his eyes, gesturing to the road with a tilt of his head. “I mean catch up.”

Altair looked past Malik and saw that the car in front of them had moved ahead by a good thirty feet. Though he could have let the car roll forward, Altair gave the gas pedal a hard tap, grinning as Malik lurched against him and fell back over the steering wheel when Altair stopped, making the car honk in protest.

“Or, you know, I could not make out with you,” Malik huffed, annoyed. He propped himself up, but Altair moved close, foot firmly over the brake and hands even more firmly around Malik’s face.

Altair had to admit that the traffic moved more quickly with Malik leaning over his lap – sometimes too fast since Malik seemed determine to play the worst game of Red Light Green Light ever. He broke off to remind Altair to move the car, only to tell him a moment later to stop so he could resume attacking Altair’s mouth, and sometimes he didn’t bother saying anything at all, too busy leaving reddening wet marks down Altair’s neck.

Altair stirred in his seat, shifting under the simmering burn of Malik’s leisurely attentions. He glanced outside, watching the cars on the opposite road zoom past, and willed his body not to respond too much. It was never a high priority on Altair’s list to give a damn about what strangers thought of him, but he was glad that the laundry hamper on the passenger’s seat obscured most of the window, and he doubt anyone could even see the back seats with the furniture piled high inside. Altair supposed the driver in front of them might have looked in their rearview mirror by now, but at least the person was getting a good show.

Dragging out a quiet sigh from Altair, Malik tilted his head and smirked. Pleased with whatever he saw, he glanced over his shoulder at the lifting traffic, the car now moving at a more reasonable pace of twenty miles an hour and gaining speed.

“Just in time,” Malik said, his gaze falling to Altair’s lap with a pointed look.

Altair glared at him and kept his mouth shut tight, even as Malik delivered one last kiss that smacked loudly with a mocking mwah. The other man slinked back to his seat, collapsing into the messy heap of books, clothes, and furniture. A second later, Altair heard Malik’s seatbelt click and felt his knees digging behind him.

“Speed it up, novice.”

Annoyed, Altair drummed his fingers over the steering wheel. The traffic was moving at highway speed for once, but it wasn’t long until he found himself driving on the side of the road again, the gravel crunching loudly beneath them.

“What are you doing?“ Malik began, but stopped in confusion when Altair put the car in park and hit the emergency lights. He met Altair’s stare in the rearview mirror, and gave him a very unimpressed expression. “Altair, don’t even think about-“

But Altair was already unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing over into the backseat, knocking things aside as Malik drew his legs up to make room.

“Maybe I should let you drive since all you do is tell me how I should do it,” Altair said, slumping into the tiny space with a clatter of what wounded like kitchen utensils. He got as comfortable as he could in Malik’s lap and laughed when Malik refused to answer right away. Pressing against him, Altair noted that Malik wasn’t as unruffled was he appeared to be, eyes dark and cheeks turned ruddy and warm. He hummed.

“Fine,” Malik finally drawled, slinging his arm around Altair’s shoulders. “I’ll let you do the driving.”

Oh my goodness YES!!! More!!!

Sorry for all the exclamation points, but one just wasn't enough.

And ideas? Um...

1) They don't have all the POE, and one falls into Abstergo/Gentek hands, and it works on the virus, thus turning tides, until an epic, all out battle for control of said POE, and winner now controls the planet.

2) Alex fights Rikkin, nearly dies. Des has a, "NOOOO!" moment and fucks all sorts of shit up. Alex becomes the pseudo-ruler of Earth, with Des as his consort.

Umm... :D

I'd love to see this! But I also agree with the anon above. It isn't implausible that he would grow up without the ability to read, and above anon's idea that he might have a reading disorder makes sense.

I like this idea! Is there anybody that can get hold of forkinsocket? (I also think we need a discussion post. We all have a tendency to go off on tangents in the fill posts. >.>)

which is the one you don't like? *curious*

I think reposting the prompt after a month or two is totally okay- I have two ongoing fills, one of which I last updated in February and the other in December. Both fics are on the first part of the meme, so it's not like anyone can even leave comments to complain/encourage/beg for updates- and that makes the likelihood of some good samaritan writing a complete fill for either prompt practically nonexistent. I'd actually feel relieved if someone reprompted them or requested something similar, because even though I know I will finish those stories eventually, I have no idea when that's going to happen.

There are a lot more prompts than fills, but this is still a very small, fairly slow-moving kinkmeme- and I think people write more when there are more new prompts to get ideas going. So a disproportionate ratio of prompts to fills isn't necessarily a bad thing, and I think it's pretty common in other kinkmemes, too.

(Another anon suggested an adopt-a-fill thread, and I have to say I think it would be absolutely sketchy if someone wrote an ending to another anon's unfinished story. Unless it were someone I knew, who had asked first, I can't imagine feeling anything other than hurt and angry if someone did that. I'm definitely of the mind that no author is obligated to finish a story if they can't/don't want to. Sometimes a WIP doesn't get finished, and that's unfortunate, but it happens.)

I'm wondering if we shouldn't have a separate post for discussion threads, so that the community can hash out issues like this (or recommend fills or kinds of prompts, or kvetch about writing, or for anons to get together and chat un-anoned if they want to) without cluttering up the meme.

Maybe a rule for and adopt-a-fill thread could be that authors dump fics into them that they know they won't finish? That way there are no hurt feelings? I like the idea of a thread like this, but I don't think that it should be a free for all for people to "finish" off fic, unless they have permission to do so by an author. Fics are our babies, and even when we give up on them, we want to make sure that they are taken care of.

I also second the idea of a discussion post. I made the mention of it a long time ago, but it never went through. Maybe if someone gets hold of forkinsocket?

Oh, yes! Someone write this! We've already had a blind Altair fic, but I want more! XD

FFFFFF THIS IS SO ADORABLE AND HOT AND HILARIOUS AND BASICALLY EXACTLY WHAT I NEEDED TO READ RIGHT NOW ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Altair's flag collection and Malik being ever so slightly threatening with his arm around Altair's neck (hnnng) and then looking very attractive packed into the back seat and the best game of Red Light Green Light ever and "I'll let you do the driving" and and and

BASICALLY ILU AND I LOVE THIS and you should write more college student AU things because uh

it's awesome

(some day I will respond to something you write in a fashion that is coherent and sensible. THAT DAY IS NOT TODAY.)

There will be more of this, right?? I like the idea that the other anon made for the fic. Altair would be absolutely frantic if he lost track of Des. (And anybody decking Robert would be great, too.)

That's my opinion as Auth!anon too, but everyone's like "keep the music!" and I don't know how that'll fit in when I want to fuck with scenes.

So yeah. If I go that route, songs are pretty much out.

AU (because they're amazing.)

Desmond is currently fleeing and hiding from Abstergo [nothing new] in an underground hideout. He created a computer program named A.L.T.A.I.R (what it stands for can be up to you) to help him track Abstergo and hack into security among other things. Some strangers (Ezio, Malik, Leonardo, Kadar, Shaun? you pick) happen to stumble upon the entrance of his hideaway and are caught by A.L.T.A.I.R on camera and shown to Desmond. Desmond lets them come, to question them about what they're doing there and if they work with Abstergo. When he gets a "no" from them, and some rather snark remarks from Shaun, he allows them to stay for a while. (as long as they don't touch anything) He does, however, make A.L.T.A.I.R watch them and report anything back.

Possibilities:
- Abstergo does (or does not) find Desmond
- Someone makes a companion for A.L.T.A.I.R
- Romance
- General swearing
- Rebecca and Lucy popping in every once and a while

Necessary:
- A.L.A.I.R having a "human" form that comes up on the screen. (Clothing style is optional but required. That means no naked programs. ~~unless there's somehow some form of virtual sexy time (manage that and I will give you my f**king virginity.)~~ Go TRON if you have too.)
- Altair having a mixed voice (male and female overlapping) that comes on when something is "confirmed", "breached", "engaged", etc.
- Desmond being a bit peeved when it comes to Shaun... nothing new
- Desmond having a huge "computer" room (circular station with huge screens, lite up keyboards, robotic arms, wires everywhere, etc.)
- Somebody falling over said wires.
- Desmond having a helmet of a visor to help him "connect" to the computers to better "process" the data from A.L.T.A.I.R

(... LONG prompt... I'm sorry! T^T)

omg! Sorry! forgot to remove the HTML T^T

Here it is regular:

Desmond is currently fleeing and hiding from Abstergo [nothing new] in an underground hideout. He created a computer program named A.L.T.A.I.R (what it stands for can be up to you) to help him track Abstergo and hack into security among other things. Some strangers (Ezio, Malik, Leonardo, Kadar, Shaun? you pick) happen to stumble upon the entrance of his hideaway and are caught by A.L.T.A.I.R on camera and shown to Desmond. Desmond lets them come, to question them about what they're doing there and if they work with Abstergo. When he gets a "no" from them, and some rather snark remarks from Shaun, he allows them to stay for a while. (as long as they don't touch anything) He does, however, make A.L.T.A.I.R watch them and report anything back.

Possibilities:
- Abstergo does (or does not) find Desmond
- Someone makes a companion for A.L.T.A.I.R
- Romance
- General swearing
- Rebecca and Lucy popping in every once and a while

Necessary:
- A.L.A.I.R having a "human" form that comes up on the screen. (Clothing style is optional but required. That means no naked programs. unless there's somehow some form of virtual sexy time (manage that and I will give you my f**king virginity.) Go TRON if you have too.)
- Altair having a mixed voice (male and female overlapping) that comes on when something is "confirmed", "breached", "engaged", etc.
- Desmond being a bit peeved when it comes to Shaun... nothing new
- Desmond having a huge "computer" room (circular station with huge screens, lite up keyboards, robotic arms, wires everywhere, etc.)
- Somebody falling over said wires.
- Desmond having a helmet of a visor to help him "connect" to the computers to better "process" the data from A.L.T.A.I.R

YOU.

waaarg, THANKS<33 I am so glad you liked it because I was a little bit nervous and unsure about the fill, so I'm really hoping op would enjoy it.

As for other college AUs, I think you'd know that if I had it my way, it would only have them as roommates and basically Make Out City, Population: Malik and Altair, all day every day. The actual college part in the college AU would be NONEXISTENT.

(and someday i hope to write something that is worth a coherent and sensible response from you. but your comments are always lovely and wonderful<333 o3o)

*endless flailing*
Oh writeanon that was so fantastic and yummy! All of it yummy.

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Re: The Guild (4e/?)

De-Aged!Leonardo

Re: De-Aged!Leonardo

Re: De-Aged!Leonardo

AUTH!ANON ASKING OPINIONS

OP full of impatience

Re: What a twist!

Re: Ezio/Assassin Recruits

Re: AUTH!ANON ASKING OPINIONS

Backseat Driver [1/?]

Backseat Driver [2/2]

Re: Viral 22

Re: Ezio can't read.

Re: Views/ideas

Re: QUESTION to AC Kink Meme community:

Re: QUESTION to AC Kink Meme community:

Re: QUESTION to AC Kink Meme community:

Re: Turn a blind eye

Re: Backseat Driver [2/2]

Re: Volacious 5 [2/2]

Re: AUTH!ANON ASKING OPINIONS

Technologic

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writeanon

OP