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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.3
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MOAR CESARE/MICHELETTO PLZ.

Let's say Ezio had no mercy and killed Micheletto at the end of the whole 'save Lucrezia's actor bf' mission. And it made Cesare go really batshit crazy. Because his relationship with Micheletto somehow was the only thing to keep him sane.

+50 points for Cesare going berserk on whoever is around when they find Micheletto dead.
+100 points for MAJOR ANGST.
also, if Anon manages to somehow fit sexytimes in there (Cesare being totally OOC and reminiscing, idk.), Anon can haz the whole Internet.

Please, make this happen.

Holy-
What is this.
...I think I like it. No, I know I like it.
Fuck, someone fill this before I die over here or something.

(don't ask where this idea came from please)

Altair always acted arrogant and brash, but what if it was all a cover? What happens if Altair had a secret that he kept from the other master assassins and even Al Mualim?

Altair takes care of the younger soon-to-be assassin recruits (aka children) and the novices. Everyone who he takes care of is sworn to secrecy and to not show their abilities until they are masters. Mostly because he is worried to what would happen if anyone found out about it. So Altair does everything that the other assassins fail to do. Praise them, help them, and basically teach them everything from cooking to even writing and decoding.

Altair has managed to do this for years, long before he was a master assassin himself. He has help however, from Rauf and Kadar when he is not busy playing the part of a journeyman and role of younger brother. Now, Al Mualim has (in an act of OOC nature) grown worried from the lack of Novices at the fortress. He in turn called Malik and Kadar to search as Altair is currently out of reach and in the city. Kadar doesn't want to agree but Malik jumps to the answer before he can voice his. They set out a few days later, when the novices are on the move. However, Kadar warned them that they had a mission to follow them. They in turn split apart, going everywhere but their "home".

As such the mission is a failure, but Al Mualim does not like failures so he makes them continue until they succeed.

- If that happens or not is up to Author!Anon

-If it does happen:
Altair swears Malik to secrecy, who in turn demands answers. While most are answered, some are not and it infuriates him. Malik swears that he'll tell Al Mualim if he doesn't, but ends up surrounded by the Novices. He eventually gives up and says he won't tell, but that isn't good enough for the Novices and they suggest that he helps out when he has the time. As Altair and Rauf, and the novices, don't always have the time to watch over the place. Malik reluctantly agrees, and as such is shown the ways of their home.

- Malik continue to help is allowed, along with him leaving afterwards.

But eventually they are found out by a master assassin (Abbas) and forced to tell the truth. Altair's real self resurfaces, the overprotective "mother" complex. (Mostly because it seems women are more dangerous when it comes to someone harming their children.) The house is able to say up and running, but some of the more arrogant master assassins are prone to bad mouthing the place...

+Rules+
~ Altair playing the Mother AND Father (is Rauf does not cover this) figures to the Novices and Children
~ The home have a garden where gardening and relaxation can happen
~ The home has a medical ward for the novices and children to learn to be doctors so they can help teammates on the field.
~ Altair have a cover, as a man and a woman, to go into the city without being found out.
~ Romance is allowed if you want, but it is not forced.
~ (if found out) The Novices becoming annoyed when someone who was not raise like them bad mouths their home.
~ Kadar doesn't die because he's been trained much better and has more skills.
~ Abbas harassing Altair and Rauf more then normal.
~ The novices "getting back" at Abbas (aka pranking.)
~ Altair's "woman" cover works a bit too well for his tastes. (in other words: Hand groping, pick-up lines, staring, etc.)

Too effing cute, op! Need this as of yesterday.

I'm glad it amused you OP! The world always needs more Cesare/Micheletto and Micheletto/Cesare. Writing embarrassed-speechless!Micheletto made me LOL. (Not to mention cum-on-his-face!Cesare...xD)

I've never had any idea of what was going on in that picture, but 5-some is what came to my mind, too.

~~lol why no executioner love? :<~~

It's not what you think it is.

Okay, so - a recruit has been sent on a mission to gather information/assassin a target. But the only way to get close to said target is for the recruit to disguise themselves as a courtesan. So the courtesans and the recruit are sent to a "private party" for the target, and sexy dancing and flirting ensues. The recruit has been purposely eying the target all night, and is sure that they will be taken back to a nice room where they can properly interrogate/kill the target.

Cue Cesare demanding that the recruit come with him instead.

Now, the recruit's been made an offer they can't refuse, so they go ahead with Cesare expecting some kinky noncon shit to go down, but instead, they get passionate and somewhat gentle sex, which confuses them greatly. They spend the night with Cesare, talking and cuddling and whatnot. In the morning, they are free to leave and question their Brotherhood's perception of the man.

So basically, I want a romance - yes, a romance - between an assassin recruit and Cesare. I don't care that it's totally OOC for Cesare, I want it ;___;

Bonus points for:

- the recruit wearing some sort of Middle Eastern belly dancer outfit thing
- Cesare instinctually knowing that something isn't right with his lover, but this is exactly why he picked the recruit out of all the others
- Lucrezia finding out and being mad jelly
- Cesare and the recruit having heated philosophical debates

Whether the recruit is male or female and if the recruit's allegiance is ever revealed is up to anon.

It started out simply enough. So benign and insignificant, it hadn't even been worth noting.

The Animus had overheated again, and according to Rebecca, something had shorted out. Lately, they had been going at the Animus sessions nonstop, working at a fever pitch. This little hiccup translated into an involuntary break for them; at the time, tension had been so high that no one could possibly focus on anything else. Everyone was irritated.

Lucy was hunched over her keyboard at her desk, fingers moving rapidly over the keys. Shaun suspected that she had been retyping the same paragraph for the past twenty minutes, because every so often, her fingers would pause, and she'd let out a disgusted sigh before giving the backspace key a long, violent jab. By the Animus, or rather, in the Animus, Rebecca had her head and hands in the wiring of Baby, swearing to herself and making a great deal of noise; tools were clanging, something would spark, and Rebecca would let loose strings of curses Shaun hadn't even know she knew.

Desmond, as far as Shaun could tell, just seemed to be walking in circles. He has his backpack slung across his shoulder, as if he planed on going for a run, but he just walked the perimeter of the sanctuary over and over, peering cautiously around Lucy's desk, lifting and moving things on various tables, mostly just getting his greasy fingerprints everywhere. Shaun watched him out of the corner of his eye, finding all the movement really fucking distracting as he tried to compile data, but couldn't seem to manage it.

When the brunette came to Shaun's desk, inviting himself to look under stacks of documents, the Brit rounded on him.

"Fucking hell, Desmond, can I fucking help you, or were you just planning on pawing through all my shit?" Shaun snapped.

Desmond looked up to scowl at him. "I'm looking for-" He began, but he cut himself off, making a vague hand motion. Shaun blinked.

"What?"

Desmond heaved an irritated sigh. "For... Shit, for, you know," He said, his frown deepening, forehead wrinkling as he tried to get the word out. Shaun watched Desmond with a flat expression, arms crossed over his chest. Desmond gestured towards his ear, starting to look quite frustrated that the word wouldn't come to him. "Jesus, for... Fuck, what is it, it's..."

"Earpiece?" Shaun offered in a monotone. Desmond's eyes widened a fraction and he nodded.

"Yes! My earpiece," He said, almost enthusiastically. Shaun practically snarled with irritation.

"For fuck's sake," He snapped, leaning back in his chair and rolling his eyes up to the vaulted ceilings. "Has it yet occurred to you to check under that useless pile of shit of yours? Bloody fucking moron."

Shaun vaguely recalled having seen Desmond shed it and drop it next to his sleeping bag the morning before, where it had quickly disappeared under a pile of discarded clothes before Desmond had gone to bed. The pile of dirty clothes was still there in Desmond's little corner, and, low and behold, when Desmond shuffled irritably to the pile and pushed dirty jeans and shirt aside... There it was. Sitting on the ground. Exactly where he had left it.

Desmond shot Shaun a glare and what might have been a 'thanks, dick,' before snatching it up and slipping out of the sanctuary and into the cool night.

Oh God so much ANGST

I had no idea the book put some backstory in for Abbas. Now I actually kind of want to read it.

The next few days passed without incident. Within a few hours, Rebecca had managed to get the Animus up and running again, and Desmond went back to his endless hours in the machine. Everyone was exhausted, both mentally and physically, and hours blurred together rather swiftly.

Still, Desmond usually found time between sessions and sleep to run about outside. Lucy didn't much like how often Desmond risked it, but she didn't say anything to Desmond, knowing that it was his only reprieve. Everyone seemed to be busy, and tired. When they did speak to each other at length, it wasn't uncommon for all of them to pause mid-sentence, trying to find the word they were looking for for a minute before they were able to continue. Desmond did it more often then the rest of them, but none of them had been concerned, reasoning that Desmond was probably the most exhausted with all the time he spent in the Animus.

It took them a few days before they realized that something really was wrong.

Rebecca had ducked out of the sanctuary to fetch them dinner at the local restaurant, and returned victorious, carrying several plastic bags filled with styrofoam takeout boxes. Lucy, who had been the one minding the Animus while Desmond was working through a new memory sequence, pulled the man out so they could all eat together, for once.

Once on his feet, Desmond was swarming the table where Rebecca was laying out the food, ravenous like the rest of them. He smiled gratefully when she handed him a takeout box. "Thanks, um--"

Desmond suddenly froze. The smile dropped from his face, and his eyes widened. Rebecca quirked a brow at him, puzzled, but Desmond's mouth had shut with an audible click of teeth, and he was staring at Rebecca. She frowned at him, looking concerned. "Des?"

Shaun and Lucy both turned to look at Desmond. He was suddenly pale, opening his mouth to speak. "Uh..." He began again, voice trembling, but trailed off. It took several long seconds before they all realized what was happening.

Desmond couldn't remember Rebecca's name.

The horror dawned on all of them slowly. It was one thing to misplace a word in exhaustion, but to forget someone's name? Someone you spent nearly every waking hour with, day after day, week after week? Even Desmond looked frightened. The silence was deafening, and after about fifteen seconds of it, Shaun couldn't stand it any longer. He cleared his throat, taking a box off the table, and speaking with a forced, casual tone. "Thank you, Rebecca."

Another second passed. Desmond, still looking pale, set down his food slowly. He turned, grabbing his backpack on his way out of the sanctuary.

Lucy, Rebecca and Shaun exchanged worried looks.

I hope I can do this prompt justice. Of the humorous kind, especially since other!anon has written an excellent serious prompt. :D

Seventh day of infection confirmed on Manhattan. Forty percent of the population was infected. Alex changed back into himself, looking around briefly before pushing open the door and walking in—only to find Dana on the couch with a military man. He growled, summoning his claws, and Dana popped up, waving her hands wildly.

“Whoa, whoa! Hold up, Alex!”

“What is the military—”

“He’s not a part of the military!” The man rose, looking horrified. To think he had even been touching his sister was a ridiculous thought to entertain. “He’s the bartender of the bar I frequented before all of this. He’s been looking for me for a while now.”

“How do I know he’s not going to betray us?”

“Look,” Dana said, putting her hands on her hips and popping her hip out as she rested her weight on one arm, “he’s a good man. He jumped a military man to take his uniform so he could climb up here without hassle.”

He knew he had lost this argument as soon as she did that. That didn’t mean he approved of him yet. Alex studied him closely. The man looked about ready to shit his pants.

“When did you meet him?”

“Four years ago, he came with me here, and we were living in the apartment together on his paycheck while I went to NYU.”

“Where did he work?”

“At the bar, duh.”

“Why is he here?”

“I told you: he’s been looking for me.”

“He could be Infected. Besides, he works as a bartender.”

“Just leave him alone. He’s with me.”

“He could be—”

“Alex. You’re scaring him. Put those damn things away.”

He reluctantly let his claws retract, but he was pleased to see that he was still afraid.

“There. Besides, he’s keeping me company. Better than you—always off and about doing whatever the hell you’re doing.”

“I always stay for meals, and—”

“I know: I know. Finding out who did that to you, but you gotta listen to me, Alex. I’m fucking bored. The power’s out; I can’t go outside, and the man I’ve been dating for four years found me.”

“How did he pick you out of everyone in a bar?”

“She wouldn’t stop pestering me and the other women who wanted by attention. She seemed fun and—”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” he said, effectively shutting the man up.

“Look, I was covering a story, stopped by for a drink, and his cynical personality and paranoia reminded me of you. Thankfully, I was able to rub off on him, and he’s no longer like you.”

“She’s a great woman—”

“Shut up,” Alex said.

This man was going to get on his nerves. Her “boyfriend” drew himself up slightly, a determined look in his eyes.

“I’m not going to. I’m not going to let you scare me off. Like you said: in this uniform, I could rat to the military on this place.”

Alex’s eyes narrowed, and his fingers curled into fists.

“I’m going to keep her company while all this shit is going on, whether you like it or not. And I’ll blow up any fucking… thing… that tries to get in here.”

He frowned. “You can’t. You’re not strong enough.”

The man snarled. “I don’t care. I’ll go down fighting to protect her.”

He felt a smirk crawl onto his lips. “Even if you have to fight me?”

“Even if I have to fight you, Zeus. You’re not invincible.”

“Is that so?”

“Hard to fight, but not invincible,” the man growled. “And I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. He was certainly stubborn enough. Perhaps he could give this man a run for his money.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning on spending the night.”

Dana sighed. “I’m not sending him back out there.”

“You’re joking,” he said, giving her a hard onceover.

“No,” she replied, touching her face in an exasperated manner, “I’m not.”

He stared at the man, who was trembling, but no less willing to fight. Alex’s eyes narrowed, and he turned to leave. He stopped when he heard Dana speak.

“Look, Alex, I’m set here, okay? He’ll keep me company while you go and do… whatever it is you do as a virus—I mean: I know that you don’t need regular food, and that you do stay for meals, but I just need someone to keep me from going fucking crazy with all this shit.”

Alex's gotta do something during those time skips... so... why not have him have dinner with his sister? 8D

I feel so bad for Dessie already... He needs a hug...

He shrugged. “Fine. But no leaving. There’s infected water towers all around your house.”

“We need more food. Some chicken might be nice, since all ours spoiled.”

“I’ll bring you some non perishable foods, since the power’s out.”

He hopped out of the apartment and decided that, perhaps, tonight he could stay a while and have dinner with his sister and her boyfriend—just to see what he was like. Of course, it wasn’t as if staying for dinner with his sister was something new: he had stayed over plenty for a meal, even if dead matter didn’t do anything for him. He had found out a lot about himself, and Dana enjoyed the company during the meals. Most of the hours he spent searching were aimless wandering, and he didn’t usually have a lead but was in the process of trying to find one.

He leapt into a ruined Target, taking his time as he strolled through. The displays were largely untouched, the food mostly still fresh from the still intact power lines. He paused briefly over the cauliflower, wondering how their power lines were up, but not Dana’s. He browsed through, plenty of memories of doing the exact same thing in a million different lives converging into a million different thoughts and processes. He picked out a gasoline burner and other various things from the camping section. A new set of sheets (she’d probably need some new ones, as much as he hated to admit it), some nice pillows, and then he realized it wasn’t going to fit and fetched a shopping cart. He threw in the pillows and the sheets, the food and the cooker, and briefly wondered if he was being domesticated. He scowled at the thought. He grabbed some of those snack cakes and chips he knew she liked, and some extra small condoms—no point in being unprepared. And if that man was going to bed his sister, she’d better not become pregnant with an infected baby. (Thankfully, he knew the children couldn’t handle the virus and died.) He rubbed his nose as he threw in a pack of cards and some gambling chips, several books, and a crap ton of new clothes. He wasn’t going to let that man run around in virus-infected clothing. Fetching a second cart, he filled it with bottled water and any kind of juice that didn’t need refrigerating. He wasn’t going to let her consume infected water, and she couldn’t wash her clothes, so no telling how many clean clothes she would need. He blamed the need to care for his sister on his old memories and the memories of the millions of people who had siblings they cared for.

Finally, he turned into the woman he had just eaten that morning, and pushed the carts into the streets. He got several bewildered stares from the military—and an offer for help, which he accepted just because it was awkward pushing two carts at once, and got a military escort back to Dana’s building. He thanked them profusely, and once they vanished, he carried the first up to the top, then the other, and knocked on the door.

The man answered with a, “You’re back all ready?”

He snarled. “Let me in.”

He pushed the two carts into the small apartment room, and Dana’s eyebrows shot up.

“Nice haul there.”

“Since you had extra company, you needed some other things. You’d never forgive me if I ate him as a snack, and you’re the only family I have who can give me answers.”

“I knew you’d come around,” she mumbled as she started digging, throw the sheets at the man and the pillows on the bed. “Fuck, this is great.”

“These sheets are pretty good for a Target brand,” the man murmured. “Those others are disgusting anyway.”

“Yeah, well—”

“We didn’t have the choice. This whole apartment could use a renovation, really,” the man said, stripping down the bed. “At least he picked a bright color for the sheets.”

Dana snorted, and Alex raised an eyebrow. She looked at her brother. “He’s more of a woman than I am.”

“There’s not much of a woman in you,” the man called, and Dana tossed a pillow at him, catching him in the head, and he yelped, grinned lopsided (and rather charming, Alex would concede), and threw the pillow back at her. She growled playfully and tossed it back at him, which he deflected to land on the bed.

“Nice clothes! Did you get any—oh! Here they are.”

“Nice clothes! Did you get any—oh! Here they are.”

She pulled the food out of the cart and set it in the fridge and shelves, shoving the water against the walls as she put the nonperishable foods in the cupboard and the juices in the fridge. The man had changed the sheets and thrown the other people’s clothes in a heap on the floor, hanging up what he could, and storing the rest on top of the miniscule closet. He watched the man gesture.

“Can you get rid of these?”

“Consider it done,” he murmured as he put them in the old bed sheets.
Dana laughed at the box of condoms. “Sorry, Alex, but you’ve got the wrong size.”

“There’s an extra, extra small?” Alex said coolly, and the man came over, scowling at the box. “I wouldn’t know.”

“That’s because you’d rather eat the dick before you shove yours—”

He rolled his eyes when Dana bumped hips with her lover. “Just stuff it.”

“You gonna give me reason to?”

She grinned, and Alex frowned, earning a smile from the man as he leaned in and kissed her gently, cupping her cheek. She chuckled as she pulled back, only to have him kiss her nose.

“You’re a fucking hopeless romantic,” she said, pulling out the cards.

“I warned you,” he said, stealing another kiss from her.

Alex wanted to puke biomatter all over this man.

When they were finished unpacking, he took the carts off—after crushing them with his genetically enhanced arms just to scare her boyfriend, and it worked. As he carried the bundle of cloth and metal, he heard Dana say, “His name is Desmond, for future reference.”

Is shot This has probably got to be one of the more ridiculous things I've written. I've all ready got the military gossiping like hens later on. T.T Are you sure you want more of my incredible lameness?

Captcha: "what nuateloo" I dunno what nuateloo, Captcha. D: That's probably where this prompt came from.

*wide eyed*

This is why I love this place. So many awesome ideas.

I have a feeling female recruit would pose less logistical problems (due to anti-homosexual laws/era/stuff) but that's exactly why it would be neat to see it with a male recruit.

Hm... Captcha, this isn't math class. Don't ask what the limit is as n approaches infinity. It makes my brain hurt trying to remember.

agreed ;u;

Paternal!Altair is a very beautiful thing. Make it happen.

SWEET JESUS. OP and Firstpost!Anon, you guys totally win for having seen that movie. Having said that, totally thirding the shit out of this.

I really want to give you a thoughtful comment about all the things I like about how this is developing.

But my brain, she is ded from squish.

So instead I'll just clap like a happy seal and make incoherent noises of excitement at you!

yeeeeeeeeee!!! :D

OMG MARRY ME. <3

With the arm! And the deja vu! And-and...everything! I don't have enough words to describe my emotions right now, aside from EVERYTHING IS THIS FIC AND NOTHING HURTS.

I'll just be flailing about in the background, awaiting more. Don't mind me.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOGMG this prompt is AWESOME!! Oh yessss, I love this place for the awesome ideas. This is such an interesting plot, my heart rate increased just reading the description. 0_o So cool. Drool drool drool, it could even work with Cesare being borderline IC, maybe suspecting the recruit is a plant and just manipulating them by doing a total mind screw.

I also kind of think a female recruit would work better, but at the same time, it's Cesare Borgia and if he wants to throw a private kinky gay sexparty for his buddies (or even daddy's less scrupulous cardinals XD), he can damn well do whatever he wants. Considering the corruption and shit these people got up to I wouldn't find it that hard to believe a story with a male recruit ;)

I would love to do this, but if I claimed it I probably wouldn't finish it because I suck like that. D:

Oh man. You're doing a really great job of capturing the horror of slowly realizing there's something seriously wrong with someone- this is great, if already kind of heartbreaking. Really looking forward to seeing more of it.

above Anon again, whee, in my excitement I just totally didn't read your comment about "that's exactly why it would be awesome to see a male recruit" properly asdfasdfkjlkj sorry ._.

OH AND, the OP's thing about heated philosophical debates. FFFF YES PLEASE

~Excitable!Anon

Ouch, anon, this was really, really painful to read- but very well done. I'm kind of really glad you posted the different ending, because the first one was in danger of making me cry.

Will you be continuing this at all?

Exactly why I leave the choice up to anon - it's easier if you choose to write a female, but this is an instance where I feel writing a male would actually be original for this kink meme, hurr hurr. Besides, everyone loves mansex.

And whichever gender anon chooses to write, I'll most likely take a crack at the other because this prompt has been swimming in the back of my head and it won't leave me alone and let me finish the huge fucking backlog of fills I have. D:

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Filling In The Empty Place

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Re: OP ('Blown' writeanon)

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Cesare/Assassin Recruit

Losing Touch [1/?]

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Losing Touch [2/?]

Assassin's Type of Viral Romance in a ... Fuck Titles

I hope I can do this prompt justice. Of the humorous kind, especially since other!anon has written an excellent serious prompt. :D

Alex's gotta do something during those time skips... so... why not have him have dinner with his sister? 8D

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Upside-Down Adversity 2

Upside-Down Adversity 2.5

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