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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.3
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☃ 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!

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#2 (Livejournal) Archive
(Delicious.com) Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
Part 1
Part 2
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Part 5
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The other anon here. STOP putting words in my mouth. I never said that I expect other people to do this and that. I'm just going to quote my other post:

"Ah no, I never had a problem with the idea of closing the prompts for a while. I do understand it and I already said it might work. I just didn't like the attitude of one of the anons here and was also trying to ease the stress of filling the prompts by telling that not everyone of the prompters expect every one of them to get filled. For me it's also just offering new ideas for writers and other prompters and whether they go fot it or not is up to them. But yeah, I'm not against this idea. Just didn't like the tone of some people."

What you were nagging about there sounded close to kink shaming for me since it was like you were saying that some prompts are not worthy to be posted here. It's unnecessary to attack against people like that. Makes them feel unwelcome. Yeah, we may all agree that the prompt-fill-ratio is getting too much and so we do something about it but there's absolutely no need to start sprouting offensive things about how the prompters are killing the meme with their "needless brainfarts". And once again: I never said I expect you to be able to tell apart which anon cares about getting their prompts filled and which not. Actually, I DO care if they get filled. It makes me happy but I if they don't, I ALSO won't start bitching about it since I know that my ideas don't inspire everyone. By telling my views about the meme, I wanted to easy some of the stress of the fillers. This indeed is an outlet for many people where they can share ideas and not everyone of them have some huge tamtrum if their prompts don't get filled.

Yeah because they did that to the off-topic threads in part two? It's not going to happen, and now there's enough comments that I could have read about three really long fics in the space that this bs is taking up, and it's still going.

This is simply incredible, anon. :D This is everything I wanted and more. I positively love how Sedici just wanted to keep Desmond there. Those nasty smirks and wicked smiles? You painted a great portrait of Sedici. Thank you so much for my fill. That last line is so great, and I love how easily Sedici lied about Shaun and Rebecca coming to save him and how he'd wake up when he was safe. You are amazing, anon. This fic is the BEST.

Hrmmm plotbunnies have invaded my mind, and I'm interested in making a short story.

Following the Assassino across the rooftops was an exercise in timing, intuition and patience. Some days Il Lupo would be lucky, and manage to keep just in step. Today had seemed like it would be one of those days.

He cursed quietly under his breath and slowly climbed down to the dirt rut that masqueraded as a street in this part of Roma. He crouched near the muddy part of the crossroad, hoping for a clear sign. For a man who dressed in white, he could be quite difficult to track. Il Lupo hoped someday to be able to emulate such skill.

The moon gleamed coldly in the sky; giving the tracks he spied strange shadows and deforming their dimensions. Even gently tracing the outlines with a forefinger gave him no clearer sign, and he gave a small sigh of defeat. Neither Baltazar nor Fiora would be well pleased at his lack of progress. They did not understand that being trained in the methods of the Assassins is not enough to track and spy on a Master more akin to a wraith than a man.

Wiping the traces of mud off his glove on the edge of his boot, Il Lupo stood and turned in the direction of the docks. A small metallic click was his only warning.

He yelps as his back is slammed against the wall of one of the houses, his left arm pinned behind him by a weight forcing all breath from his chest. A drop of water lands on his collarbone and he tries to kick out at his attacker, but the weight on him forces him higher against the wall until his toes can barely touch the ground and black spots dance in front of his eyes. He is almost certain he can hear his bones creaking.

“What is a well-dressed young man such as you doing in this part of Roma? Don’t you know there are dangerous men about at this hour?”

The voice is husky, deep, and mocking, and Il Lupo wants to growl and snap but can manage only a wheeze. In defiance of his helplessness, he gives a sharp flick of his head to flip his hood up so he can see his attacker, and the squeak he would have given thankfully only comes out as a higher pitched gasp.

A white hood is the first thing he sees; close enough he can make out the weave of the fabric even in the shadows cast by the taller house across the little alleyway. The tip of a nose and a lightly bearded chin are barely visible, an old scar cutting through the dark hair. Il Lupo looks a little further down to see the Assassino’s infamous hidden blade resting against the hollow of his throat, and realizes that there was no drop of water. Just the cold tip of steel ready to end him.

“I-I was…” A story, he needs a story quickly. His eyes stay fixed on the casing strapped to the underside of the intricately filigreed bracer as his mind races in circles. “My friend, Augustino, he lives near here. I was going to visit him. Please, I have a little money…”

The knee to his gut comes utterly without warning, and the arm holding him to the wall does not waver. “And do you normally travel to visit friends over the rooftops?”

He wants to scream, so badly. Most of his mind is gibbering in a panic, but his instinct is sharp and keen, and will not let him die so easily. “Trying to… keep in shape… for the races…” He gasps out, wanting to curl around the aches in his torso but that sharp point against his throat keeps his head back against the wall.

For a bare moment he entertains the thought of using his one free hand to reach for his rapier, even knowing he would never make it in time.

“Races, you say?” The deep voice is still mocking, and Il Lupo grits his teeth around his wheezes for air. “And is it also good practice to follow me across much of Roma?”

He swears he can actually feel his heart stop. A lightening of the oppressive weight allows him a hissing gasp of air, and his chest thunders with his renewed heartbeat. He knows. The Assassino knows, and here is Il Lupo at his mercy.

The spots in front of his eyes lessen, and allow him to look up at the shadows where the Assassino’s eyes must be. His mind is quiet now, and he can feel the strain in his left arm and the outline of his own less elegant hidden blade pressing against his spine.

“Yes.”

The chuckle is nearly soundless, given away by the slight shaking of armoured shoulders. Il Lupo feels his mouth curling into a cruel smirk, and relaxes in the Assassino’s iron hold.

“How long have you been following me?”

Il Lupo blinks slowly, deliberately, and licks his still smirking lips before he answers. “When did you first notice me following you?”

“Who do you work for?”

“Templars.” His breath is speeding back up again. “And you? I’ve heard you’re just the attack dog; your master’s pet murderer.”

The Assassino does not react to his taunts. “Give me the names of your masters.”

“Give me the names of yours.” He counters, and the little frown under the Assassino’s hood makes him shrink back against the solid wall.

“You are brazen. If your skills had not impressed me, you would be dead already.”

A jolt of energy zips through Il Lupo’s body, and he can’t help the shiver as it works its way from his head down to his toes. A feeling of pride curls in his belly and swells up to thicken his throat. “I am self-taught.”

“Not wholly, I think.” The hood shifts slightly, and Il Lupo can almost feel the considering look moving over his shadowed face. “You employ the techniques of Assassins, you ape our equipment and our dress. Why work for the Templars? What does it gain you?”

Despite being able to breathe near-freely, he cannot help but gasp for air. His skin feels flushed and the tickle of the blade against his collarbone sends tiny shivers up and down his spine. “Let us say that it is a philosophical agreement.”

“You agree with them? You believe that the whole world should bow to a few men unquestioningly?” Il Lupo shrugs as best he can.

“I believe that most people are too stupid to know what’s best for them. I believe that there are monsters out there that do not deserve to exist, and I believe that the Templars have a solution.” All true, and all said with the force of complete conviction. The Assassino is unmoved.

“What about the other people? The innocents just trying to live their lives?”

“They and their families would be safe. Is that not what every person wants?”

“But safety at the expense of choice? How can that be considered just?”

Il Lupo snarls and presses himself back further into the wall since he cannot move forward. “Just?! People long ago entrusted their betters with justice and matters of law, how would this be any different?”

“Because leaders should not wield utter control over their subjects. There has to be consensus, and balance. Without, there is only corruption. How can you trust that your Templar masters will do what is best for the people? They have not done very well so far.”

Doubt creeps in, but he must hold strong to his ideals. “The Borgia are only one family.”

“But how many can rule in your perfect world? How can you trust that, whoever does end up the puppet master, they will have the best interests of the puppets in mind and not simply take everything for themselves?”

His tongue sits thick and heavy in his mouth, and he has to swallow twice before he could answer. “The nobility have acted thusly for centuries. People would not even notice a difference.”

A small smirk appears under the peak of the white hood, and he tries harder to blend with the stone at his back. “The people would not be capable of noticing anything. Their minds would be not their own, after all.”

Another, harder swallow. “Then we shall have to agree to disagree.”

“Indeed.”

The white hood tilts to the side and Il Lupo grit his teeth tighter as the point of the hidden blade traced up to the underside of his chin. He’d been able to ignore the press of the Assassino’s torso and legs against his own, but now that he was about to die he closed his eyes and relished in the sensation of a live body next to his own. It had been so long since he had touched another without the intent to kill.

The moment stretched, and Il Lupo licked his lips. He wasn’t sure when they’d fallen open. His toes ached from standing on them, and his left arm was completely numb from his shoulder down. He could feel the edge of the blade tracing small circles against his skin, and he could not hold back another full-body shiver.

Il Lupo opened his eyes as the hidden blade traced a line up over his jaw and came to rest against his cheek. He dared not turn his head, but he could see the Assassino’s fingers grip the edge of his hood and start to draw it back.

He couldn’t help his flinch, and his free right hand was holding back the cold bracer before his brain could catch up. His eyes were now un-shadowed, and fully exposed to the Assassino. He tried hard to school his expression, but the lust and panic were a volatile combination.

The press of the arm against his chest, the legs blocking his own, the blade against his cheek. He hadn’t even noticed how hard he was until he bucked against the muscled thigh. He couldn’t even feel ashamed of the high pitched moan that followed. One more grinding thrust against the man who was about to kill him, and Il Lupo’s eyes rolled back into his head as he came.

Seconds, maybe minutes passed before Il Lupo came back to himself, his body limp and twitching and entirely held up by the Assassino. He idly wondered if he’d shocked the man, and his little pants turned into breathless laughter. He released his tight grip on the bracer, and tried to remember when he’d hooked his left leg around the Assassino’s hip.

Il Lupo looked up to meet the Assassino’s shadowed gaze, and laughed even harder at the sight of the man’s mouth gaping open. He attempted a lascivious smile, but it ended up more relaxed and pleased. “Are you going to kill me now?”

The Assassino actually had to shake his head, and his chin tipped as he likely looked down to make certain that it had actually happened. The growing damp stain on the front of his breeches gave testimony.

“It seems you’re speechless. An accomplishment, I’m sure.” Il Lupo trembled as the Assassino’s focus moved back up to his face, and his cock twitched hopefully against the wet spot he’d made. That little frown was back and more intense than before.

A twist and a shove, and suddenly Il Lupo had his front grinding into the wall. His legs had been kicked apart and his arms were pinned above his head. He cut off a pained howl as his left arm throbbed, and thrashed back against the body pinning him when he felt his hood settle against the back of his neck.

“How?” Came the low, throaty hiss as the hidden blade was pressed to his ribs, stopping the thrashing and coaxing a low moan instead. “How can this excite you so?”

He whimpered and pressed his forehead hard against the wall, trying to hide his face from his enemy. The Assassino’s armour scraped against his back mercilessly, and when he gave a moment’s thought to what might be pressed into his lower back Il Lupo couldn’t help but grind against the immovable body behind him.

“Tell me who you work for.” He could feel the lips moving against the shell of his ear, the rasp of that dark beard against his neck. It took him a while to recognize the needy mewling noises filling the alley as his own.

“Tell me,” The Assassino cajoled in a reasonable tone. “And I’ll give you what you want.” Il Lupo nearly bit through his lower lip trying to hold back the answer.

The blade against his ribs slowly slid downward, fingertips trailing over cloth in its wake and leaving a lingering path on his skin which burned. Il Lupo couldn’t keep his mouth shut, but instinct muzzled his voice and no words passed his lips. Only embarrassing gasps and moans, whines and squeaks as the flat of the blade came to rest against his hip, the Assassino’s hand pressed overtop of it.

“Tell me.” The Assassino whispered, his voice dropping to a growl lower than any before, and Il Lupo knew that if he hadn’t cum before, that voice alone would’ve done it.

“B-B-Balthazar d-de Silva. A barber. C-Cesare’s spy. Please!” He pleaded and writhed helplessly in the Assassino’s hold. “P-please!”

The Assassino laughed quietly against the side of Il Lupo’s neck. “Very well.”

Il Lupo shouted as the Assassino ground slowly against his ass, turned the hidden blade to press the edge against his waist and bit down hard on the nape of his neck. For a long instant, the world was perfectly still as he drowned in the sensations of danger and pain and the larger, powerful body pressing him into unyielding stone. Then the Assassino growled quietly and twitched, and Il Lupo came so hard he saw stars.

By the time he was capable of taking in the world again, the Assassino was already gone. He caught his breath crumpled against the side of a house in the dirt and mud, his cum already drying his breeches uncomfortably to his skin. When he could finally control his legs enough to stand he flinched at the aches and pain of his arm, chest and feet. He stumbled across the alley to lean against a shuttered window, not looking back as he brushed off his clothes.

Once his legs and his breathing were steady again, he mounted the windowsill and climbed nimbly to the rooftop. From the position of the moon there was only two hours before dawn, and he still needed to report in. He grimaced as a wet spot brushed against his ass and tried to wipe the mud away, but his glove came away smelling not of mud. Hesitantly, he lifted his fingers to his lips and took a small taste. One last full-body shudder broke out, and a small grunt of longing.

Perhaps his report could wait another day. He wasn’t very presentable currently, even to a former-courtesan and a spy.

You've gotten your anons mixed up. I stopped responding awhile ago. And while we're talking about words being put in people's mouth, I never once said or implied anyone "wasn't worthy". Please stop saying that.

Hello, first of all I wanted to say that I have been lurking for some time now - and I deeply love each and every minute of it. You guys are awesome :P

Having that out, I wanted to make a request myself. What I want is Altair (could be Ezio if dear Writer!Anon SOMEHOW makes it work). But not just any Altair - a Dark!Altair. You know, in almost every story he is just so huggable that I cannot fathom how a serious-no-bullshit Assassin could fall that low... Oh I love it, like I said before - but it leaves me carving for some darkish themes. Assassins should not be huggable they should be feared :D

I leave it up to the anon!

Also if anyone wants some Desmond torturing I can take up writing something, as I need an excuse to channel my inner kinks. And I'll be without Internet for two whole days so I'll have something to do! Anyone wants something written? Post your idea and I'll make somethin' up :D

alaksfjglakfdjgiadjgiaoerjgAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! *more incoherent screaming and flailing*

OHFUCK. Not OP but this was so PERFECTLY what I wanted to read that I wish this had been my prompt. I fucking LOVE Il Lupo and the way you wrote him is very in line with my tastes. (I really didn't prompt this so how could you hit ALL my favorite kinks?!?!)

*bows*

Yeah, that said, I'll be in my bunk...

Immortal Beloved
I decided to go with the title OPanon gave this.
I hope this turns out to be what OPanon wanted, and though he/she said not to have Leonardo, I figured he/she meant not as object of Ezio's affections in the letters.
Detective Leonardo is a little kink I support myself.

1.

The brilliant Tuscan sun put a warm glow on the ash blonde hair of the painter. Well painting is what he was known for, the man was known by certain people as a brilliant inventor and experimenter. Not that his paintings weren't any good, it's just that he enjoyed finding as much out as possible. And with that he meant everything. Every piece of information gave him great joy, a feel of satisfaction that he knew something other people may not know. And if they did, he probably knew something else they didn't.
Right now his focus was on the slowly falling apart house. The people of Florence didn't go near it, let alone in it. And that was exactly what Leonardo planned on doing. See, he knew who lived here. He knew the woman that cooked one wonderful meal after another. He knew of the brilliant banker that worked for many high-placed, noble men in this city. Of the two brothers fighting for love, and the smaller one who fought for attention. And the beautiful Claudia just to find a place in this world. All but two are dead, Maria giving up her fight with Dead, as she had gotten older. She had all but two people taken from her, and those two had done a wonderful job to make up for what she missed.

Claudia and Ezio. Both had taken a different route then what their parents had probably planned out for them. One became the Mistress of the Courtesans in Roma, the other...
The other did whatever was needed to be done to stop people with power from misusing that power. He was an assassin.

Kids hid underneath their covers by the mere mention of the word assassino and shivered when people called out his name. Ezio Auditore, the eagle from Florence, who'd come and kill you if you didn't went to bed as your parents told you. The man had slayed thousands and thousands of strong men. He supposedly killed the pope once, and Leonardo knew that one to be not true, all credit went to the pope's son, Cesare, who so happened to be on the list of people Ezio had killed.
Was he a brute then? A mean creature, set on killing everyone on his path on this earth?

Again, Leonardo knew better. He had seen the man play, joke, cry and love. Ezio had been just as much forced in his destiny as the baker or the butcher. He did what he did because he was the best at what he did and courageous enough to do it.
Leonardo stepped through the door in the inner courtyard leading to Giovanni's old room. Several books laid sprayed out on the floor, only a fraction of what used to be in the room. Possibly the result of the Bonfire, Leonardo thought. When he wanted to turn around, he lost balance and fell, reaching out he grabbed the nearest thing he could.
Which happened to be the corner on the fireplace... which clicked.
'How delightful, a button!' Leonardo was always pleased to find something new.
How many times had he been in this house not realizing that the room left an awful lot of spare space between this room and the next. He anxiously waited till the fireplace was done moving aside to reveal an open space behind it. He stooped down to crouch through it and marveled at what he saw. An open chest, several weapons and many more empty hooks where weapons used to have been.

This must have been where Ezio found out about Giovanni being more then 'just a mere' banker. He found a family tree on the wall, but had been damaged to much to make out more then Giovanni's father. Maria's family was a well known one, anyone related to the family could name you anyone in their family at least twelve generations back. But Giovanni's side has been a great mystery, most of all to Ezio, who had shown a great interest in it.

"My friend, if only you could have seen this" Leonardo whispered. It still ached his heart. It could not be compared to the pain he had felt when Gilberto had entered his room through the window, and told him that Ezio was no more. The injustice of it all, Ezio's dead because of a mere cold that had grown in something more deadly. Truly, La Volpe must be immortal, as he had survived Ezio. Something both men didn't think could happen.
The Thief had looked apologetic, before disappearing through the window. Some wondered if the concept of a door was known to the man. Nothing had seemed to comfort Leonardo, not even Salai. Salai in turn had been desperate when he mentioned Leonardo should find closure by visiting the places Ezio had been to. And Leonardo started his trip here, in Florence, where he has first met the boy, and the boy had turned a man.

Something grabbed the inventor's eyes and he walked to the chest to inspect it. Again, the chest was just like Giovanni's room smaller on the inside as it was supposed to be, and after a little tampering with it, a click was heard and hatch opened on the side.
Inside Leonardo found papers, and just as he was about to read them, noise from outside could be heard.

De Medici word was one to be trusted. When Medici had said he'd make sure the house would never be brought down, or sold to someone else, he, and the next two generations, had meant it. And now guards were trying to find out who had dared to enter the house.
Leonardo quickly put the papers inside his tunic and saw there was a small window leading up to the backyard in the back of Giovanni's office. He grabbed a chair and just as a guard entered the room, Leonardo's feet disappeared through the window. How had Ezio managed to dive, climb, roll and fight so well, and he had trouble climbing through a little window...

As quickly as his legs would take him he ran to his old studio. There he dropped down on his chair and he began to read.

Is this any good? I'll continue as soon as possible.

DERP and that was supposed to be 1c...

Oh anon. Your prompt is so, so sweet. I loooove me some dark!Assassins. /looks at 'need to fill list'
....
Fuck it.
Claiming!

Would femmeslash be out of bounds for this prompt? I've the Rebecca x Lucy D/s prompt out there on page 33, along with a Faustina Collari (Thief) x Fiora Cavazza (Courtesan) fill somewhere else.

...Yes, that's the entire prompt. Give me some crack, anons.

(For those who don't know the wonder and sass of Sassy Creed, look here: http://sassycreed.tumblr.com/)

*squeals in excitement* Good luck to you, dear! Make this kinkmeme proud!

Driveby!anon almost deanoned...

Oops. But I caught it.

Anywho, just saying I love curious!Leo! He's all sorts of adorable.

And Ezio dead by an illness? Makes me sad...

Oh man. Sedici was so perfectly creepy! As much as I love Sixteen there is always so much creep to him, he's this faceless entity inside the Animus and you really don't know what he's doing or why he's doing it. He's so amazingly creepy and manipulative and fffff- I love everything about this fill and honestly I don't think I have the proper words to describe how much I love this fill.

Hi everyone! This is my first request. The idea kept bugging me for some time, so I just couldn't help myself.
I'd like to see a crossover between AC1 and Brotherhood in which Altair and Malik got teleported in Rome by the Apple, but in different locations. Otherwise it would be far too easy, wouldn't it?
My idea for the plot is: Malik appears in Leonardo study in Castel Sant'Angelo and in Cesare's clutches. For Altair, on the contrary I don't have nothing specific in mind therefore he can meet Ezio or Bartolomeo or someone else. I'll let this to the writer!anon.
Finally Malik could be set free by Alty, or Ezio or both of them during one of Juan Borgia wasteful parties (what about during the one in which he got killed by Ezio? I've finished AC Brotherhood some time ago and I'm not sure that it was him, sorry... ). Knowing Juan, he'll show him off like some exotic beast or whatever.
Then, after the reunion (some hot smut would be the icing on the cake~ ), Altair and Malik can team up with the Italian assassins against the Borgias and Malik could 'train' Ezio's recruits! XD

That's it, more or less. I'd like to see an AltMal established relationship and maybe also EzioLeo? Feel free to machinate, anons, I'll love any suggestions but please, not an helpless!Malik fill. ;(

Bonus points if Cesare is fascinated by Malik fierceness, so he tries to have his way with him in order to tame/humiliate him. If he suceeds or else is up to you, writer!anon.
If you'll fill this I'll love you forever and ever. To writer!anon my first born. <3

[I'm Italian, by the way, hence if you'll need any help in translating anything, all you need to do is ask! :D]

/rubs self all over prompt
Mine mine mine mine

Hello! Anons! So we have all heard that Disneyland is the happiest place on earth but that's now. What about the good'ol days! I want a Alt/Mal
or Ez/Leo let's say one touches the apple and they are suddenly transported into Disneyland! Magical! and are all WTF?! What sorcery is this!? and well you can do the rest but this anon wants a major freak-out on Alty or Ezio's part and Leo or Malik all curious! Please anons!!!

That Agile would have an interesting story to tell when he gets back...

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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Re: I hate to be that guy, but........

Re: I hate to be that guy, but........

Re: Ghost in the Machine OP

Re: Immortal Beloved

Fill: Tracking [1/?]

Fill: Tracking [2/?]

Fill: Tracking [3/4]

Fill: Tracking [4/4]

Re: I hate to be that guy, but........

Death of a Dream

Re: Fill: Tracking [4/4]

Immortal Beloved 1a/??

Re: Immortal Beloved 1b/??

Re: Immortal Beloved 1b/??

Re: Immortal Beloved 1c/??

Re: Death of a Dream

Re: Let's give the girls more love!

SASSY CREED XOVER

OP is surprised someone claimed it so quickly :D

Re: Immortal Beloved 1b/??

Re: Ghost in the Machine 6/6

Templars won't even know what hit 'em.

Re: Templars won't even know what hit 'em.

Happiest Place on Earth

Re: Heat aka FUCK ME NOW