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Not!OP wishes you good luck with your homework and really hopes you will still write this because there aren't enough good old fashioned beatings in this meme, and that prompt is made of WIN.

GUYS GUYS.

During the Series 6 Doctor Who finale, all of history happened at the same time...And the most badass Assassins from all eras team up and annihilate frenzied Templars who are struggling to hold it together. Not just Ezio and Altair, but the statues in the Sanctuary--Qulan Gal, Darius, Wei Yu, Amunet, Iltani, Leonius--and tons of others.

YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES.

Anon approves wholeheartedly of this prompt!!!

Captcha: Nature Sinctt...why yes, sounds like all of nature is syncing. YESSSSS

The thing is there's so many characters, parings and kinks it seems like a mess in my mind. If organization is what you're looking for please please help out the delicious archivers or any other archivers that are around.

Haha, glad you like it so far! I have to admit that I'm a chronic procrastinator and if I don't give myself a deadline... well lets just say it ends up badly xD

OKAY. I have another question- I have been planning on giving the team a scare before going into the direction this story should be going and I want to know if you have a pairing in mind for the h/c stuff? Whatever it's for the smutty or non-romantic way? :)

That's perfectly fine, writeanon! Go where this fic takes you.

As for pairings, I like Shaun/Des. (And I'd love you forever if you are able to work in a smutty/romantic scene with them. :3)

Apologies if Federico acts OOC… I felt that Federico would turn a little judgmental/bitter when he found out that Vieri totally isn’t into him.
Mini-fill until I finish my essay and the weekend starts. Xp
I hope OP is ok with this…
Also, terrible translation of Italian is because I got it from Google OTL

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Federico bit back a smile, shadowing Vieri silently above the rooftops; where was his little bambino going at this time of the night?

Most of Firenze slept, the windows of quaint homes dark, giving the elder Auditore an unhindered view of the stars, though he was more focused on how the moon’s rays illuminated Vieri’s pale skin and raven locks.

He stifled snicker as he watched the older male furtively scan the empty streets. ‘After knowing me for so long,’ he thought. ‘You’d think Piccolo would check rooftops for people.’

The Auditore heir followed the other male through deserted streets, eventually arriving to an increasingly destitute part of Firenze. Curiosity increasing, Federico watched as Vieri knock on a… cottage? No… It was more like a decrepit hut.

The ancient wooden door creaked open to reveal another man, perhaps in his mid 20’s, with dirty blonde hair and murky green eyes. What was going on? Why would bambino even consider coming to such an area?

Federico could do nothing but stare in shock as the stranger hugged Vieri and the Pazzi heir lean into the embrace.

“I’m sorry to burst in on you like this Filipo,” the dark haired beauty whispered. “But I just couldn’t stay at home for another second.”

“It is no problem mio amore,” the blonde responded, rubbing Vieri’s back tenderly. “I know how your father gets.”

Federico felt anger twist tightly in his gut, wanting to rip free. ‘Don’t fucking touch him!’ the assassin wanted to scream, but he was frozen like a deer in headlights. The couple continued their cuddling, ignorant of the Auditore, whose heart was shattering by the second. Unable to look at the scene before him, he whipped away, sprinting until his legs burned from exertion.

Falling to his knees, the Auditore heir felt despair claw at his bleeding heart. What did that blonde bastardo have that he didn’t? What the hell did that fucking peasant have that he didn’t?!

“Figlio di puttana probably doesn’t even know how to write his goddamn name,” Federico growled, pushing himself up. Fuck this; he wasn’t going to lose Vieri to some insolent bastard that didn’t even know what a gem the Pazzi heir was.

Concocting a plan, the young Auditore’s steps lightened into giddy little hops. He’d prove to Vieri that he was the obvious better choice.
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Fuck, Federico sounds like a douche… OTL

I had no idea what kind of costumes Sackboy had, so I had to limit myself. Little Big Planet's wikia wasn't very comprehensive. Also, I like writing grumpy!Snake.

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“It doesn’t look a thing like me.” Solid Snake groused, leaning forward to glare at Sackboy. From seven centimeters off the table, one angry little button eye glared right back.

“It must be like looking into a little mirror for you.” Nathan Drake smacked Snake on the shoulder, then reached down to offer his pointer finger and received a tiny high-five in exchange. Ezio Auditore patted Snake’s shoulder in commiseration, but Snake wasn’t having any of that and shrugged the Assassin off.

Taking the snubbing with good humour, Ezio chuckled quietly. “So many costumes. Who else here do you have?”

Sackboy seemed to look around for a few seconds, then quickly pointed at one of the Helghast soldiers walking past. It only took a moment’s concentration, and then his miniature Helghast armour popped into being. He marched across the tabletop trying to look menacing.

“Well, that one’s not too shabby.” Snake admitted, “What else ya got?”

Sackboy ducked behind Snake’s beer mug and popped into another costume out of sight of the others. Snake gave a rude snort before he could catch himself. Nate and Ezio each leaned to the side, trying to see.

Suddenly, Sackboy crested the lip of Snake’s mug. He took a second to steady himself, then jumped over the yawning mouth. Crouched on the far side, Sackboy flicked his wrists to shoot out his little cardboard hidden blades, then executed a picture perfect Leap of Faith into the shallow bowl of peanuts. Nate was doubled over laughing, and Ezio couldn’t stop grinning.

Sackboy jumped out of the peanuts and stuck a pose with his arms out, hidden cardboard extended menacingly. Ezio picked a stray piece of shell off the hood of his Assassin’s outfit and nodded. “Magnifico.”

“How about me?” Nate asked, pushing his beer to the edge of the table to give Sackboy more room. Sackboy considered the treasure hunter’s outfit for a moment, then tied a blue scarf overtop his Assassin’s outfit.

“A perfect likeness!” Ezio laughed heartily and slapped Nate on the back. Peeved, Nate raised his beer and hid behind it.

Snake snickered. “Just be grateful he doesn’t have a Laura Croft outfit.”

“Now, hey! Just because we’re both treasure hunters…”

Over at the bar, a rather out of place pair watched. Cortana’s hologram patted Master Chief’s armoured bicep teasingly. “Sorry Chief, you can’t keep him.”

“Too bad,” The rough voice filtered through his helmet’s speakers. “If you had a little body like that I could carry you around on a keychain.”

“I’m more useful right where I am.” The AI scoffed. “Besides, with how often you blow up vehicles, I don’t want to be anywhere near your keys.”

Writernon here! I'm still writing, don't worry! I might take a few days longer (work, college, university applications...) but I'm definately still writing!

I LOVE THIS PROMPT! I'm filling, like three others but I just CANNOT pass this up. One question, though: can I have the Templars being in league with the Silents? Somehow it just doesn't feel like a fair fight otherwise...

Aha, awesome! I'm all excited now! XD Fortunately I don't mind waiting, work etc comes before prompts. ^-^

Now, I don't know about you, but to me, there's been a lot of requests where Kadar is being used or is just ignored in favor of Malik... about about a happy ending for the boy? Do whatever you want, but he will be loved!

SQUEE. By all means~ go crazy Anon!

THIS WAS ADORABLE, WRITEANON. AHH.

Oh my God! I can't believe you're actually filling this! *_*
Jealous Federico is a dangerous Federico! XD
I can't wait to read more and don't worry for Italian words: I'm Italian, so feel free to ask me anything! =)

I feel guilty for posting when there's so many open prompts still, however, I could not get this out of my head.

Assassin's Creed characters in the setting of Dr. Drew's Celebrity Rehab. (Whether Dr. Drew is there or one of the characters substitute him as well as the the employees, is totalllly up to you).

(OP, it'll be awhile before I manage anything substantial, so here's a tiny little scene)

First touch the right thumb to the index finger, then to the middle finger, then to the ring finger, and finally to the little finger.

Repeat, again and again and again.

Try not to get frustrated because the real hand was still faster and more accurate than the new one when it should be the other way around and Desmond was damned if he ended up worse off with an augment than without an arm.

He’d been doing astoundingly well according to his doctor and his therapist, but Desmond can all but feel himself stagnating even though it’d only been a week since he was admitted and three days since his surgery. He couldn’t keep up with his usual exercises because, while the Brotherhood trusted the doctor (at least as much as they trust anyone who wasn’t a member), they don’t trust the hospital at all. Even with doomsday averted years ago, there were still Templars, and, though they’d lost a lot of power, they’d still go out of their way to fuck Desmond over for the role he played in weakening them.

Not for the first time, Desmond wished that the Templar hanzer that had mangled his arm hadn’t also decided to throw him into a brick wall hard enough to leave a crater. He’d taken the blow for one of the younger novices who would have almost certainly been killed while Desmond had the genetics to stand up to much more abuse than the average person. Even then the trauma had been severe enough that he’d been taken to a hospital to stabilize before the doctor had been allowed to come into the hospital and perform the augmentation surgery. And because of the risk of even slightly drawing the attention of Templar spyware Desmond couldn’t leave AMA.

So Desmond did what little physical therapy he could do while he was under the hospital’s care and hoped that the augment would be worth the trouble.

I'm glad you read it :D:D

also, I'll be sure to check with you on italian words I don't know the meaning of!! :D

Yes, Don't piss of Federico; he can kill you in a second! >:)

Sorry, for a while I couldn't see my own comment, so I didn't check for a couple days. But thank you, you just made my day. First prompt I've ever had filled! It's nice to see Machiavelli actually acting younger for once.

This OP would like to ask for a fic where Leonardo snowballs in front of his lover, and maybe his lover would be so turned on he'd fuck him into the matress. I'd prefer his lover to be Ezio but I'd be just as happy if it was Federico, Giovanni or even Lorenzo but please no Cesare and no non-con.

That is all.

Write anon was just wondering if OP/readers wanted a happy ending (for federico)/humorous story

Or an angsty one??

anon would appreciate feedback!!

lol, misfire XD

“You awaken, white man.”

He gaze snapped to the voice, and he saw a beautiful young woman sitting at the edge of the mess of skins. She was wrapped in the red silks his caravan had brought, and they hugged her skin in the most exquisite way, showing off her curves and highlighting everything feminine about her. Her black hair was falling over her shoulders, and at her waist was a knife, carved from the elephant ivory he knew must have rolled through here at one point. On her head was a headdress, of a large golden disk (the sun, he reminded himself, the Egyptians worshiped everything) and a snake peeking out from under it, curling down and undoubtedly around her head. Her skin was paler than most of the other Egyptians he had seen, probably from living in the temple. She was beautiful.

“Do you understand our language?”

He blinked, then nodded slowly.

“Good. Now tell me, what is your name?”

He stared for a good long while at her face, at her eyes, drawn in by the same look that the lion-headed woman had. Her eyes were fierce, yet gentle all at the same time, and he could almost envision her turning into the woman. But it was the man that had scared him. It was the man he felt drawn toward. The woman raised an eyebrow, an amused look seeping into her features, and he flinched, looking away.

“L-Leonardo,” he rasped, becoming utterly aware of just how sore he was.

He could see the bandages, wrapped up his arms and all over him. There was a deep pain, radiating from his bones, and he eased himself back onto the skins, wincing at how soft they were. This was the nicest thing he had slept on in a long time, even before his father had sold him to the caravan traders. He was too warm, and he could feel the burns on his skin. He should have been in more pain than this.

“Welcome, Leonardo.”

He watched her as she rose.

“Little… pain,” he wheezed.

She smiled at him, and his heart clenched. He remembered his mother, briefly, watching the woman move around the simple room, picking up medical supplies. He supposed he was lucky to be in the care of the Egyptians, having heard whispers their medical abilities where above and beyond where his lands were. He blinked as she knelt by him, running a hand through his hair. He squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers curling in their bandages around the animal skin, and he flinched when the woman laughed.

“Relax, Leonardo. You are in good hands here. The Goddess of Healing has found favor in you.”

His eyes opened slowly to look at the woman, who was still stroking his hair.

“I am Adha, high priestess in the temple of Sekhemt.”

His eyes widened at the name. That was the name of the lion woman—the name of a goddess. He was not only being held in a temple to an Egyptian goddess, he was going to be a slave there. If he didn’t perform as they commanded, he would probably be sacrificed or killed. Still, that couldn’t be too bad, compared to the pain lodged in his bones from several years of burning under the sun.

He blinked when the woman laughed again. “You are so funny, Leonardo.”

He furrowed his brow, looking completely bewildered as she stroked his hair one last time.

“Rest now, servant of Sekhemt,” she murmured. “Get well so that you may serve your master with all your strength. He will be here soon.”

He exhaled slowly as she left, and then it dawned on him. She had said that the new master was a he. He whimpered, and as he closed his eyes, he prayed it wasn’t the man in his dreams. He knew he wouldn’t survive if that man was his “master.” Nevertheless, he slept dreamlessly this time, and so deep he didn’t even stir when his bandages were changed or his injuries were operated on. He didn’t even move when he was bathed and dressed, as limp as a sack of feathers.

He stirred only the soft sound of someone talking in Egyptian, calming, quiet, almost as a recitation. He shuddered, almost violently, and felt a soothing presence beside him. It must have been the voice, and he refused to open his eyes, squeezing them shut. He whimpered, and he felt a hand on his stomach, his trembling stopping almost as soon as it touched him.

“Wake.”

His eyes shot open upon command, and he turned his head to look. There were hardened brown eyes staring at him, and he found himself unable to look away, froze on the pelts. Those eyes were the same one from his dreams, the same ones that had terrified him so. This was the man he had hoped was just a dream, and nothing more. He shrunk back slightly when he felt a callused hand brush his cheek, and he was stuck, stuck looking into those eyes. He could see the predatory fire barely hidden beneath the surface, and that battle-hardened, sadistic gaze drilling right into him.

Abruptly, the man turned and rose, leaving Leonardo to tremble in the skins. Perhaps he shouldn’t have run away and accepted his fate to die under the sun. He watched the man move, the predatory grace evident in his hand motions and the way he walked. The red skirt he wore, embroidered with gold at the top and fitting around his waist tightly, showed much of his skin, revealing strong legs, a toned upper body, and deeply tanned skin. He had short, black hair and a good frame. His sandals were worn and dirty, weathered and—he swore he saw blood stains on the material. There was golden jewelry adorning him, resting around his neck, wrists, and ankles, and standing out against the dark coloring of his skin. He was beautiful—it seemed everyone was ethereal here. He felt out of place.

He yelped when a lion appeared from nowhere, and he tried to move but couldn’t, froze in his spot at the large cat’s face. She blinked, once, twice, and then he squeezed his eyes closed, his nose wrinkling and his fingers clenching as she licked him—probably tasting him to decide if he would make a good meal later. She licked him again, and he whimpered as she kept licking him. Leonardo could hear the others laughing: so, all of them were just as sadistic as the other slave captors in the caravan. He was going to die, and that was that.

“You are too jumpy: Acenath will not harm you.”

He couldn’t believe it—surely that wasn’t the man’s voice. It was gorgeous. Everything about him was beautiful. (At least he would die surrounded by ethereal humans.)

“Leave us be, brothers.”

“As you wish, Tau.”

“Bennu, Altair, Adha, off with you.”

He heard the people shuffle out, and the lion stopped licking him. He refused to open his eyes: it was probably waiting to crunch his face off after he opened them.

“Moswen, you are safe here. Do not be afraid of seeing.”

“M-Moswen?” he tried to keep the tremble out of his voice, but he could just see the lion waiting to eat him as soon as he looked it in the face.

“It means ‘light skin’ in your language. Or something similar.”

His murmur of agreement turned into a strangled whimper as he felt that lion’s tongue on his face again, rough and sandpapery, and he was going to die. He heard a snort, and a soft growl, and he knew his end was coming.

“Off with you, Acenath. You scare him.”

He flinched at the scoff, bringing his arms in closer to his body. He was going to die. The lion would maim him, and his life would meet its unfortunate end. At least his father would be proud. There was silence, and slowly, he opened one eye, both flying open when he saw that same young man from before crouched beside him and staring. His eyes didn’t match the ones in his dreams. These were amused and warm, almost inviting, and he let himself stare into them, swallowing once. The man’s lips quirked, and he was draw to look at a scar, raised and puffy against his skin and lips, sticking out almost like a sore thumb against the dark color. He had thick, full eyebrows, and his hairline complimented his face.

“Welcome to the temple of Sekhmet, Moswen.”

He nodded once, trying to shrink away from the man. The man moved to plop on his butt, and Leonardo found his gaze following him as he sat back. The man smiled at him, and he recoiled slightly. He watched as the man gave him a thorough onceover, then frowned. His eyes grew widen, and he squeezed them shut as the man reach for him—probably to beat him for one thing or another. He was well acquainted with that aspect of slavery.

Instead, he felt a gentle tug at his hair that evolved into a hand brushing over his cheeks and poking at the freckles he knew where there.

“You do not look like many of the common servants. Your hair is too light.”

He watched him briefly.

“Where are you from?”

Leonardo’s eyes widen, and he tried to speak hastily. “Uh—I was…” He couldn’t speak to Egyptians too well—which had landed him in trouble before. “I—in Europe?”

The man nodded, sitting back on his hands. He smiled warmly at Leonardo, whose eyes widened slightly. “That is good news. We were worried that Sekhmet was losing her mind.”

He offered a small smile, trying to act a little braver, and the man laughed.

“You do not need to mind your manners if you are curious. We will let you know if you overstep a boundary.”

He nodded.

“The slaves here are treated well, upon command of the fathers before the Pharaoh and the gods themselves.”

“Who is the Pharaoh?”

He flinched when he heard himself speak, unable to help the question. To think the slave traders had thought they beat his question asking out of him. The man laughed, laying on his stomach perpendicular to him.

“You speak! That is good! Sekhmet encourages curiosity. Tell me: have you any interest in medicine?”

Leonardo nodded.

“Good, good. What do you know?”

“It was my interest that saved me on my journey here.”

“Even better! Sekhmet has chosen right. What other languages do you speak? Tell me of yourself!”

Leonardo’s eyes grew wide. No one had ever asked him for his story before. He had been travelling with that caravan for a year or so now. He tried to sit up to get a bit more comfortable, only to be stopped by the man’s hand on his chest.

“Not yet. Some of your burns are still healing. You have been out for a long time.”

“H-how bad?”

“You have been burned well by the sun. You were peeling in sheets, according to the High Priestess.”

“Who is the High Priestess?”

“Her name is Adha, but you will address her as high priestess of Sekhmet.”

He nodded weakly. “And you?”

“I,” he straightened, leaning back on his hands, “am Desmond. You can call me Master Tau or Son of Sekhmet with another, but between us, I like the name Desmond.”

“S-son?”

“Well,” Desmond said, giving him a shit-eating grin, “personally I think it’s a bunch of shit.”

He flushed at the colorful language.

“I ran away and ended up here. Like you, I ran right into the innermost sanctuary of the temple and collapsed at the statue’s feet. For some reason, that makes me the son of that Lion Woman. Hey, if they want to, by all means, they can make me her son. I live a good life here. You will too, you know.”

“B-but… a s-slave…”

“No, you’re a servant. Well, kinda. I mean, you’re going to get a lot of shit if you try, I mean, you can, potentially, buy your freedom if you wanted. I don’t think you’re going to want to leave. I hope you won’t want to leave. I’ve been hoping for a companion to keep me company and tell me stories about his homeland.”

Leonardo blinked. He wasn’t quite sure what to do about this man. He stared at him briefly, before looking around the room. It was highly decorated, the walls painted and carved (he knew he could do better), and many toys and trinkets scattered about the floor. The skins were in a comfortable corner of the room, a window on one side with a candle in it. He could see the temple from the window. There was something to be said about the beautiful simplicity in the outer walls.

He flinched when the lion padded back over, and he tried to curl up when he felt her bump his cheek with her paw. Desmond was laughing again, and the lion seemed to snort.

“Acenath. Away. I told you: you frighten him.”

The lion growled, and he flinched again. He was going to be eaten. He felt the paw pat his face again, and he opened an eye to see the lion crouching in a playful position. He watched as the animal tapped his arm as if to say, “Come on. Get up!”

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Who knew that Leonardo was so flexible?

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