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

A/N: I hope OP doesn’t mind, but imma gonna start with the first game. Which means no Wheatley to start with. And it’s not really crack. And it’s gonna be long. Sorry. Bleh, ignore this terrible stuff.

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“Begin enrichment in three.... two.... one...” The sound of a tube opening echoed throughout the empty chamber, and Subject 17 awoke for the first time in weeks, months, maybe years.

“Hello, and welcome to the Aperture Science Computer Aided Enrichment Centre. We hope your stay is enjoyable.” Groggily, Subject 17 sat up, briefly wondering where exactly he was. Whilst unsteady on his feet, it felt good to be active. God knows how long he spent in that tube.

“Before we start however, please keep in mind that though fun, serious injury may occur.” Well, that was comforting. A quick glance revealed that he was currently trapped in a glass room, with only one section of wall. Cameras were stationed outside his cell, each trained on him, moving as he did. Sitting on his bed/tube thing, Subject 17 was currently facing a large, white glowing sign with the numbers ‘00’ and a bunch of random signs underneath. Odd.

In the corner of his cell was a small table with a cup, pencil, a clipboard and a radio, which was currently playing some upbeat song with no words. And next to that was a toilet.

Why was he here again?

The clipboard revealed nothing, just pictures of seemingly unrelated objects and squiggly lines underneath. Or maybe those were words and he just couldn’t read. This whole not knowing what was going on thing was gonna get old quick.

“For your own safety, and the safety of others, please refrain from-“ The voice – Subject 17 still wasn’t sure where it was coming from – cut off, static replacing it. “Por favor bordón de fallar Muchos gracias de fallar gracias.” Huh? Was that Spanish or something? He didn’t speak Spanish, did he? No, ‘cause he couldn’t understand what the voice was saying. Okay, this was strange. A list? Maybe a list would help him sort his thoughts out.

1) His name was Subject 17 (or, at least, that’s what the end of the bed said)
2) He had no memory of anything before waking up in this glass cell (which didn’t have a door, so leaving was out of the option)
3) He didn’t speak Spanish

Wow, that was... short. And slightly depressing. That was all he knew?

The voice turned back to static, and Subject 17 took the opportunity to throw the cup at the glass in a vain attempt to break it. Nothing. It simply bounced off, as if it was rubber.

“-stand back. The portal will open in three, two, one.” In the previously unoccupied wall, a blue... swirly thing appeared, out of nowhere. Through it, Subject 17 could see... himself? Sure enough, when he moved a hand, so did this other person. With a shrug, he simply stepped through the portal, because maybe this was normal. Maybe he did this every day.

Still, the orange jumpsuit was a bit much.

Like stepping through a door (albeit, a door that disappeared once he’d stepped through it) Subject 17 was outside his cell, walking barefoot... kind of. Strange metal contraptions protruded out of his knee caps, elevating his foot so he only walked on his toes.

That wasn’t right.

Even without any memories, Subject 17 just knew that they weren’t there before. Panic began to rise, they weren’t just clipped on or something, they were coming out of his skin. Taking deep breaths, he took an awkward step forward, and another, walking suddenly becoming incredibly difficult.

The cameras still followed his every movement, and the eyes on him didn’t help walking. He hated looking weak in front of whoever was watching him. Didn’t matter that he had absolutely no idea why anyone was watching him. He wasn’t remarkable, wasn’t he? Oh God, what if he was horribly disfigured or something? Was that why he woke up in this strange place?

He took a deep breath, forcing his thoughts to come to a halt. Now was not the time to be paranoid over his looks or brain or whatever. Taking a hesitant step forward, pleased when he didn’t fall over, Subject 17 made his way over to the door, ignoring the cameras.

The door opened to reveal another room, covered in white tiles the same as the room he’d just left. Instead of a glass cell however, was a tube coming out of the ceiling, and a large red button in the corner.

Seemingly by itself, the tube opened, releasing a metal cube. Cautious, Subject 17 approached it, wary that something might jump out. When it appeared to be perfectly safe, he picked it up, shook it once, happy that nothing seemed to rattle inside.

Now, Subject 17 wouldn’t claim to be a scientist, not with his memory problems at least. But, somehow, putting the cube on the button seemed like a valid choice.

“Excellent. Please proceed into the chamber lock after completing each test.” The voice echoed, it’s cold voice dull and robotic, a recording. Despite the cameras, Subject 17 still felt lonely.
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A/N: Stupid character limit. Forgot to mention, this isn't the write!anon from before. I'm an entirely new anon who just had to pick this up (Portal FTW!)

I wasplaying through AV again and once again those mad men targeted Altair with no reason. My prompt is this:
One of the mad men/druggies fixates on Altair and starts to stalk him annoying and scaring the stalkee. But due to his oath Altair doesn't want to kill him. Until the stalker pins/corners him in adark alley. Enoughs enough but before Altair can kill the poor bastard someone else does. Then the rescuer gleefully informs that they want a reward forrescuing the "helpless maiden". What happens next is up to the beloved filler.
List of possible candidates:
Malik
Maria
Templar
Guard
Rauf
Or someone else

Plese anyone?

:DDDDDDD

I had given up all hope on this prompt! Thank you writeanon! *tackle-hugs*

The sort of thing I *WISH* I could write, I'm afraid... although I do still have a Rebecca x Lucy plot bunny in general that could definitely work with this. I hope you're still there, as I've had no responses to my Rebecca x Lucy comments either...

Daw, poor Malik. <3 Altair's just a social idiot. And Malik even apologized, but Altair screwed that up, too. :3 DON'T GIVE IN, MALIK. REMAIN STRONG. You have an excited anon on your side!

"If it had been anyone else, the offender would have found himself tied up to a horse's behind before he could mutter the word 'oops'."
^^^^ This line. XDDDD I loved it. Malik already has a special place in his heart. This was a great line (as he wipes smooshed papaya from his eyes XD). Anon, you just made me smile. Thank you so much for this update on a bleary Monday morning.

From,
Your Loyal Follower Anon

Okay, so this is a strange love triangle.
Tazim reminds Altair of Malik a little too much (the fact that he took his father's name doesn't help), and so he finds himself in a sort of déjà vu relationship with Malik's son. But at the same time Darim realizes his own affections for Tazim and can't help but try to steal him away from his own father.
Cue poor Tazim being stuck with not one, but two Ibn-La'Ahads with their ridiculous pride and inability to deal with their emotions.

Oh this makes me feel really bad for Tazim. But this is an awesome prompt, anon! :3

doooo waaaant
dowantdowantdowantdowantdowantdowantdowant

Nghhh... Yes... I need this because of reasons............

This anon shall present you wth her crack attempt at this~ It was fun writting this also, warning for major OOCness

Machiavelli loved very much Malik, even if said man was stubborn and always wore permanent scowl in his pretty face. It was up to him to cheer his day up, in whatever means was necessary. There were many tales about this too, about the many things he had tried to do to make Malik smile, only to fail horribly.

One time he had tried wearing a red laced corset and even striped sexily in front of the man. But there had been no reaction. There was also the time he tried cooking only to fail miserable and with Malik starting to feel sick and being sent to the doctor. Or the time when he tried to make a surprise part in celebration to his birthday, inviting everyone in the order (including Altair) only to have Malik slam the door before everyone had a chance to say “happy birthday.”

Machiavelli felt hopeless. Nothing he ever did made Malik felt at ease and smile. He was tired and ready to give up. So he told Mailk and how he felt. How much he wanted for the man to smile and feel happy, the different things he had tried and how he had failed miserably.
Malik didn’t say anything, instead gathered him in his arms, and dropped a kiss to his neck. “Machiavelli, all you had to do was…”

Machiavelli’s cheeks darkened to a shade darker than a tomato as Malik pulled him for a heated kiss, a smirk across his lips.

*Rolls on the floor, howling with laughter* I love it. This is going on my computer and staying there. This is brilliant crack, and the fact that Machiavelli is so OOC makes this even better.

"only to have Malik slam the door before everyone had a chance to say “happy birthday.""
^^^This. This is great. I could totally see it happening.

You are an excellent crack writer. I am already addicted.

~~Thank you so much!~~

My God, of course throwing a frog across the room to the wall on the other side will break the spell, because it also breaks the frog itself as well as breaking any problem that may arise! Not only does the princess not have to kiss an icky frog, she won't have to worry about marrying it after the spell is broken!

Now why didn't Disney do that I wonder....

Slow writer is slow...zzzz

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Rauf had never had a friend quite like Kadar. The boy was eccentric, hyper and plain crazy. He also never known an older brother like Malik either. The man was grumpy, pissy and also plain crazy. The brothers, in a nutshell, were one of the weirdest peoples he had ever met. Ever. And he thought Abbas was pretty bad.

Rauf thought back on when he had met Kadar and Malik. The boy was late to a class and the two of them had barely made it on time for the train ride to the uni. Now that he looked back on it, it was a pretty weird day too. Kadar was completely squashed up against him in the overcrowded train. Innocent Rauf had not seen the punch to the face coming until he landed painfully on his ass.

In a daze, he remembered Kadar yelling at someone and for the life of him (at that time) could not understand what had just happened. The two men yelled to each other, making the headache worst. Finally Rauf had enough and promptly punched Kadar’s face, hoping to get some revenge.

Unfortunately, that ended up with him getting beaten up by Malik, who was actually the one who had punched him. It was a huge blow to his ego that day when he was utterly defeated by a one armed man. Funny enough, Kadar was trying to keep Malik from killing Rauf. It didn’t make much sense even now.

Long story short, at the end of the day, after Kadar and Rauf had found out they went to the same university, Kadar took his new friend home and Rauf was beaten up by Malik again.

Thinking back, he never asked why Malik had punched him. It doesn’t really matter now and there’s the risk of him getting beaten up once again if he asked. For someone with only one arm, the man knew how to fight. Rauf learned his lesson after the 5th time.

The brothers were really one of the strangest people he would ever meet. Everyday he learns something new about them. Like, Kadar is a legit stalker. He never knew the guy could stalk like a creepy stalker but make it look completely okay. Another mystery of the brothers he would never figure out.

Sometimes, Rauf just wonders why he stays friends with them, other than the fact that Malik is hot as fuck. Hell, even the guy Kadar is currently stalking is nothing compared to Malik. Often, Rauf likes to fantasize about the man. Being in the shower, on the beach with water dripping down his muscled chest, on a bed wit-

“Rauf!” Rauf startled back into reality when Kadar practically screamed in his ear. “Stop fantasizing about my brother and HIDE.”

Rauf let out a undignified sound, stuttering out, “I-I’m not fantasiz-!”

“Shut up!” Kadar said as he carefully watched the hooded man from behind a bush.

The other man snapped his mouth closed, also watching. Fuck, if Rauf couldn’t get Malik, he would so go for that fine piece of ass.

Said fine piece of ass was currently, as usual, drinking coffee. This was his and Kadar’s daily routine now that Kadar’s little stalking secret was out. For once, Rauf is glad he came along. Most of Kadar’s other activities usually involved him being beaten up by Malik afterwards. So this was a good little break from the wrath of the older brother.

After crouching for about 10 minutes, Fine Piece of Ass (it was his official nickname) finished drinking the coffee and went out the door, causing Kadar and Rauf to hurriedly duck under their stalking bush. The two of them looked yearningly at the ass that was currently walking in their opposite direction.

Kadar quietly whistled, “Damn...”

Yes, I know this sounds ridiculous, but please read it through before you flame me for being a total loon...

I want to see a Shaolin monk in Venezia in the Renaissance and maybe see what happens when one of the guards tries to harass him. Maybe Ezio is watching at the rooftops and gets quite surprised when he sees the monk fight in speeds that even he would have been hard pressed to keep up with and with weapons that he's never seen and without them in such a way that makes him look like a total amateur as well as being able to take pain that would have felled him, like, say, a heavy wooden object to the monk's head that does nothing but makes him look at his attacker?

I seriously doubt that the monk would want to become an assassin, but maybe Ezio would ask the monk to train his apprentices in exchange of trying to get a ship for the monk to get home in?

Originally I was going to ask for a warrior monk from Japan but I noticed that they only opened their ports to the west in 1548 so I figured it wouldn't be historically accurate but if any writer-anon can manage to make that happen I'd be just as happy with it.

Re-cap
- Shaolin monk somehow gets to Venezia
- monk gets harassed by guards
- guards get pissed off for whatever reason and a fight ensues
- monk defeats all the guards with little to no exertion
- Ezio watches from the sidelines
- once fight finishes Ezio talks to monk and tries to recruit him for Assassins guild
- monk refuses (Buddhist Dharma forbids killing others)
- Ezio asks the monk to train his apprentices
- monk agrees, on the condition that he won't be made to kill others
- Ezio agrees and leads monk to Tiber Island

Bonus
- liberal use of foreign weaponry like a Guan Dao or a Hook Sword [+10]
- one of the apprentices watches with Ezio and makes many funny comments [+20]
- monk meets Leonardo [+30]
- monk trains in Monteriggioni and surprises Assassins with his methods [+40]
- monk fights against Mario and wins [+50]
- monk fights Ezio and wins [+1000]

Somewhere in reviewing the reveal trailers these little gems came into the light:

Cahin/Lupo
Cahin/Teodor

Either one would be fine, and it can be from Cahin annoying either man until they snap or a fight turning strangely sexual. Use your imagination with this, I encourage you. Weapon play would be amazing.

SECOND!!!!!!!!!
If I have time I may try this, but I'm never good at writing short things.

What if it's Ezio who knows and Federico doesn't? I think this could be interesting written from Ezio's point of view.

(sorry for this being such a crappy fill, but I was inspired while reading this and I had to put it into words. It's short, but I hope you like it.)

He always arrived smelling of blood. It was never a scheduled time or date, but it was always the same circumstances. The man dressed in white and red would enter the brothel and ask for a night with me. I would lead him upstairs to the room where he would ignore any hospitality I would offer and immediately press me towards the bed. He always took me from behind and wouldn't say a word even when he came inside me. This would be repeated several times through the night until he went to sleep, but he would always be gone when I awoke the next morning. Frederico would always come and go without a word, as if he had no attachment to me, as if I wasn't his brother who he left behind years ago. I knew who he was the first time he walked through that door, but never will I mention it to our mother or sister, they do not need to have another false hope. He has moved on.

OMG I had a Valentino too! Of course, he was the wise-old-man of my group, so I went with Allesandro instead.

Hey, if you wanna self-fill ~~hur hur that's dirty~~ I'd be glad to see where you'd go with it. The more the merrier, in my opinion.

Oh this prompt is just win! Seconded, and I'd do it if I didn't suck at actions scenes (and I don't wanna butcher any Buddhist teachings. T_T Not comfortable in writing about stuff I don't know.)

I suddenly got that scene from Bebop where that guy is trying to get Spike to teach him Jeet Kun Do, and he keeps getting knocked down without any effort on Spike's part. :3 (www .youtube .com/ watch?v=zVWVPaXaouo)

:D Don't worry about it, writeranon! I'm glad you're continuing to fill!

I feel kinda bad for Rauf, having been beaten up so much by Malik.

“Rebecca, why must you make things more complicated than they need be?” He leans over her shoulder and she can smell his musky brown leather jacket. Her fingers fly over the touchpad of her phone, sending signals to the elevator door to jam each one except the one they’re using to escape.

“You know I love to make things hard for you, Volpe.” She turns her head slightly to grin at him, and he’s so close that their lips almost brush. The purple colour of his irises is muted by the shadows in these empty corporate offices, but she knows how intensely they can burn.

The elevator arrives before either one of them can make a move and they enter in unison, pulling on the same security guard disguises they’d used to get in. With all of the information on the company’s hard drives stored in her briefcase and all the cash from the boss’s wall safe stored in his, they walk completely undetected right out the front doors; the greatest hacker and thief pair in the eastern hemisphere.

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“Really Ms. Vespucci, being uncooperative will only make things harder for you.” Warren tilted her head upwards, smiling pleasantly. She gave one last half-hearted tug at her bound hands and settled exhausted back against her chair.

“Who are you?” She spat while tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “Where am I?”

Her voice echoed back from the cool white-tiled walls. Warren took a moment more to admire her legendary visage, so fierce and helpless in his grasp. He backed away, taking up tablet and stylus once more to add additional notes to her file.

“The question you should be asking, Ms. Vespucci, is what I’m going to do with you, now that I have you.”

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She’d died. She knew it, she’d felt it, she was beginning to accept it. But the problem was that she was not just a human woman.

She was the Chalice. Always and forever.

Before her death, the bloodline had not continued. When she woke again, it was to the strange white world of patterns and fog. The realm of the mind; a world made of memory and between.

She’d waited there, for ~~alwaysforever~~ some time until he’d found her.

He thought she was a mistake in the worldrealm at first, but as they’d spoken he’d learned that she was no 'error', and she had learned that she could trust him with her storytruthlife.

He was an assassin ~~sohesaid~~ like that other man, ~~oneshelovedonewhofailedtosaveher~~ so she told him.

She told him everything.

And he believed her.

~~He'd actually be stuck with one ibn-La'Ahad and one ibn-Altair...~~

I want this. Bad.

~~True, but as per usual, blame Bowden for this inaccuracy~~

I really want to see this one filled too.

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Comedy = Tragedy + Time Ch1a/??

Re: Comedy = Tragedy + Time Ch1b/??

Annoying mad man..

OP

Re: needs more femslash

Re: You're My Everything 2/???

Altair/Tazim; Darim/Tazim

Re: Altair/Tazim; Darim/Tazim

UNF

Re: Altair/Tazim; Darim/Tazim

Malik/Machiavelli

OP Mal/Mach

Re: the amphibian predilection [2/2]

Re: Coffee Breaks Part 2

Warrior monk in Venezia?

MP Request

Re: Federico/Ezio Audicest AU

Re: Federico/Ezio Audicest AU

Fill

WriteAnon Says:

Re: Warrior monk in Venezia?

Re: Coffee Breaks Part 2

Mini-Fills: Rebecca/La Volpe, Vidic/Christina, Adha/Erudito

Re: Altair/Tazim; Darim/Tazim

Re: Altair/Tazim; Darim/Tazim