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

This anon also wants to REALLY REALLY see this with a burning passion but with Ezio as the dom because I can honestly say I have never seen an AC D/S story with Leo as the sub because everyone just assumes that everyone else is writing him as such but not actually.

Does that make any sense?

Was listening to a Italian love song CD, and remembered a previous fill on part 2 where Ezio sang to his (young) lover.

I'd love to see more of that! I've particularly fallen in love with the song "Con Te Partiro." It's a newer song, but really beautiful. Here's a link to a translated version of the song (by Andrea Bocelli): www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wdx5nGphnAI

Please fill anons! *puppy eyes*

I'm on this, but I have one question, can I use fairies and the like, too?

Desmond sighed again, staring out the window. His two new bodyguards, his cousins Altair and Ezio, were now employed to watch him like a hawk. He was not happy about this, but his father had insisted they were for his own protection after he was caught trying to escape ten times. Ezio and Altair didn’t seem too excited about it, either. He glanced over at them, sitting quietly, hunched over with their eyes covered, silent. They were extremely quiet. It annoyed Desmond.

He stared out the open window, watching the sunset. He felt like a captive in his own home. He fiddled with the charm his mother had given him for his fifth birthday: it was a small, blue stone that sparkled like water. When he touched it, he often expected his hands to come away wet. The string that held it around his neck was a faint pink and green, as if were made of roses. Leonardo, his teacher, shook his head at such ideals, but it reminded Desmond of the rose bushes in his mother’s garden.

A creature carved of the most beautifully grained, light brown wood held onto the stone. It had three fingers on either side of the head, in which a long, leaf-vein patterned trunk came down the middle of the stone. On its head was a hat that was more intricately detailed that came up to a rounded point. It had eyes without pupils and no mouth. He loved it. He loved his mother. With a smile, he tugged on the charm and looked back at the sunset.

It was at times like these that his bones felt weak; his blood, thick; and his breathing, shallow. He felt sick, and his stomach churned as if it were. In the sunset, he hated his prison. Sometimes, he fancied he saw mythological creatures play in the lands beyond his castle’s walls, and he wanted to join them. He hated his life.

He couldn’t talk about them to anyone. Leonardo worried; Ezio and Altair scoffed; his siblings laughed; his father dismissed him—it was only his mother who would listen to such wild ideas. She filled his head with stories as they sat in her gardens, surrounded by the flowers and the plants. She told him of the glory days of the assassins and knights, when they would fight a dragon and win, when they would be forced to leave because of fairies. Desmond drank every story like life-giving water. He knew it was foolish—he knew it was something for princesses to do. But he couldn’t care less. His mother was the only one who seemed to love him in the castle.

He knew that he wasn’t strong. He couldn’t wield a sword like his two brothers. He couldn’t sing beautifully like his eldest sister, or sew wonderfully like his middle sister. He couldn’t even dance as gracefully as his youngest brother or sister. He was useless, and his father never ceased to remind him of that. If it weren’t for his mother, he probably would’ve committed suicide a long time ago.

He smiled as he thought of his mother. She was beautiful—there was never a fairer lady in all their world. Some of the servants had spread rumors that she was actually the last maiden rescued by a knight. He wanted to be out there. Of course, his father had made it clear that he would never have the chance, never be married—not a disgrace of a son like him. With a sigh, he changed into his nightclothes and sat by the window again.
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A fairy tale, for you. If this isn't what you wanted, feel free to let me know. But, it is sticking to the prompt... ?_?

“You know, the fairies are supposed to have their ball tonight.”

He near jumped out of his skin. He turned to look at the servant who had spoken. He was young, with curly red hair.

“It the perfect time for theft, you realize.”

The boy’s eyes sparkled with mischief. He tilted his head.

“They act up all over the place. I dare you: listen to the king’s time with the people—there will many, many more cases of theft than ever before.”

“Why do they do it tonight?”

“Because tonight marks the beginning of the summer. The fairies are always more active during the summer, your majesty.”

The boy sat down next to him. He could feel Ezio’s gaze on him, and he ignored it.

“Why?”

The boy laughed. “I will show you: tomorrow, I will bring you a relic of the fairies, yes?”

He perked up. “How old are you?”

“I am seventeen.” The boy had a charming smile.

Desmond found himself smiling back. “What’s your name?”

“My nickname is Salai, Prince Desmond.”

“What would you bring me back?”

“What do you want?”

Desmond looked thoroughly flabbergasted. He had never had anyone ask him what he wanted before. He thought long and hard.

“You are a prince,” Ezio spoke. “Do you not have everything you want? Why do you let a thief get you something?”

“There are some things that no amount of money can buy,” Salai spat. “Had you a head on your shoulders, you would see clearly.”

Desmond smiled warmly as a thought entered his head. It was utterly ludicrous, but felt right. “A silver saucer and a transparent apple—but never mind if there are none.”

The young man laughed gaily and walked to the door, though it looked more like a dance. “So you wish it, so it shall be. Tomorrow morn, you will find them in your stockings.”

Salai laughed again: Desmond found himself almost bewitched by the boy. After he left, he found himself wearing a huge smile.

“You are foolish,” Altair said, and Desmond found himself too elated to care.

“No wonder the others dislike you,” Ezio murmured. “You are useless. Their nickname for you is appropriate.”

Desmond looked back out the window to find Salai outside the castle walls, waving. He smiled in return and watched him run out. Surprisingly enough, he found sleep an easy companion that night.

Not OP loves this. I also kinda freaked out when Salai showed up. Is this going to be Des/Salai cause I think my head would explode if it is!

The angst is usually delicious, but I would like to see these two before things go to hell; before Solomon's Temple and before Altair got too lost in his own ego.

Friendship/bromance/anything is welcome!

Bonus points for young assassins lounging in very high places. ~~because it's never been done before ofc~~

The next morning, he woke with energy—something he hadn’t had in a long time. With a child’s eagerness, he hopped out of bed and walked to the place with his stockings. Sure enough, nestled in the soft socks—something he would trade for freedom in a heartbeat—was a small silver saucer and a transparent apple. His jaw dropped. He had been joking when he requested these things. Then, his lips twisted into a smile.

He was dressed before a servant came to get him to wake him up. Instead, he saw with surprise, it was Ezio and Altair who had to be wakened. He clutched the apple and the saucer in his hands.

“I see the thief delivered,” Ezio murmured. “What will you do with it now?”

He smiled energetically at his assassin. “I will spin the apple in the saucer.”

Ezio rubbed his face. “Stupid as well as useless.”

He entered the room for the lessons much calmer and sat at the back table. His six brothers and sisters were all ready taking the other chairs. He sat quietly and placed the saucer down and the apple in it.

Damn his luck his eldest brother heard: “What are those, Useless?”

Desmond tried to maintain a smile as Ezio said, “A transparent apple and a silver saucer, in which he intends to spin the apple in the saucer.”

All his siblings laughed, and he wished for the companionship of Salai again—a boy his age. Nevertheless, as they turned around, he spun the apple in the saucer, watching as it spun faster and faster on its own accord. He could feel Ezio and Altair standing over his shoulders. Soon, it was spinning so fast it looked like nothing more than mist in the plate, and Desmond breathed softly, “Spin, spin, apple in the silver saucer. Spin so that I may see the world. Let me have a peep at the throne of the fairies. Let me see the gold of a dragon’s cave and the waters where the sirens sing. Let me see the far off mountains painted purple and the deserts painted in fire.”

And his eyes grew wide with delight as he stared at the little glass whirlpool in the saucer. He could hear Ezio and Altair murmur behind him. As he stared, a beautiful throne, decorated in all manner of flowers, sat on the edge of river. A beautiful young woman, who looked like she was birthed of the forest, sat, weeping, on the chair. A second throne sat beside her, empty. Her skin was colored with the richest dyes, and her hair was braided with eagle’s feathers and butterflies wings. Her clothes were sewn of the richest flower petals, and her jewelry was made of the finest gems.

It faded to a cave, glittering with gems and gold. A nest was in the middle of it, and in the middle of the gem nest was a small, green dragon. Desmond gasped in wonder as it rolled around in the piles of gold, and his heart skipped a beat when another dragon—twenty times larger—came flying in with a dead cow. It was stunning. Its belly was covered with the most beautiful of all gems, and its eyes blazed like the sun. Its scales shimmered a deep forest green, and its roar sent shivers down his spine.

It faded once more, and Desmond was on the edge of his seat as he saw water. It was beautiful, glimmering and sparkling in the morning sun. Waves lapped a smooth rock protruding from the seas, and he heard the loveliest of voices. It showed him the three most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life. Their music wrapped around him and closed him in a safe cocoon. They looked straight at him and seemed to beckon him.

He found himself touching the mist, entranced as it switched to the mountains, glittering purple. They were the most majestic purple he had ever seen as the sun rose behind them, and he wished to see it for real. The sunlight glittered and illuminated the mountains, and he fancied he could see a dragon returning to its cave. It changed suddenly, so suddenly, in fact, he had to shield his eyes from the colors of the desert as it burned in the noon sun. As he removed his arm, he found himself staring at the fiery sands of the great deserts to the west.

The apple started taking shape again, and Desmond found himself wishing for more. He would trade the life of comfort and ease in an instant to be able to travel the world—poor, dirty, and hungry. He wanted to see the places outside so badly that it hurt.

When he picked the apple up and held it daintily in his hands, he became aware of his teacher and siblings gathered around. Instinctively (used to older hands grabbing), he clutched the apple and the saucer to his chest and shrunk back. Leonardo was staring at him, wide-eyed.

“Where did you get such a gift, Prince Desmond?”

Desmond chewed his lip. Ezio answered for him. “The servant boy Salai.”

Leonardo looked confused. “There is no servant named Salai. I know all the servants, even the ones admitted this morning.”

Desmond clutched it tighter when he saw his sibling’s greedy stares. He wasn’t going to let them take his gift away. It was his. He felt the ache in his body again, dull and throbbing. When Leonardo reached out to touch the apple, he bit at his hand.

“No!”

Leonardo recoiled in surprise. “Y-your Majesty! I simply wanted to examine it! You have never had me ask—”

“No!” Desmond snarled, feeling a fire burn within. “It’s mine. Take what you will from me, but you will never have this so long as I am locked inside this pit!”

He brought his knees up to provide an extra layer of security, sending his fiercest glare to all of them.

“Desmond,” his eldest brother began, “stop this foolishness. Let us see if this ‘Salai’ really did bring you such a gift, surely he meant for you to share.”

“No. He asked me. It is mine. I am not sharing.”

“What would mother say?” his oldest sister said.

“I don’t care what mother would say!” he shouted.

“Desmond?”

He whipped around so fast his neck hurt. His mother was walking in, as she usually did to sit in on lessons. He bowed his head, ashamed. Her voice was so soft and calm, he likened it to the sirens he heard.

“What are you shouting about?”

“Desmond received a new toy, and he won’t let us see,” the middle sister said.

She walked over and stood by her boy. “May I see it, Desmond?”

Ashamed, he pushed them toward her rapidly. She smiled warmly at him and took them with such gentleness, Desmond felt a small smile tug at his lips. He watched her look them over, entranced by his mother’s beauty and care. Finally, she handed them back to him.

“You’d best watch over them, Desmond. They’re a powerful magic. I’m sure they will work only for you, but such a gift should have the utmost care. A relic from the fairies, indeed.”

He gaped. He never told his mother it was a relic from the fairies. She smiled warmly and placed a hand on his cheek.

“You are blessed, my child, to have such an admirer. Such a toy belongs to the Queen of the fairies, and the boy who took it from her must be bold.”

He looked down at the apple and saucer in his hands. “Is that why she was crying?’

“No,” she kissed his forehead, “no, the Queen weeps for a reason other than that.”

“Does it have to do with the empty throne?”

His mother caressed his cheek again, and he leaned into it. Her skin was so soft and smooth it felt like cream. “An empty throne is always a bad sign. But the fairies do not rest until it is filled. You should be on aware, especially with your birthday so soon.”

Desmond continued to stare at the treasures in his lap before laughing once and smiling at his mother. “You don’t have to worry. The fairies wouldn’t want someone like me. It is probably your eldest daughter they’d want.”

His mother laughed. He kept the treasures close, reveling in the irritated looks from his siblings. Lessons went off without another hitch, and as soon as they were done, Desmond was off to his chamber to sit at the window and spin the transparent apple. He saw great forests and giants animals that roamed them. It showed him the rivers from many countries over. The barren, white wastelands of the North and South were beautiful.

“I’m glad to see you’re enjoying your gift.”

He looked up, a large smile on his face. He saw Salai standing there, a tray in hand.

“It took quite a bit of fancy work, but I got it.”

“Thank you!” he shouted. “Thank you!”

“I brought you some food. You missed lunch and dinner.”

Desmond smiled. “Would you eat with me?”

“Sure.”

The curly-headed boy smiled charmingly, and Desmond felt his heart clench. He was happy, and it felt nice.
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I owe large credit to the Russian tale "The Tale of the Transparent Apple and the Silver Saucer." It's my favorite fairy tale. :3

Should be pt.4. I failed miserably. Forgive me. D:

Anyway, check the tale out. I love it. It's by Arthur Ransome.

I'm totally on this!

What did he do wrong?!

This has been bugging me FOREVER so I might as well.

I've seen a few requests for Ezio / Plague doctor, medic, and so on. Not the Templar Doctor mind you and some of them get really hot, surprisingly and amazingly.

So I'm gonna ask for a recruit / doctor esque kind of fill. Assassin goes to one of the medics while injured, and it turns into something else. Genders can be whatever whoever fills it out wants, I just wanna read something like this. Thanks!

(This is f0rk I'm just too lazy to log in @_____@)
Uuuuh, this is really a good idea, but I'm horrible and stupid. Let me confirm what you're thinking before I make the world explode.
So open a pt. 1/2 fill only (as in a new journal entry) and have people post stories in there linking back to the original meme?

That sounds about right. Same rules apply, adding in that each filler has the responsibility of linking back to the original prompt and the older chapters/parts of the fill. Then they can finish up the fill on the new post. (No reposting of the older chapters on pt 1/2!)

I'm playing the da Vinci Disappearance DLC and just arrived to Leonardo's workshop. Salai gives me the shits. He actually GIVES ADVICE to EZIO MOTHERFUCKING AUDITORE on how to avoid their pursuers on the way back to his workshop and tells him helpfully "If you want to get somewhere faster, avoid their swords".

WTF

ARE

YOU

SERIOUS

Me: DO YOU KNOW HOW *LONG* I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS, YOU CHEEKY LITTLE BASTARD?

Ezio says nothing in the game at this disrespect. But I would like a little scene set during this memory, before they realise Leonardo has been taken. Salai at the inn smirks and plays up to Ezio, obviously finding him attractive, then they run back towards the workshop and he PRESUMES to give Ezio combat/stealth advice or maybe criticises something Ezio did.

Ezio calmly takes Salai by the throat, pushes him against the nearest wall and tells him how it is. Not hurting, just - showing. What the difference is between a battle-hardened Assassino aged in his late 40s and a 20something little brat who never worked or fought a day in his life.

Salai is completely obedient the rest of the way home.

SECONDED!!

Waiting eagerly! :D

I'm not the person who this, but here is a fill for you:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6582503/1/Petruccios_Secret

The statement "My soul cries for this." is scarily accurate. YES PLEASE.

This is a beautiful prompt. I hope that someone fills it. ;-;

bahaha. this prompt makes me laugh because I CAN TOTALLY RELATE. I spent the entire time Ezio ran around with Salai yelling at my TV: "Really? REALLY, MOTHERFUCKER?"

So, yes. Seconded.

I'm not sure if I'm supposed to post this here but please I really need help finding this one fic D:
I remember bits like

At the beginning some how Altair is in Ezio's timeline and starts to follow him.

Altair and Ezio are slightly wounded and end up treated by leonardo. who also serves them wine.

Later, Leonardo is captured and is forced to work for a templar?
Cue Altair and Ezio goes to save him.

If anyone know's where I can find this fic or what it's even called please post! It's driving me crazy and I'll love, worship, be eternally grateful to anyone/s who helps

Basically I want Leonardo pushing Ezio down and riding him like there's no tomorrow. Ezio is used to it, so he doesn't fight. I'd prefer Brotherhood! Or late-AC2!Ezio. Not rough sex, but not mushy, either. They're still men, but they're lovers.

Bonus points if:
Leo doesn't stop until Ezio's shooting dry,
Ezio gives Leo a blowjob afterwards
Leo makes fun of Ezio's chubby middle
Ezio is /very/ well endowed (Something I wish Ubisoft would have given him - a bigger package, poor guy)

-bolts off to fill prompts-

I'm in a fluffy Ezio/Leo mood.

Please I want Ezio to save Leonardo from some templar/guards- but his leg is injured.

Feeling guilty Ezio offers to carry him - ie Bridal style.
Cue Leonardo getting embarrassed/turning red,telling Ezio to let him down, etc but secretly he actually likes it alot.

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Re: Ezio/Leonardo, world of dom and sub

Ezio Singing

Re: AU Ezio/Altair/Desmond

Queen's Own

Queen's Own pt2

Re: Queen's Own pt2

Altair/Malik - Happier times

Queen's Own pt.3

Queen's Own pt.5?

Writefag here.

Re: AU Art student Leonardo / Swim Team star Ezio

Re: Flacking Fresco [1/?]

no subject

no subject

OP

Salai pisses Ezio off

Re: Wall fuck

Re: AU Art student Leonardo / Swim Team star Ezio

Re: Why Petruccio collects feathers

no subject

Re: Brotherhood, Leonardo/MaleAssassinRecruit

Re: Salai pisses Ezio off

Help finding a fic!

Leo/Ezio, powerbottom!Leo

Bridal style