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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.

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When Altair repeats the process, Malik reaches out and clasps a hand around his neck, the curve of Altair’s adam’s apple resting against the cup of his palm. Instantly, the assassin’s breath stutters to a stop, his entire body going rigid in standstill. His mouth is closed, one hand tightens on the pipe and the other clenches into a loose fist at his side, the knuckles digging into Malik’s hip, but he makes no move to throw him off or retaliate. He could very easily, but he wouldn’t - not against this person, not these days.

This time, it is Malik who turns in his seat and leans over Altair, but rather than sealing them together, he stops just as their noses brush and parts his lips in silent request. He smiles when Altair seems to understand immediately, pushing against the restraining collar of his hand to crush their mouths together. In one breath, he blows out the air and smoke in his mouth, pushing it into awaiting empty space. Malik takes it with a deep inhale, leisurely and measured, eyes open but lowered as he leans back and contemplates the strange, mixed combination of drug and assassin alike.

“A weak blend,” he declares at last, letting his hand slide down to rest on Altair’s stomach. “There is not quite enough.”

“If you want some, you know how to get it for yourself,” Altair mocks, expression mild but eyes glinting a dull, warm gold with amusement.

“I do,” Malik agrees, leaning forward again. He presses their bodies against each other, trapping his own hand between them, and steals another deep, quiet kiss. For all the heat in the air, under their skins, and between their mouths, their hands stay where they are, content and without the need to explore already-mapped territory - not today, not now, at least. This time, when he sits back, he licks his lips, as if savoring the unique flavor. “A little better,” he remarks.

Altair raises a brow. “I did not have any smoke in my mouth that time.”

Regardless, Malik is already pushing forward again. He meets no resistance, and Altair lets go of the pipe to press his fingertips into the fabric at the dip of the other man’s back. Malik bears them down into the pillows, burying them under patterns and tassels and the dark, warm cover of his outer robe. He has different ideas about archaic traditions and means of recreation, and Altair goes down without a fight, perhaps having sensed this as well, from the moment Malik came into the room.

“No,” Malik concedes, “But it is not the hashish that I wanted.”

HOLY SHIT, NOSTALGIA BOMB!

I'm honestly surprised no one's requested this before. ~~probably because no one remembers this old school anime orz~~ But most definitely seconded!

Passerby!Anon says, This was both sexy and sweet. <3

Driveby Anon is SO EXCITED FOR THIS! I mean, Leo has a fetish for flight in the first place, so I can only imagine how he'll react to see a cute guy with wings....

Altair!anon here... I have to say I really love this, but my Altair's got kind of the exact opposite reaction to people touching his wings, like it's sort-of painful...? It's funny how two people will take the same basic prompt and go two different directions story mechanic-wise (that's the only way I can think to put it).

I dunno. I love this, anon, and I'll definitely keep reading. <3

That was adorable and amusing all at once. Anon is busy trying to cram hearts into your anon!cubbyhole.

Have my LOVEEE~

this is great!

lovely!

XDDDDD I don't have any more internets to give you. Would cookies be fine?

I don't mind the non-porn. I love it the way it is! Shaun balking at the promise to be nice was awesome! XD And the fact that they had to bribe Des with cookie dough before he would consider forgiving them. <3 (Cookie dough solves a lot of problems.)

XD NotMyFaultThisTime!Anon (damn, that's a mouthful! XD) would like to say that I love you forever, and can u has my bebies? You did an OT4! And they're all in a happy, feathery pile!

This really did make me smile, and made my day so much better. I was giggling in the back of a moving truck when Shaun even admitted to the fact that being nice would be asking a lot of him (and it didn't last very long, either. He was back to teasing Des when he woke up. XD So much love.) I got lots of strange looks from my family.

I love the "wing-violated" bit. He's gonna have to learn how to control those things pretty soon otherwise those wings will start to look ratty even with daily grooming.

OP declares you are amazing. Thank you so so much!!
God damn, now I need a shower >>;

X-men/Assassin's creed!

I'm not sure where anybody would go with this, but mixing mutants into Assassin's creed makes me happy!

jsdhfk

Anon is loving you to infinity. <333333

I'm sorry if this is a dumb place to ask this but I'm not a very familiar LJ user and I'm not quite sure if I'm commenting right.

I posted something a few days ago to this prompt and it hasn't shown yet because it said it's undergoing review from the OP of the thread (I'm assuming that's fork), but it seems I can comment without review if I don't have a link/attachment in my post.

Is there a way to avoid the review, or is the wait required for art posts?

oo i'm sorry i dumb ;o;

I've been replaying ACB and during an assassination mission, I was caught and had to run away. One of the comments I heard from the guards was

"He runs like a girl!"

I would like to see a fic where Ezio usually acts his cool and manly self, but sometimes slips up and reveals a bit of his secret girly side (how girly is up to anon) and the response people give him. It can be crack or sweet, whatever you want anon.

Holy shit! I haven't checked the AC kink for awhile now and you were continuing this prompt!

Wrier anon your the best! I'm so happy they are many others who are enjoying/loving your story too.!

Bless your face anon! I would HUG YOU SO MUCH!!!

But then i can see Ezio trying damn hard to beat this 'old man' then getting butt hard when he's failing XD

A/N: I do not know Italian, so the Italian stuff in this bit is solely my shitty knowledge and translators. I'm sorry to all the Italians out there if I slaughtered your language!

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They walked back to the locker rooms (together) and entered them (empty) to get dressed and warmed up (alone). This time, Leonardo kept his eyes down as he dried off and undressed, refusing to let his eyes wander back to the other male not six feet to his left. Leonardo had stalled so long in the pool that everyone else, even Malik, had finished showering and dressing for the rest of the day and moved on to their next class or a lunch break. Leonardo hadn’t expected Malik to wait up for him, as his next class was on the other side of campus (plus, the gesture would have been showing too much compassion, something Leo knew Malik didn’t have enough of).

It wasn’t until he zipped up his jacket and was going for his scarf that he heard ‘Ode to Joy’ admitting from his backpack. He quickly grabbed the phone from his bag and took a glance at it, seeing the name and picture attached (he also caught sight of the little alert indicating that he had missed three calls already from the same person). He pulled the phone open and turned his back to Ezio as to construct an invisible barrier between the conversation about to take place and the swimmer’s ears.

Sadly, this barrier was only present in Leonardo’s mind, something that Ezio did not get the memo to, and so he couldn’t help but cock his head in the artist’s direction and listen.

“Hello? Yes, I—what? You did what?!” His voice echoed in the empty locker room and made him remember that it wasn’t really empty. He pulled the phone a little closer to his ear and whispered rather angrily through the speaker in Italian (because he could feel Ezio looking and listening over his shoulder, but he didn’t know Ezio knew Italian as well).

“Che cosa stai dicendo ‘licenziato’? Perché? Oh dio, Salai, mi dica lei sta mentendo. Che tipo di idiota, stupido —“ He paused in his ranting to take a breath, to calm himself before he decided to throw his phone against the wall. After a second, he continued, his voice a forced serenity. “Dove? Okay Okay, soggiorno dove siete. Ci sarò anche io in cinque minuti.”

Leonardo huffed and without another word, hung up the phone. Clearly he was upset as he quickly threw the rest of his belongs either in his backpack or into his locker and closed it in a hurry. Ezio simply watched the blond in his quick, angry movements get a slight smile out of it all. That is, until Leonardo turned around to face him.

“I’m sorry,” The blond said, as if he was running out on plans they had together. “I have to go. My boyfriend has to be the stupidest person on earth!” He hissed, pulling his hood over his still damp hair. “See you Wednesday, though?”

He was gone before he got the reply that would have never come. Simply because Ezio was still stunned that the other male had spoken about his ‘boyfriend’ and how, secretly, that made his heart fall right into his stomach. As he watched Leonardo practically run out the door, he could feel the disappointment drag that smile from his face.

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A/N: Something interesting will happen soon, I swear...

I feel bad for wanting young!ezio taken advantage of, but damn.

Because I am royally sick of seeing that poor woman getting little/no love.

I like Altaïr/ Malik/Ezio/whoever, don't get me wrong, but I really want a bit of love for Maria and Altaïr too! It's canon, and it suits Altaïr! No offence to the people who hate her, but I'm really glad he ended up with a strong and combative woman who can KICK ASS rather than a whiny bitch.

Now that my rant is over, here's the ideas.

Altaïr/Maria. Before or after they start living together and having babies. Anywhere, anytime. Can be roleplaying, dom!sex, bondage, hate!sex, or simple fluff and/or humor, or even all of the above.

I just want Altaïr and Maria to fuck each other raw.

End of story.

(Please excuse my epic ranting, I was pissed off at the lack of love for the couple.)

Seconded.

I lol'd hard and promptly looked up that South Park episode. Someone needs to do a Maury/Jerry Springer/etc. crossover crackfic, pronto. I also decided that I needed to write this. Hopefully you anons will be pleased.

Malik had always been a good cook, and the loss of his left arm did little to impair his ability. He did grudgingly enlist Altair to help him every so often by carrying groceries or putting things in the oven, but for the most part, Malik did the cooking on his own. In fact, he took care of most of the housework; Altair had a full-time job, and he wanted Kadar to focus on his studies, so that left him to play the role of maid. Keeping house wasn’t easy, and nothing aggravated him more than when Altair came home and asked him what he’d scraped off the road for dinner that night.

Nothing, except for when Kadar refused to finish his meal.

Malik had made steak that night. Altair had, as always, cleaned his plate in less than a minute, and Malik whopped him for being a slob and denied him dessert. Altair then sulked up to his room, sticking his tongue out at Malik like the insolent novice he was. Kadar had remained silent the entire time Malik was eating. After he had finished, Malik lowered his fork, stared at Kadar with a cocked brow, and asked, “What?”

That had been an hour ago. Kadar still sat with his arms crossed, slouched in his chair, and continued to be unresponsive. Malik had a surprising amount of patience when dealing with his younger brother, but he was rapidly approaching his limit. Malik sighed, tapping his finger on the table. “Kadar, I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but I do know that you need to finish your steak and wash up for bed. You have school tomorrow.” Kadar responded by sinking deeper into his chair and frowning as hard as humanly possible. The resemblance to his older brother was striking. Kadar mumbled something under his breath.

“Speak up, Kadar. If you have something to say, say it and be quick about it.”

Kadar looked up and locked eyes with his brother. “Whatever. I do what I want.” His stare was as hard as stone, but his voice barely rose above a murmur.

Malik’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?"

Kadar jumped up and slammed his palms on the table. “I said, whatever, I do what I want.”

Was Altair’s impudence rubbing off on him? “Sit down, Kadar, and finish your food. I’m not going to ask you again.” Malik’s cheek rested on his hand. “You can’t keep doing this.”

Kadar exploded. “WHATEVER, I DO WHAT I WANT! I RUN WITH TWELVE GANGS! I HAVE SEX WITHOUT PROTECTION! I CLUB BABY SEALS WITH OTHER BABY SEALS! I DO DRUGS AND I KILL PEOPLE! WHATEVER, I DO WHAT I WANT!”

Malik heard a stifled laugh coming from the staircase. Altair was trying to contain himself so hard that he was practically falling off the railing. “Altair, you moron, what the hell did you do to my brother?!” Malik picked up his plate, threw it at Altair’s fat head, and watched it hit the wall behind him. The man made no effort to conceal his laughter now; the room was filled with his loud guffaw and the pounding of his fists on the railing. Altair was starting to catch his breath when Kadar picked up his steak, screamed “I DO WHAT I WANT!”, and ran up and smacked his brother upside the head with it. Altair burst out laughing again. Malik roared, yanked the steak out of Kadar’s hands, and proceeded to beat Altair with it.

Unfortunately, their neighbors heard Altair yelling “Malik, please stop!” and Malik screaming that he’d better shut up and “take it like a man” and called in a domestic disturbance to the police. The two older men then had to explain that they were not and had never been lovers and that Kadar was not their adopted son. After the situation was cleared up, Malik, Kadar, and Altair received a ride home in a police cruiser. During the trip, Malik said only one thing: “Fuck steak.”

WTFH, anon. D: No, it's not your fault. I promise. Don't feel dumb.

.... I didn't know screening was back. We've been having all kinds of problems with LJ. Screening, eating comments, Captcha. Bah. D: Stupid LJ. Try posting it again. And don't worry if it ends up showing up twice. We've had peopkle post prompts, like, seven times.

Eagerly awaiting to see your artfill! :D

I'm not here to create arguments or anything, but just because Altaïr has fallen for Maria and not for Malik doesn't appear OC for me.

Okay, yes, the Adha part IS OC. But it's more in character for Altaïr to fall for a woman who can kick ass than nothing at all.

Ahhhhh, well that was kinda just awesome! My face is all hot after reading this, haaaa. XD; Great job, anon!

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Crossover!

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Artist!anon needs LJ related help ;_;

He runs like a girl

OP here

OP: Bed Twister

Keep your Head above Water [5/?]

Why can't I hold all this want.

Maria deserves love too!

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Mini-Fill

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Re: The Apple made me do it! (Altair/Malik, Altair/Maria)

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