asscreedkinkmeme ([personal profile] asscreedkinkmeme) wrote2011-03-29 05:37 pm
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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.3
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Get out of my bureau!

☃ 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!

List of Kinks
(Livejorunal) Archive
#2 (Livejournal) Archive
( Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
Part 1
Part 2
Part 4
Part 5
Fills Only


(Anonymous) 2011-05-24 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
This anon has a shameless love of roses. The smell of the roses, the feel of the petals--not a fetish, I'm not aroused by them, but a deep love of them. They're beautiful and sensual. I get jealous when I see people receive roses. I dry mine and keep them.

I want to see something with roses, preferably DesxShaun. But AltxMal might be good too since it's so ludicrous.

A rose for your thoughts...

(Anonymous) 2011-06-15 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
This anon is seriously apologizing if OP doesn't like.

He frowned and for a whole minute stared at the bundle of... flowers on top of the counter, before directing a full glare towards a pair of shaking and visibly nervous novices in front of him.

-What-? Did you-

-They were here when we came! I swear!-all but yelled one of the poor guys before the other bowed deeply and shoved a package on the Dai's direction, leaving Malik to stare at the leather bag with an annoyed expression.- The items you sent for... can we--

He shushed them and they stood there trembling in silence, watching the Dai turn his gaze from the bag and set it fully on the counter, analyzing the flowers.

He was in... shock. There, in front of him was a bundle of the most beautiful, pure white roses he had seen in his life. And somehow he never noticed anyone entering the Bureau and leaving them there, if what the novices told him was true.

Somehow he got too concentrated on his maps and someone, a novice, an assassin, damn SOMEONE, entered the Bureau without the Dai noticing it and left him a bundle of beautiful roses.

Which got him a little surprised because of how sweet their scent was, filling the whole room of it.

He could have been killed for a moment and someone instead left him with a bundle of roses.

A gasp from one of the boys startled him out of his thoughts, and he frowned.

-Out, and take those... white things with you.- he said, throwing them said bunch of white roses and turning around.

He heard the clumsy steps of both novices making a hasty retreat and huffed to himself.

Seriously, couldn't he get a time without someone ruining his good mood?

Just as if fate wanted to slap him in the face, he heard a too well known voice behind him and had to refrain the impulse of shoving his head against the bookshelf and knocking himself unconcious.

-Safety and peace Malik. Having a good day?

"Patience, Malik, do not let him get to you today." just the man he wanted so badly to avoid today.

-Just what are you doing here, Altair.- he replied, going through some books and trying his hardest to stay calm and collected.-Surely you have better things to do than coming here and--

-I have some spare time today- said Altair, and Malik could listen the soft steps approaching- and I thought you could use some company here...

-Then you should spend it training instead of coming here and being a bother.-he replied annoyed, ignoring the last comment.

He heard Altair snicker behind him, making him raise his eyebrow in curiosity and wanting so badly to turn around and discover the cause for said snicker, but decided against paying the man too much attention and kept rearranging the maps.

-Yeah, training...- Altair muttered, and his words sounded a bit slurred, making the Dai stop his previous attempts at ignoring him.

"The hell?" Was Altair drunk? His nose recognized the distinctive smell of alcohol mixed with the faint scent of roses. He was just about to turn when he felt another body press against his back and before he had the time to even talk, something light and soft was caressing the back of his keck and he had to let out a startled gasp, shivering at the touch.

Re: A rose for your thoughts... cont.

(Anonymous) 2011-06-15 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Ugh, stupid LJ word limit!! Dx


-If I can still snuck up on you, training is not that necessary.-Altair purred and pressed himself against Malik, who with a bit of an effort turned and blushed furiously when he found Altair's lips just an inch away from his.

-You are drunk- the Dai stated, trying his hardest to still remain in calm, and his heart skipped a beat when the other smiled sadly and sealed their lips with a chaste kiss that threw Malik's mind into a mess.-A-anyway, I don't recall you sneaking up on me.- he said a little breathlessly, not even bothering to think about running away anymore because it felt good, it felt wonderful and after a pair of more intense kisses he was holding onto dear life to Altair's shoulder because suddenly his knees felt like water.

-I needed some extra courage.-Altair murmured against the other's lips and Malik's eyes widened when a white rose was pressed to his cheek.-And about sneaking...

-You! I don't---mphn!

It wasn't that bad if Altair was the one who was sneaking into the Bureau, Malik realized that night, after finding out his counter wasn't the only place covered in roses...


Oh sheesh >.> *goes and hides in a corner* Hope you like it OP!

OP here

(Anonymous) 2011-06-15 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
OF COURSE I LOVE IT. :3 OMFGOSH, I have just had the worst time with a brat at the week-long camp I'm working at. Seeing this fill was incredible! I love it! Thank you so much!

Thank you so much! Thank you! I can't say it enough. I love it! *Saves it to computer* I love it!

....I'm sorry if I freaked you out with this review. I seriously did love it, and it was such a wonderful story to find waiting after a long day.

Captcha: You're lphysi ... I'm what?

Thanks OP!

(Anonymous) 2011-06-16 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
asdfasdfs I'm so relieved OP! I thought I was going to fail but if you say so xD Oh mai, I hope your time gets better from now on ;) You are welcome :)

Nah, I actually squealed in joy when I saw your review :D It makes me happy! *glomps*

Captcha means you're awesome, but captcha is being tickled to death and made some typos ;)

Re: A rose for your thoughts... cont.

(Anonymous) 2011-12-20 12:48 am (UTC)(link)

That is all :-D

Captcha: allenger Junior? But I never met allenger Senior!

any other [1/2]

(Anonymous) 2011-06-19 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Ack, I did not realize there was already an A/M fill. I hope no one minds a double fill with the same pairing. :(


There were flower petals drifting from the rooftops, disregarded by the majority of Masyaf’s citizens, but when one happened to brush under Altair’s nose, he found that he was the only one to look up in annoyance. Though there were only a few, once he had noticed them, Altair found the floating petals hard to ignore, and even harder when he heard the faint and familiar snapping of robes in the wind overhead.

Abandoning his position in line at the fruit stand, he tugged up the hood of his grey cowl and ran alongside the low buildings, eyes focused on the rooftops (sometimes, it was much faster on ground when there were no gaps and spaces to jump over). When he was sure that he had outdistanced the runner, Altair started to climb, palms burning against the heated stone walls. Nearing the top, he braced his arms over the edge, feet resting on a window sill as he peeked over.

Malik skidded to a halt in front of him, just short of taking two more steps to use Altair’s head as a jumping point. The older novice frowned, hefting the large bouquet of roses he carried to rest on his shoulder, just as a man would carry a heavy weapon.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said, sounding none too pleased.

It was a strange sight; Malik was in his austere grey robes with as much gear as a novice was allowed to carry — a sword and a belt lined with throwing knives— but the whole thing was terribly offset by the riot of bright orange, red, white and yellow flower arrangement he held. After a moment of quiet staring, Altair snorted.

“Are those for me, Malik? You shouldn’t have,” he said, propping his chin underneath is hands in a mock show of being flattered.

Malik raised his brow, the notion too absurd to be dignified with a retort. He lifted his boot, placing the tip of it against Altair’s forehead, pushing him slightly back without mercy.

“All right, so maybe not for me,” Altair conceded with a smirk, shifting his grip on the roof to avoid falling. “For who, then?”

Threat effectively made, Malik replaced his foot back on the floor. “It isn’t any of your business,” he said, irritated, but Altair did not even need to prod any further when Malik huffed, clearly frustrated. “But I doubt it would matter; I’m on assignment.”

Altair lifted himself up to sit on the roof proper, heels drumming against the wall below. He threw Malik a look over his shoulder. “Really,” he said, drawing the word out enough to grate on the other boy’s nerves and the need to explain himself.

“You know Master Husam? Well, he has been infatuated with some woman in the village since last week, and he sent a whole group of us to gather flowers, since he is too lazy to steal them himself,” Malik said, rolling his eyes. “Or, rather, I suspect he doubts his eye for floral beauty. Either way, this is ridiculous.” He swung the bouquet from his shoulder, sending a shower of loose petals over their heads and a lingering fragrance in the air before taking a seat next to Altair, legs crossed. The flowers were gently set aside, though it appeared to take some effort on Malik’s part to not throw them down instead.

Altair smirked. “You stole them?”

“I was ordered to get nice flowers, and there is a man down below who guards his garden jealously,” Malik replied with a shrug and a hint of a boyish grin. “So I figured they were worth taking. Whoever this woman is, she had better start courting Master Husam.”

Altair gave the bouquet a cursory look, noting the thin cloth wrapped around the stems of the roses and the corresponding spots of blood to the cuts on Malik’s fingers.

“You could have gone to the fields instead of going through all that trouble – they all look the same,” he pointed out.

To his surprise, Malik let out a bark of laughter. “Oh, you are lucky you do not have Husam as a teacher, or else you would have failed this assignment.”

any other [2/2]

(Anonymous) 2011-06-19 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Altair sat up, not caring if he was rising to whatever bait Malik had put out. He leaned over Malik’s lap and grabbed the bouquet, mindful of the thorns.

“I wasn’t aware that you were being judged to such a high standard. If that’s the case-” he began, holding the roses out of Malik’s reach. He pulled out the few that had gone limp or withered, tossing them to the ground below, despite Malik’s loud protests. It only took a couple of moments, and when he was done, Altair quickly rearranged the whole thing — flowering buds on the outside and the ones in full bloom in the middle, grouped into a pleasing colored pattern. Satisfied, he handed the bouquet back to a somewhat surprised Malik.

“No, I am pretty sure I would pass,” Altair said smugly.

To his credit, Malik took it back with just a mild look of disbelief and exasperation. He turned the bundle of flowers in his hands, eyeing them with an exaggerated critical air.

“I guess it will do,” the other boy announced. “But you missed one.”

Much to Altair’s consternation, Malik pulled out a thick-stemmed rose that was missing half its petals, though the ones that did remain were darkening at the edges, and Altair wondered how he had managed to miss that. Clicking his tongue, Malik used it to hit Altair’s face, the off-white petals soft and ticklish against his cheek and nose, until Altair was forced to pry the rose away from Malik’s fingers.

Unexpectedly, Malik offered little resistance, letting go with a crooked grin. He stood up, gripping the flowers lightly and nudging Altair again with his boot.

“I’ve wasted enough time,” Malik said, berating him as if the fault was his, and without saying any more, he took off, leaving Altair a little off-balanced and still holding the single white rose in the air. He was gone within seconds, disappearing over the Masyaf buildings with the agility and ease of a person who did not have a cumbersome bouquet to manage while climbing, or particularly mind, come to that.

With a huff, Altair lowered his arm and frowned at the flower in his hand. He looked past it where the other boy had been sitting, scattered white petals lying innocently to the side – all of which suspiciously matched the other half of the rose he held. He grimaced, if only to counter the way his face seemed to heat up.

“You really shouldn’t have,” Altair muttered, but he tucked it into his belt, already looking in the direction of the garden Malik spoke of.

He might as well find a way to say yes.

Re: any other [2/2]OP

(Anonymous) 2011-06-19 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Da~aw, thank you! :3 I love this fill! :D I never, in all my life, thought I'd get a double fill!

And I love how you made Altair (almost) wonderful at flower arrangement. It makes me smile! This was such a cute fic! Thank you so much, kind anon!

Re: any other [2/2]OP again

(Anonymous) 2011-06-19 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
OP forgot to mention that it was this anon's 18th birthday today, and this was a great present to get. :) The best one so far! XD Thank you again~!

Re: any other [2/2]

(Anonymous) 2011-06-19 02:01 am (UTC)(link)

That is just the cutest thing. *A*

Re: any other [2/2]

(Anonymous) 2011-07-05 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
so beautifully written I loved this fic so much!

Re: any other [2/2]

(Anonymous) 2014-03-15 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Art fill of "Any Other":