Demi: Getting back in the swing~ Sorry these are taking so long ;~; And this is a sort of modern AU - might write a few other prompts in this vein - only because pineapples didn’t really exist to le Renaissance folk of Florence xD
Demi: Had an idea as soon as I saw this word, hence why it was so quick. If jealousy is the main topic of a story, it always seems to be Vieri who gets jealous; I like to think that Federico gets just as jealous and possessive over Vieri, though perhaps the situations don’t arise as much xD Also, I do have to mention this: QI came on TV halfway through writing this. It’s impossible to concentrate on writing whilst Stephen Fry is on my television. So if it seems a little odd… just blame common sense.
Word prompted: Jealousy
Prompted by: Anon
Worksafe? Eh. No.
FEDerico. Not FREDerico. Or even Fredrico. FEDERICO. Federico. I’m sorry, but it’s just annoying me beyond belief now. The kink meme, particularly, is full of “Fredrico”s and I fully understand the argument of not all AssCreed writers’ first languages are English, but the names stay the same as far as I’m aware, and then there’s the database which specifically states “Federico" and then there are various fandom sites full of bios and it’s just….
Writing these two is starting to depress me. Expect
some a lot ofangst in future prompts, people xD
Word prompted: “Storm”
Prompted by: Anon
He should have been back hours ago. Damn that bastard Assassin, he should have been climbing through his window hours ago, but the only thing coming through the open entryway was a sharp wind and intense rain, which was causing a large puddle on the carpet between the fluttering curtains.
Vieri was not happy. Damn it all, he was worried and frustrated at being worried, and the entire situation was pissing him off. Federico was due to return from the Auditore villa in Monteriggioni earlier in the afternoon, and had promised Vieri—despite the Templar’s grumblings—that he would come to him as soon as he arrived back in Florence. It was now far into the night, the moon was nearing its zenith and Federico was nowhere to be found; not only that, but there was a fierce storm blowing outside. The wind could be heard howling even through many closed windows and doors, and the streets outside were submerged beneath ankle-deep water. Vieri dearly hoped the storm wasn’t worse out in the Tuscany countryside, but he’d overheard servants talking about rider-less horses galloping into Florence and other such stories that made those hopes fade.
There was a clap of thunder and Vieri jumped. He cursed himself, and curled further into the mound of blankets he’d wrapped around himself. He idly realised he should close the window, as enough of the wind was getting through the closed windows. He wished he’d stop antagonising himself over the whole thing. He should be grateful that the younger male was staying away. And of course he was staying away—Federico was an Assassin; a stupid storm was not going to defeat the stubborn idiota.
So why the fuck wasn’t he here?
He slumped back on his bed, burying his face in his pillow with a huff. The wind howled once again and the glass rattled in the panes, as if berating him for his actions and thoughts. More thunder, followed by a flash of lightning. He never liked storms. Storms reminded him of, well, anything bad: he’d seen his first killing, by the hands of his father, during a thunderstorm, and had done his first killing just before a lightning storm settled over Toscana’s countryside. He had never been a believer, but he sometimes wondered if the violent weather was God’s way of showing his anger at people’s actions. When a tempest was born, it—unconsciously—made him nervous, on edge in case it was down to his actions. Foolish notions, he knew, but…he’d thought it since he was young; it was hard to—
Something cold dripped onto his nose and he rolled over onto his back. Federico was beaming down at him, water trickling from his hair and clothes; in fact, the man was soaked to the bone, but still the bastard looked happy beyond belief.
“You fucking—you’re soaking wet! Get off my bed, get off!” Vieri hissed, pushing at Federico’s chest. The younger male laughed and pressed a sloppy kiss to Vieri’s cheek. “You fucking—get off! And you have—you have fucking mud on your boots, dear God get them off my bed! Do you—are you listening to me?!”
“No,” Federico replied simply. “Although…” His face contorted into a look of utter concentration, before two thumps sounded. “There, boots are off the bed. They were a bit muddy.” He smiled down at Vieri, resisting the urge to stroke his cheek; such an action, with wet hands, would not be appreciated. “I missed you. I really did.”
“I miss being dry.”
“So do I.”
Vieri glowered. “That was me trying to—”
A dramatically loud rumble of thunder sounded directly above them, along with a bright flash of lightning and Vieri jerked in shock, hands tightly gripping Federico’s tunic, inadvertently drawing him closer. Realising his actions, he glowered.
“Say nothing,” he hissed.
“What?” Federico blinked innocently. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I don’t like storms either. Really don’t like them. When that weather started up, I was scared shitless.”
“Bad things happen during a storm,” Vieri mumbled, looking away.
Federico smiled. “Not always.”
I want a Federico ;~;
Demi: Did my best, Anon. I had this idea of, well, Vieri doesn’t - to me, at least - seem like a sweet/dessert kind of person in terms of eating them, but he loves to indulge once in a while, in more alternative ways ;) It’s full of cheese though. The cliche type, i mean. Though cheese was a dessert in those times.
Word prompt: “Sweets”
Prompted by: (wonderful) Anon
Worksafe? Yeah, pretty much~
Vieri barely looked up from the mass of papers as Federico entered his room through the window; it happened so often, now, Vieri was unfazed by it and had stopped trying to kick the invader out. He heard the window click shut and Federico’s footsteps across the thick carpet, but all the while, he continued to browse the documents scattered across the desk, quill in hand and head supported by his other.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Federico cut him off. He stopped behind Vieri’s chair and, leaning around him, placed a firm kiss on Vieri’s lips. “You have work to do. I promise I won’t disturb you until you are finished. On my honour, I’ll amuse myself and not disrupt your work. I just had to get away from—”
Vieri wasn’t listening. He was concentrating on the taste of his lips; there was something different, a sharp flavour that took him aback. He looked at Federico, who was still talking about some stupid banquet at his palazzo and not really paying attention at all. Standing, Vieri walked the small distance between them and, putting a hand behind Federico’s head, pulled the younger male down into a deep kiss, tongue sweeping past the other’s lips and letting a moan loose at the flavours that exploded in his mouth.
“What have you eaten?” Vieri muttered against Federico’s lips, quickly pressing back again.
“Sweets,” Federico managed to mumble, before being smothered. “Pastries…marzipan mostl—mmph.”
Vieri shut him up again—he didn’t care anymore. The taste on Federico’s tongue was immense; so sweet, so tangy, so…Vieri was just hooked, pressing as close as he could get to the other male, fingers gripping hair to keep him near. So good. He had never been a lover of desserts, not one to be amused by the carved marzipan sculptures, nor addicted to the rich berry tarts as his sister was, but experienced second-hand, in Federico’s mouth was a whole different thing…
“It was a giant bird made of marzipan,” Federico whispered, voice full of humour and wonder as well, as he thought back to the sculpture.
“Uh-huh.” Vieri pulled him close again to resume the deep kiss.
But soon, the abrupt passion faded and they were merely exchanging little pecks, until Vieri pulled away completely and, without a word, walked back to his desk, getting on with his work once more. Federico gaped in surprise and confusion.
“What was that about?” he asked.
Vieri glanced at him through the corner of his eye. “You tasted sweet.”
“…So why stop?”
“Because you stopped tasting sweet. You aren’t as addicting as you were at first.”
There was silence for a little while. Vieri scribbled a few comments on certain documents, completely ignoring Federico, who was stood in utter shock and bewilderment at what had just occurred mere minutes before. Then, suddenly, as if someone had lit a barrel of gunpowder in his mind, he grinned and bounded over to the window, jerking it open and climbing out.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Vieri demanded, standing.
Federico winked. “To sweeten up. Whole statue of marzipan—might as well put it to use.”
Demi: Sorry these aren’t being done in order of requesting, I’m just going with the flow with a lot of these, which is how they’re supposed to work, really :s alas, my brain goes off on it’s own and fannies about a bit :/ But here you are, Anon.
Word prompt: “Bath”
Prompted by: Anon
Worksafe? Generally, yes.
(Also, I just finished writing this and hasn’t been looked at by a second pair of eyes - there may be many errors.)
With a contented sigh, Vieri rested his aching back against the cool marble bath and slid down further into the hot water ‘til it lapped across his shoulders. This was what he needed. After an entire day of horse-riding and the stresses of a cross-country race, he was completely exhausted and tender beyond belief and so a near-scalding bath, followed by a long night’s sleep, was much appreciated.
The sudden appearance of Federico, however, was not.
“I’m trying to relax,” Vieri muttered as he heard the window click shut. He kept his eyes shut, blocking out the Assassin.
“I can help.”
“No you can’t.” He huffed when he felt fingers card through his hair, refusing to admit—even to himself—that it was nice. Slowly opening his eyes, he jerked back in surprise at seeing Federico’s grinning face in front of his, albeit upside down, as the bastard leaned over him. “I’m tired. I don’t have the energy for your shit.”
Federico’s grin softened to a smile and he leant forward to press their lips together. It was a little bit awkward and a very strange experience, yet Vieri found himself letting go and sinking into the kiss, dripping fingers leaving the water to weave through brown locks and trail across the stubble-dusted jaw.
The younger male pulled back. “Sit up.”
“Why?” Vieri grouched with a scowl.
“Just trust me.”
With a belly-deep sigh, Vieri did as told; he really didn’t have the energy to argue or fight back against Federico. He didn’t expect to hear Federico kneel behind him and to feel rough hands begin to knead and squeeze the space where neck and shoulders met, and so had to mentally catch himself before he sunk straight back into the water. Federico kept massaging his shoulders, hands sometimes skimming down his arms and thumbs digging into the soft flesh of his neck. Dear God that felt good, though a little painful, as tense muscles were pressed and pinched, however he couldn’t complain about such pains, seeing as they were his own fault. And Vieri didn’t object, either, as Federico bent over again, running his lips across Vieri’s throat and then his chin as the elder male tipped his head back. Their lips joined once again and Federico’s hands started to drift down Vieri’s chest instead, fingers stroking skin gently soothingly. But when Federico’s hands dipped lower—
A cut-off groan rumbled out of Vieri’s throat. “What part of ‘trying to relax’ did you not understand?” he mumbled against Federico’s lips.
“I am relaxing you,” Federico whispered back. He pressed their lips together. “If you’re not in the mood—”
“Right now, I’m in the mood for relaxing. If you want to stay here, you’d better make yourself useful: stoke the fire, tidy up my riding clothes, stay out of my way and read a book, whichever. The minute I get out of this bath, then, you can continue…rubbing.”
A sly grin spread Federico’s lips; Vieri shared the same look, yet with more mischief.
“But, until then—” Vieri waved Federico away with a flick of his wrist. “I’m in the bath, therefore I’m relaxing. Until I leave this bath…you’re on your own.”
Demi: I’m not very good at writing smut, but I give it a try every now and again. This is the first thing that came into my mind when I saw the word “calm”, and wouldn’t leave my head, so apologies, Anon =] Also, I know this was prompted after a few others, but I needed to write this one, whilst I was in the, eh, mood, shall we say?
Word prompt: “Calm”
Prompted by: Anon
Worksafe? Not really~
Hey there, Anon. Said I’d get it up tonight. It’s a tad rushed, and I’m quite doped up to my eyeballs on various sleep-aiding drugs, so sorry if it’s… off or odd xD I promise to do a lot better with your other prompt <3
Prompted by: Anon
He inhaled deeply, resisting the urge to open his eyes. No, opening his eyes was a bad idea. With his eyes closed, he could pretend that he was elsewhere, could forget that he wasn’t standing on a rickety wooden ledge overlooking Florence. Hands were firmly placed on his hips, securing him in place, but the wind blew through his hair and the gaps in his clothes, attempting to upset his balance.
“Relax,” Federico murmured in his ear.
“How can I relax, you piece of—?!”
“Easy now, easy,” the younger male continued, as if speaking to a young colt. “I’m here.”
“That’s supposed to make me feel better?” Vieri replied dryly.
Federico chuckled. “Just open your eyes and look. The whole point of being this high is the view.”
“There is no point to being all the way up here,” Vieri snapped. “How the hell did I let you bring me up here?”
“A moment of insanity?”
“I seem to be having them a lot around you.”
“So it seems.” Federico chuckled, wrapping one arm around his waist as he rubbed his other hand up and down Vieri’s side. “I’m not going to let go of you, and you’re not going to fall. Trust me?”
Vieri didn’t say a thing.
“The key is balance—”
“Really? Never would have guessed!”
“Vieri,” Federico huffed. “Please. I’m trying to guide you through a leap of faith.”
“A leap…?” Brown eyes suddenly snapped open and he turned to face Federico. “No way in Hell are we leaping from here.”
“Good thing we’re not in Hell, then, isn’t it?”
“You are not clever and you are not funny. Now, you are going to get me down from his building.”
“That’s what I’m trying to—”
“No, not that way! Another way. A safer way. The view is nice, I get that—”
He was cut off as Federico pressed their lips together, hands clenching in his tunic at his hips. His eyes slipped shut as their mouths shifted against each other, leaning further against Federico’s taller frame. Pulling back, the Auditore smiled gently down at the other male.
“I promise that you’ll be okay. Trust me? This leap will be the best jump you’ve ever taken, both in the literal and metaphorical sense. It’s an amazing feeling, please just trust me.”
“So… you said something about balance?” the Pazzi mumbled, turning in strong arms and earning a chuckle from the younger male.
“Si. Balance is… everything.”
Anon, this isn’t your full prompt. It’s a random…thing of dialect that hasn’t really fitted into the prompt I’m writing for you and I don’t think will ever fit xD I’m halfway through your prompt, so expect it in the next few days, but until then~
Prompted by: Anon
Vieri huffed harshly, deep brown eyes scanning the expanse of water as his nose wrinkled from the stench.
“I don’t like Venice.”
“But they have boats here!”
Vieri sent him a levelled stare. “Federico, I am not four. I am not so amused by the concept of floating things in water like you are.”
“You are when it comes to bodies.”
“Exactly. Unless the Doge has redesigned the gondolas and had them remade from corpses, I am not interested in the boats and therefore—I still hate Venice.” He paused. “Besides, those tiny boats are so fragile and rickety. There is no way in Hell that I’m going in one of them. You could look at one of them and it would sink.”
“You don’t like water, do you?”
“It’s about not liking water. I would just prefer not to get wet or die.”
“But you don’t mind getting wet, though,” Federico purred in his ear.
“You’re an ass.”
“And you have a nice one.”
“Get out of my face.”
(Ooh, anon, nice word xD As strange as it sounds, I love this word, but with my dyslexia I usually fail upon writing it. Hopefully there are no errors in my writings – Microsoft Word, don’t let me down! - but I tried to find a last minute read-through-er to just make sure it made sense/was decent as I wrote this stop-start. Don’t you love it when parents call you at the worst of times Dx anyway, onwards.)
Prompted by: Anon
Worksafe? Uh, gonna say no.