Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4

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Re: Nathan/Desmond please?

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded! Not enough Uncharted crossovers.

Mentor 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

I feel like Desmond is OOC
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“Sully? Desmond? Over here!” Nathan’s muffled cries were barely audible from the rubble surrounding the ancient ruins. Desmond jogged towards one of the many holes that decorated the temple walls while Sully spat out a curse and followed closed behind. The air was filled with dust and debris from the most recent caves in but Desmond and Sully managed to bear through it without much trouble.

“I am getting too old for this,” Sully complained, Desmond motioned for the man to pass the rope and tossed it into the hole. Within a minute someone tugged the rope twice and Desmond took hold of one part and Sully took hold of the other.
“You are the luckiest bastard alive, Nate” Desmond commented when a familiar brunette managed to climb out of the hole, his face bruised and dirty and his clothes torn and bloody from one his most recent run in with a group of mercenaries. Nate let out a chuckle that quickly turned into a cough, his legs buckled underneath him; Desmond quickly helped the man gain his balance and carefully held him up not really minding the extra weight the man put on him.

“Well? Did you find it?” Sully gave Nathan a quick glance over; the elder man eyed the wound to his shoulder and thigh but said nothing on it. Nathan gave him a reassuring smile and dug into his still intact leather bag and out a miniature statue the size of his hand and molded from pure gold. No doubt it would pay for a year's worth of expenses.

“Does this answer your question?” Sully let out a whistle, and quickly took the stature to authentic it with his own eyes. Desmond rolled his eyes as the old man began to fuss over the condition of the statue before pocketing it in his pocket and taking Nathan’s other side to help hold him up. The trio limped away, carefully avoiding any debris and minding Nathan’s injuries.

“Your taste in women is questionable,” Desmond said suddenly, breaking the eerie silence that filled the ancient temple. Sully scoffed and Nathan frowned.

“How was I suppose to know she would do that?!”

“Next time, let’s listen to the kid.” Sully gave Nathan a look and Nathan pouted at the elder man (except Nathan doesn’t pout, really, he doesn’t)

“Sully!” Nathan cried out.

Desmond made a face; he was eighteen and thus a legal adult in America and a few other countries. Sully let out a loud laugh at the young men’s reaction and neither Nathan nor Desmond said anything more. At least until they got back to the Jeep, then Desmond teased Nathan about the pretty brunette that tried to kill him twice in the same day and almost succeed in destroying the temple and their artifact. Nathan threw a book at him; Desmond didn’t even try to dodge and Sully rolled his eyes at them.

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“How do you say ‘we’re looking for a mask that looks like it’s gonna eat your soul in-?”Desmond eyed a group of monks that ignored them.

“Dzongkha,” Nate flipped a page of his small journal, his face scrunched up in concentration while he try to put the pieces together.

“You know what, I’m not even going to try.” Desmond waved at a group of children or ran down the road chasing a battered ball.

“In this line of work you have to learn more than one language.”

“How do you think we found you in that temple? By asking tourists?”

“Alright brats, I got a lead.” Sully approached their little table and let out a puff of smoke when he removed his cigar. The owner of the family restaurant eyed Sully distastefully but Sully gave her a charming smile; the woman turned away.

“You speak Bhutanese?” Desmond asked in amazement.

“You know that’s not the only language they speak here, right?” Sully raised an eyebrow at them, but Nathan refuses to look up from his journal and Desmond shrugged. It takes them a few weeks to find the masks they were looking for and surprising they only had one run in with the local authorities ( and the Chinese authorizes. Maybe some other cops but Desmond doesn’t really notice because they’re not Templars or Assassin’s as for) as he’s concern and the masks bring in enough money to last them a few months.

Nathan also starts teaching him Latin and Sully starts handing him airplane guides because Sully isn’t as young as he used to be(no one pays attention when Sully says this because Nathan just ate his slice of pizza).