Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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≈ 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!

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#2 (Livejournal) Archive
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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
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TF2 crossover?

[(Anonymous)]

SOMETHING ANYTHING

Re: TF2 crossover?

[(Anonymous)]

hell yeah theres a prompt on here that i wanna fill
alright
some au shit gonna go down so i hope you dont mind
let me just sort out some shit and then the first part will be comnig out

Re: TF2 crossover?

[(Anonymous)]

!!!!!! I posted that, like, 40 minutes ago, that was fast, but I'll take it!

Re: TF2 crossover?

[(Anonymous)]

i may or may not be stalking this meme

That Damn Scar [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

heckies yeah, i started it
i started to write this
please enjoy part 1
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There was a scar on Scout's lip.

It was on his lips, a faint vertical line going through the right side of his mouth, just a little bit in from the corner of his mouth, and it stretched and crinkled when he spoke, when he grinned, when he laughed.

Not many had really noticed it, but Sniper had.

Maybe because he trained himself to notice these sorts of things, those small little things that shouldn't matter.

He also noticed that the BLU Scout didn't have it, despite being a carbon copy of the Red Scout. It was strange. It was also how he managed to save his arse several times, noticing that the Scout next to him had no scar. The BLU Spy never had it.

Scout was a mysterious guy, despite being so social and open. The scar was never noticed, and never questioned. It was just there.

Sniper assigned himself the role of detective. He was going to find out about that damn scar no matter what it took.
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Sniper was polishing his gun, especially the scope. The BLU Spy had gotten him good this time, and smeared a bit of something on it, screwing up the whole thing. He then placed a kukri in the carbon copy of his ally, but it didn't make things better.

He was sitting on the desk in one of the higher offices of the rest area with the RED Spy sitting at the oak desk, and the sound of Heavy's booming laughter could be heard through the floorboards. The next two days were the weekend, so the majority of the RED team was letting their hair down and having a few (more than a few) drinks.

"Say, Spy," Sniper said, and he could hear his own accent drip off his tongue. "Yah evah notice how little we know ahbout Scout compared tah. . . say, Engie?"

The Frenchman looked up from the intelligence he was rifling through. Another recipe for chicken noodle soup. Third one of the year. Another set of the first edition models of the sentries. The sentries had been improved since 1989.

"Well, we know 'e 'as several siblings. 'E is from Boston. 'Is mozer is razer. . . fine. Zat is all I know. Engie, we know 'is whole life story, everyzing except ze names. Why do you ask?"

"Well, yah gotta admit he's rathah secretive, yah know?"

Spy quirked an eyebrow, and his eyes held a questioning look. "Are you suggesting zat we should just ask 'im zese zings? It is 'is own business what 'e tells us and what 'e doesn't."

"Wha' ahbout that scar on his lip? You've seen it, right?"

"I've never seen a scar on 'is lip, but 'e could have very well been trying to shave and just failed spectacularly. If 'e doesn't want to tell, zen 'e doesn't 'ave to tell. Leave it be."

"Ah know, ah know, ah'm just so. . . curious!"

"Well zen, go ask. I at least respect boundaries."

Sniper sighed, and left to go get a new cup of coffee. The cicadas chirped in the night.
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Scout bounced the ball off the wall again. He knew that in a few minutes, someone would come out and tell him to stop again, and he would say sorry, and then go straight back to it.

At least his brothers understood it meant he was bored.

Then they would somehow find a way to entertain him.

-A would let him help clean the weaponry, or sort through new information or something, maybe look for the next target.

-E1 would let him help scout the rooftops for feathers and birds.

-E2 would take him on a boat ride or go drinking with him.

-H would give him a book to read or tell him to just go to bed already.

-C1 would've let him help wash the dogs after a vicious day of hunting their target of the day.

-C2 would have let him help out with interrogating some random person on something they wouldn't know about(like the shipments for chocolate cookies coming in instead of the damn raspberry scones), and afterwards ask for his help with getting rid of the body and evidence.

-D would probably have him help bake a cake or something.

-Mom would make him carry her bags when she went out shopping for new ammunition and blades and shit. Boooooring!

And while they weren't fully related, only half brothers, he still loved them all the same.

A twig snapped.

There. Someone was coming.

"I know, I know, stop bouncing the ball," he said, and from the shadows on the stairs, came Sniper.

"Tha's not why ah'm here. I wanted to ask yah somethin'."

The ball bounced back and Scout caught it with professional accuracy. "Yeah? Shoot."

Sniper nodded, and took a sip of his coffee. "How did yah get tha' scar on yah lip?"

Scout froze up. The. . . the scar? He normally kept a bit of his mom's makeup, that foundation stuff, to cover it up once in a while, but maybe that wasn't enough? Was it not covered well enough?

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

"I'm gonna head to bed a bit early. Feeling a bit," he paused to yawn in a rather fake way, "more tired than usual. See ya, jar-pisser."

"Wait, Scout! Tell me ahbout tha damn sca'!"

"I just. . . don't really wanna talk about it, alright? Brings up some unsavory memories."

And before Sniper could get another word in, Scout ran off, jumping up the stairs and rushing his way to his bunk. The sound of the door slamming was heard, and Sniper spotted Spy going down to the main area where the rest of the group was.

He made a mad dash to the main area, and arrived at the same time as Spy.

"Spy!"

The masked man looked up. "Sniper? What's ze problem?"

"He wouldn't answer tha bloody question!"

"Maph kumphmumph?" Pyro asked.

"If yah look real close, yah can see this sca' on Scout's lips, on tha right side. Ah asked 'im 'bout it, but he wouldn't answer!"

Spy sighed, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "If 'e doesn't want to tell, zen it is fine. Leave it, Sniper."

By now the whole of the group was interested. "Leetle man has scar on lip?" Heavy asked.

"Yah bloody small-brained war-mongering ding-dongs, ah thought ah was the only one to see that!" Demoman slurred, and the whole of the group knew he was lying. Engie shrugged as he chugged on the remains of his beer. Medic looked creepily interested.

Soldier attempted to salute. "Well then we better go find out about this scar, shall we? Scout! Get down here stat, soldier!"

Scout's feet pattered near soundlessly as he made his way to the main area, and Sniper saw more scars on his torso as the boy pulled his shirt on. They never got any long-lasting scars here, as their body respawned with only the scars they received before signing their contracts, so those scars must have come from before he got here, back from his time in Boston, his hometown.

Strange.

"Ya need somethin'?"

"Sniper here reports that there is a scar on your lip! We were wondering about that scar!"

'Oh bloody hell, he's going to hate me for this,' Sniper thought to himself.

"None of ya damn business," Scout said, and venom in his voice practically hurt. "Now shove off, I'm goin' back to bed." He glared daggers at Sniper, and left the room to get to his own.

He left on that note, and Sniper gulped as he sat down on the flimsy couches next to Medic. His coffee was cold as his took a sip.

"Verdammt! How do ve find out about zis now?" the German said. So he was interested too.

"Mmmm. . . mm mmm hmph mm-mm mm symstmph," Pyro said. "Mm prmbmlm mm smmph mm mph."

Spy spat his new coffee. "'Ack into ze system? Are you crazy? If we get caught, we are in so much trouble!"

"Well, that's wha' we dun't get caught," Engie said. A faint blush covered his cheeks. He was definitely drunk after that chug.

A large sound of agreement went through the room.

Spy sighed, but retrieved some equipment anyways.
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"So. 'Ere's 'is drawer, and 'ere's all the crap on 'im."

Sniper had convinced the group that they should search the offices first, and they luckily agreed, so he and Spy were sent as a search party. They had found three three-drawer file cabinets in the always locked office on the top floor of the RED resting building, and inside there were files on all of them, one drawer per each.

It was a thickly packed drawer.

They decided to pull all of the folders, and made their way back downstairs.

"Gentlemen, we are still drunk, so we will not discuss this until you are all properly sober."

They all agreed, and Sniper helped usher them off to bed.

He passed Scout's room, and opened the door slightly. Normally, they didn't dare trespass into each other's room, as those were their private areas, soundproofed and debugged weekly, but he couldn't help but feel a bit curious.

Scout was sleeping in the rafters of the room, and Sniper finally understood why the room directly above his was blocked off.

He could see several scars tracing the skin of the boy's small but muscular frame, the same ones he had seen earlier.

He had always thought that the boy would have no scars besides the one on his lip, and that his skin would be pale in the places that were covered from the sun, lightly tanned from his running around, but after this night, this was just odd, as the tan skin was even, and the scars were there, in full view, contrasting with the images that Sniper had imagined.

He would apologise the next day.
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Breakfast was something no one ditched. Medic always ensured that they all ate three meals a day, and Scout always ate at least two apples with his meals, regardless of the time. The apples were located in the fruit cabinet, which was a bit farther away from the main table, and Sniper planned to corner him there and apologise.

Scout was rather silent as he ate his regular boring cereal, and the whole group had been rather surprised that he was so healthy when they had first met him, expecting him to eat the sugary shit and bounce around town.

The fall breeze came through the open window, biting the bare shoulders of those in the room who had no sleeves or shirts. Scout was spared, as he always wore a hoodie in his down time, black in color and lined with red faux fur in the torso, hood, and sleeves, which were always down to his wrists, and his cargo shorts hung loose above his knees with his jogging shoes ties tightly enough, with the laces tucked away. Sniper himself wore a simple pair of baggy pajama pants and nothing else. He always went commando, as it was easier for him to gather his jarate that way.

Scout got up from the table to rinse his bowl and put it in the dishwasher then grab a couple of apples, and Sniper got up an approximate 43 seconds after the Bostonian boy had to follow him to the fruit cabinet.

"Hey, Scout?"

The boy whirled around, a guarded look on his face. "Whaddya want?"

Sniper scratched his head. "Ah wanna apologise, for tellin' them ahbout the scar. It was a downright arsehole thin' to do, when you seemed to be a bit sensitive on the subject."

Scout's expression softened. "It's fine, I guess. I just don't like thinking about it. Don't bring it up too often, alright?"

Sniper laughed, and grabbed a banana as Scout took his regular apples, then jumped out of the kitchen window to get to the roof.

The whole setup of the building was rather off, with the main living-room-like area on the lowest floor, along with the first bathroom. The second floor had the bedrooms and showers. The third floor was random offices and another small bathroom. The fourth floor was the large, normally locked office, and the kitchen-dining room area. The team didn't know if there was an attic, but there probably was. The roof was flat, making to a great view of the whole RED and BLU resting areas.

Everytime they got a new map, Scout would climb to high points, higher than the ones Sniper went to, and just view it all, before making his way back down for the match. No one knew how he got there, but didn't question it.

Though they did want to know how he almost always knew whether or not someone was a spy. He said it was in his genetics, and left it at that.

The whole of him was a mystery, and Sniper mused on it as he munched on his banana.
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alright, part 1 is done
now to start part 2

Re: That Damn Scar [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

UNF!!!
That
was
AWESOME!
Can't wait for the next part because woof lemme tell ya.

Re: That Damn Scar [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

This is so Awesome!!!
Please Continue!!