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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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Soccer's Creed fill [2/]

[(Anonymous)]

(just found this on my laptop. whoops)

The sound of boots hitting leather eventually subsided as training drew to a close. At the end, William gathered the team for a chat.

"We don't have many sessions left until we're bound for Brazil, so I'll be frank: you suck. You all know why this is so, don't you?"

Like everyone else, Connor did. It was the same reason why William had insisted on waiting for everyone before starting training, even though Desmond almost always shows up on his motorbike half an hour late. It was because-

"This team lacks teamwork!" William announced, his fist thumping into his palm with a meaty smack for emphasis, "And do you know how you know this? It's because this is the same point I chew you out on. Ezio! You're supposed to be competing with the other team, not Arno. Connor! Don't be afraid to get close to tackle. The opposition won't bite. Altair! Stop hogging the ball! This isn't all about you. Desmond." At the next few words, William's voice sounded especially exasperated. "Get your game on. We can't have you dragging the rest of the team down."

Connor glanced over at Desmond and almost felt sorry for him about having someone like William for a father, but then he'd remember what his own family was like and all pity would dissipate. Desmond didn't have it nearly as bad as him. Between the Kenway family feud, his grandfather's shady business and the prospect of potentially versing his father's team at the World Cup, Connor had enough on his plate without worrying about Desmond's problems.

"These are but some of the flaws that are letting your game down. All of you are highly skilled individuals, but as it stands, soccer is a team game. We don't have time to deal with this sort of bullshit. Get. Your. Game. On."

There was laughter from the stands and Connor had a sudden urge to hide under a rock or in a haystack. He recognised that laugh. Why was his grandfather here?

William also seemed to recognise it because he said, without turning, "Don't you have work today, Edward?"

"Adewale's got it handled," replied Edward Kenway, owner of Jackdaw Freight Shipping. He waved a hand dismissively. "What, do I now need an excuse to see how my grandson and the team -whose funding mainly comes from me I must add- are going?"

Ezio snickered and Connor groaned. Many miles away in shady looking warehouse, Adewale wondered for the 278th time why he still worked for Edward.

Connor wondered that too. Must be the great benefits package.

William just wondered why he hadn't punched Edward in the face yet, before remembering that punching Edward in the face would be a very bad move, financially and publicity-wise. The team already got enough unfavourable publicity, thank you very much.

"Everyone, hit the showers," he said instead, "You all stink, and I'm not just talking about your ability to kick a ball."