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Oh, sweet! I'm excited to see what you come up with. I tried to write a longer fic in this vein, but it's not really coming along. :/

And yeah, I can't get over trans!Altaïr. It's a little bit ridiculous how well it works out. <3

OH MY GOD. This must continue. It must! Can't wait for more, anon! xD Not op, btw. I can't believe Rebecca didn't see them! I was like, "OMG HIDE!" When she came their way. x3

HELLO OP I LOVE YOU TOO.

I AM PLEASED YOU ENJOYED IT.

<3 WRITERANON.

I like exploring all kinds of angsty emotions, and I know death!fics are a major, major turnoff for a lot of fans, but there's a certain level of acceptance involved, and like you say, there's a level of realization that can come from it.

Plus, death happens, inevitably (and being assassins, I mean, come on, it's right there in the job description).

I had all these scenarios of Shaun trying to move Desmond, getting him to some illusion of safety (and thus lengthening the fic) rolling around in my mind, but Shaun would not cooperate, the bastard. _{But I love him anyway.}

writeranon is very happy you're pleased, OP! It was a beautiful prompt. I'd do it again.
-hugs-

I'd love to give this a try. May take some time though. This was a really good idea, anon! Hopefully, I can do it some justice!

Take all the time you need, anon! OP is sure you will do it justice, and understands that the prompt is a challenging one that would take time to set up.

The last thing that Giovanni felt, is a burning pride for Ezio when he sees him in the Assassin robes that overpowered his feeling of betrayal.

Anon needs this. Please. Let anon feel better about this event.

Bonus if you include Giovanni dying with a defiant smirk on his face at the fact that Ezio took over his job.

and it* overpowered his feelings of betrayal.

Grammar slips out of OPanon's mind sometimes. D:

Writeranon! here. Would like it for you to keep the crowds busy while I work on the second part, yes. GO FOR IT.

I wanna read it!!!

Ever since the apology, Malik has been struggling to be civil to Altair, a good friend. It's difficult, after everything, and Malik snarks, insults, feigns indifference. But when Altair shows up wounded after a mission, spitting blood and mumbling incoherently, Malik’s heart skips a beat.

I will try my damndest to fill this between all my finals. I lovelovelove hurt!Altair and comfort!Malik, so yeah. c:

Neeeeeed this!

YYYEEEEESSS.

MY ANUS THROBS FOR THIS. MAKE IT HAPPEN, ANON.

I can't hardly imagine anything I enjoy more than Malik helping a poor, defenseless Altair ;)

I love these types of fics so much <3 yes please

THIS

Thanks :) Hopefully he comes off kind of consistently? I have to admit I don't actually play AC, so I don't know if my portrayal is totally off or what ... *is shamed*

A/N: No porn in this section, unfortunately...next one though ;)

The templar yelped angrily, as a few of his comrades chuckled behind him. He snarled, “So, you want to play it that way, huh? Having fun, spitting at me? We’ll see how well you spit after we break your jaw and split the corners of your mouth open around all our cocks.” Desmond glared back, wary of the fact that the threat could likely become a reality.

“Heh, why don’t we just try that now?” Desmond turned to face the man he just blew, eyes widening in shock. The guy was hard and red already, tugging at the slick, engorged flesh.

A couple of the other men seemed to share Desmond’s shock as one whistled, “Ready for round 2 already? Where the fuck did you get the kind of stamina?”

The lanky templar grinned, digging in to his pocket with his other hand, still jerking himself off. He pulled out a vial and held it up for all his buddies to see. “Only the best stamina Abstergo can getcha. Pure fuck-hunger straight out of the labs, without any of that filler shit. Figured I’d get some work done with my play- needed some off-the-record clinical trials anyways…”

The men shoved closer, all eager to test out their company’s new product. “I guess you nerd-types are good for something after all,” one of them commented as the vial was passed around and each man dry swallowed a couple pills. Desmond watched them, shuddering inwardly. If he had hopes that they didn’t intend to prolong his humiliation and suffering, All he could do now is bear it and fight as best he could without getting himself or Russ killed.

“You know,” the vial was now being handed back to the lanky scientist. “I can’t say I’m feeling anything.”

“Feh, have some patience- it takes a while to kick in. After that, it’s pure gold. Trust me, you’ll know when it starts working.” He jiggled the vial, listening to the remainder rattle around inside, before turning to Desmond. “I’m a nice guy, I’m always up for sharing.” He grinned, “Hold him down.”

Oh fuck, no. Desmond, who had been silently observing the entire scene renewed his struggling attempts, hissing as the cuffs dug in to his likely-broken wrist and his shoulders were wrenched around by the group of men restraining him. While he was alert and sober he could still fight back- but with that drug in his system, who knows what would happen. A large part of him knew it was inevitable, but another tiny part hoped that if he made it difficult enough, they would back off. So much for hope.

The beefy hand was back, wrenching his jaw open so he couldn’t bite while being fed, as another pinched his nostrils shut. The tinge of cool sweetness hit his tongue as a hand was then clamped over his open mouth. As Desmond realized there was no going back, his struggling became even wilder- trying to rear up and head butt whoever was holding him down. This only increased his need for air, and as black spots entered his vision, his own body forced him to swallow. Only then did the hands let up, letting him take painful gasps of needed oxygen.

“Well, I think I’ve waited long enough, I’m not gonna wait any longer for you guys to join in.” Desmond’s next attempt to bring in air was interrupted as he was pulled up and his mouth was shoved on to the waiting cock.

Oh God, if no one does this I think I will--seeing my Altair bruised, bloodied, and screaming his enemy's name is just so fucking hot!

Oh God, if no one does this I think I will--seeing my Altair bruised, bloodied, and screaming his enemy's name is just so fucking hot!

(Capatcha says "wolfed the", what exactly was wolfed, capatcha?)

I disturbed by the fact that I'm looking forward to this ._. I'm so sorry Desmond!

_{Random!Writeranon just having a go at this prompt, since it breaks my heart that nobody's fic filled it yet. (and that first!writeranon's computer ate their fill)}

The desert could boil a man so thoroughly during the day that the birds would scorch their tongues as they picked his dead flesh from his bones. At night, only fools and those touched with insanity would brave the frigid sands.

The Eagle of Masyaf was making a marked effort to convince himself that he was neither as he bit his lip to stop his teeth from chattering. He was far too close to the ruins of the small settlement that his mark and his guard had fled to to risk a fire, and he was fairly sure that his fingers were altogether too stiff from cold to manage one anyhow. He shifted closer to the flank of his horse and stewed. It would be a good half hour before it would be dark enough to carry out his task.

He was drifting into in and out of an uncomfortable dream of freezing water and the unpleasant aftertaste of dried fruit long ago consumed, when a gentle snicker to his left hurled him into full alertness. He could hear them; whispers in the dark. The crunch of sand.

His horse turned its head a scent in the air and whinnied nervously. He calmed it with gentle words and a soothing hand. The sounds drew nearer, and a hunched figure stepped delicately into his field of vision.

With some relief Altair realized it was nothing more than a stray dog, probably wandered into the desert and got lost. He felt sorry for it, with such a thick coat of black fur it would surely perish from the heat as soon as the day broke. He had to admit though, he had felt an icy coldness curling up his spine that had nothing to do with the temperature of the landscape when he had first heard the noises of it approaching him.

He eyed the dog, who eyeballed him in return. It was uncommonly good at it, for a dog. It managed to look both condescending and disapproving despite having a face that was mostly hair and muzzle.

Altair frowned, the time for him to begin his mission was at hand and he was not prepared to risk being followed by an errant stray who might cause a disruption and give him away. He tossed a dagger into the sand at the dog's feet and hissed "be gone!".

The dog titled its head at him in a thoroughly insubordinate way before loping off into the night.

With a sigh and a chorus of cracking joints Altair stood and checked his weapons before drifting silently towards the cluster of decrepit houses and tethered horses that encased his target, who would pay dearly very soon for leading him on such a merry chase to far into the unwelcoming desert.

_cont.

Of course I would forget to put in the title, like the smartypants that I am. Derp derp.

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