Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Needles in a Haystack - not a serious fill

[(Anonymous)]

Please someone else fill this properly, this Anon really wants to see modern day Assassin hijinks.
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Once upon a time, in a far off corner of The Kingdom, there was a castle atop a mountain. Rumours passed around The Kingdom about the hidden castle, such as mysterious daggers and sweet cakes left on the pillows of kings, recipes involving babies, wild drug parties, gardens with hot babes, and daring feats such as leaps from high towers. People around the Kingdom called the castle’s secretive inhabitants Assassins.

While some rumours were just rumours, leaps of faith into haystacks were indeed a major part of the Assassins’ training. It was for this purpose that the castle stocked up well on hay during all seasons. One of the menial tasks a Novice Assassin had to undertake was to periodically fluff out the haystacks.

Amongst these Novices, there was a talented and promising young man named Altair. He was their Teacher’s favourite, learning everything twice as quick and performing every task to utter perfection. He was so far above his peers, that he viewed labours like hall cleaning, stable mucking, pigeon feeding, map making, eavesdropping, pick-pocketing, interrogation, flag collecting, and yes even haystack fluffing as beneath him.

Of course, this left all the other Novices with more work. Dissatisfied and jealous, several of the boys gathered to conspire against the great Altair, for would it not be delightful to see the mighty one stumble? Would it not be ironic that Altair’s disdain for Novice work would bring about his humiliation? The boys divided the tasks of mission “Eagle Plucking” amongst themselves, and set out to work. One of them stole into the laundry women’s quarters, and stolen a cushion full of needles. One of them mixed the needles into an inviting haystack. Another approached Altair, and went on at length about how he admired the young Eagle, and how glad he would be to gaze upon a perfect leap of faith from his better.

Altair readily agreed to the other boy’s request, and together they went to the tower with the nicely fluffed out haystack and jealous Novices hidden around the shadows. To the Novices’ delight, Altair’s little suck up friend Kadar tagged along. It would be double the fun to see the little brat cry once they brought down his idol.

But upon approaching the foot of the tower, Altair made a sudden turn towards the haystack. He reached in, shifted his hand around, and plucked out, one by one, all the needles lost by the laundry women just a day before. He beckoned Kadar over, handed him the needles, and sent the younger boy running to the laundry women’s to return what they’ve lost. As Kadar eagerly scampered around the corner and out of view, Altair turned around, gave the extra shadows a long meaningful look, and punched the Novice who led him to the trap on the nose.

By dusk that day, the story of how the little Eagle of Masyaf effortlessly found needles in a haystack passed around the castle and surrounding village. While helping Altair cleaning up newly obtained scrapes and cuts, Kadar looked upon his hero with new found adoration.

Altair remained his non-impressed self. The others must be deaf and blind, to not hear and see the needles tinkle and twinkle, bright pinpoints of blinking white light amongst dull grass and straws.

Kadar’s big brother Malik was not impressed either. Instead he sent Altair off to look for a lost quill pen and a particular treatise on pain dulling herbs. A Novice had to do some menial labour after all.

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“My God look at this mess you’ve left behind Desmond! Now I can’t find my bloody glasses!” A grumpy historian stomped around the room, squinting as he tried to find his missing eyewear.

Desmond shook his head and reached over to the top of Shaun’s head, where the missing glasses sat, twinkling and tinkling to his eyes and ears.

OP

[(Anonymous)]

That was delightful. I love how everyone thought that it was ridiculously impressive, but Altair thought it was no big deal. Thank you for the mini!fill, anon!

driveby!anon

[(Anonymous)]

Loved the storybook quality it had. Like something you'd find in the kid's section of the bookstore or something with pretty pictures. Of course most kid's books don't involve the protagonist punching the daylights out of some poor sod XD