Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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altair: id, ego, super-ego

[(Anonymous)]

The Apple splits Altair into three different aspects of his personality, basically a "good", a "bad", and an emotionless, rational third. Malik hates all three of them and wants his ONE Altair back.

Anon would love it if it had an Altair/Malik flavor to it, but that isn't necessary. (Maybe id!Altair could try to forcibly have sex with Malik, only to be interrupted by a horrified ego!Altair while super-ego!Altair does the logical thing and asks, but that leads to the most disappointing, boring sex because super-ego!Altair is, well, boring and systematic, lol.)

SOMEONE FILL THIS RIGHT NOW

[(Anonymous)]

I will give you all my internets. ALL OF THEM

Re: SOMEONE FILL THIS RIGHT NOW

[(Anonymous)]

I admit I was contemplating it. Just for the lulz.

Re: altair: id, ego, super-ego

[(Anonymous)]

Oh God, three Altairs????! I don't think the world could take such hot and sexy at once. Omg ! I bet that's why the world ends.

But yes! Anooooooooons! One of you lovely creatures get on this!

Taking this up

[(Anonymous)]

For real. Hoping OP will accept a wtf!humor-based fic instead of angst~

Re: Taking this up

[(Anonymous)]

Different anon, but EXCITED!

Re: Taking this up

[(Anonymous)]

Not!OP is waiting excitedly. :D I love humor fics!

Re: altair: id, ego, super-ego

[(Anonymous)]

1/?
I

Too much contact with the apple was dangerous - he knew, as Malik had told him time and time again that prolonged contact begged for disaster. But Altaïr was a prideful man and was never one to listen, especially not to Malik.

When his world stopped moving, his mind stopped swimming, and his vision rose from black, Altaïr would only wish he had listened to his friend, if he could but wish.

II

The satchel Malik had been toting in crashed to the floor, inks spilling from their shattered vessels and draining swiftly into still fresh bread and sweet dried dates. Where once surely only one of the Assassins in his bureau must have stood now towered three, each a reflection of the other with the Apple between them. Malik wished he could be back in the markt, still finding dinner and supplies, the worst of his worries being the price of his quills or the quality of the oil.

No.

This wasn't happening.

That fucking novice hadn't done this.
Malik was just dreaming, suffering full blown somnambulism if the residual heat in his skin was anything to go by. After all, one didn't just triplicate themselves in a half hour, and one most assuredly did not leer at their once-best-friend like that.

Three novices.

What the fuck was Malik supposed to do with three Altaïrs?

Re: altair: id, ego, super-ego

[(Anonymous)]

2/? (This will be very slow to update, but will continue, if OP!Anon is willing to wait.)

III
It was easier to lose himself in the swirling patterns the varicolored inks were making around the wasted glass, engulfing the smaller pieces and swallowing the parchment whole, snaking across its planes. After all, if Malik lost himself in the vibrant chaos staining his floor, he wouldn't have to face this mess just yet.
The blue had now pooled around a cluster of dates, mingling to purple where the red had dared too close.
Clean up would eat his afternoon.

One of the novices was moving his arm about, just inside his range of vision.

Malik would have to rebuy everything, too.
What a waste of coin.
A thick sigh spread past his lips, deafening in its finality; Altaïr would be paying for this with more than coin and penitence.

"Malik."

His head flung up at his name.
At the warm hand clasping his arm.

Oh.
Right.
Altaïrs.

Malik was tired.
Malik was angry.
Malik was hungry and annoyed and about ready to snap after being accosted by this idiot novice, but his venomous glare met only cool apathy, and the flames of his hate choked out.

Altaïr was a lot things. Stoic was not one of them.