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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Gamer night
(Anonymous) 2011-03-21 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)Bonus Points if Ezio comments about how unflattering the digital character of him is.
Mega Ultra Bonus Points if Altair and Malik are play together and Malik is able to play it better with one hand than Altair can with two.
Supreme Bonus Points if you can work in some kind of slash, into such a gen prompt.
Take all bonus points?
(Anonymous) 2011-03-21 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Take all bonus points?
(Anonymous) 2011-03-22 03:56 am (UTC)(link)A Whole Bakery?
(Anonymous) 2011-03-22 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Gamer night
(Anonymous) 2011-03-22 02:52 am (UTC)(link)Play (Video Games)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-22 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)“No, you tit,” Shaun was sitting Desmond’s lap on a sleeping bag with a bowl of popcorn, “you can’t let him disappear from the screen.”
“Or the timer appears,” Ezio deadpanned.
“Or the timer appears,” Desmond iterated.
Ezio scoffed and adjusted the piece of plastic in his hands. He was sitting just his pants, his hair untied, and a determined look on his face. He ground his teeth. “This is ridiculous! I’ve done this mission before, and it was not nearly as hard as this!”
Desmond laughed as Shaun threw handful of popcorn at him. “Shut up and do the mission.”
“Look at the way I run! I limp like a cripple! And those robes are most unflattering! And the minstrels—the minstrels!—what on earth possessed you to create such a thing! Those poor, wretched creatures are rolling in their graves now! They were nothing like you depicted!”
Altair rolled his eyes at his descendant.
“You heard them, too?”
He looked behind him to see Malik standing there.
“They are noisy: how could you not?”
Malik made a disapproving noise and nodded his head.
“Are you sure I can’t play the one with Altair? It’s clear whoever you hired to make this game is ignorant, and if I must suffer, I want to play with Altair.”
The master assassin stepped forward, crossing his arms. Ezio noticed him and threw him a charming smile before the screen on the TV went white. Ezio cursed loudly in Italian and flung the controller away.
“I give up! This is ridiculous! Obviously, this rendition of me is far too inferior! His terrible clothes are affecting him! They are probably too tight in the pants and that makes him run like a cripple, and his face—mio dio!—his face! How much more awful can it get? I look like the turkey on the side of the road after that large electric carriage ran over it! My skin is as flat and lifeless as the material boxes are made from! Clearly you are corrupt, you,” there was plenty of cursing in Italian, and Altair shook his head as Malik stepped up beside him.
Desmond was laughing like a goon as Ezio turned and glared at him, pointing at Shaun. “And you need to learn what memories to pick! That was a disgrace of a mission! You should have picked one from the next day when I was with Leonardo!”
Shaun wrinkled his nose. “Despite my British ancestry, I’d rather not watch my lover’s ancestor have at it against whatever surface they happen to come across.”
Ezio scoffed and pressed a button on the black box. “Come, Altair. Let’s see if they have raped your character as bad as mine.”
He crept over, lowering his hood as he crouched beside Ezio.
“I do not understand this modern technology. What are you doing?”
Desmond grinned. “To keep Abstergo on their toes, Shaun published our story to a gaming company, and they have turned our stories into a video game, an electronic game that you can play on the ‘prison box.’”
Shaun scoffed. Altair frowned. “It was not my fault I thought they were imprisoned in there. Everything in this age is electronic.”
Malik walked over quietly and sat down. “It will make for an ineffective bunch of assassins, is what is will do.”
“Quite the contrary,” Shaun began, offering the popcorn to Malik, who took some with a small nod of thanks. “It allows us to train them even more and push them well passed their limits.”
“Like the SpyKids movie we watched, only cooler.” Desmond rested his head on Shaun’s shoulder.
Ezio shoved the plastic thing into his hands. “Here is your controller. I hope they have not destroyed you, as well, or else I will have to find them and kill them. For me it is one thing, but you as well?”
Altair stared at the “controller” in his hands. Malik was leaning against him, analyzing it.
“What does it control?” Malik asked.
Desmond reached out for it, and Shaun flicked a piece of popcorn at them, effectively nailing Desmond’s ear.
Re: Play (Video Games)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-23 04:57 am (UTC)(link)And the comment about the minstrels, priceless.
I was shaking with laughter the entire time I was reading this! >:DDDD
Re: Play (Video Games)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-23 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Play (Video Games)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-23 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Play (Video Games)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-23 08:11 am (UTC)(link)I mean, pfft~
..and Spykids, seriously? XD good memories there...
Play (Video Games) pt.2
(Anonymous) 2011-03-23 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)“Why do I love you?”
“I don’t honestly know, you bleeding tart.”
He stuck out his tongue and explained the buttons to the two oldest assassins. Altair took the controller unsteadily as the game began. It wasn’t long before he realized he was just as bad as Ezio was.
Ezio was surprisingly quiet as they played through the beginning and to the first memory. When Altair first appeared on the screen, he did a double take: it looked exactly like him. Even Malik looked impressed.
“Can they not get anything right?” Ezio screeched, throwing his arms in the air and narrowly missing Altair. “How can people be so ignorant!”
“Ezio?”
The five of them turned to look at the doorway, where Leonardo was yawning and rubbing his eyes.
“Ezio, what is the matter? I could hear your screeching on the other side of the building.”
Ezio scowled and held out his arms like a child who wanted his favorite stuffed animal. Leonardo obliged and walked over, letting him be pulled into Ezio’s lap. The assassin kissed his cheek and rested his chin on Leonardo’s shoulder, squeezing him tightly. Altair was glad he spoke in angry Italian to the artist as he concentrated on the screen.
“I don’t like this man speaking. Who is he?”
“Dr. Warren Vidic,” Desmond spat.
“His voice is too soothing to be trusted. And he is cruel.”
Malik shook his head, speaking in Arabic. “His very voice gives away his evil intentions.”
Altair nodded. “This game… You dealt with this man?”
Desmond nodded. “Yeah.”
“Is he dead?”
Before Desmond could respond, Altair shushed him as he cautiously made his way through the tutorial. He narrowed his eyes in concentration as he followed the walkthrough.
“Who is the stupid woman who keeps talking to you?”
Shaun laughed. “That, my dear friend, is Lucy!”
He growled. “She must learn to be quiet if you are to concentrate.”
Desmond and Shaun laughed. They watched as he fumbled his way through the beginning. When they saw Kadar for the first time, Altair couldn’t help but laugh.
“Malik, they made your brother look like a man.”
Malik was petrified, then, with a horrified whisper, “Dear Allah, what have they done to your memory, Kadar?” His hand reached out and lightly touched the screen. Altair watched him closely. After several quiet moments, Malik leaned back. “They have ruined you.”
“I told you,” Ezio began, “these people cannot get anything right!”
Altair growled. “That old man did not die like that. It was much cleaner. Much less blood. And Kadar did not look quite so manly. His face was much more slender. He was—what was the word?”
“Cuter?” Desmond supplied.
Altair smirked and nodded.
“I know. I wouldn’t have minded tapping that if he was alive.”
Silence fell over the group, the tension and malice almost thick enough to cut with a dulled butter knife. Malik turned slowly and glared at Desmond. Desmond shivered. “Shit, sorry, Mali—”
Shaun let out a loud, “Oomph! You blinkin’ git!” as he fell face-first into the popcorn bowl as he was dropped from Desmond’s lap. The poor boy dropped him like a hotcake to run as Malik chased after him. Altair chuckled.
“Even in after death, Malik is still protective. This game is ludicrous.”
Ezio growled. “I know! Just look at the way you were made! Your body build is disgusting! They made you look fat—and your clothing! It looks just as uncomfortable as mine! It looks like burlap!”
“Mio amore,” Leonardo murmured, nuzzling against Ezio’s neck, “not s’loud. ‘M sleepy.”
Ezio hummed quietly and tightened his grip slightly like a child hugging a beloved teddy bear. “Mi dispiace.”
There was a loud yelp and a high-pitched screech, and several moments later, Malik came stomping through, fist clenched as he sat stiffly beside Altair, who wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He was exiting the temple . He managed to run to Al Mualim. His movements were clumsy, and several times, he ran into people or injured himself by pressing the wrong button.
Malik scoffed every time it happened. “I bet I could do better at that than you. You cannot even walk right, novice.”
He scowled at the Arab and watched the scene. When Malik returned in the game, his arm dangling uselessly by his side and bleeding, Altair paused it, set the controller down, and kicked it away.
Play (Video Games) pt.finished. :)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-24 12:04 am (UTC)(link)He rose to leave, his face blank and his eyes a bit more pained than they normally were.
Shaun finished picking the last of the popcorn up. “Perhaps you could go find Desmond. Hopefully, I can trust you to bring whatever’s left of him back?”
Altair nodded and walked stiffly away. “That sounds good.”
There was silence as he walked off. He heard Malik call out for him. He paused.
“Is there something else that we can see? Can we fast forward?”
“I’ll play for you,” he heard Ezio say, perhaps a bit too eagerly. “Go take your time helping Desmond. Bandage him; coddle him, and fix him up, and by the time you get back, I will be passed it.”
A few seconds later, he felt Malik by his side and a hand slip into his. “The past is best left undisturbed sometimes.”
Altair said nothing as he squeezed Malik’s hand lightly and dipped his head. They walked in silence until they saw Desmond limping toward them. Desmond’s eyes grew wide when he saw Malik, and his hands flew to protect his crotch as he staggered to stay on his own two legs.
“’M sorry; I’m sorry; I’m sorry—”
“Do not worry, Desmond: Malik will not hurt you again as long as I’m around.”
Desmond looked terrified, and Altair couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “Do not be alarmed: it happened to me when we were still novices.”
Desmond winced. “And you still managed to have kids?”
Altair nodded, wearing an amused smile. “I did.”
The youngest assassin nodded and limped beside them slowly, on the opposite side of Altair. It was silent for a few minutes.
“At least he still kicks like I remember. Too bad we didn’t get to see bad-ass motherfucker Malik in the game,” Desmond said slowly.
“Or sarcastic Kadar. The boy had a wit as sharp as Malik’s.”
“They severely fucked up Kadar.”
“They are lucky they started with his death,” Malik growled. “Or I would have joined Ezio in his killing spree.”
Desmond winced. “More like torture time. I don’t think they would’ve gotten off that easily.”
Malik said nothing, but stepped a bit closer to Altair, wrapping their arms together. Altair looked at him and leaned over, kissing his cheek softly.
As they walked back into the room with the Animoose—Animus, Desmond so helpfully corrected—they saw Ezio grinning like a fool as he continued playing.
“Oh, yeah! That damn Templar never saw it coming!” He laughed victoriously. His arms were tight around Leonardo, his chin on his shoulder, and Leonardo looked a little upset. “How could he, with the grand master assassin Altair after his ass! Oh-ho! Take that!” He laughed as the screen zoomed in for a counter kill. “Bitch~es, you can’t stand up Altair Ibn-La'Ahad! Kiss the fucking ground he walks, assholes!”
Leonardo yawned as the three walked over. Desmond sat down next to Shaun, who placed a hand on his thigh, looking concerned. Altair looked at the screen as they sat down.
“And this from the man who could not play his own character?”
Ezio spared them a glance. “Damnit, you want it back now?”
Altair raised an eyebrow. “No, go ahead, you are playing better than I ever could have.”
Ezio had his tongue poking out in concentration as he killed the rest of the Templars.
“I don’t see how you got that much better by just switching games,” Malik said.
Ezio waved a hand dismissively, looking a little irritated. “It was the game. His clothes and appearance messed up how the game worked.”
Shaun tapped his chin. “Perhaps, since this game is so touchy for you, we put in Brotherhood and let you all play in multiplayer mode?”
Ezio: “Will I still get to play as Altair?”
“No.”
“Then you’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.”
~*~*~*~*~Writer!anon here. I was tempted to keep writing, but I've never played in multiplayer mode before, so I cannot. D: I am sorry, but this is the end. :) I hope you enjoyed.
Re: Play (Video Games) pt.finished. :)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-24 03:09 am (UTC)(link)Although it saddens me to see this finished it ends on such a warm positive note. I love all the couple interactions and sleepy Leo is the cutest thing in the world!
That angst with Malik and Altair having to re-experience the opening: PERFECT!
And the little jabs a Lucy and Vidic, ffuuuuu yessss. You have blown my mind.
I soooo love how you changed Kadar, he did look way older in the game than I thought he would be and when you added the part about his sarcasam and wit $3$ thats just how I see him, like a cuter, smaller version of Malik.
Ezio's idolizing of Altair is priceless, I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard.
“Bitch~es, you can’t stand up Altair Ibn-La'Ahad! Kiss the fucking ground he walks, assholes!”
Fuck yes.
Thank you WriterAnon seriously, I'm saving this onto my desktop.
Re: Play (Video Games) pt.finished. :)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-24 05:03 am (UTC)(link)I couldn't resist the jabs. It was just too easy.
And the angst with Altair and Malik just seemed to fit. I'm glad you agree.
Re: Play (Video Games) pt.finished. :)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-28 04:22 am (UTC)(link)Um, Just a wondering, are you the same anon from the horse board game prompt? I was just wondering because you set this in Villa, and the way they all talk and act with each other seems to be similar.
Dude, I want a subscription to your newsletter! If you have other stuff, I'de love to read it!
Re: Play (Video Games) pt.finished. :)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-28 11:56 am (UTC)(link)I wondered if anyone would eventually link together what I wrote. But, you already found me on ff.net, so I'd have to say you're one smart cookie. :)