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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Re: completely non-sensical crack idea
(Anonymous) 2012-01-06 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)also, newbie!anon is excited at contributing her second fill ever XD
Altair hated water. Or he feared it. The point was, pretty much every assassin who knew Altair's name, and that was most of them, knew his strong aversion to water. Present the man with any amount larger than a flask for drinking, and he would be gone. This would normally present a treasure trove of blackmail material, if it weren't so impossible to get the man close enough to a body of water to threaten him with.
There wasn't even the chance to prank him either. Although he was an arrogant, prideful bastard, no one doubted his abilities. It had always been a challenge when they were novices, to see who could manage to actually soak Altair with a surprise bucket of water. Needless to say, even as a child Altair seemed to sleep with one eye open.
Malik knew better, of course. He was the one who had gotten the closest to pulling through with it, back when they were adolescents. He even had the bucket in a good tipping position, ready to let fly the contents when Altair woke up. His shocked gaze of terror startled the younger Malik so much, that he lowered the water bucket and sheepishly apologized. He never really did forget how absolutely horrified Altair had been, how he had withing a moment, looked from the bucket to Malik's own face, pleading silently through his wide eyes.
Now of course, things were far different. Now that Altair had turned into an inconceivably arrogant beast of a person, Malik had no qualms in reintroducing the prank. After he had made Malik himself go through his worst fears, he figured Altair deserved a little fear of his own. Even if it came from something as incredibly stupid as water.
He knew that he had to be extra careful, for even as an adult there were many assassins who yearned to shove him harshly into a pond, or bath somewhere. It was less now to do with getting a good laugh, and much more to do with pure curiosity on most parts. They all wanted to see how water of all things could make the great Altair tremble in fear. And it was known that whatever feelings he harbored against water were just as evident now as it was when they were boys. In other words, Malik knew if anything could get the assassin to feel the pain he caused, this would have to be it.
Since Altair was on a mission right here in Jerusalem, Malik figured his own bureau would be the best place for the trap. After all, he could do almost anything he wanted to it as long as assassins could continue to get in and out, and keep secret.
Plus, there was the fountain right by the roof top entrance. It was so shallow however, that Altair never paid it too much mind, beyond always facing outwards as if worried that someone might push him in. In fact, he often used it to wipe the grime off of his face after missions, as was the fountains purpose in the first place. It was this that convinced Malik that it wasn't merely a fear of drowning like some believed. One could only drown in such water if passed out face first in the fountain.
No, it was something about having his body wet that must frighten him. It would explain why he could refresh himself with a splash to the face, but would be frightened by a bucket of water dousing him.
So Malik knew he could use the fountain to his advantage. Once the infuriating man had left to find information, Malik set to work. He had a younger assassin, one intimidated by his sharp tongue, slick the floor under the entrance with an abundance of lamp oil. The effectiveness was even tested by another assassin coming in from a mission. He had slid directly into the fountain in what was an extremely amusing scene.
However, knowing Altair, he could avoid the fountain even as his footing was lost over the oiled floor. So as a last resort, Malik had enlisted his helper to set up rope triggered water buckets. After dealing with the last few assassins in the area, and ordering them not to come to the bureau in the next day, guaranteeing that there would be no more false alarms, Malik sat back on some pillows. The ropes were in his hand, all he had to do was give one swift, sharp tug and the buckets would send their contents over a winded and hopefully disoriented assassin.
It was at least an hours wait before the plan came to fruition. It was almost beautiful, really. The man fell down gracefully, and full of confidence. Malik had somehow been at just the right angle to see Altair's indifferent face turn to absolute shock as his feet shot out from under him. Of course the bastard managed to wildly grab the edge of the fountain and prevent an undignified splash, but still he had fallen sideways on the bureau floor and Malik wasted no time yanking at the rope.
The water almost fell in slow motion. Altair looked up just in time to see the water coming at him, and then the liquid fell with a loud splash.
Malik wasn't sure what he expected. Probably an undignified shriek or scream, maybe a slight trembling or even a thunderous rage from the man. He wasn't expecting this reaction, though.
Altair looked sharply around, spotting Malik and the ropes he held. He noted the sheer panic the wet man seemed to be experiencing. And then, of all things, Altair stood up and attempted to leap towards the doorway leading to the rest of the bureau. He slipped again, but his legs were working furiously. Malik almost wanted to get out of the way and let the man through, for he seemed to be going on some kind of fear driven instinct, before remembering that he wanted to watch the man in front of him suffer.
So he blocked the doorway. Altair tried to push the man roughly aside, but Malik stood his ground.
Widened golden eyes met dark brown ones again. “Move!”Altair shouted. He had never heard the man yell in such a voice. It was filled not with anger, but with absolute urgency.
“Why should I, novice? Do you have something to hide?” He couldn't really think of anything about being wet that could require hiding, but evidently Altair had something of the sort, for he used his brute forced to force Malik out of the way before he could finish his thought.
Malik sharply turned to see where Altair went. It was clear he was heading to the room that Malik slept in, but for some reason he was struggling to make it. There was a ripping noise as the soaked assassin began to stumble, falling down in the middle of the bureau.
Malik headed over to check on him. He was now struggling with his elbows towards the room, and the one armed bureau leader thought that the man had been injured, perhaps. But as he came to Altair's side in curiosity, he was met with a panicked protest.
“Don't look! Don't look at me! Go away!”
Malik noted that the tearing sound was becoming louder, and the fallen man's legs were twitching erratically. Altair's back arched as if in pain, as he continued to shout in that terrified voice of his. He would be lying if he said he wasn't freaked out by the mans reaction. There was no explanation for it.
At that point, Malik realized it was Altair's pants that were tearing and ripping. He looked over saw beneath the ripped seams that his flesh seemed to be turning rougher by the second. Startled into action, for Altair's screams turned from protest to that of agony, he pulled the ruined trousers off with a swift movement.
The flesh of Altair's legs were joining, and had already been combined down to the knee. Malik watched with fascination as legs ceased to be legs, as they fused together in a sort of fleshy tail. The roughness that he saw before soon spread over his lower half, and somehow morphed into what Malik could swear were scale. Said scales grew and broadened, shining a silver-gray colour. He heard a cacophony of shifting bones and muscle under the slightly subdued and raspy shouts of pain that Altair still continued to sound.
The flesh became longer and the placement of muscle shifted. Now instead of resembling two legs wrapped in a thin silver canvas, Altair's lower half strongly reminded him of a fish. As if to prove his point, membrane grew from where his feet should have been, unfurling into what was most definitely the tail of a fish. Malik touched the “tail” in amazement, only to have it curled away protectively.
Altair stopped his screaming with an unintelligible gurgle of pain. Malik's eyes snapped up to the man's face, and then down to his neck. Three parallel lines ran down either side of his neck, splitting into noticeable gills. His airway returned with a gasp, and he looked up at Malik.
He wasn't angry, either. He gave Malik a mixture of emotions in his stare. Fear and panic being most obvious, but there was also a challenge in his gaze, as if he dared Malik to go and freak out, throw a knife at him, or even summon the guards.
“Well...” Malik began, slightly shaky. He honestly didn't know if he was really seeing this. How could this possibly be real? He was standing there, seeing the form of Altair, which had suddenly morphed into that of the mythological mer people. And said “mer person” was the man he hated most, and was currently looking up at him with such raw fear and resignation. What could anyone say in this situation?
“Fuck.”
(so yeah, I figured that in order to change at least 50% of his body must be coated in water. I know I spent the entire time talking about how Malik was setting this prank up, and we don't even really get to see how he deals with it so I was thinking of following up with an aftermath kind of thing, just Altair explaining everything and a little alt/mal comfort bonding but no sexytimes because I can't write that. Unless anon thinks this is a good enough ending? I'll let you decide)
oh yeah, above post is a fill
(Anonymous) 2012-01-08 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)Re: completely non-sensical crack idea
(Anonymous) 2013-12-07 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)Oh, and not OP.