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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.3
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POV change! XD

“Are you planning on standing there all day or will you actually do some work?”

“I was planning on doing many things, but working is not one of them,” Bruno leaned against the wall with a loud yawn in the other man's direction. They had done enough work for the day as far as he was concerned. Watching for thieves and assassins was hard work and he would take the rest of the day off as repayment for his sacrificing his morning for the citizens of Venice.

“We do not get paid to loiter around, stronzo.”

He looked around himself with a frown, then shrugged, “looks like I am.”

His relaxation was broken abruptly when a large, heavily armoured man lumbered over to the pair, “Pene, Stronzo, I know you are trying for private time but you are disgracing Venezia's milita.”

Bruno groaned at the 'nicknames'. “You really are going to call us that?”

“It fits, si? Sargent Stronzo and Private Pene,” the brute's laughter echoed in his helmet and Bruno rolled his eyes. You are not as clever as you think, cazzo.

“I am more suited to Pene than that bastard. His prick is probably so small it is like finding a needle in a hay stack anytime a woman wants to lay with him.”

“He has a spear, you always have your arse towards it. You are Stronzo, he is Pene,” the man said firmly, signalling the end of the conversation for now.

“I am not being fucked by that asshole.”

“No, you are the asshole,” Antonio, or as everyone else now called him, Pene, shot back. He was getting good at his retorts, Bruno had to admit. I am still better but he still has grown a pair of balls instead of sitting around looking like a woman who has lost her husband every time he is insulted. Or lost her dignity. Probably both.

“Bene, then you understand. Stronzo, Pene, there are thieves bothering the market vendors in Ponte di Rialto, go and kill the bastardi.”

“What? Why us?”

Bruno nodded, “I agree with that dick, why us?”

“Because if you do not then I will have you killed.”

I am sure you will and yet for all the times you have made that threat we still stand here. Pene to his credit looked about ready to piss his pants. And that was why Bruno should have been the man no matter who held the spear. He holds the spear like a woman so therefore I am the man.

“Fine, we will go,” he pushed off of the wall with a long sigh to make it known to all that he was suffering under a tyrant. But he still went. Idle threat or not he didn't want to be the one to drive the brute over the edge though he was so stupid Bruno doubted that would ever happen.

In a show of defiance he didn't run, instead walking as slowly as Pene did until out of sight of the other man. He could only walk for so long. This bastard walks too slowly. By the time we get to the market it will be tomorrow at this pace.

“Ey, hurry up, Pene.”

“Shut up, I will go as quickly as I like.”

“Quickly? Is that what you call this? My grandmother walks faster. And she is blind, deaf and has only one leg!” Bruno began at a slow jog as usual, waiting for his partner-the others had decided that not him-to ready himself as a show of mercy. It probably was difficult to run in all that armour. Then again, what did he care really?

“You do not intend on running all the way to San Polo, Stronzo,” the man said over the loud clanking of armour and the constant chatter of the citizens of Venice as they went about their business.

“I intend to run half way. And if you are lost then you are lost and I will not care.”

“I will not be lost, I know the city by now, idiota,” came the reply. He sounded irritated then again he usually did. The seeker had a stick up his ass. Probably more than one. Already he is falling behind. Why pair me with this old man who can barely even run for longer than 10 minutes?

“Yet you still follow me like a blind man. A race then, to see who gets to San Polo first,” Bruno halted for a moment, holding out his hand, “give me half of your armour and then it will be fair.”

“I am not taking off my armour for you.”

“Then I have already won. Ciao,” he sprinted, knowing that Pene would give chase almost immediately however he had a plan. A much better plan than anyone would think possible of him.

In a second he jumped onto the facade of a building, hand over hand climbing until he got to the roof then he lay on his back. Waiting. All he had to do was let the other man pass him, let him think he would win. Then I will have him. He didn't know why antagonizing him brought him so much joy only that it did and he wouldn't be stopping any time soon. Pene made it too easy with his nervous disposition. The way he is constantly looking over his shoulder you would think he was being followed constantly. Perhaps he was dropped on his head as a child. No, his face is too unmarred for that to be true. He closed his eyes-at the pace he was going it would take him hours to get to San Polo and when he did Bruno would be there waiting to scare the crap out of him. Until then I will enjoy the afternoon sun.
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I enjoy writing Bruno/Stronzo a lot more so I'll probably continue writing from his POV. Also this fic is turning into just a way to make as many gay and dick jokes as possible I'm sorry. :'D

So, we've all seen the new (and old) prompts of Altair being the subject to several wandering hands. However I haven't seen it done with novices... so prompt time:

Novices and recruits seem to like Altair a bit too much for it to be just respect. Some of the teaching assassins seem to be oblivious of this however.
So in turn, Altair seems to become the unwilling subject of helping the novices and recruits learn pickpocketing. So Altair gets stuck walking around the city (in civilian clothes mind you) trying to keep them from getting... lets say... the ribbons from his pockets. (if he has pockets...) But it seems that the recruits and novices have more than just pickpocketing on their minds.
*Insert ass groping while pickpocketing here.*
Altair, catches on sooner or later and decides to get back at them. One at a time. It also would appear that he has some rather impressive seduction skills. So he leads one to a secluded spot and ends up causing the poor novice/recruit a: nose bleed, heavy blushing, raging hard on, etc. But Altair somehow escapes before the novice/recruit can fulfill their desire.

Points:
20- some of the novices/recruits fainting on the spot.
30- Regular pickpockets fall victim as well.
50- make one of the victims of Altair's seduction have to come back to the group and have an awkward explanation.
100- Rauf becomes a victim
My soul- Rauf somehow manages to catch Altair and have sexy time in a haystack/hay wagon. (bottom!Altair please. Because there's never enough.)

why is this so long???

Either way, she was funny while she lasted.

I can see it now...

"Oh HELL no. You uuuuglies don't come near this gal Oh no you di-" *CRACK*

THIS. This needs to be written, and Rauf doesn't get enough love! (Oh, Rauf topping Altair is making my brain melt. I hope someone picks this up and goes for the major Points!)

With Desmond eating after a grueling Animus session, Rebecca filling memories, and Shaun updating his archives, it was a typical day for Lucy.

What was Lucy doing? She was hacking into the Abstergo security system. Rebecca may have been the best hacker, but Lucy knew the system, knew the programmers' styles. They had upgraded the doors, and were in the process of upgrading their security cameras and file security.

She could only access a few hallways and some empty rooms at first before...

Bingo. Animus room. And there were people in it. Vidic entered the camera's frame, followed by two men dragging a third person between them. It looked like they had Subject 18.

Lucy quickly switched to the Subject's Chambers to watch as they laid out the new one...

"Dear God," she whispered to herself, before starting to yell. "Those monsters!"

Rebecca was the first one over, followed by the other two. "What is it?"

Lucy just turned the monitor toward them. "Meet Subject 18."

Desmond was the first to respond. "But... she can't be more than twelve."

"Those bloody bastards..."

"What the hell? How could they do something like that?"

Rauf totally found out and "pick pocketed" on purpose.

And Altair totally let him catch him.

Totally.

If it's not too late, I would love to fill this!

Really excited how this is going. Looking forward on how it'll progress later! Keep it up! :D

Desmond (or Altair or Malik or Shaun) is forced to set up an online dating account. Shenanigans ensue.

Bonus Points for
- A series of god awful dates
- Seeing someone they know on the site
- Seeing someone they know AND are related to on the site

A foot shoved at him. “You alive?”

He groaned, “of course I am alive.”

When did it get dark? “You are in shit, you know. Better make up a good story,” the archer nudged him again. Fine, fine. I am awake. He sat up, scratching his beard with a yawn.

“They looking for me?”

“No. Why would they look for you?”

“Because I am handsome and talented. Va bene, I am going. Where is Pene?” in a moment he stood, fully awake though he didn't know how long he would last if he really was in shit.

“Pene? Oh, the seeker with the face like a horse.”

He nodded-it is not so much a horse's face. “The bastardo was probably hoping to get me into trouble.”

“Last saw him before my patrol in San Polo. I do not know where he is now, ask another archer.”

Well he hadn't intended to sleep but he was rested at least so there was that. He ran across the rooftops towards San Polo-navigating at night posed more of a challenge however he didn't fall to the ground below. The idiot is probably still waiting for me wringing his hands. I hope he took care of the thieves at the least.

He stood about another 15 minutes from his destination when he heard footsteps. Not the echo of his own but distinct, heavier footfalls across the stone roofs. Pene's assassino paranoia is rubbing off on me.His pace quickened anyway, not wanting to tempt fate or the assassin's blade by slowing down to check what the noise was. They may call me a coward but while they lie dead in the streets I will live to see another day. There had been stories going around in the past month of entire patrols turning up dead. Peace had left Venezia when the tales of the assassin had started up. Bruno didn't know if he actually had come to Venice or if the thieves were just more brutal than usual but the way they had been killed made him think trained killer rather than thieves with daggers. I need another partner. Pene is making me nervous by his nerves. Bastardo. And who had come up with the bright idea of splitting them into pairs again? It had been at least 3 weeks since they had started doing patrols together- he should have been far less used to Pene's attitude as he was as well as far less influenced by said attitude. If he wanted to go around sticking his lance into every hay bale they saw he could but the way he expected Bruno to agree with him that an assassin could be lurking in there made the agile want to punch him. Why would an assassin hide in a bale of hay? That is just stupidity.

Then again his plan had been to leap out of one. It would still work as long as Pene hadn't gone anywhere and was still patrolling. He should not be. It is at least 10 so he should have gone back to the barracks unless he is stupider than I thought.

He shouldn't have wondered. Pene was rooted to the spot, looking the part of a paranoid guard by constantly checking around himself for enemies even though he had a wall at his back and the canal to one of his sides. It was a pretty good, safe spot to be even if the other guards were all lounging about as if on holiday.

Bruno snickered-he is like a woman who has been stood up. Though he doubted even a woman would wait as long. He slunk down the side of a building in the cover of darkness to a hay bale. Once inside he found it oddly comfortable but itchy in all of the wrong places. Tights had been a bad choice.

He took note of when Pene was looking at the hay and rustled it until he heard the tell tale sign of a distressed seeker. For such a heavily armed man he is a coward. Diligent in his commitment to investigating but a coward all the same.

Before he could jab his spear in Bruno leapt from the confines of his hiding place with a yell that would have even scared a brute he bet. It was drowned out by Pene's in an instant. The man threw his lance down. Who knew he could run so fast? Even with a headstart Bruno still caught up to him by the time he reached the canal considering there was nowhere else for him to run that wasn't crowded with people.

“You fucking bastard you are lucky I did not run you through!”

I have this simple request:

This anon would like to see Rebecca taking care of Desmond while he's in the animus. Just checking up on him, making sure he's okay, stable, and all around as comfortable as possible. And when the memories get rough and he's clenching his fists she scoots the chair on over and maybe pats his hand when she should be watching the screen.

Yes, I not so secretly ship this pairing.

Bear with me here anons!

Everyone made the assumption that you desynced hitting water because Altair can't swim.

What if it had nothing to do with Altair after all. What if Desmond was the hydrophobic one?

Captcha, can I just say I hate your evil little soul?

Have you seen it yet anons? Have you seen it?!
http:// www.youtube. com/watch?v=ZAy3nEyNUDw

Now that we have some game play (even with Altair!) how about some random prompt. Dark, crack, I don't care. Something.

(And do you agree that Altair's voice is better? Or is it just me? He actually sound's middle eastern now! He sounded too American in AC1.)

Has this been abandoned?? I just read through it and want to see more! You can't leave us hanging like this! Please write more?

Thank you, Anon, that's perfect ! I can't wait to read it ~

And I shall await with baited breath!:D

A/N : I've never read The Secret Crusade, by the way. But I've heard of it.

The bureau of Hamah was empty when Malik and Altaïr entered. Still and silent.

"No signs of a struggle, but where's the rafiq?" Malik thought aloud. Rafiqs were generally required to have at least another assassin to stand in for them temporarily to inform others of their absence, but the bureau was completely deserted.

"The incense is still burning. Still faint, someone was here just moments ago to light it." Altaïr pointed out.

Someone who was expecting their arrival then, Malik thought, tapping the pot lightly to shake the ashes in it. The scent was strangely spicy, with a tone of bitterness. Malik frowned. It was familiar, but not rightly so, because he only remembers the description of such a scent in the records of his books, used as a powerful anesthetic. Something in his mind clicked into place as he stared at the pot.

"Altaïr!" Malik warned, dropping the pot on the desk and it smashed loudly. The wavering grip of the poison had already begun its hold, he realised, mind too heavy to think. His vision faded and he lost consciousness.

-

Hafez awoke to the noise of dripping water. He opened his eyes cautiously to the grey stone ceiling. Evening light streamed in between the bars of the window and illuminated the room. A strong odour of sulfur and decay lingered, and the floor underneath him was cold and rough to the touch. Hafez blinked, realising where his likely situation.

He considers sitting up, but the muscles in his body were numb with anesthesia and he gives up after a few tries. Attempting to collect his thoughts, Hafez recalls the attack on them, and Adnan. He shuts his eyes tight to collect the vestiges of energy inside him, and calls out softly.

“Adnan?”

A grunt responded sullenly. “You awake?” A pale face popped into view and he stared tiredly at Adnan’s brown eyes.

“Mm.” His voice was parched and painfully dry. “How do you move?”

“Resisted less. They removed the drug when I stopped moving.” Adnan breathed, moving to help push Hafez up. He was quietly grateful for that.

Hafez gazed around as Adnan helpfully massaged some strength into him. Their cell was a round, empty room, reminiscent of the underground dungeons he had heard about. Except that, since light was pouring in from the window, it was obvious that the room rested at least somewhere on the Earth’s surface. A single, brown wooden door was the only other exit they could see.

“I don’t know any more about our situation more than you do.” Adnan whispered softly. “Except that they came in once to check on us today.”

He shook the lethargy from his head. “How long has it been?” He became aware of the growing dexterity that returned to his limbs, and smiled shyly at Adnan as thanks.

“I’m unsure.” Adnan replied, leaning on the wall beside him. “I think it’s still the same day.” Hafez watched the beginning twilight that filtered in, and knocked the back of his head against the wall lightly in frustration.

Hafez hated being helpless.

A rough shove of a key was heard and the door opened. Hafez swallowed a gasp when a Templar stepped in. He could feel Adnan’s glare beside him. The Templar eyed them for a moment, and dropped a dish of water before turning away, the door slamming behind him.

Adnan hurried to fetch the plate, handing it to Hafez.

“Drink. Your voice is horrid.”

Hafez considered protesting, but his voice was weak and his sips became deeper gulps. The water cleared the haze in his mind, and he became more conscious, noticing the lost weight on his body. Their weapons had been stripped from them too. Figures.

He set the dish down and felt around his left boot. Adnan stared at him curiously. “Is your leg broken?”

Hafez shook his head. “No. Knife.” He smiled when he pulled out the hidden dagger that Malik had given to him and reminded him five times to hide in his boot just before he left. “I don’t know what we can do with it though.”

The smirk that Adnan returned him was oddly assuring. “But I do.”

-

Malik opened his eyes, feeling irritation before his mind was even awake. Wooden bars were prominent before him, and on the side of the bars was Altaïr, sitting grumpily on a chair and bound to it tightly by hemp rope.

“Oh, you’re awake as well!” Malik cringed at the disgustingly chirpy voice that sounded all too familiar.

“Abbas?” He blinked in alarm. “Abbas, is that you? What the hell is going on here?”

A tanned assassin stepped in front of him, boots tapping so loudly it echoed against the stone, unfeeling cell. “What is going on, is exactly what you see is going on.”

Malik frowned against Abbas’ sneer. “Explain yourself.” He tried to struggle, but realised that he too, was tied helplessly to the wooden chair.

“He doesn’t deserve to sit at the top of the order.” Abbas said simply, brandishing a blade at Altaïr’s direction. “And you do not deserve to sit as second in command.”

“Oh? So who does? You?” Malik trod carefully.

“Yes! It was supposed to be me! With Master Al Mualim at the top, but you ruined it. You destroyed what we sought to build, and for that you deserve to die.” Abbas slid the sword dangerously against Malik’s neck.

“Abbas!” Altaïr growled warningly.

“Protective, aren’t you?” Abbas scorned, pressing the sharp blade deeper and drawing fresh blood. Malik scowled in annoyance.

“Get away from me.”

“Oh, of course I will. I wouldn’t waste the skill of my blade on a cripple like you. Remember Kadar, Malik? Remember his last breath? Remember the look in his eyes?” He returned the sword into its scabbard and smiled a twisted smile. “I want you to remember Kadar, Malik, and watch your dear Hafez suffer the same fate. You and that piece of infidel,” he jerked his chin at Altaïr, “it’s only what you deserve. It is what traitors deserve.”

His cold laughter lingered as he strode away, even long after the door had long been shut, him and Altaïr left in an unsettling darkness, their cell illuminated only by the traces of moonlight that leaked in from the holes in the ceiling.

“Are you alright?” Malik had never heard Altaïr sound as exhausted as now.

“I’m fine. Just…” He tried to kick at the hay underneath them. “Irritated. You were right. It was a trap.” Useless. He smelt a bitter scent of iron, that wasn’t quite from him. “You’re bleeding.” He stated. Altaïr’s hood was pulled down, he realised, and his face was cut with fresh wounds that dripped lightly with blood.

“A little.” Altaïr tried to smile comfortingly, but it came out as a grimace. “Superficial cuts. You’re bleeding too.”

Malik shook his head. “I’m sorry. For getting us into this.”

Altaïr shrugged. “You were right actually. He did catch them. The boys.”

He sighed in despair. “Now what?”

“All we can do is wait.”

Malik hated being helpless.

A/N : de-anon-ed by accident. Woops.

I WANT THIS LIKE FILLED WITH FIERCE BURNING

Massive update!! OP is pleased ^^
Don't worry about the dick jokes. They really bring out Pene and Stronzo's personality! Though, their insults are nothing compared to thr brute's sharp tongue
“He has a spear, you always have your arse towards it. You are Stronzo, he is Pene,”
Needless to say that I was rolling on a floor and laughing :--D

Friggin' removed by friggin' Ubisoft, man. I can't get it.

It's... so... FLUFFY! So much fluff I'mma have to brush my teeth...

Ok! Gimme a bit! I'll get it written as fast as I can but I got a lot of stuff going on so I hope it doesn't end up taking too long. Dx

Oh snap Rauf. God yes please let there be more Rauf in this meme because he needs so much love and especially for the fucking top!Rauf. God need so hard!!

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