Cause I cant come up with flipping clever ones until I finish the god damn update!
Altaïr: LANGUAGE
Shut up, Novice *throws a pillow at his face*
Desmond x Reader cause why not?
Thank you all for the support you give me you dont know how happy I am and when I finished facetiming Red-Rose-Killer I kept reading the comments and I almost cried because of all the care and love you guys gave me when you all said you didnt want me to stop writing! I WUV YOU ALL SOOO MUCH!
Enioy~
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You joined the assassin's only days ago, and you were already treated differently just because you were used as a lab experiment for Abstergo, giving you weird abilities like inhuman agility and the ability to never tire out, which keeps you up at night sometimes. You were actually happy when Desmond got brought to the warehouse because he was another treated differently by the Creed. At this present time, you were drinking coffee/tea next to Shaun, watching him as he helped you get more information about Ezio in Abstergo's files that Shaun expertly hacked (with your help, techie nerd ^w^) and were now gawking at all of Ezio's pain. "It says here that his favorite horse got shot." Shaun rolled his eyes, finding the fact stupid. Your (e/c) eyes grew and you choked on the hot drink. You loved horses more than anything. "(Y/n) please dont spit on my computer." Shaun said, protectively hiding his computer. You coughed and looked down, and Rebecca came up, patting your back. "Hey, you look pale, why don't you go on a walk or ride your bike around New York?" She suggested. You looked over at Lucy, the reason of the team. "I think it would be good for someone who is able to punch three punching bags off their chains. Just be back soon, we don't want Abstergo catching you." She nodded, making your eyes glow. You stood up and scurried out the room. "She must love to ride her (f/c) motorcycle if she leaves that quickly." Shaun said. "I heard that!" You shouted, making Rebecca and Lucy laugh.

You ran into the room you shared with Desmond and Rebecca, grabbing your keys from your sleeping bag but careful not to wake up Desmond, and slid down the stair railing. You almost made it before a sleepy voice said your name. "Where are you going?" Desmond asked, rubbing his eyes. "On a ride, you should head to the Animus for Ezio's memories." You said, trying to get away from him. You remember how Ezio effected Desmond by making him more....flirty. So that meant that before you could open the door to leave, his arms wrapped around you and he rested his head on top of yours. "C'mon (y/n), don't go...." He said. You slid from under his arms, facing him and doing well do hide your blush. "Desmond, I don't know how long you're gonna keep doing that but it needs to stop, please..." You muttered. He whispered something in Italian and his lips curled into a creepy, sly smile. "Whatever ya say..." He said. You sighed and began to walk off, until Desmond whistled, making you turn back around. "But...." He said, holding your keys, "You might need these." Your eyes narrowed dangerously and you ran to him, jumping up to grab your keys, but he just held them higher. "Dammit Des, give them back!" You said in anger, only making him chuckle. "Only if I get a hug." He purred. You knew there was no way out of this, because he would hide your keys and its been weeks since you went on your motorcycle. You awkwardly gave him a hug, feeling him hug back. You slipped from his arms once more and smiled, walking away. "You don't have your keys back yet--"

"Oh, Mr.Miles, you think you're the only one that can pull that trick?" You asked, holding up your keys before walking out of the building. Desmond snickered, following after you. "Desmond go inside." You said, not turning around. "What if you get tired? You're gonna need someone to ride back." Desmond tried to reason. You clicked your tongue and shook your head. "Desmond I don't get tired that easily." You said. "Says the girl that stays up all night." Desmond complained. "Okay, okay! I'll let you join, just stop whining and put your hood on because I don't have an extra helmet." You gave in, putting on your (f/c) helmet with glowing cat ears poking from the top (like in some animes like Durara or something, look the helmet up you might find what im talking about.).

He cheered silently like a child and climbed behind you. "You might want to hang on to something." You said, making the bike go slow until you reached the deserted freeway/highway. "Why--OKAY!" He began, but yelped and wrapped his arms around you when you revved the engine and took off at full speed. You laughed, feeling the excitement rush through you and you went faster, keeping a good speed so cops wouldn't get you. "(Y-y/n) slow down!!" Desmond cried, his grip tightening on your jacket. "Sorry, Des! You wanted to join me!" You yelled back through the wind. Desmond wailed in fear, shutting his eyes. "Des haven't you told me you've rode a bike before?" You asked after slowing down just so he wouldn't freak out. "Yes, but not with a maniac driving!" He muttered, making you laugh even more. "Des, its an open, deserted freeway/highway. Who's gonna stop me?" You asked him, your motorcycle going slower at the seed limit. "I....I dont know..I guess I shouldn't judge you so hard, you have been stuck in there for three weeks doing nothing." Desmond sighed, reluctantly removing his arms from around you with a disappointed face.

You stopped your bike on the side of a hill, taking off your helmet and placing it down on the bike seat. "Come on, we're almost there." You said, beginning to walk up the hill while Desmond stumbled behind you. "Do you always come here?" He panted, trying to keep up with your stride up the huge hill. "I used to before the Creed took me in." You sighed. You made it to the top and you grabbed Desmond's hand, pulling him next to you. There was a tree that looked like a huge bonsai tree, all bent and curvy, and you sat at the edge of it, taking a book out of your backpack. "Woah...." Desmond's voice trailed off, staring at the sunset. "No wonder you like to come here."he looked at you and flopped next to you, his head nudging it's way into your lap. You kept reading your book while humming a small song, subconsciously running your hand through his short brown hair. "It's a beautiful view." You hummed, looking to Desmond, surprised to see him smiling at you. "I like the view I'm looking at right now." He said, poking your cheeks, his lips curling into a crooked smile.

You couldn't help but laugh softly. "Flirt, you were better behaved BEFORE Ezio." You said, ruffling his hair, which made him playfully wince. "What do you expect from me? An innocent guy who hasn't hear any dirty joke or something before?" Desmond asked. "No. You'd never be like that." You chuckled. ((Only the awesome Connor is allowed to be innocent cause he IS. I will literally strangle someone if they say he isn't innocent cause he's an assassin. Sure he kill people, which takes away some innocence, but he has never understood dirty stuff (I wish I didn't but I have perverted friends) and for that I show respect towards him.)

He full on laughed, but then yawned. "Looks who's getting tired." You smiled. "Shut up.." He smiled, getting up and then helping you up. You both walked back down to your motorcycle and getting on it, him wrapping his arms tightly around you and pressing himself against you so he wouldn't fall. You headed back to the warehouse, forcing Shaun to help you haul Desmond up the stairs and back into the room.

"Only one bad thing came out of this." Shaun said, pushing up his glasses. "And that is?" You asked. "I lost my bet against Becca and Lucy, so I owe them both twenty dollars." Shaun groaned, making you laughed. "Hey you betted Des would kiss (y/n) before he passed out, me and Lucy betted he'd just fall asleep!" Rebecca argued, soon it turned into a full on war between the two. You and Lucy made a run for it and made it safely.

Lucky you.

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100th part! Yeah! Did most of you think I was discontinuing this? I hope not. Since when was I gonna give up.
Arno: your last update was asking the others if they wanted you to stop--
*throws a baguette filled pillow at his face* shush.
Arno: baguettes!
They're stale.
Arno: *cries* NUUUUUUU
It was Altaïr's and Jacob's idea. *runs and hides behind Edward before another war breaks out*
Edward: I leave for five minutes and the three are already wrestling on the floor to kill each other. *sighs*
¡Chao!
~Kam