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NOTE; Okay, this is how everything is set up. Before each chapter will be a note detailing the prompt I was given, whether or not it's AU, and when it's supposed to be taking place. I'd really like to hear what you guys think, and if you have an idea for a Quick-Fic.
OZ
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A weird prompt I got from a friend; AU… Modern times, but not necessarily present day.
Altair, Ezio and Desmond are triplets, they are ten years old… Run with it.
So I did… 333 words.
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Ch-Ch-Changes
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Hell, for Desmond, started the year Ezio decided to grow his hair out… As if the bastard wasn't cocky enough, now he had those long, luscious, flowing locks like all the heroes on the front of romance novels…
Altair took it in stride, like he did most everything… Very little other than the neighbors two sons and their plastic swords excited him.
Desmond… did not. He was a strange creature of habit. Change was scary, change was like a doctor's visit when you knew, just KNEW they were going to give you shots for something that you didn't need, or dentist appointments with those scary looking sharp tools and bright lights… Or visiting the optometrist and the doctor blasting air into your eyes to take measurements.
Desmond, didn't like change at all. He liked his brothers, liked that they looked the same, that their mother bought them the same clothes, liked that they enjoyed the same foods and movies and playing together.
Heck, he even liked that when one of them got hurt the other two wept over the wound as well.
The sameness made him feel safe, made him feel loved.
He did not like Ezio's new different-ness. He did not like it simply, and plainly because not only had Ezio deviated from the haircut they'd all had since they were three years old, but he'd also decided he didn't want to hang around with his brothers anymore… No, instead he decided he was an adult and had latched onto their older brother as if stuck there by superglue.
It was not, by any means, a pleasant experience. Especially for thirteen year old Federico, who had tried to find reason after reason to tell his girlfriends as to why one of his little brothers was wedged between them watching everything they did together.
Desmond blamed the hair… Long hair made you do stupid things.
Altair just shoved him in the dirt, and when nobody was looking crouched and patted his head comfortingly.
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