Not just a strangerNot just a stranger6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A tall man, hooded and dressed mostly in white pulled himself slowly out of the canal. He favored one arm, his right, as he struggled to get up and out of the dirtied water.
On closer inspection, a dark red stain and a small round hole in his clothing suggested he'd been hit by an arrow. He'd obviously removed it, but the damage had been done.
His breathing ragged, he dragged himself out of the open, and into the shadows in a narrow alley.
He sat still, trying not to bring any more attention to himself, and inspected his wound.
It was then that he heard the sounds of heavy boots hitting the ground, and shouts from what had to be the gaurds he thought he'd gotten away from.
He silently moved farther back into the shadows, and then found a door. Bracing himself against the wall behind him, he managed to stand, and opened the door. Keeping as quiet as possible, he shut the door behind him, but then collapsed on the other side. His shoulder was slowly becoming more painful, and he suspecte
PhantasmPhantasm.Phantasm4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fiora Cavazza cannot sleep.
It's once again with great annoyance that she takes note of this fact. She has tried everything to fall asleep now, to have just a moment of peace to ease her tired mind. Still, no matter what she does, what she tries not to think about, the concept of rest is beyond her grasp. It has been a problem she has been dealing with for a while now and one that refuses to go away despite her best efforts.
She lets out some more frustrated sounds, trying her best to close her eyes and get comfortable. She can feel her feet and hands tingling, her stomach tying itself into tight knots. She can no longer stand on her legs, as her dizziness makes her feel as if she stands on a swaying ship. Pure fatigue has taken over every single part of her being and her mind is screaming to be released into the realm of dreams as she's hoping, praying that she can finally sleep
But how can she? After all that has happened over the last few weeks, resting is abo
Friendship and BrotherhoodAltair dragged himself through the white wet snow, hand clasped to his side to keep the blood in. It was no use, he knew. The wound was too big to cover with one hand. Blood continued to trickle from the slashed flesh. Hed jerked the knife out and left it in the snow some way back. He hoped the pursuers would not see it. His blood was enough of a trail for them to follow.Friendship and Brotherhood6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His breath was vapour in the air. He crawled on, face frozen in a grim expression of desperate determination. Malik was waiting for him back at that abandoned farm out in the country behind a snow-covered hill. He was no doubt worried that neither Altair nor Abbas were back yet. But he could do nothing they had agreed that he was to be ready to ride out when they got back from the task they had come to do.
The snow hissed under him, yielding to his body. His fingers were frozen from digging through it. His hand was so numb he did not feel it anymore. Nor was he aware of the cold gnawing at him, steadily w
-AC II : From Hate...-o~o~o~o--Beginning synchronization-- ~o~o~o~o-AC II : From Hate...-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
-- VENICE ; 1485--
Venice, home to many merchants who seeked a proper business and artists who dreamed of success. Its rich culture and fine architecture gave the city an unique beauty. And of course, its habitants were just as lively.
In the corner of one the busiest streets of Venice were a group of courtesans. The women stood there, gracefully appealing the men passing by. They were noticed yet unnoticed, standing in the middle of the crowd. One of them stood out more than the others though. It wasn't due to her younger looks or slimier figure. She had something they hadn't.
A colorful tongue.
One of the courtesans next to the green-dressed one hissed. "Ines, languague!"
"Che cosa? (What?)" 'Ines' looked back at her comrade, a few loose dark blond hair locks going on her fa
The Pains of FatherhoodThe pains of Fatherhood.The Pains of Fatherhood3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Starring Altair, Malik, Darim, Sef, Maria and OC)
Altair moaned as he slightly turned his head to the right, he could feel the soft pillow under his head. He twitched his hands and felt the blankets of his bed, he groaned turning his head to the left. He opened his eyes to see everything swaying, after a little while of opening and closing his eyes for short periods, they finally came into focus. He looked out the window to see it was early evening, he stared out it for sometime perplex. Why was he in bed at this time? The back of his head started to roar at him. He lifted his left hand to the back of his head confused, he wondered why his arm felt like lead and was alarmed to feel bandages around his head, his arm fall back to his side. He could hear someone enter his room and lifted his head to see who.
"Greetings Altair. I so glad to see your awake." Asiya watched him drop his head back to the pillow, with a brief flash of pain on his face. She w
Caught -updated-Caught -updated-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rain had been falling for hours now. It was a cold, soaking rain that penetrated right through to the bone.
A rain that sent several foreboding shivers through Ezio's body.
A deafening clap of thunder followed a flash of lightning, lighting up the darkened sky and betraying Ezio's position for a split second.
He had just recently taken another life, one that had been closely connected to the cold-blooded murder of his father, Giovanni Auditore, and now a group
of well armed guards were chasing after him. Just by their persistance alone he could tell they had been better trained for hunting an assassin, and were not going to give up after losing sight of their prey.
But Ezio was not to be underestimated. He had not only disposed of several nobles that had a hand in the death of his father, but evaded or killed off any guard that had suspected or seen him. Ezio also had a hidden blade strapped to the underside of each wrist, ready to spring out and deliver a death blow to anyone who dare
HomeAssassin's Creed - AltairHome7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Masyaf. The physical manifestation of the strength of the Brotherhood. If the brothers were the heart and spirit, it was the body, strong, enduring and unbreachable.
There wasn't a nook or cranny of the fortress that he had not explored in his youth, oft times earning the ire of the Master or whichever brother discovered him somewhere he should not be. The first time he'd climbed the outside of the tallest of the towers, he had been surprised to find the hatch leading to the ladder locked, and himself seized with an overwhelming, vertiginous fear, leaving him paralyzed and unable to get down. He'd been so angry with himself. The Master left him there for three days, until he finally summoned the courage to leap.
Yes, over the years, this hallowed ground had soaked up an abundance of his blood, sweat and tears, as it had from all who had ever called it home.
He laid his hands against the wall, reverently, and slowly brought his forehead again
EzioXReader: Diamond in the Rough Part 1EzioXReader: Diamond in the Rough Part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Get back here you little monello!!”
“Haha! Not a chance idiota!!”
The girl ran through the alleyways, trying to loose the two men that were on her tail. (y/n) had once again become bored and did something rather unusual to break her boredom. She had looked around the garbage and found some rotten tomatoes, then using her incredible climbing skills, scaled up a wall to the roof of a house. With the tomatoes, she waited for a vulnerable target, and when she found it, she hauled the tomatoes over and ledge and hit her mark. After that, she got what she wanted: a fun game of chase, only problem is if she really did get caught, she’d probably suffer a bit of a beating. But so far, she’s never been caught by man or guard, she was just simply too swift.
Back to her situation, she turned sharply at a corner and climbed up a ladder to the safety of the roof tops. (y/n) snickered as she watched the men just pass on by, not even bothering to look up the ladder
Encounter: Chapter 1Weapons flashing, angry voices. "Assassin! Assassin!"Encounter: Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The assassin- Altaïr Ibn La Ahad- scaled the wall, desperate to escape the guards. He let out a cry when an arrow struck his back. Fire ran up and down his spine.
In his pause during the climb, an archer took advantage and shot another arrow at Altaïr. It hit his right arm, making him lose his grip on the wall. Altaïr dangled from the ledge with his left hand, pain shooting up his arms and back as he tried to swing his legs up to get back. The first time didn't work, the second he barely made it on.
By this time one of the guards had attempted to go after Altaïr. A sword in his hand, he scrambled up the wall. With his terribly injured state Altaïr had trouble reaching the top. The guard approached him, taking a jab with his sword and missing. But he had slipped on something; the guard glanced down to see wet blood. Glancing up he saw Altaïr's blood dripping on him. It gave him courage that the as
The Eagle's Clutches Part TwoThe Eagle's Clutches Part Two.The Eagle's Clutches Part Two4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Twenty steps following the right curve of the street.
Turn left at the fork in the road.
Five steps before turning left up the stairs.
Thirty steps up the stairs and then turn to your left.
Il Lupo knows the route to the Assassin hideout well. Despite being unable to see due to the blindfold over his eyes, he still perfectly memorizes it, once again proving that the scouting he did during his brief return to Cesare wasn't without benefit. He knows it so well he's sure he could even walk it in his sleep. The blindfold is as good as useless, but he's smart enough to refrain from saying that out loud. The last thing he wants is for the Assassins to see him as a threat and kill him on the spot.
He knows he's lucky that they haven't just done that so far. This whole night turned out a lot different than he expected. Rather than sitting comfortably in front of his fire place at home with Fiora's body dumped in the Tiber and a hefty sum of money from Cesa
Measure of a ManMeasure of a Man.Measure of a Man4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fiora braces herself as a hard fist impacts with her face, crying out as she swears she can hear her jaw crack. The force of the blow is great enough for her to lose her balance and she finds herself tumbling to the ground, hissing at the pain of her body colliding with the cold, hard tiles. She barely has the time to recover as a boot is planted in her stomach, knocking the wind out of her, causing her back to reconnect with the surface in the most painful of ways.
She fights to bite back another whimper of pain and swiftly tries to get back onto her feet again. The next incoming punch to her face is quickly deflected and she immediately responds with one of her own. Her attacker lets out a furious growl as she hits him in the nose, managing to draw blood in the process, and responds with another swing that she can barely dodge.
The Courtesan isn't fazed in the least and lunges for the man again. She's blind to his face contorted in anger, blind to the tensed
AC - DSiShaun was only able to shake his head in unbelieving shock as he entered the room which he shared with Desmond.AC - DSi4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The novice still sat on the bed, handheld on his propped up knees, eyes fixed to the two screens and whatever was going on there. He didn't even as much as flinch when the door slammed shut behind Shaun. His eyes flickered up at the historian for a second before returning to the screen.
"What?" he asked coldly and Shaun was able to hear how annoyed and frustrated he was and disappointed.
Shaun sighed, walking up to him, sitting on the edge of his bed. Desmond was leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the bed, so there still was plenty of space between them no, too much space.
"The girls were worried because you didn't come back with me before "
"So only them?" the novice whispered, the clicking of the buttons subsiding for a moment before returning apparently twice as loud, frustration being let out on them, "Guessed so "
What Malik Left BehindMalik sat in the Assassin's Bureau, twirling the end of a feather in his only one hand. The dried blood sat uncomfortably on the tips of the once bird feather. He could feel a breeze, but it was warm and not very refreshing. The memory he was repeating was clear as crystal water on a summer day. All the screaming. Altair being thrown out. The crusaders. Kadar.What Malik Left Behind5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Malik gripped the feather tighter, causing it to snap and flutter to the floor. He slammed a fist on the desk where his map lay as the feather so delicately hit the floor. His fingers dug into the palm of his hand and he found himself trembling. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed in.
No, he was okay.
With this he lifted his head, waiting for the bells to chime that Altair had completed his job. The sleeve where Malik's other arm was supposed to be danced lightly with the breeze that ruffled his hair. He stared at the sky, watching the clouds being pushed slowly by the wind. Malik cleared his throat, finally hearing that same
Out of TimeEzio coughed again, and once more, blood came up. He wheezed with each step, and felt ready to collapse. The Venetian guard had grown tired of him. They had planned a trap, and Ezio had played right into it. "Cazzo!" He cursed, his balled fist weakly hitting a nearby wall. More blood came. He didn't even try to cover the slash on his chest. There was no point. The wound was a deep gash that started at his right shoulder and ended almost at his left hip, and it had not stopped bleeding. The front of his clothing was now more red than white, and the effects of bloodloss had already started to effect him. Staggering, he kept his hand against the wall for support. His vision had become blurry, as if walking wasn't hard enough.Out of Time5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As hard as it was to think through the pain, he had memorized the alleyways that lead into the Thieves' headquarters. It was the one place in Venezia he knew he'd be safe, if he didn't die trying to get there. Finally, it seemed, he made it into the small courtyard,
Sketchbook Scenario 1 (Ezio Auditore x Reader) 1/2Sketchbook Scenario 1 (Ezio Auditore x Reader) 1/26 months ago in Romance More Like This
You were sitting peacefully in the open courtyard/park not far from your family’s home. You were drawing one of the fountain statues that stood graceful yet benevolent in the middle of thousands of brilliantly blooming flowers. Your pencil flowed in gentle lines across the page as the picture gradually came to life under its influence. You were no more than six, but your mother had told you that you were truly gifted in the art world.
Your mother had taught you how to draw and paint as well. Your father was an inventor, and he had many things patented and sold. You lived in the lovely town of Firenze, or Florence in English. That made you little (Y/f/N) di Firenze. You smiled happily as a small lizard with a maroon head ran past you, but not before examining you carefully with one eye and a tilt of its head. You giggled as it scurried off.
Your drawing was almost finished, and you were glad. It was almost sundown and your parents wouldn’t want you
The PilgrimThe Pilgrim.The Pilgrim5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That was the first word that came to mind as one looked over the small village in the dry landscape of Syria, a landscape stretching out as far as the eye could see without a beginning or end.
It was midday, the point the sun stood highest at the heavens and burned mercilessly on the earth below. The moment of the day when man and animal tried to avoid the scorching heat and sought shelter in the shadows of their houses and the trees. It was when the weather of this land was such a mighty foe that the least bit of effort would enable it to sap one's strength. And thus, all remained silent, as to save their strength, and waited patiently for the sun to descend, casting the land in an almost reverent quiet.
Still, all this was lost to one. A single figure, guiding his horse across the narrow path, dared to venture out and risk the blazing warmth that had ensnared this place. His face was covered by a cloth, as to protect himself from sun and sand, and the clo
RunningEzio checked on his mother and sister for the seventh time now, making sure they were both okay. The three had made it to the villa in Monterrigioni, with Mario's help, not more than two hours ago. It was late now, the moon already having made it's way high into the night sky. Its light cast an eerie glow over everything, Ezio noticed, as he walked towards the front door. His hood down, he looked up into the sky, as if searching for answers. It had been more than a day since his father and brothers had been executed, and just as long that his mother his poor mother, had spoken a word. She still seemed to be in shock from the event. Ezio did not blame her, but he was worried. Nothing he or anyone else said had any effect on her, and she continued to sit there silently.Running5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Claudia had taken things a little better, at least. Being given something to do helped to keep her mind off what had happened, even if just a little.
He let out a frustrated sigh, his fist slamming into the wooden do
BL - Song of FarewellThe late evening of the first of May in 1519 in Clos Lucé was a subdued one. No-one within the manor found the motivation to speak rather, the servants were cloaked in mournful silence and were frozen in grief, huddling together to give each other comfort. Tonight, the world would loose one of the greatest men to have ever lived.BL - Song of Farewell5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The bedroom of Leonardo da Vinci was sparsely lit, candlelight flickering and casting skipping shadows in the entire room, the furniture dipped in a deep contrast of dark and light and coming alive with the movement of the flames. The atmosphere was so tense and eerie that Francesco Melzi sought refuge near the brightest area of the room on a chair beside the bed, where the aged Leonardo lay, faded blue eyes staring at the ceiling weakly as his body valiantly tried to fight the one mystery he had yet not unveiled.
Francesco gave his old Maestro and friend a saddened look. It was unbelievable to him that the energetic man had been reduced to this, b
So Close -small update-Ezio moved as silently across the rooftops as possible. There were not many guards out this night, but he did not want to alert anyone. It had been a week and a half since the male side of his family was excuted.So Close -small update-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His father, Federico, and young Petruccio...all of them gone. Their faces haunted his mind, and he could still see their last moments so clearly. The scene of their deaths must have played over in his mind at least a hundred times. Yet each time, he was completely helpless to stop it. Shaking his head, he tried to focus on the area around him. He had tried to visit Cristina several times already, but had not made it halfway when guards would catch a glimpse of him and he would have to turn back. He was a wanted man, now. No longer could he live out the care-free life he'd been accustomed to for so long. The entire Florentine army was out for his head. Even now, wanted posters were placed around the city, displaying his hooded face.
This night was different, though. He knew he
Birds of a FeatherGravity pulled harshly at his body as he launched himself upwards to grip a decorative border of the tower he was climbing. But he had long ago gotten used to the excitement of hanging off a tall building with nothing to break his fall, but his own climbing abilities. It had become routine, this familiar strain of his fingers clinging onto whatever they could grip, the wind whipping around him and the sound of the city fading away below him. He respected the height, yes, but that did not stop him from conquering it each and every day.Birds of a Feather5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Finally, Ezio reached the wooden support the labourers had left at the side of the building, from the time they had used it to access the tower better. Now it sat abandoned, only used by the eagles.
He pulled himself up and crouched on the support for a moment to lessen the tension of his muscles and to survey the city below him. The wind played with his cloak and hood and it whistled quietly around him.
But over the whistling wind, there was another soun
Credere e' VivereEzio knew he was going to miss. He knew that with certainty when he felt his shoulder give and staggered, gasping. His sword dropped from his hand as he clutched at the arrow half buried in his shoulder. He watched it all happen in slow motion, in utter disbelief. He'd not known the archers were anywhere near. Had had no inkling that there were archers at all. He gritted his teeth, fingers slick with blood, as he glared at the soldiers who moved closer weaving their weapons back and forth in menacing arcs.Credere e' Vivere5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Assassin fought like a feral beast, winded or not, injured or not. He was a handful and that was no mistake. Estefano Reggio swore as his men died around him. The bastard was covered in blood and knives head to foot, seemingly pulling the shiny sleek blades out of thin air. If he'd not known better Estefano would have said the Assassin employed magic. But how magical was a man who stumbled and bled and gasped with every stroke? He was mortal. And this day of Christmas he would di
Pluto and Proserpina Part OnePluto and Prosperina Part One.Pluto and Proserpina Part One4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tonight was a special night. A night like there hadn't been one before. One that would go into history as one of its kind. This, for one, was not a night of sleep. It was a night of festivity and joy, of wine and good food. It was a night without worries, warmed by the fires in the streets and the delight in people's hearts as they danced and sang under the bright nightly sky.
There was a celebration in Monteriggioni. At a time that the world would normally be at rest, its population was wide awake and engrossed in festivities. It was tonight, after a difficult period of seven years after the attack by the Borgia, that the town had been rebuilt to its former glory. The houses were safe and habitable once more, the economy was blooming again and with the return of its ruler, Ezio Auditore, the town was reverting to the venerable outpost in the Tuscan countryside it once was.
It was the landlord himself who was the mind behind this merrime
The Pains of Fatherhood. 02 - I want a girl.The Pain's of Fatherhood - Chapter 2 - I want a girl.The Pains of Fatherhood. 02 - I want a girl.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(People in the story. Altair and Maria)
Winter was just around the corner in Masyaf so it was a chilly night. This how ever didn't make Masyaf any less busy. Malik was away with Asiya in Baghdad on a mission, leaving Altair to handle all the work by himself. This didn't bother him, he was more then capable of doing the work but having two people share the work load made it go faster and better strategies to be planed.
Altair was sitting at the desk in the library, reading the reports sent from the Rafiqs in the other cities. There was a lot of turmoil in the new strongholds, specifically the one near Egypt. Rumours were that Templars were back to their old tricks and were searching for another Piece of Eden. He had sent Amin there to investigate before he took it upon himself to make sure the Templars never got there hands on another one. Only a select few could be trusted with the information about the Pieces of Eden. Altair couldn
Little DrabbleIt was barely light outside when Desmond heard a shrill whistle pierce the air. Begrudgingly, he rolled out of bed and made his way over to their designated kitchen area, trying to rub the sleep out of his eye. The thing making the annoyingly loud noise was a very loved tea pot tended by the only person Desmond knew who drank tea.Little Drabble4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Are you just going to stand there glaring," Shaun Hastings said while pouring himself some tea. "Or are you going to eat something?"
Desmond grunted and walked over to the fridge and pulled out a gallon of milk. "Why do you wake up this early?" he asked and pulled out a box of cereal. "It's unhealthy."
"Well, Desmond," Shaun started and stirred his tea while reading a newspaper. "I'm what some people call a 'morning person'. Have you ever heard that before? Or are all you Americans drunkards who party at clubs and jump from one 'relationship' to the next?"
Desmond sat down and shrugged, spooning some milky-cereal mix into his mouth. "At least I can get some,