AC3 Drabbel Haytham and Connor - HugThe arms closed around him in a warm somewhat proud and comforting hug. Instingtively his body got stiff, the touch was so foreign and new and he probably should feel offended by the intruder of his personal space but...AC3 Drabbel Haytham and Connor - Hug2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You know it is okay to recive a hug from your father, son."
#Slowly relaxing he even felt his own arms moving upwards to return and accepting the hug. He buried his face in his fathers shoulder and he felt like beeing a child all over again.
Connor: Family and FreedomConnor sighed in exasperation. The man was not there. The bench by the waterfront where his father’s contact had said Haytham would be was empty. He turned around searching the moonlit docks and empty stalls: nothing and no one. Just a few nighttime passersby hurrying about on this fresh April night but that was all. No sign of his father, however. The man was good at hiding his presence, Connor reluctantly concluded. A cruel arrogant man he might be but Haytham Kenway was no fool. He could obviously read that his son did not trust him in the least. Not that Connor had tried to hide his dislike for this sire of his who simply blithely seemed to assume that the Assassin would obediently fall in line with his wishes. “You surely have a thing coming, father,” he muttered to himself just about ready to leave. He would continue the search on his own if he had to. He’d done it before.Connor: Family and Freedom2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Good evening, Connor,” said his father quietly approaching from behind.
My BoyMy Boy.My Boy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'll just call you that, if you don't mind. I know it's not your real name, but your real name hard to pronounce for me. Impossible, practically. I'm not particularly proud of that. After all, I am your father and it would be fair to call you by your actual name. But it seems few people around you have a feel for the Mohawk tongue, so like them, I will call you by a simpler name.
It's been three days since you left. Three days since you walked away from me in Valley Forge. You threatened to kill me should I follow or stop you and I have not seen you since.
Frankly, I wonder if I should have gone after you. Should have helped you. I should have simply ignored your threats and followed you anyway. Maybe then, you'd see things my way. Maybe you would finally listen to me. Maybe then, you would see reason and finally trust me.
Still, trusting is a hard thing for you to do, isn't it? After all the idealist nonsense that that senile fool Achilles put in
Connor: Family and Freedom 2It was an hour later that he came back wearing a black uniform that looked very much like the ones that the five men in front of the compound wore. The sky was just barely beginning to pale to the east, the stars gradually disappearing. The moon still shone with a brilliant light. A soft breeze came in from the ocean. The streets were deserted now. It was the quiet time before life asserted itself once more.Connor: Family and Freedom 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Haytham critically examined Connor’s outfit and made a few minute adjustments.
“That should do,” he approved. “Follow me.”
Together they approached the gated compound walking as if they belonged there on business. Showing fear or nerves would get them nowhere but full of bullets. The five men had the look of hard bitten veterans, thugs really, who obeyed the orders of any man who paid them, and paid well. One of them held up a hand to stop them.
“Hold strangers,” he said, eyes studying the two, full of suspicion. “You tread on private
Connor: Out in the ColdHe lunged forward, defiant. And missed his mark. His feet slid out from under him on the powdery snow as he was pushed back. He fell onto his back with a dry grunt and rolled over or tried to. He was rolling. Just not aside but down. Along the snow that whispered dryly under him, his fingers gouging tracks in a futile attempt to stop.Connor: Out in the Cold3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He slid right out over the precipice in a white cloud of white powder, his hands scraped raw red by the coldness of the snow. He dangled the abyss, snow slowly floating past him with a deceptive ease. He panted, chest constricted by the press of the cliff edge.
Only the leather strap around his wrist stopped his free fall. He risked a quick glance over his shoulder down. It was a long way down, a very long way. His heart pounded in his heaving chest. It hurt to breathe. His wrist pulsed with every heart throb.
A shadow fell over him. Reflex took over. He glanced up, fast. To see the black barrel of a gun pointing at his face, the hammer drawn back.
QuarrelJanuary 29th, 1778, Aboard the AquilaQuarrel2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As Haytham woke the details of his dreams slipped away alarmingly fast. As he opened his eyes he remembered little more than flames, the acrid smell of burning, and the haunting words spoken by his son only two days prior.
He didn't know what to think of the news. There was some sorrow of course, but though he had loved Ziio, she had left his life two decades ago. Maybe there was some disappointment, that Charles and the others had ignored his orders, leading to the creation of their greatest enemy today. But what disturbed him the most was simply the expression on his son's face when Connor had said those words. So much frustration and hate distorting those features so like his mothers and Haytham's own.
Haytham sat up, looking around the small room he'd been given for the trip. The Aquila was not a ship designed with comfort in mind, with the "room" being barely large enough for his bed, a ches
MirrorEvacuation Day, September 3rd, 1783Mirror2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I had tensed when the cannonball slammed into the water, falling short of actually hurting anyone. A last show of contempt from the British before they withdraw. It would later be known as the last shot of the war.
I watched the ships leave, marking the end of a long bloody struggle that I had started.
No, that’s wrong. Things went out of hand easily, even without my prodding. I had simply added fuel to the fire, a fire that had gone beyond my control. So much had gone wrong, but in the end…it’s finally done.
“Do you regret killing him?”
I didn’t turn to face him, didn’t need to ask what he meant. He could sense my doubt, knew what must have been on my thoughts today of all days.
“He was my son, Charles.”
“But do you regret it? Would you do it again?”
Would I? I’d like to say that, yes. I would.
I’d like to, but I can’t.
Two years prior, September 16th, 1781
Open your eyesSon...Open your eyes2 years ago in Settings More Like This
You think me so soft, that by calling me son I might change my mind? How long have you sit on this information, or am I to believe you discovered it now?My mothers blood may stain another hands, but Charles Lee is no less a monster, and all he does he does by your command! A warning to you both; choose to follow me, or oppose me, and I will kill you.
Unsheathing his sword, Haytham readied himself for an easy win. Connor was clearly in no condition to fight, and this time, he would teach his boy a thing or two about arrogance. He had sent Lee away to safety, to hide until his position could be restored. Now to just deal with this thorn in his side, his own son who had undone decades of careful planning, now stumbled foolishly before him, quickly losing blood and utterly dazed. His plan was simple; kill Connor.
Thrusting his sword forward, Haytham dove at C
Connor: Uneasy Alliance“One part of me wants to fight and repel all outsiders. The other part of me IS the outsider.”Connor: Uneasy Alliance2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The church was empty. Totally. Absolutely. Completely. No trace of supplies. No trace of anything or anyone. The contact that Washington had said was supposed to meet the Assassin here was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps the man had gotten lost or ambushed on his way here. Benjamin Church was a Templar after all, albeit a disgraced one.
Connor sighed scanning the empty windowless and doorless church. The interior had been stripped bare of everything and anything portable long ago. Even the bell from the belfry was gone. Only the floor creaked under his boots. Utilizing Eagle Vision he tried to search for some clues but there was nothing. Not even a speck of dust. The little church was as barren as a beggar’s purse.
He would have to search elsewhere, scan the ground outside. Perhaps the crew that had cleaned out this place had left some clues behind. He turned to go…
Altair: Eagle's Soul2Masyaf, Summer 1188 CEAltair: Eagle's Soul26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The comb went through the dark brown hair, along the shimmering shine the tresses had in the midday light. The hair was smooth and long, a little curled from the braid it was worn in often. There was a measured pace to the movement of the comb through the womans hair. The quiet almost sibilant hiss of the hair parting as the combs teeth untangled its length. The arm wielding the comb was strong and muscled using the instruments of war and womanly arts with equal ease. The face in the polished bronze mirror before her was distorted but she did not need to see herself to know that shed been changed.
Change was her very nature, she knew. She had started out as a slave, sold as a child to a man who set her to wait on his wife. She had grown up there under his wifes kindly guidance. She had been more like a daughter than a servant. She never remembered her parents all she knew was that her name was her grandmothers and shed n
Daniel Cross - Deleted SceneDaniel Cross - Deleted Scene2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Soon after the confrontation in Brazil, Daniel traveled to Abstergo's Rome facility, where Warren Vidic held Desmond's father William hostage in hopes of obtaining Desmond's Apple of Eden as an exchange.
Daniel found Desmond in Vidic's animus room demanding that he hand over the Apple of Eden. "It's the 21st century and you are still running around with a tiny knife for protection? It's stupid!" he teased as he aimed the gun at the Desmond as he hid behind the animus like the mouse he was.
Suddenly as something was trying to stop him visions of early 1900's flooded before him. Demanding his vision and mouth as Russian spilled out. Visions of the shard, the turn of the world and a glimpse of what lies beyond appeared.
Daniel screamed, not now and for the memories to get out of his head. They felt like lava pouring in threatening to burn him away completely. He ran out of the room in a panic, seeing bits of Abstergo as patches of forests flickering on top. Daniel could rememb
Assassin's Creed 3 chatroom(Note: I have not finished the game yet)Assassin's Creed 3 chatroom2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
AnimusVictim17 has logged in.
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UnappreciatedBrit: Desmond, is there a reason you're not in the animus right now?
AnimusVictim17: yea Becca said we should give it a few hours to cool off.
UnappreciatedBrit: "cool off"? What, were you petting so many dogs the system crashed?
AnimusVictim17: i think ur the only guy i know who types wt full words.
UnappreciatedBrit: Are you saying I should dumb my language down to your level?
AnimusVictim17: im just saying there are faster ways 2 type.
UnappreciatedBrit: if anything, I think you should stop using those stupid text-speak adages. They make you look like a sixteen-year-old girl.
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Vision of the EagleVision of the EagleVision of the Eagle2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
3-7-13 to 3-10-13
Each day I live I've seen many die,
For the will of another did they defy.
Masking my own grief I trudged ahead,
To a path I was meant to be led.
Each day I observe the tenacity of those who fight,
To boast to the Motherland of their own might.
Cease all grief and endure the pain,
Because freedom's foundations have already been lain.
Eliminate the tyranny cloaked in red,
Otherwise oppression will soon arrive in its stead.
Should the wraiths in crimson succeed,
No more peace for my people- it has been decreed.
Should I fail the mission I've been granted,
The seeds of sorrow shall be implanted.
So long as I give the colonists aid,
Perhaps a truce with my people shall be made.
Freedom IS peace,
Yet the more I observe does this belief decrease.
Cease all grief and endure the pain,
Because freedom's foundations have already been lain.
Eliminate the Cross cloaked in red,
Otherwise oppression will soon arrive in its stead.
My father shall
Mirror ImageEpilogue to the oneshot MirrorMirror Image2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I stood in shock in the empty courtyard. The empty courtyard.
I came back to the Fort in the morning to find it in shambles. The naval bombardment had lasted several hours, and then inexplicably, the ships left. It left many confused, having expected the attack to have been followed up. But I understood of course. The attack had simply been to provide cover for Connor, so that he could slip in unseen.
I had fled soon after killing Connor, though I had allowed myself some measure of foolish sentiment, staying there with my son in my embrace until life had fled him entirely.
Even I should be allowed to mourn the death of my child.
However, I had no desire to remain long in this death trap, where I was still very much in danger. Injured, –for Connor had not left me unscathed, despite how one-sided our battle was- I managed to leave the Fort safely, abandoning my son's body.
Interlude Part OneInterlude Part One: request by VenatOccuria.Interlude Part One5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The mountains were rather quiet this time of year. This was not surprising. Autumn was setting in and the once green slopes were swiftly starting to revert to back to the white this part of the land was famous for. This could make the mountain paths treacherous and as such, any signs of civilization were scarce. In fact, the endless white of the snow covered mountains was all Lucy Stillman could see when she looked out the window of the cabin they used as a pit stop to get to Monteriggioni.
She knew she really shouldn't. Right now, she had more important things to do. After all, she still hadn't figured out the meaning of Subject Sixteen's video and she had resigned herself to watching it over and over again to figure out its message. Still, the answers she sought for refused to come and in the meantime, her mind started to wander to the white world outside her hiding place and, inadvertently, to the man who had provided her and her f
Assassin's Creed OC Blank TemplateAssassin's Creed OC Blank Template3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Introduction of Character
Time Period: (High Middle Ages, Renaissance, American Revolution, Modern Times)
Affiliation(s): (Assassins, Templars, Neutral)
The Character’s Appearance
[Try to include detailed description of character’s physical characteristics (shape of nose, freckles, moles, scars, shape of eyes, accessories, etc.), ethnicity, common attire, etc. DO NOT JUST PUT DOWN WORDS!]
About the Character
[Be as detailed as you can with your character’s personality. DO NOT JUST PUT DOWN WORDS! Go into depth with your character.]
Altair: Eagle's Soul3Chapter 3Altair: Eagle's Soul36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
On the road to Baghdad Summer 1188 CE
Having seen everything he needed to see, Altair crawled back from the edge of the cliff and, once sure no one would see him, stood up and headed back down the slope, loosening the sabre in its sheath. Twenty Templars, he counted mentally, picking his way carefully down to the horses and the little camp theyd made in the hollow under the cliff. Twenty very careless Templars. Their camp had no organization whatsoever. Easy prey for him: apparently theyd forgotten that he was the Shadow of Death hanging over them, the white-clad ghost that could blend in with any Templar troop. And take many of them down before they even knew he was there.
Adah had waited with the horses, her brow set in a frown. Theyd argued about the wisdom of chasing twenty well armed Knights of the Church all the afternoon but his mind had been set the moment hed seen the homestead and the look on her face that shed tried hard to hide. For w
A Father's Dying ThoughtsToday looked bleak, despite the sun overhead. The crowd cheering surrounded the plaza with their cries. In the center of this plaza were the gallows, in which three men stood. A rope encircled their neck, ready to choke the life out of them with its deathly grip.A Father's Dying Thoughts6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Giovanni Auditore stared out at the people in front of him, eyes deep in contemplation. If only this didn't happen...If only he and his sons could leave the gallows now and assume their normal lives. Why did it come down to this? Why were they betrayed?
The elder Auditore turned his head to the man walking around the gallows. He exclaimed, "I am bound to pronounce you guilty!"
He looked to his sons at his side. His youngest, Petruccio, had his gaze fixated on the ground. He hung his head dejectedly. Giovanni searched for words to speak to his son.
"Petruccio do not hang your head in shame. We are Auditores; we do not behave like cowards."
"But Father can you not hear them?" His youngest son gritted his teeth and slig
Birthday Cake - Dangan Ronpa FanfictionKirigiri never thought of Naegi Makoto as a cooking type. Aoi Asahina had the vibes of someone who could and had quite the experience with cooking, seeing as she always brought boxes of homemade sweets to social events and even school. Naegi, on the other hand, had the vibes of someone who could -at most- cook rice and ramen in a pot when he needed to. And like most of her intuitions, she was completely right. But her intuition hadn’t told her that it would be this bad…Birthday Cake - Dangan Ronpa Fanfiction2 years ago in Humor More Like This
She hadn’t known what to expect when Naegi had knocked on the door of her house that day with a light blue Tupperware container in his hands and a nervous look on his face. She had immediately tried to determine what it was he was holding, but he had insisted it was a surprise and she had to come to the kitchen to find out. So obediently, she had let him in the house and let him carry whatever it was into her kitchen. She was beginning to feel slightly nervous as she heard him mutter out, “But d
Gentleman (Connor x Reader) Part 1Most women loved to knit, settle down one day, have a book club, or have tea.Gentleman (Connor x Reader) Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
You loved nature, the outdoors, and especially to feeling of riding a horse through the forest. But, alas, your gender prevented you from doing so.
Naturally, you ran away from your life and decided to live in the great and vast outdoors.
You ran away a day ago and slept in a tree. It wasn't very comfy, but it was so much better than staying on the ground and risk being attacked by bears...or elks...or...wolves... You never threatened them, but they attack anyway. Crazy animals.
You grunted as you hopped off your tree. It wasn't very tall, just on a steep hill. You did not know where you were heading to, but judging on the peddler's carriage, you were near a house. You scaled the trees, knowing it would be faster to tree hop rather than walk or run.
Before your father passed away a few years ago, he taught you many things, mostly running faster, self defense, and climbing because he said that there a
I Found a ReasonDesmond Miles sat on the roof of the villa, watching the moon. Lately, the hallucinations he'd been having had become more and more vivid, and he had escaped outside to breathe fresh air and clear his mind. He was beginning to hate the Animus, even if he did insist to get into it more often. It was all for the good of humanity, of course, and stopping the end of the world. But he also wanted to keep her safe. Her. Lucy Stillman. The woman he owed so much to. She had been watching over him all the way back at Abstergo, and she still was. At first he had simply felt admiration for the female Assassin, respecting her for her guts and her refusal to give up.I Found a Reason4 years ago in Romance More Like This
But now, the respect and admiration were starting to turn into something else. A conflicting mix of feelings that he had never really felt before, a combination of fear, respect, loyalty... and attraction. Desmond let out a sigh and closed his eyes, leaning back until he was lying flat on the roof, his hands pressed against his eyelids
Connor: the Last Assassin 1Chapter 1Connor: the Last Assassin 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wolf ran easily over the springy turf, ears sharply pointed forward. Alert and ready for an attack or the sight of prey. The large animal exuded strength and grace, and the lithe body bunched as he ran faster to the river with the casual ease of a wild canine.
The grey animal slowed when the trees thinned, trotting, his ears flickering as once again he gave ear to the sounds of birds and rodents. He saw a beaver chomping at a tree not far away and passed him by, his hunting instinct tightly controlled. A snake slithered away across the dry ground aware of his approach. It too he majestically ignored.
The river bank opened up at the edge of the tall conifers and green-leaved trees. The large scarcely breathing wolf stopped and sat on his haunches surveying the rushing water with his yellow eyes. He was calm, unruffled. Only a slight breeze stirred his fur sluggishly. He seemed to be looking for something, his large eyes intent. Some time passed before he finally saw what i
Altair: Madness of the BeastKerak, 1187 CEAltair: Madness of the Beast7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had fought like a beast. And so they had chained him like one.
The darkness was so absolute it seemed solid, hard enough to touch. Nothing penetrated its veil: no daylight for there were no windows to allow any, nor was there any torchlight for the door to the cell was solid wood, covered in rusted steel plates on both sides. The cell was made of large stone blocks, roughly squared but well fitted together with mortar. It was small in size, six feet from the back wall to the door and across from wall to wall: a square shape. A stone box. A strong cage. For an Eagle.
The prisoner shifted, chains clinking. The sound of metal moving was loud in the darkness. As grating as the regular heartbeat reverberating in the room. How could no one hear it outside? Since hed been thrown here two weeks had it been that long? Hed lost track of time down here in this dank damp slime covered box of a room ago he had hardly seen anyone, least of all the man who&
Settling DownWhen Ezio entered the Palazzo della Seta, everyone greeted him with cheering. "You did it, Ezio!" Antonio said, approaching him. Soon, Ezio found himself sitting between Antonio's thieves, laughing, holding a large cup of wine. Someone had even thought of inviting the girls of the nearby brothel over.Settling Down5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been two weeks since Ezio's return from Rome and the message of his success had reached Venice days before he himself found the time to come here.
Just as all of them were laughing at a story one of the thieves had told, Ezio noticed Rosa leaning to the wall not far away from him. She wasn't laughing and she stood there alone. It had been three years since he'd last seen her and with the whole celebration, he hadn't had the chance to talk to her longer than to say hello. He rose and walked up to her. She noticed him approaching. "Enjoying your party, Messer?" she asked with a crooked smile. "Sure", he responded and started to play around with the green neckerchief she always