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.
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
If OnlyCaribbean SeaIf Only2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I always wondered what life might have been like had she and I stayed together. How is she by the way?"
Those last two words replayed in Haytham Kenway's mind over and over again as he laid below the deck of the Aquila. The image of the beautiful Ziio trapped in her village and being burned alive began to haunt him. If only he had been there to stop Lee from setting flame to the Mohawk village; then she would still be alive and perhaps things would have turned out differently for him, Ziio, and Connor. Maybe, he would have even stayed with them, and taken up his position as a father. But that could never happen now.
Haytham closed his eyes and envisioned a young Connor playing in the town, while him and Ziio held hands and smiled as they watched their son.
"Damn you, Lee," The Templar muttered under his breath.
When Connor had told Haytham what had become of his love, for the slightest of seconds, a rush of loathing raged through him. He hat
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.
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.
Connor: Family and Freedom 3“Enough,” Connor said striding into the hold of the ship where Church had holed up. “We came here for a reason.”Connor: Family and Freedom 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Different reasons it seems,” his father growled, his bloodied fist hitting the supine man once more. Haytham got up, his anger clear on his face. Church’s face was a disaster: his lips had been split open by the force of Haytham’s blows, his betrayal having stung the Grand Master on a personal level. And like a cobra Haytham had struck back fast and furiously, unleashing his pent up anger at his misfortunes on the man who had betrayed him.
Connor knelt by the gasping man and laid one hand on his chest. He felt contempt for the traitor. Church had betrayed his ideals, albeit they were Templar ideals. But even worse than being a traitor, Church was a cowardly thief who’d stolen supplies that belonged to those who fought for freedom and justice, who paid with their lives so that their children might one day live free of tyr
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
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
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…
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
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
Ready for the Hunt_ AC3 Poem of ConnorReady for the Hunt_ AC3 Poem of Connor3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon is set,
Flames of the fire grow dim,
The Cry of wolves being to howl,
Through the misty cold woods,
It is time for the ultimate hunt,
The enemy is near,
I grab my axe and bow,
And set off towards my enemy's lair.
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
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
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
Edward (Connor x Reader) Part 10"So, basically, you have to throw it far into the lake to get the best fish." Edward instructed. He grabbed your wrist and forced you to throw the bobber.Edward (Connor x Reader) Part 102 years ago in Romance More Like This
"So, the more force is more likely to catch the fish. Interesting." You grinned. He smiled. It didn't really make sense, but okay.
Edward was a stocky man. Black hair and blue eyes. A muscular man. He was gentleman, but you didn't like them like all the other women at the Homestead. You preferred your Connor. The women at Homestead fanned themselves when they saw them.
"You know...why do you follow that man around all the time?" He asked, helping you up. You smiled in thanks while you cleaned up your supplies. He was talking about Connor.
"I don't know. He is just really nice to be around." You shrugged. He nodded.
"He's a murderer." Edward blurted out. You spun around and glared at him. No one said that. Ever.
"No he isn't! He's man that respects people." You growled. Generally you weren't a very protective person, but when it came
Ezio Auditore Di FirenzeIt had happened again.Ezio Auditore Di Firenze6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ezio rubbed his face irritably, feeling the hopelessness that had been growing in him for years finally overtake him.
He splashed water on his face, gasping at its coldness, slowly rubbing it in to the skin, then looked up into the mirror over the washbasin.
The face of his dreams he sighed. Well yes of course it would be! was staring out at him. The same scar on the lip, the same fuzz over the mouth, same black stare. The face of his ancestor. The implacable face of the white robed Assassin whose life hed read and re read constantly since he had been old enough to understand words and their meaning. He knew it by heart at this point. The Assassin had had a name.
Altair, Ezio spoke to his reflection, bitter, tight, not seeing the mirror or his bedroom anymore but instead the dream that was not quite the ones he was used to. There he had met the man he could have used for a shaving mirror, the man who many said he resembled so uncan
Assassin's Creed OC Blank TemplateAssassin's Creed OC Blank Template2 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.]
Fixing Ezio's BladeEzio knocked on the door and almost collapsed sideways into Leonardo when he answered it. The recently obtained codex page had been heavily guarded; he was dripping blood from several flesh wounds and he had been running from those bastards for well over an hour.Fixing Ezio's Blade5 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Florence was just so beautiful at night, he thought, panting heavily as he clutched at the stone floor of the workshop.
"...another one! Well done Ezio! ...Ezio?"
"Are you okay?"
"L-Leonardo, they, it was.."
"Hey, it's okay. Relax! I'll have it decoded within the hour," said Leonardo, helping him back to his feet.
"Th-thank you... I.." Ezio attempted to say, but he suddenly became lost in a cold, yet soft cloud, as dark as...nothing. As dark as a vast expanse of nothingness; and nothing was that dark.
FratelliFratelli: art trade with Cassie's-First-Step.Fratelli5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The beautiful Florence was an adventurous place. The city's heart was beating through by the successful efforts of artists, politicians and merchants, making it a profitable and influential hub within the advanced and modern country that was Italy. Its tales were wrought with beauty and knowledge, conspiracy and murder and many a free-spirited man wished to reside within the walls of this fascinating metropolis.
Still, to one little boy, all this splendor meant nothing. He did not care for the reputation of his city nor for the adventures that lay just beyond the gate. He knew his home well and his curiosity had often driven him to explore it. But right now, he was just content to sit in the courtyard of his father's palazzo, playing with his beloved toy soldiers without a worry in the world.
He was a very young child, barely eight years of age. Unbeknownst to him, his family, the Auditores, was one of the richest in Florence, mainly
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
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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 Thoughts5 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