ACR poem of EzioACR poem of Ezio3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From at the top of the tower,
Stands a mysterious man in a hood,
He watches the scenery,
Covered in icy, snow.
Winds grow stronger,
Snow becomes thicker,
The man still stands firm,
Though he is bitterly cold.
His hands are frozen,
Though, his face is unchanged,
He closes his eyes,
While taking a breath,
And He begins to fall,
Falling towards his inner goal.
Chilly Times Call For WarmthMalik woke up that morning, to find the Bureau freezing. The three blankets he had wrapped around himself didn't seem like they were enough, as he was curled up into a tight ball. How much did the temperature drop last night ? he thought, shivering as he sat up in bed. He knew that the winter season brought along low temperatures, but they usually weren't this cold. He sat there in bed for a moment, with the blankets wrapped around him, before finally willing himself to stand and get dressed into something warmer. Once dressed, Malik walked out of his room and, once he was in the main part of the Bureau, he realized why it was so cold.Chilly Times Call For Warmth4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Snow covered the ground outside. Peeking into the room with the cushions, he found that snow had fallen through the ceiling and had made a nice pile of it on the floor. As he went into the back room to get the broom, he could hear others outside. Most of what he heard were children voices, asking in wonderment what the 'white stuff' wa
Ezio x Modern!Reader Plot TwistYou hadn't ever expected this. When you signed up for the project with the local science facility they had told you nothing could go wrong. (f/n) had told you not do go for it, even though you needed the money. That it wasn't worth it. You really should have listened to them.Ezio x Modern!Reader Plot Twist2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You walked slowly down the path. Your (h/c) hair blowing faintly in the light breeze. You had no idea where you were or when you were for that matter. The area didn't seem very modern with the dirt trails. But what you really needed was a town. It had been hours since you had breakfast.
So caught up in your own thoughts you had been, you never noticed the stranger rushing up to you from behind. He brushed past quickly, knocking into your shoulder and sending you on to your rear.
The man, it had to be, stopped running as soon as he realized what he had done. His white clothes rustled as he walked back to you.
"Mi scusi, bella. Are you alright?" His tenor voice sounded above you. Your (e/c) eyes looked u
Novice....Malik awoke in the middle of the night. His arm, or what was left of his arm, was throbbing painfully as it did often after it had been injured. The amputated limb was normally quite painless during the day, but during the long, cold nights of Jerusalem, pain was frequent. And Malik was lucky to get a full night's sleep once and a while, if ever.Novice....4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blinking a few times so that his eyes could adjust to the dimness, he lightly tossed his blanket off and sat up from his bed of cushions. In the dark of his bedroom in the Bureau, the books that did not fit in his work room were piled high next to the walls while the rest of the room was decorated with soft carpets, potted plants, and pieces of parchment, quills and ink. Next to him hung his Bureau owner's robes as well as his boots and his weapons and armor. Even with an arm missing, he never forgot and left behind the memories of being a Master Assassin; nor those
AloneEagles flew alone. They were solitary creatures while in the sky. They ruled the skies. Their talons and power were meant to be respected and feared. They had no need for company. They relied on their solitude to survive. There was no need for anyone elseAlone4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If that's the case, then why do I feel so alone ?
Ezio stared out into the evening sky above Venice. It was a beautiful orange, with light purple clouds dotted here and there. The scenery was quite lovely, but at the moment Ezio couldn't observe it. High above the streets of Venice he sat, at first wanted just to clear his head. However, after a few moments of that, emotions took over that he had thought he buried a long time ago.
He rarely allowed his mind to wander to the time that everything got turned upside-down. When that single event changed him completely. That overwhelming sadness that occurred after seeing his brothers and father executed for something they didn't do. That feeling of being completely
Ezio x Modern!Reader Plot Twist p.2A year had past since your rather strange arrival into this world. Ezio had brought you home with him to the Villa where you met his uncle Mario. You had explained your situation to the older man and he happily took you into his home. Over the months you had taken up life productively in this time, training and exploring your new home. You had decided to train like an Assassin at the very least. At first it had just been for the protection, but as time went on it became a lovely excuse to spend time with your once rescuer.Ezio x Modern!Reader Plot Twist p.21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ezio had been lovely to you since you arrived. He took you everywhere and showed you his life. The more time you spent with him, the more you grew feelings for him. You knew it was silly, but he was so sweet to you that it was hard to help it.
“(y/n), bella, you there?” You heard his voice calling to you.
You blinked to clear your head and turned him. Meeting his golden eyes with your own (e/c) ones, you smiled.
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
Req. Meet Me in Heaven (Kadar x Reader)You grit your teeth. You could feel the hatred seeping into your bones.Req. Meet Me in Heaven (Kadar x Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
'How dare Abbas lie to me?!' You mentally roared. He told you that there was a assassin marketer waiting for novices like you to purchase a dagger or sword. He even claimed that Al Mualim confirmed it!
For some odd reasons, you believe the blasted man! Due to him, you were racing across Masayf, trying to let loose the pissed off vendor.
To explain how he had gotten mad, you had walked up to his cart and said that you'd like to purchase a blade with a discount since Abbas said that he was a supporter of the assassins.
"You dare play me as a fool, girl?" The vendor cried out. You had protested that, no, he wasn't a fool, but Abbas he said that he was an assassin supporter. He wasn't amused.
"I would never side with a group so ill and violent!" He huffed, delicately grabbing a small dagger.
That was when you decided to grab your things and go. Good thing all you had to carry was your sorry bum.
"I heard th
---RELIGIONS OF ASSASSIN'S CREED---Altairism---RELIGIONS OF ASSASSIN'S CREED---3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Altairism is the love of an arrogant, grumpy Assassin who needs to get laid."
"Ezioism is the love of a hot, flirtatious Italian Assassin. "
"Desmondology is the study of all that is Desmond."
"Kadarism is the love of a young Journeyman Assassin who died simply to fuck up emotions."
"Leonardoism is the love of an easily excited inventor who has problems with the concept of personal space."
"Malikism is the love of a one-armed Bureau Leader with a sassy attitude. "
"Shaunism is the love of an angry British man who has problems with third-world countries."
"Clayology is the study of the only Assassin who felt that the walls of Abstergo looked better painted blood red."
"Yusufism is the love for an Assassin who enjoys trolling the others, no matter who it may be."
7 Minutes in Heaven- White TulipEZIO-7 Minutes in Heaven- White Tulip2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
...A white tulip.
At first you had thought the lovely flower was for the Netherlands, but then you remembered he wasn’t here. You held the blossom a little higher.
“Yo dudes! (y/n) got the tulip!” Alfred shouted to assist you. You blushed lightly, a thing that only increased as you glanced at the man who was now walking over to you. It was one of the strangers Alfred had mentioned earlier. His white outfit fit him nicely, accenting his tanned skin. He took his hood off as he approached you. As he did his golden eyes met your (e/c) ones.
“Ciao bella, I am Ezio Auditore da Firenze.” He grasped your hand and kissed it. Figures he’s Italian.
“Ciao Ezio. Now andiamo.” You said using what little Italian you remember learning from Feliciano.
Ezio smirked and graciously led you into the closet; Alfred closed the door behind you.
“So I heard the basics of what we are expected to d
Fulmine15 May 1466, SpringFulmine10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Claudia hid her head under her pillow, brown tresses ruffled from constant tossing and turning.
Maria would have a fit in the morning with her daughter's hair, trying to brush and bind it back so it sat smooth against her head.
Poking her head out from under the pillow, she let out a soft yelp and hid again, thunder rumbling loudly in the sky, lightning flashing across her vision and illuminating the room she shared with little Petruccio.
She hated thunderstorms with a passion, was afraid of them to death.
She whined, a soft sound that was similar to a young pup and crawled out of bed, shuffling past her brother's bed as he himself slept soundly.
In a way, he was lucky. To be so young and not have any fears that required comfort.
Claudia opened the heavy wooden door on her own, grunting softly with the effort, grinning before jumping as the growling rumble of thunder met her ears again, sending her scurrying to her parents r
She's a Lady (Steve x Reader)A/N: Please read the DESCRIPTION box first, thanks!She's a Lady (Steve x Reader)9 months ago in Romance More Like This
She’s a Lady (Steve x Reader)
You woke up early enough to start making breakfast. You had wanted to do something special for your roommates especially now that you were all under one roof for at least for a couple of days until Thor had to leave for Asgard again and before you were all given assignments that would probably divide you into groups of two just like the last time.
After you showered, you had decided to wear a black tank top along with matching colored bike shorts and black flip flops. You were tying back your hair into a simple lose bun when you entered the large posh looking kitchen inside the tower. Flipping on the little red switch of the coffee maker it immediately began to heat and bubble as the scent of freshly brewed coffee slowly started filling the room.
“Good morning JARVIS!” you called as you pulled out ingredients here and there you were in need of for the pancakes,
:RQ:Ezio X Thief!Reader~Client:RQ:Ezio X Thief!Reader~Client1 year ago in Romance More Like This
[Y/N] sprinted across a red shingled rooftop as the pursuing guards let out screams of frustration at her amazing speed. An arrow whistled past centimeters from her thigh as she leaped to the next building.
To the young women's surprise, a group of guards started running at her head on. She smirked at the sight of action, and kept running towards the guards. [Y/N] can practically feel their eyes widen in surprise at the sudden act of bravery. When the distance between them was closer, the leading guard slashed out his sword horizontally in hopes of tearing her flesh. However, the women ducked and pulled out a small dagger of her own to swipe across the guard's neck. After dealing with the first guard, she hooked her ankle with another one and flipped him off the building. His screams of terror can be heard for a few seconds until you focused completely on the last guard that stood in front of you. He angrily lunged at you with his sword, but you easily side stepped and kicked h
AC: Scent"Novice! Insufferable fool of an idiot, son of an ass!"AC: Scent3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It is just one pot! Replaceable! Malik, don't you dare..."
Despite the situation, Altair was grinning. Malik had the worst temper sometimes, especially in the summer, when everyone was irritable and moody from the heat. Altair ducked a thrown paperweight, that hit the wall behind him with a dull crack.
"Malik, I will fetch you another bottle, it is not that terrible a situation! Calm. down." Altair easily caught Al-Sayf's wrist, the hand attached to it holding the said pot of ink that was victim to Altair's addle-minded action of leaving the top off. Flakes of black sprinkled across his tunic, forgotten in the attempt to calm the Dai down.
"You will buy me five pots of the finest India, in all the colors, with your own allowance, or I will never let you into my office again!" Malik was halfway done frothing, still glaring at Altair heatedly. The assassin chuckled, shaking his head.
"I will buy you what you wish. Just don't use th
Steve x Reader: Gentleman part 2After the little conversation with Steve, you hurried back to your room finding the door wide open with Natasha spread out across your bed. You stepped forward entering your room and glancing at the door then back at her, confusion written all over your face.Steve x Reader: Gentleman part 21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Picking the lock” She simply said, sitting up crossing her legs.
“Ugh, only if I had a bobby pin!” You said, mostly to yourself.
“So did you plan your revenge yet?” She asked you, raising one of her eyebrows.
“I wouldn’t call it revenge,” You air quoted the ‘revenge’ part, “It’s just… a plan, an evil one that will destroy his ego or might,” you said, walking towards her to sit down at the edge of the bed.
“Whatever floats your boat,” She stood up, “But I’m in, “She said, exiting the room.
---A few hours later----
I went back to my room to hide from those two. I knew that (y/n) was plan
The 4w5 Existential Crisis: Flaws and AllI've always been interested in personality tests. When I was about 15, I took the Myers-Briggs one and wound up with INFP. It really did describe me, but I felt like something was missing. I wondered if I really did fit the I (introversion), the N (intuitiveness), the F (feeling), and the P (perceiving).The 4w5 Existential Crisis: Flaws and All3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I loved my alone time and preferred smaller gatherings to huge groups of people, but I had no problem fitting in in a party setting and talking to people I didn't know... so was I really an introvert? And when it came to solving a problem, I would almost always try to use logic first. For example: "He's my best friend! We get along so well together! There's no way we can't make an awesome couple, too!" Then I'd get this kind of second-thought feeling, a "This doesn't feel right", and reevaluate the decision with my feeling centers. I figured Myers-Briggs didn't really go into that...
Being an INFP, a Healer, was kind of a "rose-colored glasses" view of my personality. I don't see mysel
Steve x Reader One shot : GentlemanIt was early in the morning as you thought so, when somebody knocked at your door. You groaned in response but got up from your bed to answer the door for who ever wanted to interrupt you from your sleep. You opened the door to reveal that no one was insight, but as you turned around to head back to your room...Steve x Reader One shot : Gentleman2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey (name)! Good morning to ya!," Clint said next to your wide open door.
"Oh God leave me alone Clint!I wanna sleep," You whined.
"No can do (name)," He gave you a devious smirk.
Oh God what is he planning?, You thought.
Every time Clint gave you a devious smirk, he was planning something and it wasn't good at all. It meant trouble.
As you about to enter you room to avoid his plan, Clint decided to lock your door leaving you there stunned. He knew that you didn't have your keys with you or anything else that you were be able to use to contact someone and the worst part was that you were in the middle of the hallway wearing an extra large (f/c) t-shirt that o
Tomahawks and Briefcases: Chapter 1Tomahawks and Briefcases: Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Connor rested his head against the truck window, watching the trees pass as blurs while the old Chevy rumbled along. His head vibrated against the window, causing his brain to rattle. He sat up straight again, facing forward. He peeked at the old woman driving the truck beside him. She could barely peer over the steering wheel because she was so hunched and small. He felt another wave of frustration come over him as he thought about why he was in the truck with his grandmother in the first place.
"Frustrated, Ratonhnhaké:ton?" she asked.
Connor knew she had a sixth sense now. There was no denying it.
"Perhaps," he said with a sigh.
She grinned sadly. "I was not happy about this at first either, but this is what your mother wanted. We can't go against her wishes."
Connor nodded, gulping down the now familiar lump in his throat that formed every time someone mentioned his mother. He felt like a bowling ball had settled in his stomach as well. It weighed down everything he did. "Wh
Steve x reader: Gentleman Part 3 (Final)“We can’t get in there,” the worker told Fury.Steve x reader: Gentleman Part 3 (Final)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Why not?” Fury asked glaring at the worker once again.
“(Name) locked the doors, the only way to see them is through the large window that shows the training room,” he said.
“Then what are we waiting for?” I asked.
~ Looking through the large window~
“Shit! This is pretty bad,” I said to Phil.
Phil just stared at the scene in front of him.
“This one is not bad at all, “Phil looked back at me,” So what did Clint do this time?”He asked casually.
“What do mean this is not bad?” Bruce asked Phil pointing at Clint half naked in a spinning wheel with knifes of different sizes stuck to it,” Because this is pretty bad to me,” He said then (name) threw another knife near Clint’s right leg, then he explained what Clint did to you.
“The worst I think was when (name) hanged Clint above a shark tank because he had cut her hair
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
Tomahawks and Briefcases: Chapter 2Tomahawks and Briefcases: Chapter 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Connor walked out onto the back porch the next morning, glancing at Ellie’s house before sitting down on the steps. He tapped his foot. For some reason, he couldn’t keep still. He pulled at the collar of his t-shirt, wondering if he looked silly as he waited for Ellie to come out. She had said to meet her on the back porch, but she wasn’t there. Maybe she had been joking?
The sound of a door opening chased his fears away. He stood up as Ellie walked out, dressed similarly to yesterday.
She stretched, grinning at him. “Ready?”
He hopped over the fences, following her to the front. She took off at a steady pace down the sidewalk and Connor easily stayed beside her. Connor loved to exercise, but hadn’t regularly for the past month or so. It was making him feel a bit restless.
He looked around in curiosity as he followed her down the sidewalk. Connor was so anxious about meeting his father the other day that he hadn’t really gotten a good look arou
A few words of Mohawk for Assassin's creed 3 fansA few Mohawk words for Assassin's creed 3 fans!A few words of Mohawk for Assassin's creed 3 fans3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Konoronhkwa = I love you
tsitsho = Fox
akweks = Eagle
Kwe = Hello
Nia:wen = Thank you
Onhka ni:se = Who are you?
I:i = Me
O:nen = Goodbye
Satahonhsatat = Listen
Ta:non = And
Tohsa sata:ti = Don't Talk
Tha'tesato:tat = Be quite
Ki:ken = This
Onhka ki:ken = Who is This
Ka'wahse = Where are you going?
Enwa:ton ken - May I?
Kwe Kwe. Skennenko:wa ken? = Hello. How are you?
Ianeratie' ken? = Is it going well?
Skennenko:wa = I'm fine
Skennenko:wa. Ok ni:se'? = I'm fine, and you?
Naho:ten iesa:iats? = what is YOUR name?
Naho:ten ronwa:iats? = what is HIS name?
Naho:ten iontatiats? = what is HER name?
Naho:ten ronwati:iats? = What is THEIR name?
Wa:ri iontiats. = My name is______
Ko:r ronwa:iats.= His name is______
Arisawe iontatiats = her name is _____
ronwati:iats = Their Name is _______
O:nen = Goodbye
Sa'nikonhraien:tas ken? = Do you understand?
Onhka thi? = Who's that?
Kanenna'ke:ne = Fall
Akohsera:ke = Winter
Kakwite:ne = Spring
Tomahawks and Briefcases: Chapter 3Tomahawks and Briefcases: Chapter 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Connor walked out of the bathroom, wiping some leftover toothpaste he missed from the corner of his mouth. Wiping his hand on his boxers, he began to make his way to his room. Just before he reached his room, the walls shook with a resounding thud. Another thud emanated from his father’s office, or whatever it was. Connor slowly crept forward, stepping lightly and silently.
He heard another thud and pressed his ear against the door.
“Bloody arsehole! Of course he would ask about my bleeding side!” he heard his father snarl as another ‘thud’ sounded.
“Shit!” his father suddenly cursed, voice filled with pain. Connor steeled a breath and gingerly knocked on the door.
“What?” Haytham snapped. His voice was strained.
“Are you all right?” Connor asked tentatively, already questioning his decision to interfere.
“Come in,” Haytham ordered.
Connor frowned. His father was definitely in pain; the order was forced
AltMal: Rainy MorningsAltaïr likes the rainy days, the mornings especially.AltMal: Rainy Mornings2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They allow him to stay in bed just a little longer, and there’s nothing quite like the steady sound of raindrops hitting the world outside, especially when combined with the steady breathing of the man next to him.
Altaïr always wakes up a little earlier on those rainy mornings; it’s almost like his subconsiousness hears it in his sleeping state and wakes him up, just so he can listen, just so he can stay awake a bit longer and just listen.
Altaïr is never as relaxed as during those prescious moments.
His days are filled with work, with training, with missions, with other people.
But the rainy mornings offers him peace for just a little while longer.
Offers him time with Malik for just a little while longer.
The name slips easily of his tongue, a loving caress he himself can barely hear over the steady sound of water from outside.
And yet Malik hears it.
Maybe the sound of his name com