Stronger than thisStronger than this4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
WARNING: This is not a pretty scene...there is blood and angst, so if you're not a fan of suffering, you may not want to read. But - underneath it all, it's something nice - honest. ^_~
"Anders Anders where are you?"
Cortland Hawke tried not to wince at the embarrassingly girlish edge to his own voice as he stepped gingerly over the corpses of dragons and darkspawn littering the tunnel through which he walked. He was the Champion of Kirkwall, damn it all, not some weak-hearted oh, Maker what did he just step in?
Pinching his lips together, Cortland scraped the bottom of his boot on a convenient patch of moss, gripped the handle of his dagger just a little tighter, and continued into the murky darkness.
Truth be told, he was getting anxious. Unlike the mage he was following, Cortland had no warden senses to tingle and alert him to darkspawn presence. Maybe coming in here alone hadn't been the wisest move, but he had been acting on reflex.
By the time they'd
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 elseAlone5 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
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
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
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.22 years 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.
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
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
AC: Scent"Novice! Insufferable fool of an idiot, son of an ass!"AC: Scent4 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
---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."
Fulmine15 May 1466, SpringFulmine1 year 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
Dreamlike CalamitiesDreamlike Calamities: art trade with Cassie's-First-Step.Dreamlike Calamities5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What is this place?"
That was all that flashed through Ezio's head as he looked around the strange garden that stretched out in front of him. The place was huge, and small tables and pillows were scattered everywhere. The garden seemed to consist of a few levels, each covered with a thick layer of lush grass and several marble pillars stood at the sides like silent white giants, as the sight consisted of nothing but endless hills and valleys.
It looked completely different from the gardens he had seen in his hometown of Florence or even Venice or Rome. Gardens there were very well-maintained and sterile, but this one had a sort of savage beauty about it. It looked much like the Arabian gardens he had seen on illustrations. It was strange, very strange.
Yet Ezio did not think about this for long, for soon his eyes were drawn towards the many entities that walked around in it. Beautiful, dark-skinned women, wea
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
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
AC: RainThe rain was in his bones. Malik always complained softly before a storm. Altair dealt with it silently, waiting until the dai rolled up his maps and deemed it too humid for the ink to cure properly.AC: Rain4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ever vigilant - when he wasn't stone dead asleep - Altair waited, watched. From beneath his hood he watched booted feet traipse past him, pausing at a shelf to drop off vellum and parchment, then continue into an adjoining room. Not a word was directed at him, where he sat, still and silent, against the far wall past the fountain outside of Malik's office.
The patter of rain as Altair waited filled the patient silence in the room and in his mind. He knew the city's stillness - Jerusalem, silently reverent of the water sent from the west. The assassin lifted himself to his feet after a moment of reflection, and made his way into the other room. The need for being near to the other man overruled the option of getting drenched.
Malik was on his side, back facing his approach. The rain had cha
I am the One_AC PoemsI am the One_AC Poems3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am the one who seeks Knowledge,
Hidden within these ancient relics,
Treasures of uncontrollable Power.
I am the one who seeks Leadership,
Guide the truehearted warriors,
To Fight off the evil within our World.
I am the Mentor.
I am the one who seeks Vengeance,
For the deaths of my family,
And the Lives of the Innocent.
I am the one who seeks for the Truth,
To know my enemy's plans,
In order to Stop their sinful Conspiracy.
I am the Messenger.
I am the one who seeks for Justice,
Fighting for what is right,
To gain Victory from my foe's defeat.
I am the one who seeks for Freedom,
Encounter endless battles,
To bring Peace for all people of the Nation.
I am the Warrior.
I am the one who seeks for Guidance,
To uncover the past,
From my Ancestors before me.
I am the one who seeks for Courage,
Fight through the struggles,
In order to Save the Future from Disaster.
I am the Chosen One.
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
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
Oranges (Altmal)"I really like fruit, Malik."Oranges (Altmal)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'm aware of that, novice."
"Oh? How did you know?"
"Well, seeing as you just foolishly spent all your money on a large basket of oranges—the most expensive food sold in the city, no less—and are now sitting in the middle of my bureau, peeling and eating them with your hidden blades; that certainly sheds some light on your stupid interests, you damned fool."
"Oh, Malik, do not be like that. See, it tastes delicious."
"You have just eaten five nearly whole. I can tell. Also, you are now destitute."
"I haven't the slightest idea how in Allah's name you ever became a master assassin."
"I became a master assassin for a good reason, you know."
"And what would that be? Enlighten me, novice."
"I mastered the skill of assassination."
"… your idiocy astounds me."
"That is certainly more than could be said about you, Malik. Come, sit beside me and enjoy an orange."
"Absolutely not. Unlike you, I have many hours of work to toil over.
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
The Assassin's Lullaby - Altair x Sick!Reader Altair's dark eyes were glued to your form as you lay absolutely still in bed. The Assassin chewed his lower lip nervously as he paced back and forth across the room, his eyes not leaving you for a second. He could infiltrate any stronghold, slip past any trap or guard post. He could escape from anyone and there wasn't a soul in the land that could survive him, if he so chose to end that someone's life. He could strike from anywhere and everywhere, and his attacks landed without fail. He was a highly trained killer, blessed with skills that seemed almost superhuman.The Assassin's Lullaby - Altair x Sick!Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
However, for all Altair's abilities, he could not figure out a way to make you, his beloved wife, get better. You had fallen ill a few days ago, and Altair had never been so worried in all of his life.
He walked silently back to your side and crouched down beside you, lightly touching the back of his hand to your cheek in an almost clumsy ma
Winter Wonderland"Dio mio, Ezio! If you continue nodding off like that, you'll end up in the fire! Please, get some rest!"Winter Wonderland4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ezio blinked, as he lifted his head. He mulled over Leonardo's words for a moment, before realizing that his forehead was rather warm. With a groan, he sat up straight and held his hands out to the fireplace, "I'm fine, Leonardo. I'm not that tired yet "
It was late at night in Venice, as Ezio sat by the fireplace in Leonardo's workshop. After a long day of assassinations and being chased around by the city guards, he was more than happy to return. What made the day even more tiring, was that it was the winter season. The days were cold, and the nights were even colder. Needless to say, after running about all day with almost no break, the warmth of Leonardo's workshop was like heaven.
Ezio was stripped of his armor and was now clad in a simple shirt and pants. But now the assassin's exhaustion was catching up to him. Despite Leonardo's warning, Ezio remaine
Steve x reader: Gentleman Part 3 (Final)“We can’t get in there,” the worker told Fury.Steve x reader: Gentleman Part 3 (Final)2 years 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