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Log of a doctorJune 21, 1468.Log of a doctor by iguanablogger
The doctor was just screwing the top back on his prized jar of leeches when the yelps became audible.
"Ow, ow, ow!" The voice of a young boy cried out in pain, "Stop, Federico! It hurts too much!"
"Well how do you expect it to heal if you can't even get to the dottore?" An older child replied snappishly.
With worried curiosity, the black-robed man walked towards the two struggling siblings, noting their rich finery and well-groomed heads.
"Excuse me, bambini," His patient drone seemed out of place beside their grunts and gasps, "But is there anything I may do to assist you?"
"Yes, please!" The elder boy, a handsome child with auburn hair and hazel eyes, responded, "My brother and I were playing and he-well, he-he stumbled."
"Signore," He turned his head to acknowledge the smaller male, who whimpered pitifully at him, "if you are truly a doctor, you must fix my leg. The pain is unbearable!"
The doctor was silent. He bent down to the child's height and examined
Protector - GiovannixMariaAll Assassin's Creed II characters and references (c) UbisoftProtector - GiovannixMaria by Tae-Kwon-Do-Dragon
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It was a beautiful summer day in Italy, and even more so in Florence. Maria Auditore was one of many people who were currently enjoying the weather by making a trip to the market. It wasn't that she was in dire need of anything, but the day was much too inviting to spend it indoors.
Maria wandered through the throngs of people with no particular destination in mind. She enjoyed watching the masses and was glad to be out and about; the palazzo was feeling empty without Giovanni there. He was currently working at the Medici bank and wouldn't be expected home until late afternoon. Maria smiled softly to herself and her fingers reached up to brush the gold pendant that hung around her neck. It was Giovanni's engagement seal he had given her four years ago. The pendant was a flat oval shape with a brilliantly cut ruby set in the center. On the backside, the Auditore coat of
Milky BlueMilky BlueMilky Blue by RandomStarvingArtist
Ezio Auditore stood outside of a small looking building, inwardly groaning at the thought of actually having to work. His father had finally become so fed up with all of his troublemaking that he had told the young man to either get a job or stay at home with him. The Florentine noble chose the first option; at least this way he could get out of his house and perhaps goof off every once in awhile. He had originally wanted to pick out his new job, but before he could even begin to go around the city, asking people if they needed an extra assistant or something, his mother had gotten him a job working as an errand boy of some sorts for an artist that lived all the way across the city. The brunette showed his obvious displeasure to his new employment by not showing up the first day, but when his mother had found out that he was gallivanting around town with Federico, all hell broke loose. There was screaming, arguing, yelli
Paper VillainsPaper Villains by MissLunaRose
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Do you remember the Big Bad Wolf? He destroyed the Three Little Pigs' houses and ate them (or only chased them, depending on the rendition). He ran to Little Red Riding Hood's home and devoured her grandmother. The Big Bad Wolf appears in countless fairy tales to eat and terrorize the general populace.
In many children's stories, the Big Bad Wolf is symbolic for the negative consequences that can follow bad choices. Two of the Three Little Pigs failed to work hard on their houses, allowing the wolf to blow them over with his tremendous breath. Littl
Hi, I'm Arabic, Son Of: A ManualHow "Ibn", "Bint", "Abu", "Um" and "Al" are used in Arabic culture.Hi, I'm Arabic, Son Of: A Manual by LadyVe
As most people know, I'm a fan of the Assassin's Creed series. I have been since the first game came out and though I have my issues with the franchise, especially the last two less than satisfactory titles, I'd still consider myself a loyal follower. Still, there is one flaw that I shall never be able to forgive Ubisoft for and that is its atrocious use of Arabic "surnames" in the 12th-13th century, the time in which the story takes place.
A protagonist who is called Ibn La'ahad or "Son of None" while his father's name is known? His children and wife are also called that way? Two brothers who are both called "Al-Sayf"? A man who is named Abbas Sofian? Did anyone actually bother to wonder if the Arabic usage of "surnames" might be different from Westerners, especially during that time?
Around the time of Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood, the folks from Ubisoft once proudly stated in Xbox 360 Ma
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Ezio x reader: 'Ezio baby'Ezio x reader: 'Ezio baby'Ezio x reader: 'Ezio baby' by PandaNotes
You paced the room waiting for Ezio, he should be back soon. Even though you had only been in this strange time for a year, Ezio had become so close to you. It was the 24th of December, you really wanted your love back for Christmas, Mario assured you he would be, but you were not convinced. Feeling so glum you started to sing an good old Christmas song, well, with a touch of Ezio....
"Ezio baby, slip a sash under the tree for me!
I've been an awful good girl.
Ezio baby, so hurry through the window tonight.
Ezio baby, a pair of assassins robes too, light blue.
Well I'll wait up for you dear.
Ezio baby, so hurry though the window tonight, yeah.
Think of all the fun I've missed,
think of all the boys I haven't kissed.
Next year I could, be just a good,
if you check off my Christmas list.
Ezio baby, I want a sword, arrows and what not and really that's not alot.
I've been an angel all year.
Ezio baby, so hurry through the window tonight.
Ezio honey, there's one
Auditore Feathers"Madre?" I rapped lightly on the bedroom door. It was already ajar when I did, so it swung open slightly with a creak.Auditore Feathers by Moonsp1r1t
The scene before me did not surprise me in the slightest. My mother was kneeling before her bed, her hands clasped before her and her head bowed as if in prayer, but her eyes were open and staring, unseeing, at a small pile of white eagle feathers in front of her. I strode over and looked at the feathers with her for a moment before crouching down next to her. My eyes rested on another plate of uneaten food that my sister, Claudia, had left for her. I sighed; she didn't eat anything unless someone, usually Claudia, was actively feeding it to her.
"Madre, I part for Rome soon." I said, looking at her face.
She did not reply. She just continued to stare at the feathers before her, her brown eyes glazed. She didn't even acknowledge my presence; it was like I wasn't even there. I frowned, wondering if I should continue. It wasn't like she was going to respond
The Switch- Chapter 13Altaïr's POV:The Switch- Chapter 13 by Moonsp1r1t
The next thing I knew, I found myself in the Jerusalem Assassin Bureau. For a moment I was dazed; was it real? Was he really back? Or was it all fake?
It looks real. I thought, frowning at the walls.
It looks so much more vivid on real life, than it does in the Animus. I remembered Desmond's words. Of course, I had no point of reference for what it looked like in side that machine, other than that strange blue and gray landscape I had been in moments before with Desmond.
I hesitated for a moment before calling out. "Malik?"
There was an audible groan from the other room. I resisted a grin before walking into the office area.
Malik, as always, was bent over a map, quill pen in hand, a paper weight sitting on the map's corner. The incense burner was sitting on the edge of the desk, the faint aroma of sandalwood emanating from the smoke spiraling above it.
In spite if myself, I was thrilled. I was home. I was back in 1191. Nothing, not even the unim
I am sorryMalik's sword pointed at Altair. “What..what are you doing, Malik?” Altair asked confused. “There was a time, when I thought that you have changed. But after what you have done now...This must have an end!” The one-armed man came closer and Altair stumbled back. One step closer, one more step back. The rafiq's eyes were glowing insane. Altairs face became as white as chalk, when he realized where his once-best-friend was leading him to. Now the platform from where he performed his lea of faith during Roberts attack was right behind him. “Malik..please, let me..” “Shut up, Novice!” the man growled angrily. There was no hay below, they both knew it. Altair had three choices: Being killed by Maliks sword, being killed by the impact with the rock or jumping into the river and drown. “So be it, Malik. I just wanted to apologize. And I deserve death.” He looked down and jumped bakwards. Malik gasped and ran after him. His shout wasI am sorry by Flammensturm2
The Switch- Chapter 11Desmond's POV:The Switch- Chapter 11 by Moonsp1r1t
I had officially been in ancient Jerusalem for about ten days, and I was just about ready to give up hope of ever getting back to 2012. Still, it had started to become my routine to leave the Bureau every morning, although I seriously doubted I would see anything.
If I was stuck here, and Altaïr was still gone, I wondered how we would explain his disappearance. Maybe Malik could say he died from his injuries, or something? But how would that explain my appearance? Maybe I could pretend to be Altaïr? I doubted that it would work for long, but we look similar, and when I had made an attempt to speak Arabic yesterday, Malik said that I sound like him, right down to the infliction and the emphasis on certain syllables. Then he told me to stop talking because I sounded stupid.
I am just about to head back to the Bureau when I see a beggar woman making a beeline for me. Automatically I turn and make an attempt to leave, but not before I see nucleotides, consis
My name is Shaun...My name is Shaun Hastings, and I am an Assassin.My name is Shaun... by Atlantima
Although I must admit it still seems a bit odd to describe myself as such.
By the way that's "Assassin" with a capital A. The proper noun.
Didn't know it could be a proper noun, did you? I certainly didn't think it had been used as such for centuries. The Nizari Ismaili group designated as "Hashshāshīn" were supposed to have been exterminated by the dawn of the thirteen-hundreds.
But then again, Abstergo Industries was supposed to be a normal tech conglomerate, not a front for madmen bent on world domination. I don't even remember anymore why I decided to go poking around in their business in the first place. Call it fate or destiny if you believe in such things, but the loonier side of me, the slightly anarchist side that goes by "Guy Fawkes" online, did some detective work, banged together a PDF and posted it on WikiLeaks since I didn't know what else to do with it.
Really, knowing the things in that PDF, what else should I h
My name is Desmond...My name is Desmond Wilson. And I am a bartender.My name is Desmond... by Atlantima
Well, I used to be a bartender. They've probably fired me by now 'cuz I haven't shown up for work in a couple of months. No, scratch that "probably". I'm definitely fired by now.
Not that it matters. Not like I'll ever be able to go back.
What would I even do if I went back? Who knows what's happened to my apartment and all my stuff? Man, I hope Reggie's okay. Hope those bastards didn't try to abduct him too. He doesn't have any information on where I went after my escape, but they don't know that. They might think I'm still in touch with him somehow, 'cuz he was pretty much my only friend.
Oh, Reggie's my roommate. The lease is in his name 'cuz I don't have any social security number or birth certificate or anything. Was pretty hard finding a place that'd hire me without a social. If you don't have one of those, it's like you don't even exist.
But I exist all right. It's a good thing I exist, because apparently the fate of the whole god
Never Knew I Needed Chapter 12 - AltairXConnorNever Knew I NeededNever Knew I Needed Chapter 12 - AltairXConnor by Hetsez
Achilles had passed away.
Peacefully, while he was sleeping. He hadn't felt any pain.
As was his last wish, Altaïr had buried him on the hill, next to his parents. All the people from the village had been there, like at Kadar's funeral. Everyone, except Connor.
He was still out, God knows where.
But before passing away, Achilles had told Altaïr he was worried about him. He didn't tell Altaïr what the American assassin was up to, though.
So here Altaïr was, riding through the large forest, trying to find the other master assassin.
He patted the blonde horse on its neck as he let it slow down. He noticed how tired it was because the horse immediately let its head hang down. Altaïr had been riding around for hours, trying to find trails or rumors on where Connor could be.
But he found nothing.
Altaïr sighed and combed the horse's manes with his fingers. He returned to the Homestead and figured he might as well help the
Forget-Me-Not Part 3 of 3Please Read Author's Comments Before reading. Thank you.Forget-Me-Not Part 3 of 3 by StupidAngel
A jolt of surprise bolted through his body as he opened his eyes fiercely with a gasp. His head turned to look into the blond woman's face, almost as if he was not expecting to see it. Actually, he was not expecting to see her at all.
She rolled her eyes a bit, "Who else would it be?" she seemed a bit annoyed today, but there was more worry in her voice than irritation, "You've been sleeping quite oddly since yesterday afternoon. Is everything alright?" She then stopped, and stared to the tear stains on his face, "Desmond? Have have you been crying?"
He held his head as he slowly sat up, feeling the wet streaks on his cheeks, and quickly wiping them away. There was a heavy a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Desmond had forgotten, the whole thing was just a dream, a result of too much exposure from the Animus. The realization that everything, all of it, Malik and him together,
Connor finds something interestingConnor finds something interesting by kagomeandsesshomaru9
I let out a sigh as I get home from a very tiring day of school with my friend Ally following. We head up to my room. “Today sucked.” said Ally. I groaned and stuffed my face into my pillow. I looked to her.
“Tell me how we had a test in every single one of our classes and I didn't know.” Ally shrugged her shoulders to me but then smiled evilly.
“Hey, I have something to give you.” I raised a brow and sat up as she dug in her backpack. “What is it?” She pulled out a magazine and hand it to me, my face turning crimson red as I see the cover of it.
“What the fuck Ally?!” She fell to the floor laughing her head off at my reaction.
“Ally this isn't funny! Why the hell would you give me a porno magazine?!” I drop it on my bed as I looked at her with embarrassed and angry eyes. After a few minutes she calmed down and smiled at me. “Oh come on, even you have sexual desires Emily. Plus maybe you can buy
The best Mohito I ever had - Desmond x readerComplete disaster. Losing job in this crucial finance moment felt just the same way as if some really detestable person spitted on you with grin of victory.The best Mohito I ever had - Desmond x reader by Saenma
Then, what was it? Ah! Yes! You were thrown out of your apartment by this ‘lovely’ old hag, because you were not paying your bloody rent!
Every single money that you got, went for your younger brother heart operation. You would have never really regret your decision, and even standing here, in the middle of crowded street with one, simple bag with your all belongings, you felt proud, because your decision helped your brother.
Hmph! Their venomous insults were like reward for your hard efforts to finally be able to pay prize for the operation in one of the most prestigious clinics.
You smiled to yourself, holding your luggage tightly.
‘I don’t care as long as he is getting better.’ You thought to yourself, and then at once reality hit you.
Some mad guy driving his car like a crazy, have drove
A Gun and A Red Cross (Chapter 2) "It's you again.." Spurs were always his favorite. When I mean him, I mean Clint Turner, a bounty hunter always after my neck. Clint always polished his spurs and pistols before heading off for a hunt, and I would know, because I've been his target for 3 years now. A game of cat and mouse, a never ending cycle.A Gun and A Red Cross (Chapter 2) by SilentHeart0
Three years ago my face was plastered everywhere, wanted signs with a $1,500 bounty for me alive, $1,000 dead. Clint was a very determined man, making it hard for me to make myself "disappear". Always asking locals if they've seen a "strange man in a trench coat, always wearing a hood that pities slaves and adores children". I was not a favored man in the south, so I made my way out west, taking on missions and small jobs to make my way up to creating an assassins guild out in the wild frontier. Hopefully by then, this annoying man would have finally given up.
"You really are a hard man to find, Derrik. I've been looking everywhere on this territory to find you." Clint said smoo
EzioxReader ~Fourth wall? What Fourth Wall?~Lesson 2 ~Free run~EzioxReader ~Fourth wall? What Fourth Wall?~ by FictionalxReader
After the message faded away from the air you had to wait what seemed an eternity to you, it were at least 10 minutes that you spend running around chasing the twinkling lines in the air until being out of breath, you were waiting lying down in the floor when the familiar tremble came in.
-Finally! –You shouted, the room of the animus vanished and became the vivid landscape of the countryside, you were back, your mates already in formation waiting for you to join, Ezio was in there as well waiting for you to come along.
-I’m happy to see all the improvement you have made. –He looked at you specifically as his words escaped from his mouth, his lips curving into a gentle smile. –Now that you have mastered how to reach your target being unseen, you need to learn how to do it in movement. –His gentle expression faded as he turned to look the other novices, he was giving you a special treatment, an internal sc
EzioxReader ~Fourth Wall? What Fourth Wall?~Lesson 1 ~Blend in~EzioxReader ~Fourth Wall? What Fourth Wall?~ by FictionalxReader
In the tailor the men attended you very kindly and quickly, it took only a few seconds to be fully dressed with some very simple White robes, actually they kind of materialized on you and after having paid the service you ran back to Isola Tiberina in which Maquiavelli was already waiting for you in the front door.
-I see you are ready now. –He said giving a few steps closer to you without looking away from the clothing. –I sent other novices to do the same, they will join us shortly. –You nodded and Both of you waited no more than 5 seconds before other 3 persons appeared literally from the air, there were two women that looked exactly the same and a man, all of you wearing the exactly same robes, it seemed that in here there was no individuality. –Follow me I will guide you to the training camps in the countryside. – You nodded instantly but then remembered that you were in the central district,
DamascusRafiq and Altair"Come on out," the man called with a hint of a smile on his lips, "I swear I won't laugh" his friend grumbled moodily from the bathroom.DamascusRafiq and Altair by CravatsandPsychos
"No. I'm not doing this," his tone was firm, as if he would not be moved to any other decision.
"Altair," the man whined, "you swore to me you would do this" there was a moment of silence.
"You get me drunk on purpose, Labib, just so that I will agree to foolish things like this" Labib tried to convey innocence through the door.
"What? Me? I would never," but he couldn't help himself; he laughed. "Alright, so maybe I do manipulate you a little, but when have I ever done something truly cruel?" the sound of Altair growling could be heard and he almost shuddered at the thick feeling of hostility floating from the bathroom in waves.
"This. This is cruel; what you're making me do right now," his friend almost pouted, but refrained; men were not supposed to pout. He leaned against the firmly shut and locked door with a sigh, waving his hand about as he loo
AC2-- Awkward RewardsThe day had started out simple enough. Federico Auditore had challenged Vieri di Pazzi to a race. It happened every so often; usually it was Ezio that challenged him, not his older brother, but a race was a race, and Vieri was determined not to lose to someone like him.AC2-- Awkward Rewards by KaruLeonnese
The race had one condition. The loser had to do anything the winner wished of him. Vieri was happy with the terms, thinking of all the embarrassing things he could get Federico to do when he lost. The oldest Auditore was known for his lazy nature, if would be an easy win. He didn't even lend any thought of what could happen to him if Federico should somehow win.
This was exactly why he found himself hidden away in the stable, cursing every Auditore that had ever walked the planet. Federico was having a ball, draped over the stable's railing, listening to the other go on.
"How could you have beaten me? I haven't even seen you out one day this month running!" the shorter man hissed, huddled up against the wall.
"I don't n
Ezio versus the MercenariesEzio versus the MercenariesEzio versus the Mercenaries by ShadowHachia
Well you're the real tough cookie with the long history
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me
That's O.K., lets see how you do it
Put up your dukes, lets get down to it!
The sky was clear and the streets were muggy and crowded, like usual. Children chased one another. Shouting at one another or screaming in excitement. Guards walked around with menacing glares and swords. A few had masks on their faces, marking them as high ranking soldiers. A few guards were on the roofs as well. They walked around, bored out of their minds, and completely oblivious as to the pair of men running behind them.
“That was easy!” A man laughed.
“You’re such a child sometimes, Yusuf.” Another sighed.
“Come on, Gil!” Yusuf joked.
The pair jumped over to another roof and stopped. Yusuf’s friend was about to make a retort when another man approached them.
“What are you two doing today?” A man said his Italian
Old Whispers Ch2"Invitation to Dance- It's a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom. But we'll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the Dark. Especially in the Dark. May I have the pleasure?" Stephen KingOld Whispers Ch2 by LiraLindale
Her cheeks flushed red as she sat up on her bed. Her temperature had dropped slightly, but that didn't mean that her fever was receding. Her brown locks covered her dark eyes as she looked with a sad expression outside the window, with evident longing to be outside despite the fact that it was raining heavily and that she was sick.
"But why can't I go outside Des?" She asked me with a moan.
"You're sick Lily, and dad said that until you were healthy again you shouldn't leave the bed" I explained as calmly as I could. I was bored. It had been raining almost non-stop since we had arrived here almost tw
Old Whispers - Prologue"What is a ghost? A terrible event, condemned to repeat itself again and again; an instant of pain perhaps, something dead that seems at times alive again, a feeling, suspended in time, like a blurry photograph, like an insect trapped in amber. A ghost that is what I am." The Devil's Backbone (2001)Old Whispers - Prologue by LiraLindale
Darkness enveloped the whole room, amplifying its already eerie atmosphere and making the small and picturesque statues seem like demons from the very pits of Tartarus. Faint crimson moonlight shone through the scarlet windows, filling the room with cruel symbolism. Mystery. Power. Elegance. Evil. Death. These all hovered with expectance around the room. I could feel death gripping my very soul, along with the fear that had accompanied me ever since I had first set foot in this house. Fear of the house. Fear of what would inevitably happen. Fear of the blood and evil that infested this accursed place. Fear of what could have been and would never be. Fear of deat
Connor's Creed part 4 I love the forest on the homestead. The sun trickling through the leaves on the trees, leaving dancing patterns of shadow and light on the ground. The wind swaying in the branches, the deer who are rarely aware of my presence. It's a place of peace, a place of tranquility.Connor's Creed part 4 by Phsbarbie
At least, it is most days. Today the air is full of the sounds of my betrothed's cursing.
"Son of a whore!" she explodes as the knife misses even the edge of the target by 6 inches.
I chuckle, the sound of it surprising myself. I can't help it really. The words coming out of her lovely mouth would put half of my initiates to shame. It's such a far cry from the Mahayla Waltson she's always trying to present, the one she meant for me to meet the first time I called on her.
I like her better this way.
Hayla hears me laugh and turns to me with a glare. I quickly mold my face into an expressionless mask, one that should b
Connor X Reader: First born.Connor X Reader: First born.Connor X Reader: First born. by PandaNotes
You sat on the porch of Denver house with Connor. A cool autumn breeze blew, making some dead leaves shuffle along the path leading to the house, the sun was just hidden behind the rain clouds, that would no doubt burst soon. A storm seemed to be on its way, or at least Connor had said so. Resting your head on his shoulder you smiled down at you belly. You had become pregnant with him only a few months after your marriage, and though it had been scary at first, Connor's kindness had soon put you at ease. You had worked with him as an assassin before you had married him. Having always planned to continue being a assassin, your new little addition, however, meant that was no longer your path. "I wonder if it shall be a boy or a girl." You muttered.
Connor stroked the bump gently. "I don't think it matters, so long as you and the child are safe and healthy." He looked to you, his dark eyes meeting yours.
"Agreed. And it looks like you were right about th
Connor x Reader I Will Look After YouConnor x Reader; I Will Look After You.Connor x Reader I Will Look After You by PandaNotes
You walked down the muddy track towards your home, it was a small farm building where you and your parents lived peacefully. The sky was a vibrant and clear, not a cloud in its vast blue perfection, the weather was very hot, the trees and leaves along the track seemed to drop and wilt from the heat. It had been weeks with no rain now, the plants were all in need of a drink, and though the sky was clear, father had said there would be a storm on the way.
As you drew nearer the smell of smoke became clearer and clearer. You started to hurry along, turning the corner to face your house on fire. The flames seeming to consume the place, roaring aggressively, you could almost taste the smoke. You felt overwhelmed with fear and panic. Red coats where there pouring oil onto the house. You heard your mothers screams from inside. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" You yelled at the red coats.
"Clearly burning this house down, is that a problem to you missy?"
Silent Night (ConnorxReader) Pt. 1 ~Remake~Silent Night (ConnorxReader) Pt. 1 ~Remake~ by Secretly-M
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You ran as fast as you could, wiping tears from your eyes. Only days ago your father and mother were killed, and the guards had done nothing to help. Gracefully you leaped into a tree, hopping from one to another until you found one that was comfortable. You started to cry. Memories of you and your father flooded your mind and tugged at your heart. It was in these very woods that he taught you everything you knew from hunting to climbing.
A weak laugh escaped your mouth as you thought about your mother who tried so hard to make you feminine. She never gave up, even when you started spending your days in the woods and coming back with ripped clothes. Every now and then, however, you wore a dress and walked around town with her just to make her happy.
"Do you need a place to stay?" A voice came from below you.
Your eyes trailed down to the person who spoke. He was tall and dark, with long brown hair.
Sleeping AssassinSleeping Assassin (AlexDes)Sleeping Assassin by Karymi
Alex ran to Desmond Miles who lay dead on the cold stone floor. Alex ran his hand across Desmond’s cheek, it was still warm, Alex cringed not from fear, and not from hate. His hand cringed on Desmond’s cheek feeling a moist spot. Desmond had cried before he had died. Alex didn’t know what to do. He could take the body, but having body of his partner would probably only bring grief and pain. Alex then moved to Desmond’s hand. “Jesus Christ, Desmond.”
The hand and forearm were burnt to a crisp. Alex picked Desmond hand up, it was hot, not from life, but from a hell Desmond had felt before death, Alex tried to intertwine his hand with the assassin, but to no use, the bones were melted together. Alex crumpled next to Desmond. His body was still warm, if only he could have found Desmond a little earlier. If he just could have found the team of Abstergo agents a little earlier, but no. Nothing ever worked out for Alex. Alex Merc
Sum of Memories: Chapter 10.Sum of Memories: Chapter 10. by ElvenWhiteMage
Chapter 10: Recollections.
“What is a man but the sum of his memories?
August 6, 1715.
“C’è afa.” Rhian Yates sighed as her brother, Cadell Yates, came to lean against the gunwale to her right. “Non mi piace.”
Cadell chuckled. Rhian did not know if he was amused by her statement or her low, gravelly “boy” voice. It took him a moment to reply; Rhian could see him making the mental switch from English to Italian.
“Non è malo, sì?” he countered. “C’è il sole, non fa più caldo, e non piove.”
Rhian shifted restlessly, glancing around at her unofficial watcher. Gregson, though his leg had been removed four days previous, was sitting on the deck, a loaded pistol across his lap, still-sharp eyes fixed upon the Yates siblings where they stood at the gunwale. Sighing, she turned her gaze back out to the ro
Sum of Memories: Chapter 9.Sum of Memories: Chapter 9. by ElvenWhiteMage
Chapter 9: Memories.
“I’m losing it. I think I’m really starting to lose it.”
July 30, 1715.
Fog. Fog, fog, foggity-fog. Fog, rolling and pitching, and heat, burning, and burning and burning. He was burning. From time to time, he thought he saw people he knew. His strong mother, one of the stubborn Cymry through and through, worn and tired after raising him and his three older sisters and his older two brothers and watching her other three babies die, but still ready with a smile at every turn. His solemn English father, a drunkard by evening who was always heavy-handed in every aspect of his life, willing to hit those who annoyed him, but a hard worker nonetheless who did his best to keep his large family from starving. He had died on his son’s seventeenth birthday, as he recalled. The first girl he had ever kissed, dark hair curling through his fingers and dark eyes twinkling. His beautiful, b
Sum of Memories: Chapter 8.Sum of Memories: Chapter 8. by ElvenWhiteMage
Chapter 8: Traitors.
"You should've learned, by now, not to fuck with me."
July 2, 1715.
As Rhian Yates was escorted across the gap between the Jackdaw and the H.M.S. Sophie alongside Estevan and the rest of the Spaniards, she kept her features carefully neutral. She refused to feel regret for what she had done, which was exactly what she had needed to do to survive. Beside her, Estevan and Juan laughed and joked about how Edward had collapsed in front of the entire crew and the boarding party. Rhian added her input when necessary. However, her overall mood was solemn, if not positively sour. If nothing else, she was more than unhappy to be back on a naval vessel.
She was in extreme danger.
If any of the crew decided to look too closely at her, they would likely recognize her for a woman. While she knew naval crews to be more disciplined than pirate crews, she had no doubts that at least one man would decide to risk
Ashtar-The Assassin Kapitel 2Aller Anfang ist schwerAshtar-The Assassin Kapitel 2 by Flammensturm2
Altaïr verschränkte die Arme vor der Brust: „Du? Ein Mädchen?“ Ihre Augen blitzten zornig auf: „Was spricht denn dagegen?“ „Du, du bist...ein Mädchen!“ „Nenn mir einen vernünftigen Grund!“ Altaïr musste sich eingestehen, dass er keinen hatte. „Außerdem ist es nicht an mir, diese Entscheidung zu treffen.“ Sie war hartnäckig, das musste man ihr lassen: „Ich werde sehen, was ich für dich tun kann. Aber mach dir keine Hoffnungen.“
„Ein Mädchen, Altaïr, ihr wisst, dass das nicht möglich ist.“ „Meister, wir könnten es doch wenigstens versuchen.“ „Ihr scheint sehr überzeugt von ihr zu sein, Altaïr...“ Das Gesicht des jungen Mannes lief rot an. Al Mualim strich sich nachdenklich über den Bart: „Ich kann kein Urteil fällen, ohne das Mädchen zu kennen
Assassin's Creed: Prestige Chapter FiveChapter 5: TraditionsAssassin's Creed: Prestige Chapter Five by sup3rsharpie
Date: 22 July 1909 (18 years old)
The humid summer heat encased Arman in its moist environment. He hurriedly hopped up the steps to Harry's house, grateful to have finally arrived after the dreadful walk. The young man knocked loudly on the wooden door, certain Harry would have heard it.
“Coming! Just a second!”, a muffled Houdini called from inside the building. Arman tapped an impatient foot.
“Harry, I'm going to melt out here!”, Arman complained. “Would you mind-”, Houdini suddenly swung open his door, interrupting him. He gestured for Arman to come inside.
“Thank you.”, he said, relieved. Harry shut the door behind them and clapped his hands together. A cheeky smile had stretched across his face. Arman knew what was coming next.
“So, have you decided yet?”, he asked. Arman placed his hands on his hips, his gaze briefly fixed upon the floor before slowly shifting up to Harry's eyes.
Gold is better than silverGold is better than silverGold is better than silver by starbreese
- an Assassin’s Creed Christmas present –
Edward Kenway x reader
“You’re an idiot, you know that?”you scolded to the assassin-pirate before you as you cleaned out the bloody cut on his arm. “Five against one aren’t the best odds in a fight. Especially not if you end up with what? Around twenty coins?”.
“Twenty-two.”Edward corrected you on which you rolled your (e/c) eyes. “Still not enough to risk your life for.”you remarked as you prepared a needle and thread. The cut on his arm was long and pretty deep. Stitches were needed. Luckily for a certain assassin-pirate you had enough skills thanks to your boring yet mandatory sessions of sewing with your mother when you were little.
“Auch!”the blond man who always seemed to flirt with danger whined the moment you pierced his skin with the needle. “Oh, don’t be a baby Edward.”you told him, your voice coated with an
Ade's Message: AU Assassin's Creed Black Flag 8 "Letter for you, Cap'n!" yells a boy, running up to the ship before we've even fully docked.Ade's Message: AU Assassin's Creed Black Flag 8 by Phsbarbie
I laugh good-naturedly. "Aye, lad, you could wait until we lower the gang plank."
"I was given 5 gold Reales to make sure you got this letter as soon as your feet left your ship," he says, out of breath.
5 gold Reales to a street urchin like this? Must seem like a fortune. More than enough to make sure the letter gets delivered. Must be important.
Instead of waiting for the plank I brace myself against the railing and launch over the side, landing on the dock. True to form, no sooner have my feet touched ground than the boy presses the letter into my hand.
I flip him another coin. "You've done your task well, lad. Take this with my thanks."
His eyes light up and he dashes away, not wanting to give me a chance to change my mind.
"Going soft on me,
Inversion: Part 2"I ent exactly a man."Inversion: Part 2 by Atlantima
At these Words, Edward jerked his head round to face the fellow, and queried, "How's that?"
He supposed certain Sodomites, soaked through with Levitical concerns as to the Morality of their Pleasures, might not consider themselves as True Men. He'd have thought James' Intellect to be above such daffy Rationalizations, though. Surely that Assassin's Creed was his only Doctrine.
"My Christian name," James said, a note of Irony in the words, "was given to me as Mary Read."
Realization dawned upon the Captain. That slight Build, those soft and elegant Features. The graceful manner of Motion, which Edward had attributed as some peculiar Effect of Assassin Training.
"You are a Woman then..." he held his voice down as other taverngoers passed by, knowing the keen Ears he addressed would have no Difficulty hearing, "...who has put on manly Guise to take up your chosen Calling."
Anne Bonny was the sole member of the Fairer Sex out of all Pirates he had seen or heard Tales
InversionEdward struggles with his feelings for James Kidd, who has another secret besides that whole Assassin thing.Inversion by Atlantima
Takes place some undetermined time late in the Black Flag storyline.
AU where Sequence 5/Memory 3 and Sequence 11/Memory 1 never happened.
Captain Kenway had tried to tell himself this was not unusual. They were both Pirates, manning the same ship; it was only natural that they feel a certain Kinship. The lives of Pirates meant they had to stick close, for any man you didn't have Complete Trust in was hardly worth trusting at all.
But it had gradually become clear to the Captain that he felt more than mere Kinship and Trust toward this particular Crewman. It was more obvious every time he saw those marvelous Locks dripping with sea spray. Every time he was struck dumb by Kidd's Preternatural Skill with that Assassin Blade. Every time he spoke with the young Man, who seemed Wise beyond his years. Every time he glanced u
EzioXReader: Diamond in the Rough FinalEzioXReader: Diamond in the Rough Final by neo-chan7
Locating the house was fairly simple, Annetta was waiting for them at the front door. She escorted them in, but when she opened the door, the inside looked more like a brothel then a house. Women were everywhere, dressed in revealing clothing and entertaining guests.
“I think we have the wrong building . . .” Ezio said, not expecting this.
“No, no this is it,” Annetta assured.
(y/n) noticed some of the women giving Ezio seductive looks, she gave them death glares to which they only giggled at. From the very back, the most beautiful woman came forward dressed in a red silk dress, she looked much like Annetta, which meant the she was most likely her sister.
“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Messer Ezio. Annetta speaks highly of you. I can see why,” she said.
“I appreciate the kind words Madonna . . . .?” Ezio said, pausing when he didn’t know her name.
“Ti prego, call me Paola,” she then turned her attentio
EzioXReader: Diamond in the Rough Part 1EzioXReader: Diamond in the Rough Part 1 by neo-chan7
“Get back here you little monello!!”
“Haha! Not a chance idiota!!”
The girl ran through the alleyways, trying to loose the two men that were on her tail. (y/n) had once again become bored and did something rather unusual to break her boredom. She had looked around the garbage and found some rotten tomatoes, then using her incredible climbing skills, scaled up a wall to the roof of a house. With the tomatoes, she waited for a vulnerable target, and when she found it, she hauled the tomatoes over and ledge and hit her mark. After that, she got what she wanted: a fun game of chase, only problem is if she really did get caught, she’d probably suffer a bit of a beating. But so far, she’s never been caught by man or guard, she was just simply too swift.
Back to her situation, she turned sharply at a corner and climbed up a ladder to the safety of the roof tops. (y/n) snickered as she watched the men just pass on by, not even bothering to look up the ladder
I Should Have Stayed In Bed Ch2Chapter 2: And then there was Much AnxietyI Should Have Stayed In Bed Ch2 by LittleBlackDragon
It seemed like days before sensation started pouring back into Seona's body. Her hands felt the touch of cool water. The sounds of waves came roaring into her ears. She slowly opened her eyes, a bright light searing into them like a laser. But then, things began to shift. It was if reality around her was beginning to settle in and take shape from a moment of instability.
Seona closed her eyes again, unable to deal with the light still streaming in. In a few short moments, she began to hear voices in a language that was familiar. However, she couldn't understand them. She felt the sudden brace of what felt like cold, hard rock beneath her. An array of aromas started filling her nostrils, almost overwhelming her.
She felt herself becoming oriented in space, realizing that she was now lying on her stomach. She rested for a moment or two, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. She wasn't falling now, and that was as good of a start a
I Should Have Stayed In Bed Ch1 AvatarofBahamut(LittleBlackDragon) PresentsI Should Have Stayed In Bed Ch1 by LittleBlackDragon
I Should Have Stayed in Bed
An Assassin's Creed 2 Fanfiction
Chapter 1: And It Was All in Good Fun
What Halloween could mean to a person often depended on how old they were and what part of their life they were in. As a child, one enjoyed dressing up as a cool cartoon character or mythical figure and impressing your friends. The adults gave you candy, more than any other time of the year. It was pretty much a time to be silly and wild and it was all in good fun.
Halloween for a college student, however, was very different, at least at this university. Halloween was an excuse to throw wild parties, dress up in seductive costumes, and basically get yourself
The Writing ProcessWhat is the Writing Process?The Writing Process by LaMonaca
Many of us learned that the writing process is made up of five parts: Pre-writing, Writing, Revision, Editing, and Publishing. Indeed, this process has been so ingrained, and the vocabulary and terms have become such a part of our education, that some students (and adults) feel as if writing is a formulaic, rigid thingnot unlike learning mathematicsthat they simply never excelled in. Fortunately, this simply isn't true. While the five basic steps of the writing process are effective, they can only be effective if the people using the process understand the purpose of each step.
Experience has shown that many students do not know the purpose of drafting beyond a certain, vague understanding that you're supposed to "correct" or "fix" something for each new draft. Its unfortunate, but its also been shown that students who are forced to Pre-Write in certain ways, even when they have been
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