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teecupangel · 4 months

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Altaïr: Wait, When did I get a cult?

Malik: Better question- where’d you get the kittens?!

Desmond: More important question- Why are we in Renaissance Italy!!

Ezio: ???

When Desmond accepted his death, he expected to die.

Did he believe in the afterlife?

Not really.

The Farm had never been religious and all those lessons about how the Templars used religion only served to make Desmond ignore it altogether.

Not because he was appalled by the Templars’ ways or because he didn’t believe in a higher being or something deep like that.

No.

He avoided religion because it was boring.

To be more exact, after hearing the same lessons about the connection of the Templars to religion, it became boring.

Just another reminder of his life on the Farm.

So no.

Desmond never thought about the afterlife.

He always assumed he would die and that would be it.

Kaput.

End of story.

Whatever disappointing story he had, anyway.

It might have been disappointing for someone like William Miles but it was a nice one for Desmond. His life in New York felt like a dream. It wasn’t always a happy dream but it was…

Nice.

It felt real.

He felt real.

So when he woke up in one of the Assassin Tombs in Italy, Desmond knew he was alive.

He felt real.

He had to alive.

Then he heard two more people slowly get up and Desmond wondered if this was the afterlife.

Why else would Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad and Malik Al-Sayf be waking up in the same place as him.

When he learned that they were in Renaissance Italy, his first thoughts had been about Ezio. He wanted to find him. He wanted to see him. To make sure he was okay.

He had woken up too late though. The same day as the execution of his father and brothers… in Venice of all places.

He could, theoretically, go to Monteriggioni and meet with Ezio there but… Altaïr and Malik weren’t fit to travel. Something was ‘strange’ about their body, like they weren’t use to it. And it wasn’t just because they had their left ring finger. Malik admitted he could feel the pain of losing his arm over and over again. Altaïr’s body would give up after a few minutes and he seemed to be moving through sheer willpower (or stubbornness… both, it was always both with him) so their priority was to find a secure hideout that wasn’t a tomb.

It took an entire day for Desmond to get enough funds to buy them a small house in Venice and a change of clothes (pretending to be a foreigner who wishes to learn from the great artists worked enough to make the tailor less suspicious… a bit). Desmond didn’t bother to hire any servants and focused on helping Altaïr and Malik get used to their new bodies.

They both remembered up to their deaths and that left countless scars inside them. Altaïr theorized that they need to get use to their new bodies because they had been used to their weakening old bodies. Their new bodies seemed to have been created with the idea of them in their prime.

Before the failure in the temple underneath Jerusalem…

By the time Ezio entered Venice, he had already heard about them. The strange three men who kept to themselves, assisting the thieves of Venice for a price.

Most of the time the price they ask for was information.

Sometimes, they would ask for an IOU, their way of saying the thieves owe them a favor. They mostly used those favors to get the thieves to distract certain guards or to be bait.

Ezio heard from Mario that he should make their acquaintances and greet them before doing any missions in Venice.

It was their turf after all.

He did not expect their home to be a warm one.

… with lots of cats.

Too many cats.

“Altaïr! Who is this?!”

Ezio stepped inside the open doorway that led to the inner courtyard where he heard the shouting. A man wearing simple white robes held a black cat by the armpits in his arms, glaring at another man who was sitting underneath the great tree in the middle of the courtyard. Four cats were sleeping around him and he was petting another cat that was curled on his lap absentmindedly.

“That one followed me yesterday. Ask Desmond what to name that one.” The man named Altaïr-

Wait.

Altaïr?

“Stop bringing more cats! We spend more for their food than we do for ours!”

“Hello?”

Ezio turned around to the sound of the voice behind him. He didn’t even notice him approaching Ezio from behind.

The man standing in front of him holding a small stack of books smiled at him as he said, “It’s nice to finally see you, Ezio.”

“My name Desmond Ibn-La'Ahad. Welcome to our bureau.”

#desmond altaïr and malik create a bureau by accident #the cats follow altaïr whenever he takes a walk #or stalks the rooftops #or help desmond with the grocery #anytime altaïr goes outside #cats follow him #desmond names the cats with names of people he knew #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #malik al sayf #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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sulfies · 1 month

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got any hcs for the boys in modern au?

Hmm 🤔

Desmond: would stay same, if Assassins etc stuff didnt exist, he would be a bartender that escaped an abusive home bc his dad was crazy about the world ending and him being the antichrist or saviour, so he would isolate him etc. Back w his beloved motorbike

Ezio: Chef or funnier idea... Jobless bc of family money. If he is younger he could be a delivery guy lmao. Is one of those "rich? Nah my family just worked hard so we are well off now" kinda mfs that doesnt get he is rich rich. His family would be alive amd very much in his life. Big gift giver, funds Leos entire art career almost. Is horrified by Desmonds motorbike

Altaïr: he could be a Syrian or Arabic litriture prof? Or an author? He probobly did a lot of odd jobs during youth may e got in a lot of trouble, maybe one of it caused indirectly for Malik to loose his arm but Kadar would be alive. He would call his dad like 2-3 times a yr at most. He would try rlly hard to be the most mature out of them and the other two would push his buttons to take out his arrogant n cocky side.

They would all meet at Desmonds bar or a rock climbing place, Ezio would befriend (flirt with) Desmond first then Desmond would befriend Altaïr. I think Altaïr would make the first actual move w Desmond while all 3 are hanging out and Ezio would be like "WTF not fair me too!!"

Claudia would forever make fun of the fact that they share scars

Ngl I dont rlly read Modern Au's so hope these make sense xhsjsj 😭sorry😭 im much more interested in going back in time or canon time etc etc I do sometimes like it when they time travel to modern times tho

#Ezio once again would have 0 piercings bc his mom would beat his ass #Altaïr would figure out Ezio likes Des in 1 second #Ezio would develop feelings w altair the moment he notices Alt likes Des bc “he got good taste and good face”#Des would be the one to explain poly relationshio but the other two wouldnt rlly give a shit and be like:#I like U. he likes U. you like us. Match made in heaven.#jeleousy wouldnt even enter their mind except whp gets to kiss etc desmond first

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knine-nights-loves-ac · 1 month

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This started as an ask I was gonna send to @teecupangel but then it got like seven paragraphs long and I decided fuck it I’m just gonna make it a post and @ teecup. So here goes!

Another Pokémon!Desmond idea (ps: this got long, tldr; shiny Goomy uncatchable Des)

So to set the stage, AC universe happens as normal but, in the AC universe, pokemon as a franchise doesn’t exist. Just not a thing at all. So, starting off Desmond (who doesn’t know what Pokémon is) dies because of the Eye and poofs into a new universe as he does every other Tuesday.

Now, flash to a Pokémon region. I’m biased so I’ll say Kalos. But most work. Desmond appears on one of the earlier routes as a shiny Pokémon. Because I’m still biased, let’s say a shiny Goomy even though Goomies shouldn’t spawn there.

Desmond, newly goopified, doesn’t know what the fuck is going on. He’s a glob now. And the animals around him are fucking weird. And seemingly only live in the tall grass.

He can’t figure out how to use any of his “moves” outside of basically tackle and scratch and other similarly basic things. So he’s pretty dam weak, probably relatively low level, only thing he has going for him is that he’s fast and, relatively, smart. He’s still got human level intelligence which is enough to outsmart the vast majority of Pokémon.

He spends some time on this route, getting used to things, using his Eagle Vision (which he still has) to find berries, avoiding fights, and just enjoying his forced retirement to another universe. It’s Desmond, unless properly motivated, I think he’d be willing to settle in and chill.

But uh oh, trouble is afoot. In the form of! A CHILD no

This little kid toddles down the path with a belt full of pokeballs. Desmond, who is still new to this world, sees the kid and decides to approach. Why? Idk man, the brain cell got burned by the Eye.

The kid is like “OH MY GOD SHINY GOOMY!” And immediately initiates a Pokémon battle.

How does this feel to Desmond? Im not sure. But he definitely can tell somethings up when the kid starts screaming in another language, sounds like French? (If you get why, you get a cookie), and throws a ball that somehow summons another creature. Let’s say a Caterpie.

The Caterpie is low level, about as intelligent as a real caterpillar, and big. (Fun fact apparently Goomy and Caterpie are the same height). Now Desmond is concerned, especially when the kid yells a command and the huge ass bug attacks him. Caterpie only knows like three moves so it probably just tackles. Desmond, not being an idiot or actually a real Pokémon, dodges. The kid looks surprised but yells again and the Caterpie attacks again. After a few times, Desmond decides “Fuck this shit, I’m out.” and nopes on out of there. The kid is absolutely shocked that the shiny Goomy just ran from the battle and also that it dodged everything.

Desmond meanwhile, hidden now, checks on the kid and sees that they’re blue in Eagle Vision. He’s not sure whether to be surprised or not. On the one hand, he’s never seen a kid that was red, but on the other hand, this kid attacked him.

He metaphorically shrugs it off and continues foraging for berries, he’s trying out new combinations.

Meanwhile, this child runs back to wherever they came from, and eagerly spreads the news about the wild shiny Goomy they saw. Most people don’t believe them, but a couple other kids are curious enough to go looking later.

Another day begins and Desmond stumbles upon a group of kids this time. The original kid among them. They’re speaking quickly, yeah he’s pretty sure it’s French, too bad that’s one of the languages he barely gets (I don’t care if he’d know some via Ezio, he’d know 15th century French, not modern day Pokémon world French). They’re gesturing wildly and some of them are looking accusatorially at the original kid. Desmond tries to get a little closer and, just his luck, stumbles into view of the group. Uh oh.

Several minutes later, the kids are confused as hell, several Caterpies are furiously working their hamster wheel brains to understand what’s happening, and Desmond is starting to question what’s up with the people in this universe.

But something special happened this time. At one point, one of the kids threw a red and white ball at him. It bounced off his head and rolled on the ground, doing nothing. Desmond was just annoyed. The kids were flabbergasted.

Rumors spread until actual researchers are tramping through the tall grass. Desmond is definitely avoiding them. Even if they’re white in Eagle Vision, those lab coats remind him a bit too much of Abstergo.

Eventually, after the human presence becomes a bit too much, Desmond decides to hit the road and moves out from his comfy little tall grass patch in the middle of the night. He settles down again somewhere else.

Repeat cycle a few times until the whole of Kalos has heard tell of this shiny Goomy who nobody can catch and seems to roam the whole region.

Idk what’s happening from there. Begin plot of Pokémon X/Y? Maybe Desmond meets AZ? Lots of options but idk.

#assassin's creed #assassins creed #desmond miles #desmond miles ac #assassin’s creed #pokemon #pokémon xy #kalos #kalos region #pokemon kalos #Goomy #pokemon goomy #shiny goomy

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elfven-blog · 10 days

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Make me a Daddy

Summary: You tell Ezio you want a baby, he makes sure it takes.

Ezio x F!Reader CW: MDNI, 18+ Only, p in v, eating out, breeding. Word count: 1.1K

It was like a switch had flipped in his head the moment you had spoken those magical words. So many hours in your day now spent with your husband between your legs, just as you were now.

Your thighs thrown over his shoulders, his beard scratching at the sensitive skin between your thighs, his tongue flattening as his nose nudged against your puffy clit causing you to whine. Your hands tugging at his salt and pepper hair, only serving to pull his face impossibly closer until his tongue worked its way into your fluttering hole. His own hands gently squeezing and massaging the fat of your thighs.

Ezio had been at this for what felt like hours, drawing orgasm after orgasm from you and making you a mess on your shared bed. Your bottom lip trembled as he worked you towards another high, thighs squeezing around his head as you tried to push him away but the older man’s hands moved to grab your own and he pushed your thighs off his shoulders so that he could keep you pinned down with his body weight instead.

“Stop moving” he voice vibrated through your cunt, ripping another whine from you at the feeling. All the while his tongue is still lapping at your soaked pussy, your eyes barely able to stay open as he pulls another orgasm from you. Your body shaking and hips jerking at the feeling. “Fuck, that’s a good girl, amore”

Satisfied with this, Ezio pulled away. What a sight he was, his beard dripping with the hours worth of arousal and juices he had earned. His hands gently massaging up from your legs to your hips and sides “‘M sorry, princessa. You just taste too good” He slowly kissed his way up your body.

Leaving you painted in marks as he went, your hands clenching at the sheets as you tried to clear your mind but the way he’d spent so long tasting you had your mind cloudy. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a reward, sweet girl” One of his hands moved to pull your leg up and back over his shoulder, his mouth trailing kisses along your neck and shoulder.

He grinned against your skin as he felt you arch, gasping as the head of his fat cock pressed against your hole. He shushed you gently as he pressed more kisses to your skin, his hand resting in the crook of your knee to keep your leg there as he stretched you open. Ezio waited only moments for you to get used to his size again before his hips were moving, the older man rutting into you at a slow teasing pace.

He only sped up once your arms wrapped around him, nails digging into the skin of his back in that way he loved so much. His teeth scraping against your neck as he fucked you, his other hand moving to grope your breast, thumb rubbing over your nipple until it had hardened into a peak “Gonna make me a daddy, pretty girl? That what you want?”

You could only whimper and whine in response, breathing coming out as pants and cunt squeezing around his cock causing his hips to stutter in their pace “That’s a good girl” he whispered in your ear. Those same fingers pinched your nipple so he could watch the way your bottom lip trembled, his own eyes fluttering shut with every throb of your hole around him.

He moved off your body, hips not stopping in their rutting against you as he unwound your arms from around him, smiling as you whined at him for the action and clasped your own hands around your knees to keep you in that position. His hand gripping the headboard as he rolled his hips against you, the sound of skin smacking filling the room with every thrust.

His other hand dimpled the bottom of your thigh as he used it to keep you still as every time his cock drove into you, you’d move up the bed even more. Ezio couldn’t keep his eyes off you, watching the way your tits bounced slightly every time he thrust, your eyes unable to focus and fluttering constantly or how you couldn’t seem to decide between biting your lip with a moan, or letting it drop open with a gasp.

If he was any less of a gentleman he would invite Leonardo to come and paint you in this moment, he was no longer Catholic but he’d worship the ground you walked in all of his waking moments.

His hand slipped down from its place on your thigh, his thumb finding your neglected clit and beginning to circle. It felt like lightning through your body, your legs tensing up as that familiar coil tightened in your body and your eyes rolled back as you arched. You were more sensitive after he’d spent so long between your thighs maybe that’s why tears trailed down your cheeks and your mouth opened in a silent cry as your orgasm peaked.

The mess on the sheets worse now as you gush around his cock,slick soaking Ezio’s cock and dripping to the bed below. Ezio’s own eyes rolled as he practically fell back on top of you, his weight pinning you to the bed as he humped at your cunt. Grunts and groans filling your ears like the sound of an orchestra, his beard tickled the skin of your neck and shoulder as he buried his face into the skin.

You whined as you felt raw and sore from how he continued to push impossibly close to you. His arms falling from the headboard so he could wrap them around you, pulling you even closer and your legs shake from the overstimulation. “Fottere! Take it, princessa, take it!” The man’s hips still as his cock twitches and fills you with hot ropes of cum, a low groan slipping from his mouth as you both lay still, breathing heavily from the exhaustion.

Your hand moves to stroke through his hair, nails scraping his scalp in that way that makes him moan and your brow furrows when he doesn’t move out of you. “Are we not finished?”

Ezio grins at your question, lifting his head as he presses a kiss to your cheek and his hands move to hold his weight above you again “Did you not say you wanted me child?” his hips began to move again, his eyes sparkling with something as he watched your own widen at the realisation that he had yet to go soft “It is best to go multiple times…to make sure it takes, no?”

#ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore smut #ezio auditore x f!reader #ezio auditore x fem!reader #assassin creed x reader #assassin's creed 2 #assassins creed brotherhood #assassins creed revelations #assassins creed x f!reader #assassins creed smut #assassins creed 2 smut #assassins creed brotherhood smut #ac2 x reader #ac2 ezio auditore x reader #ac2 smut

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crispyjenkins · 5 months

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(AC wip) The Savage Price of Piety

it's desmond's deathday and i wrote like. 9,000 more words to this wip (first two parts here) last week and i want to brag about it, so happy deathday you wet bastard (mostly gen but with a surprise rarepair, time travel/reincarnation, found family, william miles’ a+ parenting, accidental subterfuge, desmond goes by miles mostly, inspired by study of flight by @esamastation but with a twist!, only somewhat historically accurate swears by which i mean probably not at all but leonardo had some Opinions alright) have some (three) chronological but scattered bits of scenes

“Oh,” Claudia says as soon as she opens the door, seeing Ezio’s rather wretched expression, “you’ve figured it out, then.”

“You could have told me,” he growls, following her into the entryway and closing the door behind himself.

Claudia scoffs, spinning on heel to lead the way further into the building for the kitchens. “I had one conversation with the boy, brother, I was hardly sure of it myself. Wait,” she halts and points a finger at him accusingly, “how did you figure it out?”

Ezio, quite graciously he thinks, ignores the subtle insult to his intelligence. Sighing, he pushes back his hood before their mother sees him with it on indoors, and runs a hand over his beard. “I had Leonardo visit.”

Claudia’s face slackens, before twisting into a rage that has Ezio stepping away warily.

But she punches the wall instead of her brother, a shouted “Gods damn it!” echoing in the narrow space. Then she spins on her heel and hollers further into the residential part of the bordello, “Mother! We forgot about Leonardo!”

Horrified by his sister and concerned for his mother’s current mental state, Ezio reaches out to put a hand on Claudia’s arm, but he doesn’t get the chance before Maria de' Auditore is shouting right back, “God damn it!”

Grumbling, Claudia stomps down the hall and leaves a very confused Ezio hurrying to follow; she ignores all his pleas for explanation until she’s stomped into the kitchen, where their mother is pouring two very large glasses of wine, with very little water to cut down the potency. She passes one to Claudia silently, and then they both drink, though luckily they aren’t attempting to down it all at once.

“I can’t believe we forgot the Maestro,” their mother mutters to herself as she comes over to kiss Ezio on both cheeks, before shoving the still mostly-full glass into his hands.

“Forgot him for what?” Ezio wants to know, clutching the glass like a mother clutches a babe.

“To test if Miles really is an Auditore.” It’s said so flippantly, like it doesn’t affect Claudia at all, but she also collapses into one of two chairs at the little tea table under the largest window. Their mother takes the other, massaging her forehead and looking like she’s grieving their family all over again.

It occurs to Ezio, as he moves to stand next to the table, that she probably is.

“It’s all up to you now, Seventeen.”

Desmond opens his eyes to the dark of the dormitory, faint moonlight cutting over the floor between his bed and Nino’s, and he can’t bring himself to move — even to roll off his arm that is very much still asleep.

Clay still haunts him.

Five hundred fucking years, and his current twenty-four besides, and that fucker still won’t leave him alone. If Desmond were not so familiar with what an actual Bleed feels like, he’d almost think Clay is stuck in his brain the same way as his ancestors. Thank fuck he stopped Bleeding Ezio’s memories and feelings, while still retaining much of the training.

Fuck, time travel is so weird.

Or, reincarnation? He’s not sure of much, but he’s sure he was dead, he’s sure he burned, and he’s sure that though his 15th century mother had affectionately called him [redacted], his name is Desmond Miles.

Or just Miles, he supposes. Sue him, he panicked when Adele first approached him, and the best aliases are ones you know you’ll respond to, right? If only he’d have had the forethought to divorce himself from his... future family’s surname.

It sounds different enough with an Italian accent that it hasn’t caused any problems, yet. Like making him flinch. Or snapping that he hasn’t been a Miles since he was sixteen.

Granted, he still has no idea what he would go by instead. Altaïr and Conner would feel weird, while Sef or Darim are just a bit on the nose, and does he look like an Edward? Malik, maybe. His grandmother here, now, is actually from the Levant, so his skin is certainly dark enough that people wouldn’t be surprised by the name.

Except that feels almost akin to naming himself Leonardo.

So instead, Leonardo spends every spare moment with his best friend, sometimes to brainstorm, sometimes to simply be there for him. It’s during one of these visits, he and Ezio once again observing the youngest assassins in the training ring, that he hears Miles laugh for the first time, and it’s as if ice water has been poured directly into his veins.

Oh fuck. Oh Saints, oh Holy Father, oh fuck.

“Leonardo?” Ezio asks quietly, head tilted towards him in concern, but Leonardo ignores him to stumble for the bannister to lean over it and stare down at Miles learning a little jig from Tullio, laughing all the while.

He had only heard it once, truth be told, and it had been Salaí that had caused it, but even three years later, Leonardo remembers the laugh of Rodrigo Borgia’s sinister little shadow.

Below, Miles doesn’t stop smiling, but his golden brown gaze yanks up towards Leonardo as if knowing his thoughts are about him. His eyes narrow, then widen slightly in realisation, and then he winces and looks away, which is all the confirmation Leonardo needs.

Turning around, Leonardo grabs a confused Ezio by the arm and drags him from the training room, ignoring his protests until they find the nearest empty room.

“Leonardo, what—?”

“Romulus.”

#that last one 👀#the first one is part of my sib's favorite scene so far #middle one is just des being a Mess #crispy writes #also #absolutely do NOT think about the timeline i beg u #i am gay and Tired #savage price #that'll be the tag for all posts about this fic #if i do end up posting more #anyway the other posts are now tagged with it too #not star wars #for those that filter on my blog #title from poor isaac by airborne toxic event!#which was my 2nd most-listened-to song this year #yoinking some tags from the last posts:#this whole fic is based on the trope of time travel des not knowing how to lie for shit and people making assumptions (à la study of flight #except their assumptions turn out to be mostly right #des isn't ezio's kid tho 👀

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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year

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Hello, your image of the assassin’s creed characters having nightmares of their s/o dying was really good. Can you do one where they have to wake their s/o up from a nightmare? With the same characters plus shay?

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I'm glad you enjoyed them!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Altaïr, Ezio, Edward, Shay, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor, Arno, Jacob

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

｡･:*˚:✧｡altaïr ibn-la'ahad

♡ he's a light sleeper and so he's awake the moment you make a noise or jolt in your sleep from whatever you're seeing in your unconscious mind. He'll sort of perch up on his elbow and look over you for a while just to really make sure that you are having a nightmare - he doesn't want to wake you unnecessarily.

♡ once he realises that, yes, you are having a nightmare, that's when he'll gently shake your shoulder. He doesn't want to startle you so he might just smooth his hand over your hair and lightly shake your shoulder, calling out your name until you wake. He's there for you whether or not you want to talk about it and he'll suggest you both cuddle up and go back to sleep but if you really can't then the two of you will spend some time stargazing on the roof.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ezio auditore

♡ he's more of a heavy sleeper but luckily he cuddles in his sleep too so he'll feel if you jolt and you're close enough that your groans or noises will wake him. Unlike Altaïr, he won't wait around to double check if you're having a nightmare or not, he'll get right to waking you.

♡ he'll stroke your hair gently and call out to you, pressing little kisses to your temple and forehead as he tries to soothe you awake or at least try and make you feel relaxed enough to dissolve the nightmare. If you wake up from the nightmare, he'll cuddle you and quietly sing you back to sleep.

｡･:*˚:✧｡edward kenway

♡ he's a heavy sleeper (it comes with having to sleep on a ship so much) so he likely won't even know unless you start jolting/ kicking/ etc. Once he is awake, I think it'll take him a moment before he even manages to register what woke him up.

♡ he's quick to wake you and assure you that you're safe. He'll get up to get you something to drink. He'll hold you close and lay your head on his chest to try and calm you down but if that doesn't work, he'll wrap you up in his coat to keep you warm and take you onto the deck and watch the moonlight on the waves.

｡･:*˚:✧｡shay cormac

♡ I think he'd wake up not too long after you start moving around or making noise. He doesn't want you to suffer any longer than you already have so he'll shake you just enough to wake you quickly.

♡ when you wake, he's gently hushing you and holding you close, bundling you up in blankets while he assures you that it was just a nightmare. He's up for whatever you want to do: want to get up and have some tea? Done. Want to stay up and cuddle and talk it out? Done. Want to go back to sleep? Also done. Anything you need.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ratonhnhaké:ton | connor kenway

♡ I feel like Connor is a light sleeper until he's in his own bed. He could roll out of the whole bed and not even wake up as long as he's brought the blanket down with him lol. It might take you crying or screaming/ yelling in your sleep to wake him up.

♡ the moment he's awake, he's waking you up too. He'll wrap you in the blanket and hold you to his chest. He's big and warm and knows that those things make his hugs really comforting to you. He'll light the candle on the bedside so that it's not dark in the room and he'll gently wipe away your tears and kiss beneath your eyes. He'll rest his forehead against yours and get you to calm your breathing before he asks what you want to do next.

｡･:*˚:✧｡arno dorian

♡ neither a heavy nor a light sleeper. He likes to sleep with your head on his chest tho so he can feel you breathing and your heartbeat where you're pressed to his side. I think this would mean that he'd actually wake up pretty quickly if you're having a nightmare because you're so close to him.

♡ like Ezio, he'll try and soothe you so that the nightmare vanishes before he tries to wake you. He'd rather let you sleep and potentially forget all about the nightmare if he can. He'll press kisses to the top of your head and gently comb his fingers through your hair. If that doesn't work, he'll wake you by gently rocking you with the arm he has around your body while he calls your name. He's down for whatever you need to feel better afterwards.

｡･:*˚:✧｡jacob frye

♡ despite living on a train, I think Jacob is a light sleeper which is why he's always getting into to trouble because the rocking of the train will wake him and when he can't get back to sleep, he'll go out and give Evie a headache have some fun in the city. So, he's quick to wake if you're having a nightmare.

♡ He'll shake you and call out your name, telling you to wake up and that it's not real, you're having a bad dream and you're actually safe. When you wake, he'll calm you down and offer to make you tea. The two of you will end up curled up beside each other, sitting in bed with cups warming your hands while you either tell him about the nightmare or he's telling you about his latest adventure to distract you from it.

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Mind sharing some Ezio, Ziio, Shay and Edward Hcs?

Sofia and Claudia got along like sisters (idk I think this might actually be canon).

Ezio encouraged Flavia to be spirited and curious, and sees himself in her and the way she takes care of Marcello. If Ezio had lived to see her to adulthood, he would have been protective but let her choose her own husband.

Ezio wanted to keep his Assassin activities a secret from his children. After he died, Claudia took them in and trained them herself the way their Uncle Mario did for them.

Ziio and Oiá:ner's interactions became stilted after the birth of Ratohnhaké:ton. There was no doubt that the love was there, but Oiá:ner could not quite look at her the same again, and she had to busy herself with finding someone else to groom as successor. They were finally warming up to each other again just a year or so before Ziio died.

Oiá:ner put full trust into Ratohnhaké:ton and his decision-making going forward because she didn't want to drive a wedge between herself and her grandson the way she did with Ziio. And it was the hardest thing she ever had to do.

Modern-day Ziio would have been a leader in the stand-offs against the Canadian government and localities like the Kanehsatà:ke Resistance, which her voice actor Tiio Horn was actually in. My headcanon Ziio has a lot of Tiio Horn's traits, mostly because Tiio Horn's sass that I see in her social media comes through a lot in her voice acting for Ziio.

Ratohnhaké:ton's a BEAST at lacrosse. Man moves like WATER.

Shay died peacefully in a manner similar to Ezio's -- in a garden, watching his family.

Shay most definitely was the black sheep amongst the Templars -- not just because a traitor gets no trust from any side, but because he's Irish and many other Templars were Englishmen who were racist against him. Adéwalé called him Haytham's hunting dog, but the Templars thought the same of him.

Because of this, Shay was that high-achieving Templar the others resented, because they hated the idea of being outdone by someone they felt was lesser. They kept their distance from each other, and his friends in the Order were kept in a tight circle -- Jack Weeks, Gist, and Haytham.

That's also why Cudgel was so fiercely proud of his grandfather later on too -- despite the racism, he was more Templar than any of them.

Also, Lil Cudge seems to me like that kind of guy who in modern day would insist that the Irish were slaves. He seems to me like someone who's very loyal, but but blindly so, and someone who doesn't question tradition.

Edward wanted to raise Haytham as English as possible, but he'd occasionally slip up and curse in Welsh at times. Haytham would grow up with only vague memories of the Welsh part of his heritage.

Edward was a rambunctious lil youngster who didn't need any dogs to herd the sheep. The wolves were scared of HIM lol.

Edward's relationship with Jenny haunts my dreams. What happened in the years between her and Haytham's birth. The people need to know.

I wrote a whole other word vomit post expressing my guess that he didn't want her to get involved in the Assassin world because he wanted to protect his last memory of Caroline. He believed in being honest with your child, so she knew everything about his activities. But given that Caroline had already been disowned because of him and even now that he was a new money gentleman, he was a social pariah because of his pirate past, he wanted Jenny to live a noblewoman's life -- marry a man of good social standing and be a good wife. And although she protested, he always thought he knew what was best for her.

If Jenny knew about her brother's child and ever met him, she honestly would've adored him. Such a polite, well-loved young man. She would've been relieved that he was raised right by his mother's side, away from the Kenway drama. Thank God all he had in common with her side of the family was blood, but if she could have chosen to be blood with any remaining relative of hers, it would have been him.

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navstuffs · 1 year

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Hope

Pairing: Brotherhood!Ezio x GN!Reader

Summary: Ezio knows he shouldn't have hope - but he still hopes that you might be found alive.

Warnings: ANGST, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, reader is tortured, torture!!! , cursing, violence, ezio going through loss again, alternate good ending at the bottom.

Author's Note: hii! this came to me at 1:30 am and i wrote until 3 am. this fanfic has two endings! the true one, bad, sad and painful. and the good one, which is found at the end. so in a certain sense, you can pick the one you think is best! (no one asked but my fav is the bad one) if you want, you can listen to the song that helped me write this fanfic i found by amber run. hope you enjoy!

I'll use you as a warning sign (...)

And I'll use you as a focal point

So I don't lose sight of what I want(...)

And I've moved further than I thought I could

But I missed you more than I thought I would (...)

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be

Right in front of me

Talk some sense to me

(Amber Run - I found)

It could have been three days or thirty days. You don't know anymore. You try to keep yourself awake, but the pain, thirst, and exhaustion are too much.

It is hard to move. Your legs and arms have been bound with heavy chains since you arrived, and the last piece of food you had was what a soldier threw on the floor four, three nights ago? It had a weird taste, but you were so hungry you ate in one piece.

It had been an ambush. As the mission leader, it was your responsibility to realize that. But you didn't. Giving time for the others to escape, you stayed. You killed as many as you could. You got captured and taken straight to Cesare.

Cesar first bargained, saying all you had to do was share Ezio's locations and plans. He was going to reward you. He would make you part of the nobility. You spit on his face, getting your first broken rib that night.

They stripped you of your Assassin robe. You knew it was a tactic to shame you, but you didn't care. After being beaten up countless times, your honor no longer matters.

They have tried everything. To droll you in a bucket of water. Burn you with the heated point of a sword. Plucked one or two fingernails until you passed out with the pain. Not counting all bruises on your face and all over your body.

Cesare enjoys seeing you like this. He occasionally stops in front of your cell, tempting you: all you had to do was tell where your other fellow Assassins were. Where Ezio Auditore hid.

You said nothing. You never opened your mouth.

You heard from a few soldiers or thought you so, the leader of the Brotherhood was looking for you. Hunting. He had become even more ruthless, killing more and more guards. They had problems recruiting guards now. No one knew when they would get back home after work.

You didn't know if you wanted Ezio to find you, to see you like this. He wouldn't even recognize you.

You could only hope death took you before.

-x-

Ezio hasn't been thinking straight for ten days, four hours, and twelve minutes since the other Assassins returned without you. When he asked for an explanation, his heart already knew the answer. They explained there were too many. You had stayed.

"Dead?" Il Mentore asked, and they could feel the pain in his voice. They don't know.

Ezio didn't freak out. The anger from when he was an inexperienced and immature Assassin came back in full force. He was primarily angry at himself: he shouldn't have let you in. He shouldn't have allowed you to get so close. Why you had to be so stubborn? Why he accepted your help?

That same night, Ezio went out. Alone. Hunting for something to take his anger. Ezio didn't know when he stopped, but when he came to Tiber Island, his vests were full of blood.

Ezio fell into a chair, the hideout too quiet without your presence. Being the strategic leader at his side. Ezio wanted to feel your warmth. Your company. Your love. He can feel the tears dropping from his eyes, and he doesn't try to control them. He lets them run free.

When he went to bed, he had nightmares. Ezio saw his dad and his siblings hanged, screaming for help, and he can't do anything about it. Cristina dying in his arms, declaring her love, and he can't do anything about it. He saw you lying in a fetal position, your body pierced by arrows, blood dripping until his feet. Ezio tried to move but can't, desperately watching you die.

Ezio couldn't save any of them.

-x-

When Machiavelli brings news that the templars are keeping an Assassin in a secret location, Ezio tries not to be hopeful. Deep inside, he wishes it isn't you. He has no idea what they can be doing with you.

"Where?"

"Just outside Rome. I don't know the exact location, but I will try to get it. Ezio, it could be-"

"Let me know what you can find," Ezio murmurs before leaving.

He visits his mom and Claudia. His mom is sad and apprehensive. Claudia, on the other hand, tries not to mention your name.

"How are you doing?" Claudia wonders, her tone full of pain. His sister must be feeling terrible: you were Claudia's best friend.

"I want the body. I want to be able to bury it."

Claudia gulps, looking straight. They had dealt with death before, and deep inside, Claudia and Ezio expected it to become easier with time. Without controlling herself, she hugs her older brother, sobbing.

"Oh, Ezio, I am so so sorry."

"Me too," Ezio whispers back, his heart breaking into a million pieces.

-x-

You don't know why you are still alive. After another beat-up session, the guards seem to have given up on you. Even Cesare doesn't appear anymore.

Your clothes are dirty and ripped, and you can barely keep your eyes open. Your fingers are broken. They stopped giving you water. You know something is bleeding inside you; it is just a matter of time now.

You wish you could have seen Claudia. Maria. Leonardo. All your other Assassins. You wish you could thank them for all the lessons you got. You are happy they didn't come to save you.

You wish you could have seen Ezio one last time. Tell him it wasn't his fault.

-x-

When Machiavelli reveals the location, Ezio doesn't hesitate to go—joined by the same group you saved. The Brotherhood wants to give you proper rest. They know you wouldn't like that, risking the Brotherhood for a single Assassin, but it is you.

You are imprisoned in some fort just outside Rome, Machiavelli explained. For some reason, he didn't know the status of your life, but from what his informants saw, they were keeping you in a cell.

"Dead?" Ezio asks. There is no hope in his voice.

"They don't know. Ezio, do you think that is a good idea?"

Ezio doesn't know. He gets on his horse and is followed by the others. A small part inside of him is burning, inside his heart. It grows like a small flame that gets bigger on a cold and dark day.

It is hope.

-x-

You wake up with the sound of a distant explosion. Screams came followed, and the smell of fire. You try to lift your head, your survival instincts kicking in, but your body hurts too much. You wonder if you have arrived in Hell. You concentrate on the front door, your vision too foggy to see anything. You can hear the noises of a fight though you can't quite place what is happening yet.

You think you hear death calling your name.

-x-

Ezio is frozen in front of your cell. For a few seconds, he can't move or breathe.

It is you.

It is really you.

It barely looks like you, though. In a fetal position, legs and arms are tied with heavy chains. Ezio holds the bars with an intensity that might break them. What the fuck have they done to you? He needs to get you out there. Now.

He calls your name.

You don't seem to listen. Ezio tries again, this time more urgent.

You open your eyes, confused. You thought you heard Ezio calling. Trying to crawl across the floor, you focus your eyes on death.

It is Ezio. Hood down. You can barely see his face, but you know he looks as beautiful as ever.

"E...zi...o," You whisper.

Ezio gets the keys from the guard impaled against the wall. He ignores his shaking hands and opens the door, rushing toward you. When he touches your face, your skin is so cold. He calls your name again, waking you up.

"Io sono qui, amore mio, sono qui."

You barely seem to register what he says. Ezio glances at your body. It doesn't look good, but he is determined to get you off there. He lifts your body, and you groan in pain.

"I am going to take you out of here," It is a promise.

Ezio takes you across the corridors, walking as carefully as he can. He didn't want you to feel more pain. He is thankful he brought a doctor. He has to hope you can make it.

The place around him is destroyed, being burned to the ground. Ezio had told the other Assassins to look for other innocents inside the prison.

"I always have been hopeful. Always hoping you were alive," Ezio confesses, his voice trembling as if you could listen.

You are passing moments of consciousness and unconsciousness. You know you were in Ezio's arms (he knew you hated to be carried like that). You try to say you loved him, that it's too late, but no words come out of you.

Ezio finally gets to the entrance. His fellow Assassins were in the front with a small group of people. All looked malnourished but not as bad as you. The doctor, who was checking them, runs to you as Ezio places you on the floor as carefully as he can.

He can't leave your side. Ezio touches your face. He touches your cheeks. Your forehead. Your ears. Trying to memorize your features.

Your eyes open, and you do your best to keep them open. You know it is the last time. You can notice the doctor assessing you. He seems to say something to Ezio, and he looks defeated. The doctor gives you space. Nobody else dares to get closer.

"You were brave. Very brave this whole time. I am sorry I didn't find you earlier, amore mio."

Ezio holds your hand into his face, his heart heavy. He breathes deeply. He wants to scream at the world, not again! He wants to shout, he wants the doctor to find a way to cure you. He wants you to live. You deserve to live.

You have to live.

Breathing deeply one more time, his voice shaking and the tears falling down his eyes, he finally says.

"Go in peace."

You give him a half-smile, ignoring the pain on your broken fingers as you rub your face a little. You were happy. You saw him one last time. Ezio knew you loved him.

Numerous memories flashed behind your eyes. Your family. Your family being killed. Meeting Ezio. Falling in love with him. Claudia teasing you but happy her brother found love again. Maria thanking you for giving him hope. Your experiments with Leonardo. Mario's death. The beginning of the Brotherhood. Your first night with Ezio.

Ezio.

You want to apologize. It is not his fault. You want to say you love him and wish him a happy life. He will find someone. He will be happy. You close your eyes, never to open them again.

ALTERNATE ENDING (GOOD ENDING):

"We can try to move them, but it might be risky," The doctor warns as he returns, but Ezio ignores that. Leaving the rest of the Assassins to help the rest of the people, he places your body in the carriage with the doctor, focusing on taking you to the closest Inn, making sure to go slow.

He tries not to give himself hope, but you seem to be fighting.

The doctor says you aren't dead yet.

Ezio enters the Inn with you unconscious in his arms, the doctor at his side. The owners, an elderly older couple named Bianco and Pia, rush him to a room, where he places you gently into a bed.

The doctor asks Ezio to rip your clothes. He does so. Pia brings a bowl with water to clean your body. She doesn't say anything, but her eyes don't have much hope.

The doctor gives you a medicine that burns down your throat. He bandages pretty much your whole body and tells Ezio he has done everything he could. The following twenty-four hours are crucial.

Ezio doesn't sleep that night or most of the next day. He has seen a lot of things he would never forget, but your body would hunt him to his death. The elderly couple brings him bread and water, but he doesn't touch his food or water. Ezio is too focused on you to care about himself now.

When the doctor returns, he says your fever has spiked down. Your health is still critical, but your chances to live are higher.

Ezio holds into that.

He continues at your bed day and night. He hasn't taken his bloody clothes yet, and quite frankly, he is starting to smell. The old couple again suggests that he takes a shower. They have some clothes from their late son. When Ezio asks what happened to him, they simply answer that Bórgia men killed him.

Thirty-nine hours after rescuing you, Ezio falls asleep. Bianco finds him in a chair, keeping a vigil over your body.

Later that day, the doctor states you are out of danger. He doesn't know when you will wake up and if you ever will. For Ezio, that is enough. He knows you are a fighter, and you won't give up.

It is too dangerous to move you still. Ezio can't leave you. He starts helping around the Inn. He gets some thieves to run away, helps the couple get their money from a man who owes them and maintains the Inn as best as possible.

Ezio talks to you. He shares how life is going. Holds your hand. He shares that he misses you. That he loves you.

He can see your face slowly healing, but no sign of you waking up. He has sent some pigeons informing Claudia, his mom, and the rest of the Brotherhood of your well-being.

On the morning of the seventh day of your rescue, Ezio is helping Bianco in the garden when he hears Pia's scream.

"Ezio, Ezio!"

Running to the house, Ezio enters the room. Pia is near the bed, giving you water and gently holding your head. You are awake.

Ezio stops by the other side of the bed, unable to speak. Pia smiles at him, leaving them. You try to talk, but no voice comes out.

"I thought, I thought I lost you," Ezio confesses, slowly kneeling at your side. "I thought I was going insane. I thought I was getting punished again."

He kisses your bandaged hand so gently that you don't even wince in pain. You want to ask him many questions about how he found you and how you are still alive. Ezio seems to understand your concerns, rubbing your cheek.

"I will explain with time. Just rest now. Rest, amore mio. I will be here when you wake up."

You look at Ezio, really looks at him. Wondering if he can feel the love in your eyes. Ezio seems to understand because he smiles for the first time since he had you back.

"Ti amo anch'io."

MASTERLIST | EZIO'S MASTERLIST

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ff7-has-taken-me-over · 9 months

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I’m thinking something like that fic ‘The Double Edged Sword’ by AuRon_Scaleless where Ezio and Altaïr are being manipulated by the apple of Masyaf to hate Desmond.

Difference is, the apple of Rome is also there because Ezio brought it with him by mistake so now it sits with Malik for safe keeping. The Masyaf one sits with Altaïr because the man studies it.

Anyway! The two are mistreating Desmond and he’s slowly falling apart with the mixture of bleeding effects and the after math of using the eye to save the world. With the added words and jabs at his apparent ‘betrayal’ it just deteriorated him more.

Malik is just as distrustful of the young man as anyone but at the same time he can feel that there is something more going on here. He just can’t figure out what.

This is until the Rome Apple decides to show him just what Desmond had gone through before popping up here. He sees the farm, the way he grew up, the borderline abuse disguised as training, the years of running and constantly looking over the shoulder, the eventual capture.

He sees Desmond fighting tooth and nail against the modern templars and he sees them drug him, forcing him into the animus to do their bidding. Then there’s the assassins doing pretty much the exact same things to him, his time in the machine growing longer and more frequent as his symptoms get worse and worse and worse.

And when Malik thinks it’s finally all over, that this used and abused young man can finally get a break from everything the ones who promised him a painless death and swift passing on do the exact opposite.

Malik can feel the wisps of pain that Desmond experiences and even that is almost too much for him. He sits there and watches Desmond scream and writhe for what felt like hours but must have been mere seconds.

Then Desmond is transported here, a few months after his second ancestor mind you, only to receive treatment just as bad as his original life.

Malik is practically thrown out of the memories, breathing turned ragged and tears that he didn’t event notice before streaming down his face. The apple in his hand pulses gently, as if it is saddened by the memories he had just witnessed, imploring him to do something to save the young man.

Before he can even move there is a hesitant knock on his door, a familiar head of brown accompanied by a face that is much too gaunt popping through the doorway with a hesitant smile. Despite everything the man still tries to smile at everyone and gain their trust, a feat he has not quite achieved with everyone sadly.

Desmond opens his mouth to speak, Malik hasn’t a clue as to what he’s about to say because he’s already up and across the room. He pulls the young man into a firm yet gentle hug, mindful of his still tender arm and trying to convey every single jumbled emotion he feels in that moment. God, Malik’s sure he has never despised missing an arm more than in this moment.

“I’m so sorry Desmond… you didn’t deserve… any of this. But you worked so hard for the brotherhood, for us and I am so proud of you.” There’s a moment where the young assassin doesn’t move, frozen in his arms before his chest suddenly hitches, body collapsing against Malik’s own as he lets out a quiet, bitten back sob.

The sound just makes the pain radiating through the Dai even worse. God the man couldn’t even cry freely without fear of something happening to him. He ignores the thoughts though, bringing Desmond to the pile of cushions he has set up in the corner of his office for those late nights he can’t quite make it back to his sleeping quarters.

They collapse into the mound together, Desmond burying his head deep into Malik’s chest and clutching his robes as he shudders and silently cries against him. The Dai can feel the young man’s mouth opening against his chest, as if he wanted to scream and sob aloud, but no sound escapes. Just ragged breaths and quiet sniffles.

They lay there for several long minutes, Malik keeping his arm looped around Desmond and running the tips of those fingers up and down what little of his spine he can reach. The young assassin doesn’t seem to mind though, relishes in it even as he slowly begins to calm down.

Before either of them realise it Desmond’s fast asleep, face looking peaceful and form more relaxed than Malik’s ever seen. He can’t help but plant a tender kiss on the younger’s forehead, breathing him deep as he tries to think on what to do next.

Apparently today is a day for interrupting him since there is another knock on the door, the noise loud and startling in the now quiet room. Desmond doesn’t even flinch at it though, an apparent testament to how exhausted he is.

Before Malik can get up the person enters, pleasant greeting on his tongue dying before it fades into an annoyed and angry scowl at the sight that greets him.

The Dai feels his own annoyance and anger rise at the sight of it, all those previous moments over the last few weeks suddenly springing to the forefront of his mind. Malik growls lowly at his longtime friend, glaring at him in a way that he knows the other is somewhat scared of, though the man would never admit to it.

“Get out Altaïr. I will speak with you later.” The mentor isn’t as easily cowled apparently, already opening his mouth again before stopping when Malik suddenly shoots to his feet. He had been extracting his arm and Altaïr hadn’t even noticed until now.

“I said leave novice. Do not make me say it again or I will make sure you regret it.” The mentor looks down at the still sleeping form of Desmond with one last glare before turning on his heel, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

Malik huffs out an annoyed breath at his antics, turning around only to be met with wide and frightened eyes, scanning over everything as if looking for an escape route.

Also I suddenly thought of this. Desmond goes to the poor districts to help treat the sickly people (he has first aid knowledge because of his need for survival while he was on the run. Nothing like surgery but basic shit like how to prevent an outbreak and set a bone sort of stuff) and as a result the people there love him. It’s the only place he can feel like he’s doing something right and feel as if he belongs.

Nobody else knows of this for obvious reasons. They’d either spread the rumours there and make everyone hate him or they’d do something equally as bad. But that’s where he escapes to when things get to be too much for him in the bureau.

He’s not allowed to leave either because they have to ‘make sure he isn’t a threat to the people’ even though they don’t spare him a single thought the second he goes missing.

Malik follows him one day and when he sees just what the man does in order to help people he can’t help but feel even more anger toward Altaïr and Ezio. How could they treat a man so broken and pure like that? How could they hate him so when he smiles that reassuringly toward a child who has merely scraped his knee? It makes no sense.

#fic prompt #prompt #fic #assassins creed #Desmond miles #Ezio auditore #Altaïr Ibn-La’ahad #Malik Al Sayf #established Ezio x Altaïr #Future ezio x Desmond x altair??#or future malik x Desmond??#honestly this is already half a fic #I may have something like this already posted #poor Desmond #Altaïr and Ezio are assholes #Desmond’s a saint #Malik holds the braincell #as usual

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pit--rat · 2 years

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The thing about Desmond is that he never just got to live his own life, and I mean that literally. He spent his entire youth training against am enemy he never saw, and when he eventually ran away he had to spend the whole time moving from place to place, always looking over his shoulder, never free to just be.

Then, of course, he was captured by Abstergo, where he sees some of the life of Altaïr. Then, he joins the assassins, where he experiences practically the entire life of Ezio. And then the same again for Connor! He spends dangerous amounts of time in the animus, and just enough time in the real world to kill someone he trusts, get messed up by the bleeding effect (because the other lives he experienced now follow him into his own), and learn that he has to die.

Desmond's story is tragic because he never had his own life or his own freedom, and even after his death only a handful of people will ever know of the sacrifice he gave.

#desmond feel hours y'all #i will defend ac3 with my life #but his death will never be forgiven #ac #assassins creed #assassin's creed #desmond miles

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a-not-so-clean-blog · 8 months

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Ezio Auditore x gn reader

Reunited with a ghost CH 2. CH 1

Ft. Lots of Rosa and a kiss. 2.2k words

Warnings. Light cursing

Getting to embrace Ezio again was a dream come true, and one I hope to never wake from. I was completely lost in the moment before I remembered what I was doing before. I pull away and look around realing I have completely lost track of where I was or how I'm supposed to find the guild head. Ezio looks at me with concern as he asks what's wrong.

"I need to deliver this letter." I pat the folded paper in my side pocket.

"To whom?"

"A man named Antonio. This is my final test from them."

"A test?" He slips the letter out of my pocket. I didnt even feel the fabric move. If I didn't watch him take it I never would have known it was gone.

"Yes. I am supposed to deliver the letter to him by nightfall and if I do the guild had said they will teach me how to move like them." I reach for the letter but he holds it out of my range.

"Let us go together then. I know the fastest route and how to avoid the guards!" He cracks a smirk as he waves the paper just out of reach.

I squint at him as he playfully taunts me. Haven't even been reunited an hour and he's already back to the lovable jerk I know. "With you there's always a catch." I eye him wary of his intentions.

"No catch. I just want to make sure you get to deliver this safety." He says with a warm smile. That's a face I could never say no to and he knows it.

"Fine." I relent. I hold my hand out for him to give me the letter back but instead he pockets it and laces our fingers together. Before I have a moment to respond we are already out of the alley and half way down a busy street. His hand was warm, another reminder that he was alive and this wasn't just a dream.

The twists and turns of the streets and canals never once slowing him down as we make our way towards the center of the city. I still haven't quite gotten the layout of the city memorized yet so it was nice to have a guide who actually knows where we were going. What would have taken me all day following bread crumbs left by the guild only took Ezio an hour, and that time even included a stop for lunch.

Ezio reluctantly let's go of my hand as we enter a fenced off area, the cool afternoon air replacing his warm touch on my skin. He knocks on the heavy looking wooden door and voice almost instantly tells us to enter. I follow behind him as we enter, almost hiding in his shadow. A tall man with dark hair immediately notices my presence though.

"I see you have brought a friend Ezio, and who might you be?" He said as he made his way around a large table covered in an equally large map of the city.

"My name is y/n. I am here to deliver a letter to Antonio."

"Well you have come to the right place than.

I look at Ezio, silently asking for the letter back. He quickly glances down at my pocket and back at me. Confused, I reach into my pocket and pull out the letter. Sly bastardo must have slipped it back in when I wasn't looking. I hand over the letter and the man who I am assuming is Antonio brings it to his desk for inspection.

"You have my thanks for delivering the letter so swiftly. Too many of my guild members are being recognized lately, it was safer for us to use someone the guards would not know." He folds the letter and puts it in a drawer. "I know you did not do this for free though. I will have one of my best show you how to move more swiftly." He looks over at some of the guild members in the corner, a woman and 2 men. "Rosa. If you would be so kind?"

The woman stands up and saunters over to us. "Honestly I didn't think you'd be able to do all the tasks. I'm impressed." She looks over at Ezio. "And more than a little surprised to see you escorting them." She looks back at me. "Our little friend here didn't cheat did they?"

"Of course not. I was simply heading the same direction, completely innocent." At least he had gotten better at lying over the years, however Rosa was clearly unconvinced. Thankfully she didn't seem to care too much as she led us outside, back to the fenced in area.

She points to the roof of a neighboring building. "Do you see the flag on that weathervane." I nod. The bright red flag was prominent against the light blue afternoon sky. "How long do you think it would take you to grab it and bring it to me?"

"... probably 3 minutes?" There weren't many ledges to make it easy to climb up. "Maybe 5?"

"Your 3 minutes start now, go."

"Huh?" I turn to look at her and she just waves me off and crosses her arms. I blink before my head catches up to her words. I get a running start at the wall in front of me and I'm just able to grab the ledge and pull myself up. I move as fast as my legs and vertigo will let me as I make my way up to the flag. I'm almost there and I look down at Rosa and Ezio. Both of them watching me closely, analyzing my every movement. I can't tell if I should be comforted or concerned by how sharp their eyes are. Getting down was much faster than the climb up. After grabbing the flag I drop and slide down the tiled roof. Before I fall I grab the ledge and swing for some momentum. Finally I hit the ground with a roll and spring to my feet, with a final sprint I'm standing in front of Rosa, flag in hand. "How did I do?" I ask as I catch my breath.

"Not bad for a novice." She holds up a hand and extends her pointer finger. "First you need to be able to think on your feet faster. You kept trying to plan your movements too far in advance and it slowed you down. That hesitation made you slip more than once even if it was just a little. Finally you let yourself get distracted. You should always be watching where you are going, not watching your audience." Each new point she made was punctuated by another finger. "You are certainly sloppy… but not the worst I've seen. Put in the effort and I should have no issue teaching you." I brighten a little at her words. She'll be tough but there may be a softer side yet.

…I was wrong. She was a harsh teacher and now I am laying on the ground unable to feel my own arms and completely exhausted. Ezio had watched the entire time as I learned to throw myself up onto handholds and literally had the hesitation beaten out of me. Hours of non stop climbing and she finally granted me mercy.

Ezio laughs lightly as he sits next to me, handing me a cup of fresh water. "She's a little rough around the edges but I'll be damned if she's not a good teacher."

"A little rough? I don't know if my poor muscles will recover from this." My whining only seems to amuse him farther.

"Drink, you have not had water in hours and it will help with the pain."

I grunt as I go to sit up but only make it an inch before returning to the cool stone floor. "Can't move. Too tired." Ezio rolls his eyes before taking me by the shoulder and pulling me up until I'm leaning against him.

"There, now drink. You'll feel better." I take the cup from his hand as he supports my weight with his arm slung over my shoulder. I did feel better as soon as the cool liquid hit my throat, and I finished the cup greedily. "Better amore?"

"Better."

"Good. I want to show you something. Are you able to move freely?"

I glare up at him. "Am I able to move freely?" He laughs at my snide remark.

"Please. I promise it will be worth it." The way he looked at me with that smile made my heart skip a beat.

"...fine" I mumble, and his smile grows ear to ear.

"Va bene!" He wastes no time lifting my tired body from the ground and onto my feet. We walk a little ways as I slowly get feeling back in my limbs. Eventually we get to a church like building and stop. I look at him and wonder what he's up to. "I'm sorry bello but you're going to have to climb one last time." He said softly.

I look at him in betrayal and disbelief. "You want me to climb?". I look from him to the building and back to him. Every passing moment I feel my arms grow heavier in dread. "How many times will you break my heart fantasma." He stifled a laugh at my pleading.

"I promise amore, it will be worth it. Will you do it for me?" When he looks at me so gently I know I am defeated. I let out a sigh.

"Lead the way." I gesture towards the building as he smiles.

The climb up was slow going but faster than I would have done before. Even exhausted I can tell I've improved. Ezio stops every few feet to make sure I haven't slipped or have gotten stuck. He offers his hand a few times but now I'm too stubborn to take it. I'll prove I can do it on my own and that I'm skilled enough to stay by his side. The last time I pushed his helping hand away I noticed his eyebrow furrow under his hood. I don't have time to focus on that though while I'm trying not to fall to my doom.

Finally I made it to the top, Ezio already waiting for me. He sits on a ledge and pats the tile beside him and I gladly join.

"I'm glad I was able to make it before my arms gave out." My snide comment earns me a sly smile. I close my eyes as i catch my breath.

"As am I."

"I hope this is worth it, Ezio."

"As do I." If I wasn't so tired maybe I would have caught the hint of nervousness in his voice. He wraps his arm and shoulder cape around me as I lean against him. "Look". I slowly open my eyes and see the sky alight with pinks and orange painted over a blue canvas. A stunning sight shining over the city and reflecting off her many waterways.

"Amazing…" I'm enthralled by the sunset this high over the city. I can't even hear the people on the street from this distance. It's only me, Ezio, and the setting sun.

I am taken from my thoughts when I feel a rough calloused hand gently cup my cheek and turn my head. I'm pulled close as I come nose to nose with my long lost paramore. His sharp eyes searching my face for any sign of doubt before slowly leaning in planting a tender kiss on my lips. The kiss was soft but with a smoldering ember underneath, like trying to hide a desperate flame. It felt like my skin was on fire with excitement and want. My head felt fuzzy and unable to think straight, however the feeling was not unwelcome. When finally we broke the kiss Ezio's eyes were shining brighter than the sun itself, and I'm sure mine were the same.

Long after the sun had set we stayed there, unmoving, simply enjoying the comfort of each other's presence. I look towards the ground below deep in thought. The day had been exhausting both physically and emotionally. I can't help but let a yawn escape my lips.

"I think it's time we find somewhere for you to rest amore. You have had a long day." He offers me his hand and this time I take it. He helps me to my feet and steadies me on my shaky legs.

"I don't think I have the strength to climb down…" I say quietly, guilty of my own weakness.

"Do you trust me?" I nod my head without hesitation and he smiles at me. "Then relax and close your eyes one last time." His voice is low and reassuring. I close my eyes as he wraps both of his strong arms tightly around me, holding me close to his chest. I feel my feet lift off the ground and the wind rush past me. The free fall felt like an eternity yet I still felt safe. The next thing I knew was Ezio underneath me in a cart of hay. He's got a giant smile on his face as he looks up at me. His smile is bigger than I've ever seen and for once I can't tell what he is thinking.

Bastardo. Bastard

Amore. Love

Va bene. Okay/ all right

Bello. Handsome/pretty/nice

#i did a part 2!#assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed #ezio x reader #ezio auditore #my writing #🤍#a degenerate writes #this is long and im happy with it even if its a lot of dialogue #yes only one person asked for a part 2 but that made me reallt happy. so this chapter is for me and that person who asked!

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Concept: Imagine if Altaïr had a habit of adopting birds of prey and stuff.

Ezio did the same thing except with cats (including a lion cub, if you know the reference to Da Vinci you'll get it)

Connor adopted canines constantly.

Desmond inherits all of these and takes in every single stray animal he finds. It doesn't matter if it's even safe to keep as a pet. He just adopts every single animal in sight.

In other words, through genetic manipulations, the Isus have created the ultimate savior of humanity:

A Disney Princess.

And it all started with Altaïr accidentally turning one of the towers in Masyaf as an aviary that only housed Birds of Prey.

No one knows how he did it.

They were pretty sure he started doing it after his father died and no one had the heart to tell a grieving child to stop adopting birds as a coping mechanism.

By the time Altaïr had been initiated, the aviary and its occupants have become just another staple in Masyaf.

Is it weird that they only listen to Altaïr?

Is it weird to hear Altaïr have a full blown conversation with them?

Very much so.

But it was Altaïr.

He was as weird as he was talented.

So people just left him be.

Time passed and Altaïr became a legend in the Brotherhood.

There were whispers that he could command any kind of birds of prey to do his bidding.

Perhaps he could.

Perhaps he could not.

No one found out the truth.

Ezio, on the other hand, was known as a hoarder of cats.

He gives food to even the dirtiest stray cats that could be found scurrying in the streets.

And they would follow him back to the Brotherhood’s hideout where some poor servant or recruit would have to bathe the cat, suffering the scratches and bites.

Only to be rewarded by the cat purring contently when it is presented to Ezio who holds it in his arms and calls it bella or bello.

And then… Ezio managed to get a hand on an illegally smuggled lion cub who grew up to be quite… large.

A very spoiled large cat who always loved it when Leonardo would come to visit because he would give the lion treats so it would let Leonardo study it.

Now, Ratonhnhaké:ton didn’t plan to adopt any animals. It just so happened that he joined a wolf pack in taking down preys once and now he was considered a… ‘kindred spirit’. They would join Ratonhnhaké:ton whenever he was off hunting and wouldn’t take his kills.

When he left the village, he saved a dog being mistreated by Red Coats and the dog just followed him to the homestead.

While he was sleeping the barn, he saw another dog, all skin and bones, rummaging the containers where the old man keeps the horses’ food for any scraps it might eat and he felt sorry for it so he would throw it a bit of the meat he would prepare for him and the first dog that kept following him.

By the time, Achilles finally agreed to train him, the wolf pack that he had hunted with near his village came to the homestead and… just followed him around.

Achilles thinks it’s a gift.

That there have been Assassins that had a close kinship with animals like Altaïr with his birds and Ezio with his cats.

The wolf pack stayed in the homestead when Ratonhnhaké:ton went with Achilles to Boston. The dog that Ratonhnhaké:ton fed also stayed because they learned that he was already quite an old dog.

Achilles didn’t say anything but the grief in his eyes made it clear that the old dog’s owner had been one of the many dead Assassins that Achilles knew.

When Ratonhnhaké:ton returned from Boston…

Not only was he accompanied by the first dog he adopted, he apparently adopted 3 more dogs along the way.

Achilles has himself to blame for that one.

And so, time moves on and Desmond Miles is born.

The window to his nursery was always close because birds and squirrels would come inside an open window and surround his cradle.

His mother had been worried that those squirrels and even some of the birds might carry something that would make a baby sick.

When he grew older, his friends were the animals in the woods surrounding the Farm and the guard dogs that Farm used.

The other children thought he was weird because of his affinity to animals.

Many adults found it to be a bit disturbing but also a sign of the greatness that Desmond would achieve.

Why else would he have the same ‘skill’ as Altaïr and Ezio, after all?

Then Desmond showed… to be lacking in training.

He wasn’t bad.

He was even better than a lot of the other kids.

The problem was…

Everyone expects him to be more than that.

And Desmond couldn’t take it.

So he ran away.

And the animals ran away with him.

And Desmond finds an abandoned farm where he finally carves out a place of happiness for himself and his friends.

… Desmond has no idea where the bear came from but he became docile after Desmond scolded him for destroying the trash bin and eating spoiled food.

#it’s about leonardo’s mechanical lion #yeah that’s a thing #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #ask and answer #disney princess desmond

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itseivwhore · 1 year

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♡ 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ♡

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Valentine Special, day 9th : “Candy Hearts”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Pairing: Ezio Auditore x fem Reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Summary: Another year, another Valentine's Day, spent in very luxurious and expansive restaurants, showered in plenty of gifts with your boyfriend also showering you in compliments, attentions and kisses...or at least, that's how it always has been until this Valentine's Day, when Ezio decided to try something new and simple: staying in the comfort of his home with you, with some music, his cooking skills, his Italian charm and a lot...a lot of candies.

*˚ .♡⋆ﾟˊˎ -

A sweet and muffled melody slowly crept into your light sleep, mixing with your confused and numerous dreams and altering them. And this sweet melody, which seemed as if it were floating in your mind, was none other than one of the old Italian songs your boyfriend used to listen to in your company: and you were immediately able to recognise it.

Along with the light-hearted, carefree notes of the song, you could also catch a glimpse of Ezio's tuneful voice humming quietly over the song. You were also able to perceive a delicious perfume intruding into your now drowsy sleep that slowly and gently woke you up completely.

You blinked a few times, quickly bringing a hand in front of your eyes as if by instinct, to protect your still sleepy vision from the sun's rays as was your custom. But no ray blinded your eyes, and no ray touched your skin; peeking through the cracks between your fingers you saw that the living room was warmly lit by numerous candles, their small flames flickering whenever the breeze flew through the open window, making even the light curtains move in a sensual dance.

Removing your hand from your face, you yawned and then took a few more seconds to bask in the quiet, comforting atmosphere of that February evening, continuing to listen to Ezio who, a few steps away from you, was busy as he continued to sing lightheartedly. Closing your eyes, you grabbed the blanket to adjust it better over your shoulders: but as soon as you pulled it up, you heard objects falling on the floor.

Propping yourself up with an elbow, you raised yourself on the couch, an expression as surprised as moved when, peeking down, you saw some red, heart-shaped lollipops laying on the ground. Stretching your arm out you picked them up, only becoming more joyful when you noticed plenty of the same lollipops scattered all over the couch, over you, over the coffee table: the more you looked around, the more you found them all around the living room.

Caught up in such happiness, you let out an excited giggle as you hurried to open the candy wrapper, thus arousing the attention of Ezio who suddenly stopped singing.

"Oh no, she woke up!" you heard him exclaim from the kitchen in a tone that was exasperated and theatrical to say the least, as if he had been taken aback by your sudden awakening. As you tried to open the plastic surrounding the lollipop, you sat up cross-legged on the sofa, collecting all the candies on your lap, looking at them excitedly.

"You don't seem particularly happy about it," you replied in a falsely sorry voice, triumphing when you finally managed to remove the candy wrapper.

"I am not particularly happy, amore mio bellissimo..." Ezio retorted in a high tone so as to be heard, while the noisy clanking of pans and dishes punctuated his every word. "...because I haven't finished yet".

"Finished what?" you asked as you turned your head towards him over the sofa, seeing him quickly walking around the kitchen, rising a questioning eyebrow at him. As soon as he heard your question, he stopped all together, standing behind the counter and, watching you with an almost disappointed face, he placed his hands on his hips.

"The surprise" he answered as he mirrored your inquisitive eyebrow, spreading his arms wide and giving you a knowing expression, as if he expected you to have already known the answer and were lying to him.

"Another one?!" you almost screamed, surprise and disbelief taking the best of you again. You knew very well that this was what characterized Valentine's Day: every year on this day, Ezio gave his best, giving you lots of attention, taking you out to dinner at luxurious and expensive places, buying you anything you wanted. Every year until this last one: Ezio decided to change plans, to do something different but that you would both enjoy. So you both decided to stay at home, not going out and do nothing else but enjoy each other's presence.

During the course of the morning he had continued to make little presents appear out of nowhere, just when you least expected it, leaving you happy, thanking him if not with many kisses and praises. But you didn't expect that, after all those presents, he was planning another surprise. But then again, no wonder: if Ezio was anything, he was an utterly dedicated man to you and his love for you.

"You don't seem particularly happy about it" he sarcastically replied, mocking your own phrase, trying to mimick your voice as he resumed to walk, coming closer to you with a playful smirk on his lips.

"You have done so much already for the whole day Ezio, there was no need for more" you muttered in a low voice while slightly frowning, placing your chin on the back of the couch and watching him, starting to notice how handsome– and appealing he was with that white apron tied around his torso, hugging his waist and hips just right, his brown hair tied back in a low ponytail, a few strands falling on his forehead. There was something incredibly charming and sensual about him while he cooked for you that it drawn you to him even more than usual; while those old Italian songs played in the background.

"Oh please piccola, you deserve this and so much more…" Ezio replied, smiling and making a vague gesture with his hand as he walked towards you. He stopped just behind the sofa and, after wiping both hands on his apron, leaned back on the sofa; leaning down in your direction, he left a tender kiss in your forehead, for then leaving more sweet kisses on your nose and cheeks, feeling him smile when he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you with a little more passion as one of his hands cupped your cheek.

You moved as to get up so you could kiss him better, but he tutted at you, purposely and lightly biting at your bottom lip whole deteaching from you. Seeing you fight, he completely detached from the searing kiss, leaving your mouth open and with a taste of red wine on your lips. Ezio then placed his entire hand on your face, covering it, and gently pushed you on your back on the couch.

You laughed amused at his gesture, taking his wrist with your hand, trying to pull him towards you again. Ezio fondly smiled at you and, leaning down to kiss your knuckles that were wrapped around his wrist, he freed himself as he took your chin between his fingers, caressing your jaw.

"Stay here" he whispered as he walked back in the kitchen and leaving you laying and staying still on the couch while he resumed to cook.

But despite his soft spoken order, you got up completely, turning your steps into the kitchen while still wrapped up in the blanket. You saw your boyfriend finishing to prepare what looked like two heart shaped pizzas, and your own heart melted at the sight: nevertheless of what he said just some moments before, you still felt a bit guilty that he had been busy and fussing all over you for the whole day, and it looked like he wasn't going to stop anytime soon...all the gifts, the attentions, and now also all the food he was preparing for you with so much passion and love.

If St Valentine was about something, it was indeed about love, but also about giving and receiving. And you wanted with all yourself to let him rest for a little while.

"I still haven't done anything for you" you let him notice while you leaned with your side on the counter, reciprocating his witty smile when he raised his gaze up at you, seeing a light malice quickly glistening in his brown eyes, already knowing what he was thinking about: but his words betrayed your thoughts.

"You don't have to" Ezio insisted as he placed the last basil leaf on the pizza dough, looking at it proudly, then turning his smile to you, watching in amusement as you licked the lollipop.

"I must" you pointed at him with the candy in a playfully threatening way, him spreading his arms wide in a sign of surrender, carefully scrutinising both your face and the lollipop. Still sporting a mocking grin, he turned away, taking the trays where the pizzas were laid out and placing them in the oven. But you were shocked when he, as soon as he turned away from you, quickly stretched out an arm and swiftly took possession of your lollipop, putting it straight into his mouth, laughing loudly when you gasped in amazement.

He turned to the other side of the counter, untied his apron and threw it on a chair, then turned his gaze to you, who were still upset about your stolen candy.

"Mhh well then, what about you'll come here…" Ezio began in a nonchalant tone, gesticulating as usual as he sat down on the chair. "...and sit on my lap..." he tapped one of his thigh with his hand, never breaking eye contact with you, truly seeming like you had already forgotten about the way he stole your lollipop.

"...and you'll read aloud what there's written on those candies?" you followed his other stretched arm, seeing what he was pointing at: a white small bowl with many pastel coloured heart candies, on which there were written little wholesome phrases. For once again in that day your heart melted and your eyes lit up at the sight in front of you, happy of how much joy you both could find in small things such as simple heart shaped things, food, songs, candles and each other's kisses and presence.

"That will be your present for me. While I listen and watch you. Mh, che dici tesoro?" Ezio concluded with a suggestive tone, that charming smile still curling his lips up which always made you all giddy inside, him giving one long lick to the lollipop, winking at your flustered expression as to tease you even more.

Warmth rushed on your cheeks as you walked towards him and, placing one hand on his strong shoulder, you sat on one of his thighs, his hand immediately finding your hip, steading you. Stretching out an arm, you reached for the bowl filled with the heart candies, starting to take a look at the candies, humming as you took some in your palm, examining them.

"Even though those hearts will never properly show my love for you...it sounds perfect" you whispered near his ear, smiling before eating one of the candies, hearing him chuckle as he patted your thighs.

"That's my girl"

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｡･:*˚:✧｡ Translations

° Amore mio bellissimo = my beautiful love;

° Piccola = baby;

° Che dici tesoro? = what do you think darling?

#ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore x you #ezio auditore x y/n #ezio auditore fanfic #ezio auditore one shots #ezio auditore fic #assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed one shot #assassin's creed modern au #ac modern au #modern ezio auditore #valentine special #st valentines #valentine's week #modern ezio auditore x reader #assassin's creed fanfic #my writing

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Children of the Future: Shadows of the Past

Chapter 14: Why Didn’t We See This Coming?

Hiya guys! I’m sorry this chapter took so long to get out, my life has been a little crazy since December and I struggled a bit with this chapter. But it’s finally done 😁! The next chapter will probably take a while since I start school in February, and that will take up a lot of my time, but hopefully not! Anyway I hope you all enjoy~!

Sterling and Josele belong to @loosesodamarble and Leon and Solara belong to @thoughtfullyrainynightmare

Word Count: 3,708

Warnings: Mentions of bodily injuries, mentions of blood, character death

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The Black Bull's Hideout

It felt like time stood still as everyone just stared at the small pile of bodies that lied in the center of the room. It was like everyone and everything was frozen. No one moved, no one breathed, and for a moment Yami swore he didn’t see anyone blink. Until finally he heard Charlotte speak softly behind him.

“ Hana, Brielle, Lovely, I need you to take the younger kids outside for a while, alright?” She asked her middle child softly, but Hana shook her head.

“ But big sis-!” Hana began, but her mother quickly shook her head.

“ Hikari will be alright, so please just take care of the others.” She told her, her voice still soft, but it held a firmness to it. Which Hana knew meant that she was serious. Hana, Lovely, and Brielle quickly looked at each other before they began to usher the younger children out of the room.

As soon as the younger children left the room, everyone seemed to be snapped back to reality. Each parent rushed towards their child. Panic, worry, and fear laced their voices, eyes, and faces as they each reached them.

“ I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry! I only got the vision a few hours ago, and when I did, I rushed over here as quickly as I could since my communication device wasn’t working!” Sterling told them, panic in her voice as she rushed over to them. But Josele quickly shook her head as she cupped her eldest child’s face gently.

“ It’s not your fault Sterling, you did well,” She told her softly, a tender smile on her face. “ Do you mind going outside with the younger kids? I’m worried they might get into a bit of trouble if left unsupervised.”

The red haired girl nodded slowly before doing as her mother asked and running out the same door that the younger kids did.

Meanwhile, Yami quickly knelt down and carefully cradled Hikari’s cool and limp body in his arms. Her dark hair was matted with blood, her clothes were torn, and her skin was deathly pale and cool to the touch…he couldn’t ever recall a time when she was so cold. But she was still breathing, it was shallow, but it was there and that was what mattered.

He slowly looked up, he could hear the screams and shouts of the Bulls as they urged their children to wake up. But it all sounded so muffled to him. It was like his head was underwater. He could see Gordon and Henry holding Wendy and Alice tightly in their arms, with Zora and Josele trying their best to aid the girls as Nacht issued various orders to his four devils.

He could see Gauche holding Aloys in his arms, and hear his muffled shouts as Grey tried to use her healing spell on him. His grey eyes slowly moved towards where Finral and Vanessa were kneeling. The Spatial mage seemed to be in shock as he held Ezio’s body, while Vanessa was doing her best to try to snap him out of his daze.

But what pulled Yami out of his daze was Secre, who rushed over to the pile.

“ Rune! Rune, what are you doing here?!” She shouted in shock as she picked up her 21-year-old son.

Rune was the adopted son of Secre. She had found him outside the Hideout when he was 11 years old, and at first she was going to take him to the orphanage in Kikka. But the longer she was around him, the more he reminded her of Lumiere, both in appearance and in personality…and in the end she just couldn’t give him up. When he got his grimoire, he decided instead of becoming a Magic Knight, he was going to travel all around the world and see everything it had to offer. Secre was a little saddened, but still supported his decision.

But when everyone had heard from him two days ago, he was supposedly still in the Diamond Kingdom…so how on earth did he get from there to Hage village?!

Yami shook his head, that wasn’t important right now, right now they needed to get all of their kids to Owen!

“ Finral!” Yami shouted as loud as possible, making the other man blink and jump in surprise. “ Snap out of it and open a portal to the infirmary!” He instructed, and Finral quickly nodded.

He handed Ezio to Vanessa and Magna before he stood up, and with a trembling hand he quickly opened a portal large enough for everyone to fit through.

“ A-Alright! It’s open!” Finral shouted, his voice shaking almost as bad as his body was. But Yami only nodded before looking at everyone.

“ Josele, Zora, you two help Henry and Gordon take Alice and Wendy through the portal first since they seem to be in the worst shape! Vanessa, Gauche, then you two take Aloys and Ezio through. Nacht, you help Secre with Rune. Charlotte and I will be right behind you with Hikari!” Yami ordered, his voice calm and steady, despite feeling nervous and uneasy on the inside.

One by one, each Bull nodded. With Zora and Josele’s help, Gordon and Henry picked up Wendy and Alice and carried them through first. Then Gauche, Grey, Vanessa, and Secre received help from Luck, Charmy, Nacht, and Magna with carrying their sons. Finally, Yami, Finral, and Charlotte all quickly walked through the portal as well. Hoping beyond hope that Ezio had gotten the kids back to the Hideout in time.

When the group appeared at the infirmary at the Magic Knight Headquarters, they were greeted by Owen, who had a very surprised look on his face.

“ My gods! Cecil, get the other Healers in here quickly!” Owen had shouted over his shoulder, and his fifteen-year-old son quickly nodded before disappearing behind the double doors.

Soon, nearly a dozen Healers appeared before the Bulls. They quickly put the wounded onto stretchers and rushed them back behind the double doors, and when Hikari was placed onto the last stretcher, Yami looked up at Owen.

“ You better save them. All of them.” Yami growled, his tone serious and slightly threatening, but Owen didn’t even flinch.

“ I’m going to be blunt with you, Yami. They’re all gravely injured, so while we’ll do the best we can, if I were you, I would prepare for the worst…just in case.” Owen told him seriously, and as he and Cecil began to rush Hikari to the back, his eyes narrowed a bit.

Yami wouldn’t let go of Hikari’s hand.

“ Yami, if we don’t treat her now, her injuries will only get worse. So please trust me, and let her go.” Owen told him softly, his voice full of understanding, but Yami still didn’t budge.

Not until he felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder.

“ Yami,” Charlotte began softly. Her voice was firm, but he could hear a slight shakiness to it. “ We have to let her go now. The sooner we do, the sooner we get her back. So please…let her go.” She pleaded, her voice growing softer and softer and trembling more and more as the words left her mouth.

Yami felt his heart clench in his chest, and reluctantly, he let go of Hikari’s hand and watched as Cecil and Owen wheel her back behind the double doors. Only when they disappeared and were out of sight did his legs buckle, and he fell to his knees. He could hear the worried shouts of his squad members and his wife, but he ignored them and just stared at the double doors in front of him.

No matter how hard he tried, his body wouldn’t stop trembling, from both fear and anger.

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A few Hours Later, Infirmary at the Magic Knight Headquarters

Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock

The clock in the infirmary ticked as the Bulls silently waited in the infirmary halls for news of their children. Gauche was restless, so he paced back and forth down the hall, while Grey and Secre sat quietly in a chair beside Charmy and Josele, who was doing her best to comfort the woman. Meanwhile, Henry, Gordon, Finral, and Vanessa were both being comforted by Luck, Zora, and Magna. Further down the hall sat Yami, Charlotte, and Nacht.

What on earth happened out there? They were just supposed to be facing off against regular bandits, which they had done many times before, so how did they end up like this?

Yami ran a hand over his tired face as the memory disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. It didn’t make sense. Hikari and the other brats were all very skilled Magic Knights, and were more than capable of handling bandits on their own…unless…

Everyone jumped as they suddenly heard the door on the other side of the room slam open, their heads instantly turned, and their eyes widened as they saw Asta and Noelle standing there.

The two were slightly out of breath and their cheeks were red, proof that they had rushed to the infirmary. Their faces and eyes were filled with worry as they stared at their friend's troubled faces.

“ We came as soon as we heard!” Asta said as Noelle nodded in agreement.

“ How did you two find out so quickly?” Nacht asked with a bit of a frown.

“ I went to the Hideout to drop off Kaiyo, and I was stopped by Gimodelo. He said he and the other Bremen devils were tasked with protecting the area until you all returned, but eventually he let me through and Sterling told me everything that happened.” She explained, and the others nodded slowly.

“ Then Noelle called me with the communication device, and now we’re both here.” Asta said, and he watched as Yami sighed and shook his head.

“ You shouldn’t be here, brat, you have more important places to be right now.” He told him seriously, but the younger man shook his head.

“ It can wait. Vangeance said he would inform the other Captain’s and cancel the meeting and push everything back until tomorrow.” Asta explained. “ He also wanted me to tell you that he would come by at the end of the day.” He added with a small smile.

“ Have… you guys heard anything yet?” Noelle asked hesitantly, but Charlotte quickly shook her head.

“ No, nothing yet.”

“ That’s good, though, right? Don’t they say no news is good news?” Gauche scoffed at Noelle’s hopeful words as he suddenly stopped pacing.

“ Whoever came up with that line of crap wasn’t a parent,” He spat, his voice full of anger as he looked at her. “ Getting no news isn’t good. It’s pure torture, and I can’t take it anymore.” He added as he suddenly spun on his heel and began walking towards the double doors, but Nacht instantly stepped in front of him.

“ If you go in there right now, it’ll cause your son more harm than good,” Nacht began, his tone firm and serious. “ So if I were you, I would wait-.”

Gauche quickly cut him off.

“ ‘Wait’? Ha! That’s easy for you to say, since none of your kids were on that mission, and you’ve got nothing to worry about,” Gauche began angrily. “ Hell, despite their friends being in the squad, your brats hardly involve themselves in the Black Bulls!” Gauche continued, his voice growing louder as he grabbed the front of Nacht’s shirt roughly and glared at the older man.

“ Speaking of, why didn’t Sterling see this coming? Isn’t she supposed to know things hours, if not days, in advance? So why the hell didn’t she warn us about this sooner!”

“ It’s not exactly Sterling's job to keep tabs on your kids and their futures! Besides, it’d be too much of a strain on her to see the future of a whole group of people,” Nacht told him in an icy yet calm tone. “ And even if she could do that, it’s not like the future is set in stone.”

Gauche growled, “ So I’m just supposed to accept that my son got messed up and there’s nothing I could’ve done to stop it?!”

“ I think you will have to accept it, Mr. Adlai,” Nacht responded. “ Because whatever harmed the kids is done and in the past. It can’t be changed. It can only be dealt with in the present.”

Gauche shook his head, he didn’t want to hear it!

“ Shut up,” He muttered under his breath, his grip on Nacht’s shirt tightening. “ Just shut up you bastard!” He repeated, his voice having grown loud and angry suddenly.

As Yami and some of the other Bulls stood and began to walk over to the two, they all paused as they heard a door squeak open. Everyone in the hallway slowly turned towards the sound, and they saw Owen standing there.

And the look on his face sent everyone's hearts straight to their stomachs.

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The Crimson Lions Base

Loud bangs and bright flashes of light could be seen and heard throughout the training area of the Crimson Lion Kings base. Some thought maybe it was Lord Fuegoleon and Lord Leo dueling, or that maybe Lady Mereoleona and Lady Elenora were causing havoc and mischief as they trained together.

But instead, it was Lord Leonidas and Lord Alistar Vangeance from the Golden Dawn training together.

Servants, and Crimson Lion members alike, stopped what they were doing to watch the two young men go back and forth. They cheered, they gasped, and the women in the crowd squealed as the sparring session continued on.

Until finally Alistar conceded defeat to Leon, making everyone roar and cheer loudly with pride at the Lion Prince’s victory!

“ You know, our sparring sessions usually end in a draw,” Leon panted a bit as he walked over to where his friend was kneeling. “ So either you were going easy on me, or you’re distracted.” He added as he held out a hand towards his friend.

“ I totally went easy on you,” Alistar responded with a cheeky grin. “ It wouldn’t be right if I kicked your butt in your own base and in front of your entire squad.” He added as he took his friend's outstretched hand.

The young Vermillion pulled his friend to his feet with a small laugh and shake of his head.

“ So, shall we discuss what has you so distracted over a glass of water here? Or would you prefer a cup of tea in my mother's private garden?” Leon asked, emphasizing the word ‘private’ as he felt some lingering eyes from a few of the ladies staring at them.

“ Umm…I think a cup of tea in your mother's private garden would be perfect.” Alistar said as his face grew red. He could feel the women’s eyes on his back, and hear their voices and their giggles float towards him.

Leon nodded and began to lead his friend towards the garden.

The two sighed as they practically flopped down onto one of the stone benches that sat under the large tree in Solara’s garden. Both took a deep breath and sighed softly as the cool breeze washed over them.

“ So, are you planning on waiting until our tea gets here to tell me what’s wrong? Or will you tell me now?” Leon asked, and he almost chuckled when he heard Alistar heave another heavy sigh.

“ Geez, you’re almost as pushy as Hikari,” Alistar muttered before he rubbed the back of his head as Leon chuckled. “ Anyway, It’s just…something feels off today.”

“ What do you mean?” Leon asked curiously as he looked up from the porcelain cup in his hand.

“ Well, last night, my father told us that we would have an emergency Captain’s meeting because Captain Yami and Vice-Captain Nacht found some information on Cerberus.” Alistar began as he stared into the depths of the amber liquid that rested in his cup. “ But then, when I was about to go to the Headquarters, my father called again and said that something urgent had come up and that the meeting had been postponed until tomorrow.”

“ Maybe Captain Yami and Vice-Captain Nacht found more information? Or maybe Hikari and the others did while they were in Hage?” Leon suggested after humming in thought.

It wasn’t unusual for Captain’s meetings to be delayed. Sometimes it was due to schedule conflicts, and sometimes it was because Asta was either behind in his paperwork or because he had run off in search of new magic or adventure.

“ I doubt it,” Alistar said with a soft sigh. “ The mission Hikari’s on doesn’t have anything to do with Cerberus…” He trailed off softly, a frown suddenly forming on his face.

No…surely that wasn’t-.

“ Alistar!” A panicked shout suddenly echoed through the garden, Leon and Alistar both turned to see Phoebe Luftair running towards them.

“ Phoebe? What’s going on?” Leon asked as he and Alistar both quickly stood.

“ You…You need to go to the infirmary at Headquarters!” She panted as she tried to catch her breath and talk at the same time, Alistar and Leon glanced at one another before looking back at Phoebe.

“ What are you talking about? What’s going on?” Alistar asked, his tone serious, but it held a worriedness to it.

Leon stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on Phoebe’s shoulder.

“ Just take a deep breath, and tell us what happened.” He urged softly, but his voice was as serious as Alistar’s. Phoebe did as her friend said and took a deep breath.

“ It’s Hikari. She and the Black Bulls were seriously injured during their mission, and it…it doesn’t look good,” Phoebe said, her grey eyes staring into his blue ones to help convey the seriousness of the situation. “ You need to go. Now.”

Alistar felt his heart sink, and a cold sweat suddenly appeared on his skin. He could see Leon’s lips moving, but he couldn’t hear a single word he was saying, because his voice was being drowned out by the loud and anxious beating of his heart.

With a slow nod, he quickly used his plant magic to create a broom out of various vines, and flew towards the Headquarters infirmary.

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Back at the Infirmary

As Alistar rushed down the halls of the Magic Knight Headquarters, multiple thoughts and scenarios ran through his mind. Thoughts such as how could this have happened? How injured was Hikari and the others? Who had done this?

Obviously Cerberus was involved, but just how involved were they? Did they send a group up to Hage for the sole reason of attacking the Bulls? Were they already there to begin with? Alistar quickly shook his head, now wasn’t the time to be worried about that. Right now, he had something more important that he was worried about;

Hikari.

‘ Please let her be okay. Please let her be okay!’ He frantically thought as he grew closer and closer to the doors that led to the infirmary.

Until he finally rounded one last corner and saw the big wooden door that had the sign ‘Magic Knight Infirmary’ above it.

Alistar slowly walked up to it, his breathing labored, his heart still drumming loudly in ears. What would he see on the other side, he wondered as he slowly reached out towards the door.

His hand paused in mid-air. He hadn’t realized it until now, but his hand was shaking, no, his entire body was shaking. He quickly pulled his hand back and took a deep, calming breath.

‘ She’ll be okay, so just calm down, she’ll be okay.’

With that thought in mind, he reached out again and placed his hand on the doorknob and slowly pulled it open.

As soon as Alistar pulled the door open, he heard Owen’s voice.

“ Hikari, Aloys, Ezio, and Rune are all okay. But they all suffered from major injuries and electrical burns,” Owen began as he looked at everyone. “ Rune lost his left arm, Aloys had a gash across his abdomen along with a stab wound to the shoulder, Ezio was the least injured out of all the children. He had a more serious wound across his chest along with some minor ones across his arms and hands, but otherwise he was alright, and Hikari…” Alistar inhaled sharply.

“ Hikari had the most injuries. She had a bunch of minor cuts across her face, arms, and legs. She had a serious gash across her back, and a major stab wound to her chest. But despite that, they’re all alive.” Owen concluded, and a collective sigh of relief escaped from the Bulls and Alistar.

They were injured, but they were alive. Hikari was alive, and that was what mattered. Except…

“ What about Alice and Wendy? How are they?” Henry asked, his normally slow speech seeming to pick up a bit of speed.

Owen’s face suddenly became regretful, and his eyes grew sad as he looked at Henry and Gordon directly.

“ I’m sorry…but they’re gone.”

Owen’s soft voice seemed to boom loudly in the quiet waiting area. No one moved, no one even seemed to breathe…until finally a choked voice asked.

“ I don’t understand…what do you mean they’re gone?” Gordon asked, his normally quiet voice also seemed to boom loudly in the quiet space.

“ I mean…Wendy Agrippa and Alice Legolant didn’t make it,” Owen repeated, his voice gentle as he looked at Gordon and Henry. “ Their injuries were just too great. We did everything we could…” Owen continued, although he knew deep down that his words would give no comfort to them.

The room fell silent as everyone stood there in shock. Alice and Wendy…were gone?

Alistar watched sadly as the Adlai’s comforted Gordon, and Henry crouched down with Josele and Nacht at his side. The others also began to comfort them, as well as each other.

The girls weren’t only Henry and Gordon’s kids, they were also family to the other Black Bulls as well.

Alistar suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring at him, and when he glanced up he saw it was Captain Yami who was staring at him.

“ Give us a bit, will ya brat?” His eyes told the younger man, and Alistar quickly nodded and quietly backed out of the room.

As soon as he closed the door, he could hear loud, painful cries and sobs begin on the other side…

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day!

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Thank you TK for the ask!!!! Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut - author's pick!

So author's pick is a cruel cruel joke bc as soon as you sent that my head emptied of like. everything ever that i wanted to talk about 😂 and i could talk about a lot of things.

So! i'm going about this bit from Take the Photographs (and then like. The Bleeding Effect as a whole):

"[The animus] doesn't work like that," Desmond disagrees, shaking his head. "To pick up the skills you have to synchronise, and to synchronise is to invite them into your head to Bleed. Can't have one without the other."

So! Okay!! My kinda headcanon kinda How It Works in BTMTMIM for the Bleeding Effect, and the reason Desmond's all kinda fucked up about it.

There are 2 ways that the animus could work:

you watch your ancestors memories as like. a movie. 3rd party observer style

you experience the memories as though they're your own.

Rebecca is trying to move the animus towards the first way, to reduce the Bleeding Effect. But. okay. how much do you learn if you just watch someone else do a thing? i could watch martial arts videos all day and at the end i'd still be just as incapable as i was when i started. SO. Realistically the first way would achieve nothing to help train Desmond into a better assassin, which was the whole point.

Therefore, the second way, where you experience the memories as though they're your own, would be the way to gain the abilities of your ancestor. you'd build muscle memory off of their actions bc you're remembering them as your own actions. so it'd be functionally the same as practicing for the amount of memory-time that pasts. Kinda.

Which is where i come in with the sync thing. So obviously there's sync rates - higher is better, lower is worse. So the way i'm thinking of it is like. the more you can immerse yourself in the memory, the higher the sync and the more effective it is for learning shit, bc you move away from the 3rd party observer thing. but like. a memory is not only actions. it's thoughts and feelings. so the more Desmond sync's the more he feels like you is his ancestor, bc he's remembering the events as Altair or Ezio or Connor would remember them, and he remembers being Altair or Ezio or Connor. He remmebers being them. In that memory he stops being Desmond and becomes his ancestor.

And that? that lingers. right. so sure there's 25? years of memories rattling around in his skull in which he's Desmond Miles. But there's also like. a decade worth of being Altair, and fucking. 4 decades of Ezio and another 2? or Connor. and there's a part of him that is convinced that he was that ancestor for that time. they're his memories.

(Which is what fucked up Clay so bad. He could remember too many people and couldn't figure out who was who was when.)

Anyway. So. Desmond achieved high sync which meant lots of memories of not being Desmond. and so the Bleeding Effect is just. when his memories of Alltair or Ezio or Connor are more who he is than Desmond. for that brief instant. So now he's desperately trying to organise the memories into some kinda way? and hoping that if he can box it all up right, acknowledge each memory as whose it is as Desmond and make it Desmond's memory, rather than his ancestors, he'll manage to curtail the Bleeding Effect personality shifts he's dealing with.

And then there was this bit from You'll Find a Man:

"It's good to meet you," Booker says perhaps halfway down. He's moving better now, easier, the drugs having worn off a bit. "And no offense, Jack, but I'm glad to be out of your head." "You as well, fratello mio," Jack says, crooking a smile at the pale blue-gold figure. It's as good a name as any of his others.

which long story short, and was not have been 100% clear in the story, but Des got a new personality wholesale bc like. He's wildly fucked up and Desmond couldn't deal with being in That Room in Abstergo. Self preservation kicked in and he ended up just. remembering everything from everyone, (where usually the Altair/Ezio/Connor shift's only remember themselves) and accepted the new name bc he wasn't really any one of them, but all 4. bc all memories.

and That. spoilers. is going to eventually lead into my Fix for Desmond's fucked up brain problems, where he does get a handle on the Bleeding Effect. bc like. Clay did it... (Clay doesn't count he rend himself down to code and could rewrite his whole being if he wanted.)... actually. there is a hint of this eventual solution in When The Lonesome Whistle Cries. kudos if anyone can pick it out and draw the correct conclusion. I've been building towards this for fucking ever and cannot wait to get to it proper in the fic.

i'm actually fucking pumped to get that whole bit out, even though it's. uh. ???? idk when it's gonna happen but it's there. it's one of those threads i've been carrying along from the start. Apologies if any of my readers wanted to wallow in the uncertainty and angst of the if Des will ever fix his brain. spoilers, i guess?

Anyway. there you go. that's my mildly incomprehensible and incoherent rambling thoughts on the Bleeding Effect, as it exists in Bless This Mess This Mess Is Mine 'verse. Thanks for letting me talk about it!! <3<3<3<3

#raetttriestowrite #btmtmim #bless this mess this mess is mine #ask game reply #the bleeding effect #look i can talk a lot of shit about a lot of things #there are like. so many tiny little details that bare relevance somewhere somehow that i want to point at and vibrate #but the bleeding effect is probably one of my favs #the other is all the bullshit that's going on with the code #or Booker seeing the psychedelic greyscale shit is his Dreams #and the way Booker got kinda fucked up about Desmond's Dreams #or the reason Booker is blue while everyone else is gold #and i just reminded myself i still need to circle back to Nicky's conversations with Desmond in Chisnau #look basically everything i've written almost definitely plays into and supports something else somewhere #and i am 100% down to discuss All Of It #okay so.! thanks for the ask!!! i'm seriously going to stop now bye #<3<3<3<3 kjvahbvekiurjhbg;.ewh. ... <3

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