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*gives your AC bois mistletoe kisses*

Aw merci a toi aussi bonne vacances !

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Blood's Thicker Than Water (Platonic)

Made this cause I love assassins creed and I hate how they left the plot point about Desmond having a kid from a one night stand. Like sure there’s a comic for Elijah but let’s be real, who here has read that comic?

Sorry if any of them seem out of character, I haven’t played the games in a long while lol

Also thanks to my friend for streaming the games so I can get back into them lol

You never really met your dad but from what your mother described him as he was….a troubled soul

Now to be fair you’ve never exactly met Desmond Miles yourself but from the stories she told it’s obvious he had his fair share of demons

Some of which seemed to spill from the cracks of his soul from the short time she spent with him

A bartender is what he was, until he suddenly up and vanished from said bar in 2012 and died not too long after

It didn’t really make sense then even to your young mind

The gap between his sudden disappearance and death leaving too much unsaid for your mind not to be annoyed by

But as a child you eventually put the thought away

Eventually you forget

Instead going on to pursue your next whim as you focus on the present, or in your case Learning about the past in the present time

Unlike your fascination with your father that went away, your love of history never faded with time

It just seemed to grow the older you got

Your not sure why but something about history just clicked with you

It was somewhere within the range of middle school and reading national geographic that you had realized you liked it

That despite how some areas of it were bleak and disturbing it was interesting

And it got even more so interesting as you delved deeper into the depths of libraries

Nose buried in books lined with dust and old parchment

Yellowed pages and old ink that you carefully decode from centuries of lost meaning and metaphors lost to the modern age

You studied from the ancients all the way up to Victorian

Easing your way though literal centuries of historical records as you soaked up information like a sponge

And it’s there you vegans seeing an odd…repetition of events that seemed to occur

Odd assassinations plagued each era you looked into, all of which connected somehow by people in odd dress

In some journals that had luckily stood the tests of time you uncovered more eye witness accounts

A solider’s log back in the revolutionary war talking about an odd man meeting with his superiors in the dead of night

The diary of a log master who wrote of an odd frequent visitor that had an odd blade hidden beneath his sleeve

The drawing of a Victorian child being freed from a factory that had a hooded lady and man on the rooftop

I’m one you found a symbol, one created from the bottom perspective of an eagle skull, something also commonly associated with these hooded figures

What’s odd as well is that with these hooded assassins you also find traces of another group

One well know to historians such as yourself

Oddly enough the symbol of the Templar knights keep showing up even after their annulment

It’s odd, but what’s more odd enough is that both seemed to be tied to other historical artifacts

Ones well kept in archives and from the public eye

Ones you shouldn’t technically know about if not for you sneaking into sections your don’t have the status to enter

Their always gold with odd symbols. Somehow always pristine and polished despite the fact their dated to be from before ancient times

They for some reason seem to call to you specifically

Tempting you with forbidden knowledge you wish to taste like Eve

But for now you choose to wait until you can do proper analysis on them without the risk of punishment

So you lie and wait

Admittedly you didn’t think anyone expected for you to be this good at your job

In their defence you were a university student here on Co-op and not an actual full time historian

Hell you were in first year for gods sake

But somehow despite it all

Despite the fact you had actual historians and people in the history program years above you here you quickly began to become an outlier

A shinning beacon within the large archive, so much so that you began being allowed in the restricted sections you already snuck into

Mind you, now properly allowed there with some supervision of sorts gave you much more flexibility in research

You got to touch these artifacts

Hold them in gloved palms as silk covered finger glide across its edges and ridges

You study them extensively decrypting and decoding the ancient texts and hieroglyphs

Jotting down what you found in both a report and your own personal journal

Your not sure why you do so but you chock it up to making sure no one takes credit for your work

And this continues to the point your eventually allowed alone with them

It’s great

You dedicate yourself to this task as you learn more and more

Soaking up knowledge like a sponge as you find out more of what was previously lost

Find new angles and perspectives on events

For history isn’t just a set time and date, it’s interpretation based on what we know from sources

And even then sources can be biased

Sources can lie and silence another person’s view on the event

Your more than happy to try make your own interpretations

Admittedly when you were asked to study what looked to be a necklace from these unidentified ancient artifacts you were ecstatic

How could you not be?

Intricate gold woven in something akin to Grecian jewelry

Yet also had hints of something akin to Egyptian

It also…glows? Or at least you swear you’ve seen it glow gold and pulsate a few times but that could be the sleep deprivation speaking

Either way it’s an honour

One you don’t take lightly as you study it

Spending countless restless nights and days trying to crack its code

An unknown source has been funding the archive and your research quite a bit

Betting big money on it much to your surprise and suspension

You get that this is potentially something big but it feels out of left field

Especially since no one knows the name of the company

It’s just under an anonymous donation every month

It’s sketchy

But you aren’t one to argue about free money to further your and your colleagues pursuit of knowledge

Not when this beautiful place used to be underfunded

Not when most historical records were donated by people with a good conscious

Not when this place was almost shut down

With a sigh you continue on your work

Diligently tact checking and writing up a storm

Your writing looks like chicken scratch but that was a commonality between all history majors

Well, along with being giant nerds

And it’s there at that desk at 3 am in the morning, tired and only running on 3 hours of rest you find something peculiar on the necklace

A sharp jaded edge that you absentmindedly prick yourself on by accident

With a groan you wipe the blood away on your pants

Then going up to get a bandaid

You swore to god if you died of tetanus you’d be positively pissed

Unknown to you the necklace starts to glow

When you get home your more exhausted than usual

Your limbs feel like their kade of concrete and your head is stuffed with tissue

Eyelids trying to glue themselves shut

You practically kick off your shoes before tumbling to the couch

Not bothering in changing clothes or showering for the sweet relief of sleeps embrace

So you flop down face first into the old leather cushions of your couch

Only putting in the effort of fishing a hand to grab a throw pillow and blanket from nearby that you burrowed yourself into

A comfy cocoon/prison you couldn’t will yourself to leave even as you swore for a moment you heard something in the house

But your mind writes it off

Your too tired to question anything let alone get up

All you want is sleep

And that’s exactly what you get as your eyelids shut

You fall into the realm of dreams, odd ones playing out in your mind

Blurred images of odd men

A weird void-like realm

The cries of an eagle overhead

A single word appearing in your head

Kenway

And then your eyes snap awake when the sound of arguing fills your ears

Yelling of several male voices jumbling up your already fogged up sense as you practically fall off the couch in a mixture of fear and confusion

Curses escaping your mouth when suddenly the voices go silent and your left in a realm of fear

Hair standing on end as the creaking of the house makes you more alert

Despite the fact you’d never fought a day in your life you will up the courage to grab a baseball bat and cautious cross to where you heard the commotion

Careful steps on the non-creaky boards of the home that you’d luckily memorized

And there you find several men in old garb

Accents of Red tying them together like a string of fate

Or a trail of blood fainting their very existence

they turn to you with sharp eyes

It’s the one in modern clothes that surprises you the most

The face of your supposed dead father staring back at you

Ocher brown eyes that had long lost their life now rejuvenated as they seem to find familiarity in your own features

Some of which mirror his own along with some of the others in the room

The bridge of your nose

A all powerful spark in your eyes as they flick between everyone and escape routes

The way your lip slightly twitches when you try to keep a brave face

Your posture as you decided what to do

It’s all too familiar to him and them in a way that isn’t just coincidence

Especially not when all of them are Kenway

Not when he had been able to prove to them that fact through the experience of virtually living through their lives up until his death

“I’m not sure who the fuck all of you are but get out of my house.” Your fingers twitch and flex as your palms grow sweaty, the wood absorbing the pressure and moisture “especially my dead dad look-alike”

You all but confirm his suspicions

Their suspicions

And it looks Ike for you tonight will be much longer than you anticipated

Turns out that artifact you were studying wasn’t just as normal one

Neither were the other ones you looked at

The way they explained it as was their “artifacts from dead gods”, a fallen civilization that engineered humanity into being their slaves

It’s a lot to take in

Even more so when your suspicions of something bigger happening throughout global history with those odd deaths were real

Oh, and these were you dead ancestors and dad somehow back from the grave and now in your home

…..yeah safe to say that’s a lot to take in after an already very long and tiring shift

You sit there as they explain this, half asleep, and half exasperated

Cause how the hell are you supposed to believe all this bullshit that for some reason feels correct

Something in you tells you that their right yet your mind is fighting that logic

You’d always been a logical person, when it came to most situations you used your brain instead of your heart

And in those cases things ended up fine

But now your faced with this

A situation where your heart is screaming for you to listen as your brain tries to take this all in

Cause logic is completely out the window at the moment

For now you have to trust them even if your still afraid

I mean, how couldn’t you be?

But you get the sense that they understand

At least a little bit by how their also thrusted into a new environment without much say

Perhaps that (along with your own apprehension) is helping comfort them as well

So for now they’ll stay

Your just thanking (the dead) gods that grandma and grandpa’s old home is big enough for all of them

Altaïr Ibn-La’ Ahad

The oldest down the line of your dad’s side of your lineage finds himself often reading through your books in your study

It was a bit of a surprise one day entering it to find him sitting in a spare chair but you don’t mind the silent company

Especially as he seems to find interest in your studies

Occasionally he breaks the silence and asks you a question about the subject he’s reading about

He’s by far the oldest (even if he’s back in the body of his prime) of them therefore he’s the one who has the most figuratively to catch up on

So you indulge him

And also asks questions as well that he seems eager in answering

Knowledge connects you both, scholarly intellect being the bridge between the two of you despite centuries of time apart

Typically he asks about thinks such as modern life and what is know about his home, what happened to it? What it’s known of his era

You answer as best you can

Especially since that era of time isn’t exactly your forte

But he appreciates it anyways

Appreciates that you try, appreciates that you passionately care about history in the first place

Admittedly your mom was supportive but never understood your love of history

She’d listen to your rants and long conversations with a polite smile but you knew she never understood what you were talking about

But he does

He does and contributes whole heartedly in just as much passion

It’s nice

What’s also nice is that he’s studied the artifacts you now study as well

So now your both constantly coming up and developing ideas together

A constant back and forth

Hypotheses, discussion, and testing

Delving deeper into discovery like you’ve wanted

But with this he also helps you see where passion and obsession mix together

After the loss of his wife and son he delved into studying as a form of escape

It drove who was left away

Made the pit in his heart deeper

He doesn’t talk about it often but he seems to see how you may go down the same path

And he warns you of it

Unlike his younger self (that he now appears as) he’s wise if a little rough around the edges

He encourages knowledge but not to the point where it’s an all encompassing and toxic obsession

Within the household he seems to take a somewhat neutral but quiet role

He helps out and offers advice and guidance

Much like a teacher and grandfather of sorts

Speaking up when he has to and making sure the house doesn’t end up in disrepair

He seems to have a fascination with modern appliances, or at least holds a thankfulness for them

Like a few others he sticks to his robes most the time but you’ve seen him sport more modern clothes once awhile

Stuff still somewhat reminiscent of what he wore before but with a modern flare. Things with hoods and draping. Silks and wool. Something with an accent of red mixed in

Sometimes when you fall asleep in your studies you find a blanket draped over you and a cup of tea at your side

He won’t admit it’s him but he’s the only one who knows your tea preferences

He keeps his worry for you deep down but it’s somewhat relived when seeing that you take his warning of not taking the pursuit of knowledge too far

“It says here there was something called the “French revolution”. Would you care to explain what happened here to me?” He asks making you pause your work for a moment, when he sees your smile he knows your answer. Sure he read some of this book and got the gist of it, but something about seeing your eyes light up at his inquiry makes him feel at peace for a moment.

“Would I ever!”

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

This man is quite literally all up in your (and everyone’s) business

Not in an annoy way per say but he’s definitely curious about the lives his descendants have led (both good and bad)

Ezio is very clearly a family man and it’s somewhat ironic to see since half of this household has some sort of familiar issue

Most of which is some sort of daddy issue stemming from either Haythem or Edward that trickled down the line to you

Something that Ezio is seemingly trying to wrap his head around

Out of the others he’s the one who opens up the most

Partially because you think he misses his immediate family and friends

It must be a lot to handle being away from home, now in a foreign land where everything has changed

Despite that though he keeps a brave face

Almost always flashing a smile as he drags you from your study to have some “bonding time”

You won’t admit it to his face but you don’t mind

Especially as he gives your poor hunched over back a break

And treats your pallet to some good old fashioned (literally) Italian food and not cup ramen once again

He tried it once and threw your supply out, saying he’d be supplementing you with food from now on

You can’t exactly say your disappointment or upset from the heaven that is fresh baked garlic bread and pasta

He cooks not only for you but for the others of the house as well, saying his sister taught him lest he piss off his future lady

Taking in their suggestions and cooking foods from their homes as a way of him offering comfort

Whilst he does these tasks he often hums in his mother tongue of Latin

You don’t have the heart to tell him it’s a dead language

Especially when he seems so happy that you can somewhat understand it

He’s happily rambling and teaching you words

Helping you sound out phrases and pronunciation correctly unlike your Latin professor

Some of his songs he lightly sings under his breath get stuck in your head since he has a good singing voice

But despite the facade you see the cracks

Sometimes you find him looking at modern objects mumbling about how Leonardo would have loved to see this or made something similar

Or how Claudia would’ve liked this book

How Petruccio would have loved this toy

It….leaves a bitter taste in your mouth

Once upon a time you felt this same type of longing for family

Once a time you thought of you dad before going to bed and staring at his old Polaroid with hope

One that would never come to fruition (until now)

It’s why you indulge him, to keep his mind off the deeper plunge of melancholy

Compared to the others he’s relatively open to modernizing

In fact he seems somewhat excited in these things

Raiding your wardrobe like a damn fashionista and critiquing what’s good quality

He also has a wide variety of looks, not sticking to something similar to his time of dress

Versatile and somehow up to date? Your not sure how but somehow he’s in fashion?

Like he must’ve found a copy of vogue or something cause there is no way he just guessed that this was the new trend

When you pressure him on it he replies that he’s simply that amazing

You call bullshit but have yet to find evidence

But in the meantime you ask get him to tell you about Da Vinci and you furiously jot down what he says

Sometimes when he looks at you he sees flashes of Claudia’s quick wit

It makes him long for home yet as he looks at his descendants and ancestor he also feels….something

A small pit of warmth developing as he gets to know the inhabitants of this house longer

Meet Altair besides through a weird vision

His home is in Florence yet that feeling of comfort from the Villa is bleeding into these old (yet new) walls

“So this painting is his most famous work?” He asks looking at your computer with a bit of confusion, his scared lips quirking at the digital image.

“Yeah. This is actually probably the most famous painting in the world”

“Really? Of all his works this one is considered the best? I’m not doubting his skill but of all his pieces?”

“Believe me, I get it. It’s only this famous cause it was stolen”

“Stolen?!? Tell me who did it! I swear-”

Edward Kenway

For someone who was a feared pirate on the seas he’s surprisingly much less violent than you’d think him to be

Sure, he’s scary as hell still but at least he’s not stabbing you in the back and making off with your grandmas pearls or something

Still your a bit unnerved by him considering you did a project on him back in middle school and he’s now in your home

Munching on some god damn biscuits as if this was a normal situation

His son Haytham avoids his as best he can but he seems to bond with his grandson quite easily

Or more easily than he does with Haythem

It takes some time but you eventually go to him when you find him awake at the dead hours of night

A whisky bottle in hands as he occasionally takes a swig in silence as he stares out the window

You don’t talk

You don’t need to when he drinks in silence for awhile staring at the moon before eventually talking about the guilt

In his pursuit of power and gold he let people die

Greed woven into his soul as he sacrificed good men for his cause

He changed and did good yet his past haunts him

Hands stained red

Guilt eating away

A son who doesn’t want anything to do with him

At some point when he stops his rambles you speak

Reminding him that while his actions weren’t good he changed

It doesn’t wash the blood away but it stoped more from staining his hands

Though Haythem avoids him Connor is more than eager to fill his place

It doesn’t fix his overlying problems but it does help

In the morning he ends up talking with you more after this as your initial fear melts away

You end up seeing Edward Kenway, not the fiercesome captain of the Jackdaw

You see a man burdened by past mistakes and still wishes to do better

You see a human being at its core

With history it’s easy to forget the people your looking at was once alive and a breathing being

One who was just as flawed as you and I

But seeing a infamous pirate captain cry about issues pertaining not just time him made you remember that

He isn’t opposed to modernizing but seems to keep a certain sea-like touch to his appearance

Clothes for labourers and something loose is what he normally sticks to

He’s lucky though since he doesn’t exactly have traditional robes and can incorporate what he appeared in with a modern flair

Occasionally when he gets drunk he slurs out old shanties and talks about his epic tales

You might or might not have freaked the fuck out learning that James kidd was actually a woman

Mind blown

Ezio and Altair had to drag you away from your computer from writing an entire essay

Sitting on your countertop he holds a glass of whiskey in hand, one held out for you as you sit down beside him. The moon casts its gentle rays and lights the marble slab you both sit on. “I prefer Rum but this’ll do” it’s said in a playful tone that makes you nod and take a sip.

“I can grab some captain Morgan later…speaking of which, did you know him?

“No, but I did find a few of his things laying about “

“Care to tell?”

“Aye, sure thing”

Haytham Kenway

As the only Templar in this house it’s safe to say he’s definitely the outlier of the bunch

A relative lone wolf from the group that all hold some sort of Ill feelings towards him

From his father its confusion and sadness

The others it’s a mix of that and anger

From Connor it’s just plain…well your not quite sure how to describe it

The two’s entire family situation is just plain messy and thick with tension that their blades could cut through

But here’s the thing, in this house your also an outlier

A neutral zone so to say

Hell, the entire house seemed to be a haven of sorts from their whole Templar vs Assassin conflict

To be honest you don’t really care about this secret war

Well that’s a lie you are interested in these war of secret societies but you don’t specifically care to get involved in their politics

Not when you have business in interfering in it unless a fight breaks out and your telling everyone to calm the fuck down

So safe to say your kinda the only one who talks to Haytham

He is…well sometimes he’s a bit of an ass (in the British type of way) but at the same time he’s good conversation

Specifically when it comes to that of morals and philosophical beliefs

He is a conflicted man

A flawed one

But he holds his beliefs and morals despite the fact he’s been hurt and betrayed by a man he viewed as a mentor

He doesn’t talk about it much but he’s still hurt

Still seething with venom that burns his soul and flesh

Makes him want to lash out despite his upperclassman appearance and attitude

That despite it all he loves his son, so much so he willingly walked into what would be his death knowingly

That despite what happened he loves his dad yet can’t face him yet on account of what he became

What ideals and morals he still believes in even now

It’s perhaps he’s venting this to you rather than a journal because he knows you won’t judge him unfairly on the basis of what side your own

Your judging him as a flawed man and as an equally flawed person

It’s with him as well you open up about your own frustrations

How you still don’t know how to feel about this all

The fact that a lot of what you once knew was flipped on it’s head

Along with the fact your not even sure how to address your dad

It’s an entire mess but perhaps your both messed up together and that also draws you both to talking

To discuss your feelings of insucurity and confliction

To feel comfort that your not alone in not having your emotional shit in order

On some especially…emotional nights you both both have a cup of tea

He seems to enjoy that each time you use a different type, much of which used to be hard to obtain due to shipping and it’s prices

He hasn’t really yet grasped modern technology but your slowly helping him with it

It’s kinda like trying to teach a grandpa to figure out a phone, but now it’s him with the concept of a microwave

Like some of the others he’s yet to really also change his clothes to something modern

There has been a few times though he sported sweaters and vests

Your now working on helping his wardrobe since he prefers a sophisticated look

Occasionally he looks at the photos that line your walls, looking as you evolve through the ages

It’s…odd

With Connor he never had the chance to watch him grow

Never a snapshot to immortalize what he was like a child but now ones of you litter the walls like paintings

He feels melancholy

Yet at the same time he’s happy to get another chance maybe

One that is seemingly being helped by your gentle hand unknowingly

“I never thought about it until now but the stars are different” he says taking a sip of his matcha tea, he lets it pool on his tongue and experience the flavour. Not his favourite but not the worst

“That’s cause of light pollution here…though the stars do move so it it’s possible they’ve shifted position in the sky”

“Do they teach you about the stars in your schooling?”

“Yeah I took some. Not sure why, it just kinda spoke to me. Maybe it’s the Kenway blood”

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway

Of the group Connor is the most quiet and surprisingly the one whom you connect with the best for some reason

Perhaps it’s cause your both socially awkward in ways that let you relate

Or the fact you’ve both been ostracized by society for various reasons

His company is that of a quiet one but one you accept it with ease as you both sit and enjoy each others company

A quiet kinship made of unspoken but understood words from one another

The reminder that someone else is there and your not truly alone

He is perhaps the one you feel you can understand the most

And it’s the same likewise for him

Your both people deeply hurt and still bleeding internally

People raised by only their mother in a cruel and harsh world

People who were let down one way or another by their father

People who are still mad and angry but use that to further their determination

It’s odd but you feel truly understood

Like your soul was peeled back to reveal at your core your still a lone spirit lost in the world

One clinging to what they know as their only lifeline in this confusing and jumbled mess of a situation

The hulking 6 foot 2 man shows you trails near your home

Taking to the forest paths you’ve know your entire life and helping you discover even more about them

And while he does this he teaches you more about the world as you both walk the old beaten path

He tells you how to identify what type of tree is which, which stones are likely geodes and what tracks belong to who

It’s honestly petty interesting especially since he adds snippets of stories from his heritage

In return you talk about what you know as well

Snippets of your own knowledge that he seems to store into his mind just as you do with his stories

An equal exchange of sorts

On these walks you begin to notice he takes you out on these when your at your most stressed

The times in which your mind is overworking and consuming itself with anxiety

The times in which you need to breath

Connor doesn’t seem like one to vocally express his care but he does so through action

Small inconspicuous actions that mean a lot more than what meets the eye

It’s seems that his towards you is helping you when you need it most

Taking you away to just take a moment for yourself

To just breath in the fresh air and let the sunset coloured leaves of autumn crunch under your boots

Letting the cold breeze take away your worries

It’s perhaps better than any type of verbal support

Yet another unspoken action of care and compassion through knowing and watching

Of watching and knowing when you need a break

When you realize this and give him a small tired smile as a thanks he seems to know

Only giving a small nod with a minuscule smile of his own

It only grows bigger when you begin to ask him if his traditions, of the stories and practices of his people that he’s more than willing to tell when he knows you ask out of genuine curiosity and respect

Connor is somewhat 50/50 in modernizing

He adapts quite well but still needs help with certain things as he navigates the situation

But like usual he is anything but resourceful as he watches what you do and figures it out

He helps the others quite a bit with what he’s picked up and somewhat takes pride in the fact he can help them

Whilst he’s privy to wearing his robes he isn’t against more modern clothes

The only problem though is sometimes finding stuff that fits him considering he’s not only a giant but also fairly muscular

But your both eventually able to find some stuff for him to wear that he likes

He really appreciates though that you try to buy clothes and jewelry from nearby indigenous peoples

It might not be his but he appreciates the sentiment and familiarity that the beaded jewelry give him

“I’ve lived here my whole life and walked down these paths a thousand times yet it seems more like your the local here” you say with amusement as you follow Conner through an area you’d be never been before.

He smiles, it’s small but there as he adds “just a matter of perspective. You see the paths your used to and I see ones you hadn’t noticed”

Desmond Miles

Yeah so this is entirely awkward for you

Like how the fuck do you emotionally deal with this and the fact your very dead dad who didn’t know you existed till now is now very alive

And living in your house with his very dead ancestors that are also now alive

Case and point you don’t, specifically you ignore the problem and act like everything is fine

You lock yourself away and try to avoid him like the plague

Somehow Scurry past him and into the kitchen to grab something before returning to your abode to eat

But then things got complicated

Things change

You began talking to the others

Slowly coming out the darkness of your study and joining the dinner table

But you still try to avoid him

It feels like the sight of him burns your mind, all those nights as a kid coming back to you

The hope and then disappoint in learning he died and that he likely never wanted you

Your mother never said this but the other kids did. They always teased and picked at the fact you were a mistake

It’s why you push so hard now to be the best, To prove them wrong (to prove to yourself that your worth existing)

The fact is that now he’s here and you don’t know how to deal with that

How would you even start?

What do you even say to him?

You quiet down when he enters a room because you don’t know what to do

Whatever your about to say dying in your throat like a caged bird and all that came come out are garbled noises as you evade him

Eyes casting down to your hands like a child averting their gaze from their parent when in trouble (he is your dad so it’s the same thing right?)

Leaving the room he’s in as quickly as you can once a take is done

The others notice quick, I mean how can’t they? A damn butter knife can cut through the tension

The whole thing with Haytham and Connor is less tense than this

But what can you even do?

How in thick do you talk to him and how can he even talk to you?

Your 18 and in university, he’s 25 and was a bartender in New York before apparently sacrificing himself for the world

He’s closer in age to being a big brother rather than your dad.

But even besides that he’s been long dead and gone since 2012

It’s been years since that point and more importantly he’s someone important and your not

He’s an assassin born to a bloodline of other assassins

Someone who was raised in this tradition with greatness not only in his origin but also in his death

And your you

A child born from a one night stand who’s only achievement is being good at knowing about old people

It hurts but it’s true

If he’s a star then your a candle compared to his light

A mere blip or spark to the greater picture

There had been times he looked like he wanted to say something but you scurry away before he can say anything

Sometimes you catch the looks and small gestures Ezio tries to make as if to encourage him to go up to you

How Connor sometimes brings up to you how he wishes for reconciliation with his dad and that perhaps it’s possible with your own

Altair not beating around the bush and plainly telling both him and you to talk

But it all feels for naught and dies when those feelings and thoughts return

But eventually he corners you

Well not really corners you per say but he catches you as you leave your study after a talk with Altair

“Listen I don’t have any grudge against you. For one you died, I’d be a dick if I blamed you for that or your decision to save the world and whatever. Second you didn’t know about me in the first place” you say briefly looking up at him before averting your gaze, he looks like he wants to say something but he can’t get a word out before you continue “but you don’t have to act like my dad or anything. You never asked for me, it was a mistake, I was a mistake and I’m fine with it.” (Your lying to yourself)

You leave before he can get a word out, and he’s left alone in the hallway. When he returns to Ezio he just sits down in silence. It’s enough for everyone to know I didn’t go the way he wanted.

Admittedly when you begin to notice odd figures at the achieves you write it off

I mean it could literally be anyone plus the supervisors aren’t making a fuss about them here

If anything their welcoming them and looking at them with hopeful eyes

Small glances full of opportunities in them

It’s odd but maybe their just some non-profit here to support the archive

Or even private benefactors of sorts

But then they turn their attention to you

Plastic smiles on their faces, artificial pleasantries as their main spokeswoman sits in front of you in a slick suit

Her stilettos tapping against the ground as your eyes trail to her bodyguards of sorts

They stand not too close nearby

Watching

Waiting

And then she begins talking

And slowly you grow more and more uncomfortable

Hands playing with one another, fingers twitching in your palm as crescent are indebted in your skin

They apparently are interested in your findings

In your research

But more specifically you

They’ve researched you…a lot

Down from where your mother was born to her great great something grandfather

And your father

…but that’s not public knowledge

It wasn’t even on your birth certificate

This….this isn’t

She smiles though now the darkness melts away into something more knowing

Dangerous and sadistic of sorts

And it’s there on her little pin showing her name you recognize the logo

Within your house you’d vaguely heard whispers of the others talking in hushed tones

You didn’t mind

The less you know the better in that sense

Out of sight and out of mind

But sometimes you’d hear the mumbles of a name that you didn’t put together until now

One spat with venom just as they did with the word of the Templar

Abstergo

You barely have time to react before your black bagged and sufficiently knocked out

Mind drifting to that of panic

What would happen to you?

What will happen when the others find out?

But then those thoughts fade away into the dark void of sleep

When you wake up things are odd

Everything is a sterile white and too bright for your foggy sleep tinged eyes

The room is blurred as is your senses as you weightlessly drift

Everything feels odd

And then it happens sharp and pure pain that leaves you writhing and screaming into the void

And that’s when you notice that white light had left and your in a void of sorts

Empty glitching effects all around you as your left to look around in confusion until you see something

A memory? Specifically one of your memories

Your staring at a simulation of sorts of your past self

A 8 year old in their bed with chubby cheeks pulled up into a melancholy smile

You recognize this moment, your small hands holding a picture that had long been put away into a scrapbook and forgotten

Your left wordless and confused

And then that bitch’s voice appears again and she explains

This entire thing is a simulation of your memories

And essentially their gonna go through your head picking through them to not only learn what they want but then use you as their lab rat cause of your bloodline.

Cause apparently memories of your ancestors could be accessed that way and it was generally easier to have a descendant rather than finding objects and artifacts

And it’s there in that simulation it feels like your mind is being ripped apart

Memories ripped from your mind to play out in front of you as she makes comments and documents them before their forced back in and another is ripped out

Like book having pages torn out and then crudely stitched back in

It hurts so damn much

Over and over

Your just left in screaming again on the ground of this simulated world as she makes idol comments

Left begging for it to stop

For someone to help

For the love of god someone help you make it stop

Of course this would happen to you

You’ve always had shit luck despite your whole family motto being “make your own luck”

What utter bullshit

You can’t make good luck from bad

Can’t just change things when the scales are already tipped one way

But then like a miracle from above she goes quiet and suddenly the memory is gone

And your left in the void still reeling from it all

Still on the glitching ground before once more white encompasses your view

Blinding and bright as your still recovering

And then an unfamiliar voice tunes in

“Your safe” it’s heavily accented, in an Irish twang that’s soft as he says these words to you. A reminder that your ok now, it’s over. “Can you walk?”

You try to look at him with squinting eyes yet they still can’t adjust, your limbs feel heavy like solid rock. Unmoving even as you try. With some difficulty you shake your head

“Aight, I’ll have you carry you then. Are you alright with that?”

“Just get me out of here…please. I just want to go home, I miss my family” it sounds pathetic but as tears begin to fall the stranger doesn’t seem to think Ill of you.

“Don’t worry, I get what that’s like.” The tone is sympathetic and like before is soft “you’ll be home I no time, I promise”

You think for a moment before responding “I trust you”. For a second you feel him go still at that before he picks you up.

For awhile there’s buzzing alarms and panic as your saviour gets you out whoever’s you were taken too

There’s not a moment of silence as he sharply runs and dodges past what you think to be gunshots

Occasionally he grumbles something but for the most part he seems calm

Composed despite the chaos of it all

So much so that it makes you wonder if this is an average Tuesday for him

There’s so much shout and yelling for your already pounding head

But sometimes the yells are silenced as the sound of a blade cuts it short

Footsteps far behind eventually stopping

Sirens getting more and more distant and allowing you and the man to breath

It’s there in the pocket of silence you learn his name

Shay

It sounds familiar, like really familiar yet you can’t put your finger on it

Either way your grateful because how can you not be?

Your away from that place

Away from the torture of having your mind picked apart like a lab experiment

Having the privacy of your memories looked at and prodded

But now your somewhat okay

Your eyes feel weird, your vision feels weird like it keeps switching between something

Your at least somewhat able to walk though it’s unbalanced

but Shay doesn’t seem to mind

He offers an arm that you cling to for support

A kind smile on his face as he makes sure you didn’t injure yourself further

And then you notice his clothes are….old

Like Haytham and Connor level old

And…shit

It’s halfway home through the trails you recognize due to Connor that your vision changes

The world feels bigger as if your third eyes opened or something

Shays figure and presence is highlighted in a clover green

And perched nearby is another green figure, one waiting for a good moment

Shay follows your sight before promptly having to duck out the way from a knife that flies at his head

He pushes you back behind him, you stumble back vision switch between monochrome and normal as someone else grabs you

Instinctively you almost yell before realizing who was now helping keep you steady

And the other person now attacking Shay

“Connor! He’s good! He saved me!”

“He’s a Templar!”

“So is Haytham and you haven’t killed him…again have you!”

At that Shay pauses, turning to look at you with confusion as Connor stops his attempt as slitting his throat

Ezio on the other hand helps you up but keeps a firm protective grip

Watching Shays movements like Connor in apprehension before the two settle down and stare at you for more detail

Both waiting on your word

“He saved me and today has been a long ass day-“

“You’ve been gone for 4 days”

You pause momentarily at that before adding “long 4 ass days of having my mind literally ripped apart. Can we please head back to the house and settle this there? Thank you”.

The moment you get back your almost immediately tackled to the ground by a familiar white and red hoodie wearing absent (dead) father

It’s….odd but nice

Desmond (still feels too awkward to call him dad) is holding you like a lifeline and you notice bags beneath his eyes

He looks like hell

But none of the others are any better either

They all like positively exhausted yet light up when seeing your safe

Your home

It reminds you of your mom when you returned home from school

The long work day evident on her brow but her smile lighting up the room at the sight of your face

It’s no different compared to then except for the fact they all (except Haytham) then protectively pull you away from the nearby Shay who’s being glowered at by Connor

Safe to say it’s a little awkward until you somehow pull free of Desmond’s death grip hobble your ass between the two lone Templars and Assassins

A long discussion having to take place between them all as you not only explain what happened but also it seems you all forget one crucial thing

It seems you forgot about your mom’s side of the family

Whoop de Doo you have more things to process and so does everyone else here

Specifically Connor and Haytham Because before apparently knew (or know of) Shay

Great, another complex relationship in this household like there needed to be more of that

But with this entire situation it also highlights something bigger

Your not safe

None of you are safe

Perhaps you never truly were

And that in turns leaves you with the difficult decision of what to do next

Because In this difficult game of politics between two ever warring groups your a neutral force

You wanted to stay that way but unfortunately fate had other plans

as your drug into this game your left with limited options of sides for not only yourself but for the others who seem keen on following you

Even the two (former?) templars seem to follow your decision

So When Des…er your dad suggests finding his old friends it seems like the best option

It’s either that or be kidnapped and prodded again and who knows what abstergo will do to everyone else (even one’s that once upon a time we’re on their side)

Besides, he says you’ll get along well with someone named Shaun so It can’t be too bad

So he sends out a message and you leave the home you find yourself look at with melancholy

It stopped being a home when mom died but now it seemed like it was just that again

Only time can tell what will bring upon you next

But….you think you’ll be ready for whatever is thrown at you when you have this odd group of family at your side

The expression of blood is thicker than water never really held much weight since you only ever had your mom until she was gone

But maybe you understand it a bit better now

#platonic #assassins creed x reader #assassins creed imagine #desmond miles x reader #ezio auditore x reader #ezio x reader #altair x reader #connor kenway x reader #haytham kenway x reader #shay cormac x reader #edward kenway x reader

[jacobfryes-hoe]

period headcanons

A/N: Altair, Arno, Edward, Ezio and Jacob with a significant other on their period.

Disclaimer: gifs are not mine! mentions pain and menstruation.

Altair doesn't have much knowledge of periods but tries to understand what your going through.

he does his best to comfort you, even though it's not his forte.

he will go to the shops for you, but wouldn't have a clue what to buy, he'd be in the right aisle but wouldn't know what products to get and would just buy one of everything because he is too proud to ask for help.

tries not to snap back when your period makes you irritated.

brings you plenty of water and nutritious food to help you feel your best.

Arno has quite a bit of experience with periods because of Elise, so he knows mostly what he's doing.

he will bring you whatever you want if that be treats from the cafe, cuddles, blankets etc, you name it and he'll have it there as quick as possible.

If the pain got too much Arno would get you some painkillers and a hot water bottle to help and if that doesn't help, he'll try to distract you from the pain by reading to you or doing your favourite hobbies with you.

doesn't mind your mood swings.

would spend the day with you cuddling and eating treats.

Edward loves using your period as an excuse to stay in bed all day eating junk food.

he doesn't really know how to deal with mood swings, they put him on edge and he probably would just stare at you with a blank expression or offer you food to see if that will cheer you up.

will fetch you painkillers, food, drink and anything you want.

Ezio spoils you when you're on your period, constantly reminding you how amazing you are, and showering you with both affection and treats.

would cook his mother's recipes for you.

will and loves to cuddle up with you.

does his best to help with the pain, whether that is getting you a hot water bottle, running you a nice warm bath or just getting you painkillers, he's on it.

is very patient when it comes to your mood swings.

Jacob is the best for cheering you up with his stupid jokes.

he can't cook for you but will buy you your favourite snacks from the shop.

same as Edward, he loves using your period as an excuse for spending the day in bed.

doesn't really know much but tries his best - asks Evie for advice.

confused by your mood swings but isn't annoyed by them and is easygoing about them.

is very sympathetic when it comes to the pain, will make you tea in bed and cuddle up with you to comfort you.

#assassins creed #assassins creed x reader #jacob frye x reader #jacob frye #edward kenway x reader #edward kenway #ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore #altair ibn la'ahad x reader #altair x reader #altair #altair ibn la'ahad #arno dorian #arno dorian x reader #arno x reader

[imma-write-stuff]

Bayek, Ezio, and Altair Gets An SOS Note From Their AFAB S/O That Their Pregnant And Stuck On A Mission

*Gets Flashbacks of Khemu's death,*

Bayek will send a reply letter telling you to go somewhere safe and he'll cover for you. He lost family once, he's not letting it happen again.

"Whatever you're doing, S/O, stop, go find a place to hide, I'll send someone to fetch you."

After the mission is over, you apologize and admit you didn't know. Bayek would pull you into a hug.

"Don't scared me like that again,"

It'll take a bit for him to calm down, but once the fear is gone, joy will appear on his face. Becoming a father again is something Bayek pushed aside for the Hidden Ones. He's happy to have a second chance.

Ezio's eyes would nearly pop out of his skull as he scans the words.

"Amore Mio! I'm coming!"

Ezio will travel if he has to, once he finds you, he'll ask if you're ok. He'll take you to a place away from what you're doing and takes over. He'll have everything for you to rest.

After all and said is done he'll return to you and cuddle with you in bed. He'll place his hand on your stomach it hit him with a ton of bricks. Ezio is going to be a father.

He's not sure what the future will hold but he swore to protect you and your child.

Wait till he lets his mother, sister, and uncle know of the news.

Puts down the letter and goes to find you right now. As soon as he finds you, Altair will help you complete the mission. And get you out of whatever you're in.

He'll ask a doctor/midwife to check on you and the baby's wellbeing. He didn't want anything bad happen to you.

You were given the all clear, you were still in shock to just find out your with child.

"Don't worry I'm here,"

Altair gently grasp your shoulders and kisses your forehead, he was clearly shocked himself.

"I shouldn't gave you this mission, I'm sorry."

#assassin's creed #assassin's creed x reader #altair x reader #ezio x reader #bayek x reader #altair ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ezio auditore x reader #bayek of siwa #bayek of siwa x reader #x afab reader #cw: pregnancy

[etherealsdreaming]

When They See Her Naked 💜

Altair Ibn La’Ahad

💜 It was another average day under the syrian heat of the sun to the kick of sand as you fought off your opponent. After a few hours you called it a day and headed to your bedroom, closing the door and pulling off the many layers of clothing to your person. Unknown to you, Altair laid on your bed, reading, then watching as you stripped in front of him. You sighed and turned around stopping in your tracks as he raised a handsomely dark brow at your reaction. Your body finally catching up with your mind you ran towards the window curtain covering your body and sending out demands of his reason for being here. He stood up, setting the book down on the bedside and said, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen…” He walked towards the door and stopped; looking over his shoulder he continued, “or to be embarrassed about…. You’re beautiful…” Leaving the room with a gentle closing of the door you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You didn’t know if you were insulted or honored by his comment only that he sent a deep red blush that covered your body.

Ezio Auditore

💜 You arrived back at the base to report your findings. But when Ezio saw the amount of blood covering your clothes he rushed to check you. You assured him it was not your own, he sighed in relief and offered you his room to get cleaned up in. As you finished bathing, unknowingly Ezio set a new pair of clothes by the bed when he saw your beautiful naked body climbing out of the bath with water running down those long curvy legs. Before you could even notice his presence he hid behind the dressing screen. He couldn’t help but take a few glances, worried at first; that you may have lied because of your pride. He was relieved you were unharmed as the only sight he saw were the curves, soft creamy skin and the beautiful sized breasts your body possessed. And at the moment you turned away; he quietly snuck out to get some fresh air and imagine all the things he could do to please you.

Connor Kenway

💜 Joining Connor on a long journey; you both decided to find a place to camp out for the night. While he went out to gather firewood and set up camp; you left to the river close by to wash off all the dirt and blood from your earlier encounter with red coats. Then you heard a movement in the bushes, scaring you you let out a scream. When Connor heard your scream he dropped the pieces of wood and ran towards the river, looking around he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of your bare naked body before him. When you turned around at the sound of shuffling feet, you attempted to cover yourself up. Both a blushing mess he turned away from you. “What happened?” “A-a animal in the bushes… It’s gone now, you can go…” He nodded and left silently. For the rest of the evening you both were put in awkward silence at the occurrence that happened earlier.

Arno Dorian

💜 Being best friends with Arno provided a sanctuary of safety. So when you got injured on a mission he immediately requested a doctor to the cafe and refused to leave your side till you were completely healed. He only left after you persuaded him to go on the mission the council was asking for. When he was finally gone on a mission you slowly got out of bed and attempted to start undressing for a bath. Unfortunately, he arrived home early and inquired your reason for walking about. You insisted your need for a bath and when it didn’t look like he’d win, he sighed and offered to help. Despite being close and him not knowing your feelings; it didn’t stop you from being self-conscious. But you appreciated when he tried not to stare and when he removed your clothes and helped you into the bath. Later he came back with fresh clothes and a towel. Drying your legs, he accidentally looked up when you spoke to him; leaving you only to embarrass yourself more and almost tripping when you attempted to grab the towel, he handed it to you and looked away blushing. “You’re beautiful…” in return you blushed and shyly replied, “Maybe I should finish this myself…” he nodded and walked out the door. It was something you both tried not to talk about afterwards.

#arno dorian #altair ibn la ahad #altair x reader #arno x reader #connor kenway #connor kenway x reader #ezio auditore #ezio x reader #assassins creed #ac preferences #ac unity #ac 1 #ac 2 #ac brotherhood #ac 3 #ac headcanons #ac imagines

[recreationalfanfics]

All u gotta do to get away from Altaïr is hop into the nearest body of water since he can't swim. Just tread water and watch him pace and freak out from the shore

This made me ugly laugh, omg-

LITERALLY ALTAÏR JUST STANDING ON THE SHORE LIKE A DOG WITH AN ELECTRIC FENCE AROUND HIM. Imagine everytime his darling is mad at him, they just swim out into the water and stuff and he just yells at them before he's all: "WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS."

Or, like, he just has a fucking row boat at the ready and he's all: "You have until the count of three before I row you back to land." and you threaten to capsize the boat in response.

#IMAGINE YANDERE GRANDMASTER ALTAÏR HAVING YOUNG ASSASSIN'S ROW HIM TO HIS DARLING WHEN THEY ACT LIKE THIS AND CALL IT TRAINING. #Altaïr: This is a very important skill to learn for whenever your spouse ACTS LIKE A C H I L D. #yandere altair ibn la'ahad x reader #yandere altair x reader #altair ibn la'ahad #altair ibn la'ahad x reader #altair x reader #yandere assassin's creed x reader #NO BC HOW DID THIS NOT OCCUR TO ME- #assassin's creed x reader #couple things yk?

[demigoddessqueens]

How would Altair, Shay, Basim and Arno react if their pregnant assassin/templar reader tries to go on a mission?

Ty 💕

You got it nonnie 😘😁

Masterlist 10

Altair

Will be VERY upset/annoyed because how could you be so reckless and careless!! He lost someone he thought he had a chance of life with, but now with you, it’s even more precious and hopeful for once and he’ll never stop fighting to protect that

Shay

His fiery temper will most likely rear its head because why would you think going on mission is a good idea ??

If this is during his Assassin-turned Templar arc, his frustration stems from wanting to protect you if others tried to use it as leverage against him

Basim

Sit back down, you are not going anywhere! Yes he knows you are more than capable of fending yourself and he trusts you, but Basim doesn’t trust others that easily, and he knows no mercy will be extended if someone hurt you or his unborn child

Arno

He will be very upset with you, considering all the loss he faced in life, like it would very much be a teary-eyed argument (on his end) with you both.

Once the dust settles and you two get a chance to talk, it’s more of addressing and soothing the fears Arno has from his life. He adores and loves you so much, and his heart couldn’t take it if you were gone.

#assassin's creed #inbox requests #assassin’s creed x reader #altair ibn la'ahad #altair ibn la'ahad x reader #my writing #headcanons #altair x reader #altair ibn la’ahad #altaïr ibn la'ahad #shay cormac #shay cormac x reader #shay patrick cormac #writeblr #basim ibn ishaq #basim x reader #assassins creed basim #arno dorian x reader #arno dorian #basim ibn is’haq #arno victor dorian #ac basim #basim #assassin's creed mirage #Assassin’s Creed i #ac1 #ac rogue #assassin’s creed rogue #ac unity #assassin’s creed unity

[rea-grimm]

Grim reaper Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad

You ran at night as long as your legs could handle. You knew he was after you. You turned the corner and looked back. He was there. He was standing on the roof of a building, the full moon illuminating his silhouette. A figure in a white hood and tattered white cloak that shone in the darkness like stars in the sky. You blinked, and he was gone.

You started running again. You've seen him several times in the past. Always moments before someone died. Sometimes your eyes met, but he didn't notice you any more on his hunt. However, today was different. You were his next target.

The longer you ran, the more you felt your strength draining. You got tangled up in a cluster of carolers and tried to sync up with them and get out of sight. You tried to catch your breath and tried not to attract unnecessary attention. 

You were walking to the next house when you noticed him. He walked along the other side of the street, scanning all the people around him with his penetrating golden eyes.

You held your breath and had to control yourself as best you could when he passed your group so you wouldn't reveal yourself. As soon as he passed and you gained a small lead, you ran again and turned into the alley that led away.

You ran through the gate that led to the park. You meandered through the trees until a pond appeared in front of you with a small island in the middle, to which a narrow, dilapidated footbridge led. You ran over it, into the woods and hid in a hole that was masked by a bush.

"You can hide, but you can't hide from me!" you heard him say as he passed you. You didn't want to wait here for your end and decided to act. You took the rock and threw it at the first pier. The noise attracted the grim reaper, who went to check it out with his sword drawn.

You ran in the other direction towards the narrow footbridge where the competitions were mostly held. It was risky, but it was what you needed. You crossed it as quickly as possible, helping yourself with your balance with your hands. You shot out of the park and headed back into the maze of city streets.

You ran through several streets. You were about to run into the main street when you saw a flash of white before someone grabbed your arm and pulled you back into a smaller street. 

You bumped your back into him and felt his hand on your neck. He brought his short sword to your stomach with his other hand.

“Your time is up,” he said seriously, increasing his grip on your neck. The tip of his sword slowly dug into your stomach.

“No, please,” you whimpered, trying to wriggle out of his steel grip. But in vain.

“Try begging more,” he instructed you.

"Please, I don't want to. Please,” you begged, squirming.

"And why should I spare you? Kings, and world leaders, all begged. Everyone wanted a second chance. They didn't get her. Why should I spare you?” he asked you.

“Because… because…” You tried to come up with a good reason because he must have heard a lot of them in his endlessly long life.

“No reason, hmm? What a shame,” he said and you felt his breath on your ear.

“Please,” you begged, closing your eyes. The grim reaper loosened his grip on your neck and his blade retracted as well, only to switch hands. You now had the blade at your throat and his other hand was around your waist.

“I love it when you beg,” he purred into your ear before kissing your earlobe. At that moment, he also let his short sword disappear. He enveloped you in small kisses before turning you to him. From the ear, he went to the cheek, the jaw and finally the neck, where the prints of his hand were still visible.

“Altair,” you moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You really have no reason to live?" he asked you when he stopped kissing you.

“I do, but I didn't want it to get to your head,” you replied with a smug smile.

“Cruel,” he grumbled before kissing you.

“That's for how rude you were,” you retorted. Even now you could feel his hands on your neck.

“I'm sorry about that,” he mumbled and gave you a big hug.

“Well, I don't know if I'll forgive you,” you played offended, pulling away slightly and turning your back to him.

“I already apologized,” and he kissed your neck where his fingerprints were still. "Don't be angry," and he showered kisses on your neck. “A little revenge for that stunt with the footbridge,” he said between kisses before turning you back to him. You couldn't resist anymore and gave in to him.

"How about we continue at home?" you asked as you pulled away for air with red lips.

“Agree,” he replied before taking you in his arms and disappearing with you like steam over a pot.

Assassin's Creed Masterlist

#assassin's creed x reader #altair x reader #altair #assassin's creed #grim reaper Altair #grim reaper

[reddeaddamnation]

Some nicknames the assassins give you in their native language

Or at least ones that I know of ...

Basim ibn ishaq

Rouhi

Eivor

min måne og stjernene

Alexios

Kardia mou

Bayek

Shamsi

Altair ibn la'Ahad

Aomri

Ezio Auditore

La mia vita

Arno Dorian

Ma petite chaton

Shay Cormac

Doli

Jacob Frye

Poppet

#assassins creed #basim ibn ishaq x reader #bayek of siwa x reader #eivor x reader #alexios x reader #ezio auditore x reader #altair x reader #shay cormac x reader #arno dorian x reader #jacob frye x reader

[roxyvegs]

altaircapella headers, zodiac academy series.

like or rt if u save

ps: sethcapella de malu rs

#sethcaleb #seth capella #caleb altair #seth x reader #caleb x reader #sethcaleb x reader #altair x capella #altair x reader #capella x reader #seth capella header #caleb altair header #quotes altaircapella #zodiac academy #zodiac academy quotes #altaircapella quotes #sethcaleb quotes #comfort altaircapella #comfort sethcaleb #caroline peckham #susane valenti #caroline peckham and susane valenti #book zodiac academy

[yasashii-leaf]

Altair or Ezio with an inventor s/o who is an absolute gremlin and always been inventing things and then having to eventually rescue their gremlin when those things blow up?

#my art #y/n #reader #assassin's creed #altair x reader #altaïr ibn la'ahad #Altaïr ibn la'ahad x reader

[aralezinspace]

Hide in Your Lips

~AO3~ Altair/reader, smooching to hide

Kinktober prompt: first kiss

Kinktober Masterlist

The busy hum and chatter of the market in the morning was something you knew you’d never tire of. The air was still cool, a pleasant contrast to the warmth of the sun on your face as you set out your wares for the day- baskets, small pots, and a few textiles, along with some sweets you had managed to make the night before. 

You had circled around to the front of your stall to neaten up your display when you heard the distant shouts of guards. You briefly looked up, but ignored it for the most part- the guards were almost always shouting about something. But then your attention was captured by the confused shouts of your fellow vendors above the rhythmic slapping of running feet. 

You turned around just in time to see a man in hooded white robes drop from a ledge above you, landing in a crouch, light on his feet like a cat. Dark eyes flashed beneath his hood as he rose to his full height, muscles coiled and tense, ready to fight or run. 

He snarled to himself when he heard the guards yelling at the far end of the market. You froze and watched him quickly scan his surroundings for a way out, a place to hide. 

Then, his eyes locked on yours.

Before you could process what was happening, he had grabbed your hand, yanked you back behind your stall, and shoved your body against the building at your back. You let out a soft grunt, your knees almost buckling. Your heart positively raced in your chest and your entire body trembled as the man in white- who you now knew to be the Assassin the entire city was looking for- covered your body with his. 

“I pray you forgive me,” he growled softly, his fingers curling and biting into your shoulders. You had barely taken a breath to ask why he wanted forgiveness, and his lips were on yours, warm and insistent. 

You squeaked at the intensity of his kiss, eyes wide and the breath stuck in your throat. Your hands briefly flailed before settling on his biceps with a gasp. The Assassin continued to kiss you as he watched the street out of the corner of his eye. Your eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment as you melted into the unexpectedly incredible kiss, but then snapped open when the guards’ yells grew closer. Just yards away from your stall by the sound of it.

Your lips parted just long enough for you to take a gasp of air and then he was kissing you again with just as much passion and intensity as before. This time, you let yourself get lost in the sensation- his lips were slightly rough and chapped as they moved against yours. They parted slightly every now and then, but he never moved to deepen the kiss. One hand moved from your shoulder to cup the back of your neck and tilt your head so he could press into you even more. 

When the guards had disappeared and you finally parted, you were both panting for breath. A red flush had suffused your cheeks, and the Assassin was staring at your lips as if seriously contemplating kissing you again. His hands fell to his side and he lowered his gaze, almost reverent. 

“I am in your debt,” he murmured softly. “Safety and peace be upon you.” 

He turned to leave. You shouted “Wait-” wanting to at least ask his name. But by the time the word left your mouth, he had already vanished into the crowd. Your eyes darted back and forth, looking for the tell-tale white hood, but he was gone, as if he had never been there at all. Your fingertips ghosted over your lips where you could still feel the remnants of his kiss, and you wondered if you would see him again.

#Assassin's Creed #kinktober 2023 #altair ibn la'ahad #altair x reader #my stuff

[jacobfryes-hoe]

How about Altair and Ezio w a vigilant fem s/o like Example DC & Marvel heroes?

A/N: here! Hope you enjoy, I know it isn't much but I didn't really know what to write :)

Altair

Altair admires how careful you are.

Comforts him to know that you are aware of your surroundings.

Admires how much you know from just watching your surroundings.

Finds it cute when you get excited seeing something that interests you, but won't admit it but you can see the little smile that tugs at the corner of his lips.

Ezio

Is happy to know that your aware of your surroundings like Altair.

But does feel bad that your constantly on alert which makes him even more protective of you.

Not because he thinks your unable to protect yourself but wants you to relax and feel safe.

Loves/adores how much stuff you notice and remember.

Like how you notice everything he takes interest in or how you point out something you notice while walking past that sparks your interest - he finds it adorable.

#assassins creed #assassins creed x reader #altair ibn la'ahad x reader #altair ibn la'ahad #altair x reader #altair #ezio auditore #ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore da firenze #ezio x reader

[etherealsdreaming]

When You Both Realize You Love Eachother 💙

Altair Ibn La’Ahad

💙 You: The mission was simple. Splitting up you would take care of the lieutenant and him the captain. Meeting at the rendezvous point you waited anxiously for his arrival. When he finally climbed up you sighed in relief. He asked if you succeeded. But before you could get a word out you saw the guard pulling back the bow. Panicked and desperate, you pushed Altair to the ground and laid atop him before it could hit. He looked at you in question then to the side, while your focus remained on his; he rolled over, atop you and threw a throwing knife at him. You were in a daze and a blushing mess as it happened all at once. Standing up he forcefully pulled you up and along with him as you both headed towards the Bureau. Arriving without anymore witnesses he turned around and lectured you for spacing off. Not paying attention you started to understand why you felt so panicked when it came to him and your lack of focus. Even when furious at you, you couldn’t help but be consumed into those amber eyes of his as your heart beat faster at your proximity to him.

💙 Him: After becoming the new mentor he could never understand why he was so inclined in having you help him rather than attend missions by yourself. It was only when you helped him with his paperwork much to your dismay in wanting more missions did he stare at you in wonder. As he watched you focused in on your work he found himself drawn to you and wanting to say something, anything. He started to realize the possibility of his feelings as he hasn’t felt them in such a long time till you came into his life. That’s when it all changed and he wants nothing more than to keep you by his side.

Ezio Auditore

💙 You: You joined in on his mission by being displayed as a couple to gain information. Despite your protests of dancing he pulled you to the dance floor. You were anxious never the best at dancing, seeing this his thumb rubbed circles along your back reassuring, he said to keep your eyes on him and nothing else. You did exactly as he said and found his slow and easy pace helping you adjust and eventually it almost seemed as if everything around you disappeared leaving only you and him to exist. As you continued with the steps, keeping your eyes locked on him, you found yourself blushing and realizing those feelings you thought you left behind once were real and true even to this day.

💙 Him: It was after a dangerous mission when you helped Ezio’s injured body onto the bed. Soaked in his blood you panicked about the amount he lost and refused to leave his side despite the doctor ushering you out. For weeks you cared for him through his fevers and pain. Even when he awoke at last you helped feed him, change his bandages and regain his strength. Being his greatest strength against it all. It was only when Caterina made an appearance did he hear your angry voice. Sitting up wincing at the pain in his side he slowly got up and shuffled his way to the hallway. He watched as you yelled at Caterina about the way she has treated him and the fact she never once came to visit him, care for him like she did in his weakest moments. Caterina gave a horrified yet angry expression, turning her heel and walking away. As he attempted to move back to his room he heard you rush towards him to help. He stared as you fussed over him and apologized for disturbing his rest. But in his mind he started to wonder, hope and question himself. All this time he has followed and vyed for another woman’s attention and left with many lonely nights and heartbreaks. With none more caring and attentive as the support you have given him today. He realized how blind he was before and now hoped to return those actions with his own and that maybe just maybe he would finally have someone to love.

Connor Kenway

💙 You: You were taking your time exploring the forest and most importantly practicing your climbing skills. But after a few hours of not returning home did Connor come looking for you. Startled by his voice you misstepped and found yourself caught in his arms. You blushed at the close proximity, sheepishly looked at him. Slowly he let you out of his arms and headed home in complete silence. It was then you started to realize the reasoning behind your feelings and actions as of late.

💙 Him: You joined Connor on his sea explorations. As he took command of his ship he looked down admiring the way the wind blew through your beautiful tresses. He saw the wonder in your eyes and the smile plastered on your face. Lost in thought he soon heeded what everyone has told him, the very love he had for you.

Arno Dorian

💙 You: Completing a mission rarely goes as planned. So when you find yourself being chased, pulled into a small hiding spot and pressed against Arno does the atmosphere change. You lean your head against his shoulder, breathing him in as his arms encircle your waist, keeping a watchful gaze out for danger. In that very moment you find your heart stuttering with a longing for him is when you knew you fell deep.

💙 Him: Getting rejected by Elise was one of the most painful experiences aside from losing you as a friend. Drinking away his sorrows in the memorable place of Versailles, until when he encountered you. Slowly he found himself taken care of by the very person he used to call friend. But it was only now that he started to realize all the longing he’s held deep within his heart was not for her but you.

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[recreationalfanfics]

Yandere Assassins + Their Darling Being Scared of Them (pt.1)

Summary: How do the assassins react when they find out that the object of their affection is absolutely terrified of them and just wants them to leave them alone? How would they try to fix it or do they see opportunity in their fear?

Altair Ibn-La'Ahad:

You are a plague on his sanity and the bane of his existence. If anything, he should be scared of you and this hold you have on him. His every being craves to be near you to the point he watches from afar as his arms desire to be wrapped around you, his thoughts imagine you in crowds and leave him with a dull pain when he sees you are nowhere to be found, and regardless of all that; his soul yearns for you and his heart aches when you flee from him. Because of how passionately he feels towards you that he becomes cold to you and honestly rather annoyed that you cause him to behave this sort of way. Therefore, you believe you have offended him and that every time you catch his eyes staring at you with such intensity, you feel unsafe because you think he's plotting your demise. Altair is a mix of resentment and frustration.

Resentment towards both you and himself. He resents the way you make him feel but he hates knowing that the very sight of him causes you to shrink and flee. He feels frustrated because he wants to convey that he has no intention of harming you, that it might be better for the both of you if you called him 'yours' and he call you 'his', but it only serves to confuse and unnerve you further which he understands. He wishes that he could just grab you and pull you into a passionate kiss that'll make you understand his frustration, desperation, and devotion. He won't because he is aware that it would upset you further but he wishes he could.

Instead, he tries to get you used to him, making earnest yet begrudging attempts to assure you that he does not wish to kill you in your sleep, but also becomes frustrated (mostly with himself) when it proves to be fruitless. Regardless, he will not give up because he is stubborn in his pursuit of you and it will only be a matter of time before you yield to him and his love.

Ezio Auditore:

It's certainly a surprise to him when he finds out that he intimidates you. He was so incredibly convinced that your shy glances and adorably nervous behavior around him were because you had a crush on him but rumors of his history with romance (if you could call it that) simply prevented you from taking the leap into his arms. Hence why he would try to get you alone and romance you but when his sister makes an off-handed remark about how creepy he is with you and he asks her to elaborate, his delusions are broken and he is absolutely baffled to hear that you, in fact, fear him. The next time he approaches you, he now sees the look you gave him that he mistook as 'shy affection' was actually blatant distress.

He feels bad for misreading you and is desperate to set this misunderstanding straight. So when he once again corners you, you expect him to be once again close for comfort and flirt with you but this time, he's incredibly respectful and very genuine. He feels embarrassed but when you become more relaxed the more he explains himself, he starts to feel better seeing you not so apprehensive around him. Then he finishes off by asking you what he can do to remedy this.

"Ezio, I really appreciate you recognizing my discomfort and apologizing, and I think the best way we can remedy this is if we simply just don't interact with each other."

"...Che??"

So it appears that a new misunderstanding has grown; you forgive him for intimidating you but you think the best solution is that he should leave you alone. Which very much conflicts with the goal of making you his spouse and spending every moment of his life admiring and adoring you. He smiles softly at you, knowing that trying to deny you after his apology would make it seem fake, but now it seems he must overcome another problem. But don't worry, Ezio won't give up until you realize you both are meant to be.

Ratonhnhaké:ton:

Ratonhnhaké:ton recognizes his feelings towards you are anything but normal and that he genuinely does not blame you for being intimidated by him but it does still hurt when he eavesdrops on you telling one of the women on the Homestead about how unsettling you find him. How his gaze always falls on you, how he seems to always hover around you whenever you need help, and that while you do appreciate it, it has happened way too often to be considered a coincidence. He's more surprised that the OTHERS don't really notice his behavior and stare at you as if you were the one with the unhealthy obsession.

To be fair, Ratonhnhaké:ton is the least threatening Yandere to his darling. Maybe he stalks but he is respectful and keeps his distance and he tries to be polite and treat his darling like he would anyone else, albeit a bit awkwardly, but he is aware of the darker side of his feelings and tries to resist them. However, at the end of the day, he is just a man in love and while it does have some twisted undertones, there is no denying that he is genuine in the pursuit of your affection and that he does want you to be happy.

In fact, YOU might end up being the one who feels bad because when Ratonhnhaké:ton apologizes for making you feel uncomfortable and promises to be more mindful in the future, you feel like you owe him an apology because of the puppy eyes he gives you. When it comes to Ratonhnhaké:ton and his feelings for you, it's mostly an internal struggle with himself and his unhealthy obsession, and you just so happen to be collateral damage in that battle.

Edward Kenway:

Also understands where you're coming from, he is not a good person and his obsession with you is incredibly unfortunate but unlike his grandson, he isn't nearly as noble trying to resist his urges. It's not that he doesn't care about you or your feelings, especially because he does yearn for you to love him unconditionally, but he is just so damn possessive over you and you're not even his lover. With all the fights he starts over you and how his yandere tendencies flare up when someone so much as says your name in a way he doesn't like, he is aware that he scares you. You never asked for this, he can tell in your eyes that you wish he would just disappear when you look at him, but he just can't resist you nor the way his heart aches to be with you.

Edward might also kinda take advantage of the fact you fear him by scaring you away from other people. When you push someone away for the first time, worried that Edward might do something to them, it's like a switch flicks in his brain. Again he won't hurt you but when he asks you who it was that you were talking to, you immediately plead with him and tell him not to do anything, and he can't help but soften because he knows you'll keep your word. Because you're a good person who cares about others and he'll softly caress your face before promising you that he won't do anything as long as you promise never to go near that person again. Not only that but when you start to touch him and be affectionate with him whenever he becomes upset to try and appease him; giving you the illusion that you have some sort of control over him when in reality; that is not the case.

Yes, he is weak for your touch and will allow himself to lavish in it as you timidly beg him not to hurt someone but that doesn't necessarily mean he'll do it, even when he "promises" it to you. Especially if that person hurt you or tried to 'steal' you away from him. Edward is painfully aware that you don't do this out of love but once he narrows down your options and isolates you for a while; maybe one day your fingers won't tremble as you run them through his hair and that he can kiss you without feeling your tears run down your cheek.

#tw yandere #yandere assassin's creed x reader #yandere assassin's creed #altair ibn la'ahad #altair ibn la'ahad x reader #yandere altair x reader #yandere altair ibn la'ahad x reader #altair x reader #yandere ezio auditore #yandere ezio x reader #ezio auditore x reader #ezio x reader #yandere ratohnhaké:ton x reader #ratonhnhaké:ton x reader #yandere connor kenway x reader #connor kenway x reader #yandere edward kenway x reader #edward kenway x reader #I FEEL LIKE I CAN NEVER WRJTE ALTAIR AND EDWARD WELL #yandere ac x reader

[demigoddessqueens]

I wonder if Altaïr or Haytham would know what to do with a completely chaotic good S/O. Like... Cat level chaotic good. Like the cat from Coraline chaotic good. Helpful but completely not controllable. Definitely will commit a crime if it helps people. ADHD dialled up to 12. A bundle of pure, undiluted sassy chaos

Omggg 😆 gonna give these men heart attacks

Altair

Given his stern yet sometimes arrogant personality, you two are as different as night and day. Although sometimes he can be reckless in his younger years, so that’s also something you two have a common

But you are an anchor to him when it’s necessary and keep him grounded where it counts

Knows you’re his better half and when everyone else disagrees with him, he seeks you out

Plus you can dish out the same sass he has too 😆

Haytham

Like his aforementioned ancestor before him, you two are also just as different but complement each other so well.

He appreciates your insight to any matters he has concern over.

Also, your witty nature comes in handy too along with his dry humor and remarks

Sometimes he thinks you deserve better (than him) but he never says it out loud whenever you’re around because he also doesn’t want to separate from you

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