#Brasidas Fanfiction

[author-morgan]

@rigshak asked for a Brasidas paragraph and the words just kinda came (and you know I can't just write a single paragraph lol)

Brasidas x fem!Reader

The night is young, though Anthousa has already given you leave of the Porneion—a reprieve you’ll gladly take after the chaos that engulfed the city. Lighting lanterns and candles, you turn to pour a cup of wine but are taken aback by the Spartan general standing in the doorway—his dusty red cloak damp from the summer rains. “Brasidas,” you greet when he enters, barely able to hide your smile upon seeing him—unscathed by battle and handsome as he’s ever been. He’s only ever come for conversations in the past—to learn about the Monger’s dealings. His men were never so scrupulous, but Brasidas of Sparta is nothing if not honorable in every aspect of his life. But with the Monger dead, he must return to serve Lakonia elsewhere.

He says nothing, only strides forward and seizes your face in his callous hands. His grip is firm—that of a leader’s—but not unkind, and his thumbs run along your cheekbones, committing your face to memory. Brasidas. You aren’t sure if you’ve spoken his name aloud or if it is only a whisper on your tongue, lost to a sigh when he cranes down. You barely have time to catch your breath before his lips are on yours—urgent and unyielding, as though he’s warred with himself over this moment since he first laid eyes on you all those months ago.

His kiss is raw, filled with longing. Your hands find purchase on his sides, drawing him closer. The scent of rain and sweat clings to him, mingling with myrrh and beeswax. Brasidas deepens the kiss, fingers threading into your hair as he tilts your head, demanding, taking more—just like a Spartan. He pulls away too soon, his breath ragged, and his lust-darkened eyes search yours to gauge whether he has overstepped. “I should have done that sooner,” he murmurs, voice rough with restraint and regret.

Silence stretches between you for a long moment. The candle and lantern light casts golden shadows over his sharp features, catching the scars on his face and arms. You reach up, hand cupping his cheek, fingers carding through his beard. This night, sans armor, the warrior in him is softened into something almost tender. Almost. He is still Brasidas—unyielding, disciplined, just as the agoge and battle taught him to be—but now, there’s a glimmer in his tawny eyes, and it’s unbecoming of a Spartan general. “Then why didn’t you?” You ask.

His jaw tenses, his hands still cradling your face, slip to your shoulder and neck, unwilling to let you go as if afeared you’ll somehow vanish—especially when he gives his answer. “Duty.” The word is sharp and decisive, but there’s a wavering in it, a hint at the battle he has fought within himself. One that has finally brought him to you. “Sparta comes first. It must.”

You almost laugh, having expected that answer, but it does little to quell the ache blooming in your chest. His lips part as though there is more he wants to say but cannot bring himself to. His honor has always set him apart from all the others. Even now, you know his honor wars with the longing—unacted on—between you. “But not tonight,” you murmur, almost a hopeful question, daring to trace the edge of his jaw, the raised scar on his cheekbone.

Brasidas’s eyes darken, and, for the first time, you see something akin to a crack form in his Spartan resolve. “No,” he exhales, the word heavy with surrender—desire. “Not tonight.” And then his lips find yours again, slower this time—carefully—and deeper, too. Tonight, he is a man savoring his first and last taste of something he knows he will never have again.

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[jpdoingwords]

Hunger, Desire, Anger, Roads

A collection of short pieces of writing and some art associated with characters (including OCs) and events around The Good Spartan, as it's currently published and alternative versions.

These include threads taken from the original version of the fic and reworked; alternative points of view which develop characters who necessarily have no voice in the published fic; and a variety of other exploratory pieces set within this AU. They're all part of the framework around which The Good Spartan grew - and continues to grow.

This collection will be added to over time as I work through what I have and start writing new pieces.

This was intended for the Brasideia and I accidentally published it instead of saving as a draft LOL oh well! May as well mention it today anyway :D

The title is taken from the poem Ars Magnetica by Pablo Neruda , translated by Alastair Reid.

Further specifics under the cut :-)

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Major Character Death Category: M/M Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types; Assassin's Creed RPF; Ancient History RPF Relationship: Alexios (Assassin's Creed)/Brasidas (d. 422 BCE) Characters: Alexios (Assassin's Creed); Brasidas (d. 422 BCE); Original Characters. Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added; Shorts; Cut Scenes; Poetry; Additional scenes; Love; Grief/Mourning; Loss; Alternative Perspectives; Alternative Endings; Some pieces address Brasidas' death hence the MCD warning; Art; OCs. Language: English

[my-soliloquy-chamber]

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

The story follows Kassandra and Brasidas through the events of the game and beyond.

[ghostlycircaea]

I was going to wait a bit longer before posting but I changed my mind so here's chapter 1 lmao

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Alexios (Assassin's Creed)/Brasidas (d. 422 BCE), Kassandra/Kyra (one-sided), Alexios/Others (mentioned), Kassandra/Others

Characters: Alexios (Assassin's Creed), Kassandra (Assassin's Creed), Phoibe (Assassin's Creed: Odyssey), Brasidas (d. 422 BCE), Nikolaos (Assassin's Creed), Myrrine (Assassin's Creed), Stentor (Assassin's Creed), Barnabas (Assassin's Creed), Herodotos | Herodotus (c. 484-425 BCE)

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe, Alexios raises Kassandra and Phoibe, Found Family, Stentor was adopted before Taygetos, Overprotective dad au, No Deimos

Summary:

When Alexios had staggered to his feet after being thrown from Mount Taygetos, he believed himself to be the only one to survive. But stepping over the priest's corpse towards the bundle of blankets beyond him proved him wrong.

Nearly a decade and a half later, the relative safety they had found in Kephallonia was quickly vanishing. With Kausos burned to the ground and the cult having found them once again, the list of reasons to stay was quickly dwindling. When the opportunity to board the Adrestia and never look back presents itself, Alexios, with Kassandra and Phoibe in tow, takes the chance.

[kassidas2fanfiction]

Love is just a kiss away | Kassandra & Brasidas fanfiction

[sneak peak of chapter 13]

 "Brasidas, … I… -" She begins unsure, closing her palms as she feels them sweating. 

His unwavering eyes light up as they meet hers. The sound of her voice calling out his name give him all the strength he needs to make the first move this time. Her unease is the additional push for him to close the gap.

 Without a moment’s hesitation, he closes the distance and cups her cheek smiling at her. His move is enough to make her freeze on the spot. She looks up at him, her stare betraying her surprise and hope. He lowers his head, and their lips meet.

[Read more on ao3]

[brasideios]

The Good Spartan, the Poem Version?

While I’m at it… back in April of last year, I wrote a kind of poem version of The Good Spartan? Kind of from Alexios’ POV?

I don’t know why, I don’t remember doing it, but here it is anyway.

[I was probably just needing to let some things go while writing TGS - It was challenging not being able to express Alexios’ POV at times.]

In Every Life

In every life, I would let you live. I would meet you again In wreaths of smoke, Fight beside you, Our fluid dance of death And smile when at last You turned those warm brown eyes To survey me. The world you carry Behind those eyes; The heartbreak and the suffering But then no one knew Perhaps not even you If you felt anything at all.

How else could you survive? How else could you continue?

Those warm brown eyes And voice like honey Melted in the sun… Even then Not knowing what might be Our eyes danced to meet As we danced in combat.

What else might be? What else might be?

In every life I would steal again into that tower Watch over you as you slept, pretend to myself I waited For you to wake but content To listen to your breathing To know I wasn’t alone anymore. And from the first, I had this urge: to guard you, watch over you To keep you safe As ribs protect the heart.

In every life I would find you Browned by sun and salty With the brine of the sea Aching to kiss the salt from your lips Aching to touch you To know you To find my way Like water through a faultline To the place where you were

I never wanted the surface But the deep water The strange fish that swim Through the places where no light shone. I had no fear of your darkness I had no fear of pain I wanted to see the places Even you didn’t know were there.

In every life For you and you alone I would dare to step Where everyone cursed me. Hated me for what I’d done As a small boy, unknowing. You led me there and for you I went. Still I guarded you, even where we were safest. For you I’d fight anyone Even Hades himself.

In every life, I’d press myself to you Soul to soul, mouth to mouth, Skin to skin, pain to pain And panting my love Hear it echo back to me, In your inarticulate murmurs Against my lips, against my ear

Each to each we are redeemed. Each to each we are alive.

In every life I would follow you into darkness. From Temple to battlefield Battlefield to death, Death to underworld. That we should end As two souls, shapeless, formless. Yet even there, We would know each other.

… yet.

That choice was not mine to make. And there is only one life. I must live mine and yours… Yours must be enough. It must be enough.

[vivasity]

To Love Another - Kassidas

Chapter 1 | 2 | Ao3

Source: Assassin's Creed Odyssey

Pairing: Kassandra/Brasidas

Chapter Warnings/Tags: piv sex, be better than this use protection don't risk sand getting in places it shouldn't be, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, they're still on a beach, anyway final warning here's the porn

Word Count: 2.5k

Chapter 2 - Playing in the Sand

Rating: Explicit (18+!!)

"Always, Brasidas." Kassandra murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple. She held him close, letting herself melt against him. He continued to press gentle kisses against her neck, and it reignited the fires low in her belly, pleasant tingles running up her spine. 

After a brief pause, the older man gently pressed his teeth into her shoulder at the base of her neck, and she canted her hips down in response, a huff of air rushing out from her lips now parted in surprise. Brasidas muffled a groan against her neck, feeling the heat of her through her smallclothes. He was almost painfully hard himself, the last thing he wanted was to scare her off by coming on too strong, but by now she had to notice. The idea of her enjoying this as much as he was sent a thrill down his spine, and his cock twitched against her. She gasped, breath hot and heavy next to his ear and he had to fight the impulse to immediately strip her of her armour. 

Kassandra leaned back just enough that she could capture his lips in a hungry kiss, impatient now that she knew what he wanted. To say that she wanted to have sex with him felt like an understatement, she wanted him completely and it nearly terrified her. She had more pressing concerns, however, like the delicious feeling of his cock against her core. Were it not for the thick linen she wore beneath her leather armour she would easily be ruining his chiton. His hands on her hips spurred her further, gently encouraging her to move her hips against his own.

Their tongues passed over one another, a sensuous slide that left Kassandra lightheaded, and she fumbled with the straps on his armour without breaking the kiss. When he smiled against her lips, lifting his hands to assist, she practically growled. Finally breaking the kiss the man stifled a laugh, his eyes sparkling with mirth. 

"Please, let me help. It'll be easier." Brasidas offered gently, and Kassandra couldn't hide the pout that followed. She removed the straps of her own armour, grateful it was two individual pieces instead of one. Sliding the armour away from her torso, she was left with only her strophic covering her chest. As Brasidas removed his breastplate and let it drop with a heavy thud into the sand behind them, left only with his tassets and chiton. Kassandra stood, her gaze still locked onto Brasidas as she removed her own tassets, the modified chiton falling away just as easily in a puddle of scarlet linen at her feet. He watched her with hunger in his eyes, watching as her lithe body was revealed to him. He hastened, undoing the ties that held his tassets together. The chiton beneath was easy enough, and he barked out a laugh when Kassandra lightly smacked away the hand that had begun to remove the pin. Dropping effortlessly to her knees to straddle him again, and as his chiton pooled around his hips he tensed slightly as her hands found their way to his chest. 

Years as a soldier did amazing things for his physical condition, and he was proud to have this goddess of a woman marvelling at his body as if he was not mesmerized by her own. He ran his hands along her thighs, feeling each muscle tense in response. Tracing his fingertips along the edge of her perizoma, he delighted in the goosebumps it raised on her skin, the shuddering breath she took in as she splayed her hands over his abdomen. She dragged her nails along her skin until her fingertips brushed over his length through the linen that felt far too heavy and he stuttered out a plea, the words dying on his lips when her hand wrapped firmly around him through the fabric.

"The great Brasidas of Sparta does not disappoint." Kassandra teased, tugging the fabric down slowly to reveal all of him, her eyes glued to every inch of him - painstakingly revealed as she dragged the fabric away, tossing it to the sand with the rest. Her lower lip caught itself between her teeth, eyeing him hungrily as his cock jumped at the attention. She raised her hands, removing her own smallclothes slowly, her gaze locked onto Brasidas as he watched her.

"By the Gods Kassandra," He murmured, awestruck, "you are perfect." He finished as the linen fell away from her chest and finally her hips, exposing all of her to him. Bathed in dawn's light, she looked carved from stone. Sharp muscles and strong lines give way to the soft fullness of her breasts, the planes of her stomach ending in the neat brown curls at the apex of her thighs. Brasidas was mesmerized, feeling his cock pulse with need in time with his heartbeat, heat pooling low in his stomach. Reaching towards her, he brought his mouth to her chest, taking her nipple into his mouth and lavishing it with his tongue.

Her reaction was immediate, her hands coming up to cradle the back of his head as her back arched slightly. The breathy moan of his name spurring him on further to tease the neglected nipple with his fingertips. She ground herself against him and he moaned at how wet she already was for him, coating him in her slick. Kassandra groaned, her hips moving instinctively.

"I've waited too long for this Brasidas," she began, voice thick with want, "we can take our time later, I want you now." She was practically begging, and Brasidas was briefly stunned into silence. He separated himself with a slick pop and let his hands slide to her hips, guiding her movement as he let out a low groan. 

"I don't want to hurt you, Kass," Brasidas murmured softly, and her heart swelled with affection, the nickname rolling off his tongue so easily. Grinning, she pressed her hands firmly into Brasidas' chest until he fell back into the sand. 

"I'd like to see you try." She teased, leaning down to him to press her lips to his neck in open-mouthed kisses. The soldier shuddered under her, his cock twitching against her core. She missed his own answering grin, his arms sneaking around her thighs.

"If that's the way it's going," He conceded, before quickly leveraging Kassandra onto her back, her thighs held in his hands as he crowded close to her, cock nudging her entrance already making a mess on the inside of her thighs. Her mouth open in shock, Brasidas took the opportunity to begin nudging the head of his cock into her, eyes falling shut at the way she enveloped him, opening them again to lock onto her face as she moaned wantonly. He pressed forward slowly, fighting every urge to slam his hips against hers and keep her at his mercy. He continued like that until he bottomed out, finally, watching the misthios closely for any discomfort. When he slipped his hands from her thighs - one on the ground beside her, and the other a gentle weight on her lower stomach, holding her in place - her powerful legs wrapped around his middle, pulling him closer still.

"Please Brasidas," Kassandra whined, her nails scratching lightly over his chest. "I need you, all of you." Her eyes half-lidded with desire, Brasidas couldn't possibly deny her. He pulled out slowly, just leaving the tip of his cock nestled in her, before slamming his hips back down. The action choked a moan out of both of them, Brasidas was certainly above average, deliciously thick and Kassandra let her head fall back into the sand. "Fuck... you feel so good." She sighed, her hand coming up to fondle her own breast, gently teasing her nipple while he steadily fucked into her.

"By the Gods, Kassandra. You're so tight, why did we wait so long for this?" He groaned as his hips picked up a punishing rhythm, shifting his hand to her hips to pull himself flush against her with every thrust. 

It was obscene, Kassandra giving punched-out little moans with every thrust, Brasidas practically growling as he pumped into her, the slick sounds of each thrust punctuated with every snap of his hips. It was messy and desperate and everything they both needed in the moment, and when the soldier pressed his fingertips to her clit, her back arched and she practically screamed his name in her orgasm. Her thighs tensing around his body, he fucked her through it, slowing just enough to keep her coasting without overstimulating her. 

"Brasidas, please, ah-" She cut herself off with a moan and a breathy string of curses, her thoughts lost to the wind as the waves lapped at the shore a few feet away. He leaned down to her, kissing her fiercely, his tongue running along her own in a way that made his cock throb within her. Her cunt pulsed in response and it took more of his willpower than he would have liked to stop himself from spilling into her then and there. Her walls fluttered around him, driving him crazy as he forced himself to keep the pace steady. 

"Brasidas," Kassandra pleaded, looking blissed out in a way Brasidas had only dreamed of. "Please, I need more. I want more of you." She begged softly, and his heart leapt in his chest. Never in his wildest dreams did he actually think his longing for the misthios was reciprocated, to have the most dangerous woman in the Greek world begging for him? It nearly made him swoon. Instead, he grinned and shifted further up the sand on his knees. He slipped his hands under her knees, pushing them up to her chest and effectively having her bent in half. 

"Let's see how much you can take then, hm?" The man teased, and Kassandra barely had time to answer with a grin of her own before he set a brutal, unrelenting pace. Each thrust backed by his Spartan strength, hitting so much deeper at this new angle. Kassandra let her head fall back into the sand with a dull thud, reaching down to tease her clit as she fondled her own breast, lost in the pleasure. Brasidas relished in the opportunity to watch her in rapture, chasing his own impending release as her walls bore down on him ever tighter. Lost in the passion, Kassandra mumbled broken pleas and words of worship that would make even Zeus blush, and Brasidas found himself pressing his forehead to hers, snapping his hips against hers with every thrust.

Kassandra was close, and it felt different from before, the wave that was threatening to wash over her was so much bigger and more powerful. She practically begged for Brasidas to give her everything, how much of it made sense she had no idea. Completely lost in the throes of pleasure building within her. "Brasidas, I'm so close, please." She keened, becoming desperate. With others she usually took the role of being in charge, making the rules, setting the pace. It was wonderful to have someone else do it for of, to be taken care of so completely. The thought alone made her cunt pulse with want, tension pooling in her belly. His thrusts became erratic, his expression twisted in concentration as he began to falter. 

"You have to come for me first, Kassandra." He gently commanded, voice soft and persuasive. That was all it took, her orgasm tearing through her like lightning. Her back arched, as much as it could with him still holding her legs to her chest, practically screaming his name and a litany of curses. 

Seeing Kassandra come apart under him finally brought him over the edge, using what was left of his thought process to pull out and spill his release onto her stomach. He panted heavily, releasing the grip on her thighs which she gratefully let fall to the sand. They were both slick with sweat, holding each other gently while they took a moment to catch their breath. When Kassandra opened her eyes again, they were practically alight with satisfaction. She looked positively fucked out, Brasidas faring no better, smug satisfaction painted across his face. 

Reaching behind the two of them, Brasidas grabbed his discarded himaton and used to gently wipe the mess from Kassandra and himself, the scratch of the linen on his oversensitive skin making him shiver. Looking back to the woman still laying on the sand, he smiled at the look in her eyes, pure adoration that he was sure was mirrored in his own gaze. 

"That was easily the best sex I've had in my life." Kassandra said bluntly, breaking the silence between them. Brasidas laughed in response, gathering their discarded clothing and shaking the sand off gently. When he turned back Kassandra was already standing, gently plucking her smallclothes from his arms and slipping them back on again. He began the process of putting his own clothing on, comfortable in the silence as he adjusted the closures on his armour. 

It was well into dawn when they were finished, both looking as though nothing had changed. Everything had changed though, and Brasidas didn't know what to do now. He wanted to stay with her, to keep her in Sparta or to follow her around the Greek world and beyond, but the words were stuck in his throat. He knew her, and he knew she never settled for long. 

"Come with me, on the Adrestia." Kassandra interrupted suddenly, breaking his train of thought. Brasidas paused, stunned for a moment before he spoke.

"Seriously?" He asked, kicking himself already.

"I mean it!" She retorted, crossing her arms defensively. "I've missed you," she continued, her tone gentle as though she were shy. "I've denied what I feel for you for so long, I'm not ready to settle down in Sparta yet, but if you'd like you can sail with me. See the world with me, I have more journeys to take and I want to take them with you." She reasoned, and if he wasn't already in love with her that easily would have sealed his fate. Maybe the Gods do like him, at least a little bit. He smiled, taking a step closer and capturing her lips in a tender kiss, pouring all the affection he could in the gentle press of his lips to her own.

"I'd love to, Kassandra." He murmured against her lips, and she smiled into the next kiss, and the next.

They stayed like that for a while, exchanging tender kisses on a battlefield that changed their lives, until they left hand in hand towards the dock where the Adrestia waited for them both.

"So where are we going first?" Brasidas asked as the sails of the Adrestia came into view.

"I'm not sure, an old friend, Alethia, reached out to me recently, I think I have to help her." Kassandra mused, she had put off the trip for three days already before she got Brasida's message. Perhaps they could see what the Isu needed now, together.

"Alethia? You've made friends other than me?" Brasidas teased, gently nudging Kassandra with his shoulder.

"Oh trust me, there is a lot to catch you up on Brasidas. I'll tell you on the way." She promised, and Brasidas grinned next to her as they wove their way through the dock.

They had all the time in the world.

[apocketofacodyssey]

“Korinthia” (AO3)

Pairing: Kassidas (Kassandra/Brasidas)

Rating: Mature (for canon-typical violence)

Word Count: 10.9k

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

Summary: I always found it a little weird that Brasidas hears everything on the docks and lets you walk away like you haven’t just dropped this massive thing on him. The scene felt chopped up a bit, so I’m expanding that interaction and connecting him into the rest of the questline… like he should have been all along.

Status: Incomplete. I've pulled Chapter 3 (my nemesis) down for some revisions and there’s one final chapter that's near completion. This is also part of a larger work, which is VERY incomplete and VERY erratically posted, so be warned… xD

[whereforartthoumisthios]

AC Odyssey Rarepair/Rare Character Day: July 29th, 2023

Over on my server, a bunch of us were talking about a day like this and decided we very well should do it! This day will be to celebrate the lesser loved characters or the lesser known characters. Whether it's a ship pairing or simply an NPC you love dearly (will also accept animals or trees that don't get enough attention), this day is for you! 🥹 For example, Natakas/Kassandra would be a good ship for this as they are not a super popular pairing.

Or Iola the smuggler, would be another good example for this event as well.

You get the idea! Based off of @aeide and @findusinaweek's brilliant Brasidas Day earlier this month, it will be very similar. This will be a fantastic way to show off your niche art pieces, video edits, fanfictions, poems, photo mode photos, etc. You name it, we'll take it!

Remember to use the tag "ACOrare2023" in your post so we can see it!!!

This is supposed to be a fun day and a wonderful outlet for those who enjoy these ships/characters, so please be kind!!

Shoutout to these lovelies in the server who helped create this idea/were interested! @findusinaweek @aeide @cringy-username-dream-wanderlust @blue-mono 💜

[mimbotomy]

A new (and ridiculously long) chapter of Not a Malákes Ravenclaw is now up! In which Phoibe makes some new friends, steals a wallet, and has a heart to heart with her mother.

Fic details found below!

Not a Malákes Ravenclaw is an Assassins Creed Odyssey x Harry Potter crossover fanfiction that answers a question no one except me asked: What if Kassandra went and fucked shit up in the wizarding world? Kicks off in the middle of the Fate of Atlantis DLC and the Battle of the Department of Mysteries when the Veil of Death is revealed to be a doorway to the Underworld - one that opens both ways.

Featuring:

Kassandra making full use of both her immunity to magic and her growing power as the Keeper of the Staff of Hermes Trismegistus

Phoibe being the menace she was always meant to be

Brasidas and Kassandra being head over heels in love with each other after the slow burn of canon

One of our favorite boat dads (sort of)

A bunch of wizards coming to terms with Dumbledore not being to perfect paragon they all thought he was

Also a healthy amount of Snape, Aspasia, and Aletheia bashing

Some hard realizations that maybe killing someone who is trying to kill you doesn't actually make you just as bad as they are

Harry and Ginny crushing hard on the girl who [SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 6]

Kassandra and Phoibe horrifying everyone whenever they talk about their lives on Kephallonia

A surprising amount of angst and grief for a crack fic

And multiple existential crises!

Rating: M

Warnings: Canon Typical Depictions of Violence (by AC standards), Mild Sexual Content, Crack Treated Seriously

Romantic Relationships: Kassandra/Brasidas. One sided Harry/Phoibe and Ginny/Phoibe.

[jpdoingwords]

Another Life (28167 words) by brasideios Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types, Ancient History RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alexios (Assassin's Creed)/Brasidas (d. 422 BCE) Characters: Alexios (Assassin's Creed), Brasidas (d. 422 BCE), Barnabas (Assassin's Creed), Original Characters Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Historical References, Post-Canon, Not Canon Compliant, Love, Hope, Starting Over, New Beginnings, Fluff, Alternate History, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Found Family, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 2 of The Good Spartan Summary: Brasidas survives the Battle of Amphipolis, thanks to Alexios' visit to the Underworld; but even before the battle, he knew he'd never go back to Sparta. He's no longer a good Spartan, nor willing to make the sacrifices required to go on pretending to be one. He just needs to persuade Alexios, and recover from his wounds… and together, find somewhere they might have a little peace. This story picks up from the end of The Good Spartan, though it is tonally quite different. Heads up there are quite a few original characters in here, some carried over from the Good Spartan, some new. Y'all have been kind enough to say you enjoy them, so I don't mind if I do 😊 Anyway! Feedback is welcome, and I hope you enjoy it! Jenn 🤍

[my-soliloquy-chamber]

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.

The story follows Kassandra and Brasidas through the events of the game and beyond. They meet, fall in love, and survive.

[khromplays]

The end of an odyssey. Alexios finally confronts his sister Kassandra. He respected his mother’s wish to do his best to turn her back into a regular being.

Brasidas, his lover, was caught in between Alexios and the Cult, like many others close to Alexios. Due to grief, he thought of killing Kassandra but after realizing how much they have both lost because of the Cult, he forgives her and brought her back to their mother. She finally breaks free and rebels against the Cult, killing all remaining members.

Mysthios, you’ve grown.

[auroralykos]

I wasn’t tagged for this but I’m going to do it just so I can tag @mimbotomy and @aetosavros​ and also @chikaros​ bc frens

Last Song: The Waves by Bastille. This band ends up on my most loved in Spotify every time I look and it’s never on purpose. 

Three ships: Alexios/Eivor. I am working on a fic for them as we speak. Alexios/Brasidas because that’s hot, and also Kassandra/Kyra, because they’re hot too!

Currently reading: hypothetically, I’m reading the Odyssey right now, but I suck at remembering to read things that aren’t fanfiction. 

Craving: sushi honestly. I could eat sushi all the time. alllll the time.

I was tagged by @cataliinaa thank you! 🤍

Rules: Tag some people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the questions below!

Last Song - the Way of the Ghost from the Ghost of Tsushima soundtrack. I love this soundtrack.

Three ships: I’m shipping OCs pretty hard atm but as no one knows them… Alexidas, Alexithenes and Zagares are my all time faves, but with a few exceptions, almost anything involving Alexios & Ares I’m interested in reading.

Currently Reading: A short story collection called First Love & other stories by Ivan Turgenev. Russian, from ~1850. Nearly done with it. It’s very good.

Last Movie: Rewatched Dunkirk. I love it so much. I could wax lyrical but it’s too early lol

Craving: coffee! Still haven’t had the first of the day.

I think nearly everyone i know has been tagged for this so just a couple @woodsman2b @myriath Hope you’re both well 🤍

[thepreciouspurrsian]

Game: You cannot romance this character.

Fanfic: I can and I will. Watch me.