#alexios oneshot

[alethiometry]

Top 5 scenes you’ve ever written :)

aaaaa this one is difficult because i really don't have a good memory of what i've written! and i do think that i have a tendency to write very long scenes that pretty much just end up turning into standalone one-shots so some of these answers might just be entire fics lmao. but ok ummm

kassandra and connor sitting around a campfire telling each other stories :) i'm just a sucker for stories about stories, and given that we now have an established precedent of kassandra interacting with various game protagonists over the course of her life, of course i would want her to have met connor at some point! i just think they would butt heads in a major way but then be great friends (similar to the evolution of her friendship with eivor)!

basically the entirety of this kassidas oneshot, it was my attempt at a sort of "missing scene" type fic and i feel like would have been a great opportunity to introduce a romance if only ubisoft weren't cowards. like come on bro i'm doing this shit for free

teach teaching teen!vane how to read. they don't share a lot of screentime in the show but i love how you can tell there's so much history between them left unsaid. i love the contrast between teach being a sentimental old man and vane being a man of few words, and wanted to explore sort of the origins of their father-son dynamic.

kassandra and the war criminal formerly known as deimos alexios getting into a shouting fight at the end of a grueling and risky naval battle because they're both reckless hotheads who are begrudgingly learning how to be family. i don't remember what chapter this was, maybe 2 or 3? but yeah i remember the dialogue flowing really naturally and being really satisfied with being able to hear the fight play out in their voices you know? it felt extremely in-character for the both of them.

big bro alexios + baby sis/recovering deimos kassandra at the very end of this fic. in contrast to the chaos siblings in the previous fic/scene mentioned, i did also enjoy writing a quieter moment between the two of them

[findusinaweek]

First Lines tag game

tagged by both @ainulindaelynn and @aeide. Thank you!

Also a bit confused but this tag seems to be for WIPs so here goes:

From Sunday Morning (Demosthenes/Alexios/Brasidas Restaurant AU that may or may not be a oneshot, I hate writing multi-chapters apparently, and as you all know, it has taken forever to write anything for this):

When Alexios awoke the other side of the bed was empty except for a rumpled blanket he must have tossed aside in his sleep. He looked around, confused for a moment where he was. Oh, he realized. Brasidas’ home. He stared at the pillow at his side, piecing memories of last night together. It’d been good. Unawkward for the first time together. It felt natural. He closed his eyes, smiling to himself. He hoped there would be a repeat, hopefully sooner than later. He liked Brasidas, liked working with him, liked spending time with him. And now, he thought somewhat smugly, he knew he liked being fucked by him. He groaned, snapping his eyes open and throwing himself into an upright position. Where was the man?

From Slide Back Into The Abyss:

Deimos wakes early to birdsong, groans and throws an arm over their eyes. Their body aches. It was not comfortable to sleep here, not like the cushioned bed they had grown accustomed to during their years with the cult. The hay pokes into their back and they stifle a sneeze. They would have liked to sleep longer, to pass time unconscious is the closest sensation to freedom they are allowed anymore.

tagging time. Uh. So tired. Most of my ACO buds, y’all got tagged already. @stressfulsloth, got anything going on? No pressure if you don’t feel up to this.

[rose-of-the-martyr]

My Fics, Sorted by Account

Hi! I’ve never had a blog specifically for my own fanfiction so I might take a minute to get a hang of using it lol. My main blog is @blessed-be-the-fool and my Ao3 accounts are rosethornwraith (for bands) and killy0urdarlings (for straight up fiction). Active fics are sorted by account and inactive/abandoned fics are compiled into their own little section.

If you'd like to hear about potential fics I'm thinking of, I list them here!

fics under killy0urdarlings

We’ll Be Okay (SERIES) // Dead by Daylight // Centers around exploring how the people of DBD would function in the average world. Heavy focus on characters + relationships. Stories are listed in chronological order but can be read in basically any order. Currently features two fics.

Commitment to Change (SERIES) // Assassin’s Creed // Based on the best ending of Odyssey.  Deimos!Alexios and the road to recovery (+ the adventures he gets into with his newfound family). Currently features one fic.

Frank Morrison Is Not Okay // Dead by Daylight // Part of We’ll Be Okay // Frank Morrison is not okay; this is true. Frank Morrison is in love. --- Oneshot, Frank Morrison/Quentin Smith (with very, very minor Julie Kostenko/Susie Lavoie).

Ready to Face Whatever Life Sends // Dead by Daylight // Part of We’ll Be Okay // Once upon a time, Michael Myers lost his two sisters. After fifteen years spent completely alone following the destruction of his family, Michael gets one back. It's been fifteen years since he last saw the outside world, fifteen years since he lost his way, fifteen years leading up to this moment: Laurie taking his hand in hers and leading him back to the light. --- Ongoing, planned for 4 chapters (currently at 2). Gen, centers on Michael Myers & Laurie Strode. Last updated Jul 6, 2022.

Gasping for a Breath // Assassin’s Creed // Part of Commitment to Change // Deimos cannot sleep. It’s his fifth night on the Adrestia, his… family is asleep, and he hasn’t even been able to close his eyes. --- Completed at 3 chapters. Gen.

Abnormality // Assassin’s Creed // Abnormality; a condition in which someone possesses nonhuman qualities. --- Modern/Magical AU. Multi-chaptered, ongoing (currently in limbo until I figure a few things out). Last updated Dec 7, 2020.

(MAJOR TW) i shook hands with the devil himself // Stranger Things // Six months before Steve Harrington shows up battered and bruised on Jonathan Byers' doorstep, he meets Billy Hargrove for the first time. OR. Steve, with a freshly broken heart, no real friends, and now in self-discovery mode, ends up trapped in a deeply traumatic dynamic with Billy. When things finally come to a head, his tentative friends try to pick up the pieces. --- Multi-chaptered, ongoing, last updated Nov 25 2022. HEED THE WARNINGS. PLEASE. I do not try to pull my punches on this one.

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fics under rosethornwraith 

Colors (OLD) // Assassin’s Creed // VERY old; written in 2016, months before my 13th birthday. I keep it up solely because it was the first serious piece I wrote and was proud of. I like to reflect on it and see how far I’ve come.

The Time Is Now // Hollywood Undead // Five men who have never known each other are brought together by what seems to be the hand of fate. Something is very wrong, and unfortunately for them, they are in the center of it. --- The version of this fic linked in this post is the unfinished first draft. Rewritten version will be linked instead as soon as I start posting. Modern with Magic AU. 

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inactive fics/fics with uncertain fates

We’ll Figure It Out. Together. (killy0urdarlings) // Red vs. Blue // Unfinished, currently standing at 3 chapters. Continuation of this fic and/or its series is extremely doubtful atm.

the world is (y)ours (rosethornwraith) // Hollywood Undead // Abandoned as it is. May be repurposed in the future.

we are the mythic (rosethornwraith) // Hollywood Undead // Abandoned. 

the undead are your family (rosethornwraith) // Hollywood Undead // Abandoned.

[thero0ks]

The Weaver (Alexios)

Trigger warnings: Attempted Rape

Also, it’s kinda insta-lovey. You’ve been warned. 

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The evening air cooled his olive skin. Vendors lined the streets of Athens. Alexios passed by, searching the crowd for anyone that may be looking to hire a misthios. He heard a faint scuffling echo across the market square. Intrigued, he followed the noise to inspect the disturbance. 

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(Y/N) had visited the market to gather a few dyes she had run out of. All had gone smoothly until she left the market. On the path out of town she found herself surrounded by Leander and his gang of miscreants. She pulled the wicker basket in her hands closer to her body in an attempt to protect herself. Screaming was an option, but she doubted anyone would come to her rescue. Most of Athen’s citizens ignored Leander in hopes they wouldn’t become his next victim. 

Leander had made his intentions quite clear to her on several occasions. She had been lucky enough to be able to give him the slip every time, until now. Instinctively she backed up as they closed in on her. Her back hit something solid causing her to jump forward. Strong hands clamped down on her arms, and another took her basket. “Let me go!” She cried struggling to pull away from the man. 

“(Y/N), we never got to finish our conversation from before. You’re very good at disappearing.” Leander said his fingers trailing down the side of her jaw. She jerked back from his touch the man tightening his hold on her arms. “You are a rare beauty. Aphrodite must have personally blessed you.” He said twirling a lock of her hair in his fingers. “You never answered me regarding my marriage proposal. I can only assume you’ve been too shy to express your true feelings.” He continued with a gleam in his eyes.

“I didn’t think my feelings could have been any clearer with my avoidance. I will not marry you Leander.” Her jaw was firmly set, and the man chuckled at her words.

“I find it humorous that you think you have a choice.” He said simply. “This isn’t your precious Sparta.” He said reaching for her dress. 

Panic surged through her as she landed a kick on Leander, causing him to stumble back. “Skyla!” Leander said angrily grabbing her hair and giving it a good jerk. 

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Alexios had been watching the scene unfold from the bushes. He’d observed enough to understand that Leander and his gang were not held in high esteem amongst the Athenians. He had no doubt he could handle the six men, and he knew time was running out to act. He plunged his spear through the side of the man’s neck. The man’s hold on the young woman seized as he dropped to the dirt. Alexios was already moving on to his next target. After dispatching all of his targets, Leander was the only one left. The man turned throwing the (h/c) woman on the ground before drawing his sword. “You’re going to regret that.”

The blades echoed across the path. (Y/N)’s eyes widened at the string of dead bodies surrounding her. Fear was now replaced with repulsion at the sight and smell of death. She scrambled to grab the basket and pick up all her discarded items. In the event the kind stranger was slaughtered by Leander she would be ready to run. A sickening sound of steel cutting through flesh echoed in her ears, and her fingers started to tremble as she attempted to finish gathering up the dye. She felt gentle fingers brush against her’s, and her gaze flickered up into soft honey eyes. “Are you alright?” He questioned tentatively putting his hand on her arm to comfort her. 

His kind voice brought her back to the reality of the situation. Tears leaked from her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him, “thank you.” Were the only words she could find, and she found herself repeating them like a mantra as her body shook with soft sobs. 

Alexios held the woman while she calmed, murmuring comforting words in his soft deep voice. When she was finally calm she pulled away quickly, “I’m so sorry.” She brushing herself off in attempts to pull herself together. 

Alexios stood inspecting the (p/l/c) female for any injuries, “He won't be bothering you anymore.” 

“Thank you..I don’t know how I can repay you.” She said picking up her basket, and resting it on her hip. 

Alexios took a step closer to her taking the basket from her, “let me walk you the rest of the way.” 

“I’m indebted to you twice now.” She said walking next to him on the well worn path. Dusk was settling on Athens, and the cicadas’ song drifted through the countryside. Her savior was an attractive man, soft eyes, long brown hair, and sculpted by the gods. A warrior with a kind heart was rare to find. 

The man gave her a small smile, “I’m always happy to help a fellow Spartan. You’re a long way from home.” He observed his eyes taking in the Athenian countryside. 

“My family relocated a few years before the war. I’m the only one left.” She said with a simple shrug. “By Athens standards I cannot legitimately wed, so I’m left alone. Which suits me.” She said simply as her home came into sight. 

“They are not very progressive here.” Alexios agreed studying her, “you don’t get lonely living out here?” Alexios inquired, and she shook her head.

“It’s peaceful.” She said simply. The house was small, and she’d made some self improvements to the stone cottage. The door had been painted azure blue, and flower boxes had been hung from the windows, overflowing with pink flowers. A weaving rack was set up with a half finished rug. Alexios set the basket down inspecting her work, “This is beautiful.” 

“You can have it once I finish it.” She said coming to stand beside him. “It’s why I went into town. I needed more dye.” She said gesturing towards the basket of white yarn. “It’s the least I could do.” She added. 

Alexios studied her a moment, loose strands of hair floating in the gentle breeze, and her soft curves. She was perfectly content being alone amongst the cicadas, flowers, and sea breeze. The prospect of a relationship never seemed possible with someone. He was always journeying from one side of Greece to the next, and he knew that he could not leave someone for months at a time. It wouldn’t be fair to them, but this woman was perfectly content to spend her evenings weaving and living amongst nature. Perhaps, a relationship was possible with someone like her. “Perhaps there is something else you could do for me.” He said gazing down at her.

His eyes were smoldering, and she’d never seen anyone look at her like that. “What’s that?” She could see small golden flecks in his irises, and his gaze devouring her. 

“Grant me a kiss from one blessed by Aphrodite.” He pleaded, his fingers slowly trailing down her arms to entwine their hands. 

His touch was like lightning: pulsing energy, and full of wonder. His calluses were electrifying, and he was a storm she wanted to weather. Her hands pulled him down, and on tiptoes she pressed a tentative kiss to his lips. One kiss let loose the storm, and she lost count of how many kisses they shared as she got swept up in his sea. He lifted her up, carrying her through the blue door she painted years ago. 

She felt cushions on her back, and gazed up at the brown haired Adonis above her. His lips were swollen, and his thumb stroked her hair. His eyes were gazing deep into her's, "what's your name?" His voice was low, and his pupils were blown wide devouring every inch of her face. 

"(Y/N)." Her voice was like honey, and he couldn't think of a more perfect name for the goddess before him. "And yours?" The questions came out with a pant. Her chest heaving from the bliss that was his kiss. 

"Alexios." His voice was deep, but pleasant. Shivers raced down her spine with each word he spoke. 

Before she lost her nerve she pulled him down to capture his lips in a kiss once more. This time there was no stopping. His armor was heavy to strip, but his nimble fingers assisted her. The rest of the night was spent entangled in each other's embrace. Learning the plains of each other's bodies. 

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Sunlight streaming in through the window roused her from sleep. The misthios was asleep next to her, his arm draped over her body, and his face buried in her hair. She was sore in all the right places from the prior evening’s activities. It occurred to her that waking up with another person could be blissful. She was typically happy to wake every morning and enjoy the solitude, but after last night Alexios had made her doubt her quite routine. Would she be content to be alone the rest of her life? Perhaps she should sail for Sparta, and attempt to lay down roots there. 

“What’s the matter my star? You’re thinking so hard I can hear it.” He muttered into her hair, his grip on her tightened as he snuggled closer to her. 

“I was thinking about what you said last night.” She said softly. She’d rolled over to face him, and a honey eye cracked open to peer up at her. 

“What did I say?” His voice was laced with sleep, but he was slowly coming back from the land of the dreaming. 

“About it being lonely living out here.” 

He blinked himself awake, trying to comprehend her words. 

“I think that maybe you’re right.” She continued on before he could interrupt her. “I think I will go back to Sparta. Perhaps I can find something for me there.” 

He propped himself up studying the woman, as the words rattled out of her mouth. He’d grown attached to her over the evening, and her soft heart was something that he could escape to. For once he didn’t feel like the weight of the world was on his shoulders in her presence, and the thought occurred to him that he would like to have her near. “Come with me.” 

His words gave her pause. Her fine brows were raised, and she blinked in surprise at his sudden forwardness. “Where?” She inquired sitting up the blanket falling, leaving her exposed to the chill morning air. 

He shrugged, “everywhere. Greece.” He sat up fully, wrapping his arms around her until she was flush against his chest. “I do not wish to part from you.” He said softly against her hair. 

A small smile bloomed on her face, “when do we set sail?”

[imagines-of-the-creed]

Like Family (Alexios)

It’s my first piece for Odyssey. It’s based on the very beginning of Alexios’ story, so NO SPOILERS! Enjoy! Please let me know if you can think of a better title cause I just gave this a title cause I didn't want it to not have one.

I chose the title just cause of the indirect statements of acting as a family, but I'm sure you guys are smart enough to pick up on it :)

Word Count: 2647

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“Phoebe! Get down from there right this instant!” You dropped the basket of berries you had just finished picking and let your hands fly above your head to point at the young orphan balancing herself on top of the narrow perch on your rooftop with a large grin on her face. “You are going to fall, Oh gods…”

“Calm down, (Y/N), everything will be--” her sentence was interrupted as a gust of wind shoved her shoulder and made her trip over her own footing. Her honey eyes grew wide with fear and a sharp gasp escaped your throat as you covered your mouth with both of your hands as you froze in fear of what could happen next.

The harsh summer winds calmed and Phoebe stabilized herself and took a deep breath before letting her grin replace the tight frown on her lips. “I am fine, (Y/N). See? There is no need to worry.”

Your heart was beating against your ribcage as you watched her walk back and forth on the perch with ease, even waving to you wildly. You rubbed your forearm across your sweaty forehead and placed the other on your hip as you looked down at the mess of berries you made.

“Phoebe, please get down before you get hurt.” You pleaded with the young orphan who gave you an annoyed glare. She opened her mouth to protest but the moment you shot her a stern glare, she shut it right away and walked to the edge of the perch and looked down at the bale of olive leaves a few feet in front of the house.

Without another word, Phoebe jumped off the perch and dived into the pile of leave with a skill that was less than graceful. A sharp scream fell from your lips as you covered your mouth again and felt worry and panic course through your veins.

“Phoebe!”

You sprinted over to the bale and began to sift through the leaves looking for any part of the young girl to grab onto. Heavy breaths filled the air as you were worried about Phoebe’s well being after doing such a stupid stunt. After minutes of sifting, you felt her hand and yanked her out of the pile to see that she was in shock over her own actions as well.

“For the love of the Gods, Phoebe! What the hell is a matter with you?” You looked her over quickly before slapping her arm out of anger and relief. She only looked at you with a blank stare as she picked the leaves out of her chococlate locks. “You could have killed yourself. What would make you do such a thing?”

“Phoebe, I asked you a question, I would like an answer.”

“Oh, uh…” She paused for a moment and looked at the ground before returning to your stern gaze, “I watched Alexios do it a couple of times and thought that it was very amazing. I thought I would try it myself.” Her sheepish smile did nothing to cool your anger at learning the source of her outrageous acts.

“I’m going to kill that man…” You whispered to yourself as you shook your head and shut your eyes for a moment to try and relax. Phoebe quickly came to approach you with her hands interlaced together and a pleading look in her eyes.

“Please do not tell him. I promise never to do it again, I swear to the gods--”

“Never swear to them,” you swiftly interrupted her before getting on your knees to gather all the berries you dropped. “I will deal your punishment later, until then, help me clean up this mess you have made me cause.”

Phoebe wasted no time getting down on her hands and knees and scooping together the berries and placing them into the basket; she even volunteered to pick more for the ones that weren’t salvagable. After reprimanding her for her erractic actions and for trying to follow in the footsteps of Alexios, a common friend between you two, you dropped the subject and the both of you spent the rest of your evening washing the berries you had gathered earlier.

Phoebe had tried to convince you to let her spend more time with Alexios when he was around, but you had dodged her every attempt and changed the subject back to the responsiblities of a woman and how she must make the effort to be feminine for a chance of a suitor to chose her to live lavishly in one of the richest lands. Everytime she tried to mention Alexios and seeing a benefit of following in his footsteps, you did your best to not talk badly about his upbringing and warned her of the dangers of his professions.

“(Y/N), Alexios is a very careful man, I am sure that he would do everything in his power to prevent us from getting involved with whatever Markos asks of him.” Phoebe told you as she stirred the berries in the large caldruon, looking at you with tired eyes.

“Alexios may be careful, but sometimes not careful enough.” You suggested while Phoebe just scoffed at your opinion.

“Just have some faith in him, that is all I ask. He is destined to do great things and I want to follow in his footsteps.”

You had shut your eyes for a brief moment before sighing and clearing the air with a simple dismissal for Phoebe to stop stirring and to gather her things. While she went inside your small cottage, you continued to sort through the berries until you heard slight shuffling and twigs snapping on the dirt pathway up to your home.

Setting the bowl down, you stood up and reached for torch beside you and waved it in the direction of the sound. Your heartrate began to beat faster as you thought of the source of the noise. You walked slowly towards the dirth path and looked down to see a slight glimmer of red and bronze reflect the light of your torch; you recognized those colors and already knew who it was.

“Alexios, what are you doing here so late?” You questioned him as you saw him look up at you with tired eyes. He dragged his feet up the path and barely swung his arm; the other was pressed firmly against his side, covering the majoirty of the red bloodstain that bloomed across his white tunic.

“I need your help…” It was all he could get out before he stumbled and fell to the ground, still clutching his side. A gasp fell from your lips and you ran to him and set the torch on the ground and wrapped an arm around him while the other tried to pry his large hand away from the wound to see how bad it was. Giving up on trying to fight him over his wound, you thought it was best if you just brought him back up to your home.

“Let us get you inside, quickly.” You grunted as you did your best to help him stand, but the weight of his bulky body weighed downed your shoulders and made your legs wobble. Abandoning the torch where it lay, you hauled him up the dark path and to the front of your house.

Phoebe was standing outside with her pack, looking all over the place. When her gaze met yours, she took note of Alexios on your arm and his condition and her eyes grew wide as she watched you walk past her and into your home.

“Alexios! What happened?” Phoebe hovered over the both of you as you dropped him on your bed. You shoved her out of the way to get your clean washcloths and herbs and when you came back, she was sitting beside him, holding his hand with concern clearly advertised on her youthful face.

“Phoebe, it is time that you go.” You sternly stated as you moved her aside once more to get access to the bleeding man on your bed. She stood aside, but refused to leave knowing that Alexios' condition was severe. “You can come back tomrrow morning, if you would like, but you cannot stay here.”

“I cannot just leave Alexios like this, are you mad?” She raised her voice, but stopped when you turned to her with a fierce glare; you cooled your anger the moment you saw the pure fear in her eyes as she looked at her friend struggle to keep his eyes open.

Alexios’ bloodied hand reached out for Phoebe’s small one and gripped it loosely, “Listen to (Y/N), I will be alright. I will see you in the morning.”

Phoebe sighed in frustration before nodding in Alexios’ direction and letting go of his hand. You excused yourself quickly and helped Phoebe onto your horse and sent her on her way to Markos. Watching her disappear down the hill, you quickly ran back inside your house to see Alexios trying to sit up on his own.

“Oh no, you relax and do not try to do anything, you hear? You definitely gotten yourself into deep trouble this time.” You shook your head as you reached to help him take off his breastplate. His groans made your own chest hurt as you hated to see him in pain, but you did your best to remain calm and carry on patching him up.

“I did not want you to see me like this, I did not want Phoebe to see me like this…” He hissed in pain as you pulled his breast plate away and felt his torso relax from the structure his armor provided. “I was not planning on making a stop here tonight, but under these circumstances I felt it necessary if something were to happen.”

“Oh Alexios…” You looked into his deep chocolate eyes and saw his shame and felt it too. You helped him lay back on the bed and set your medical supplies up so you could begin working. You caught a glimpse of his wound and whinced yourself as you could only imagine the pain Alexios must be going through. “I’m glad you decided to come here instead of ride into Sammi; there a lot of people who would turn their back on you and you would have surely died.”

He hummed in response, “I was actually closer to Sami, but if tonight is to be the night I leave this earth, I would not want to leave before I saw your face one last time.”

A blush bloomed across your face and was illuminated by the small torch by your bedside. You looked down at the ground, letting your soft (H/C) locks make a curtain over your face to try and hide it, but Alexios let out a mixture of a chuckle and a heavy cough before settling for a faint smile instead. Alexios always went out of his way to flatter you, no matter the situation.

“I am just glad you came,” You repeated softly as you wiped away the blood around his wound, making him jump slightly from the sudden sensation. “Phoebe missed you, but I know that she was not expecting to see you like this.”

Alexios shut his eyes, “That poor girl, she is probably pestering Markos about what happened to me.” He shifted on the bed as you began to slather his wound in oinments and salves. “She always tells me to be careful when I go out and I always reassure her I do, but now she is probably upset with me as well.”

“She is the biggests hypocrite on Kaphillonia,” You chuckled as you grabbed fresh cloth and covered his wound. You had him sit up while you wrapped it around his waist. His focus was all on you while you were trying to make sure that your medical knowledge was up to par from what your mother taught you. “She nearly gave me a heart attack today.”

“What did she do? It could not have been that bad.” He tried to brush off your worried tone as you exaggerating.

“She jumped off my roof and into a bale of leaves,” you stated directly, looking at him dead in the eyes as his got big. “She did not come out right away and I feared that she had broken her neck or something…” Tears were forming in your eyes as you thought back to that little stunt she pulled earlier; you were having time to process it and now you were filled with anger and sadness.

“Where the hell did she learned to do that from?”

“You.”

Alexios got quiet and looked at you and then towards the ground. He knew that it was his influence rubbing off on her and even though he wanted her to do something that made her happy, he didn’t want her to live a life as a mercenary as he was doing currently.

“She told me not to tell you, but obivously her well being is involved and you play a big part in her life as well as I, so I have to bring it up.” You stated while tying the fabric tight around his torso. “She tells me that she wants to be like you, even have her own eagle and everything, but I keep telling her that it is not the life you and I want for her.”

Alexios sighed and rubbed a hand over his face before looking at you with concern, “I’ve told her time and time again that it is too dangerous; have you not been teaching her the roles of other women?”

“She is just not interested; she says that being a basket weaver or a merchant in general is not the life she wants to lead.” You sighed as you picked up the bloodied cloths and borught them outside to burn them, “I personally blame you on this matter.”

“Why me?” Alexios threw his hands out as he watched you walk around the room, tidying things up.

“You have known her long than I have and she loves the things you do. You are her hero.” Alexios smiled at the last part of your sentence, finally thinknig that he is doing something right for someone.

“She really did scare me earlier though, if she would have broken her neck, I would have lost one of the two people I love dearly on this island.” You nonchalantly stated as you gave him a side glance to see how he would take your hint.

He paused for a moment as he watched you slow your movements before turning around and facing him from across the room. A small smirk graced his lips as he reclined backeards onto the bed. The silence in the air was a bit deafening, but the look on his face had told you that something good had happened.

“If that is your way of telling me how you feel about me, then I can say that your feelings will not go unnoticed under my attention; I feel the same about you.” Alexios said in a quiet voice, looking at you with a tenderness you have seen on rarre occasions.

A smile crossed your lips as you came to sit by his side on the bed. He took your hand in his and rubbed small circles on it as you placed your hand over his.

“If this is to be anything more, you definitly should do your very best to watch your back, I will let this one slide, but I expect you to come home to me every time. No excuses.” You told him sternly as you leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead and then cheeks, right on the corner of his lips.

“Do not worry, I do not plan on leaving any time soon.”

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

A Midnight Bathe

07/07/2020: Okay so I was just playing Odyssey the other day and I got to the sacred lake and started messing around, and bada bing bada boom this was born. It’s not happening in the sacred lake though; it’s way too public ;) So here’s just 1K words of late night cuteness.

Post-writing (like a month later bc editing): I just want to look after him tbh.

Tagging: @marshmallow--3 // @yourlocalfrenchie

Assassin’s Creed Mobile Masterlist

Red Dead Redemption 2  Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff ^_^

Not requested

The moon had been up for a while, and Alexios knew Phobos was tiring out. If he was honest, so was he, and after a half asleep debate with himself, he decided to pull off onto a beach for the night; it was in a secluded part of Phokis. The night was warm, and Alexios was partly glad as he brushed out Phobos’ fur, his mind wandering to other places. 

Namely, you.

He met you a while ago, and you hadn’t left his mind since. You and him had flirted with each other back and forth for a few days, one thing led to another, and, well… 

There was a foreign feeling in his chest as he said his goodbyes on the last day; heartache, pain, and a strange yearning. He knew he had fallen for you, but for some reason, he never sought you out. He wondered if it was because he was scared -- scared that you would already have found someone else who could be there for you more than he could. 

Sighing, he brought himself back to the present. He began to undress, intending on washing the grime and sweat off of his body in the water a few feet away from him. He took out a blanket (to use as a towel) and took it up to the shoreline. He walked into the tepid water, brushing the surface with his fingers. As the water reached hip height, he began to wash his face with a rag, rinsing away his troubled thoughts along with the dirt.

A soft neigh pricked his ears, and he paused momentarily, letting out a single chuckle. He knew who owned that horse. 

He heard footsteps approach him, and he turned his head to look over his shoulder, heart unexpectedly jumping once he laid his eyes on you. 

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“I haven’t seen you in a while, misthios,” you smiled widely, waiting where the sea met the sand. You saw him fully turn around. He seemed a lot more worn down than the last time you saw him, and you furrowed your brows, concerned.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N.” He looked like he had smiled for the first time in a while, yet, there was still a look of unrest in his eyes. The tension knotted his muscles over his shoulders and down his back; something had changed. You knew parts of his past, but they were only disjointed pieces. He had a sister when he was a child, that much you knew. Was there any news of her since the last time you saw him?

Sharing a glance, you took off your armour, leaving yourself in your tunic. As you joined him in the water, he gave you a suggestive look, lips turning upward. You sat down in the shallow waves, gesturing him to come and join you. Slightly bashful, he obliged, settling between your legs. You took the rag out of his hand, wringing it out before washing his shoulders, slowly moving over the rest of his muscles. As his head dropped lower and lower, you could see the stress begin to evaporate, allowing his body to loosen up slightly. “You must have been busy,” you commented on his tired state. 

“A lot has happened recently.” He looked down, finding the waves a lot more interesting than making eye contact. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He shook his head. “Not now.”

Not wanting to pry, you continued washing his skin in a comfortable silence. Once you had finished, you moved onto his arms, slowly washing, from biceps to fingers. You gave Alexios the rag for him to wash the front of his body, while you used your hands to slowly rub at the knots in his shoulders and back. It was easy to tell when he was done, as he had begun to fiddle with the rag in his hands instead of using it.

“Come,” you tapped him on his arm, standing up and heading out of the water and onto the beach. Picking up the blanket, you turned and wrapped it around his shoulders, wiping his face and neck dry with the excess material. He watched you, accepting the rare kindness with a soft and grateful smile. 

You redressed in the majority of your armour as Alexios dried himself off. As he redressed, you pulled out your bedrolls and gathered a few bits of kindling to start a fire. You sat down properly once the flames began to grow, feeling a presence join you now that he was decently clothed. Alexios was staring into the fire, and you could tell that this was going to be a night of few words, and instead one of comfort and reassurance. Lying down, you waited for him to follow suit. His head came to rest beside you, and you turned to see him watching you. Bringing your hand up to his hair, you began massaging his scalp, smiling as his eyes slowly started to close. 

“How did you find me?” he hummed.

“Just follow the commotion; you’re around there somewhere.” He opened his eyes to give you a fake glare.

“I never lost you, Alexios. Ever since we departed, I’ve been trying to catch up to you, but you’re hard to catch.”

“Then why did you keep looking?”

“Because being apart from you is a lot worse than the dangers that come with being with you.”

You stopped your movements when Alexios straightened, resting on his forearm to lean over you. “This can’t work. We’re mercenaries.”

“I’m willing to try if you are. So, mighty Eagle Bearer; are you?”

Alexios couldn’t help but smile. It was small, but it was there. His eyes moved between your eyes and lips countless times, to the point where you grinned mischievously and gently pushed the nape of his neck towards you. He was soft; interlocking his lips gently with yours, as if you would run away if he made one wrong move. You brought your other hand to push his hair behind his ear, resting your palm on his cheek. The kiss ended as you both broke apart slowly; backing away an inch at a time as your eyes opened. 

“I am.”

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Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine. (Nothing is true; everything is permitted.) The wisdom of our Creed is revealed through these words.

Me, deciding to start writing Assassin’s Creed fanfiction

Assassin: "Where other men blindly follow the truth, remember..."

Me, an Initiate: "Nothing is true."

Assassin: "Where other men are limited by morality or law, remember..."

Me, an Initiate: "Everything is permitted."

Assassin: "We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins."

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

Misthios (Alexios of Sparta)

A/N: I wanted to try my hand at an Assassin’s Creed one-shot because I haven’t been this obsessed over a character in the series since Ezio Auditore. It doesn’t help there is little to no fan-fiction about Alexios. Soon, I’m sure. Enjoy!

Summary: Selene of Megara, a mercenary (misthios), spots Alexios on her journey to Phokis. The bounty on his head is too good to pass and she follows him all the way to Elis just in time to see him partake in the Olympic fights.

Pairings: Alexios x OC

Warnings: Lots of tension and a very handsome character ahead.

Chasing a man for money wasn’t quite what I had in mind for a good time, but a couple thousand drachmae really were too good to let go. I traveled nearly the same number of miles and then some for one man: Alexios of Sparta. Misthios. Son of Nikolaos and Myrinne. The bane of my existence.

Each time I’d get close to him, he’d disappear. Gone. Then I’d have to start all over again, questioning anyone I saw. That’s probably how he keeps slipping through my grasp. He has friends who watch his back and several other misthios following him, too. I need to get to him first, before all of them.

I stroll through Elis’ capital city, home of the Olympics. Several athletes – men and women – stand in various parts of the streets. All in their undergarments, ready for their next fight. Some women avert their gaze from the men, probably married women not allowed to look at them. Men watch the women unashamed of their wives beside them. I roll my eyes and continue toward the Pankration arena. The Hippodrome is in the distance but is unfortunately closed, though it makes my job easier.

A gentleman involved with a nearby play, his name inconsequential to my hunt, led me right to the Pankration. Alexios will be there. I count on it.

Cheers and shouts fill the air as I near the stands. I can see two men in a drawn circle punching at each other. One rolls away from a punch and smoothly swings, connecting to the second man’s side. He stumbles. I’m swept away with the fight. I see nothing except the battle. I stand near the bottom of the stands, crossing my arms and watch. The fight doesn’t last long, the bigger man triumphant. The announcer began to introduce the next fighter and I tense as he walks out.

Alexios, in all his glory, struts out to the middle of the circle. I unapologetically stare at him. I may want to collect the bounty on him, but I’m happy Olympic athletes wear nothing but their underclothes. I can see every muscle in Alexios’ back, legs, arms... I swallow. Maybe hunting him could come later. Thank the gods I had yet to marry. I would miss out on such an entertaining show.

Expectedly, the misthios won all three of his fights, a fourth to come later. I watch him head toward a tent where I assume his armor and weapons sit. I sneak into the same tent from another way and smirk when his eyes fall on me. He only had his faulds on. I’m not shocked to see him smirk as well. He knows exactly who I am. I blame it on that bird of his.

“You finally found me,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. I have to force my gaze to stay on his face and not trail to the hair on his chest down to, well...

“You’re a hard one to catch, Alexios of Sparta.”

“And you are persistent, Selene of Megara. I’m surprised to see you so far from home.”

I scratch off a bit of dirt on his chest piece still on its stand. “I was already far from home when I caught wind of the price someone is willing to pay to bring you in.”

“Here I am.”

I eye him. He holds his arms out like he’s welcoming me to come forward. It’s tempting for reasons outside why I came to Elis, but I saunter over to him. His smirk doesn’t disappear. Mine grows.

“Maybe I can simply forget I’m hunting you and let everyone else come after you instead.”

“You could, but at what price?”

I pick up his pouch of coins and stand directly in front of him. “The same amount of drachmae directly from your pockets.”

“Only drachmae?” His eyes scan over my face.

When did my hunt suddenly turn into an odd game between us? My eyes gloss over his torso, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Alexios. His eyes darken. That’s why. Too bad I didn’t meet him before everything. We might have met under better circumstances.

“Only drachmae.”

He laughs and takes his drachmae from my hands. I don’t reach out for it. I want to see what he’s going to do next. Alexios just holds the pouch in his hands.

“I don’t believe you, Selene.”

Swallowing, I pull back my hood. “I came here for money and I expect it from you or from the man rewarding it.”

"I guess you'll need to hunt me down a little longer, Selene." Alexios ties his money to his belt. He reaches for his chest piece and slips it on.

I stare. I'm disappointed I can't take in his torso a bit longer, but I try not to let it show on my face.

He smirks again when he finishes dressing. He steps close and leans near my ear. "You'll find me in Sparta." He purposely lets the warmth of his breath linger in my neck. "See you soon, Selene."

I pull my sword out of the misthios that followed me around Sparta for too long. I didn’t lay low and caused the Spartans a lot more problems than they probably deserved. As a result, I have a hefty bounty on my head, though not as big as the one still on Alexios. I’m getting a bit impatient waiting for him and my drachmae.

A sword and a few coins are on the mercenary. I take it all and make my way to the nearest blacksmith. Might as well sell the sword and everything else useless on me. The exchange is quick and I get another 100 drachmae that I shove in my pouch. Time to find something else to do.

Strolling to a nearby cliff that towers over Sparta, I sit in a tree and close my eyes. It’s quiet outside of town. I spent a lot of time on that cliff. I hate being eyed by the Spartans in town. They never stop.

I’m not sure how long I dozed, but I suddenly got pulled out of the tree and slammed onto the ground. My eyes open and I stare up at a very amused Alexios. I don’t hesitate to punch his jaw and wrestle him onto his back. I pull my dagger out, holding it to his throat, as I straddle him.

“Malakas! Don’t sneak up on me. I won’t be so forgiving next time.”

Alexios chuckles, stretching his jaw a little. “So there will be a next time?”

I curse at him but stand. I don’t help him up. I stare as he dusts off his dark blue tunic. It fell to the mid-upper thigh and had no sleeves, letting the muscles in his limbs show proudly. He only has a broken spear on his back and a dagger on his waist.

“No armor?”

“There’s nothing to go to war for.”

I point at myself, “I’ve been waiting to claim that bounty still on your head, Alexios. I can cut you down much faster without your armor.”

His arms naturally come to cross over his chest, showing me those muscles in action. It’s hard to keep my eyes stationary on his face. 

“You’re not here to kill me, Selene.”

“Maybe not, but I am here for some drachmae.”

That stupid smirk shows up on his face as he steps closer to me. I point my dagger at him, but he easily pushes it away. “You’ll get your money, but first, come have dinner with my family.”

“I’m not here for dinner.”

“No, but you should come. I promise I’ll give you all the drachmae you want after.”

The temptation of drachmae brings a smile to my face. “All that I want?”

It was odd eating with strangers, let alone strangers in Alexios’ family. I didn’t speak much, just watched them interact. Myrinne tried to bring me into a conversation, but it was too uncomfortable. I wasn’t one with great table manners or social skills. I didn’t miss Alexios glance at me with his stupid smile.

After dinner, I was quick to leave with a short thank you to Myrinne. Alexios followed me out and kept walking with me as I went far from his home. We came back to the cliff I found peace. That’s where we find ourselves now.

He hands me a pouch that clinks with coins. I’m glad to take it and tie it to my belt.

“You certainly let a woman wait, Alexios,” I say.

“And you are a mystery.”

“I want drachmae and I’m going to get it.”

That smirk is back again and he starts to walk around me, almost like he’s stalking me. My hand hovers over my blade. His eyes glance down, amused.

“You say you want money, but your eyes say something else. I don’t think I’ve caught you looking at anyone like you stare at me.”

“The other misthios talk about you in passing, like you’re some god. I simply want to see who this misthios is.”

His eyebrows raise as if he’s expecting more. I don’t satisfy his expectations.

“You are an enigma.” Alexios stops walking and stands far too close to me.

I find myself glaring, trying to scare him away, but it does nothing. He reaches for my hair that I braided and stuffed inside my armor. I try not to gulp or show any signs of discomfort and nervousness as he decides it’s perfectly okay to run his fingers through it, taking it out of the braid.

“What do you think you’re doing?” My voice still holds strong but is quieter. It’s hard to keep looking at him when I want to just walk away.

His eyes glance up at my face, but he doesn’t stop. He looks back down at my hair before standing behind me to pull the rest out of the braid. Then he is standing in front of me once more. “You don’t need to be a misthios all the time.”

One step back. “You shouldn’t touch a woman unless she asks for it.”

“Your eyes say otherwise.”

My palms press against his chest to force distance between us. He obliges, but his lips turn up. The blasted man infuriates me but also intrigues me. I never should have started hunting him down. Going back to Megara would have been safer for my suddenly racing heart. 

“I hardly know you as more than a misthios,” I say as I bring my hands back to my side. “What you see is only in your head.”

His laughter makes my stomach lurch in anxiety. It’s unexpected and boisterous. “Being a stranger is what stops you? Oh, luludi mu, you truly are odd. Let us get acquainted then.”

I’m caught off guard as he grips my waist to pull me into him. His free hand grabs a bundle of my hair just as his mouth molds to mine. My instincts tell me to shove him away, but the second his hand squeezes my hair, I’m lost in him. Both of my hands tangle into his hair. I make such a mess of it immediately, pulling the half tied up out. It fans into our faces, but we don’t care.

My back comes in contact with the trunk of the tree I sat in earlier, and I’m hoisted up. My legs wrap around Alexios’ waist while he holds me up by one hand. His other is still preoccupied with my locks. 

He pulls away to catch his breath, his eyes smoldering. My chest heaves as I sloppily push his loose hair out of his face. Our pause doesn’t last long because Alexios is soon touching his lips to my cheeks, my jaw, my neck, and trailing as low as my armor allows. It’s ridiculous how weak I became under the look of one misthios.

“Is that introduction enough?” Alexios breathed, lifting me up higher on the tree.

I’m still trying to catch my breath and keep myself from completely losing myself. “Your idea of an introduction is unorthodox.”

“But it seems to be working.” His eyes glow brightly, glad that I’m no longer denying him. Alexios kisses my lips gently and gauges my reaction.

I figure my lips are already swollen and my cheeks flush. My eyes most likely show my inner-most feelings toward our situation because we were back at it. I just hope no one else uses the cliff for moments of peace. Peace is not what they would find.

MASTERLIST

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get to know me better.

[or fandoms that I am fond of with]

[wanted to make this to show my interests]

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Tips: [ ♡ ] refers to most loved ones for me.

& for movies and tv series I wrote those that I wanted to write a fic about or make edits from them and read stories about them.

lastly, you can request an edit such as wallpapers and icons OR story/prompt/oneshot from these likings such as games [gow, ac, etc.] your wishes always welcome! & requests are open for both edits and stories.

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⋯ marvel/mcu  ⋯

favorite characters: loki, bucky b.[ ♡ ], stephen s. [ ♡ ], peter parker, wanda m.[ ♡ ], ghost rider, deadpool, natasha

favorite movies [mcu]: ragnarok, infinity war, the winter soldier, iron man

favorite tv series [mcu]: loki, wandavision

⋯ dc ⋯

favorite characters: batfam members, especially bruce wayne/batman[ ♡ ], superman, green lantern [hal], doctor fate, zatanna, john constantine

favorite movies:  the batman (2022 and nolan triology)[ ♡ ], constantine, joker

favorite tv series:  the sandman

⋯ games [pc, ps] ⋯

god of war – kratos [ ♡ ], atreus [ ♡ ], mimir, freya, brok and sindri, heimdall [don’t judge me pls, I just loving cocky characters]

detroit: become human – connor [ ♡ ], markus, kara & hank

dying light 2 – aiden, hakon

resident evil series – chris, leon, jill, ethan

assassin’s creed series – ezio [ ♡ ], altair, connor, alexios [ ♡ ] & kassandra, da vinci

other games I like [to play & to watch]: red dead redemption 2, heavy rain, the last of us, uncharted 4

⋯ tv series ⋯

the boys – the boys members [ ♡ ], homelander [poor boy], maeve, soldier boy [very little far from putting the heart because of jensen’s amazing acting]

supernatural – dean, sam, castiel [ ♡ for all of these three], lucifer

other tv series I like/d: lost, obi-wan kenobi, sherlock, house of dragon & got

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star wars – obi-wan [ ♡ ], anakin/darth vader [ ♡ ], luke, leia, padme, r2-d2, [din djarin from tv series and ahsoka from animated series]

lord of the rings – nearly every character but mostly: gandalf, aragorn, sauron, galadriel

hobbit – also nearly every character but mostly: smaug, bilbo, thranduil, bard the bowman

other movies & movie series I like to watch for both the storyline and specific characters [there are so many because I am 100% movie lover but I will just write those I want to write about thanks to their characters]: the matrix [♥], twilight [thanks to robert pat.], the chronicles of narnia [ ♡ ], in time, the gentlemen, bullet train

new info will be added/removed from time to time, probably... and I hope you found common interests as me! I wanted to publish this as a personal post and something that you can get some information about me as well! thanks for visit my blog and this post, I wish to find you in my other posts & message section. have a nice day, night & life!  ♡   - rose.

[stormyblue90]

Blessed by the Gods

A little oneshot featuring Kassandra and Brasidas and the birth of their first child

Tagging some Kassidas fans: @j3nnt @cafekat91 @frolickingangels @crimsonsun1030 @cogitoire @alethiometry

Warning: Childbirth mention. I know some people are uncomfortable with that sooo...

Otherwise, pure fluff. Also PHOIBE LIVES AU! May write another oneshot to tie into this...not sure yet...

Anxiety filled Brasidas' heart and mind as he paced, it only continued to grow since dawn. He and Kassandra had been expecting their first child and she'd gone into labor just before the first rays of Helios crept over the horizon. Quickly shrugging on a chiton he raced out of the house to wake the midwife and Myrrine.

Once they arrived at his home the old crone of a midwife immediately pushed him out as he tried to head inside. Told him to wait like all the other expectant fathers saying "men had no place" in such a situation. Brasidas tried to convince her, but the woman wouldn't have it. She had a stubbornness to rival most hardened Spartan warriors. Seeing this was a battle he unfortunately could not win, he was forced to stay outside and instead left to make offerings and pray to both Artemis and Hera for a safe delivery and healthy child. Afterwards heading to the training grounds to help train the young Spartan boys there, anything to keep his worries at bay.

However the distractions could only work so long, and other instructors took over, seeing how distracted he was. Brasidas desperately wanted to be by his wife's side in such a trying time. Hours had gone by and it was nearly midday. Kassandra's water had yet to break when he brought back the midwife and her mother, so he wasn't sure how long she would have to suffer.

"Worried about your wife and child?" an old voice said, bringing his anxious mind back to the present.

An elderly man, greatly resembling Brasidas with silvery hair walked over, accompanied by Kassandra's father, Nikolaos.

"Pater? Yes, no matter what I do I can't seem to shake off such thoughts." Brasidas answered. "I've made offerings to both Hera and Artemis that everything goes smoothly, and keep muttering prayers to them."

"Ah I was the same that snowy evening you were born as well." the man, Tellis replied.

"I believe I remember, you couldn't sit still and you were so impatient to return home and made several offerings." Nikolaos added. "Sadly I was away from Sparta the day Kassandra was born, but thankfully I was here for Alexios."

"And you were even worse than I was!" Tellis replied. "Do not worry my son, Kassandra is strong, as will your child be I'm sure of it."

Brasidas nodded, he knew Kassandra was exceptionally strong and undoubtedly so would their child, carrying on the powerful bloodline of Leonidas; however it still didn't quell his fears.

"I only wish I could be at her side. However the midwife wouldn't have it, said it was no place for a man."

"Ah yes, that sounds familiar. Short with pale green eyes?" Tellis asked.

"Y-yes, how did you-"

"Because I remember her. Doris was a young assistant to the midwife who brought YOU into the world. Said the same thing to me. Stubborn then, and more so now."

"That would explain her comment about 'helping bring me into the world so she could just as easily send me to Hades' as she shoved me out of the doorway."

The two older men shared a laugh at that. In truth were anxiously waiting as well, both about to become grandfathers, but still not as worried as Brasidas.

"Phoibe!" Myrrine called out, standing by her now exhausted daughter.

The young girl from Kephallonia, now a teenager and adopted by Myrrine, ran into the room. "Yes? Is it over? Am I an aunt now? Is it a boy or a girl?" she questioned excitedly.

"Yes yes it's over, now quickly go, find Brasidas, tell him everyone's fine and he can return."

Phoibe nodded, and glanced at the midwife and her assistants, busy cleaning, caring for Kassandra, and swaddling the newborns. Quickly she took off to find the general.

She sprinted down the streets of Sparta, Ikaros flying overhead. Phoibe had a few ideas where he might be and she already checked some, her next destination was the training grounds. She did however stop briefly on the way to confirm if any had seen him, and they did say they saw him head that direction.

Once she arrived she asked the soldiers if Brasidas was there and that she had an urgent message for him. Sure enough he was there and Phoibe ran towards the place he was said to be, ignoring the young boys who either called out to her or began to show off. Phoibe only rolled her eyes and their obnoxious displays. How many times did she have to tell them, she wasn't interested in boys; instead it was a few Spartan girls who caught her eye.

Finally she found him, speaking with Nikolaos and who she assumed was Brasidas' own father, judging by their close resemblance.

"B-Brasidas!" she called out, trying to catch her breath as she stopped, leaning over with her hands on her knees.

"Phoibe! Is everything alright? Kassandra! The baby, are they-"

Phoibe stood up and nodded, a huge smile on her face. "Yes! She's fine. They're ALL fine. You can come back now!"

All? Brasidas' eyes widened as he realized what she meant. Tellis and Nikolaos looking to each other, small knowing smirks on their faces.

"Better hurry back home then." Tellis told him as Brasidas glanced towards him, as if wanting confirmation he heard Phoibe right.

Immediately he ran back home, nearly stumbling either on his own feet or from other people in the streets. The crisp autumn air rushing across his skin. No matter how fast he ran he just couldn't return home fast enough. His mind racing with so many thoughts, even more than before now.

Finally, finally he made it back home. The midwife, Doris, who had shooed him out of his own house earlier stood at the doorway. She tossed a damp towel to him, hitting him in the face with it.

"Clean yourself up first young man!" she commanded, clicking her tongue, "You're covered in dirt and sweat and I will not have anyone so filthy hold a newborn!"

Begrudgingly he did as the old crone asked, wiping off the sweat and dirt that covered him. He already knew not to argue with this woman. Once she seemed satisfied, she nodded in approval and let him inside.

"She's been moved back into the bedroom." she said.

Brasidas quickly made his way to their room, heart still pounding from both his run and nervousness. He saw Kassandra, the most exhausted he'd ever seen her, hair disheveled and dark circles rimmed her eyes from a lack of sleep. She was laying in bed, propped up by several pillows, a wrapped white bundle in her arms, cooing softly. Myrrine was by her side, but back turned to him. It looked as if she was holding something as well.

Brasidas let out a nervous breath he didn't realize he had been holding. Myrrine quickly turned to face him and she and Kassandra both looked towards him, huge smiles on their faces. It was then his suspicions were confirmed.

His eyebrows rose and his eyes widened when he saw Myrrine hold a second bundle, this one wrapped in a red blanket. A second baby, twins! He and Kassandra had twins!

"Brasidas!" Kassandra called out, her voice so tired but so joyful as well. "Twins! Can you believe it?"

He walked over feeling as is if his smile reached from ear to ear.

"Time to meet your Pater little lamb!" Myrrine said to newborn in her arms as she stood up, gently handing the red bundle to him, making sure he supported them properly.

"Meet your daughter. Kassandra holds your son." she told him.

"Chaire little one." He whispered, gently stroking the newborn's face. "Pater's here."

Brasidas felt tears of joy prick his eyes as he held his daughter and sat next to his wife on the bed. Not just twins, but both a daughter and son, he hadn't felt so blessed since Kassandra agreed to marry him.

"Now I know why it felt like they were training for the Olympics whenever they kicked. And why everyone said I was bigger than other pregnant mothers..." Kassandra said.

Brasidas laughed softly, "Yes, carrying twins certainly explains everything. I still can't believe it."

"Neither can I." Kassandra replied. "It still feels like a dream and I'll wake up back on Kephallonia.

It was still too soon to tell who the babies looked more like, him or Kassandra. Only time would tell, but it didn't matter who they resembled, he was just happy both were strong and healthy. For now the twins looked identical, pink, and soft. Though it did appear both shared his eye color since their eyes appeared too light to have Kassandra's rich, dark brown.

Brasidas lifted the swaddled newborn, giving her a soft kiss on top of her head, already covered in thick wisps of dark hair, as was her brother's. She wiggled, reaching one arm out of the blanket. It was then he noticed something peculiar.

On the inside of her upper arm, looked to be a birthmark. As he looked closer, he noticed it resembled an eagle in shape. Fitting given Kassandra's famous title.

"Kassandra, look there." He said, gesturing to the mark.

"It... looks like an eagle." She commented. "The Fates clearly have a sense of humor."

"Or she takes after her grandmother." Myrrine added, she too had been born with birthmarks on her arm resembling the stars of Aquila.

"She's not the only one." Kassandra replied as she shifted the blanket around the baby in her arms, revealing the back of his left shoulder.

The little boy also had markings, but instead of an eagle, the marks seemed to make up the constellation of Leo.

"The lion constellation." Brasidas said. "It seems the Fates DO have a sense of humor. Perhaps it's a sign we should name him after your grandfather."

Kassandra laughed as she wrapped her son back up. "Perhaps you're right." Gently she placed a kiss on his head. "Leonidas."

"And our daughter? Like you she seems to bear the eagle of Zeus. he asked.

Kassandra thought for a moment, "Hmm... Perhaps... Zenais?" she offered. "It appears we have been blessed by the Gods."

"Zenais." Brasidas repeated, mulling over the possible choice for a moment, before smiling and nodding. "Alright, Zenais and Leonidas." He leaned over, kissing Kassandra's temple, whispering "I love you, ALL of you."

[budugaapologist]

when you are reading this rant take full offense its 2am here and im mad as hell

fair warning this post is long as fuck and has several arguments pertaining to specific peeves i need to rant about before i go crazy. if you're not interested just keep scrolling it's not hard it's literally the core of social media navigation

you know what? ima say it.

black flag is the best ac game and deserves more recognition than just pirate drinking jokes because:

nearly every named character (sorry burgess and cockram) has development and personalities. cant say that for that many others in other games.

not too much fucking shit to do in it (unlike uhhhhhhhh every fucking other game in the franchise. stop it. i dont need 500 treasure chests in arno's game he already has an excellent revenue with the cafe. i dont need a ton of side quests. i dont need 30+ chests per london burough. i dont need a million question marks on my map. i dont need all of egypt or greece to be littered with shit to do. fuck this.).

unlocking shit is so much easier. edward knows where every treasure chest is and doesnt pay for treasure maps. and literally unlocking shit is so much easier.

base is slept on. its fucking cool. its fucking fun. its fucking useful as shit. its fucking pretty as all hell. fuck you.

good story, fun story, great dlc, relatable story (unless youre some bootlicking cowardly rich cunt) emotional story but not depressing (unity im looking at your ending. origins stop killing children.), satisfying end.

i can do the combat with one hand. you know what that means? i can eat and drink without pausing. i can reply to text messages without pausing. i can pet my dogs and cats while playing.

main character actually has changed by the end of the game a vast amount. motherfucker, edward changed more in his antó mission than ezio did in his trilogy.

if you dont complete all objectives you still have a passing score on the mission. do you know what its like to be raised to only get good grades on stuff and see yourself getting a 60% on a thing thats supposed to be a pass time just because you forgot something.

the naval combat isnt hard you just need practice. also i know the hunter ship sucks in the first mission you encounter but literally drop your sails but hold the wheel. once its in view let go. swim to it. take out the crew. swim back. bada bing bada boom go oneshot the crew. incredible, you're safe now.

legendary ship battles are really fucking cool and my mom doesnt yell at me for killing a giant beast for next to nothing.

the sea shanties and tavern songs slap.

farm animal petting simulator. not forced to kill dogs (ac3, odyssey).

obviously its good if the other games are just gonna copy paste it.

ed's tattoos are sick.

edward is literally the first canon bisexual. he literally says so in game. he literally fucking flirts with blackbeard. he literally was a pirate. why the fuck do you think birate is such an accurate pun.

diving outfit.

thicc.

the female characters dont have titties all over the place. even anne's boobs arent that big, which is good considering she is underage. the same cannot be said for many of the women in ezio's games.

guess who has a solid, interesting, and realistic personality. not kassandra or alexios thats for sure.

he is NOT moved by man pain (ezio, connor, bayek) to carry out his missions. he didn't want to be poor, he wanted to be able to provide for his family. he is just carrying out his dream to sail a ship. when he starts being "good", he is doing it out of guilt and shame on his past self (what, self reflection? someone, teach jacob this term), not because "wahh my girlfriend/mom/child/family died :'(", he wanted to make it up to his lost friends by making them proud and doing what they wished he had done. his regrets are in not being a better friend while mary was alive, not seeking out her killers (guards at fort). thatch's death crushed him, but he didn't thrust his anger on seeking revenge. and the characters that did die? they had personalities and development and were interesting and memorable. i cant tell you shit about cristina.

he is very respecting of women, especially for a white guy from the 1600s. he, as a teenager (under 17 i believe), attempted to save a woman he did not know and had no intentions of wooing (hey um ezio? you literally only were able to save cristina from being raped because you stalked her because you thought she was attractive. like thanks for saving her but uhh am i the only one that finds that creepy?) even though the odds of winning against three older men were stacked against him and he knew they could (and almost did) beat him to death. fuck if caroline wasnt there he would've been killed.

the modern day stuff is an excellent way to separate intense scenes and the little mini hacking games are fun puzzles. oh boohoo desmond isn't there? yes he was, half the things you hack literally give you desmond content.

rebecca's outfit fucking slaps.

from experience, its fun to play even if you dont know shit about the other ac games. pirates are cool and the story is easy to follow, just be prepared to find some of the other endings big letdowns or lots of the other games' missions boring.

is that fanservice that goes both ways but doesnt oversexualize any gender? why yes, it is!

stop reducing black flag to alcoholism jokes like yall constantly fucking do, it has so many other talking points and if you wanna make fun of something maybe choose something that isnt addiction. literally i make fun of edward constantly without pointing out his alcoholism it isnt that hard. if you're gonna make fun of edward for drinking rum when water in the 1700s often wasnt safe and making fun of him when he was depressed (he has multiple other intended self harming behaviors shown in game so no, he wasnt just drinking because its fun), why don't i see the same "wHy is aLL tHe WiNE gONe?" posts for arno? he was an alcoholic too. in fact arno and edward have a lot of the same forms of depression but oh, arno's a more serious character personality wise and isn't a pirate so his grieving isn't as funny.

and like, there are plenty of other things to make fun of with edward that might not make light of alcoholism because no, edward's drinking in the main story was not written to be a joke. here, a list of things i regularly make fun of him for:

this highwaisted man's got feminine hips

there is no reason for him to be that thicc

his bangs are a mess

his hair???? glows???? okay rapunzel.

his tatts that are just lines

actually you know what his tatts in general what do they mean ubisoft what even language are the words on his body in

how this whore opens the bottled messages on the beach. "ah yes, let me put this mysterious item in my mouth. i have no idea where its been. i could very well open it to read a note that says "i pissed on this""

"woman i just met... must respect her.. man i just met... im either going to give you a death threat, tease you, or flirt... sometimes multiple choices will be done......"

i mean he had the full right to be a bastard to walpole on the beach since he did try to be friendly but walpole was being to bitchy and needy. and like them being stranded wasnt edward's fault but walpole was still gonna make him build a ship and there is no reason for edward to trust walpole since after they get to havana he can easily just be like "thats a pirate, hang him." but like. the way he just immediately decides to steal his identity. legend.

why does he just blindly follow older men's orders like that

he trims his beard to a very odd location. i know it isn't a flattering pose but like. look at the underside of his jaw.

"how many references to dog behavior can we put in one character"

phobia of sleeping in a bed

"you saved my life i am eternally grateful."

edward are you seriously arguing with your eight year old daughter about the difference between a boat and a ship

where are your tanlines

how did he not die of skin cancer first

edward probably doesnt have any body hair because ubisoft didnt want his legs to glow in the dark too

look at his marooned outfit. bitch what the fuck is on your shirt. and where are your hair ties.

his dramatic beauty guru smokey eyes

he held that sword by the blade in the single madman quest. wh

anyway, the long run of this is, if you're gonna reblog an edward post from me specifically to make fun of an overused joke, go fuck yourself.

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

Characters/ Types of Request

**Characters will be added if I can imagine them actually saying the words I write

All characters will be aged up 21 yrs.+ if they are originally minor. I will repeat once more, I started this page incredibly young --- back then, it was appropriate for me to like kid characters because I was a kid myself. But I am older now. If you want me to write about a character that first premiered as a minor, I will only write about them in an adult setting. Meaning, all characters, from this day (1/3/2023) and onwards, are fully grown adults going through adult situations w/ the exception of a flashback or .

Example.

My canon universe --- BNHA is a University Setting. JJK is a current/post-canon University Setting. Haikyuu!! is a University Setting. Anything before 2023 is to be treated as a teenager's want to practice literature.

From now on, things will work differently.

If you read this, thank you for your time.

Feel free to request according to the establish rules.

...

One Piece -

Pirates

Monkey D. Luffy

Portgas D. Ace

Zoro Roronoa

Sanji Vinsmoke

Trafalgar D. Law

Kid Eustass

Killer

Shanks

Katakuri Charlotte

Silvers Rayleigh

Gol D. Roger

Doflamingo Donquixote

Dracule Mihawk

Marco the Phoenix

Thatch

Izo

Benn Beckman

Sir Crocodile

Marines

Smoker

“Aokiji” Kuzan (ex-marine ver. too)

“Kizaru” Borsalino

“Akainu” Sakazuki

“Fujitora” Issho

Captain Koby

Rocinante Donquixote

Monkey D. Harp

Sengoku

World Government

Kaku

Rob Lucci

Other.

Kyoshiro / Denjiro

My Hero Academia -

Pro-Heroes/University Students

Katsuki Bakugou

Izuku Midoriya

Shouto Todoroki

Hitoshi Shinsou

Eijirou Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Tenya Iida

Hanta Sero

Momo Yaoyorozu

Ochaco Uraraka

Fumikage Tokoyami

Mina Ashido

Mirio Togata

Tamaki Imajiki

Inasa Yoarashi

Eri (Parental)

Pro-Heroes/Professors

Shouta Aizawa / Eraserhead

Toshinori Yagi / All Might

Hizashi Yamada / Present Mic

Tsunagu Hakamata / Best Jeanist

Keigo Takami / Hawks

Enji Todoroki / Endeavor (Debatable)

Nemuri Kayama / Midnight

Taishiro Toyomitsu / Fat Gum

Gunhead

Sekijiro Kan / Vlad King

Shinji Nishiya / Kamui Woods

Villains

Kurogiri

Tomura Shigaraki

Touya Todoroki / Dabi

Chisaki Kai / Overhaul

Himiko Toga 

Haikyuu!! -

Karasuno

Kageyama

Hinata

Tsukishima

Nishinoya

Asahi

Tanaka

Daichi 

Suga

Keishin Ukai

Nekoma

Kuroo

Kenma

Aobajohsai

Iwaizumi

Oikawa

Date Tech High

Aone

Fukurodani 

Bokuto

Akaashi

Shiratorizawa

Ushijima

Tendou

Assassin’s Creed - 

Assassin’s

Ezio Auditore

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad

Connor Kenway

Alexios

Jacob Frye 

Yusuf Tazim

Templar’s

Shay Patrick Cormac

Haytham Kenway

John Wick -

John Wick

Fire Force -

Company 1

Leonars Burns

Karim Flam

Rekka Hoshimiya

Huo Yan Li

Company 5

Hibana

Company 7

Benimaru Shinmon

Hikage (Parental)

Hinata (Parental)

Konro Sagamiya

Company 8

Akitaru Obi

Lisa Isaribi

Iris

Maki Oze

Takehisa Hinawa

Shinra Kusakabe

Tamaki Kotatsu

Viktor Licht

Vulcan Joseph

White-Clad

Sho Kusakabe (Parental)

Assault

Other.

Joker

Jujutsu Kaisen -

Yuji Itadori

Megumi Fushiguro

Nobara Kugisaki

Gojo Satoru

Toge Inumaki

Levi Ackermann

Maki Zenin

Sukuna

Aoi Todo

Kento Nanami

Suguru Getou

Toji Fushiguro

Imagines - (Open)

Imagines will consists of a requested or on-the-spot-idea with a gif/pic with a really short story

Oneshots - (Closed)

When sending a request, I will write a 1k-word fic based on requested scenario and character. If I’m really familiar with the character, I may write more to it.

Drabbles - (Closed)

Very much like oneshots but usually consists of less than 700 words.

Headcanons - (Open)

These are really fun to do! Send in a few characters names and I’ll tell you how they’ll likely to react depending to your requested scenario

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Tag list?

So I wanted to know... there were some people who wanted me to tag them with specific fanfics. Do people want me to tag them for certain characters in general? If so I’ll gladly create a tag list :)

If anyone is interested, I will write stories for these characters; in other words, I’ve planned/ I plan to write for these:

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Ahsoka Tano

Ben Solo

Darth Maul

Darth Vader

Captain Rex

Kylo Ren

Leia Organa

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

The Mandalorian:

Din Djarin

The Child

The Witcher:

Geralt of Rivia

Assassin’s Creed:

Jacob Frye

Evie Frye

Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor)

Edward Kenway

Alexios

Detroit: Become Human:

Connor

Gavin Reed

Final Fantasy 15:

Gladiolus Amicitia

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Prompto Argentum

Red Dead Redemption 2:

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Yakuza:

Kazuma Kiryu

Goro Majima

Bold: Characters for whom I already have a story in my drafts

What I’m writing right now and for what people already asked to be tagged in (I’m mentioning you guys just to make sure I’m correct):

The Dragonborn | M!Reader x Geralt of Rivia [The Witcher & Skyrim Crossover] (Oneshot)

Geralt and Jaskier meet a stranger in the woods while on the hunt for a special monster. They decide to team up but neither does Geralt realize that his prey is close to him nor does the stranger notice he's the one being hunted...

@yes-captainstark @stuckupstucky

A Strange Jedi | [Fem!Reader] (Series)  | Part III of A Real Jedi

Y/N meets Adam Driver, an actor. The man knows things about the Jedi and the padawan will find out what he’s hiding. Only problem: He’s not really keen on trying to help her. So she takes matters in her own hands. Meanwhile, Y/N’s Master and Obi-Wan and Anakin are worried about her disappearance...

@infinte-exist-ence

The Master of Feelings | [Fem!Reader] (Oneshot)

Padawan Anakin is battling his feelings for Padmé Amidala. That's when he hears some rumors about a Jedi Master who can help with anything that involves feelings. He decides to pay Master L/N a visit to the dismay of Obi-Wan and the Jedi Council.

@cowboyenorgy

Enemies | [Fem!Reader x Darth Maul] | Star Wars

Y/N mourns for something she can never have but Maul won't let her.

If you want to be tagged in any of these or for any characters please send me a message or comment on this post :)

[mankillercalledbunny]

Hey so because I'm an impulsive human being who has no inclination to stop does anyone wanna read a university au oneshot in which Jacob Frye, Connor Kenway and Alexios Eaglebearer are flatmates and Jacob is a practical joker

[gray-anxiety]

Gray Dragion’s Gucci Character Masterlist

HC’s, Drabbles (to be requested), Oneshots, Fanfics, Characters (you’re here!)

(The links will take you to individual masterlists for said character)

* = to be requested/ written (I have too many ideas and too little inspiration)

Side note: If I don’t do your request I’m so sorry- I probably forgot to do it or had no inspiration-

MARVEL:

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson*

Peter Parker*

Tony Stank*

ASSASSIN’S CREED:

Shay Cormac

Edward Kenway*

Connor Kenway*

Alexios*

ATTACK ON TITAN:

Levi Ackerman

Mikasa Ackerman*

Eren Yeager*

HAMILTON:

Marie Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert Du Motier Marquis De Lafayette

Thomas Jefferson

[imagines-of-the-creed]

Don’t know what to write...

I really wanna write something, but I don’t know who for and what about. I wanna write something short, but I’ve never been able to do that, lol.

It doesn’t help that I’m listening to Syndicate’s soundtrack and taking me back down memory lane. 

Send in suggestions and i’ll try to write something short out of it?? Try not to add too much detail, but enough to let me create a picture??? (Sorry if i’m asking too much)