#desmond miles x y/n

[yasashii-leaf]

I guess it happens that y/n doesn't even realize Desmond's personality change, especially in the middle of the night. Y/n is way too tired and doesn’t notice or remember.

[teecupangel]

So Desmond can’t understand their French but would he be able to operate things since he’s a blob? Sure, Goomies don’t necessarily change their blob appearances but Desmond could probably learn how to use his blob appearance to tap things.

Why is this important?

Because even if Desmond is a Pokemon, he still has the skills of a pickpocket master and he’s seen people use the Pokedex (which he sorta mistake as a phone) and thought maybe he could use it to communicate.

It’s in French but Desmond uses 21st century tech so he can navigate the menus well enough to find the ‘change language’ setting.

Once it’s English, he realized that this Pokedex cannot be used to communicate in a way that Desmond needed it to.

But he does find the article for Goomy and that’s where he learns of possible attacks he could ‘learn’.

And…

Also the fact that there are notes about the Shiny Goomy (him) and how the Pokedex doesn’t even recognize him as a type of Pokemon, dun dun dun.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thero0ks]

In Our Next Life <Desmond Miles>

My last fic of 2020. I promised a Desmond Oneshot, and here it is. A little bit of angst to end 2020.

“All he ever did was use you.” Kyle shouted, exasperated his arms waving as if it’d solidify his point. “Why can’t you see that?” His voice grew quiet as he took her in. 

The leather jacket she wore barley staved off the cold. Her arms hugged herself, she looked small and guarded as her hair fell in her face. It created a curtain between her and her boyfriend. She never let him past her walls, and she knew it wasn’t fair to him. He deserved her whole heart, but all she could offer him were whispers of a smile. 

“He left.” Kyle continued, logic spewing from his lips, “he didn’t even bother to say goodbye.” 

“He dis-”

“Yeah, yeah he disappeared.” Kyle said, waving her off. This excuse was nothing new to him. This argument seemed to take place weekly as of late. “Well guess what Y/N. He’s a grown ass man. He can take care of himself.” His hand ran through dirty blonde locks. “I think we’re done.” He concluded, “I can’t live up to a ghost, and you can’t let go.” 

Y/N gnawed at her lip as she listened. Guilt washed over her. She had to be the worst girlfriend that had ever existed. It wasn’t fair to Kyle to let him live in the shadow of the man she couldn’t let go. For the first time she started to think Kyle’s words had merit. Desmond had been gone for five months. Most likely he thought disappearing would be easier than ending things. Hope caressed her telling her he would never. Such a damning thing hope was. “I’m sorry Kyle.” She said softly, her (e/c) eyes locked with his. He could see the tear tracks down her cheeks. “You deserve someone who can give you their heart.” 

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Desmond crouched on the rooftops watching the scene unfold. Guilt flooded him. He had been taken, but he never tried contacting her once he was free. If Abstergo knew he loved her they’d go after her, and he couldn’t risk her safety. He hadn’t planned on eavesdropping tonight. It was mere coincidence he’d happened to be running across rooftops when he saw her. 

“Dammit, (Y/N).” He muttered. “Move on, go after him,” but he knew she wouldn’t. 

There was no one who knew her better. He wasn’t surprised she had hung on these past five months. Loyalty was one of her strongest traits, the only thing stronger than her loyalty was her stubbornness. Which he’d bared witness to tonight. She was too stubborn to let him go, even if it meant she would wind up miserable and alone.

The (petite/curvy/lean) woman watched another ex walk away. It wasn’t until he was out of sight did she turn on her heel and make her way home. She shoved her hands in her pocket, and kicked a few rocks for good measure. Desmond followed along in the rooftop shadows. The thought of her walking home alone at night didn’t sit well with him. 

He watched her fish her keys out of her pocket. She hadn’t moved out of their tiny apartment, and he was sure if he checked the parking lot he’d find his motorcycle. It was an impulsive decision entering her apartment through one of her windows. Her scent filled him, and his body relaxed. It felt like home. He ran his hand down the row of hoodies neatly hung in the closet. 

“Desmond, where are you? You’re way off course.” Rebecca’s voice came over his Bluetooth ear piece.

“I’m just making a quick detour.” He responded back, before muting the device. He left the small box on the dresser as his feet carried him into the living room. 

Amber eyes flickered over the wall lined with books, Y/N had apparently picked up a reading habit since he disappeared. A smile grew as he noticed the gaming consoles lining her entertainment center. She hadn’t changed a bit. 

The door swung open revealing the only woman Desmond had ever truly loved. She flicked on the light, and his breath caught in his throat seeing her face up close again. He had a few seconds to take her in before her eyes flickering up at him. 

Her jaw went slack, and her eyes went wide. “Desmond?” Her voice came out as a whisper. 

“Hey Y/N.” He said tentatively, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“I thought…” Her voice trailed off as her feet carried her closer to him. 

Fingertips reached out to place feather light touches across his stubble. She pulled him into her embrace, and he could feel tears wet his neck. “You’re alive.” 

He wrapped his arms around her. He’d longed for her touch for so long, and it didn't matter how many Animus’ he climbed in, or how many ancestor’s lives he relieved. No one’s touch could compare to her’s. “I wanted to come earlier, but it wasn’t safe.” He murmured against her skin. “It still isn’t safe.” He added, reality crashing through him. 

He smoothed her hair savoring her touch. Desmond had put to sleep all of his regrets when he decided to become an assassin. He didn’t regret his decision until he touched her skin again. This would be the only regret that would haunt him for the rest of his life. “You need to forget about me.” 

Hollow words echoed inside her. Pain shot through her heart, and she felt as though she’d strayed into an old memory. Those words sounded so familiar, and the pain had echoed across many lifetimes. “You don’t mean that.” Her words came out as a plea. ‘Please don’t mean that’ is what she wanted to say, because some part of her knew he meant every single word. 

“I’m not who you thought I was.” He took a step back, keeping her at arm's length. His touch had gone cold, and Y/N could feel the chasm grow between the two. She was desperate to fly across, and he was slowly leaving her behind. 

“Sell my motorcycle, and take yourself to Paris, or Rome.” He continued, seeing (e/c) eyes glaze over with unshed tears. Hurt and confusion swirled in her eyes, and it felt like a knife to his heart. “Move on, get married, have kids. You’re going to be the best mother.” 

Desmond had hoped that would be their future. That was before Abstergo had abducted him, and he’d finally accepted his fate as an assassin. “I wanted those things with you.” Her voice was small.

“Maybe in another life.” Desmond whispered, pressing his lips to hers. In the blink of an eye he was pulling his hood up, and disappearing out her bedroom window. Y/N followed him to the window, but he’d disappeared into the black night. She sunk to her knees, tears falling freely down her cheeks. 

She’d had her heart shattered twice within the span of a couple hours. The finality of Desmond’s visit was sinking in. The way she had pictured their reunion was filled with joy and love, but what she got was a lifelong heart break instead. The apartment felt empty. Desmond was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. Kyle’s words echoed in her head, “all he ever did was use you.” 

Maybe he was right. Perhaps Desmond never really loved her. If he did he never would have left her, right? He said it wasn’t safe for them to be together. Did she even know who Desmond Miles was? She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Pulling herself up, she shut the window. Something caught her eye. She approached her dresser to pick up the small black velvet box. Her breath caught in her throat as she opened it to reveal an engagement ring. 

Desmond loved her. All of her doubts were laid to rest. The pain of what would never be weighed on her as she sat on the edge of her bed clutching the ring.

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Desmond sat on the edge of the rooftop wiping his eyes. It’d taken everything inside him to walk away. It was for her safety that he left her. His heart ached at what he lost. He’d hoped Y/N would move on, even if he wouldn’t. He’d meant it when he told her he hoped they’d meet in the next life. 

He wanted the happy ending with her, but it wasn’t in the cards for them. Maybe that’s why he left the ring. She needed to know how he felt. He’d carried that thing around for seven months. Looking for the right time to pop the question, but it never came. Now it never would. 

He let his mind drift off into a daydream he’d conjured quite often when he was at Abstergo. Arms wrapped around Y/N as they sat on the patio, watching their kids play. 

The beeping of his Bluetooth pulled him back to reality. “Desmond, you okay?” 

“Yeah Rebecca. I’m on my way.” He got to his feet, allowing himself one last look back at her window. “I’ll find you in our next life. I promise.”

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[marshmallow--3]

Imagine - sleeping with Desmond Miles while you're on the run.

There's never a moment's peace.

If Desmond isn't being dragged away from you for Animus business, the voices of your friends and coworkers echo through the ridiculously thin walls and remind you both just how cramped your temporary headquarters is. And let's face it, Shaun's prattling on in the neighbouring room doesn't exactly help set the romantic mood.

By some miracle you manage to be intimate one night. After you sucking his cock and him fingering you, not quite to orgasm but just enough to stretch you out, he lays you both on your side, takes your leg into his hand and lines his cock up behind you, pressing in slowly.

He's in complete control of his sounds, managing to stay completely silent - though the firm squeezes of your thigh tells the tale of just how much he's enjoying the slick heat of your pussy hugging his cock. You, on the other hand, are not so skilled at keeping quiet.

Stray moans slip out here and there, you quickly purse your lips and listen for any indication that the others had heard. You brave a hushed coo of his name; despite shushing you exasperatedly, you feel the outline of his grin when he presses his lips into your neck, kissing the curve, his tongue lapping up the sweat that gathers there.

As you approach your orgasm, you begin to lose all control. Your hips buck back against his thrusts, the bedsprings creaking in sporadic intervals as your weight shifts. You whisper his name in a chant, mere murmurs under your breath that you'd surely have to have superpowers to hear.

As the head of his cock rocks back and forth on your g-spot, the warmth blossoming in your stomach at such a blissful sensation, your head snaps back, your body spasming, your mouth agape as you prepare to shriek. Sensing the impending din, Desmond quickly clamps his hand over your mouth, the very same hand he'd used to finger you with. Smelling your sweet juices on his fingers, a heady stickiness lingering under your nostrils, your eyes roll shut as you shudder breathily, adoring the intimacy of his act.

After reaching his own orgasm, pulling out and spraying his seed over your ass, he lies flat in the wet patch and rolls you into his body. With one hand tucked under his head, the other circling your shoulder, he closes his eyes and pants, recovering from such an intense climax on his part. You love the rise and fall of his chest after any kind of exercise, the way his pecs flush pink, sweat dripping from every inch of skin.

"Fucking hell," he breathes, pressing kisses against your forehead.

You hum in agreement, your eyes drooping shut as your breathing deepens, all energy sapped after such a thorough fucking.

@sassenach-on-the-rocks @katbernoulli @winterwriter8845 @iceboundstar @lcvingvincent @balladofthesadcat

[harveybwabbit92]

[Sequel to Arno forgetting Y/n’s Birthday.] 

[Arno is fishing with Altair,Ezio,Connor and Desmond.]

Arno: This midnight fishing is great.

Ezio: Sounds to me like someone doesn't want to go home.

Arno: Yeah, I'm laying low. Today's is not a very good day to be around Y/n.

Desmond: Yeah? Whys that?

Arno: I’m not really sure, She’s been acting weird, all day Like I forgot her birthday or something!

[Ezio,Connor and Desmond look at each other wince, knowing exactly what today-...yesterday was!]

Connor: I...

[Altair cuts him off. Arno takes a drink of his beer and sighs. He then takes another drink...but then.]

Arno: [spits beer out] ...ARHHHHGGG!

Altair: There it is!

[laydengardrs-brain-dumps]

What mutations I think the (playable) assassins and templars would have

I got X-Men brainrot but remembered AC exists, so here’s my list on which Assassins/Templars as mutants and what their abilities would be Desmond Miles - Guy sees dead people for a living - I think he’d have some ParaNorman shit going on - Explains the incredibly vivid bleeding effect pretty well imo - He most likely needs to seek help for it but you know what it’s like being a fugitive from Templars

Altar Ibn-La’Ahad: - His mutation prevents him from touching water - I imagine him having some enhanced strength, maybe even a light healing factor (I’m sorry homie survived bleeding out) - Definitely has a higher pain tolerance than most (we already knew that)

Ezio Auditore: - Definitely an empath of some kind - Like to the point where he himself gets upset (more than he does canonically) if someone’s in distress, and can immediately tell something’s wrong with no indication - Heightened agility and endurance - I will not be elaborating, you saw how many years he lasted as an Assassin

Edward Kenway: - This man’s mutation would be some shit like attraction to metals or something, given his luxurious life after retiring from piracy, and his want for wealth - That man sniffed out enough money to live in a mansion in London - Also I think he’d have a stronger resistance to alcohol, so he has to drink more to get drunk, but also won’t get alcohol poisoning so easily

Haytham Kenway: - This man has some telepathy, at least to sway people’s opinions - He can’t control it all too well, it just happens - Hence he easily gains the trust or affections of a lot of people - There are some people who would be more resilient to his persuasion, he can’t really do anything about it

Connor: - My guy literally feels the wellbeing of the p l a n e t - Like he will tell you how the plants are feeling or some bs like that - Idk but I feel he’d be able to predict natural disasters

Shay Cormac - I feel like this is a copout but this guy’s luck is 10 (fallout perk measurement) - Either that or he can literally manipulate reality in his favour - Like how tf do you think he caught Charles Dorian exactly when he was alone and looking for his son - And no one even batted an eye until he collapsed AFTER Shay had already left

Arno Dorian - Arno would be able to detect people’s life signs from a certain radius - I’m literally putting sense to the eagle vision through walls thing by saying he can feel them - Like he could tell if someone was sick, dying, actually alive (if perceived dead), etcetera - I feel like he gets incredibly sad when an innocent person dies

Jacob Frye - Invulnerability, or at least a heightened resistance to injury - You could throw this man from a 10-story building - Trust me he’ll live - He’s very emotional though - You see all that physical resilience? - It’s to make up for his lack of emotional resilience - You’ve seen him get upset - I’m right and you know it

Evie Frye - Channelling Ozymandias - If you’ve seen/read Watchmen you know what I mean - This woman would have a VERY heightened intellect - That doesn’t make her immune to stupidity - She’s just smarter than e v e r y o n e - I don’t make the rules

I haven’t played any of the others, so you’re not getting them Get noobed (jk I’ll update this once I get around to playing them)

[itseivwhore]

|Ezio Auditore x reader|(Modern)

I was at the beach for an entire day,from morning until evening:with the sun and the impossible heat (plus my pride and the thought of being invincibile to everything and everyone),didn't exactly help the stay...so I ended up to have billions of sunburns all over my shoulders and face (who would have thought...I've been spending 17 years at the beach every damn Summer,yet I never got such a bad sunburn like this one.Invincible my ass). And I was stuck on my bed,I couldn't even move...so how better to spend all this free time if not to write something?

Have a little modern au imagine with all of the Assassins,and at least but not last,with the reader comforting Ezio struggling and being a bit dramatic with the big sunburns he got.

Because I was annoyed,and it was the only idea I got.Oh and it won't be like all my other long imagines:this one will be quite short...maybe.(Oh x 2,I would like to point this out:the writing style will be a little bit different from all the other one shots I have written,since this will be a modern one,so don't really expect philosophical speeches).

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Summer.

Probably the most awaited season of the year,where everything changes and the world takes on a new and youthful aspect:longer and warmer days,holidays,exciting and fun experiences,countless of new opportunities to spend free time with friends;maybe spending a few weeks in a beautiful house right in front of a lake,in the middle of nature,away from the city and its continuous noise...and this is what Ezio organized:three weeks in that beautiful large wooden house,where he would celebrate his birthday.

Everybody knew that the Italian boy had always-always-organized fantastic parties,with hundreds of people,inviting almost the whole school and all the people he knew,celebrating all night long.Everybody knew about his famous,big parties.But the group of his closest friends was shocked and amazed,to say the least,when Ezio declared that for this year there would be no big and crazy party:just a few weeks,all together,a sort of summer holiday,near a lake,in the middle of a forest.

And everyone,of course,expected that Ezio had rented an ultra-modern and very expensive house,but when they all arrived at the place of residence,they remained amazed:that infamous house,which the Italian had so long mentioned,was nothing more than a large,simple,two-storey wooden chalet.The outside of the house was surrounded by a thick layer of grass,decorated with many small colorful flowers,overlooked by large trees that partially covered the large lawn with their shade.A hammock had been tied right in the middle of two trees,and was slightly moved by the warm summer breeze.

The interior was spacious and furnished in a very simple way with wodden fornitures,and everything was more cozy and soft thanks to that small touch of vintage everywhere in the house:pendulum clocks,antique paintings hanging on all the walls,huge windows that illuminated immensely the large living room.The second floor was just where the numerous bedrooms were,as well as having a large and spacious balcony overlooking the majestic lake,giving a truly beautiful view.

In short,a truly delightful house,reserved and discreet,away from towns and cities.

Everyone,on the other hand,had found various activities and amusements to do:who,like Edward,Jacob,Ezio and Desmond,as soon as they arrived at the chalet,had lost no time and immediately dived into the lake,swimming and playing in the cool water;who,like Connor and Altaïr,had decided to take a walk in the woods near the chalet,looking for silence and peace,away from Jacob's screams,Edward's dirty jokes and Ezio's curses;who,like Evie and Arno,sat in the shadow of the mighty tall white poplars reading books,sometimes muttering something to each other;who,like Leonardo,spent most of his time painting the landscape around him.

Y/n instead spent the hours of the day alternating between being in everyone's company:swimmimg with the four boys in the lake,or walking together with Altaïr and Connor in the middle of the woods,or simply chatting with the two readers,or watching the painter paint his masterpieces.And,during the last hours of the evening,being together with Ezio,cuddling him,spending sweet and almost infinite moments with him,laying in the hammock next to him,laughing at his flirty comments,shivering at his reserved and gentle touches and blushing at his tempting and allouring glances.

The whole group was having fun,no one was bored,the days went by fast,and Ezio's birthday was getting closer and closer.Everything was normal.

Until...

"Santo Dio!" a heartrending scream of pain,coming from inside the chalet,interrupted the quiet of that mid-June afternoon.All of them had gathered in the large living room,standing around him.Curses and cries of pain had little to do with all that fuss:the real reason why the whole group had gathered in the living room was-as one might have imagined-for Ezio himself.

Once he was finally back from a full day at the lake,most of it spent sunbathing,everyone noticed how incredibly reddish his face had become-noticing however that he was wearing his t-shirt again.But he just shrugged it off,reassuring everyone by telling that it was 'completely normal',as if nothing happened.But the hours went by,and with them grew-more and more-the pain that became unbearable,impossible to ignore,the realization that became more and more vivid in his mind.And consequently,even his complaints and pain only grew:starting from barely audible groans to loud shouts,catching the attention of the whole group...who tried to do everything to help him,but in vain.

"Don't...don't touch me!" Ezio intimidated with a threatening voice,pointing a finger at all his friends who,a little surprised,a little worried-and even a little amused-were in front of him.

"Please,you need to take of your shirt off,Ezio!"  Y/n prayed him for the umpteenth time in an exasperated tone,slowly taking a few steps towards the guy,spreading her arms,wanting him to understand that she didn't have any bad intentions.

"I don't need to do anything!Leave me be!" Ezio shouted again with eyes burning with rage,backing away when he saw his fiancée approaching him,his flashing gaze wandering quickly over all his friends' faces.

"You are shouting like a girl,mate.Quit it" Edward's loud,bored and singing voice came from the kitchen,too busy rummaging through the fridge to turn around and look at the poor boy.

"Zitto Kenway!" the Italian apostrophied him,panting heavily,red in the face,drops of sweat running over his forehead,while he walked quickly back and forth in the living room,trying to avoid the looks and comments of everyone.

"Be a man and take that shirt off,you are complaining for nothing" Jacob replied in a careless,nonchalant voice,passing next to Ezio and then placing a heavy hand on his shoulder,purposedly giving some loud pats:smirking in a purely amused way when he saw the Italian hissing and groaning in pain.

"Don't.Touch.Me." Ezio repeated in a cold sharp-edged whisper,violently swatting the Bitish' hand away from his shoulder,watching Jacob chuckling and throwing himself on the couch,sitting beside Arno,who was silently observing the scene.

"Ezio please,try to be reasonable" even Leonardo tried to persuade his friend,thus beginning to talk to him,sometimes even murmuring something in Italian,gesturing from time to time.

Desmond,who in the meantime had returned from the kitchen and was holding a beer in his hand,entered the living room,confusedly looking at Ezio for brief moments,and then sitting down next to Arno

"So that's what Italians are like when they're angry,huh?They shout and insult you?" he asked in a whisper,raising an eyebrow,trying not to be heard from him,receiving instead a furious look that,if he had the power to kill,the young Miles would find himself lying on the wooden floor,dead.Desmond simply cleared his voice a couple of times,then opened his beer and drank a few sips,turning to his French friend when he heard him hide a mischievous smile.

"Not only when they are angry.They're always like that" Arno said,raising a corner of his lip in a bitterly amused smile when he looked up at Ezio,seeing him respond to the artist in a rather nervous,impatient manner.Y/n,meanwhile,had gathered all the patience and strength she could have in herself;she knew that the boy could be dramatic when these things happened:she knew him too well,and she knew she had to use gentle manners with him,not forcing him to do things he didn't want to do.

So,walking slowly towards Ezio once more,with a small,pure smile on her rosy lips,she stopped in front of him,looking into his fervent,deep,dark eyes:and when his shiny eyes met and locked with her e/c ones,the violent fire burning inside his gaze disappeared immediately,returning to the warm,calm,soft brown eyes that she loved.She sighed lightly,looking up at him.

"You have to take off your shirt,you'll only make things worse" the girl explained in a serious tone,but not scolding him and,rising on her tip toes she grabbed his head,slowly took the sunglasses out of his hair,placimg them on a small table next to the sofa."Let me help you,alright?" she proposed to him with a sweet,loving,caring smile,starting to raise the edges of his shirt.

He couldn't do anything.How could he refuse the help of the person who endured him and loved him most of all?He simply couldn't.So he got help from her,but some loud hiss and painful groans,while she tried to get ridd off of that shirt,couldn't miss.Once the girl finally managed to get the shirt off from him,she stepped backwards,e/c eyes widening,bringing her hands on her mouth,staying silent in front of him,amazement and genuine disbelief that formed in her face.

"Oh my God" Y/n couldn't help but let out a shocked sigh at the view of his body:he was completely and totally red,to say the least,burned.Ezio didn't seem to perceive how much he had been burned also,and above all,on his torso and abdomen:but the pains and burns only increased when he took off his shirt.The Italian began frantically to ask questions on questions to his friends who,either too shocked,or too amused,didn't answer him.

Desmond suddenly stood up on the sofa and looked for Connor,who had been sitting on a chair with his arms resting against the backrest until now,and then beckoned him to come closer:

"Hey Connor...come here and stand beside Ezio" Connor,for as much as he was a little reluctant and confused,did as he was asked,got up from his chair,and walked to the center of the living room,stopping next to Ezio.

Everyone watched the two boys in silence,until the young Miles suddenly burst into a loud and hilarious laugh.

"LOOK!He's the same color as your shirt,you could blend in Ezio!" he exclaimed,pointing at the poor guy,looking at his arms and chest and then squaring from head to toe Connor,who was wearing a bordeaux t-shirt:and,not exaggerating at all,all of Ezio's skin in his whole body was exactly of that dark red color.This joke unleashed the hilarity of the whole group,who began to laugh loudly,who more openly and who adding more jokes,who giggling confidently.

"Cosa?Fammi vedere!Non c'è un cazzo di specchio in questa cazzo di casa?!" Ezio shouted loudly,looking around frantically, tarting to speak Italian -probably not realizing it because of the fury and embarrassment he was feeling at the moment-he started to rum around all the rooms to find a mirror in which he could see himself;leaving everyone alone in the living room,he ran to the bathroom,and after a few moments another 'cazzo!' echoed in the chalet.

He returned from the bathroom,mumbling lowly,keeping on cursing and talking Italian,panting,completely and utterly red,tired and angry eyes glaring at everything and everyone around him.

"What are you laughing at,Altaïr?!" Ezio suddenly asked angrily,turning to the Syrian when he heard him laugh silently.He did not even deign to turn around and look at the guy,he just looked over his shoulder,grimacing when he saw all the sunburns on the Italian's body,for then returning to watch outside the window.

"You are getting angry with everyone here.It's only your fault." Ezio took an expression to say the least shocked,when he heard Altaïr blame him so blatantly.

"Why should it be my fault?When I was about to take the sun cream it was empty" Ezio defended himself promptly and assuming an authoritative tone,frowning."And I really wonder who consumed it all" he added,raising his voice,turning to Jacob and glaring at him.All of them followed the Italian's gaze,and the whole group focused on Jacob who,still sitting on the sofa, looked around confused.

"What?It's not my fault if Evie is bloody pale!" he suddenly replied,opening his arms theatrically,pointing to his sister who was sitting right in front of him on another armchair.Laughing cunningly,he quickly dodged the slipper she threw at him.

"Yes,I agree,it's only Ezio's fault" Desmond agreed,taking yet another sip from the beer,getting more comfortable on the couch. "I mean,you are Italian,dude"he replied back,leaning forward and resting both elbows on his knees,giving him a disappointed look.

"And what does it has to do with it?" Leonardo asked,purely curious.

"Shouldn't he be used?You know,all tan,Italy' sun,the heat,Mediterranean people" explained Desmond with a careless voice,gesturing a little with his hands,receiving yet another frosty and furious look from the Italian.Ezio rarely did become nervous,there were few times when he became angry:but he was not offended with his friends or by all the jokes they were telling him;he was just annoyed,tired by the burning that was all over his body.The pain was so acute and so strong that he couldn't even make a single simple move.He appreciated that everyone wanted to help him,but he had to admit that all that talking,all that chaos,didn't help him at all.

"It's no one fault,okay?"  Y/n said,slightly impatient,looking at the whole group and then giving a serious look at her boyfriend.But Arno didn't seem to hear her and,softly scoffing,put the book he was reading on the coffee tablet in front of him.

"Do I have to remind you that you yourself have said:'Oh I don't need the suncream'?" he replied in a decisive way,trying to imitate his friend's Italian accent at his best,looking straight into his flaming eyes.

Ezio remained silent,spechless:what the French guy said was nothing but the truth.Hours before,back in the morning,almost everyone-most of all Y/n-tried to convince him on putting some suncream on.But he didn't want to know anything about it,laughing and joking about how the others were so fragile in the sun's rays,bragging a little and feeling proud,proclaiming that he,Ezio Auditore,had no need of sunscream:and so,after swimming in the lake a couple of times,he lay in the sun,and stood there for hours,not moving,even falling asleep...only to find himself,later,in such a state.

"Don't be a smartass with me" Ezio threatened again,lowering his voice in a sharp sigh,pointing a finger at him.

"Otherwise?" Armo challenged him with his natural-old-boldness,quirking an eyebrow as he raised from the couch and took a few steps towards his friend.Ezio of course did not remain silent,to suffer the lecture of Arno,and began to respond fiercely against the provocation of the Frenchman.

"Can't we just try to solve this out without arguing for once?" Y/n suddenly exclaimed in a purely exasperated tone,putting herself between the two men and pushing them away,but receiving a hiss and a painful grunt from Ezio.

"Don't we have some medicenes here?" Evie then asked cautiously,interrupting the silence that had taken hold in the living room after the heated argument between the two guys.

"The only medicine it's alcohol" Edward answered blantatly,coming out of the kitchen with two cold beers in his hand. "Here you go mate" and threw one of the bottles at Ezio,who grabbed it quickly,looking confused and annoyed at the beer that the Welsh had thrown at him.

"I think we should go to the hospital" proposed Connor in a murmur,crossing his arm to his chest,taking on a genuinely worried look when he looked-again-at Ezio's body.

"Perfect!I'll drive.Let's go,shall we?" exclaimed Jacob cheerfully,clapping his hands loudly and smiling,excitement glistening inside his eyes,quickly taking the car keys from the coffee table.

"Yogurt," Desmond said seriously from all of a sudden,silencing everyone.

"What?" Y/n asked,wrinkling her eyebrows in a confused expression,approaching and kneeling next to him.

"We should use yogurt on these sunburns.It helps" continued the young Miles with a firm tone,showing to the young woman his phone,pointing at the screen.

"How can this help?" Altaïr asked in a skeptical tone,turning around and finally taking an interest in the matter.

"Yogurt refresh the sunburns,soften them and have a pleasant moisturizing effect" Y/n read aloud the information she read from the screen,scrolling on it for some more moments,for then giving it back to Desmond.The Syrian guy kept on giving a plain,cold and diffident glance at Miles,shaking his head in the mean time.

"Don't look at me like that,I found it on Internet" concluded Desmond showing his phone,for then shrugging,returning to lay his back on the couch.

"We can try.Do we have some yogurt left in the fridge?" Leonardo asked with curiosity,hoping for the best.

"If the big giant didn't eat them all..." Desmond joked loudly,raising from the couch,giving a playful pat behind the shoulder of his friend when he passed beside him,entering in the kitchen and opening the fridge.

"I only ate the coconut ones..." Connor justified himself in a low murmur,leaning his shoulder on the frame of the kitchen's door,lowering his eyes on the floor.

"You can find a lot of false thing on Internet though" the oldest Frye said,thinking about what Demsond read about using yogurt and other things as an help with sunburns.Jacob scoffed loudly,rolling his eyes in a dramatic way.

"Oh come on Evie!At least we'll be able to help that stubborn dumba..." but Jacob was suddenly and not a little violently interrupted by Ezio's loud and hoarse voice:

"BASTA!" the Italian yelled,making the silence return into the chalet and among his friends once his shout stopped echoing in the house.Everyone was motionless,nobody dared say anything,even Jacob refrained from making one of his jokes.Everyone looked at him in amazement,to say the least,intimidated,sometimes exchanging and casting fugitive glances.Ezio was there,motionless,eyes burning brightly,rapid breathing,red in the face,passing and placing his glare on everyone around him.

"Pasta?" Desmond asked confusedly,frowning and making a grimace.

"We are not going to the hospital,no one is going to put yogurt on me,I won't take any medicine!" Ezio proclaimed authoritatively,higly and stubborly denying any kind of help and refusing any kind of purposes.Taking his sunglasses from the coffee table,placing them on his head,he started to walk towards the door. "And you..." he stopped near the treshold of the kitchen,where Edward still was,before standing im fromt of the Welsh."You can keep your beer Edward" e,taking his hand,he forcefully gave the beer he threw at him before,for then storming out from the chalet.

Y/n-who since the moment Ezio began to shout had been silent as everyone else-was trying to reach him,but she felt a hand grasping her wrist and tugging her slightly,stopping her.Turning around,she found Arno beside her,his hand now resting on her shoulder,squeezing gently.

"Leave him be.He is angry,there's no way to let him reason now" he said to the girl,giving her a bitter and soft smile,nodding towards the window and letting her see that Ezio was outside,laying on the hammock...at least,trying to lay on it,for the sunburns he got all over his body didn't allow him to move,swearing and cursing for at least another hour.

~~~~~

A few hours passed by all what Jacob jokingly called an 'Italian tragedy'.It was late evening by now,almost midnight,and Ezio was still outside sitting on a chair near a wooden table not far from the front door:no one had dared disturb him,for fear of increasing his anger,or of unleashing something infectious.The Italian hadn't even come home for dinner,or for any other reason:he had stayed there for the rest of the day,first lying in a hammock,perhaps asleep,then sitting in a chair staring at nothing,occasionally trying to touch his shoulder or back to see if the pain still persisted.

No one seemed to care so much about him anymore.Apart from Y/n who,of course,was the most worried of all of them:she always turned her gaze towards the windows,trying to catch a glimpse of his form,trying to understand if he was still upset or if he had calmed down,but she certainly couldn't stand there,motionless,looking at him,doing nothing.So she decided to finally get out of the chalet,and try to let him reason,and calming him

Once outside,she gently closed the door behind her,looking for her boyfriend with her eyes,finding him sitting with his back to the chalet,eyes looking at the big,calm lake.The girl took a few steps forward,starting to walk as quietly as possible towards him.But he heard her.

"If there's somebody else then you all can go away," he coldly proclaimed in a loud and decise voice,not turning around and continuing to look at the lake.It was really a beautiful evening:sky full of stars,moon high in the sky,the water reflecting its dull and cold rays on its small waves,a light and fresh breeze made the branches of the trees move gently.

"I'll go away then" Y/n replied in a neutral tone,getting closer and closer until she found herself standing behind his reddish-shoulders.He turned around as soon as he heard her voice,looking at her in an astonished and tired way.

"You're the only person I want next to me even when I'm upset" Ezio murmured in a soothing,low voice,soft and warm brown eyes pleading her shiny e/c ones,her heart almost melting when she heard such a gentle,and utter loving phrase leaving his lips.Her Ezio was back.

"Vieni qui" he whispered,opening his arms,stretching an arm out,gently grabbing her by her waist and delicately letting her sit on his lap.Muscular arms wrapped around her form,pulling her closer,not caring about the pain that action was causing him,just holding her as close as possible,face buried in her chest,snuggling his stubble against her soft flesh,smiling against her skin when he heard her giggling.

She deteached away from him,looking at him before giving him a smile when,as she was caressing his cheek,he leaned his face on her palm,almost wanting to be lulled after such a long,tiring day.He opened his eyes after a while,fixing some strands of h/c hair that were falling in front of her.

"I'm sorry" the Italian whispered suddenly,giving his beloved a look full of guilt and embarrassment.One of the things Y/n adored about Ezio was his honesty and humility:he knew when he was wrong,he knew when to apologize and he knew perfectly well when to do so."I wasn't angry with you all...I was just tired and nervous because I got all thesw fottute sunburns" he explained in a serious voice,squeezing her hips.He could read in his deep eyes how purely sorry he was.She gave him a small smile,leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss upon his lips.

"I,we know,Ezio.No one is mad at you" Y/n reassured him in a soothing and quiet voice,leaning down to kiss him again,with more passion,paying attention to where she put her hands,so as not to hurt him.

Ezio still  was whispering apologies near her ear,caressing her,kissing her,thanking her.But she got up from his highs after a while and,after looking at him seriously,the girl leaned towards the table next to them,holding an object that Ezio had not noticed until now.

"It's yogurt.Desmond tried to see if it could really help,and apparently,it could," Y/n explained,raising the yogurt jar in her hand and showing it to him,who in response sighed loudly and deeply,throwing his head back,almost looking in defeat.But despite his reaction,Ezio sat down composedly on the chair and nodded.

The girl laughed purely amused and,opening the jar,she took some yogurt on both hands,and began to smear it on his shoulders and on his red,scalded back;at first groans and hiss,his skin still too sensible and damaged,but after a while,when she started to delicately massage his shoulders with the fresh,cold yogurt,he sighed,relieved.He hummed,closing his eyes,throwing his head back.

"Quanto posso amarti?" he asked in Italian,sounding so hoarse when he-once again-groaned when her small hands slided down from his shoulders to his warm chest.

"Shouldn't you be giving a message to me?" Y/n asked him back in a sarcastic tone,leaning down,whispering that near his ear,hearing the entrance door being opened and closed.

"But it's my birthday today" Ezio answered in a mellifluous tone,claiming to be offended,giving a sad grimace to his lover,who just laughed loudly,for then suddendly returning serious.

"Who told you I don't have a gift for you?" Y/n inquires with a low and semsual voice,leaning more near him,her hands sliding down on his torso,almost tickling him,her lips on his definite jaw,feeling him almost shivering.

And just when he was about to answer her,he stopped when he saw all the others walking towards the table,singing the infamous song:it was,in fact,midnight,and it was Ezio's birthday.Jacob walked in front of everyone,holding a large pizza in his hands,on which were added candles.Once they arrived near the birthday boy,the British placed the pizza on the table in front of Ezio who,with happy eyes,looked at what was to be his birthday cake.

"We didn't have the time to go in the nearest city and buy a cake,so we make a true Italian pizza..." Connor explained with a ghostly smile on his lips,nodding towards the plate.

"For an angry,burnt italian man" concluded Arno with sarcastic voice,raising a corner of his mouth in a cheeky grin,smiling at Ezio.

"I tell you,we aren't even sorry" added Edward with a proud smile,placing his hands on his hips.

"Pizza cake" Desmond said,spreading his arms in a theatrical gesture,but Jacob promptly interrupted him,raising a hand and shushing the young Miles.

"We talked about this before,Des.It's birtday pizza.No discussion," Jacob replied,speaking seriously to say the least. "It is law!" he then proclaimed,roughly smashing his fist in the table,making the flame of the candles tremble.

Ezio heard Y/n laughing behind him,her hands were now wrapped gently around his neck.Pressing a long,chaste kiss on his bearded cheek,she whispered to him:

"The surprise has to wait"

~~~~~~

°°°¡TrAnSlAtIoNs!°°°

"Santo Dio!" = Good God;

"Zitto" = Shut up;

"Cosa?Fammi vedere!Non c'è un cazzo di specchio in questa cazzo di casa?!" = What?Let me see!There's not a fucking mirror in this fuckint house?!;

"Basta!" = Enough;

"Vieni qui" = Come here;

"Quanto posso amarti?" = How much can I love you?

[elsdaydreams]

Pedestal

Pairing: Desmond Miles x Reader

Request: Reader sacrifices themselves for the world. 

Word Count: 288

Warnings: Angst

A/N: It’s loving Desmond Miles hours, starting now, ending never. Thanks for the request, this was fun to write! 

“You need to go. All of you. Now. Get as far away from here as you can.”

A sob caught in your throat, frustrated that after everything the two of you had been through, this was all that could be done. It wasn’t that you didn’t agree with Des, you knew that this was the right thing to do. You couldn’t stand idly by and watch billions of people die, but you couldn’t stand here and watch Desmond die either. 

“It’s not fair,” you cried like a petulant child, holding onto Desmond. 

Desmond’s eyes fell onto yours, a soft shimmer to them. “We don’t have time. You gotta get out of here.” 

A moment passed spent in his arms. Then another.

“You’re right, you don’t have time,” you nodded your head softly, craning your head towards his. Lips just gently brushing against each other. “They’re gonna need you out there.”

“Y/n,” Desmond said warningly. “This isn’t up for debate.”

“Exactly,” you whispered, hands reaching up to rest on his cheeks. “I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Minerva needs you alive and Juno needs you dead.” 

“No,” he whispered. You almost didn’t hear it.

“Desmond it’s already starting. You need to go.”

“No.” Louder this time, you felt tears slip onto your fingers. You leaned up, mouths meeting one last time.

“Go,” you let go of him, wiping tears of your face. “Find a way to stop it.”

“I love you.” 

You nodded back gently, “I love you too. Now go save the world.”

Turning away from him, you heard slow footsteps walking away from you. When they sounded far enough away, you stepped in front of the pedestal. 

Juno was right. You didn’t feel a thing. 

[angel-tries-to-write]

Lost Legacy

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Rating: Mature Pairing: Desmond Miles x fem!reader Word count: 363 Genre: angst

Because we’re still not over Desmond, we know he deserved better (although I’m not quite sure if this is really ‘better’) and it’s been a while since I wrote angst. Might contain triggers.

He told you to run, but you couldn’t. The thought you were about to lose him forever, made you stop. William, Rebecca and Shaun were long gone, they probably didn’t even notice you weren’t following them anymore. You turned back and approached Desmond. If you were going to die, you wanted to die together. He was so absorbed by the artifact in front of him that he didn’t notice you. Until he touched the orb and he saw your hand touching it too. Juno did not protest, apparently it was allowed. Desmond looked at you with a horrified expression. You mouthed ‘I love you’ and blinding light filled the whole temple.

When you woke up, everything was dark again. Your whole body hurt with every move, but you were alive. Judging by the groan by your side, Desmond also survived. How?

“Desmond?”

“(Y/n)? What have you done? Why didn’t you run as I told you?” he asked and you sighed relieved. If he could lecture you, he would live.

“I tried, but I couldn’t. I knew I’d rather die than live without you. I love you, Desmond Miles, whether you like it or not” you answered, sitting up carefully.

“I love you too, but-”

“No buts. You would have done the same if you were me.”

“Anyway, Juno said I’ll die, but I didn’t. What happened?” Desmond noticed and you realized he was right.

“Good question. What happened?” you asked, looking up. Juno stared at you with satisfaction.

“I happened to find something I neither planned nor expected. A better blood, better life I could use” the ancient one answered. And you knew. You knew seconds before the sharp pain stroke your lower abdomen. Pain so strong, you couldn’t help but scream, curling up on the ground.

“What do you mean? What’s going on?” Desmond was by your side in seconds. “What did you do to her? You were supposed to take me!” he yelled at Juno.

“Desmond” you whispered, digging your nails into his arm. Tears ran down your face and you felt warmth in your pants. You smelled blood, lots of blood.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I… I think I was pregnant.”

[witch-of-letters]

A Mirror Shattered (Callum Lynch x Reader)

When they first brought you here, to one of their Animus facilities (or ‘prisons’ as you liked to call them), they didn’t bother giving you their names. You didn’t ask them to. It didn’t matter to you. But one day, a woman, a head scientist as you’d later learn, introduced herself as Dr Sofia Rikkin. The rebel in you told you to remain silent and hostile but when you saw that shine of honesty in her eyes, you reluctantly swallowed your anger and talked to her as calmly as you could at the time (given how restrained and nervous you were).

  She explained your purpose there - they would put you in the Animus and watch your memories - ‘genetic’ memories to be precise. You listened to her patiently and when a pause came, you told her that you knew how that machine worked, how it wouldn’t be your first time in there. You felt a little amused when you saw her face change from calm and collected to surprised. Guess she wasn’t used to hearing that.

  Once they ‘released’ you into the ‘social’ area of the facility, you weren’t surprised to see so many kidnapped people in the slightest. You were a long-ago-initiated assassin, a Master. You were a brilliant hacker, IT-specialist, historian, fighter, and on top of that, a great expert on the artefacts of Eden. You previously had the chance to study them very closely, and that alone gave you an edge - you knew exactly how Apples and the other artefacts worked, and what their purpose was. Minerva had chosen you as her ‘champion’ for the fight against recently released Juno, for by the time you actually got into that facility, Desmond Miles had been long gone.

  While Desmond was your cousin (and one of the closest friends you’ve ever had), it didn’t stop him from foolishly pressing his palm against that damn pedestal. As grim as 'inevitable’ solar-wind/energy (you surprisingly couldn’t remember which one was right) collision sounded, it was far better than whatever Juno had in store for humanity. Everyone was devastated at his death, even his distant and cold father, who normally would never shed any tears. Fortunately, the team didn’t disband and together with Shaun and Rebecca, you somehow managed to move on - and that’s where the backstory abruptly stops.

  At first, you didn’t bother with socializing with the people around you. They kept themselves away from you, not knowing who you were but knowing why you were brought here. For as long as you could, you kept interactions with any of them at a minimum, not only because they were complete strangers but also because you needed some space to observe everything - the structure of the building, guard patrol schedules etc.

  On one day though, you saw the eyes of a person who looked like he had seen better days, had a better life. You didn’t know why he did it but when your eyes met, his lips whispered the words ‘Where am I?’, clearly stating that he knew nothing about Abstergo. Thankfully, the guards didn’t pay any attention to that, but you chose to look the other way and poke at your untouched steak.

‘Where am I?’   - the words kept repeating in your head, over and over again. ‘You have absolutely no idea what you have gotten yourself into, pal.’ you thought while laying on your bed, awake and in the middle of the night. You suddenly wished you could send a message to your teammates, let them know where you were but alas, you didn’t have a laptop at your hand’s reach, or even a simple phone to poke around in the Templars’ internal network and search for the Apple located in this damn building.

  Once they put you into the Animus the next day, they kept replaying Ezio’s memories - memories, that you had already gone through at the Auditore mansion - to find the place he had hidden the Apple in. What they didn’t know was actually your rather strange ability to directly interact with your genetic memories and ancestors. While no one could explain that - even Minerva - you found it useful, and right now, very comforting because you knew that all of them - Altaïr, Ezio, Connor, hell even Edward - were watching over you, unable to physically aid you but staying there with you as your pillars of sanity. 

  Callum, as you finally learned his name, was slowly getting accustomed to life in here. Moussa became his first friend, then Emir, and as bizarre as that sounds, even Nathan (the descendant of a traitor, Duncan Walpole). You kept noticing him glancing at you whenever you entered the hall to have lunch or spend some time playing basketball.

  Once you got your tray with lunch, you sat at the table next to him. You told him the words you first thought of after he first arrived here.

  ‘You have absolutely no idea what you have gotten yourself into, pal.’

  ‘What do you mean?’ you smirked.

  ‘We are prisoners in here. Forced to revisit the memories of our ancestors. Find what they seek.’ Suddenly he seemed very confused at your words.

  ‘Who’s “they” and what are we supposed be to looking for?’ You subtly shifted your gaze to your surroundings, looking for anyone eavesdropping on you. The camera wouldn’t be able to hear your conversation in this hall anyway.

  ‘Ancient artefacts. Not made by a human.’

  ‘Are you saying there are aliens out there?’ As amusing as that sounded, you kept your poker face.

  ‘It would be rather difficult to explain it to you here where we are not exactly alone. Besides, I’d need the artefact in my possession in order to show you how it looks like, and how it can be used.’ Now you saw him in deep thought, probably just processing your words. An alarm signalled for you to finish your lunch, and then go back to your designated cell.

  ‘I think I might be able to get one for you.’ Since the guards were already approaching, you had only enough time to give him a small nod. ‘Finally.’

  Some days later, Dr Rikkin asked for you to step inside her lab. Whether it was for another ‘interview’ or not, you frankly didn’t give a fuck. And then...you saw it. The Apple, laying inside a small chest, just waiting for you to come and get it. But you wouldn’t dare to do it. It wasn’t the right time.

  ‘I have an offer for you, Y/N. One that would benefit both of us.’ You already knew what she was about to tell you. ‘Not a chance.’ you thought.

  ‘Oh, please. Don’t tell me that I’m going to have to dig deeper, and when I’m finally finished, you’ll have your father pardon me. That scenario won’t happen, I assure you.’ For a moment she looked sad but the she made her face neutral again. She knew you were right but what else could she offer you for your cooperation? You wouldn’t budge so easily. She decided to be honest with you, for reasons she herself couldn’t understand. Perhaps you were just charming enough.

  ‘No. He won’t. But I do want to help you. I-’

  ‘Look, it will never work out between us. I know that you’re trying to bring Callum on your side by telling him a story about how both of your mothers were killed by an assassin but he won’t get you what you want. No one here will.’ you paused, to let her mull over your words a bit. Not giving her the option to open her mouth, you continued.

  ‘Your father, you, and your countless followers can’t seem to understand that the Order you’re all trying to achieve so hard will never be realised. While we Assassins fight for the Freedom, we understand that we can’t give people too much of it, or the world would become even more chaotic than it already is. The Order on the other hand practically equals slavery. You are trying to find the Apples of Eden like the one behind you.’ She turned to look at it but made no move to close the lid of the chest.

  ‘What do you think your fellow Templars would do to the innocent people? Enslave them. Make them mindless puppets to play around with.’

  ‘My father has always said that our the Templar Order would make our world peaceful. That we would never have to fight anyone again.’

  ‘Then you were either raised as a blind mole or an ignorant fool. Look around you. Why do we, perfectly normal people, have to be kept in cells and used as your personal Indiana Jones’ to find a thing that you have absolutely no real knowledge of? Oh yes, you have absolutely no idea how the Apples, or should I say any of the Eden Artifacts, work.’ She was stunned, to say the least. The things you just said...seemed baffling to her. She slowly and with a small hesitation, started to believe your words. The Templars had neither good and peaceful intentions nor the knowledge on any of the artefacts of Eden, and that one day, it would be their downfall.

  ‘I believe you, Y/N, but unfortunately, I don’t have the power to release you. My father would never betray the Order or its principles.’

  ‘But I see that you can. I’m not going to offer you a place within the Brotherhood. You can come there yourself if you want to. The only thing I’m actually pleased about is that you finally know the truth and recognize it. No one benefits from lies - everyone has to swallow the bitter pill in the end .’ With that, you left her lab, letting her think it over and decide for herself, whether she’ll betray her father or not.

  While you were talking to Sofia, Callum faced his shadowy ancestor in his cell, staring at him through the glass window, looking him in the eye. After the last Animus session, he began experiencing hallucinations, dubbed “the Bleeding Effect”. He couldn’t tell the difference between what was real and what wasn’t. Unbeknownst to him though, Alan Rikkin was looking at him through the one-way mirror, silently observing his moves. He was fascinated by it because as a Templar, he would never be able to experience such a thing. It just didn’t work on the Templars as a whole. But there was also that feeling of dread like he knew something bad would happen with his ‘guest of honour’, like he would be able to tear down the whole facility if he kept gaining Aguilar’s combat experience. He would have to keep a close eye on him.

  You don’t hear it when it happens. The Riot. You simply stare at the ceiling, doing nothing. Then suddenly, Moussa barges in through the door to your right. You jump up from the bed and raise an eyebrow, silently asking ‘What?’ He only smiles and throws you a strong rubber baton.

  ‘We goin’ hunting now?’ you ask.

  ‘After you.’ he motions to the door, and without a thought, you ran into the hall so fast, that Moussa is having trouble with keeping up with you. The more unconscious or dead bodies you pass, the stronger your will fight is. Spotting a guard stepping out of a hallway, you run up to him and jump in the air, just high enough to flip and land on his shoulders, twisting his neck with your thighs. Your companion is very impressed, to say the least. When you finally reach the main hall, you see the other Assassins having finished the fight in there. Emir runs up to you.

  ‘We need to find Cal.’ you’re quicker than Moussa.

  ‘In the Animus room. He’s there, I know it.’

  ‘Then let’s go!’

  The fight between you six and the guards doesn’t last long. Nathan lays dead on the floor along with Emir. It was safe enough to take a breath. Callum though has another idea in his mind apparently, and runs away to God knows where. Then you realize that he’s after Sofia. ‘She will escape, Cal. You won’t catch her in time.’ The three of you - Moussa, Lin, and yourself, leave the room, but not before bowing your heads in respect of your fallen comrades.

You and Callum escape the facility.

  ‘You want to get that Apple, don’t you?’ he asks you one night after your escape. You nod.

  ‘I was after it long before I let myself get captured by them. Sometimes it’s necessary to take such risks.’ You briefly thought of Lucy and her betrayal. ‘But they don’t always pay off.’

  ‘I assume you know much more about the Creed.’

  ‘I do. I’m one of its current leaders actually. I know that you’re not familiar with the name of William Miles but he’s the one who is trying to keep the Brotherhood together. He’s given away a lot of things to keep it that way, and I’m trying not to let him down because he’s the only blood family I have left.’ You hug your shoulders, and Callum puts his jacket on your shoulders, trying to keep you warm and at the same time comfort you.

  ‘True, I don’t know him but you could introduce us to each other someday perhaps? Right now, we need to follow Alan Rikkin and retrieve the apple he’s stolen.’

  ‘That’s the part where you realize that we Assassins can never afford any holidays. We always have to be on the move, always have to be alert and cautious. It gets so tiresome sometimes that you wish you were already dead and at peace.’ He actually laughs at this. What would Moussa and Lin say about this? Perhaps the guy upstairs knows, you can’t tell.

  ‘Indeed. Now, let’s sleep. We won’t have enough time for it tomorrow

The next day is practically all a blur to you. Alan and his followers converge at a ceremony in a Templar sanctuary in London to celebrate their ‘triumph’. You all dress up into black hooded outfits. Rikkin begins his speech. His neck gets pierced by a hidden blade. He lies in a pool of his own blood, while Callum retrieves the Apple from his hands. Sofia cries for her father and vows revenge against Cal. The four of you depart, vowing to protect the Apple from the Templars.

Present day, Luxembourg

"How glad am I to finally have you back in my arms," Shaun sighs as he holds you close to him. You squeeze him tighter, letting a tear escape your eye.

"And I you, Shaun. Frankly, it was a mess in there. I’m glad that it’s finally over."

"Me too but I know that you were able to handle things in there just like you always do - perfectly."

"Don’t flatter me, you bastardo." you mocked him with a perfect Italian accent, which he loved, if anyone asked you. Rebecca went over to you two and gave you a tight hug which you happily returned.

"I was really worried, Ryder. Try to be more careful next time, okay?"

You rolled your eyes, “I always am. Now let me go and attend the Council. As rather useless as it is, I need to give them a full report about what happened in Spain."

”Alright, go but return ASAP. We’ll need you, and this guy over here specifically.’ She pats Shaun on the shoulder and he answers with an indignant ‘Hey!’

As soon as you leave the room, you spot Callum standing in the shadows at the end of the long hall. He looks you in the eye and nods. You nod back.

The plan is set in motion.

[yasashii-leaf]

The effect of the bleeding has had repercussions on Desmond, horrible headaches sometimes he has nosebleeds, he activates his eagle vision unconsciously, depression, moment of absence, and the change of personality sometimes he becomes Connor, Ezio or Altaïr, over time most of the symptoms have calmed down and become less and less frequent but strangely the personality changes are quite persistent. Y/n easily detected the change in personality by observing the change in voice or even behavior.

[reddeaddamnation]

Desmond Miles x reader - “Closer”

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you

I drink too much and that's an issue but I'm okay

It was a regular evening at the bar Desmond worked at. Nothing special at all, or atleast that’s what he thought until a small group of girls walked in and seated themselves at a table. Ordinary girls, out on a girl’s night out, Desmond said to himself, even when he felt one of them’s intense stare on himself. When their eyes met for the first time, Desmond playfully thought to himself “Oh, fuck.”

Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them

But I hope I never see them again

After awhile, he gained the courage to tell the waitress to send the said girl a message that he will pay for her drinks. Not long after, he saw some of her friends nudge her away from the table so (apparently) she comes to talk to him. “Girls.” he thought, rolling his eyes. “Hi...!” She shyly walked up to him. Up close, she was even more beautiful. She wore an ordinary tank-top, shorts and a leather jacket. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and the only make-up she wore was a light eyeliner and mascara. Plain, yet so beautiful. “Hi.” he smiled and winked at her.

I know it breaks your heart

Moved to the city in a broke down car

And four years, no calls

It started off as a one-night stand for the both of them. At least that was what Desmond told himself. He was afraid of falling in love, even if he never admitted it to himself. He was afraid of becoming attached and disappointed in the end. Yet, she was always on his mind and no matter how much he tried to lie to himself that it was just a fling, he actually hoped she didn’t think of it like that as well. They had exchanged numbers and every day, he went into his contacts, searched for her number and just when he was about to press “call”, fear set itself in his heart. That she might think he is clingy, that he got attached after a one night stand...who actually does that? The funny thing was that she thought the same thing. Either hoped he would call, or tried to gain the courage to call him. Well, a few days later it was too late anyway, because Desmond happened to be kidnapped the same day she called. When he didn’t answer, she decided it was a lost cause and that it was pointless to hope for anything.

Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar

And I can't stop

No, I can't stop

It’s been awhile since that night. It was in a hotel bar Y/N had decided to spend the evening at to get her mind off things. She was busy looking at her phone and didn’t even notice someone standing next to her table. “Hey.” the male’s voice startled her and she jumped slightly, looking up. “Remember me?” Desmond asked shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh...yeah, I do.” Y/N smiled “Sit down if you want.” she invited and he complied. Desmond sat down across from her on the round leather couch around the table. He avoided her eyes for awhile. “So tell me. What happened with you?” she asked, cheerfully. He knew he shouldn’t hope for anything, because after all he was gone for so long and of course, it was just one night they were together. He didn’t have any chance to get to know her so he tried not to expect her to have any sort of feelings for him. He sighed rather loudly “A lot of things happened.” he confessed, still not looking at her “I was...kidnapped.” Her gasp made him look up at her “What did they want from you?” she asked “Ransom?” Desmond shook his head “I don’t have anyone they can ask ransom from.” he laughed rather darkly. “It doesn’t matter now. I escaped, I’m fine and...I’m glad I found you.” he blushed “I was looking for you. I’m sorry I didn’t call you...” She moved closer to him “I’m glad you’re alright. I really am. And...I’m sorry as well. When I gained enough courage to call you, but you didn’t answer and now I feel terrible that I thought something else...” Desmond scoffed “How could you have known?” 

So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover

That I know you can't afford

Bite that tattoo on your shoulder

“Shaun is gonna kill me.“ Desmond murmured with a scoff as he held you close in the backseat of the Rover he borrowed from Shaun earlier. Oh, he was going to kill him, because not only did he have sex with Y/N in it, but the two of them made quite a mess. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.“ you shrugged “Or in this case, what he doesn’t know won’t make him hurt you.“ Desmond laughed and stole a kiss from your smiling lips. “Who is this Shaun anyway?“ you asked “A friend of yours?“ Desmond shrugged “You can say. We have a love-hate relationship.“ he smirked down at her.

Pull the sheets right off the corner

Of the mattress that you stole

From your roommate back in Boulder

She asked if he wanted them to continue catching up at her place and Desmond gladly obliged. It was in that moment when he truly realized how much he had missed her smile, her laugh, her eyes... Sure, it would be hard for him to be an assassin and be with Y/N at the same time, but he was going to do his best at both, because he promised himself that he wouldn’t let her go again. “Y/N?” he called. She was almost asleep on his chest as they laid on her bed. “Hm?” she murmured, half asleep. “Can I ask you something?” She sleepily looked up at him “What is it?”

“Be mine?“

We ain't ever getting older

[assassins-writing]

Masterlist

Because my actual masterlist is... Well, it’s a mess, and the tags don’t always work. So... Here’s this thing. All the writings in one place! Beware of titles- they were all mostly unnamed, and I had to improvise :’) If the read more isn’t working on mobile, let me know, loves!

NOTE: This is a MASSIVE post. You’ve been warned. <3 I’ll make sure it gets updated every time new things get posted!

Last update: June 10th

Desmond Miles

Desmond being a dad.

Summary: Desmond and his son spend the day together. Introducing: Dadmond.

Lessons

Summary: Desmond teaches Y/N how to ride a motorbike. Fun?

Back to the Future day!

Summary: Wrote this on, you guessed it- Back to the Future day! Movie marathon with Y/N and Desmond.

Lazy days.

Summary: Desmond and Y/N are watching movies and honestly, someone can’t stay awake.

Relax.

Summary: Desmond is stressed. Y/N tries to help him in the only way she knows: video games.

A barista and a bartender walk into a bar..?

Summary: Desmond and Y/N finally go out together, after Desmond gathers some courage.

“Let me see.”

Summary: Y/N always keeps half her face covered for personal reasons. Desmond finally talks her into letting him see her full face.

Circle of life.

Summary: Desmond loses his wife, and he’s heartbroken, but he’s still eager to meet his son. 

The Time Travel AU

Summary: Desmond and his twin, Y/N, go back in time to meet their grandfather.

Dadmond headcanons. <3

Circle of life, part 2.

Summary: Desmond spending time with his son and granddaughter.

“I thought you were dead.”

Summary: Desmond isn’t... dead. Y/N refuses to believe it- can ya blame her?

Altair:

Sleep. 

Summary: Altair’s daughter can’t sleep, so he climbs into the crib with her- and regrets it soon after. Modern AU

On getting thrown into the future, and breakups.

Summary: Altair and Ezio are Y/N’s ancestors, and she goes through a breakup. Modern AU 

Speeding ticket

Summary: Cop!Altair pulls Y/N over, somehow ends up with a date.

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

Summary: Altair can’t sleep, and finds himself going to Y/N for some support.

Wingspan

Summary: Altair likes picking on his short girl. ‘Bout it :’)

Fun night out.

Summary: Altair gets drunk. Y/N finds out, real quick, that he’s a total sap when he’s drunk.

“You can sit on my lap, if you want.”

Summary: There’s nowhere to sit at the theater. Altair finds a solution!

Love Story

Summary: Altair’s girls, Phoenix and Raven, ask him once again about how he and their mother met. (Look this is really cute and I’m proud of it???)

“Those are my BABIES.”

Summary: Phoenix and Raven get separated from their father. ALtair then finds out that his girls are little bad asses.

“So what if I have a broken arm, I’m still doing it!”

Summary: Altair breaks his arm. He’s still a little shit, and Y/N might want to break his other arm.

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Silver Fox

Summary: Ezio’s finally home! Fluff follows. <3

‘Hold my hand, and jump.’

Summary: Ezio is teaching Y/N how to do the leap of faith. Y/N is scared, but he reassures her.

Ezio and Flavia

Summary: literally just dad!Ezio and his lil’ lady. <3

New hair?

Summary: Y/N dyes her hair and wants to know what Ezio thinks.

‘Wanna dance?’

Summary: Carnivale has rolled around! Ezio finds his dancing partner among the crowd.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Summary: Exactly what it sounds like. While waiting on Y/N, Ezio... Ezio decides to be a little shit. 

“Kiss me.”

Summary: Just... Kisses.

Scars.

Summary: Ezio notices Y/N’s self harm scars and he reassures her that he’s there for her, and things can feel better.

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway

Papa Bear!Connah

Summary: Y/N is pregnant, and someone in the city almost makes her fall. Connor gets a little irritated.

Lil’ Charlotte

Summary: Connor finally holds his daughter for the first time after she was born. Straight up FLUFF.

Generic zombie AU.

Summary: Exactly what the title says.

Snowy days.

Summary: Again, just what the title says! Playing in the snow with Connah.

“Please, don’t leave me.”

Summary: Connor’s afraid Y/N will leave. She reassures him that she’s not going anywhere. Little bit of angst, little bit of fluff.

“It could be worse.”

Summary: Connor comes home from a mission hurt. Y/N is there for support.

The one where Y/N cheats.

Summary: Y/N CHEATS ON CONNOR WITH HAYTHAM. THAT’S ALL THAT NEEDS TO BE SAID.

First words

Summary: Lil’ Charlotte speaks her first words! Connah is stoked!

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

Summary: N/A. Title contains errythang.

Love Triangle

Summary: Shay x Reader x Connah. College AU!

“It’s not what it looks like…”

Summary: Connor is just... The best dad, ever. He spends the day with Charlotte and cuteness happens.

Telling TOKW!Connah he’s handsome - GIF imagine

Taking care of a sick!Connah

Summary: As a result of playing in the snow, Connor wakes up sick the next morning. Y/N takes care of him.

Being Connor’s first kiss - GIF imagine

Teen!Connor embarrassing himself to impress Y/N - GIF imagine

College days

Summary: Connor meets Y/N while waiting for a class. College AU!

Papa!Connah headcanons <3

“Just breathe.”

Summary: Connor has a nightmare, but Y/N is there, so things get better quick.

“Let’s adopt twenty cats together and treat them like our children.”

Summary: Y/N wants all the cats. Connor agrees on one now, another later. Introducing: Revolver Kenway.

Edward Kenway:

Goin’ fishing

Summary: Edward teaches Y/N how to fish. 

Making a choice.

Summary: Caroline makes Edward choose between her, and Y/N.

“Hello there.”

Summary: Y/N meets Edward in a coffee shop. 

Terrible Twos

Summary: Modern!AU. Edward spends the day with a terror toddler Haytham.

Just... Cuteness.

Summary: Exactly what you’d think from the title!

“Come over here and make me.”

Summary: Edward being a little shit.

“Did you do that just for me? Aw, come here.”

Summary: Y/N made dinner! Edward loves it.

Late nights and video games

Summary: Y/N and Edward are up late. Y/N decides to play video games.

“I’ll always be here.”

Summary: Trigger warning. Y/N is suicidal and she tells Edward.

“I could outdrink you!”

Summary: Y/N says she can outdrink Edward. Lil’ list of headcanons!

Arno Dorian

On parenting fails, and cute moments.

Summary: Arno is left to take care of the baby. He kind of fails, but he’s trying and that’s what makes it so damn cute.

“Come back.”

Summary: Arno worrying before his lovebug goes away on a mission.

Breakfast

Summary: Arno makes Y/N breakfast.

Insecurities

Summary: Y/N’s insecurities rear their ugly head, and she starts feeling bad about herself. Arno is there for lots of love, and support.

Confessing your feelings to Arno - GIF imagine

“Bring her back.”

Summary: Y/N is on a mission. Arno is talking to himself, about her safe return.

“Let’s just stay here all day. Yeah, that sounds good.”

Summary: Arno and Y/N spend a lazy day together.

Evie Frye

Gift shopping

Summary: Y/N is trying to get a gift for Evie that she’ll like. Jacob tags along to verify if his sister would like it or not. Fluff between Evie and Y/N follows.

Dynamic Duo

Summary: Evie and Y/N are fighting together and things... Things go great.

Jacob Frye (or, ‘THIS MOTHERFUCKER’ and ‘Fuckstick Frye’ as I call him)

On sleepy dads, and not sleepy babies

Summary: Jacob is clueless when left alone with the baby. He figures it out, though!

Jacob with his newborn - Mini ramble

Christmas

Summary: Lame title is lame. Christmas is a week away, and Jacob is being nosy.

“I don’t know if I want to punch him...”

Summary: Y/N shaves off Jacob’s eyebrows because he just... He’s such a pain in the ass. Things end up going great, though!

“You can sit on my lap, if you want.”

Summary: There’s just... Nowhere to sit at the party. Enter stage right, Jacob being cocky.

Knight in shining... Top hat?

Summary: Y/N finds herself in a super sticky situation. Thinking that things are going to end bad, she prepares for it, but doesn't expect Jacob to swoop in to save the day.

Healing

Summary: Y/N gets thrown from the carriage, and as the name implies, Jacob is there to help her get better.

Not so sneaky

Summary: Jacob leaves a trail of hay on the train. Luckily for him, Y/N is there to help clean up!

Diamond Dog

Summary: Y/N’s old dog passes away. She’s understandably upset, and Jacob is there for her.

“I need you.”

Summary: Jacob has a minor anxiety attack. Luckily, Y/N is there to help soothe him.

Ah Tabai

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Summary: Just what the title says! Ah Tabai catches Y/N staring at him again, and the two of them have a chat.

Yusuf Tazim

Days of doing nothing.

Summary: Yusuf is done training with Ezio, and he finally gets to spend the day with Y/N.

“Until the end of time.”

Summary: Y/N is feeling down about herself, and Yusuf reassures her that she’s perfect and he cares so much about her.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Summary: The air conditioner has quit working. Yusuf found a quick solution.

Pierre Bellec

On a rooftop in Paris

Summary: Just a relaxed night with Pierre.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Summary: Exactly what the title says! Pierre catches Y/N staring at him... A lot.

Charles Vane

Nights on the beach

Summary: Quiet time with Charles Vane. It’s just him and Y/N. Charles is low-key smooth.

Napoleon Bonaparte

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

Summary: Snow days = snowball fights. Napoleon didn’t expect Y/N to have a damn good aim.

Shaun Hastings

Such an ass.

Summary: Shaun is being an ass and giving Y/N hell for everything.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Summary: Y/N admits some feelings to Shaun, he thinks she’s joking. She’s not joking.

All the assassins (preferences and such!)

The one where long hair is an issue

Summary: Someone clogged the drain and... Y/N is just pissed.

Birthdays

Summary: It’s Y/N’s birthday, and she gets to spend it with her favorite boys!

Handling depression - Preference

Shay Cormac

Quiet words.

Summary: Shay is spending some time with his wee girl. Lots of whispered words and pride from a happy papa.

On nightmares, and those who help

Summary: A nightmare wakes Shay up in the middle of the night. He’s scared, but Y/N is right there to help him.

When you can’t flirt...

Summary: Self explanatory. Shay can’t flirt to save his life.

First steps.

Summary: Shay and lil’ Abigail. Abbey starts walking, and she takes a little tumble.

Sick on the sea.

Summary: Y/N is sick. Shay teases her a little bit, but ends up taking care of her.

Loss and new life.

Summary: Shay loses his wife while she’s giving birth to their child. He’s destroyed, but realizes a new light has entered his life- his daughter.

Loss and new life, part 2.

Summary: Shay and Abbey go to visit Y/N’s grave. 

“I’m right here.”

Summary: Y/N has an anxiety attack. Luckily, Shay knows just what to do to help her.

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

Summary: Shay admits something that he hasn’t wanted to tell Y/N. He’s afraid of the outcome.

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Summary: Y/N faints and Shay just... He’s an ass about it. It’s all in good fun, though!

Being an artist

Summary: Y/N loves drawing on everything. Shay lets her draw on everything. Feelings are admitted.

Misplaced blame.

Summary: Shay had always been a little shit to Y/N. But after Lisbon, he’s beating himself up, and is a changed man. Y/N is there for support, though. Assassin!Shay.

The one where Shay needs some support.

Summary: Shay’s angry after Lisbon- who can blame him? But, Y/N is a sweetheart, and she’s there to help calm him down and keep him from leaving the Brotherhood.

Haytham Kenway

Quiet nights with the Grand Master

Summary: Y/N spends some time with Haytham. Male!Reader

Thomas Hickey

Like a songbird

Summary: Y/N is singing, and Thomas hears her for the first time.

[marshmallow--3]

How the Assassins treat you after you've had a rough day.

Kassandra of Sparta:

You've been getting grief at work for dating a woman, and it really brings you down.

Kassandra picks you up from work one night, standing by her bike in the parking lot and smiling sweetly in your direction.

You're surrounded by the coworkers who've been harassing you, so naturally you start to worry about what's going to happen.

She skips over to you, greets you, tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear before kissing you in front of the bigots.

When she pulls away, you don't even know what to say, but she says plenty for you.

Turning to your coworkers, she adopts a sickly-sweet voice and croons, "If any of you have a problem, you're welcome to address your concerns to me."

Silence.

Even you'll admit how intimidating she looks with her biceps on show, her smile angelic yet her fingers cracking one another.

"Nothing? Then I suggest you apologise to Y/N for the grief you've been giving her."

Altaïr Ibn-LaʼAhad:

You've never had such a busy day. Muscles you didn't even know existed are aching, and you get the feeling no amount of heat rub will help.

Seeing you walk painfully into the living room where he's sat, he rises from the sofa and takes your hands into his, studying you.

"Come, Dove."

He joins you in the shower, his palms splaying over your wet skin in ways you could never dream of, pleasantly surprising you with his massage skills.

You very much doubt you'll be asking him to stop any time soon.

Ezio Auditore da Firenze:

You've been rushed off your feet all day, stumbling through your front door with a certain limp.

Ezio spies you, offering to help but you insist you're fine, making your way to the sofa where you collapse in the seat, kicking your shoes off and wiggling your feet by the fire.

Sinking to his knees in front of you, his thumbs skim over a pressure point, relaxing your muscles until they feel like jelly, treating you to his famous Auditore foot massage.

Closing your eyes and basking in the warmth of the fire and the wonderful, practiced ripples his fingers create, you smile, feeling more at peace than you can ever remember.

Ratonhnhaké:ton / Connor:

Your day has been non-stop, you've barely had a moment to yourself.

Connor comes home early and sees on the calendar that you've designated tomorrow, your only day off, as cleaning day.

He's having none of that, you deserve a day to relax. So he cleans the entire house while you're out, and has dinner prepared, still hot and steaming on the candlelit table when you arrive home.

Shay Cormac:

You've received some bad news lately, and have been far too busy running around to make sure everyone else is okay.

You come home to him holding a bunch of flowers, smiling warmly at you.

He's cooked seafood, his speciality, which fills the house with a deliciously salty smell.

Not to mention the hot bath that's waiting for you, which is the perfect temperature by the time you've finished eating.

Feeling completely drained, you fall asleep in the bath.

Shay comes to see what's taking you so long, and sees you fast asleep.

Shaking his head with a smile, he pokes your shoulder and coos for you to wake up, calling you a sleepyhead when your eyes flicker open, squinting in his direction.

After helping you to dry off, he carries you to bed and sings you to sleep while you drift in and out of slumber.

You manage to utter one word before exhaustion takes you.

"...love..."

Shay smiles, knowing exactly what you had intended to say, whispering it back in Gaelic before closing his eyes, your gentle breathing the best lullaby he could ask for.

Arno Dorian:

He takes one look at your face as he meets you in the hallway.

"Wine?"

"Wine."

Complete with you ranting on the sofa.

Arno listens keenly to your troubles, cuddling you as tightly and comfortably as possible.

Jacob Frye:

You get caught in the rain on your way home, getting drenched from head to toe when carriages decide to speed through the streets, splashing you with the puddles.

Hearing your sniffles, Jacob draws you a hot bath and helps you out of your wet clothes, preparing the fluffiest towels for you to drape yourself with afterwards.

While you're soaking in the bath, he raps on the door from the other side before entering, a mug in his hand.

"Cup of tea, love?"

Desmond Miles:

After working several late shifts, you're relieved to finally get off early, fully intending to return home and just sleep.

Desmond has drawn the curtains and turned all the lights off. Netflix is booted up and the coffee table is filled from corner to corner with snacks.

He lets you choose the movie. After all, his attention will be on you, his hands roaming your body and giving your ass gentle gropes, his nose buried in your sweet-smelling hair as he plants lazy kisses on your crown.

You're not one to complain about the distraction. That's the beauty of Netflix, you can always pick it up later.

Feeling re-energised from the popcorn and sweets, you tilt your head back and brush noses with him, smiling impishly.

Sofa sex it is.

Shaun Hastings:

It's been one of those days, one stressful thing happening after another. After another, after another.

You text him when you're on your way home, and he can clearly tell by your tone that you're not okay.

You arrive back to a quiet house. Soft music is playing from the bedroom / living room, and you creak the door open to find Shaun sitting in a pillow fort, welcoming you with open arms.

After giving you a brief tour of the fort, pointing out the fluffy cushions, blankets and stuffed toys, he offers to leave you alone should you want to be by yourself.

You shake your head, snuggling up close as he wraps his arms securely around your waist, informing you that the food shouldn't be too long.

Food?

He's only gone and ordered your favourite.

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[Elise sees Jacob and Ezio’s ex [y/n] kissing in the Kenway’s driveway, and tries to use Connor block the view but Ezio sees anyways]

Ezio: [laughs] Why is Jacob kissing Y/n?

[He looks back at Elise who's putting her hand through her hair, while Connor awkwardly coughs and looks at the floor]

Ezio:[realizes whats going on.] What the hell? He's dead!

[He slams a peanut butter jar on the counter and starts pulling at the kitchen sliding door unable to open it]

Elise: Ezio..

{Jacob and Y/n run for it when they realize Ezio saw them.]

Ezio: They're getting away! what is wrong with this thing?!

Connor: It's against my better judgment but..

[Connor reaches over flips the lock open]

Ezio: Thank you, now Jacob's really dead [He walks into the screen door, knocking it out of the frame] Well that's invisible!

[Cut to Elise,Arno and Connor watching Ezio pacing angrily around the basement.]

Ezio: I can't believe that you knew that Jacob and Y/n were together and you didn't tell me.

Connor: We...barely knew.

Elise: Yeah, we knew, but we were in denial because it's so unnatural.

Arno: Like radioactive spiders.

Ezio: Well, that's true. It's just, how could Jacob do this to me?[Ziio and Desmond walk down the stairs.]

Ziio: Uh-oh, sounds like he knows.

Desmond: Finally.

Ezio: [to Connor] What, your mom knew?! And Desmond?! Desmond never knows anything!

[he turns red sits down and starts grumbling]

Arno: Okay Elise we need to stabilize him, we're gonna need pudding and lots of it

Ezio: [getting up] Who chooses a chick over a friend?

Arno: What, come on, Ezio remember when you made me walk home in a blizzard because you wanted 10 extra minutes with Cristina?

Ezio: I didn't steal Cristina from you and you could've played in the snow until we were done

Elise: Y/n wanted to get married and you bailed; now she doesn't want to marry you, that solves your problem albeit with a disturbing twist ending

Ezio: I'm kicking Jacob's ass!

Connor: Ezio you couldn't open my kitchen door...

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