#maybe even evie and aveline?

[teecupangel]

AU where (I've never played Valhalla, bear with me) Aletheia had been lying out her ass about the whole "heir of memories must save the world from the- *spins wheel* ...magnetic field" and the whole thing was a ruse to deliver the staff (and thus, Aletheia) to someone more susceptible to Isu brain manipulation who would do as told and die to revive Basim

Imagine Layla and Desmond in the Grey finding this out and losing their shit, then starting a revenge plot through time to kick Aletheia's ass and free Kassandra (Layla), seduce save some of their ancestors/fellow Assassins along the way (Desmond), and try to keep these two near gods from destroying reality (Clay, whose brain is still a bit fried and doesn't know how he's here but he knows these two idiots are somehow his problem)

It would be fun if it was Clay who told them about Aletheia’s true nature. Hell, if you want to fully kick Aletheia to the villain category, maybe the whole ‘Yggdrassil problem becoming the next catastrophe’ had been her doing in some way, to force Layla to give up her life and Desmond, as the Reader, didn’t see it in the Calculations because he was, after all, not exactly Desmond Miles anymore. To be more accurate, he wasn’t entirely human anymore so he had ignored the ‘emotional element’ of the Calculations.

Clay could have woken up because he felt Layla and she was an anomaly in the sense that she wasn’t meant to die and become part of the Gray in the first place.

It would be Clay and Layla who makes the plan to screw up the timelines to kick Aletheia’s ass and set up the Grand Temple to automatically turn on without the need of anyone operating it on December 21, 2012.

The Reader says that the possibility of success is too low to even try and Layla suggests they find a way for the Reader to regain his humanity and be Desmond Miles once more.

Clay’s grin is full of mischief as he goes “Oh, I have an idea how we can get this idiot back to his old self.”

Cue in Layla and Clay’s “Let’s Fuck Up The Timeline To Save The World!” plan begins.

Layla insists that the best way to fuck up Aletheia’s plans is to destroy the damn polestick (“Isn’t it a-” “Shhhh, we’re calling it a polestick now.” “Yeah, okay.”) before it could get in the hands of Kassandra.

Clay suggests they just punch an old man and take the polestick. Layla is a bit hesitant about that since there was this whole thing about Pythagoras and Kassandra getting into some kind of resolution before he gives the polestick to Kassandra and Kassandra deserves that.

Clay then suggests they hijack the Atlantis memory thing that Kassandra goes thru and take the polestick from Kassandra. Layla says no to that one too since Kassandra would kick their asses.

Clay snorts and points at the Reader with his thumb as he says, “Not this guy.”

“There is a-”

“Fuck the probabilities. We’ll tag team her while Layla runs away with the polestick, okay? All we have to do is keep her busy until the polestick is destroyed.”

“Can you two even handle Kassandra?”

“I’ll have you know we are certified Bleeding Effect graduates… in the sense that the Bleeding Effect has effectively fucked us over.” (sees Layla’s expression) “Which just means Kassandra would have two Ezio Auditores to deal with. It’ll be fun.”

Cue the trio trying to get Kassandra to lower her guard enough for Layla to take the polestick by pretending to be citizens of Elysium.

Their chance finally comes when…

It became clear Kassandra was flirting with Layla.

“I think you should sleep with her for the betterment of mankind.”

“What.”

“Please, you’ll like it. We’ll steal the polestick while she’s busy with you.”

“Oh my god. What are you talking about? I am not having sex with Kassandra!”

“You want to though. This would be the two birds one stone kind of deal.”

“Clay, shut up.”

“Hey, Reader, what’s the success possibility of us getting the polestick if Layla has sex wth Kassandra?”

“Eighty-nine percent.”

“See? That’s the highest success rate we’ve ever got! You gotta take one for the team, Layla.”

“Oh my god.”

Of course, Layla does agree because, let’s face it, she wanted to get some with Kassandra anyway. Then Aletheia starts screaming bloody murder and Kassandra realized something is up.

Cue a chase scene where Clay and the Reader are both running for their lives while Kassandra runs after them and Layla runs after Kassandra.

Some clothes might be missing during the chase.

This is when Clay gets a bright wonderful idea to start Phase 2 of the plan and opens a new portal for another time period.

Kassandra enters the portal as well.

And Layla has no idea where they were. Considering the building architecture she just saw, she was betting somewhere where there were a lot of Muslims?

Oh, god…

They were being chased by knights with-

Oh shit.

They were knights!

She barely heard Clay say, “Your turn, Reader!”

And Clay gives the polestick to the Reader before bodyslamming him straight to a trio of monk-

No.

Assassins.

Oh shit.

Layla remembered those robes.

They were the Assassin robes worn by the Levantine Brotherhood.

The Reader falls on top of one of the Assassins and Clay hides behind the other two as he points at Kassandra, “Brothers! That woman is trying to get an artifact that the Brotherhood has been protecting!”

Oh god.

Oh my god.

Clay was insane.

The knights have also caught up to them.

And they were now surrounded and…

Wait.

Layla focused his attention to the Reader and the Assassin he had toppled and they were still in the ground, staring at each other.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Unorganized Notes:

Clay specifically opened a portal that brought them to Jerusalem just before Altaïr, Malik and Kadar infiltrated Solomon’s Temple.

Clay’s mighty plan to bring Desmond back can be summarized as “get the Reader to remember how much Desmond Miles loved his ancestors……… and maybe get him laid… that might help… we’ll play it by ear.”

Altaïr would be adamant that it wasn’t love at first sight but there was… this strange connection that he couldn’t shook off the moment their eyes met.

The Reader will admit that he did feel something… ‘foreign’ when he saw Altaïr and he agrees that Clay might be on the right track.

Layla is just confused because Clay’s usual plan seems to be to get her and the Reader laid.

Clay doesn’t deny it.

Kassandra becomes a reluctant ally of theirs because she is stranded in this timeline while they charge up their ‘portal juice’. Layla was sure that portal juice was not an actual thing.

The way their time hopping mechanics work is that they need a POE to charge it up and it will completely drain the POE afterwards. For their first portal jump, it was a freebie because they were in the Gray and it had the same ‘power source’ the POEs have. Clay even explains that the Gray is where the main power source of the POEs come from and the Isus just found a way to harness and store it in the POEs.

So they need a new POE to use to get Kassandra back to her time. Layla suggests they use the Apple in Jerusalem but the Reader goes “No.”. This is the first time the Reader had been adamant in his opinion about how the Apple belongs to Altaïr and no one else. Layla stares at Clay with an expression of “holy shit, Clay may be up to something with this whole getting someone to fuck the Reader to bring back Desmond Miles” and Clay just grins at her as if to say “I’m a genius right?”. It should be noted that, at this point, the Reader have not yet been fucked… yet.

That is how far I got because, okay, so my problem is if we continue with the idea that they’re trying to save (and seduce) Desmond’s ancestors (and fellow Assassins), this will be bittersweet since it’s like Desmond would have a relationship with some of them and then break up with them given a long-distance relationship was not viable.

Of course, considering how I write Altaïr, I wouldn’t be surprised if this ends up with the trio going their merry way screwing up the timeline by timehopping and then they later find out that Altaïr had been following them, looking for Desmond, and had been getting stubborn tagalongs along the way who were also looking for Desmond because he’s always a few steps behind the trio. (In other words, Desmond’s harem has been growing and chasing after him the entire time)

This… would be the kind of idea that Clay would definitely be on board with.

Although… considering the Reader is meant to have a connection to the possibilities, this meant that he should have seen this possibility… and did nothing to stop it. Which means… he wanted Altaïr to find the others and chase after him. XD

[demigoddessqueens]

more fluff 💞

a fluff headcanon companion piece to this Haytham request

Ezio

Oh he’s pulling all the stops to impress you, night life in Florence and all over, the most romantic dates, and though he’s flirtatious, there’s a genuine feeling to it

Edward

Lets you take the helm of the Jackdaw sometimes, brings you along to his missions, tells you of life back home, long talks under the stars that light up the sea

Jacob

Likes spending time with you by sneaking away to any of the pubs or rooftops

Eivor

Watching the Northern Lights with you whenever they pass over because of how your face lights up in joy

Bayek

You’ve taken riding trips with him sometimes and also found an oasis refuge

Aveline

A bit of a shopping trip, canon or au, can turn your frown upside down

Connor

Very fond of taking nature walks with you, hunting trips, or tasting whatever delicious dishes you’ve concocted

Yusuf

He’ll want to take you all over Istanbul, admiring her night life and numerous shops to offer

Altair

Likes talking philosophy with you, training or admiring the views from the rooftops of Masyaf

Evie

She likes a good book/library date with you

Kassandra

There was a grotto spot you two stumbled across to get away from the more city life

Arno

A tragic romanticist that takes you along to see the Paris skyline, dates at the Cafe Theater or dancing under the chandeliers

Henry

He likes making you tea or recommending a book for you, maybe even cuddling you with a good book

Aya

She likes practicing archery with you, or just using it as an excuse to hold onto you 😉

[evita-shelby]

They didn't know we were seeds

Chapter 12

Cw: breastfeeding mention, inappropriate use of breastmilk, day drinking, trauma bonding, doom

Aveline, Rose and Lawerence Evert belong to @justrainandcoffee

Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta @justrainandcoffee @emotionalcadaver @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings

If she thought the end to the horrors would come the moment she had a baby, she was half wrong.

She could’ve stayed at home with her baby boy and avoided all of this, but she didn’t want to miss a chance to see Jack openly and couldn’t vouch for him from home. It was also Matty’s first year as mentor and she’d be stupid to throw him to the wolves like that.

Times like this she misses Luca. He would’ve never let this happen, in fact Evert would’ve been pushing daisies already. Shelby should really get to that already.

“Some of them, like Lawerence Evert, think we are gods and goddesses and they privileged enough to be nourished from our breast.” Cecelia makes a face as an avox helps her into the ultramodern breast pump.

Eva wonders if dairy cows feel as used as her as she sees her own milk be put in rather fancy jars instead of the usual baby bottles a company gave her to promote them.

She’d been treated like a queen by the Capitol’s companies, showered with everything a baby and new mother could ever want or need because nothing provides better advertising than a Victor doing it.

Laurie’s name had caused controversy, but babies were being named Lauren or Laurentius by the dozen now. Cecelia’s pregnancy had led to a rise in births and now hers would continue until it went out of fashion. The speculation of Laurie’s paternity was not dying down, however.

Any blue-eyed man she’s been in contact with has been mentioned in gossip columns and shows. Jack had laughed at how the last man she was sold to had to come out on television and deny they ever had sex. Only a few had come close to guessing it was Jack, but they were talked out of it because even for the peacocks of the Capitol fucking your brother’s murderer was too fucked up.

“So, you and Jack, huh.” Cecelia had immediately put two and two together much like every mentor here. They were not as discreet as they should, but unlike Rose Evert and Alfie Solomons, they wouldn’t get into trouble over it.

“Yeah. Kinda just happened.” She lies with a sheepish look; better people think it was unplanned and not that they had tried for two years because a post-partum body isn’t sexy to the capitol. If only they couldn’t speak honestly here.

“At least he’s one of us, the moment Alfie fucks up like this he’s done for.”

It is an open secret that Alfie Solomons, mentor for 9, is fucking his stylist. Not just fucking, but in love too given by what Aveline told her in her tirade against it.

“Yeah, I guess.” Pretty ballsy, or pretty stupid, but Rose had enough money to put Alfie out of the market so maybe they’d get away with it. Luca got away with killing any man who breathed near her and with keeping her in the Capitol a while longer for a holiday to an arena that had a beach.

Maybe Rose and Alfie could get away with things she and Jack can’t.

For now, Eva tries to remember the names of the herbs that lower your milk supply.

Jack is having a few beers waiting for whoever’s gonna tell Shelby’s he’s in when a somewhat sober Haymitch tosses him a large pack of condoms wrapped in a bow.

“Did you and your girl think what’s gonna happen when you train the baby’s killer?” the surly man helps himself to the beer Jack had been drinking on his lonesome and plops himself down on a bench.

“I only thought of how she’d be off the market if lost her figure for nine months.” Can’t say that’s not going to happen because they don’t even know if it will work. “Who knows maybe in twelve years the games won’t exist.”

“Well, you know what they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.” The mentor for 12 comments and accepts Jack’s answer with little suspicion. “Who knows maybe Lauren will take after Evie and survive her games.”

“Laurie, after the dead brother, and they’ve got twelve years to figure that out no use in bringing it up now.” Solomons, the only mentor in an even worse situation than him, comes up as if he were invited.

“Here, got some for you too.” Haymitch tosses a condom at the Victor of 9 from his pant pocket. “Nelson, give him half your box, none of us want to find out what happens when district scum knocks up a Capitol broad.”

“Why is he here, Solomons?” Jack doesn’t hate either guy; they just aren’t friends.

 Eva’s the one everyone likes because she’s a great gal and charming and hot, Jack’s the guy they tolerate because of her. He’s been called an asshole by most mentors here because he won’t change his blunt ways. Haymitch is fun sometimes mostly when he’s not being a pessimistic asshat, Alfie’s too busy with his stylist anyways.

Come to think of it, they’ve never talked much. The whole career vs normal district didn’t help either.

“Cause we’re your new friends, fuck face.” The blond drunk smiles at the words.

If it wasn’t for his family’s lives being on the line, he would’ve tossed the fucker off the roof and see how hard that force field tosses him back.

“Welcome to the club, Nelson. With any luck your niece and your son won’t have to survive an arena like we did.” He extends his hand and Jack shakes it.

Jack Nelson has officially become a rebel.

The children this year show promise, Eva has long since known that promise doesn’t mean much in the arena.

“How do manage this every year?” Matty asks after they send the children to sleep. He is barely twenty this year, been told the hell that awaits him here and is troubled by his own ghosts to accept the task.

“A support system, we mentors have to watch out for each other.” She says drinking the herbal tea guaranteed to temporarily dry up her milk supply. She hasn’t told him about her relationship with Jack, but Mathew is a smart guy and probably figured it out now. “Abilene, bless her heart, was too far gone to be of any help, but Clemens knows more than he lets on.”

“2 is the dad isn’t he?” There it was. The resentment at 2 and 1 for believing they are better, the fear that what they are doing is wrong and the whole she killed Jack’s brother thing.

“It’s not illegal to fraternize with fellow mentors, Laurie is my son with Jack and named after the brother I killed.” Eva finds relief in publicly saying that to people she trusts. Mat won’t tell knows better than to do that. “Before you ask, yes he knows, we both picked out the name together.”

“Volcano girl said 9 is screwing his stylist, is that permitted too?” the young man asked, and Eva shrugged.

“Rose Evert can afford to fuck Alfie, as long as she has money Snow doesn’t give a shit. You’ll find everyone here does what they can to cope with this hell, so don’t be too quick to judge.”

A pool had been added to the training center, swimming lessons were optional and to Eva’s dismay her tributes had not chosen to take up the offer.

Sulema because she already knew how to swim, Fabian had a phobia of water because when he was little, he almost drowned in a river. They hailed from the southern villages, their darker complexion and shorter stature setting them apart from the lighter skinned and taller folks up north.

10 covered the span of two countries, the United States and Mexico, well what was left of Mexico. It had been a country known for its beauty and diverse lands. It had a desert, beaches much more beautiful than the ones in 4 and fertile plains where livestock can thrive.

10 had plenty of rivers and lakes, some had dried up during the Dark Days and others made toxic, but they had an advantage over some districts in that. They were not as great at it as 4 where everyone knew how to swim, but they might have a chance to survive a body of water.

“We should do something nice for the kids.” Aveline says resting under the umbrella of the tribute center’s outdoor pool. Contrary to popular belief, they aren’t cooped up in here for the entire time. Most have some degree of freedom, and it provides the Capitol a chance to see more of them.

“Do you think they’ll let us?” the young mother asks knowing its probably a no unless the right people say it. Cashmere might have some sway, Lyme too. Finnick would agree immediately if it meant he could spend more time with his female tribute who was his schoolmate and whom he obviously really liked.

A doomed romance that can only end with Annie Cresta dying horribly in the games. Snow knew what he was doing when he had her reaped after Finnick tried to speak out over the abuse they suffer.

“Likely not, but most of us here do what we want when we can.” Linnie shrugs and gives a disarming smile to the paparazzi taking seemingly candid photographs of them. Wiress and Beette had outdone themselves with the earrings, they were never caught off guard now.

The afternoon before the interviews is spent with 24 children and their minders having a pool party and forgetting they’d all be killing each other the next day. A good memory before they all die, even the one that survives the games.

“Do you think people look at us the same way we look at them?” Jack rests his chin on her head as they watch Finnick and Annie enjoying their last moments together in the water.

“I suppose so, but who here isn’t as doomed as us, my love.” The only difference was that they couldn’t be killed in an arena.

[seleneprince]

I agree. Although with three games of Ezio already out, I doubt they would have wanted to invest the time and money in making another Auditore the protagonist, specially back then, where female characters's only purpose was to entice or fawn for the great Gary Stu-sorry, Ezio Auditore.

Lydia Frye has a lot of potential, as we finally had a female protagonist with the spotlight entirely for her, but it was just a DLC and was too short in my opinion. I heard they planned to work into her further for future projects, but they haven't mentioned it again.

Even tho Jacob got more promotions and time-screen, Evie is remarkably popular in the fandom, even more than him. I'm afraid she and Aveline are the only female Assassins that matter in the franchise.

Odyssey and Valhalla are awesome games, but not as Assassin's Creed ones. Sorry but I don't see or feel the soul of the Creed in those games, without the hoos or the Brotherhood. They're just historical games with magical artifacts and some scenes from modern day assassins. That's it. Take off the AC logo from the games and you won't notice. Also, I agree with you, the gender-choice feature doesn't make sense in the AC context. It's about reliving your ancestors' lives, so how can you "choose" the gender of said ancestor?

Layla could have been that female protagonist from modern day we wanted, even if her introduction to the franchise felt a bit forced and rushed in my opinion, but we know how she ended. Another case of wasted potential for female characters.

Shao Jun has her own invidual game where she's the only protagonist, but the format isn't really appealing, so most people haven't played or heard of it. But what they did to Aya is beyond justification. Why didn't the applied the same mechanic as Syndicate, where Balek and Aya had different missions and so you played as both of them? But noooo, let's not make the cis het men gamers throw a tantrum and continue giving them male protagonists so they can self-insert.

I'm still holding unto hope, that maybe some women from the development team will stand up and fulfill our dreams.

We could have a DLC based on Claudia's life as an assassin and madame, or Lydia Frye. The WW II is an interesting setting for a game and I loved her character

I'm still not over the fact that Aya was supposed to be the protagonist from Origins but they changed to not make the poor "macho men clients" to cry

*Before we get further into feminism, I want to make very, very clear: we love and support trans people here, ABOVE ALL ELSE. Terfs are templars.*

DLC would be cool, but I think it would still be the same thing that they're doing: treating female characters (and thus women as a whole) as second fiddle.

Their whole pattern so far has been "men are in the main games - the ones that we advertise, and reference, and build off of - and women are in that... Other Stuff. The side parts that don't get acknowledged."

I mean, raise your hand if you've listened to Assassin's Creed Gold (which still doesn't have a female assassin protag but does have a modern day woman).

Summarize the plot of ac liberation for me off the top of your head.

Who killed Mongke Khan in the series?

Do you know anything about Shao Jun that's not related to Ezio? I'm not even sure Ubisoft does.

And even when female characters do get to take the main stage, they have to share it! Usually extremely unevenly!

Aya, as you said, was meant to be the protagonist of origins but was sidelined for Bayek. Most of the time that you're playing as her, you're actually playing as a boat.

Evie and Jacob were supposed to share the spotlight evenly, but he ended up with 3 times as many missions as her. And there were diegetic, lyrical songs about the targets in the game, but all of them were for Jacob's targets! None for Evie's, unless you count the one for Roth, who they both fought.

Odyssey and Valhalla technically have canon fe.ale protagonists, but with a gender choice, and all or much of the advertising was for the male character.

Gender choices that don't even work in context. The explanations they gave us were. Just ... Bad...

The "the girl is the canon character" thing feels a bit like Rowling's tweets about Dumbledore and Hermione. Diet Allyship: all the fanfare of diversity in art with none of the commitment!

And the gender choice would be really cool with a Little rework. Like for the protagonist of that modern day game that people have been clamoring for. Or a genderfluid\genderqueer character.

The latter could even bring the disguise system from liberation in.

Or they could break off the multiplayer functions they had and make a fortnite-esc game with customizable or a variety of characters. In fact, weren't there whispers of them doing just that?

But nope. Cis men only, or weird, contrived reasons for why the machine that reads your DNA like a book has decided to make it a choose-your-own-adventure story.

[asscrackcreed]

For the headcanon thing: I'm not all the way done Rogue yet, so I could be wrong, but I have a feeling Shay never fully bought into Templar ideology. By outward appearances/records that made it into the database, sure, but anytime ideology comes up he gets a look on his face like he's just a touch skeptical. It would make sense, too, given it's established early on he questions things and that he feels responsible for backing the "wrong side" and aiding in what happened in Lisbon. If he didn't trust another ideology so easily after, even as he actively worked toward and for it, it would still be narratively consistent.

I haven't played rogue - my pc isn't good enough for it 😭💀

mcs - main characters

But i don't think any of the main characters are fully immersed into their ideologies, most are assassins just purely because they believe in freedom and so does shay but shay felt betrayed by the assassins and then goes over to the other side (again i haven't played rogue but) it's sort of a plot hole because if shay wants people to be safe then why would he go to the templars? who are known for unnecessary kills and yk... not really having the people's safety in mind quite so much... the templars are mainly aiming for power which clearly doesn't really align with shay's beliefs. but anyways i think with shay, you're right he does question everything and i think it's more of a case of his guilt taking control of him - like he wants to undo what happened in lisbon, obviously he cant so by going against the assassins it's the closest he can do to 'make up for it'.

THIS GOT LONG LMAO - tl;dr - this isn't a headcanon this is unironically canon

back to my first statement of none of the mcs believing their ideologies, we see this right from the beginning. Altaïr basically rewrote the ENTIRE creed because he realised that the assassins needed improvement, that the ideology of the creed needed to be altered. true love was not a weakness like Al-Mualim thought, it was in fact a driving factor in helping the assassins, what made Al-Mualim's betrayal more heart breaking was his greediness for power - just like a templar. he even says to al-mualim 'how could I regret the only life i've ever known?' he doesn't know anything else other than assassins vs templars because he was born into it and so by becoming the leader of the levantine brotherhood he automatically changed the creed to make it better, and actually end up returning its ideology back to the hidden ones - that's why he was so revolutionary because he improved it all with his codex, he'd only do that if he thought the creed wasn't truly good enough in the first place. i mean his ENTIRE FUCKING STORY IS ABOUT QUESTIONING THE CREED...

every mc assassin has broken a rule of the creed, maybe not specifically with it's 3 doctrines but in someway they did smth different for a better outcome, and we've all seen side characters go 'but that's not the way of the creed !!! we can't do that !!!' and the mc is like 'yeah go fuck urself'. i'd say connor is the most explicit when it comes to that because he was never in the fight in the first place, his whole aim was to kill charles lee/get revenge on the people who attacked his village - but even when he becomes a proper assassin, he still shows obvious signs he doesn't care for it - the most explicit time this happens (as far as I can remember off the top of my head) is in liberations when connor and aveline meet and she says 'connor, are you always certain of the means and the ways of the brotherhood' and connors like 'i... trust my own hands.' he clearly doesn't believe in the assassins entirely and aveline already had doubts, only to be confirmed by connor.

both jacob and evie continuously went against orders from higher ups (the biggest example of this - going to london to liberate it after they were told not to). ezio literally says not to follow him because you're meant to find your own path. and have you seen how TIRED he is by the end, especially in embers he wants nothing to do with the creed anymore, he was so tired of fighting for smth that was beyond him and for smth he would never get to see. he does obviously believe in the creed more than some but i believe that after ac2 and throughout ac3 and acr, the creed became more and more 'corrupted', moving away from liberated thinking to just fighting the templars because they're evil. bayek and aya made the hidden ones to defend people, but even with altaïr's codex, we end up with less of an ideology and more of a movement. and i think just the fact that by the end, most of these assassins are just tired of this fight. a lot of them end up giving this feeling of 'i've had enough - i'm so tired' because they've spent their whole lives fighting and more people will just carry on fighting. and when that realisation hits, most of them have to fight to move on like ezio.

if you've read the wiki, you'll know that the ideology of liberated thinking and free will comes from adam and eve themselves, having fought against the isu to retain that. and i wouldn't say thats disappeared, i mean it is a reoccurring theme, but all the mcs of the games have this 'sudden realisation' of what the creed is trying to be and what it fails to be. the line between 'fighting for liberation' and 'stopping the templars' becomes blurred, and with that the creed becomes distorted, which a lot of the mcs knew which is why they never would 100% believe in the ideologies of whichever organisation they're with. and shay knew that. shay was just the only one to defect because the creed fucked up big time. ironically, despite liberation being the key word in all of this, once you're in this war, you can't escape it.

[actlikeyoudidntdoit]

ASSASSIN’S MODERN DAY PROFESSIONS

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ALTAÏR

College Professor

-We all know that Altaïr has spent most of his life teaching, so what better job does he have than a college professor?

-He knows what he’s talking about, that much is certain, but sometimes he gets a little too lost in his lesson to realize that his students are scratching their heads. So it’s normal to have students staying after class, but they leave understanding every word of what he said.

-He’s not the fun teacher, but he’ll be able to teach you what you need and still remember it at the end of the day.

-He’s pretty lenient, and even with the obnoxious students who cause a scene, he calmly gets them to at least do their work.

-Other teachers always use him as a reference when it comes to the perfect teacher.

EZIO AUDITORE

-I can see Ezio being a public speaker since he’s not all that scared of crowds and spends a lot of time giving advice, so I think he’d really enjoy being able to help a crowd of people whose lives are falling apart

-Ezio would be the single anchor in a sea of storms because he always seems to have an answer for everything. He’s a man whose words are turned into inspirational quotes that people hang on their walls.

-When he says that things will be okay, no one doubts him since they know that he lost his father and his brothers very early on and that it took years for Ezio to accept the loss the way he had. If he could soldier through it, why couldn’t they?

-He doesn’t involve himself in politics, finding them to be a waste of time and breath despite how many people ask for his input on the political status of the country he’s staying in.

-He speaks to a lot of people in private, letting them speak their minds and giving his advice if they want it. He’s a therapist without a license, and you always feel hopeful about life leaving his office.

Connor

Construction or Sports

-This boy was designed for heavy work, and I’ve heard some good points in saying that not only would he be amazing at sports, but he’d also really enjoy it too.

-In my personal headcanon, I think he’d be a good construction worker as well. Not the high end kind that build skyscrapers or anything, but I can see him building simple houses for small communities, taking the lower jobs that can’t afford much help like the sweetheart he is. He definitely volunteers to make houses for the homeless.

-Since most of the homeless he helps don’t have much money, he makes sure to offer them baked goods because he’s definitely a baker.

Edward Kenway

-As a young man, he joins the navy

-Once he’s on his own, he buys his own boat and treats it like royalty.

-He’s not a pirate himself, but he does let less legal people on board for a price. At the time, it was just an easy cash pay since people paid good money when they were desperate.

-When he’s older and gets a grip on some of the people he’s helping (like the REALLY bad criminals) he quickly lets it go.

-Yet after seeing some of the more decent people and the places they were running from, I can see him being a sort of smuggler, but instead of smuggling drugs or weapons, he sells medicines, canned foods, and clothes to the regions where they’re scarce or hard to pay for.

-When he’s older and found a fortune over time, he starts up his own official charity, hiring various sailers to sail supplies to more places than he himself could alone.

SHAY CORMAC

-Okay, I have to say it. Shay would DEFINITELY be an FBI spy. Maybe I haven’t thought of it as heavily as I could, but he just strikes me as a man who could kill someone in plain sight and still not be seen.

-He already knows everything he can about infiltrating and getting vital information

-He knows exactly how to manipulate people to get what he wants.

-He’s like Macgyver but as an agent.

-He does things that make sleeping at night impossible, but he tells himself that every long night for him is another person somewhere else having a peaceful night, and peaceful nights means he’s doing his job. Right?

-Constantly questions his morals, but he can’t bring himself to stop, not knowing that he’d do if he stopped, because at least here he’s doing something. He’s contributing.

-That and maybe I might or might not want to see Shay in a suit 🤷‍♀️

AVELINE

-Actress. And a damn good one. She’s one of the kind of people who get paid millions each job and gives most of her cash on people who really need it. Not only that, she’s a fan favorite everywhere.

-She takes extra jobs in smaller businesses barely staying afloat, and public morality boosts has nothing to do with it. In fact, she keeps her fame life out of everything, choosing to see it just as another job.

-I can see her sharing similarities of Zendaya or Zoe Zaldana

ARNO DORIAN

-High school teacher or actor, I can’t decide.

-Because let’s be honest, this guys brain is more wrinkled than a raisin. He knows his stuff.

-He’s good at simplifying what he’s saying, and that happens to be a very useful trait when it comes to teaching.

-If he was a teacher, he’d be a damn good one, that’s for sure. No one will fail his class because he’s so good at explaining things, and he’d be the one who actually cares for his students.

-When it comes to acting... just admit that Arno’s a theater boy through and through. If you need proof, he’s the only one with a crazy amount of fancy robes and colors. FOR GODS SAKE HE OWNS A THEATER! So on modern day, I could totally see him as an actor as well.

-He’d be the Ewan Mcgregor of the modern day, because everyone recognizes him from SOMEWHERE because he’s really tested his acting ability on multiple various roles. Well read, charming, and level headed, he’d totally rock being an actor. He’s good friends with Aveline, and when they both have time in their busy schedules, they stop by for coffee and fill each other in on their life.

JACOB

-Boxing

-I saw the photoshops of Jacob in boxer life, and I have not been the same because oh my god that is amazing.

-but absolutely he’d be a boxer. He’s the shortest guy in the entire match, but he doesn’t need a stool to knock you on your ass before you can laugh about it.

-His opponents are lucky shattering bones is against the rules because he knows how to make someone wish their dad wore a condom.

-A lot of people think that his rounds must be rigged, and his sister had to physically hold him back every time Jacob threatened to give him a close up of how ‘rigged’ his fights were.

-Jacobs a powder keg, so it doesn’t take much to make him explode, and a lot of the less respectful people he has to fight picks particularly sore spots to do just that.

-He might be pissed, but his punch isn’t the only thing that stings. He knows exactly what words to use, and when they’ve gone too far, he doesn’t hold back.

-Might have a temper, but he has a good heart despite it all. He visits schools and completely turns his personality around with kids. He signs autographs, takes pictures, and makes sure that every one of them have a fun day because he knows that there’s some kids in this school that don’t have those kinds of days. He pays the school for field days each time, making sure they all get out. They bring out the scooters, parachutes, capture the flag, and ‘wrestling’ matches for the kids who want to face him. He loses every time. He never has a bigger smile on his face than when he has children fans walk up to him.

EVIE

-She is totally a lawyer and you can’t change my mind.

-Logic and Facts are her strongest weapons, and so far she has yet to lose a debate.

-Every other lawyer knows that seeing Evie walk into court is an instant death sentence, because like her brother, her words are sharp as a knife and her mind is even sharper.

-If they didn’t look identical, no one would believe that she would be related with Jacob the hot headed boxer, because she was level as water and was near impossible to make angry, but god help the poor sod that presses her.

-Her clients almost always get the best case scenario with Evie by their side by how good she is.

-Also like her brother, children are her weak spot, and her hard composure melts whenever she needs to speak to a child in the witness post, making sure that the child feel comfortable unlike the others that drill the kid with questions when they’re too skittish to answer. She takes her time and gets the kid feeling safe, and gently asks their side.

-Evie might not do it as a profession, but Evie has beaten Jacob in the boxing ring in the gym. She knows damn well how to handle herself, knowing she’d need it since she’d be fighting corrupt politicians or gang members who have too often tried attempts at her life. Every time she emerged unscathed, using the attempt at even more evidence against them and insuring a spot in jail. No one dared try attacking her again after that.

BAYEK

-I’m thinking police officer or motivational speaker for trauma.

-Either way, he’s a guardian who takes care of the people he’s in charge of. He knows words well, and having been down the dark path himself, he knows exactly what people experience and what they want to hear.

-Be the change you want to see in the world, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.

-He’d be a well respected officer, and he’s not afraid of telling off a comrade if someone is wrongfully accused. He’s not very popular in the police station, but as long as he’s doing his job, he’s satisfied.

-He’s saved several people over the course in his life, and his word is well honored since he’s on no ones side. He sees things as what they are and doesn’t twist events he disagreed with to his point of view. Even if it hurts him personally, he doesn’t lie.

-He’s divorced, but they’re still best friends with each other and visit when they can.

AYA (ran out of gifs. Sorry)

-She is hands down a self defense teacher for women

-She sells hidden self defense tools for less than ten dollars, always sure to keep constantly supply of them since many have confessed that they’ve saved them from dangerous situations.

-Like her former husband, she’s a protector and makes sure she provides her students with the best.

-She teaches children what to do if they ever get grabbed, and she’s had many parents in years thanking her when that information ended up saving their child’s life.

ALEXIOS

-Hands down he is a stunt double

- Preferably Arno’s since he relies more on flexibility than brute strength. Then there’s the fact that they look similar enough in features

-He does the moves that would probably be safer if they were just CGI, but he hates those computers with a passion, preferring to do the real thing instead of giving out something fake. He’s broken more bones than he can count, and the companies he works with always have a medic on standby when something goes wrong.

-They tried convincing him that they only needed him for a few spots, but after realizing that he wanted this (and him assuring them that he doesn’t bother with suing), they let him do his thing. The results are fruitful since the most nitpicky movie fans are absolutely thrilled when there’s a particular move done right.

-He teaches Arno a good few things about how to do action scenes, and they’re definitely good friends.

KASSANDRA

-Roller Derby

-She lives for throwing people and smacking them without being judged for it, so the Derby’s her safe spot.

-Everyone on the opposing team is terrified of her, always scared when they see her devilish smile, knowing that they’re about to get their asses handed to them. Like her brother, she’s an adrenaline junky, and when she’s not doing the derby, she’s going off into car races in a water trench. She’s surprisingly very good with cars too, knowing the inside and out of a car like the back of her hand.

-She loves it when men try to catcall her. It gives her a perfect opportunity to punch them in the face.

-She loves the races themselves because no one expects it. Sometimes she pretends to act like a beginner and absolutely slaughter them, giving them a nice wink before driving out with her cash.

-Only has a soft spot for the girl who visits her on weekends. She’s practically her older sister, and there will be hell to pay if her favorite kid gets hurt in any way.

EIVOR

-BACA(Bikers Against Child Abuse)

-The moment I saw this, I instantly thought about them.

-they would absolutely be a part of this

-Looking all badass in leather while turning into a softie for children? That’s Eivors entire character right there.

-Eivors not afraid to get physical with an abuser. They’d beat the abuser to a pulp and right after take the child out for ice cream.

-No one messes with Eivor, knowing that their lenience was stretched only for children. Anyone else tried to pressure her? Your teeth would be shattered and they’d wear the bits for a necklace.

-Children are much more brave around them because they’re tougher than their parent and on their side, so they’re not afraid to give them to the police

[kiatheinsomniac]

Chapter III: Rooftop Talks

Part one: here Part two: here

Every student was gathered in the hall. (Y/n) looked around oddly, taking a mental headcount. There were only twenty-five students. That was one class.

They had just met the principal, Crawford Starrick who was standing on a podium and had just announced that they were allowed to have their first day to themselves in order to familiarise themselves with the building and the grounds. Perfectly timed, he asked if anyone had any questions. A few hands went up, along with (Y/n)’s.

“So, do we get to go out on the weekends at all?” Asked a boy who looked strikingly similar to Evie. (Y/n) concluded that this must be her twin, Jacob.

“If you’re willing to make the walk.” The principal replied. (Y/n)’s brows shot up, recalling how long the drive had been through the woods; she couldn’t imagine walking that distance. She was called on next.

“Is this everyone? I mean, it’s only one class unless we’re being split into two smaller classes.” She pointed out her observation.

“Each student here is handpicked for success.” The reactions to this were a mix of straightening backs with pride and scoffing, “We want you all to achieve your very best and thought a singular class would better achieve that.” He explained. (Y/n) nodded her head but something about it felt odd. Just one class? Then again, it could be down to the school being new and having to prove its worth before it could accept more students. “Kassandra.” He called on the Greek who had her hand up.

“So what aren’t we allowed to do?” She questioned, not wanting to get into an argument with staff over something she didn’t know.

“Break curfew, start fights, truant, steal, fail to hand in assigned tasks on time, disobey staff, have mobile phones.” The Greek smiled sweetly.

“Ok.” Was her simple answer. (Y/n) squinted her eyes at her slightly. She seemed far too happy with that answer. Why was she smiling so much? Why did her eyes light up?

With no more questions left, they were dismissed to familiarise themselves with the grounds. (Y/n) made her way over to Kassandra, curious. The Greek grabbed her hand and went running down the hall. A few other students watched this, curious before looking to their peers and shrugging, running after them.

When Kassandra finally stopped, they were standing at the top of a staircase by a set of old rusty doors. (Y/n) turned around to see that they had company. Claudia, Aveline and two other boys who (Y/n) didn’t know were all behind Kassandra and herself.

There was a loud creak and snap. Kassandra had kicked the door open, breaking the worn-down lock inside while keeping the doors intact. There was glass on the outside of the metal framing but it was so overgrown with moss that it was difficult to see what was outside. Was this some sort of balcony?

As soon as the doors were opened, it was revealed to be the roof. They all walked out onto it, chattering among themselves while (Y/n) made her way to the edge of the far wall. She could see the lake that gave Vermere Lake Grammar School its name. It was off in the distance, past the extravagant gardens and field with a few layers of trees blocking it from the view if you were on the ground. It appeared to be a clearing in the middle of the sea of green trees and had a stream trickling into it.

(Y/n) took the opportunity to look around the area from a higher viewpoint which she stood on. Trees and trees and trees covered the hills around the school. The colour was quickly becoming sickening to look at everywhere she turned.

Her (e/c) orbs flickered to the gardens and the sports field. She prayed that she wouldn't have to participate in any form of physical education. She had always been far more academic than athletic and saw it as a waste of time - she could be studying something far more useful in her opinion. The gardens were wonderful and defined by tidy gravel paths. The hedges and trees were trimmed to perfection and the colourful pop of the flowerbeds were a nice change from the constant, droning green. There were statues scattered in a grid among the gardens and a large fountain stood proudly in the epicentre of it all. The water was running, putting on a repetitive show, sunlight reflecting off the water and making it sparkle, while statues of cherub angels and mermaids were in the centre. It was a very flamboyant school, indeed.

She shuffled a little closer to the edge before a pair of hands carefully held her sides in a tight, yet cautious grip, causing her to jolt slightly with surprise.

“Careful, don’t fall.” A male voice spoke from behind her. She turned around to see that it was a boy with long brown hair which he swept back into a ponytail, tied with red satin. His skin was softly sunkissed and he had rich brown eyes with golden tones glimmering amongst them. He wore a deep blue high-necked jumper which defined his torso and was tucked into a pair of black trousers which were accompanied by a black Louis Vuitton belt and black suede boots. She took a step from the edge, which inevitably brought her body closer to his, before making her way past him.

She flashed a shy smile, blushing a little at how he'd held her hips, "Thank you." She managed out before making her way over to Claudia and Aveline seeing as she knew them the best. She thought over leaving so abruptly like that. Perhaps he wanted to get to know the other students here too - after all, most people here didn't know one another. She found herself feeling odd and liking how touchy some of the other students were - the way Kassandra had grabbed her hand, the way Arno had grabbed her sides, etcetera. She never got much affection from her parents and never had any friends to give her any either. She quite liked the contact. It was comforting.

What unnerved her though, was the realisation that she was so touch-starved that she was enjoying this from people that she hardly knew. It was quite a shocking sudden realisation, really; something that she didn't want to admit to so she pushed the thought away. She would be getting to know them all soon enough anyway, right? Well, aside from Cesare and Lucrezia. She didn't plan on associating herself with those two.

She hadn't even been here for a whole day and she was already finding out things about herself that she had failed to notice in the past. It only made her lap up all these new changes even more, finally free of that old routine which she was constantly restrained by back at her home.

(Y/n) watched as a blonde male student went running for the lake, followed by an olive-skinned boy who resembled Kassandra a lot.

"Oh, I think they're going to jump in." She pointed out as she gestured her hand towards the two students that were sprinting across the sports field and making a beeline for the lake.

"Of course he is." The Greek girl sighed, a smile on her lips as she watched one of the two boys in particular. "The taller one's my little brother, Alexios; but, a lot of his friends call him Deimos." She paused for a while, her smile lingering as she witnessed her brother and the blonde student strip off as many layers as they could (while staying decent) before plunging off the small pier and into the cold water, "I never liked his friends back home, they were terrible for him. If he's mean to you: don't take it to heart." She rested a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder to express her sincerity, "Those friends of his made him an asshole but I'm hoping that he will change now that he's not around them anymore. Mater hopes so too."

"Are you here for a change too?" The ebony-haired female prompted, wanting to get her own story across int he process.

"Because I tried to defend him from his friends, I ended up making a lot of enemies back at home." Shrugged, "I've always been one to punch first and ask questions later." (Y/n)'s eyes roved over Kassandra's arms to see how muscular she was. She definitely seemed like she would win a fight. "I suppose I'm looking to try and change myself in that aspect - learn to negotiate. But I know it won't happen overnight." She laughed at herself.

"I mostly accepted the application here because I wanted a change and I don't really have anyone at home." (Y/n) expressed, "I'd wake up and go to my school where I never had any friends, study all break and lunch, go home to paint or read for half an hour, study until dinner then get in the shower and go to sleep." She explained, "I was always home alone a lot because my parents work all the time. I've never been close to them. . . They didn't even drop me off at the airport. . . The family driver was the only one with me. . ." She spoke nonchalantly but Kassandra looked liked like she was on the verge of heartbreak.

For the Greek girl, her family was one of the most important things in her life, her source of happiness. It made her sad to know that her classmate didn't have anyone at all in the world.

"Well, you have friends now." She beamed, throwing an arm around her shoulder, "A lot of people here seem to like you already." Her gaze went back to her brother and the other student who were still swimming in the cold water and her lips tugged into a frown, "He's going to get sick if he stays in there too long. . . I should go get him." And with that, she left and (Y/n) made her way over to Claudia who was standing under a large greenhouse which was on the roof, gesticulating a lot with her hands while Aveline, the boy in blue from earlier, and the other guy were all paying attention to her.

". . . Just imagine it!" She spoke expressively, "Some lights, some chairs, pillows and blankets! If we clean up the glass and the floor and maybe add a few little flowerpots and trinkets on the shelves! This could be an awesome hangout! And, judging by the doors on the way up here, no one comes up here, so we can keep it as a thing between people we like."

"That's quite a cool idea, actually," Aveline spoke from where she was standing inside the rather large greenhouse, a frown tugged at her full lips, "But it would be nicer with some music."

"I bought my guitar with me." The boy that (Y/n) had yet to meet raised his hand in contribution. He had an Italian accent which made (Y/n)'s eyes flicker between him and Claudia, making note of their similarities. She concluded that this was Ezio, Claudia's brother. He, like Arno, suited long brown hair which was tied back - but he had shorter parts that fell loose and framed his angular face neatly. He wore a white hoodie with dark red joggers and white trainers. She wondered why he was dressed so casually until she realised that he and his sister must have had to wake up early to catch the plane and he would have wanted to be comfortable for the journey.

"I'm going to miss my music - I really hate this 'no phones' rule." The one who (Y/n) had briefly spoken to earlier piped up, "I mean, in a controlled environment like a boarding school, they're not exactly going to get in the way of us learning." He shrugged as he leaned against the glass, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Good point." (Y/n) agreed. Ezio turned his eyes to her, not having noticed her before. The Italian raised one of his brows in amusement, a flirtatious and teasing smile tugging at his scarred lips.

"You're quiet." He pointed out.

"Oh, leave her alone, stronzo. She's not one of your easy girls back home and I don't want you sleeping with my friends." Claudia snapped at her older brother, placing her hands on her hips to try and show her authority. Her older brother smiled at this while (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes widened.

"Whoa, that escalated quickly." She held up her hands, shocked at how the conversation had gone from him teasing her about being quiet to Claudia telling him to not try it on with her.

"Oh, believe me, it would have escalated either way." The female Auditore rolled her chestnut eyes, "I'm sure that as soon as he said that, he would have mentioned something about getting you to moan loudly." She shot an accusing gaze at her brother who tossed his head around, considering his answer with a playful smile.

"Guilty." He confessed, his eyes going back to (Y/n) who felt quite singled out. The other boy clicked his tongue.

"Talking dirty to a girl as soon as you meet her isn't going to get her in your bed." He corrected.

"It isn't?" Ezio shot back, "Oh please, master seducer Arno, share your knowledgable ways with me?"

"Alright, we're leaving." Aveline rolled her eyes, amusement playing on her lips as Claudia followed her and she took (Y/n) by the arm to lead her away as well, "We don't want any part of your guy talk."

"Is your brother always like that?" (Y/n) asked Claudia.

"Yes." Was her blunt reply, "But don't misinterpret him; he respects women a lot even though he sleeps with all the pretty ones he sees. When my ex cheated on me, he broke his nose and when his ex got a new boyfriend, he made sure that he'd be good to her with a heavy threat."

"That's. . . violent but also incredibly sweet?" (Y/n) laughed while she glanced over her shoulder to where Arno and Ezio were having an in-depth discussion about the best way to seduce a woman. She rolled her eyes before following Aveline back downstairs, hoping that she wasn't still the topic of their conversation.

She decided that she wanted to explore the school building.

[budugaapologist]

hear me out

in light of rumors about the next ac game being vikings, i was thinking back to the viking sage i made last year. and im still gay! so i still want a butch juno fucker to play as! and i know ubisoft has like a 95% chance of not doing any of this, but hey a dyke can hope!

so, crossdressing butch female playable protagonist thats more of an anti hero (like edward was) thats beefy not skinny like kassandra, evie, aveline, shao, aya, elise, mary, anne, lydia, etc, thatd be nice if she was closer to xenia. and if youre like "but most women become more lean and skinny when they become muscular!" FUCK YOU! people have different body shapes! not every fucking woman becomes skinnier when they work out! maybe this protagonist likes food!! your hollywood 'muscle' can kiss rin nakai, donna moore, and jill mills' asses!!

now while this body shape may not be "flexible", i dont really recall any of the assassins doing extreme gymnastic shit (even then, katelyn ohashi, bitch), just climbing and jumping off stuff, and if you think that its "unrealsitic" to be doing parkour when you arent lean muscled (which is stupid because exhibit jacob/adéwalé/bayek) i think its unrealistic for ezio to be parkouring in revelations AND that its unrealistic to survive any of the jumps in ac, but no, youre right, fantasy should cut off at women having diverse body shapes.

i also think if she is a sage, she would want to cover her identity, like wearing an eyepatch over the gold eye, since as edward pointed out, its the eyes that mark the sage.

maybe she doesnt have long hair like basically all the other female characters?? she could have an undercut and tiny braids like mary had, and, if she is pretending to be male, she can have hair like these:

ALSO if we're having a viking game next, why not try giving her some tattoos like these:

i think its unfair the playable ladies of ac dont have any tatts to speak of (select outfits for kassandra do not count obviously since they arent permanent like edward, bayek, adé, and jacob), shout out to mary and rhona though

granted ive wanted a character like this for a long ass time, so i have put in a lot more thought than ubisoft in designing this kind of character, but i think its time we had a female character that didnt fall under the same shit the female overwatch characters fall under. i think its time we had a female character that is different looking!! goddammit!!

[asteraegis]

that evandra fic lmao

So it’s set in a sort of “kingdom au”, which is basically the same rules of modern day where everyone is alive but it’s a fantasy medieval period. It isn’t as smutty as my edawale and fryeway fics because evie has class unlike edward but there is sex in it eventually. 3604 words 

Tags are: wlw, mention of animal death, a fuckton of kissing, cunnilingus, metaphors like that one lesbian sea shanty in odyssey (it’s a dyke/hozier thing), evie crushing big motherfuckin time, kassandra being kassandra

The view outside my modest stained-glass window taunted me as I sat nearly consumed by my studies. Ink I swiped over while writing painted my right hand’s palm and little finger indigo, smudging my forehead as I tried to soothe a fierce headache.

I stood and opened the window, leaning out against its ledge, feeling the breeze play with my loose hair. The crisp air blowing in from the alpines and lush forest gave me a welcomed shiver, a nice change in comparison to the stuffy room I had been holed up in all morning.

“I have got to get out of here,” I muttered, stepping away from the sights and wiping my hands and face clean with a handkerchief.

Abandoning my satin sleepwear, I slipped into a cornflower blue linen gown, tugging the most comfortable sandals in my possession on and descending down stairs of marble, my small travel purse in hand. A walk would do me justice afore I went mad in these walls.

Coming toward the palace mess hall, I decided to grab myself a canteen and loaf of bread seasoned with rosemary, setting these items in my bag next to my leather back journal and dirk. As I left the room and began to make my way toward the doors, my brother that thinks himself to be a jester with the rights of a noble cut in my path.

“Well, well, well! What’s this? The kingdom’s recluse of a princess is leaving her chamber?” Jacob chaffed. “Did the books tell you to give them some space, Evie?”

I rolled my eyes. He really never would understand that with nobility comes more than swordfights and feasts.

“I just want to go for a stroll, Jacob,” I replied, ‘course my reply came out like a hiss as I pushed pass him.

“Like, out in the garden?”

“No, a bit farther, down by the stream.”

“Oooh, an adventure you’re set on! Hope your books can protect you from bears and wolves,” he sneered.

I swallowed as to keep my temper, knowing he just wanted to get a rouse out of me. Turning around with a forced smile, I said to him, “I have a dagger with me, Jacob. How about you see if Arno needs pestering, hm?”

“Hmph, if you’re that desperate to be alone, enjoy your stroll, sweet sister!”

Jacob left and as did I, at last escaping the palace’s walls. I exchanged brief ‘hellos’ with the other noblewomen, Aveline, Elise, and her majesty Amunet, who were having a spot of tea and gossip under a grand willow tree. I strode toward the ivy strangled gate, then went forth venturing down the old river-stone path. Small finches and doves made songs overhead while egrets scouted for salamanders in the bank’s reeds. Squirrels darted in front of me as I headed for my long-time favorite hideaway, a tiny spring hidden by willows, oaks, and looming boulders. I could hear the faint call of its humble waterfall, teasing my skin that longed to stand under the gentle flow. A scenic cove, just for me and plenty to sketch while I lay in a bed of clovers, or, better yet, I could wade in the calm waters naked and let nature shoo my stress away.

But alas my daydreaming was interrupted by a frantic young buck knocking into me as it dashed across the stream elsewhere. I glared at the deer from my spot on the ground, rising to my feet quickly when I laid my eyes on what he had been chased by. A lean, taupe-coated wolf stalked out of the shrubs toward me, seeming to decide I would make and easier meal than the deer. My hand whipped my dirk in front of me and I stood my ground, clutching the blade in my sweaty palms and doing my best not to appear afraid, my heart beating wildly. The wolf went to lunge and I stabbed my knife into its fur, missing a puncture on the animal as I found myself more focused on avoiding its claws. The beast came at me again, pouncing on top of me. I held it back away from my face with my forearms, its teeth biting inches from my nose. The wolf had swatted my measly blade out of my hand from its last attack and from this angle I was beginning to wonder if maybe I should have spent more time sparring with Jacob rather than cooped up at my desk or in the library.

Just as things began to appear bleak, the wolf yelped and fell over, staggering to its feet with a fresh arrow lodged in its neck. Another arrow pierced its chest, giving me time to grab my dirk and finish the mad dog off, panting while my eyes scanned the vicinity for who had helped me.

A tall, muscular woman with scarred olive skin appeared from the bushes, adorned with garments crafted from animal hide I’m sure she fashioned herself. She replaced her bow back behind her, drawing near me with an out stretched hand.

“Are you all right, milady?” she asked, standing over me.

I took her hand and she pulled me effortlessly upright. “I’m, uh, I’m fine, thank you,” I stammered out, taking a step back from her as I felt my cheeks flush from admiration, thankfulness, and her closeness.

“That’s good to hear. Judging by your gold circlet and dress’ dye, you’re one of the princesses from the palace over yonder, no?” she inquired as she picked my satchel from the ground.

“Yes, I was bored and wanted to visit the spring a little north of here,” I said, taking the purse and setting my blade away.

“Might I accompany you, then? To ensure your safety, your highness?”

My heart fluttered at the mere thought of spending time with this heaven-sent Amazonian-esque woman. “Yes! Yes, of course! Oh, and please, ‘your highness’ is sweet, but just call me Evie.”

She smiled warmly, her honey eyes ensnaring my gaze. “Thank you, miss Evie. My name is Kassandra, should you be curious to know.”

“Then many thanks to you, Kassandra.”

We got to the spring in no time. Really, I would have likely been fine alone, but it was nice sharing the path with her while she explained that she was a mercenary, paid by a tanner to collect fox pelts. She was searching this area for the little vulpine creatures when she heard the wolf growling. At the hideaway, the ethereal beauty felt even more fantastical with Kassandra’s presence. She stared in awe of the surrounding area while I shamelessly watched her skin become dotted by the mist’s droplets coming from the falls.

She turned to me with that same charming smile but with childlike wonder in her gaze. “I’m sorry, your high—Evie, do you mind if I stay with you for a bit longer? Please, this place is one of the loveliest views I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, not at all, Kassandra, I wouldn’t mind your presence. In fact, I have a rosemary loaf, should you be hungry and want to split it with me. It’s the least I can offer for your saving of my life,” I told her, doing my best not to appear desperate for her to stay.

“Really, Evie?” she was beaming from my answer. “I would love to share a meal with you!”

I couldn’t help but grin the entire time we ate together, her telling me that she came from the naval kingdom to the west and answering all the questions I asked about sea travel between bites.

“I’d love to go sailing someday,” I sighed finishing my half as she swallowed hers.

“Well, should your kingdom’s queen allow it, I would gladly petition to take you out,” she said, then hastily continuing with, “um, sailing, take you out sailing.”

It’s a wonder a woman could have such stunning charm, vast natural knowledge, and a kindhearted soul and still appear human by slipping up on her words. I leaned against the oak behind where we sat, giggling at her embarrassed expression. “I’m sure lady Amunet wouldn’t mind.”

Kassandra seemed glad to hear that, standing and facing the spring. “Um, would it be too awkward if I soaked in the water, miss Evie?”

Of course, I wouldn’t mind you being naked, I thought, Who would? “No, it’s fine if you do, Kassandra, please, go right on ahead.”

She thanked me, though it’s not like I own the spring and can dictate who is allowed to use it. I took my journal out of my bag to sketch the dragonflies dancing across lily pads and the rippling surface, but mainly to give Kassandra some privacy while she disrobed. Half way through drawing the body of the insect, my eyes wandered away from the paper and in her direction. She flipped her fur shawl off and unclasped her undershirt, revealing her back. Her skin was visibly sweaty, she must have been exploring for a while before coming across me. Next, she stepped out of her boots and pants, laying her clothes on a stone by the spring. Kassandra waded slowly into the water, moving her arms out to feel the cool, clear liquid swirl around her fingers. I couldn’t look away despite wanting to give her space, after all I had just met her. I found myself flipping to a blank page and sketch her figure as she wiped her hands over her body. I knew it was wrong to draw her nude without her consent, but I wanted to keep her image forever in my mind when I inevitably had to return to the palace and my dusty books. She unbraided her hair and dipped her head under the water. She flung her head back, her hair slinging sprinkles of beads across the surface.

I felt my cheeks warm. It was like watching a nymph play in a river, and I felt her aura pulling me toward her. I set the journal away and took off my sandals, Kassandra turning when she heard me rustling, the sunlight glistening off her wet chest and drenched locks. I gave a friendly smile to make myself feel less of a creep. “I think I might join you, Kassandra, it is terribly humid out and the spring is taunting me.”

It’s true I was being taunted, but it wasn’t by the spring. No, this woman’s body was like a siren’s call, awakening lust with its silent song only your soul could hear.

“It does feel quite refreshing, Evie.”

I lifted my gown up and over my shoulders, pulling down my panties and folding them next to my shoes and purse. Kassandra moved to help me into the spring so I wouldn’t slip, though her standing so near with my hand in hers made me feel light headed, her image clouding my mind. Her chivalry is nice and all, but this might get dangerous if she keeps it up.

The water embraced me, though I ached for the hand I was holding to clutch me instead. My thoughts flooded my common sense as I developed a dazed look in my eyes, staring down her wet frame. To rest my head against her neck, to feel her lips trail down my bosom, to press myself against her, to become one in this secret place. It was immoral of me to think of this as I had been betrothed to another who I loved, but he could never compare to her grace. She just held herself with an air of confidence, like she’s had eras of practice with women of all backgrounds, like she was a mythical creature that comes out whenever a woman heaves a melancholy sigh. I wish a gorgon would come and petrify us in this state so I could stand locked in Kassandra’s eyes with her for the next century. Better yet, to be a stone Kassandra carves so I could feel her press into my body day in day out and smooth me over and over until she’s done with me and I can stare at her without her notice.

“Uh, milady Evie, your hand.”

Her voice startled me and I flicked my eyes down, realizing I was still holding onto her. I released, blushing and staring into the water away from her. “Oh, oh my, I’m sorry about that.”

God, I’m such a dunce sometimes.

She chuckled. “It’s quite all right, dear, I don’t mind you staring.”

My eyes widened. She knows I’ve been staring at her this entire time, I thought, a hot feeling settling in my arms. Of course, she knows, I hadn’t managed to keep my eyes off her for long since she saved me. I’m such a harlot, I haven’t known her for longer than an hour, what am I doing?

“Kassandra, I’m sorry I’ve been lost on you for so long. I know I’m being rude, after everything you’ve done for me in this short time, I really shouldn’t be acting so stricken right now,” I was chagrinned, my desire for her drowning my senses.

She placed her palm to my shoulder, reaching around with her other hand to tilt my chin towards her, snagging my eyes in hers yet again. “Evie, I swear to you whatever you have been daydreaming about is nothing compared to what I yearn to do for you. You’re stunning, you’re intelligent, you’re sweet to me despite our class differences and short time being together, and you being ashamed of yourself for your mind makes you appear restrained. Let me help you release your tenseness; I promise to give you the attention you need.”

I was shocked, to say the least. That this, goddess, would want to treat me so. “Kassandra, I—”

She took both my wrists in her fingers and pulled me near. “Evie, I would build a shrine for you, I would sacrifice myself if it meant to stay with you forever in the afterlife, I want to worship you as the nobility you refuse to accept yourself as. Please, allow me to do this for you.”

This has to be a lucid dream, there is no way this woman is real, she can’t be serious right now, I thought. “Kassandra, you’re lying, you can’t actually want to—”

She leaned in and kissed me on my lips, holding me still for a moment before pulling back. “Did that feel like a lie, miss Evie?”

I’ll be honest, it didn’t. It felt like I had just passed away in my bed and cherubs were leading me to heaven. I closed my eyes for a moment then looked up at her. “Do that again. Everywhere.”

She shown a grateful smile and leaned into me again, our lips fitting together as she undid my hair and tossed my circlet to my things. Kassandra and I made out, our tongues touching at first on accident but then just because neither of us cared. We backed toward the small waterfall, it cascading down us as Kassandra ran her fingers through my hair. Losing a battle with my self-control, I found my arms wrapping around her neck and tugging her against me while I leaned against the wet stone. True, the shower and rocks were freezing, but her touch warmed me so, I could barely notice. She led me away, our lips not once parting, and laid me across a large horizontal stone that stuck out of the spring.

She pulled back for us to get proper breaths and Kassandra held my face in her left hand. “Evie, may I touch here?” she asked, gesturing toward my pelvis.

I nodded. “I did say everywhere.”

“Yes, of course, you’re right.” She lowered her face toward my neck, her breath tickling me. “Everywhere.”

She smelt like petrichor, so close to me, and I knew that today she’d ensure that, every time it rained, she would come to my memories. Her hands held my hips as she trailed her lips down my body like I had desired them to earlier. Kassandra licked at the water that clung to my breasts but didn’t stay fixated on them for too long like a man would, she knew exactly where she needed to be.

Her mouth continued down to my naval and then she spread my legs, a firm grip on both of my thighs. I moaned softly from her teasing kiss she left on my clitoris, her hot breath exciting me. Kassandra’s tongue started at the base of my vagina, coming slowly back up to where she had kissed. She circled it with the underside of her tongue, never lingering too long on one side. Her right thumb came down below her chin and rubbed my perineum, pushing down on it as she closed her lips around my clit. I felt my hips twitch; it had been so long since someone else did this for me. My hands reached down and clutched the back of her head, pulling her closer. I heard her chuckle, muffled against me. She knows that she has me now under the control of her mouth, flicking her tongue up and down like she was flipping a switch.

I felt a sense of hiraeth at her mercy. She had me biting my bottom lip, she could easily make me come quickly but she wanted to make sure she made this feeling last as long as possible. Never has anyone ate me slowly to savor their meal, it’s usually because they’re unsure what to do. I tangled my fingers in her chestnut hair, tilting my head back to moan, her sucking making me gasp.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered under my breath and she decided it was time to finish me off.

I gasped, my pelvis tingling, my finger tips feeling like they had been burnt, they felt numb but not in a painful way. My toes curled, my clitoris trembling as she kept licking at me, not letting it come up for air. Arching my back from the stone, I wrapped my legs around her shoulders like I had before with my arms. I released her from my thighs’ hold after I steadied my breath and she came to kiss me again, her body over mine. I swung my arms and legs over her, pulling Kassandra down against my skin. She set herself so her thigh would rub against me again, taking one of my hands down to feel her. Kassandra was wet too, from more than the spring, I could feel her pulsing in my palm. I rubbed her clitoris between my fingers, her moaning into my mouth and her hand that get her propped up over me nearly slipping. It made me happy to know I was making her feel as I did earlier. She kept my hand steady on her, guiding my fingers to tell them exactly what she wanted. She backed off from kissing me as she came from my hand, her voice sounding so delicate doused in pleasure. Kassandra pressed her body against mine and kissed me again, this time I could tell it was to make up for her mouth not being able to say “thank you” at the moment.

She stood slowly and I sat up on the stone. She laughed, pointing toward the buck from earlier standing at the spring’s edge, sniffing at us from afar. “It appears we have a peeping tom.”

I giggled, moving to my feet, feeling that Kassandra had stolen part of my heart. The cool water around my pelvis made me shiver again, just not because it was cold. We waded hand in hand back to our belongings, the deer running off from us approaching. Kassandra and I got dressed and she kissed the top of my head.

“Would you mind if I walked you back to the palace’s gate, my princess?” she cooed in my ear.

“Of course not,” I entwined my fingers in hers. “And if you stay in the area, I’ll see about having you knighted in this kingdom, too. You deserve it after proving your ‘worthiness’ today.”

She snorted from her laughter which made me laugh too, leaning against her as she led me back down the path. The poor wolf from earlier was being scavenged by an eagle, which chirped at Kassandra as we passed it. I moved off of her when we neared the queen’s demesne as to not appear to any onlookers that I had been having a little affair while my fiancé was away. Luckily for us, the only person that saw us was the visiting Auditore prince, and he has plenty of scandals of his own to deal with.

I hugged her goodbye, Kassandra assuring me that this wouldn’t be the last time I see her, especially after I pointed out which window was mine with a wink. She kept her eyes on me until I had entered the palace and from outside my window, I could see her petting the eagle. She waved goodbye and walked off into the forest she came from. That night as I laid with my face in my pillow, I thought of her and decided to flip through my rough sketches of her. In my bag I discovered she had left a glove in my bag alongside one of the bird’s speckled feathers. I held them close to my chest, knowing that this night’s memory would last a lifetime, if not longer, then set them next to me in my bed, dreaming of Kassandra and all the things she did for me.

[teecupangel]

So I remember a post that I think you had about the assassin ancestor reborn in the modern day as animals and I want to see the Frye twins reborn as rooks eivor as a raven Edward a jackdaw that teams up with his fluffy cat son and Desmond being a Disney princess

Here’s the “Desmond’s ancestors gets reborn into the future as animals” idea me and @saberamane had https://www.tumblr.com/teecupangel/719043682766077952/how-about-a-reverse-of-animal-desmond-in-the-past with Altaïr as the eagle, Ezio as the bear and Ratonhnhaké:ton as the wolf (that Desmond keeps telling people is a dog even when he knew that he was a wolf). The other ancestors: Aquilus as a dog who stayed on the Farm to help Desmond escape, Haytham as a pure white fluffy cat and Edward was either a fish or a jackdaw (so we’re picking Jackdaw for this).

Other than them, I suggested the following:

Shay as a crow because of Morrígan’s primary ‘forms’

Arno as a sea otter because he shares his birthday with Rosa the Sea Otter XD

Jacob and Evie I thought of as corgis as a reference to Desmond the Dog but making them rooks would be fun. Or maybe… to mess with them. Jacob gets turned into a corgi but Evie gets turned into a rook so we have Jacob complaining that it’s not fair that Evie is the rook when the Rooks is his thing! XD

Bayek as a ram as a reference to how Amun is usually symbolized by the ram-headed sphinx.

Aya as the kind of snake she got the venom she gave to Cleopatra.

Kassandra I was going for goat because Adrestia gave goat’s milk to Zeus when he was a baby and… also… it would be funny if she thought she was being punished for the whole eye on the goat’s awss incident XD

Eivor is a raven that looks exactly like the default skin of Sýnin.

Additional ideas!

Aveline could mean ‘little bird’ so maybe some sort of small bird like a humming bird?

Adéwalé as a panther or a lion, maybe?

Nikolai as a sable.

Arbaaz as a barasingha.

Shao Jun as a red panda? Or a Chinese mountain cat?

Basim as a persian squirrel that Eivor can just grab with her beak and fly away XD

If we want Desmond to be a Disney Princess before the end of AC3, we can have them start showing up when Desmond is already in Turin. They got in the Grand Temple and Shaun is freaking out because he knows this is all Desmond’s fault but he can’t find a way to confirm it!

[demigoddessqueens]

i love you, what did you say?

A/N - naturally, this is based off the original CR ask HERE

Bayek

Oh….do you care for him that way? If you do, don’t wander far from him

Altair

If you said something like this, he’ll do the “play it cool” routine but is a whole Mess™️ on the inside

Aya

If these are the times that she’s separated from Bayek, she finds comfort in this from you

Edward

It’s a sweet trait from you and said rugged pirate thinks it’s an endearingly cute dude to you

Jacob

A menace of a man 😆who makes a big spectacle out of it, telling the Rooks “oh they love me 😌”

Yusuf

Oh so you just say such a phrase so casually, even if he feels serious about you?

Evie

Got caught off guard and responds back casually too but she’s wondering if maybe there could be more

Ezio

A relentless flirt who teases you about it, going on saying “there may be a line, amore, but you’re always first for me”

Connor

Such a shy reaction because it comes across as something so genuine to him

Aveline

Knows what you meant by it and she calls you cherie back too, but yeah, she may want something more than friendship

Alexios

404.exe mercenary has stopped working and is left pondering over this for a good while

Arno

ok be nice to him 😅 he’s suffered enough

But if you offhandedly said it, there’s a part of him that deeply, truly wants you both to be together

Desmond

He probably teases you a bit about it but thinks it’s cute someone cares about him some way

Eivor

Deep look into your eyes, asks if you really mean that

Kassandra

She has not felt such a way since Daphanae, or maybe Eivor, in her many lifetimes so you saying such a phrase gives her a sliver of hope

[evita-shelby]

They didn't know we were seeds

Chapter 9

A/N: Aveline Young belongs to @justrainandcoffee

Cw: injury, mentions of nightmares and mentjons of sex

Taglist: @justrainandcoffee @emotionalcadaver @peakyswritings @call-sign-shark

“Ever left the district, Nelson?” Lyme keeps a steady pace south, past the ruins of the city that once connected them to 10 and into the woods behind the fence. This fence is high, near a thicket of trees that hardly cover it but, unlike the one up north, is not charged.

He’s come close to the fence up north, ventured past it enough times to keep his mouth shut about it. He knows he can trust Lyme, but Jack doesn’t tell he’s made use of the broken part that doesn’t charge up near a pine tree.

Besides she hasn’t been clear about this camping trip, all she said is that they’ll meet up with a friend of theirs at their destination. Now that they’re here, he knows she means Eva.

“Why are we going there?” he needs to know what the fuck is this for.

“After the two of you came out of the attic covered in dust, I thought I would show you this place. I needed to know Eva would appreciate such a visit and she demanded I bring you next time.” Lyme’s never lied to him before, but he knows she’s not telling him everything.

There was something else, something Eva was privy to. Eva would likely tell him; she hardly keeps any secrets from him in their strange whatever this is.

He really likes her, their stolen moments together were great, but they’ll only see each other half a month every year.

But he didn’t know about the trail before and that now changes things.

Jack wouldn’t mind seeing her often, preferably without Lyme. Maybe they could see where it goes instead of staking everything on how long the games last and that one of their tributes wins.

It would also be nice to pretend the world doesn’t exist for a moment, his times at his cabin are longer working. For fuck’s sake he printed out a photo of her at a lingerie shoot last July and kept it for lonely nights instead of seeking out the bartender that sort of looks like her if you’ve been drinking.

He’s still debating whether this was a good idea when he eats shit trying to walk over what used to be a road. It’s not enough to injure him, just leave his knee and shin hurting like a bitch as they walk to the farm he sees in the distance.

The fields are empty, the animals pay no attention to them, and the house sits on a small hill looking like something out of a dream.

It was plain white wood with a stone chimney and a porch wrapped around it, all surrounded by carefully marked gardens and flowerbeds marked by a simple dirt path outlined with pale stones.

Jack can’t help but smile when he sees her waiting for him. He doesn’t even mind the fact that he’s been limping for the past mile or so.

“Gonna have to stay the weekend, I wager.” He says even though he knows the aloe vera she’s wrapped around his lower leg to reduce the pain by morning.

Jack can’t help but think of ways to stay here longer without Lyme stuck here with them. Having Eva so near him was already making him wish they were alone.

“I wasn’t planning on staying here with you two lovebirds. Have some friends I’ll be staying with back home to give you an alibi.” The blonde admits as she helped herself to the lunch Eva had prepared just for them.

She’d dressed up, tried to make it look like she hadn’t, but the thought that she’d put an effort for him was rather sweet. She’d even remembered foods he had liked.

If he’d known he was coming here, he would’ve brought her something or at least packed some condoms. Jack supposed he could fix that next time he comes here, without Lyme preferably.

“My workers don’t work on weekends, and they come late on Monday since I wanted to be sure no one knows about this.” Eva supplies with a bit of embarrassment at Lyme’s words. “As far as everyone knows, I like coming here to get away from my auntie.”

The young man never gets around to asking Evie what she and Lyme are hiding from. Not that it matters, even without sex, he’s never had a Friday night he’s enjoyed like this these past six years.

“If I’d known I’d be seeing you this weekend, I would’ve brought you something. My mama raised me never to arrive empty-handed, especially with a hostess as lovely as you.” He is so different from the young man he is at the Capitol, she supposed she too was different from who she was over there.

He's hairy, his strange red beard coming in nicely and making a sharp contrast with his darker body hair. She’s never seen him like that, the Capitol hates body hair so much they suggested laser hair removal for his chest. He wears earrings, small ones because he thinks they were cool and little Gina refused to wear any unless he did.

Jack’s free with his words and doesn’t hide who he is, likes watching her as she goes about her day. He’s not as hurt as they’d thought he’d be, he’ll be back on his feet by tomorrow morning even if the bruising will take its time leaving.

“Maybe next time.” It’s evening, and after the aloe vera has dried up and become uncomfortable to wear, Eva helps him up to her bathroom upstairs.

He teases her, asks her to join him in the shower saying he wants to properly thank her for her hospitality.

The last person she’s been with has been him and while her line of work has made her immune to nudity and find no real pleasure in sex, the mere sight of watching him undress has her jumping his bones in her shower.

They have so much fun in just these couple of hours together, both forget this was all illegal.

“Wish I didn’t have to leave on Monday.” He admits when they wake up together in her simple bed on Sunday and the morning sun bringing out the contrast of the brown ring at the center of his eyes. Heterochromia, he'd called it, another thing the Capitol doesn’t like.

Laurie had been the one genetically engineered to be perfect, Jack was the one who came as nature wanted. And the Capitol hated what they couldn’t bend to their will.

But Eva doesn’t give a shit about what the Capitol like, she really likes Jack how he is with all these so-called imperfections that make him wonderful to her.

If Eva didn’t know any better, she’d think she’d fallen in love with him. Feels strange, to have fallen for him in the span of a handful of days scattered about maybe five months.

“You could always come visit; Lyme usually passes here once a month to see Aveline at 11. Shelby is a fan of impossible romances it seems.” Eva doesn’t mean to call them a romance, but the word slips either way.

“Beats having to wait a year come to think of it. Your birthday is in two weeks isn’t it?” he smiles softly as he pushed away her fringe from her face.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” the dark-haired girl wonders what he could be thinking.

“I owe you a gift for the hospitality.”

And she waits for him on the night of her 24th birthday in her best dress and thanks her lucky stars that Clemens never fails to send her birth control pills and that the weather was better than last year.

Jack brings a small radio older than they are that lets them hear the music from his district as they dance in her house as his gift, Eva bakes her favorite cake and buys a tiny bottle of white tequila for two.

He sings terribly, he likes this song. A romantic ballad his mom sang to him as a lullaby as a kid that he hummed to himself when he was in his games when the others weren’t paying attention.

The words come unbidden as she buries her face into his chest laughing from all the fun she has with him here, “I love you.”

Jack stumbles over the chorus he knows so well before growing still and then pretending it nothing changed. He doesn’t say it back, his body language telling her it was too soon, but he doesn’t leave, and both act as if she never said it.

That night Eva dreams she’s back in the arena only this time its not Laurie she kills, its Jack.

“I get them too.” Jack comforts her as if he’d seen what she saw. He holds her tightly as he soothes her unaware that she’s doomed them by joining the rebels.

Its spring when people begin to notice the change in him. Its summer when his mother finally asks him about it.

“You’re in love, aren’t you?” his mother asks when she notices how happy he is with his next gift for Eva.

He hadn’t meant to, but when he saw the puppy left last time he was in town Jack couldn’t help himself.

He likes dogs, she does too but keeps no pets because her cousin Ignacio is allergic and he lives with them in the Victor’s Village.

They could keep her at the farm, he’ll come visit them and they can continue to play house there as they’ve done since Lyme brought him there.

Eva had said the words first, when they were dancing in her kitchen to some old song he liked om her birthday. He hadn’t said it back, truth was, Jack wasn’t sure what he felt for her then.

Now that he’s thinking of ways to take the pup to her, he realizes that maybe he does love her too.

Who would’ve thought he’d fall in love with her?

“Yeah, I think so.”

“She lives in the south, this girl of yours. No wonder you never miss your hikes with Lyme.” his mom goes on with her assumption if this mystery girl and he doesn’t correct her.

As far as people know in Eva’s district, she is having an affair with a married man because he forgot his flannel there and her aunt was told they’d seen a man leave through the backdoor. He is Jacob the Carpenter who lives some farms away.

This was pretty tame in comparison.

Jack keeps it vague and hopes his mother forgives him one day.

Atia Nelson believes he is dating an apothecary’s apprentice named Evie in the outlying village down south who lives in a farm with her aunt and is painfully shy.

“I hope you’ll let me meet her one day.” She continues and he tries to hide his grimace remembering that Eva killed Laurie and lives in a different district.

His mother is open minded and progressive, but would she accept as a daughter-in-law the girl who killed her son?

Maybe one day, he thinks.

When he and Lyme meet up in their trail, he broaches the subject.

Lyme’s dad was still alive, knew she liked women and gave her the hunting knife she could be killed for if their district peacekeepers knew. He was once an officer, gotten discharged due to an injury in District 11 and hated the Capitol enough to teach his adopted daughter how to get in and out of the district undetected.

A great man, in short.

“Do you think we can trust my mom?” he asks as he leads the overeager pup walk in front of them for a short while.

“I don’t know yet. Even my dad doesn’t know where Aveline lives.” Not because he would betray them, but because these secrets get you killed or worse, turned into an Avox.

He couldn’t do that to his family, especially six-year-old Gina and his grandparents. Besides his mother worked inside the mountain, and one false move could have them all killed to protect Panem.

But when June rolls around and he comes back right before the Capitol decides to shoot some special about previous victors before the Games begin, his mother recognizes the puppy –now a half-grown dog— sitting at Eva’s feet in her home at the Victors’ Village.

“So this is your girlfriend, this wonderful Evie you love so much, the bitch who killed your brother?”

Jack has never seen his mother so angry and disappointed in him.

[creednight]

No Place Like Home

Chapter 8. Chapter 7 here!

Wow, it’s been a long time since my last update. Thanks for your patience! This is definitely a bit of a filler, but it took an unexpected turn in terms of characters the reader gets to meet. Some fluffy moments all around in this one and possible foreshadowing? 

I was too lazy for google translate so certain things said in French and Italian are in italics. I’ll probs fix it up later.

Talking with Evie had calmed you more than you thought it would. But it’s been two days since Connor has left and you can’t stop worrying about him and Aveline. With spring break right around the corner, you also can’t help but wonder what you’ll be doing during that time. Is this house going to be full? You’re not sure.

Training with Arno has been torture, both for your senses and your muscles. He’s just so much to take in while sweaty and hot. You can see your body changing as you workout more and more. Curves are starting to appear and while you enjoy looking at yourself in the mirror, you’re not enjoying the kind of attention it brings as you walk home from class.

Laying in bed, you stare at the ceiling and sigh. You’ve finished all your projects and exams a week early and you have the day off, how could this get any better? If Connor was here.

You tilt your head and look at the picture of the two of you in your first week of classes. Back when you guys were new to being friends and you fit together like peas in a pod. He was always gone for days on end, you’re used to this. But after Arno’s fiasco, you feel yourself worry with each passing day...

Knock. Knock.

You glare at the door before slipping out of bed with your comforter around your shoulders. Pulling open the door, your frown turns into a smile as Evie leans against the frame with a soft grin on her face. She eyes your bedhead and blanket with a soft blush on her cheeks.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” she speaks in a low tone. “No, I was up,” you yawn. “What’s up?”

“Aya, Claudia and I are going to go get breakfast at a cafe in town. Would you like to join us?”

You contemplate it. Aya is Bayek’s wife, you haven’t met her, but she was here when Arno was all bloodied up. Claudia is a name you haven’t heard before, so the only person you know is Evie. That’s comforting enough for you.

“Sure.”

Evie pulls her SUV into the parking lot of the Cafe Theatre near the lakefront. The last time you were here was before your freshman year when you were touring the campus. Your parents wanted to stop here to eat. You don’t remember if the food was good, but you remember your mother being enraptured with the live band performing. You smooth your sundress as you take in the Cafe.

The building itself is huge and made with an old French design that matches the theme of the cafe. The aroma of coffee and baked goods assaults your nostrils as the two of you step inside. Your eyes scan the white floors with black diamond tiles. The wooden railings leading down to the main seating area and the red carpets trailing to the front counter and the back door to the back seating area.

There’s a buzz of conversation below the hum of a live guitarist on the stage to the right of the entrance. You hum along to the nameless tune as Evie leads you through the array of employees bringing food out to people to the back door. Through the french doors she guides you to a corner table near the edge of the lake.

You love spring in this town. The plant life is coming alive and offering gentle smells for you to take in. Boats are just starting to take to the lake, you can hear some music coming from them as families float by. The wind breezes by, you inhale and exhale along with it, finding peace in the moment.

“Claudia, Aya meet (Y/N),” Evie greets two women at the table.

You turn and grin at them. “Hello.”

“It is good to meet you,” Aya stands up. Her eyes are sharp, but bright as she takes your hand and introduces herself. She is beautiful and you’re taken aback by her sun kissed skin and long beautiful hair.

“Yes, it is!” Claudia takes your hand from Aya’s and pulls you a bit closer. Her light brown eyes sparkle in the sunlight, her dress is white with red rose petals sprinkled all over. Her dark hair has been put back into a braid, she looks stunning in the light. But also familiar.

“Have we-”

“No, Ezio is my big brother,” she interrupts with a laugh. “We don’t look that much alike, but Auditore’s are easy to spot.”

“Oh, I’m sorry you have to deal with him being your brother,” you laugh and try to look somber.

Claudia snorts. “Thank you, it truly is a struggle.”

The four of you settle in and get drinks and food ordered. Conversation seems to come to you quickly as you converse with Claudia in Italian. She’s impressed, and even challenges you a bit with some slang. She and Aya go back and forth, making you laugh and forget your worries for now.

As your food is delivered, you lose yourself in the fluffy pancakes, savory meat and delicious orange juice. Evie downs her coffee while Aya and Claudia sip at their tea.

“Is the food good?” a sultry voice asks in French behind you.

You freeze with a forkful of pancake in the air and turn to see Arno eyeing you with a lazy smirk. With a groan you ignore him and take a bite of your food and ask Claudia questions about Italy in her native tongue. She giggles at your reaction and responds while Arno pouts and walks around the table to stand in your view.

“C’mon, Cherie,” he grins at you. “You can’t be rude to the owner of the place, can you?”

Your jaw goes slack and you glance at Evie who nods in confirmation. “I thought you knew?”

“Nope, but then again this place reeks of overconfidence and pompous jerk, so that could have given it away,” you take a swig of juice.

Arno lets out a bark of laughter, clutching his chest. “You wound me, Cherie. Can we not be friends?”

“I’ll think about it,” you wink at him.

He rolls his eyes and pulls up a chair. “So what is the occasion, ladies? Girls day?”

“Cheering up, (Y/N),” Evie runs a hand along your bare shoulders. It sends a shiver down your spine to feel her warm touch. “Ratonhnhaketon is gone and she’s been worried.”

You try to hide your blush behind your juice as Aya and Claudia nod in agreement. “I’ve not been that bad.”

“You worry for all of us,” Arno comments, his eyes turn gentle and you suddenly remember the feel of his hands along your thighs. “It’s sweet of you.”

Shrugging a shoulder you turn the conversation to Arno and how he became the owner of the Cafe Theater. The conversation goes from there and once your meal is finished Arno waves off the check and escorts the four of you out. Once at the door, he takes your hand and brushes his lips over your knuckles and winks at you.

“See you soon for training.”

Claudia whistles as you roll your eyes and saunter away after Evie. She catches up to you, “I guess he really likes you.”

You stop in your tracks and tilt your head back towards the entrance to see Arno conversing with a waiter. His smile is genuine as they share a laugh at whatever was said. You look back at Claudia and shrug. “Maybe so.”

Breakfast turned into lunch and then dinner. Aya has so many amazing stories of her time in Egypt with Bayek and you hang on every detail. Claudia details her childhood with Ezio and her other brothers, Federico and Petruccio. Evie joins in with escapades of her own and you find yourself grinning from ear to ear hearing their different backgrounds and yet similar situations.

The night comes to an end with the four of you cuddling up on the couch watching an action movie. The three of them scoff at some of the fight scenes and the way the spies ‘sneak’ around to get info. You question them, but they just brush it off and continue watching.

When Arno returns home, he settles in and watches the movie as well. Ezio and Jacob do the same when they come home. By then, it’s a comedy that has the entire living room bursting with laughter and giggles. You barely notice the way everyone in the room watches your face contort into a grin, and listen to your giggles with smiles of their own.

“Thanks for getting me out of my room today, Evie,” you say while gathering bowls and cups from the coffee table to bring to the kitchen.

The british woman tosses some folded blankets back onto the couch before grabbing some garbage from the floor to help you clean up. She grins at you, tapping your hips with hers as she empties the stuff into the garbage. “You’re welcome, (Y/N).”

Leaving the dishes in the sink, you beam at her. “I really do just worry about you guys. You don’t tell me what really is happening, and I get it, I just want you all to be safe.”

She regards you with a raised eyebrow and a grin. “Arno was right, you really are a sweetheart.”

“He-he didn’t say it like that,” you blush under gaze.

“Don’t ever stop being sweet,” she places her hand on yours, her blue eyes drawing you in as she hovers over you.

“(Y/N)!” Claudia calls from the door.

You jump away from Evie, spluttering some random words before heading to the Italian girl with rosy cheeks. “Y-yes?”

“I must go, but I hope to see you again soon,” she wraps you up in a hug as Ezio waits at the door. He grins at you.

“It makes me happy that you’re getting along with my family,” he wiggles a brow. You and Claudia roll your eyes. “Maybe getting a long too well, yes?”

“There’s no such thing, Brother,” Claudia kisses your cheek before disappearing out the door with Ezio in tow.

You head back to the kitchen to find it empty save for a figure at the sink. The clinking of plates fills the air as you regard Altair with silent curiosity. The last time you talked you took a jab from him about not trusting Connor. Though it was reasonable, you can’t help but wonder if he even likes you or wants you in this house. He had stated that you were good for the household, but that was stating a fact. Was it something he actually believed?

You take in a silent breath and clear your throat. “I didn’t know you were home. You could have joined us.”

“I was filing paperwork,” he pauses and turns to you. His gold eyes in the soft lighting of the kitchen takes your breath away. His grin is gentle, you feel your heart warm as he gazes at you. “But thank you, (Y/N).”

Shivers roll down your spine at the way your name rolls of his tongue. “You’re welcome, Altair. Thanks for the doing the dishes.”

“Of course,” he waves you off. “Get some rest. Ratonhnhaketon will be back before you know it.”

You roll your eyes and groan. “It’s not just him I worry about!”

“We know,” he chuckles, there’s a twinkle in his eye as he tilts his head at you.

Did he-? Did he just joke with you?

You giggle at him, making his face falter in confusion before he turns away to hide his own smile. You shake your head and make your way to the stairs, “Goodnight, Altair.”

“Sleep well, (Y/N).”

[storytimefromthecreed]

Assassins As Roommates: Tall Tales

The smell of buttery, salted popcorn wafted throughout the home. It covered the smell of new paint, dust, and cardboard; and for that they were thankful. After a few long and stressful days of moving their whole apartment into a new home, they all gathered in the looking room to stare at one another as the cable hadn't been up in yet and no one knew how to reconnect the TV.

It was during this time when they were too exhausted to get into too deep of conversation that they began to talk about conspiracy theories and unsolved mysteries.

"I just never understood how people disappear in the Bermuda Triangle." Jacob voiced, "I'm no sailor, but I can't imagine just disappearing off the face of the earth so close to our land."

"The sea is mysterious, mate." Edward said. "I lived on the seas, and even I wouldn't go there. They say you get transported into another realm with no possibility to return home."

"Like....aliens?" Jacob asked, amused.

"Men of the sea are superstitious for a reason. It would do you good to heed their warnings." Connor said in his grandfather's aid, and ignored Jacob's obvious sarcasm.

"I've sailed past the beginning of the Triangle, and the sea there was covered in dense fog and impossible to see through. We just went around." Shay added.

"So it was a foggy day? No big deal!" Jacob said.

"It was only foggy right at the longitude where it began. The rest of the sea was as bright and blue as ever."

"Shay," Arno spoke, "maybe it was just a rolling fog that your ship past by? If you were sailing faster than the fog could roll out, then it makes sense that it seemed like only one area was affected."

"I know what I saw." Shay said with absolution, hinting the end of the discussion on his part. "Things I don't understand are human mysteries, like that murderer in London. How did not one person see him?" This was an obvious jab at Jacob which Shay made more apparent with his smirk.

"I've always wondered about that too." Connor added, sharing the look with Shay before looking to Jacob.

"Jack the Ripper?" Jacob's voiced hitched an octave higher in disbelief.

"Yeah. He was just a man and yet no one could catch him and to this day no one knows his real identity." Connor said. Evie, at the mention of the name, popped her head around the corner before deciding to join them. She was followed by Elise and Aveline carrying two bowls of popcorn.

"He was a vicious murderer. We were too busy saving people to unmask him." Evie sat on the couch beside her brother and handed Connor the bowl. He took a handful and munched on the popcorn while she spoke.

"I mean, how hard could be to set a trap and tackle the guy when you saw him? I'd imagine it would be difficult, but that's what I would do." Elise said.

"He literally slipped from our grasp and we were trying to get out alive more than wonder who he was!"

"Jacob, you're telling me you were face to face with him?" Elise squinted her eyes and looked him up and down. "Suuuurreee."

"I was! I almost died!"

Evie nodded.

"All I'm saying is that I would've taken him with me."

"And look how good that turned out for you." Shay said and the room laughed. Elise rolled her eyes, a playful smile on her lips, and she munched on her snack.

"I still think it's crazy that one person made such mess and managed to disappear. We literally don't know anything about him. Or if it was even a him!" Connor was bewildered at the thought.

"Hey, America has a lot a similar stories! You guys have all sorts of weird stories and people disappearing. Don't look at London."

"America is built on the ancient graves of Natives, they deserve all the bad luck they get." Connor started and ate another handful and handed the bowl to Shay.

"I still don't believe it."

"Edward!" They all groaned.

"What! No one knows if the same person did all this or if it was a group." The pirate tried explaining himself but Evie was already after him.

"How do you explain it then? Mass hysteria?"

"Maybe." Edward thought. "Or maybe there was no Ripper and this was just a string of murders that seemed to fit together so people assumed it was one person." They all groaned in disbelief again, Connor even apologized for his grandpa. "What! I'm just saying, no one but his victims even got face to face with him. How do we really know?"

"You're telling me an ACTUAL human being was just a figment of imagination made by the masses to explain a weird story?" Evie asked in disbelief. "Next you'll tell me that Black Beard was normal man who just happened to sail?"

"Of course not! Black Beard was a real person that was weird as hell." Edward continued, impervious to her sarcasm. They groaned again. "He lit his beard on fire to look like a demon! He was cool and all, but come on! Do you know how much time that took!?"

"He had style, I'll give him that." Aveline said, "But if you're looking for a real mystery man, look at the Zodiac Killer." A mumble of agreement circled the group. "Did you know that two cops may have had a conversation with him? But they thought they were looking for someone else and let him go?"

"No way." Shay said, "What happened?"

"Someone called in a murder of this cab driver and a couple witnesses called in his actual description so the cops were in the area looking for him. But SOMEHOW" she emphasized, "the description was given as a black male and that's who they were looking for when they ran into him."

"Wooooooow!"Shay shook his head in disbelief.

"Americans." Evie groaned and rubbed her eyes. Jacob and Connor were laughing.

"Could you imagine being those cops? Letting the nation's most wanted man at the time go?" Connor chuckled, wiping his eyes. "Priceless."

"What about that Axeman New Orleans had?" Elise voiced.

Everyone looked at Aveline, and she simply threw up her hands and said, "I had nothing to do that with. That whole thing was a mess."

"How come you haven't found the Loch Ness Monster?" Jacob interjected. He was pointing to Shay.

Shay seemed confused. "Jacob..that....that isn't the same thing."

"We're talking about mysteries here, aren't we,mate?"

Shay rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Next well be taking about aliens and if ghosts are real."

"They are!" Both Edward and Jacob said.

"You two drink too much." Elise sided with Shay.

"Pirates are naturally very superstitious." Connor explained again and added, "but some of what they see isn't just rum. My people believe in spiritual things too."

"I don't think demons count as spirits, do they?" Aveline asked Evie, who shrugged. "Biblically, spirits are human souls and humans can't be demons."

"I saw a demon once." Edward began, but Arno cut him off.

"Are you sure if wasn't Black Beard?"

This got a range of chuckles and laughter out of everyone except who Malik and Altaïr who had come to join the session.

"Please don't bring demons into my home." Malik gave them the "stern eye", a certain look he gave them when they were in trouble. It always made them feel kids, but it worked. They shut up and bit down their laughter. Malik gave them a disapproving stare before heading to the kitchen to make his nightly tea.

"He's superstitious. So, what are we talking about? Demons?" Altaïr stage whispered. The group now felt safe to talk with Altaïr being their defense against Malik, and continued their conversation.

[jacob-mydear]

I talked about outfits for Kassandra with my friend yesterday. We talked about the former playable female characters of course and Elise. We also wondered if there'd be a version of ex Ezio's outfit for her, which we found unlikely. BUT then I thought about Claudia's outfit for her initiation and now I'm super hype about the thought of running around in that outfit even though it probably won't happen

I think we can expect Legacy outfits for future AC games, and it does sound plausible that Kassandra would ‘inherit’ the outfits of previous games’ female Assassins. I’m expecting Aya, and maybe Shao Jun, Evie and Aveline, but Claudia’s Assassin outfit would be a nice surprise. 

When it comes to the Legacy outfits, Ubisoft can be a tad unpredictable. I did not expect Evie to get Elise de la Serre’s outfit, and I’m surprised Bayek didn’t get every other protagonist’s outfit (disappointed that Jacob and Arno’s Legacy outfits weren’t in Origins, but Aguilar de Nerha’s outfit was a happy surprise, and Bayek looks amazing wearing it).

Thanks for the Ask, Anon! 😃

[emzysimagines]

Being Altair’s Descendant Would Include II...

Part.I

Warnings - Angsty?

Request -  hi, I just found your blog recently & I'm obsessed 😍 one of my fave works of yours is "being Altair's descendant would include", and I was wondering: could you make a part 2 to that would include? Maybe it's more angsty, showing Ezio's, Altair, etc reactions to the reader going thru the bleeding effect, going thru the same stuff Desmond did, and having pretty much the same ending Desmond did in AC3.

A/N - I am really sorry, Anon if this is not like you wanted but, I really hope you like it, anyway.

Starting to get affected by being in the Animus too much time.

But, while Desmond full on blacks out from the visions he gets, you have just glimpses of what once was.

Lucy explaining that every subject had a different type of hallucinations.

So, while 16 saw visions happening when he was wide awake and Desmond blacking out while seeing them, you only catch glimpses.

Not being able to identify if the hallucinations are real or not.

Having weird thoughts about the visions you saw of Ezio talking to Juno in the temple.

Having mixed feelings about Juno’s words.

Desmond being overprotective of you.

Desmond forcing you to stay with the others while he eased the path for you.

Seeing visions like 16 while Desmond is being controlled by Minerva.

Blacking out just like he did.

The previous end of the First Civilization and conversations between the Ones Who Came Before being included in those visions.

Understanding why Minerva forced Desmond to kill Lucy when you were told she was a Templar.

The bleeding effect gradually getting worse.

Dealing with it better than Desmond.

Staying silent and being sarcastic being your coping method while Desmond’s is being angry.

Shaun understanding that you’re in pain by your sarcasm.

Having visions of Ezio and Altair whenever you close your eyes.

Having visions of them being told of you and Desmond.

The visions easing up your search.

Bill and the others not pushing you as hard as they push Desmond.

Bill looking out for you as if you were his daughter, not his niece.

Rebecca allowing you to help her with hacking into Abstergo.

Shaun taking your mind off of things by telling you theories about history and what was behind that certain door.

“She is a warrior, that one.”

Altair being proud of how you’ve been surviving and coping with everything.

Then, you start losing your mind.

You, basically stop needing the Animus to activate memories of your ancestors.

Being a walking Animus to yourself.

Seeing memories of your ancestors whenever you’re somewhere they once were or being in a situation they were put in or even touching something that belonged to them.

Seeing a part of Ezio’s message to Desmond, which he had not told you about, when you put on one of his blades.

“Maybe you would make all this suffering worth it. Now, listen..”

“Things are going to get hard for the both of you - you and (Y/N). You’re going to need her and try to keep her sane because, she’s unlike anyone like you. She unlocks everything with a gift that I predict she has already gained but, it comes with a price.. You need to follow her and stop leading her. She’s going to need you so, listen to her.”

Seeing a vision - one that both, Ezio and Altair, saw - of you hallucinating and talking to yourself and eventually, falling to your knees, hands gripping your head in pain as blood pours out of your nose.

Then, the vision evaporates into Altair, standing there with a solemn expression.

“Is that it for her? Even with her will, her wisdom and everything else.. It’s all just going to destroy her?”

Then, you see Ezio standing there.

“No! That can’t be! That can’t happen! Not her!”

Ezio throwing a tantrum, destroying the room he was in as he yells curse words, tears gathering in his eyes.

Ezio standing silently after he calms down, face in his hand.

“It’s all going to destroy her..”

Being determined not to let that happen to you.

Assigning yourself to some missions around the temple to keep yourself distracted.

Seeing a vision of Minerva and Juno fighting.

“It is not right!”

“Right?! And us being destroyed for their mistakes is right?!”

“We are to blame, too. Slavery is only going to make matters worse!”

“No, sister. They are not capable of making their own decisions. Order is the only answer.”

“They will do the right decision!”

Trying to tell the others about that vision.

“I don’t think we should trust that Juno gal.”

Calculating what could happen when you find the key that opens the gate.

Saying goodbye to the others in case the worst scenario happens before Desmond comes out of the Animus.

Standing, silently beside Shaun as he rambles stuff about history.

Chuckling to yourself at how content he looks, talking about nerd-stuff.

“Not that I’m not glad you’re laughing but, I don’t think enslaving natives is very cool enough to chuckle about..”

“It isn’t but, you are.”

Shaun being shocked at your complement.

“You are, Shaun and we are lucky to have you on our side. We wouldn’t have been here without you and you are the greatest person anyone can ever meet. And someday, if we survive this.. You are going to be the greatest discoverer in history - your name will be in all history books and some day your great grandchildren will be watching your life through an Animus.”

Kissing his cheek.

His flushing face.

Him, stuttering.

*gasp* Shaun Hastings stutters, everyone!

“What was that with Shaun? Finally realizing your underlying love for him?”

Shaking your head with a chuckle at Rebecca’s statement.

“Rebecca, have you ever thought of working for Microsoft?”

“I don’t think I have it in me.”

“Think, again because, they’d damn well be lucky to have you.”

Finding Bill just standing off to one side, thinking and staring at the floating bridge.

“I refuse to hear your words if your sudden affection is for the reason that I think it’s for.”

Smiling at him.

“I love you, Uncle. Thank you for everything.”

Hugging him, despite his protests.

Punching Desmond in the face as soon as he gets out of the Animus.

“That’s for lying..”

Him immediately, understanding and apologizing.

Trying to get Desmond to deny Juno’s offer.

“She’s going to enslave us all! She’s everything we’ve been running from, Desmond!”

“If I say yes, billions won’t have to die!”

“She’s the Original Templar, Desmond. Do you remember Altair’s codex? She was the one he wrote about - The first Templar!”

“It’s not going to hurt, Desmond.”

“Being enslaved then, finally breaking free sounds better than having to start from scratch. Now, go.”

Desmond doing the opposite of what Ezio demanded him to do.

Desmond still choosing Juno.

Getting captured by Abstergo.

Them using you to reach the memories of your ancestors - Arno, Evie, Jacob, Shay, Aveline, etc.

Desmond being Juno’s Chosen One while you are Minerva’s.

I can’t really write a part.III because, (Y/N) might have the same end that was seen in the vision - expecially since I have yet to play the games after Three.