Assassin's Creed Fanfictons

Nothing is true, everything is permitted. May the father of Understanding guide us.

[socialmaya]

[orwellsunderpants]

[image description: tweet by Netchimen’s Reverie that reads “Tolkien describing places that are evil: no trees grow there” /end description]

This is doubtless because of his experience of the trenches in the Great War.

Like, this is what things looked like to soldiers who fought in that war (image in black and white of a solitary soldier walking across a muddy wasteland pocked with puddles):

Here’s Delville Wood, the site of a battle in 1916 (sepia image of a wasteland dotted with broken and dead trees):

Here’s an image from the Battle of the Somme, in which Tolkien participated (image of soldiers standing above and inside a trench or earthwork in a grey wasteland; smoke from artillery is on the horizon)

So yeah: no trees = evil was Tolkien’s own direct lived experience. It’s precisely why Mordor and the wastelands around it look like they do in his books.

[brunhiddensmusings]

the plateau of gorgoroth, the heartland of mordor, is described as being scarred by countless pits dug by orcs the true seat of evil is full of foxholes and trenches

[khantoelessar]

There’s a lesson to be learned here.

[purlturtle]

I hope Tolkien would be happy to learn that a hundred years on, trees grow again here:

From The Atlantic.

[nightbringer24]

I think that Tolkien would be very happy to see that.

[themodernmaccabee]

The trees have reclaimed the land in which hell had been brought

[assassins-tales]

Blood is thicker than water - The meeting

ARNO X FEMALE ORIGINAL CHARACTER

Author: @alexasnowme

I stood in the shadows awaiting my contact, it was a detestable business with somewhat unsavory characters but if this helped France and drew this revolution to an end with less bloodshed it was worth it. My contact was a very cantankerous old man, Bellec. He had a wit so dry it bordered on good taste. Luckily for him, I was used to such characters in the French court, he had no idea how alike he was to the royalty who thought themselves superior due to their title. Bellec’s notions did not give him the moral high ground he believed. I pulled into the light upon hearing his distinctive heavy footsteps echo through the passage. If he wished to be silent he could but he needed me to hear him. As I had to not be shocked or surprised lest we give away our presence. He saw me and nodded. “Meet our fellow conspirator,” Bellec announced to a younger man at his side. I did not acknowledge the young assassin at first as I wouldn’t let that impudence stand. “Do not cast me as one in your little war. I care not if they are Templar or assassin. I only seek to remove the bad influences from the court.” “Will you help him get into the palace?” Bellec remarked in annoyance. “That was the agreement,” I assured him. “That is all I care about,” Bellec grumbled. “Does our contact have a name?” The young assassin politely inquired with a hint of sarcasm.

I turned to look upon him. I had heard much about this one. The descriptions did not do him justice. I decided it would be appropriate to introduce myself before it looked as if I was staring. “Cecile. It is nice to meet you, Arno.” “But I did not tell you my name. How do you know?” He remarked as if I had just performed some amazing feat.

Amused I began, “I know much about all the players involved. You two included. I like to know who I am working with.”  “You know nothing of me,” Bellec dismissed my comment with an air of arrogance as if untouchable. But I knew enough of him to be weary of him. Fanatics are dangerous no matter what side they are aligned with. I had seen many in my short time within the French court but I knew them to believe themselves right and would not hear anything to the contrary. I said nothing to Bellec and left him to his delusions. The young assassin pressed, “what do you know of me?” His gentle brown eyes narrowed with what seemed to be suspicion. “Arno Dorian, your path has not been an easy one but you have been busy of late. Do assassins know nothing of caution?” His steely gaze softened. The grin that crossed his face was lopsided but annoyingly endearing. He had a boyish charm to his smile and appearance. He also bore scars that marred his youthful face, and a weary look that spoke of a wealth of experience, none of it good but it seemed he had learnt from it as he still drew breath. He smiled widely. “I do try I assure you.” I raised my eyes trying to hide the smile creeping across my lips. “Does that boyish charm work?” “Not on Bellec.” I couldn’t help the smile that drew across my face, he was rather amusing. And the annoyance upon Bellec’s face only made it more so. Bellec took his leave with a nod in my direction and a quick hand upon Arno’s shoulder. Arno had many questions as we began to slowly walk into the grounds. I was not used to such curiosity from assassins. It was normally suspicion I had to contend with. Arno remarked quietly, “You are not what I expected?” I raised an eyebrow before responding in the same hushed tone, “What were you expecting?” “Well, that you wouldn’t be so…I did not expect a woman and an English one at that. What brings you to the midst of France during such unrest?” “My father. He is French. He is a man of station and wealth.” “France is not safe for such men.” “I have told him this but he is stubborn and he is trying to continue his good work while those around him work for their own self-interest.” “Then he will be in danger from both sides. He is a brave man to stay.” “He is a fool,” I grumbled under my breath.  I did not wish to have to worry about my father with such frequency. The anxiety had become too much for me so I had found a way to do my part to clear the court of the dangerous factions who threatened, my father and any who still wished to do good for France. I hoped I was making it safer for them. I sighed heavily. “So how do you intend to get me in unseen?” Arno whispered. “I know all the back ways and hidden doors, ” I assured him. “Of course. I am glad of your aid.” Before he slipped through the secret door I remarked, “don’t get yourself killed. I do not need such things upon my conscience.”

“I will be as careful as I can be,” he replied taking my hand and kissing it in a gentlemanly fashion before flashing me a smile. 

I shooed him away and closed the door quietly. My heart was racing. I couldn’t believe I still wasn’t used to this sneaking about in darkness. It still scared me to think of being discovered and all it would entail but I knew why I was doing this and for now, that kept me going. I slipped into the shadows and left Arno to his work. I did not wish to bear witness to whatever would occur and I knew it would not be the last I saw of Arno or Bellec.   

[assassins-tales]

Templar in distress - Edward x Female Templar

Author: @alexasnowme

She stirred from a pained deep slumber to find a man sitting aside her bed staring at her curiously. In defense against this unknown stranger she attempted to jolt up only to feel agony radiate throughout her body.

“I wouldn’t move lass you took quite the fall. I took pity upon you, don’t make me regret that kindness,” he remarked in a light-hearted manner, but the stern look said that should she cause him trouble he wouldn’t hesitate to withdraw his mercy.

“Where am I? How long have I been out?” She strained looking round not recognizing the man before her or the ship she was now aboard.

“Aboard the Jackdaw.” He remarked with a swell of pride then added, “You have been unconscious for 3 days now.”

She had not heard of the ship but she panicked when she realized that this meant she had failed her mission and was far from her brethren. She also knew her necklace could well reveal who and what she was. She grasped for the chain about her neck and felt relief when she felt the cold metal under her grasping fingers. She sought to hide the Templar cross beneath her shirt as covertly as she could under his unwavering gaze.

He noticed her attempt to hide what he already knew to be a Templar cross, he had seen them before. He wondered if he should press her about the observatory but given her current condition maybe it wouldn’t be the best time. Or perhaps her pain would make her honest. “No need to hide it, I already know what you are. I have seen this cross before.”

Her eyes widened, she wasn’t sure if this was in her favor or not. “I will not betray my brothers.” She assured him to preempt the questions she was sure were coming.

“What makes you think I would ask that? I care only for a prize and its worth.”

“If this prize is one my fellow Templars covet I cannot aid you. I thank you for your aid but I am afraid I cannot return your kindness.” She added tentatively.

He could see she was genuine in her thanks, and assured in holding her silence. “I may change your mind yet lass. Is your name something you will tell me?” He pressed feeling a mild curiosity spark about her.

“Jessica but the majority of people call me Jess. And my good Samaritan what would be your name?”

“Edward.” He smiled devilishly.

She hadn’t really noticed him at first more concerned with assessing if he was a threat, he didn’t seem to have any dark intent and if he did he hid it too well. She noticed now how his eyes lit up as his smile reached them, giving  him a mischievous look. His skin was sun kissed which deepened the lines forming about his eyes and mouth. His stubble gave him a rugged look, his scars showed him to be a fighter but his smile and lingering gaze spoke of him being a lover. He could definitely be trouble of all kinds she thought.

She returned his smile.

“You’re not exactly the image of a Templar.” Edward mused aloud. His eyes catching hers to gauge her reaction.

“Oh and what does a Templar look like?” She returned with a sly grin.

She seemed amused. Her dark eyes looked gentle when she smiled.

“The ones I have met have been men, and rather full of their own importance. You seem to be neither.”

“I assume that is meant as a compliment.” She raised an eye brow quizzically.

“Aye.” He replied simply knowing that given her injuries she would be laid up for weeks.

He did not wish to reveal too much of his goal, nor give in to old vices. He had to recall the reason he came out here, and it wasn’t to romance damsels in distress.  He wasn’t sure whether it was conscience or self-interest that had led him to save her. He would certainly have time to find out his own motivations, but until it became necessary he wouldn’t press her further.

“I shall leave you to rest, and recover.”

He left her hoping that she would see sense and aid him, or that her aid would not be something he required as given her loyalties it would be no easy matter to gain information, and he wasn’t given to torture such an ugly business. But he thought as he stepped into the sun that he may just be worrying needlessly, but that weary edge remained as he took the helm.

To be continued…. 

[assassins-tales]

Author: @raiment-auditore

            He was alone.

            He was alone and you knew it.

            He had always really been alone, and no matter how much he hated you, the last of your family living in Italy…

            …every time you saw him you got a little more attached.

            You don’t know why. Maybe it was the way he walked, the way he displayed himself. It could be how he wielded his sword so willingly in defense of his family. Or maybe… maybe it was just how utterly handsome he was.

            Your secret husband wouldn’t say the same. In fact, he despised Cesare Borgia. Who wouldn’t? The man’s father killed his family.

            If anyone found out about Ezio Auditore’s marriage, it would ruin him, after all.

            And Cesare was the only other person who knew about it.

            Yay tension.

            So right now, you were walking the frigid streets of Rome. People bustled by you, and some you pushed by. You’d been thinking that day, thinking perhaps too much about everything that was going on.

            Your family is gone; you’re alone in Italy while they enjoy the spoils of Spain.

            You and Ezio had a fight, a big one.

            It was way too cold outside.

            And you saw Cesare in- of all places- a den for prostitutes.

            As if that was any surprise anyways.

            You walk down the chilly street; your legs are weary with thought. Stupid brain. Stop thinking. You don’t want to feel like this. You hate feeling like this. It hurts too much, all these damn relationship problems, broken ties, and loose ends. No matter what you do, how you try to be positive, no matter how strong you try to be, it all doesn’t stop you from falling to your knees. As soon as you do, a commotion erupts from the street. You look up and see it. A swordfight, between…

            …you can’t tell. Flashes of red, white, a hidden blade stops a sword above the heads of everyone. Ezio. You get up and hastily push through the gathering crowd of coats and hot breath steaming up into the air. Neither of the men notice you. The other one is Cesare. Well perfect.

            Clash.

“You damned Borgias! You know nothing of family! Of chaste! You’ve ruined every path you’ve trodden on!”

            Clash.

“Our family has problems of our own!”

            Clash.

“At least your family hasn’t been killed on false charges!”

            “Stop!” You shout, running out and grabbing Ezio’s wrist. It is jerked away from you sharply. A cutting sensation, quick but enough to do damage, comes from your right arm as a small blade makes contact. You exclaim out in pain and fall, holding your shoulder. The two men gasp- along with the crowd- and look at you. You can feel blood coming from your wound, and fast.

            “Look what you’ve done now!” Cesare snarls at your husband.

            “No, I didn’t…”

            Your eyes close as you let the pain seep through your body. Rough hands sit you up. You hear the ripping of cloth and open your eyes to see Cesare tearing the hem of his cape off. He pulls it away with a bit of a snap and grabs your arm gently. You look around for Ezio, but don’t see his white outfit anywhere in the mob of people surrounding you. A sting rips through your body as Cesare ties your arm up tightly with the tourniquet. You flinch a little and look at him. His eyes, his face, are solemn.

            “Why are you helping me?” You finally ask. He shouldn’t be. He hated you.

            “The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” He replies flatly, “unless I am mistaken.” He looks up at you, right into your eyes.

            “Then doesn’t that make Ezio your friend?”

            “No… no, it does not. Do you want me to help you or not?”

            You nod your head slowly, not wanting to take your eyes from his. His hand is still on your arm. He takes it away after a moment and starts to turn away. Your heart sinks, but then you realize that he didn’t repel himself from you. He stayed. First one that has… He can’t seem to look away either.

            His next words are murmured.

            “The forest’s edge, by the river, tomorrow, at dawn.” His clouded breath hits your face like a witch’s spell, trapping you and drawing your desire closer to him.

            You nod, understanding this as a rendezvous, almost unable to hear it by the murmuring of the crowd. He stands and walks away, the crowd parting to let him pass, leaving you to stare wistfully after him.

            You eventually make your way home and flop down into your bed. The warmth from the fireplace is enough to make you stop shaking with icicle cold. You sigh. Ezio will be back soon. Or maybe he won’t. You almost hope he doesn’t. He’s a good husband, he does what he needs to, but he’s so detached sometimes. You close your eyes. After a moment, the door opens, and your name is called by Ezio’s voice. You don’t move as his footsteps come to the doorframe of your shared bedroom. He says your name, his voice shaking a little. You roll on your good side away from him.

            “Please, my love. You must understand.”

            “Understand what?” Your tone is totally flat. You hold no compassion. “Your clumsiness? If you ask me, with the way you’ve been lately, I’d say you don’t love me at all.”

            “That’s simply not the truth!” He objects. You feel the bed dip down as he gets on it. “Come on, now. You know me better than that.” His hand grabs your shoulder to turn you toward him. You recoil as he touches the gash he created. He draws his hand back, and you turn yourself to look at him.

            Your eyes are hardened toward his loving and apologetic gaze. “You’re not Ezio Auditore… not the one I fell in love with.” You sigh. “That man was courageous and strong. He wouldn’t have run away. If I truly knew you when I married you, I wouldn’t have married at all.”

            His hand found itself on your cheek. It was warm. Rough, but warm. You knew the feel of it well, and wanted to be comforted by it, but it wasn’t working this time. He’d gone too far for too long, and you were fed up with it. It was one thing after another with him, and all he had was excuses and alibis. Infidelity was a big issue between you two as well; he claimed that he only did it to get information. You knew better, knew him better. You did now, anyways.

            “Darling.”

            “Don’t call me that.”

            Ezio’s eyes are pleading. It almost breaks your heart. Almost.  You cast your eyes away from him.

            “My love…”

            You push his hand away from your cheek and sit up in the bed. “Don’t call me that, either.”

            He puts his hand on your leg. “Please, don’t leave. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything, I just-”

            “Get busy. Yeah. I know.” You swing your legs off the side of the bed, jerking them from his hand, and touch your feet to the wood floor. “You’ve told me that before.”

            “Don’t leave me.”

            You force yourself to stand, the boards creaking under you as you do. “I’ll be back in the morning.” You put on a coat and shoes. You hear Ezio say your name again as you walk out of the house. As you step outside, you can see your breath again. You begin to move toward your rendezvous, your shoes making no impact on the cobblestone beneath you as you step on them like thousands of others had. Yours is just one in a million. That’s just like Ezio, isn’t it? I’m only one in a million to him, a drop of water in a sea of women and men. So why did he marry if he knew he had a problem- no, an addiction- to sex? Was he that stupid? Or was I that stupid? You sigh and pull your jacket more over your chest to escape how utterly gelid the night seems to be.

            Your feet carry you where Cesare told you to meet him. You nestle down by a tree, ignoring the frost bound to fall with the dawn that is coming soon, and close your eyes against the arctic wind, waiting for him.

            You wake up shivering. You didn’t mean to fall asleep. A warm body is next to you, holding you close. You open your eyes and move some of the figure’s black hair out of your face, thinking it to be Ezio’s. You look over, however, and see Cesare Borgia. Your face flushes. Another cold wind blows through, making you huddle closer to him.

            His eyes open and look at you.

            “Hello,” You stammer. He smiles.

            “Hello.”

            “How long have you been here?”

            “I was here at dawn.”

            You look up, feeling yourself shake and shudder. The sun is high in the sky. “Oh.” You don’t remember your promise to Ezio about your return, but instead curl into Cesare to escape another gale. His arms encase you and hold you close, warming you. Your eyes close again.

            Suddenly, a soft hand lifts up your chin. You ignore the fact at how much of Italy’s blood it’s stained by, and your mind bypasses it completely. He was a man of God, and a man no less.

            “What are you-”

            “You shouldn’t love an infidel. You deserve so much better, amore mio.”

            Before you have time to react, Cesare Borgia closes the distance between your heads in a sweet kiss.

            How unfortunate that you didn’t notice him draw his dagger.

            By the time he plunges it into your back, it’s too late.

[assassins-tales]

Loving Desmond: NSFW SMUT WITH A BIT OF FLUFF

Author: @alexasnowme

DESMOND X READER:.

The sounds of a struggle come from the next room, you run through to find Desmond laying upon the ground. You walk over and utter, “given up have you?”

“Yes it’s just so annoying,” he grumbles dramatically placing his hands to his head.

“A master assassin defeated by flat pack furniture, if the Templars only knew.” You teased.

“You going to help me or mock me?” He smiles up at you.

“No, I think I will mock you for a bit longer.” You feel rather amused.

“I don’t have to lie here and take this,” he declares still being overly dramatic.

“I am sure you will survive this difficult time.”

“If your not going help me, at least help me up,” he presses.

“Oh no, I am no fool I know what your up to.” You give him a wry grin.

“Damn my evil plan is ruined. No seriously honey help me up,” he repeats his tone a little more serious now.

You raise an eyebrow, taking his hand in yours. You pull as does he, crashing you ungratefully down upon him. He swiftly flips you so he is on top, you feel his weight pressing upon you.

“You not going to finish this then?” You remark surrounded by wooden pieces.

“I would much rather start something else, something much more enjoyable,” he purrs.

He takes fingers around the zip of your hoodie and pulls pull down slowly inch by inch revealing you to him. He licks his lips. Brushing your hair from your face, he smiles down at you. “I am a very lucky man.” He sighs as he nuzzles into your neck, placing gentle and teasing kisses down the nape, nipping your shoulder as he reaches it. You gasp, a little shocked but thrilled by the sensation.

You fumble to find his zip, you drag it down, you need to feel his skin against yours. He reluctantly pulls his lips from your neck so you can free him of his hoodie. You cast it aside, taking you hands to his taught muscles, tracing your fingers over his sides enjoying the shiver that runs through him. You press your nails into his back but gently, trailing them to the small of his back. He moans softy into your ear, he turns his head to yours sealing a passionate kiss. Teasing your lips, and tasting your tongue with a lustful urgency. You brace against him, his deep passionate kisses always arouse you, the throbbing between your legs reveals your own urgency.

As he continues to enjoy lingering kiss, you grind against him, desperate to satisfy the growing urge. He breaks the kiss, and follows your cue unbuttons and peals down your jeans making sure to hook your panties so you are free to his touch. You expect him to come back up, you gasp with delight when he grips your hips and tickles his tongue over your slick entrance. He is cruel in his teasing, his tongue traces your folds slowly, peppering the skin with kisses before tentatively grazing your clit with his tongue. You whimper, in need of more. Just when you feel you can’t take a second more of his tongue teasing you he pushes it inside you slow and probing, pulling back out to circle your clit. “Oh Desmond” you cry as you arch your back hoping to increase the pressure of his tongue.

He takes it back inside of you, pushing in and out of you with controled motions. He only pulls his tongue free to circle your clit, you can feel your climax beginning to build with each push and circle of his tongue. The sensations becomes too much you buck your hips as you cry out a heady orgasm. He continues as your body trembles, your so sensitive to his touch now that it doesn’t take long for him to draw more cries of delight from your lips. When he finally stops letting down your hips only to remove his jeans, he draws back up to face you can feel the evident erection pressed to you. “I love how you sound when you come,” he whispers in a breathy tone.

He presses his erection to your dripping folds, you slowly edge your way round and turn him so you can climb a top him, you want to be in charge of his orgasm, you will return the favour and tease him until your satisfied.

You guide him to your enterance and lower upon him slowly until he fills you to the hilt. He groans appreciatively, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “Wait” he gasps.

He takes his hands to your bra, unhooking it then pulling it free of your body, he drops back down with a satisfied grin “much better,” he purrs.

You take your hands to your breasts groping them for his enjoyment and your own. You lift up your hips then lower yourself gently, enjoying the feel of him inside you. His grip upon your hips tightens he tries to take the control, but you hold still until he releases you. You continue to enjoy the sensation of him filling you, he grips your hips again desperate for you to increase the friction, and speed of hips but you refuse.

“That’s it,” he gasps.

He manages to artfully pull you back under him, he has a sly grin upon his face as he takes back the control. He is not slow or gentle, and he doesn’t need to be your so wet that he can thrust in and out with ease. His forceful thrusts add the desired friction, pulling your legs around him so he has stability to fuck you. His breath is ragged as he slams inside you, you love how he can go from sweet and loving to lustful and animalistic both arouse you. You enjoy the feel of his urgent thrusts, his deep guttural groans growing in volume as he draws closer to his release. His eyes lock on to yours as he comes hard, the pleasure that crosses his face is delicious to watch, to see him come undone, to feel and hear it is like a delight for the senses. He leans his weight against you, recovering himself slowly. You sigh softly, feeling more than satisfied.

Soon he helps you up and passes your clothes as he finds them, both dressed and satisfied. You leave the mess of unfinished furniture upon the ground vowing to get to it tomorrow, if you can keep your mind upon the task but you doubt it.

You love him, and never thought you would be the marrying kind, but when he proposed you found yourself crying yes without a second thought. Your staring at him lovingly, your gaze interrupted by the ringing of a cell phone.

Desmond answers, you hear his father asking if the house is ready for visitors. “Didn’t manage to put any furniture together.” He looks to you with sly grin.

You take to the kitchen and make a tea, enjoying the warmth of the cup in your hands. You wonder back over as he hangs up. “So, my dad’s coming over, he says we need to discuss something.”

“I don’t like the sound of it Desmond.” You confess feeling an edge from that ominous statement.

“Don’t worry we can see what he wants, I don’t have to agree to anything,” he tries to reassure you.

But you know him, he will say yes to the most dangerous of missions as he is too moral and good to refuse aiding anyone. You sigh heavily, you lost him once to the Templars, be damned if your losing him again.

“Whatever it is I am coming with you.”

“What? You can’t be serious,” he exclaims.

“I don’t care, I will not lose you again.” You declare, he knows your stubborn and will not change your mind. You wonder what you have let yourself in for.

[assassins-tales]

Whoa! Where did time go?!

Been a long ass time! And for that I sincerely apologize.

I’d rather not go into detail about what has been happening, but let’s just say life has taken me to hell and back.

But thankfully when I got back I landed my dream job, so I feel like Hell was worth it? With that said, I will get back to work and get these old ass requests out. Hopefully I’m not too rusty.

Also, hope everyone had wonderful holidays and a good New Year, may 2016 burn!

[assassins-tales]

Arno - my mentor

Author: @alexasnowme

You took to the cathedral’s rooftop. You recalled the first time Arno had brought you up here. You had thought him mad, and when he leapt off the ledge. Shocked and horrified you feared he was dead. He had asked you to trust him, then he jumped. You were shaken until you were certain he was alive and well. A leap of faith they called it.

It had not been easy for you to trust at first, so many bad experiences told you that it was too dangerous. And this leap of faith asked for so much, you had to let go of the fear to take flight, but hold your focus to survive. You survived much to your own disbelief, you had felt so shaken that it took you time to recover. Arno comforted you, but once you were recovered he teased you mercilessly about it. You had an unusual dynamic with your mentor, but you found you enjoyed it, and his company, possibly too much.

You had grown to trust and respect Arno, he was a wise and fair mentor. He had saved you on one or two occasions when your desperate need to prove yourself led to you being reckless. You felt ashamed for needing his aid and making a mistake once again. But you found you liked how it felt to have him rush in to defend you from a Templar guard, or gang of street thugs. It had been confusing to feel in awe of him, your fascination had become more. You had gotten to know him well, and he knew you and trusted you. You feared that your feelings were one sided, he couldn’t possibly share them. So you never spoke of them, to anyone.

Violence had spread throughout the streets, revolutions often bring forth chaos and those who would take advantage of that chaos. The rooftops were the only place you could find a modicum of peace, you stood luxuriating in the warmth of the sun. You found yourself recalling one time in particular when Arno had come to your rescue that had really changed your opinion of him. 

There were more members of this gang than you realised, backed into a corner after using every bullet, and phantom blade at your disposal. You reached for your sword, recalling as you grasped at the air that you had lost your sword in an earlier altercation. Almost unarmed, and surrounded. Just you and your hidden blades against a gang of 6. The odds were against you and hand to hand combat was not your forte. You felt a nervous edge grow as they drew in. “Look at her, not so tough without a gun to hide behind,” one of the gang members scoffed.

You hated that there was a hint of truth to it. You could fight but you were no so confident. Your marksmanship, however, was second to none. You kept turning to hold a weary eye on each man.

You heard a thud beside you. You turned swiftly to see Arno had dropped gracefully at your side, he knew how to make an entrance. Blade in hand he remarked. “Need a little help?”

“Yes.” You breathed a sigh of relief. You had miscalculated trying to prove you could handle this mission alone.

The men who had pistols un-holstered them in haste wanting to take down Arno before he took another step, but they were too slow. His movements and sword were fluid, he was amazing to watch. His blade ran the first man through before he could get a grip on the pistol. The pain and shock registering slowly upon his face before the sword pulled free of him and he dropped to the ground. Arno’s hidden blade dealt with the second. 

They all charged in an attempt to overwhelm him, forgetting you were even in attendance which would be a mistake you would see they didn’t live to regret. You took your hidden blades to the back of necks of the gang members closest to you. They dropped to the ground at speed.  Leaving Arno to deal with the two to his left. It was not a problem for him, he sidestepped an axe being swung in his direction, cutting the man’s throat from behind as he outmanoeuvred him. He plunged his sword into the belly of the last man who cried out as Arno pulled it free of him.

Arno turned to you his steely gaze only meant one thing, he had a lecture planned. You knew you deserved it, but you hating disappointing him. You wouldn’t meet his gaze, you didn’t want to see that look of disapproval, you couldn’t bare it.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

You forced yourself to look up, meeting his dark brown eyes. You felt like you could lose yourself in his soulful eyes, so much so that you barely heard a word of his reprimand. So you simply nodded. You thought that was all so you went to turn away, he caught your arm.

“You know I only tell you this because I care. I can’t always be here for you. You need to be more careful. You don’t have to prove anything, you’re one of the best recruits we have,” he assured you.

You looked to the ground not feeling worthy of such praise.

Now, you had become less reckless but saddened to no longer get the chance to see Arno in action. It felt a little like being cast adrift, but you knew it was time to work alone.

“Beautiful view isn’t it?” Arno’s dulcet tone rang out behind you.

A little startled, you turned. Narrowing your eyes upon him, you felt a mild suspicion creep in forcing you to ask. “Did you follow me, Arno?”

“Yes, I did. What brings you up here?” He answered unashamedly then pressed upon your need.

“I am up here for peace. It is rare upon the streets these days.” You sighed heavily.

“True indeed.”

“And you, why are you up here?” You mused. You began to sneak sideways glances at him. It felt like an age since you had seen him, you wanted to recall everything of him. His eyes were closed, a light smile playing about his lips. You had spent too long wondering how it would feel to kiss those lips. You had to remind yourself he was your mentor so often your surprised you recalled his name. But you continued to gaze just a little longer, it couldn’t hurt you told yourself. That was another lie, it did hurt. You wanted to tell him you cared for him, but you knew there were rules against this for a reason, but your heart still ached to be with him. One last glance you told yourself, feeling wistful. Tendrils of hair framed his face. You wanted to sigh at the sight but you just followed his example closed your eyes, and enjoyed the peace as you had planned.

After a time your eyes flashed open to find him trying to slip away. “You didn’t answer my question. What brought you up here?”

He flinched like a thief caught in the act, slowly he turned. He looked a little anxious. “I was up here to escape a feeling,” He answered vaguely. “Did you manage it?” You pressed, wanting to know more.

“No. I find I am frustrated further.”

“Maybe I can help?” You offered, in the hope he would reveal his quandary. You had always been quite open with each other and had confided in one another in the past. Why was now different?

“It is sweet of you to offer. But sadly you can do nothing. I must make this choice alone.”

This worried you, was he leaving the brotherhood? Had you done something? Your mind awash with questions, but not a single one found its way into speech. You just watched him disappear, fearing you would never see him again. 

To be continued…

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UPDATE: Damn Blighter

Author: @alexasnowme

Chapter 18: A dangerous experiment

Summary:

Jacob and Evie make their way to the warehouse that is indicated by sources to be where the scientists have taken to.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5533913/chapters/19199170

FANDOM: assassins creed

RATING: EXPLICIT

PAIRING: JACOB/ALENA (OC)

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UPDATE: Damn Blighter

Author: @alexasnowme

Chapter 17: Waiting

Summary:

Waiting for Jacob to return is a nightmare for Alena

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5533913/chapters/18977054

FANDOM: assassins creed

RATING: EXPLICIT

PAIRING: JACOB/ALENA (OC)

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UPDATE: The dangers of time travel

Author: @alexasnowme

Chapter 27: Fate draws us together

Summary:

languishing in the cells aboard the sage’s ship Alicia receives an unexpected communication

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4979881/chapters/18814925

Rating: EXPLICIT

FANDOM: ASSASSINS CREED

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UPDATE: Running into trouble

Author: @alexasnowme

Chapter 19: A growing fear

Summary:

As the attacks continue Cesare and Alessandra struggle to see a way out

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5160263/chapters/18816494

Rating: EXPLICIT

FANDOM: ASSASSINS CREED

PAIRING: EZIO / ALESSANDRA (OC) CESARE/ ALESSANDRA (OC)

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Mobile Links

I could not get any to work. I tried many methods and the links wouldn’t direct to the pages I wanted. So for the time being I will not be able to give mobile links to my mobile users. I sincerely apologize. 

But all stories are tagged with the Character(s) in the story, so searching will still be an easy way to find which character you are looking for.

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Secret Comforts

Élise jumped at the sound of my boots hitting the wood of the balcony. Lowering her blade at the sight of me, she turned back to the window.

“Well it’s good to see you too, Élise.” My tone was harsh, something that was now normal between us. Though one would think with her being a Templar and I an Assassin, that would be normal regardless. But that was not the reason so.

She merely looked up at me, her eyes plagued by dark circles and red veins. She clearly hadn’t slept in days. Élise’s gaze drifted down to my hands.

I flicked my blades to show them absent of blood, my sign to show I was no threat to her. She walked over and placed her own sword on the table by the fireplace. As she took a seat on the couch, obviously exhausted, I held out a neatly folded piece of paper.

With a soft touch, she grabbed the paper, “What is this?”

“A list of names. Of assassin targets. One of which happens to be your father’s.” I knew this was against the Creed, to help a Templar, but Élise was not just an enemy, she was a friend. Perhaps if our paths hadn’t diverged when we were young we would have stayed close forever. But Bellec promised me too much.

“And what you plan to take him out?” Her gaze, though tired, weighed heavy on me.

I only shook my head, “Thankfully, no. Bellec and I have been doing some ‘side work’ if you will. And simply put, your Father will never meet his end at the end of our blades.” I took my place right next to her.

“You say that as if the other Assassins will agree with you on this.” She rested her head on my arm, passing the paper back.

Sighing, the weight of what I was doing began to set in, “No. They won’t but your father was far too kind to me. I would never betray his kindness that way.” I rested my own head on her’s, “Templar or not, he is a good man, that I can’t deny.”

Élise sat up, “I have to ask, why are you and this Bellec character so dead set on saving my father?”

I glanced over at her, regret apparent in my face, “I can’t say. It would put you at risk and I swore to your father that I would help keep you safe.” My hand rested on her knee, squeezing softly as we stared at each for a moment.

“And what? Helping Templars doesn’t have you in a more dangerous situation?”Rising from her seat, she looked down at me, disappointment evident in her face. “You are betraying everything in your life, you will lose everything if you are found out.” Shifting her expression, it was as if she was trying to scare me into spilling what I knew.

I scoffed and grinned back at her, “I’m not worried.” I reached up and grabbed her hand, intertwining our fingers, hoping to distract her and lighten both of our moods.

A once stern face turned into a soft playful one, Élise rested her hands on my knees, bending down to be face to face with me, forcing me to react by sinking back into the couch. “You should be worried. You are in a Templar controlled house. Who know what horrible things will happen.”

I smirked deviously, “Trust me De la Serre,” I quickly scooped up her wrists in my hand and flipped her using my other arm and left leg, “There’s not a damn thing you can do to scare me.” I released my grip and extended a hand to help her up, she grabbed my wrist and pulled herself upright.

She rose to her feet and prepared to speak, but a knock at her door caused us both to jump. “You need to go. Now.” She whispered harshly as she began to push me back out the balcony.

“Very well. We shall continue this another day.” I hopped up on the balcony railing, “Farewell, Miss De la Serre.”

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We are complete!

Assassins-tales is finally done with the overhaul!

All stories are sorted by Assassin/Templar/Side Character name and then alphabetized by Tale title for easy finding. 

Authors’ of the tales is displayed to the side so give credit where credit is due.

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Title: Molto Pene

Character: Jacob Frye

Author: @ellestrix

Rating: NSFW

Genre: Smut, comedic erotica, for female readers

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http://secluded-haystack.com/drabbles/molto-pene.html

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UPDATE: Running into trouble

Author: @alexasnowme

Chapter 18: A man I could love

Summary:

Alessandra finds so many contradictions, but as the months pass things change

CHAPTER LINK:http://archiveofourown.org/works/5160263/chapters/18422527

Rating: EXPLICIT

FANDOM: ASSASSINS CREED

PAIRING: EZIO / ALESSANDRA (OC) CESARE/ ALESSANDRA (OC)

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Parting ways UPDATE JACOB FYRE

Author: @alexasnowme

Chapter 6: Remaking London

Summary:

Evie and Henry begin their research. Sidney and Jacob begin recruiting for the rooks

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5819383/chapters/18386797

RATING: Explicit