HiddenBladeImagines

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Charades

     The sound of the man’s voice startled her, nearly causing her to slip from the window’s ledge. “Where is it that you think you’re going, hmm?”

     She had been caught red-handed, quite literally she had thought to herself as she glanced at the blood dripping from her glove. In any other moment she would have ignored the unwanted company and hurried to meet Master Dorian but there was something oddly familiar in his voice. She peeked over her shoulder, careful to hide the majority of her face. Her muscles relaxed as noted the man’s features; Bonaparte. She rolled her eyes as she settled her feet back onto the palaces marble floor.

     His smirk widened into a wide grin as he carefully looked you over. “As an assassin aren’t you supposed to be undetectable?” He dared to stride closer to her, each step precise and sure.  

     It was her turn to smirk as she watched the soldier strut. “Who’s asking?” Her tone was playful, similar to the way her mentor spoke. She was relaxed enough to lean against the window’s casing, but her muscles were still ready to flee if the moment called for it.  

     He raised his hands up in surrender before folding them behind his back once more, “I’m a friend, not a foe.”

    “According to who?”  

    “You’re a tough one. Your mentor, Arno Dorian. We had met earlier and had asked me to keep the guards busy while you handled matters.”

     She scoffed, “I can handle things myself.” Secretly she thought of throttling Master Dorian for sending a babysitter, especially one who isn’t even trained like herself.

     No offense meant. I was just doing a favor.” He sauntered over to the desk where her victim’s body lay atop. She watched him carefully, catching his gaze as he watched from the corner of his eyes. “I do say though he failed to mention how lovely you’d be.”

     She hurriedly bit back her laugh. Master Dorian had cautioned her Bonaparte would be a character but she hadn’t expected someone so upfront. She could tell he was a self-assured man with the way he stood straight, shoulders pressed back, and his chest purposefully puffed out. She found his charade cute but not swaying.

     “I thank you but I truly must be going. Master Dorian can be a tad impatient.” She straightened herself from the wall and angled herself out the window once again. “It was a pleasure Monsieur Bonaparte. Until we meet again.” She tipped her head before gracefully leaping into the hay cart below.

     As she fell, she could hear him call out to her, “Meet me at the theatre tomorrow, say noon.”

     “Not in your dreams!” She waved him a brief farewell before hurdling over a hedge and towards the docks. The thought of perhaps meeting him the next day crossed her mind but it simply caused her to laugh. She gave him credit for trying, it was one of the few times a man hadn’t been intimidated by her but her line of work couldn’t risk relations. Besides, she might be out of work by the end of today if she goes through with strangling Master Dorian.

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Plain as Day

     It was a normal day for them. Ezio picked her up after classes and they met their study group at the library as they did every Monday and Wednesday. Everyone sat in their usual seats and she shared the collective notes from the group before deciding how they would effectively cover the subject. She passed the notes first to Ezio, as always, and passed them to the next person, so on and so forth but something was different.

     Perhaps it had been the brief brush of her fingers against his hand. He had been surprised at how soft they felt against his calloused knuckles. Maybe it had been the way she flashed him a brief smile when he had made that snarky remark about the person who cut him off in traffic. Her dimples had made that smile even more precious. Or could it have been the way she kept trying to pull her sweater over her hips every time she moved. If she only realized she looked perfect as she was and there was no need to fuss.

     He couldn’t figure out just why she was so captivating to him. He found himself constantly glancing over at her. He enjoyed watching the way she interacted with their group, taking charge like she always does. Today on this ordinary day he learned he loved the way she motioned with her hands when she talked about something she was passionate about. He realized he loved the way her nose wrinkled when she found something particularly funny or the way she would try to cover her mouth when she laughed. He especially loved the way when she was thinking she would twirl a piece of her hair around her finger and chew on her lips.

     It was weird for him that on such an ordinary day things changed so fast and that he couldn’t figure out just when he had fallen in love with her.

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A Bitter Past

     A smile played against her lips as his rant came to a close. “You see much of his father in him, don’t you?”

     His eyes bore into her, speaking volumes above what his words could.

     It was an act. The false sense of annoyance he projected was only a cover-up for the hurt he still felt all these years later. His charade only made her laugh, lighting a true flame in his chest. “Oh please, Bellec. There’s no shame in being a bit nostalgic. I see much of Charles in him as well but do not let that cloud your mind. They are not the same person, do not treat them as such.”

     “Don’t lecture me. The boy needs guidance. For fuck’s sake he’s siding with the Templars.” He through a hand up in the air as if cursing the heavens above.

     Despite his sudden flush of anger she kept calm, as she always had with him. “False.”

     “What?” He spat.

     “I said false. He is not siding with the Templars. He simply sees the battle from both points of view. He’s see the good as well as the bad from both sides.”

     Bellec scoffed at her remark. “Good? In a Templar? You trying to be funny, Y/N? There is no such thing. They’re corrupt, brain-washing savages and that’s exactly what they’ve done to him.”

     She sighed heavily, seeing he was too bitter from the past to see the truth in the present. “Pierre…” his name tumbled from her lips, hardly audible but the shift of light in his eyes told her he had heard it. The ache in her heart of knowing of his fate if he went through with going against the Order played in her mind. “I suppose there is no convincing you otherwise, is there.”  He didn’t say anything, He needn’t have to, and she knew his mind was made up. There wasn’t a word in this world that would change his decision. She could only stand aside and hope his senses came to him, or perhaps the Dorian boy could save him. She desired to call out to him, to beckon him back but she didn’t. The most she could to was mutter a warning, “Do not do anything you later regret, old friend.”

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Vengeance

     His room remained just as it looked before he left; tidy other than his research that lay sprawled across his desk and his old robes balled up on the edge of his bed. Those robes, once with crisp white edges were now a dingy white with dirt rubbed in every crease and a blood stain that spread across its torso. She slipped her hand beneath it until she found the hole made from the blade that took her brother’s life. A Templar’s blade.

      Anger swelled in her chest now, quickly follow by grief. A pain that demolished the fury’s fire, sucking it to its dark depths. Tears flooded her eyes, blurring her vision, leaving only a foggy, red resemblance of the ruined cloth clenched in her fists. It was supposed to be her that night but she had gotten hurt the day before during practice. If she had only done things differently during that day he’d still be alive. As the ‘what-ifs’ rushed around in her head the anger and frustration returned. She gritted her teeth as she grabbed hold of the Assassin’s robes and threw them with all her might against the door, letting out an anguished wail.

       The action took her off guard. He had always praised her for being so collected. He truly would hate to see her blaming herself for something that was out of their control. It would have been his wish for her to stay on course, unfaltering due to the circumstances. His death deserves justice and that’s what she decided she’d do. She would take up her original mission and get vengeance on her brother’s murderer with or without the Brotherhood by her side.

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Bliss

               Steam rose from the claw-foot tub in clouds that smelled of soft lavender. Its scent was enticing, his body craved to be enveloped with the hot, soothing waters that rippled before him. As he impatiently waited for his bath to fill he began shedding his soiled clothing, allowing them to remain wherever they dropped. He paid no mind to the blood stains or the dirt smudged into the fabric, he desired nothing more than to melt away the ache in his body.

               At last the tub was full, almost to the brim and still steaming. A contented sigh escaped him as he lowered himself into the warmth and his tense muscles began to relax. He leaned his head back with his arms along the bath’s edge as he lay there on the edge of sleep.

               A soft knock came from the door before it slowly opened and allowed her to peek around, “Connor,” she smiled at him. The sight of it warming him just as much as his bath. “I brought you fresh towels and a drink.”

               “Thank you.” He took the drink from her, taking a brief sip of the hot liquid before placing it on the wooden floor.

               She smoothed his messy brown hair as she moved to stand behind him. “How are you feeling?”

               “Better now that you are here.” He leaned his head back to show her his smile. As he took in her beauty he traced a hand up her arm before coming to rest against her chin. “I have missed you.”

               “As I have you.” She kissed him then, relishing the taste of his lips and his touch as he held her there. As eager as they were it was gentle and it filled the longing the two had endured for the past weeks.

               “Join me.” He tugged her softly but she made no attempt.

               She chuckled instead. “We’ll flood the whole room if I were to do that. You filled your bath to the brim.”

               He leaned forward, “I will let some out.”

               “No.” She pulled him back towards her, slowly kneading her fingers into his shoulders as she spoke, “You deserve to relax after spending so much time away on business.”

               He let out a delighted sigh as she worked his sore muscles. “I wish to spend my time home with you.”

               “I know you do.” As did she. She longed for him more this time around. It had been a top priority mission and with that comes great risk. It was hard not only on her not knowing if he was okay but she knew it had been hard on him. Even if that wasn’t something he would let on. Seeing him now, having returned safe with only minor scrapes and bruises, relieved her of most of those worries.  

               She worked her way down his chest, her hands dipping below the water’s surface. His head leaned against her shoulder as she kneaded circles lower and lower. She came to a stop at his hips, taking a moment to look at Connor’s peaceful face; a smudge of a smile with the rest of his face stoic as ever. She pressed a quick kiss against his temple before continuing. Her movements slowed as she rubbed closer to his inner thighs. As she observed him a sly smile pressed its way onto her lips.

               Unable to resist any longer she began palming him, as soft grunt rumbled in his chest as she did. She could feel him stiffening beneath her touch, growing larger with every stroke until he could no more. Both hands wrapped around his large erection, drawing a throaty moan from within him, followed by her name. She smile against his neck, listening to his breath quicken and his moans ride up. She began biting his neck just the way he liked it, leaving soft bruises in her wake.

               She tightened her grip on his dick, letting it throb in her hands and rubbing the tip with her thumb. His moans echoed in her ears, tying heated knots in her stomach. Oh how she desired to feel him but she wanted to please him first. As much as she enjoyed him pleasuring her, it was almost as satisfying to see him in pure bliss. She loved the way his eyebrows furrowed together and how his lips parted just enough to let out his soft moans.

               “Y/N.” He pleaded. “Let me…”

               She quickened her pace, cutting off his train of thought and building the heat of his pleasure. Its intensity left him clutching the edge of the tub, his calloused fingertips digging into the cast iron and anchoring him to the spot. His desperate moans filled the air surrounding them as his climax reached, leaving his cock pumping fervently in her hands.

               He peppered her cheek with gracious pecks of his lips before leading her to stand to his side. She knew what he wanted, his eyes saying it as he watched her. Her fingers played with the white lace hem of her shirt, slowly sliding it up her torso and revealing her soft midriff. His hand reached for her but she denied him the satisfaction of touch, instead she continued to tease him. She bunched her shirt beneath her breasts and began to fuss with thin straps, taking her time sliding each one of her shoulders.

His deep brown eyes pleaded with her, desire still burning hot beneath the surface. She smirked at him then, deciding she would play nice. She pulled the lingerie over her head, her soft breasts bouncing gently as they fell. She stood there a moment, allowing him to look her over once more before she turned her back to him. He grumbled in frustration, growing tired of her play.

She chuckled quietly, “I can go slower if you wish.” He quickly grew silent, with only the sound water rippling as he fussed in the tub. Pleased with his submission she rewarded him by sliding her shorts off, bending over slightly as she dropped them to the floor and revealing her plump arse.

“Y/N…” He groaned.

She sashayed over to him, her breasts swaying with each strut. “What would you have me do?”

He grinned as he motioned her to sit on the side of the tub. She happily did as he wished, sliding a leg over his shoulder as he angled his mouth against her pussy and wrapped a strong arm around her for support. She chewed on her lip while anticipating the warmth of his tongue on her clit. Sliding her fingers through the brown tresses of his hair she guided him closer, beggingly bumping his lips against her. He obeyed, immediately sucking her nub between his lips and licking it with the tip of his tongue. She twitched in response, grabbing a handful of his hair as she did and biting her bottom lip harder.

“Connor…”she begged.

He smiled, his breath ghosting her exposed pussy. As he looked up at her, he slid his middle finger into her moist entrance, expertly pulling a dire moan from her chest. He watched her a moment more before lowering his mouth back to her clit. His rhythmic movements against her nub left her body tingling with the heat of pleasure. It crept up to the base of her neck, swirling its way into her head and left her moaning desperately. His fingers ruthlessly thrusting inside her built the heat in her stomach, making it almost unbearable. As it swelled she bucked her hips against him, looking for the dizzying relief her body craved. At last her orgasm came and her moans echoed in his ears. He continued to tease her clit, swirling his tongue in small circles until she wretched his head away and squirmed into the warm bath below.

               Seated between Connor’s legs she brushed her hair back with dampened fingers, the scent of lavender now swirling around her head. It was a welcomed smell, calming and leaving her feeling so very content.

He settled back against the tub, wrapping his arms around her waist and anchoring her to him. “I missed this.” He mumbled as he pressed a kiss into her hair.

               She smiled and played with his fingers as she spoke, “As did I. Perhaps we can enjoy more after supper.”

               He let out of a hushed chuckle, “I would like that very much.”

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Payback

         A breeze swirled around the rooftops of Paris, sending strayed leaves skittering across the slate. It sounded eerie to you; almost mimicking the rats as their nails scrapped along the cobblestone streets below, scurrying away from any approaching danger. Your attention lingered, silently watching the flea-ridden rodents as they frantically weaved in and out of the crowds before disappearing down the various alleyways.

           Your eyes drifted back to the throngs that swarmed around the market. Their meager conversations rose together in a low roar, bits and pieces of them reaching your ears. Nothing of which was in much interest to you, until his demands to a couple of guards caught your attention. René Gaumond; a greed-driven merchant who had obtained his wealth from the blood of the innocent workers of Paris. He spent much of his time sending his mindless followers into the big cities to plunder what goods they could, cutting down anyone in their path, while he sat pretty selling those very goods to nobles at top price.

           The familiar bliss of adrenaline began pumping through your veins leaving your muscles itching for a fight. Your fingers fluttered of the hilt of your sword, briefly brushing the cool metal design before falling to your side. You sucked in an eager breath, one filled with the scents of fresh baked goods from the bakery below, bringing a sense of calmness over you.

           Your mind cleared itself as you stepped out onto the ledge, the breeze that ruffled your robes took your thoughts with it as it passed. As you spread out your arms you allowed yourself to fall forward, freely falling from your perch above the market. A breath of a moment passed before the wisp of hay enveloped you into its embrace.

           You waited silently as Gaumond’s men passed by, their weapons clanking with each step. With the coast clear you hopped from the cart and quickly slipped into one of the crowds flocked around a vendor. You watched the man as he made a quick sweep of the area before turning to another one of his men. You readied yourself, crouching down behind a stack of barrels while you waited for your chance to strike.

           You patiently watched as he spoke, straining to hear his words but you were too far away, you needed to move closer. As the two men turned to look over a piece of parchment Gaumond had pulled from his coat you quickly moved forward, your sights on another stack of crates.

           “Assassin!” A woman screamed, startling you and your target.

           Your body tensed, ready for nearby guards to come forth to stop you but it wasn’t you they were after. A familiar blue set of robes came barreling towards you, annoyance quickly sparking in you.

           “Arno…” You growled as he ran past you.

           You could hear him laugh, it echoing in your ears in mockery. He spun slightly in his stride as he called out to you, “You may want to run mon amie!”

           You quickly swallowed your protest when a large group of guards came around the corner, shouting commands for Arno to halt. Some took off after him but a few quickly noticed you, recognizing another Assassin but before they could grab hold of you, you took off, racing through the crowds as fast as you could.

           “Stop her!” Yelled one of the officers, signaling for his men to catch you.

           You shoved past everyone, a few falling over onto the muddy cobblestone. As they tried to pick themselves up in a panic, your pursuers pushed them back down and left them with a face full of mud.

           You dipped down countless alleys in hopes of losing them in the confusing maze but they didn’t miss a beat. In your frenzy you failed to notice where you were headed and ended up at a dead end. You looked frantically about, looking for anywhere to climb up the wall but you knew them to be too slick from the previous rain.

           To your right a door flung open, a gloved hand reaching out and snatching onto your arm to yank you inside. Another hand pressed against your mouth before your startled scream could reach the surface. Kicking the door shut and pressing you against the wall he pressed his finger against his lips as you two listened while the guards searched around.

“She couldn’t have gone far!” One of them called out. The door knob beside you began to turn, you heart jumped into your throat but Arno stepped in front of you, his blade unsheathed and waiting.

“Perhaps she went down the other way. Come!” A grumble of protests was heard from the other side of the door but thankfully the man listened and quickly ran after his fellow officer.

           When the coast was clear of the patrol you lashed out, punching Arno as hard as you could in the shoulder. “You ass!”

           “Ow!” He rubbed is arm, truly milking the assault.

           “I had him! Dammit Arno, I had him!” You shoved him out of anger, or frustration, which it was you weren’t certain.

           Arno scoffed, rolling his eyes as he turned away from you. “There will be more chances to slaughter the rat. Besides, be thankful. This ‘ass’ just saved yours.”

           You wanted to smack him again, to rid him of that pride that was plastered on his smug face but you didn’t. You couldn’t, not now. You would get him back when it would be perfectly even, for now you’d allow him to wallow in his arrogance.

           “You’re right Mr. Dorian. Thank you.” You patted his chest appreciatively as you sashayed past him.

           You watched the confusion ripple across his brow, “Y/N?”

           “Right, please, after you. I must bask in your wake. Please, go on.” You stepped aside and held out your arm in the direction of the door.

           He looked at you quizzically before walking cautiously ahead. You chewed on your lip, holding back your chuckles. You knew he was going to be on edge for days, waiting for you to get him back and that alone pleased you much more than anything.

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Hopeful

          Rebecca had asked you to go search for Desmond, a sense of urgency still lingering in her voice. It was a desperate time for all of you, what with Abstergo hot on your heels this whole time. The stress was making everyone antsy, especially William, who on a day to day basis was pushing Desmond into longer sessions in the Animus. You knew it was for the great good, “to save the world” but it was difficult to see it that way when you were watching the man you love fade away into this…mindless subject.

           Enduring his ancestors’ memories was tasking for just one man. Having to experience their turmoil strained on his mind and soul, leaving him feeling nearly empty and running on auto-pilot. It stirred an aching fear within you; worrying your mind with the chance of never having his back.

           But, knowing the seriousness of the matter, there was no time for you to be selfish, you had to do what was right…in a way. You knew exactly where he’d be; just outside the cave’s entrance sitting beneath the large oak. He was hunched over with his face pressed into the palms of his hand. His fingers were curled tightly around the edges of his hood locking it into place and eliminating any sunlight, although there wasn’t much on this dreary day.

You quietly sat beside Desmond, looking him over for a brief moment before resting your head on his shoulder. You could feel his muscles suddenly tense at your presence, causing a ping of hurt to bounce in your chest. Instead of trying to talk to him you sat there in silence, allowing him to relax, even in the slightest.

Eventually you gave up when he made no attempt, instead you slipped your fingers into the spaces between his and gently pulled his hands away, speaking softly as you did so, “Desmond, look at me, please.”

He didn’t resist your touch but refused to meet your gaze, turning his attention to your features instead. You calmly watched as his gaze roamed, taking in the soft curve of your nose and the slight blush of your cheeks before coming to rest on your pale lips. His eyes lingered there as he gently cupped your jaw, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip.

A smile curved its way onto them as you mimicked him; gingerly holding his face in your shaky hands and relishing the feel of his warm skin. Your thumbs absently began to stroke the stubble on his cheeks while your eyes wandered down to his plump lips. Gradually a soft smirk played upon them, leaving your heart flipping in your chest.

           His finger curled beneath your chin before gently tugging you closer. You paused mere inches from his mouth with your breath caught in your throat at the pure desire blooming in his eyes. With a huff he closed the gap, your lips molding hungrily with his. Your eyes slipping shut as pressed against him.  

           Desmond slipped his hand around the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in the tresses of your hair while he pulled you onto his lap with the other. His arm anchored you there against his chest and deep in his lap. He moaned as your fingers snaked their way into the soft curls of his hair, gently tugging at them.

           A nervous giggle escaped you as his mouth dipped to trail kisses along your neck, leaving a tingling in their absence. Your head tilted back as a lustful moan built in the back your throat and a knot began to twist its way in your stomach. A hum rumbled in your chest as he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you closer to him. As your nails softly scrapped his scalp his sigh ghosted across your chest. His smile pressed against the soft skin of your breast as he began working the hem of your shirt. Before he could get far you gripped a handful of his hair and yanked his head back; his eyes fluttered open and his lips pulled downward, leaving a sickness to settle in the pit of your stomach.

           You reluctantly began to pry yourself away from him, “Desmond, we…don’t have time for this.” Your voice came out as a pained whisper.

           His arms grappled tighter against you, “We do. We can make time.” His eyes pleaded with you, a deep sense of longing in them.

           Your heart ached at his desperate need for you, in whatever sense he could get. It had been so long since it was just the two of you together. For months, both of you had been each other’s crutch but not the strong man who had held you up when you needed him to now sat broken beneath you. Your heart broke at the sight, hot tears pushing past their walls and falling down your cheeks.

           You shook you head, angrily wiping them away, “No, no we don’t.”

           He wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you down into him as he leaned against the tree. The two of you sat there for a moment while soft sobs shook your chest and your tears dripped down onto his neck, disappearing beneath his shirt. He pressed his cheek against your forehead while his hands tried to rub soothing circles into your shoulders.

           You swallowed roughly, hating how weak you seemed but you needed to say what was on your mind, what haunted you each night. “I’m afraid to lose you, Desmond.”

           He tilted his head so he could look you squarely in the eyes, “You won’t. I promise… Soon this will be over and you and I can disappear together. Never to deal with the Order again.”

           You knew he was lying. It was nothing more than a pipe dream, no one ever walked away from the Order, at least not alive but it was something you had to hope for. It was something to keep the two of you sane for the time being, at least until you all left this retched cave and its magic scribes.

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Sunshine

          You could feel the morning’s sunshine warming against your cheeks as it shone through the manor’s windows. The soft light illuminating the backs of your eyelids, painting spots of warm yellows, reds and oranges against the skin. Despite waking up at dusk you still couldn’t resist smiling, thankful for being able to enjoy such a peaceful moment.

           Beside you Connor’s soft snoring continued; a calming, rhythmic sound that you had grown to enjoy over the past months of being together. It almost saddened you to have to disturb the sleeping bear of a man but you knew it was inevitable.

           You decided you would allow him to sleep just a bit longer while you dressed for the day, adorning your gear all except for your weapons. As you buttoned up your shirt you stood beside the bed, still smiling while you quietly watched Connor sleep. It was a nice change to see him so tranquil and untroubled. You chewed on your bottom lip knowing it was going to be quite the task to pull him from such a deep sleep.

           With a regretful sigh you leaned over and brushed his brown locks from his face. “Connor…” you called out to him, your voice sweet and soft.

           He didn’t stir. Not a single muscle moved, not even a flinch while his breathing remained as a slow and steady rhythm. You couldn’t help but giggle. It was such a precious sight. “Connor.” Your voice came out louder this time, a sternness in it, as slight as it might be. You gingerly shook his shoulder, the hair that you had just smoothed away now fell back, obscuring your view of his face.

           This time he did stir; he sucked in a sleepy breath as he brushed his hair back. His gentle, hazel eyes met yours; blinking a few times as they adjusted to the light. He smiled up at you, as he spoke with his husky voice, “Good morning.”

           “Rise and shine.” You held out your hand to help him up.

           At first he ignored it; taking the time to dramatically stretch before you, pushing his large arms above his head. As his taut muscles rolled beneath his tan skin your breath hitched, your attention captured by the show. He smirked seeing your mesmerized gaze and took your outstretched hand. His lingered on yours, rubbing a calloused thumb over your long-scarred knuckles before pulling you to him. You helplessly fell into his chest and he held you there.  

           “You promised you would get up early to train.” You tried to sound angry at him; forcing a strictness into you tone and even throwing him a heated glare.

           Connor groaned at the mention and flicked his eyes up to the ceiling in disgust. With a sigh he rolled his big brown eyes back to you, a pleading puppy look just screaming from within them. “Just a few more minutes, please?” He even had the audacity to pout his lip at you.  

           “Really?” You scanned his face for any chance he’d give in, although you knew all too well he wouldn’t. There was no resisting him, not this time. You chuckled lightheartedly, “Fine but you explain to the others later.”  

           A smile spread across his lips as he turned onto his side hugging you close to his chest and closing his eyes once again. You smiled to yourself as you settled your head into the crook of his neck, the sound of his heartbeat becoming a soft song against your ear.

What’s a couple more minutes, right?

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Bloody Bastards

          Their mocking laughs echoed against the alley’s cold, brick walls. One of them spat something inaudible as they stepped off the curb, their voice dripping with disgust and hatred for what you were; a Rook. It sent shivers racking through your battered and bruised body, pulling a groan from your dry throat.

           Your eyes squeezed shut as the throbbing pain caused your stomach to lurch. You swallowed the sickening feeling the best you could but it remained, twisting its way into tight knots. Your fingers clutched your side, blood still oozing into your hand, the heat warming your clenched digits bringing with it an odd sense of comfort. Your eyes wandered down to the balled clothing, staring helplessly at it. The green of your coat had turned an awful brown color that continued to slowly spread and all you could think of was how hard it was going to be to get the stain out.

           The splash of boots in a nearby puddle caught your attention next, your head spun in the direction of the noise causing your eyes to desperately regain focus. Your heart jumped to your throat seeing as your sight fell to his familiar features, a sense of relief falling over your aching form.

           “Y/N!” His rough voice rung with worry as he rushed to kneel down before you. His gloved hand reached out, gingerly cupping your cheek and tipping your head up to get a look at the cuts that littered your face. You could only imagine how you looked; you knew your right eye was almost swollen shut and your bottom lip was split but for the rest you couldn’t be sure.

           “Jacob.” You greeted, your voice almost joking as a smile pushed its way to your dry lips, opening the wound even more.

           Although his hood cast a shadow across his face you could still see his furrowed brow and his concerned brown eyes as they met your own. “Who did this to you, love?” He asked quietly, trying to hide the fury brewing within him.

           You didn’t answer. Instead your free hand pressed against his cheek in a hope to sooth his oncoming rage. The last thing you wanted was for him to get hurt trying to settle a score for you. “It’s alright” you whispered.

           He was about to say something when a high pitched whistle rang in your ears, snapping hold of Jacob’s attention. He voice became a throaty growl as he spoke, “Blighters. Bloody Bastards.”

           “Jacob, please.” You whimpered, trying desperately to halt him.

           A smirk spread across his lips as he sprung to his feet. His vengeful eyes locked onto his targets, like a predator with its prey, and without another word to you he began stalking towards the group. “Rooks! With me!” He called as he waved his hand, a group of green jackets hurriedly forming around him. Blades glinted in the dim light of London as they crossed the street and civilians began scurrying away from the gang fight that was about to ensue.

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The Best Medicine

          Muffled voices pulled you from your light afternoon sleep. Your eyes lazily pried themselves open while your head, fogged with the illness your body battled, tried to make sense of the situation. Soon you realized they were down the hall from your bedroom, annoyance evident in each tone. You strained your ears to make out what was being said.

           A maid, her name you couldn’t remember, was arguing with someone. “She simply has a bad cold. That is all but she needs all the rest she can get.”

           “I wish to check on her. I haven’t seen her in weeks!” A familiar man’s voice growled. Your mind began to spin as it searched to put a name to the man’s voice, it desperately trying to shake off the sleepiness until finally it came to you. Ezio!

           Your heart sprung into your throat with delight, so happy to hear that he was home from his latest mission. You tried to speak his name, to call out to him but your voice failed you; your throat too irritated from all the coughing.

           “Check in on her. That’s it! Do not get her all riled up, it will only make her more ill.” The made scalded. You could just imagine her pointing a boney finger at Ezio, knowing exactly how he could be.

           Cautiously, Ezio opened the door, peeking his head around the corner in search of you, his face tense with worry. As his soft gaze came to rest on your bundled form beneath a mound of blankets you smiled eagerly up at him. Seeing your smile caused his features to relax a little, the corner of his lips turning upright as he walked over to you and sat on your bedside.

           “How are you feeling, mio amore?” He asked as he smoothed your damp hair from your forehead.

           You tilted your head until his face came into view, “Much better now.”  

           He remained quiet for a moment while he looked over your features; your flushed cheeks that looked so bright against your pale skin, the dark circles under your eyes and the sweat that beaded on your forehead certainly made you look like death. “Is there anything I can get for you to make you more comfortable?” He asked, his eyes worriedly still scanning your face.

           You forced a smile, “no.” It was the truth. The house maids had brought you everything they could; extra blankets, tea, soup, but there was one other thing that you truly wanted. “Well…” you began, sliding your shaky hand against the stubble on his cheeks.

           He leaned into your soft touch, something you were sure he had missed during the weeks he had spent away, “hmm?”

           “You” your voice was very soft, almost a whisper.

           Ezio chuckled before he leaned in and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Of course.” Without another word he shed his weapons and Assassin robes before slipping under the layers of blankets. He curled his body to fit perfectly behind your’s and wrapped his arms around you, gently pulling you into his chest. You happily accepted his warmth as it enveloped your chilled, aching body.

           “Sleep” he purred as his hands began to softly knead his fingers into your shoulder and arm. “I will be here when you wake.”

           You smiled graciously, happily closing your eyes again. It had been too long since you had been able to fall asleep beside him and you weren’t about to pass up the chance. You snuggled a bit closer to his chest before settling. With his arm secured around your chest and the lull of his breathing at your back it wasn’t long until you fell back into a dreamless sleep.

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My Queen

          “Will you hold still?” Shay grumbled as he tried desperately to tend your wounds.

           You pushed aside the cloth in his hand, “I told you I’m fine.” You attempted to slip by him but his arm quickly wrapped around your waist, anchoring you to him. “Shay…” You groaned while struggling against his strength, knowing it was a losing battle.

           “Let me clean you up, then you’re free to go.” He grunted as you shoved against his chest not breaking his grip on you.

           You sighed, “Fine.” You cursed his ability to always get what he wants, he was such a caring man and all he wished was to ensure you were alright. You knew that well enough but it was still a difficult thing to allow anyone to see you hurt, whether or not you had won the battle.

           He flashed you a proud smile as you settled onto the table and absently you rolled your eyes at him. The grin on his face remained, you knew he could see right through your mask to each grimace you made as you moved.

           He first tended to the cut across your cheek, then the blood that had become crusted beneath your nose and finally your split upper lip where his finger lingered long enough for you to notice before he pulled it away. You watched him cautiously as he poured more whiskey onto the cloth. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” You teased as he cleaned your knuckles now.

           His eyes met yours, a stern glare that stiffened your spine, “I would never take pleasure in your misery.” He paused a moment, seeing the discontent on your face, he continued, “But I do enjoy you allowing me the honor of taking care of you.”

           You snorted, “I’m not royalty, you know.”

           His warm smiled returned to his lips, “You are in my eyes, Y/N”

           You giggled while you dramatically rolled your eyes at him in hopes that would distract him from the blush creeping up your neck, “Shut up! Worry about my wounds, would you?”

           He chuckled, “Yes, my queen.”

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They Haunt Me

Pieces by Andrew Belle

     I mages of what he wished were only distant nightmares flooded Connor’s mind as he lie flat on his back in the darkness of his room. Haunting sights of bloodied corpses and battle flashed before his eyes. They seemed so real; he could still audibly hear the cries of agony calling in the rain outside, the ear splitting canon fire overhead and the blinding flash of guns firing. His breath began to quicken as the visions began to consume him, groaning as he tried rubbing them from his eyes and tightening his jaw when they remained.       “Connor,” beckoned a soft, whispering voice. “Connor?” It came again, a little closer this time.      Fingers cautiously caressed his shoulder, abruptly stopping when he tensed. They felt so cold against his burning skin.      “Are you alright?” It was her voice calling to him again; calling him from the depths of his dark visions.      He found himself shaking his head, his neck muscles screaming in protest from the simple movement. He dropped his head into his hands, it suddenly feeling so much heavier than he remembered, and when did he sit up? “     Did you have a nightmare?” She asked as she tenderly rubbed his shoulders.      He winced, his body was on pins and needles and the slightest touch felt like knives against his skin. “No.” He mumbled as he shrugged away from her before standing up and making his way to the window.       She sighed, “Connor.”       He didn’t respond. His attention was focused on the raging storm outside that pounded against the windows. With each flash of light or clap of thunder he was brought back to the battles of the revolution; men charging at him with their bayonets pointed at him with cannon balls flying overhead. His skin prickled at the thought of it all.       She was by his side once again, wrapping a hand around his forearm and pulling him to face her, “I wish you would talk to me about it.”       He shook his head, “no. I do not want you to carry this burden as well.” He brushed a calloused finger against the velvety skin of her cheek, “it would not be right.”       It was her turn to shake her head now. “Let me help you, please.” She pleaded, leaning her face into his hand.       “You would think me a monster.”       “I would not. You did what had been necessary.”       He scoffed, “if it was only that easy for you to understand.”       “It is.”       His eyes scanned her face; she wanted to help him so badly that she was pained each time he denied her the chance. He pressed a warm kiss to her forehead before making way past her towards their bed. “I took the lives of many men.” He mumbled as he sat on the bed. She was there immediately, standing between his parted knees looking at him with her big Y/E/C eyes that he adored so much. “My father had been one.”      He turned to look away but she cupped his cheeks and angled his face towards her. “You had to do what was necessary,” She repeated, speaking slow but firm.      “Perhaps so.” Connor eased himself back into the bed pulling her along with him. She cautiously snuggled up to him, wrapping an arm around his torso as she tucked her head beneath his chin. His voice rumbled in her ear as he spoke, a twinge of pain on each word, “but it’s their faces that will haunt me the rest of my life Y/N and truthfully I am not so sure there is much anyone can do about it.”

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Imagine Telling Altair You’re Pregnant

     She rubbed the pair of little yellow socks between her fingers as warm thoughts and excitement buzzed around her head. He’s going to be speechless, she thought to herself as she placed them inside the small white box.       When she had found out, she knew she wanted to surprise him with it rather than just tell him. It took her a couple of days to figure out just how she had wanted to do it but she figured it out now.       She gingerly placed the yellow and white card beside the socks before she slipped on the lid and tied the light gray ribbon into a bow.       “Altair?” She called as she made her way down the stairs. There was no answer, “Al- Oh!” She exclaimed as she nearly bumped into him while rounding the corner to the kitchen.       He held a sandwich in his hand as he chewed his current mouthful. She giggled seeing a drop of mustard in the corner of his mouth and lifted her hand to wipe it.       “Yes?” He asked, pulling his face away and licking up the condiment.       Her lips curled into a smile as she lifted the small box, “I brought you a present.”       Altair looked at her quizzically and she knew he was going through the list of dates in his head thinking he forgot their anniversary or perhaps her birthday. Hesitantly, he took the box from her and began untying the perfect bow.       She could feel the excitement boiling in her chest, just wishing he would rip it open like a kid does on Christmas. He slipped the top off and placed it to the side before picking up the two items; one in each hand. The two could not have had such different expressions on their faces; she thought for sure her cheeks were going to explode from smiling and he looked at her with utter confusion.       “Open the card, silly!” She told him while motioning towards his right hand.       Without putting the socks down, he fumbled, trying to do as she said. At last he did. She knew what it said: We’re Pregnant! She had read that card over and over again in the store, wondering if she should get the: I’m Pregnant or Congrats, You’re a Dad card. In the end the nice woman at the counter had convinced her to go with the one Altair held now.       He stared at it for what seemed like an eternity and the thought of regret crossed her mind until finally he looked at her. His eyes were watery and pink but a smile teased his lips. Placing the two ‘gifts’ down on the counter he ran over to her, eagerly wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her tight. She heard him suck in a ragged breath as he buried his face deeper in her hair.       “Are you happy?” She asked, knowing the answer already. Truly she just wanted to hear his voice.       He nodded as he pulled away to look at her. “Beyond happy,” he replied as he cupped her cheeks and wiped away the tears. “A little nervous as well.”       “Altair, there’s no need to be. You’ll be a great father.” She pulled his head down and kissed his forehead. “I’m sure of it.”       He nodded, “and you’ll be a great mother.”

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Imagine a Night at the Carnival with Ezio

     She grabbed Ezio’s arm as he reached in his pocket to retrieve another dollar. “Ezio, no more. You don’t need to be spending all your money at these rigged games.” She glared at the carny who stood leaning against the rickety walls of his money pit; a smug look plastered on his face.       All these people ever want is money. I swear, these cheap looking prizes cost, maybe five dollars to make, if that and just one game for three throws costs that much and you don’t even win!       “One more, please.” He looked at her with his irresistible puppy eyes. I should be over that look by now…       “Fine,” she sighed, “but not one more dollar at this game.”       Ezio nodded and quickly stuffed his money back into his jeans. “I was getting bored of that game anyways.”       “Right.” She laughed.       “Oh! How about that one!?” He asked, pulling her excitedly towards the stand before they had walked two feet from the other stand.       “Throwing knives?” She groaned. Because that’s totally safe at a carnival with kids around.       “All I have to do is throw the knife into the bullseye.”       “That’s all?” She asked sarcastically.       “Please. It’ll be my last one.”       “One game, that’s it.”       Ezio smiled, “Deal. One game, please.”       The man eagerly took the money from Ezio’s hand before stuffing it in his apron and handing over three knives. “Here ya go, sir.”       “Can I have a good luck kiss?” Ezio asked.       She smiled at him before she stood on her tip-toes and pecked him on the lips, “good luck.”       As he stepped up to the counter, taking his time to angle himself and aim his knife, she glanced over at the attendant. He had the same smug look on his face as his coworker did. What an ass.       “Ready, Y/N?” Ezio called over his shoulder to her.       “I’m ready.”       She could hear him let out a long breath before he tossed his knife. With an audible thunk the blade sunk into the bullseye.       “Nicely done. Let’s see if you can do it again.” Snorted the carny as he yanked it out.       Ezio once again, sunk the next blade into the red circle and quickly tossed the last one landing it right beside the other with ease.       “I’ll take the large, stuffed elephant.” Ezio beamed.       Y/N looked up at stuffed elephant that was nearly the same size as her before smirking at the carny. He had been staring at Ezio, completely speechless.       “W-what did you say?” He asked.       “The elephant, please.”       “Right.” After some effort the man brought down the prize and handed it over to Ezio. “There you go. Ha-have a good night.”       “You too.” Ezio bopped Y/N in the nose with the trunk, “All I needed was that kiss I guess.”       She giggled, “sure.”

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“I need you.”

      “So, is this what you’ve become now?” Elise asked as she kicked Arno’s shoe.       He ignored her by taking another long swig from the bottle. Once again she found him sitting on the filthy streets of Paris, ragged, red-eyed and drunk. It was such a common occurrence throughout the city that no one seemed to bat an eye anymore but she knew he was better than this.       “Is this all you do now? You just abandon the Creed altogether so you can drink yourself to death.” She crouched down to his level, hoping to make eye contact but he still avoided her gaze. “Your father would be so proud,” She spat, “as would mine.”       Anger flashed across his face. “Did I hit a nerve?” Elise stood up with her arms crossed against her chest, her shadow looming over him. He rose abruptly before storming off down the street, still clutching the glass bottle in his hand. His shoulders were ridged under his shirt and his free hand clenched.       “You’re just going to stalk off now!” She yelled after him, her voice echoing in his head. “Run away from your problems, like you always do!”       She stood there for a moment; her frustration festering in her chest. “Face me you coward!” Her voice bounced slightly as she ran after him “Why won’t you even look at me!?” She asked when he rounded a corner.       “Because you’re not even real!” He screamed, throwing his booze bottle at her.       It passed through where she had been standing, hitting the ground and smashing into hundreds of pieces. Some of the local townsfolk looked at him shocked or perhaps it had been fear in their eyes but to them, he was just another drunken, delusional man.       Arno watched as the last few shards skipped across the cobblestone. Green. Just like her eyes had been. The image of her flashed across his mind before he fell to his knees. His shoulders shook as sobs quaked through his body. I can’t live like this anymore! He thought to himself ask he dropped his face into his hands. I need you.      “I need you Elise.”

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Imagine Volunteering at a Daycare with Connor

     “Those kids are going to love you.” She giggled looking at Connor who was rolling his eyes.       “That is doubtful.” He murmured while turning and glancing out the car window.       She glanced over at him puzzled, “why do you say that?” He shrugged and avoided her eyes. “Connor… You’re a big teddy bear.”       Connor shook his head before stepping out of the car. For some odd reason he had this thought in his head that the kids would be terrified of him; whether it was because his size or perhaps he thought he looked mean. Either or was ridiculous and she had to stifle her laughs countless times just this morning due to his foolish thinking.       “Hello! You must be Connor and Y/N!” Greeted a middle-aged woman. Her rosy cheeks and cheery voice brought a smile to both their faces. The sight of Connor finally smiling this morning gave her some hope that volunteering here wasn’t such a bad idea. “I’m Ms. Baker. It’s so great to meet you two! Please, come in! The children are so excited to see you.”       Y/N elbowed Connor is the ribs after hearing that one but he still looked at her with a doubtful look.       “Let me show you around!” She waved for them to follow. “Here’s the kitchen. The older kids like to help make snacks. If you make any today be sure to give everyone a chance to help. Especially if you’re baking something. I let everyone stir when we make brownies. Otherwise we get tantrums, and we don’t want none of that.”       Turning around the corner she motioned inside another room, “here’s the playroom. Everything’s color-coded and labeled so clean up is easier. Be sure to have the kids help you, we don’t want them thinking that they’ll always be picked up after, you know?”       “Ms. Baker!” Called a little girl as she ran up to meet them; wrapping her arms around the woman’s hips.       “Yes?” She asked sweetly. “Introduce yourself dear.”       She smiled excitedly up at them. “My name’s Cloe! Are these a two new helpers?”       “They are! This is Y/N and this is her friend, Connor.”       Cloe hugged Y/N, giving her a brief squeeze but stopped when she turned to Connor. “I can tell you don’t like to be hugged.” She mumbled. “Can I show you something instead?!”       Connor glanced up at Y/N with a quirked eyebrow. Seeing him bent down and utterly confused made her laugh. Say ‘yes’ she mouthed to him.       “Yes.” His voice was unsure.       “Yay!” She clapped her hands while she bounced on her toes in excitement. “Let me show you!” Cloe grabbed Connor’s hand before hauling him off into the playroom.       Y/N smiled happily seeing the kids jogging towards their new playmate.       “Shall I show you the ‘Quiet Room’?” Ms. Baker asked.       “Yeah, he’ll be fine in there.” She giggled.       After they saw the ‘Quiet Room’ where the kids read together and took their naps she was shown the craft room and the large playground out back equipped with an in-ground pool. “You folks brought your bathing suits, right?” Ms. Baker chuckled. Little did she know they actually had.       “Well, that’s the Primrose Daycare Center tour. We should probably go check on your friend.” She giggled before patting Y/N on the back.       They found him still sitting in the playroom. Y/N stood in the doorway while she watched him as he sat surrounded by various stuffed animals, toy cars, and dolls. Cloe and a little boy stood behind him trying to braid the rest of his hair while he rolled around a large dump truck. The other little boy beside him rammed it with his t-rex and laughed hysterically when Connor looked genuinely surprised.       She cleared her throat and Connor’s eyes snapped to meet hers. His cheeks almost immediately flushed and she had to purse her lips to hide her smile. “I told you so.”       He hesitated a moment for nodding his head. She’d never let him live this down. If only she had remembered to bring her phone.

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I just found your blog, and I literally went through and read every story! I love them so much! The Edward ones are priceless, I laughed my ass off. Keep up the good work!

I’m glad you liked them and thank you! Stick around, there’s more to come. :)