Sad girl hours because why is the Assassin's Creed Fandom kinda dead ?
I was looking for Connor fanfics the other day and the newest entry was like around 7 months ago. I mean yeah, I write for the 'older' Assassins up to Arno myself, and haven't done so in a hot minute. But I was kinda hoping others kept it alive a bit.
Time to take matters into my own hands again I fear.
Hiiiiii K4!!!!! Just wanted to put in a request for a fic of the assassins (any of them that you feel comfortable writing lol, but maybe Arno and Ezio and Altäir?) seeing reader (whom they have a platonic relationship with, but harboring feelings) crying, asking them what's wrong, finding out that their partner cheated on them then beating up the reader/self-insert's cheating romantic partner for them (maybe secretly, maybe with reader's consent, your choice) while deep down being glad that reader's gonna break up now and they might have a chance? Thanks so much in advance!!!!!!
WHO CARES FOR THE HEARTS OF CHEATERS?
𝔄/𝔑: Anon I'm gonna kiss your forehead for this one, I loved writing this
𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤'𝔰: Arno, Ezio, Altäir, Alexios and Shay x GN! reader (Seperate)
𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: none other then people getting their shit rocked
Arno
✮ He sees you crying and God he just can’t stand to see that, I mean the one person he really cares about is, crying! He wont stand for this!
✮ First he comforts you; he needs to make sure your ok first, then he asks what’s wrong
✮ And when you tell him it’s your partner, well ex, which cheated on you he’s more then livid
✮ I mean honestly! Who you cheat on you? You’ve been nothing but honest and loyal to them and they have the guts to cheat on you?
✮ After a while of letting the words sit in the air he asks you a question
✮ “Would you mind if they were gone?”
✮ “oh god Arno, NO!”
✮ well maybe that’s off the table then
✮ “At least let me put some sense into their head.”
✮ Well it’s better than whatever he was going to do before, so you agree
✮ He finds the person wherever they are, finds them and does God knows what to them
✮ After it all he comes back to you, covered in blood that you can only assume is not his
✮ And being the oh so kind person you are, you take care of his wounds while all he can think about is how you’re finally free from your previous partner and able to be his
✮ Maybe your partner wasn’t too bad for cheating on you if he gave Arno this opportunity
Ezio
✮ He hears you crying, trying to keep your sobs quiet but its ineffective considering he rushes into the room
✮ And through choked sobs you tell him, the person you’ve been seeing had cheated on you
✮ on you
✮ they had the fortune of being with you and they threw it away for what? Someone who probably isn’t even as perfect as you?
✮ After comforting you for a little longer he leaves through the window in the room before you can even say anything
✮ it didn’t take a detective to figure out what he was going to do
✮ After finding the poor soul that cheated on you he has a little fun
✮ after leaving the scene before people could figure out what happened he returns to you
✮ “Oh Ezio! What did you do!”
✮ “Nothing that he didn’t do to you, Cara Mia.”
✮ After that he just can’t stop smiling, I mean now you finally have room in your heart for him, and no one else
✮ expect a whole lot more forwardness and affection from him
Altäir
✮ You’re curled up on your bed, trying to keep quiet
✮ And your door creaks open, and you see Altäir just looking at you, he doesn’t move closer he just looks at you, looks at the tears streaming down your face and immediately starts asking questions
✮ “What happened? Who did this? When did it happen?”
✮ You eventually let it out that it was the person that you were seeing
✮ And he just stops mid question and realization dawns on him
✮ But why? Why you? From what he’s seen you’ve been nothing but sweet to them
✮ Then he just leaves, turns around and shuts the door behind him (how kind)
✮ Obviously he’s seen that asshole before, so it wasn’t too hard to find them
✮ and uhhhh bing bam boom ahhhh he’s all bloody and bruised!!!
✮ He comes back to you all proud, with blood on his knuckles and a smug expression
✮ “Altäir I swear to-“
✮ “He deserved it, didn’t he?”
✮ “I mean I guess I can’t complain.”
✮ And now he can do whatever attempts at flirting he wants because, who’s going to stop him?
✮ anyway be ready for some bad flirting and courting attempts
Alexios
✮ You swear you were being quiet but God, this man can just hear anything
✮ He walks in to see you wiping away your tears as fast as you can, but it doesn’t really have influence because he’s already seen them
✮ He sits down next to you, and looks at you with those eyes that are just pleading for you to explain what happened
✮ So you tell him, it comes out in pieces, interrupted by your tears and he just looks so disappointed, I mean your partner had one job and couldn’t even do that
✮ “They don’t deserve you, at all, it’s a miracle from the gods that you too got together”
✮ “You’re too kind Alexios, honestly”
✮ “Now about them, do you think the god would favor them or me in a fight?”
✮ “Honestly who could beat you… wait why are you asking? WAIT COME BACK!”
✮ He’s already gone and all you can do is hope he doesn’t kill them
✮ And a few hours later he comes back, eerily calm and composed
✮ “Alexios what did you do.”
✮ “What? Me? Nothing I’m innocent”
✮ “You’re such a bad liar.”
✮ “They’re… Alive.”
✮ “Oh! Well that’s a relief-“
✮ “Just won’t be able to eat solid food for around a month.”
✮ “WHAT”
✮ Oh what are you going to do with him? (MAYBE YOU SHOULD KISS HIM)
Shay
✮ It’s an enjoyable day, honestly, the waters are calm, and sailing is smooth
✮ But your heart aches, the one you ‘loved’ didn’t love you
✮ you’re leaning on the railing of the Morrigan and contemplating everything that you’ve ever known
✮ And then shay comes down from wherever he was and just stops in his tracks
✮ His eyes stuck on your tears
✮ “quit lookin…”
✮ “Sorry it’s just that you’re crying on a perfectly beautiful day.”
✮ “Well love aint shit”
✮ After you explain to him through a blur of tears that your ‘one and only’ cheated on you he looks so done
✮ “your tellin me that good for nothing partner of yours cheated on you, woooow who saw that coming?”
✮ “You’re so good at making me feel better, Shay.”
✮ “my pleasure”
✮ But after that he starts to seriously comfort you, it’s a little scary how good he is at this.
✮ And then he just turns around like nothing happened, starts walking to the other side of the ship
✮ But that doesn’t change the fact your stuck on a ship with that cheating ex of yours
✮ After a while you hear from the crew that the captain has taken things into his own hands and personally beaten the ever living shit out of your ex, how kind!
✮ You run down to see what’s happening and just see Shay looking down at your ex, who doesn’t look to good
✮ He turns around to see you and just gives you an awkward smile
𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 :: none; unless you're afraid of flora(..?)
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 :: For one this had MANY rewrites because I wanted to keep it short enough while still covering all the main points(?). Also, there are SO many meanings to flowers out there — but for the sake of fiction we're only going to include the romantic aspects that I got arharharh enjoy
ALTAÏR
There was some initial.. indifference, towards flowers in general as they weren't much of importance in his line of work— that is unless someone manages to conjure a flower species directly related to Pieces of Eden. But regardless, if he was to do something with flowers, it would be rather difficult to grow them up in sweet old Masyaf unless they're specifically adapted to grow in harsh, mountainous climates.
And yet somehow (S/o) still managed to integrate the special tongue into the two’s relationship, having to endure Altaïr’s initial confusion at the bouquets and dried flowers they had along, and then his reasoning on why he doesn't see the need behind using them. BUT he eventually got the gist that this wasn't about practicality. Just affection.
After having skimmed through all kinds of meanings behind flowers the both of them could get hands on, next to his trial and error on understanding the language (and his instances of messaging an insult at you on accident), it had become this almost regular exchange of Damascus Jasmines: a sign of love, with an additional statement of how they feel home with each other.
EZIO
It's no surprise that he would know that there is meaning behind flowers — look how roses came to be the symbols of love and Aphrodite! And for years he has gifted them to women as a show of his interest and a way to woo them into an interaction with him. That also applied to meeting his now beloved. So it wasn't difficult for (S/o) to introduce more flowers; more different ways to arrange them; the vast range of meanings each of the flowers carry and how they can vary from place to place—
Getting back to roses, as classic as they are, he didn't want to exchange any with (S/o) the more committed their relationship became. He has seen the potential other flowers carry and what definition his beloved had given to a bouquet of varying flowers as means of conveying a message. Roses can be defined as love and passion by the flower language, but everybody knows that. In a way, they are too generic for him to show what (S/o) means to him. He's dissatisfied. He wants to do something different, especially per the encouragement of (S/o) to experiment.
So he sticks to sending sunflowers: as easy as they are to cultivate in Italy, they mean happiness, longevity, and loyalty, always arriving into the hands of his love as yellow and orange as the radiance of the burning Sun.
RATONHNHAKÉ:TON
He had once put in the work to get flowers so a friend had some for his courting, but to be frank he hadn't used the flowers in any decorative way after that; mostly making use of them as herbal medicine or spice or flower-based tea. So when (S/o) introduced flower arrangement and meanings behind flowers, he wasn't shy to point out how they also benefit them both in their endeavors.
Although it was pretty evident his beloved struggled with self-satisfaction in terms of how the flowers are: they were pretty used to working with much more colorful and unique flowers, but it felt like Colonial America has it all too bland. It wasn't like they could just get more vibrant flowers from Europe either, especially with how pricey it was to deliver them and how long it took to arrive!
So he resorted to finding what local flora North America has which (S/o) has pointed out: Black-Eyed Susans; Honeysuckles; Vervains, and else. The ones he doesn't recognize make him wonder just what meaning they have, and what are their names (a rare occurrence)
But in terms of what flowers he'd present, he had traveled West to acquire seeds in an attempt to grow Columbines in the Homestead, particularly to gift them in compositions of three: an arrangement having come to mean faith, hope, and love.
EDWARD
Now as much as he has gifted flowers to people dear to him— like his daughter and so— one cannot deny he does NOT give much of a fuck about flowers unless they are mighty expensive to grow, let alone to get hands on. Because, you know.. pai-ruh-see 🏴☠️
So it wasn't a surprise when he looked at (S/o) funny when they were picky about their (albeit limited) flower choice when they once traded in Nassau. And as much as he was hearing out their reasoning, he briefly had a headache trying to wrap his head around all this new information on what can this flora stand for and what message can that flower convey. He usually just went for what looks pretty and his person of choice might like and that's it.
Although a question did arise that could aquatic plants have any kind of meanings applied to them — so at times he comes across water streams and picks up a Calla Lily or a Lotus to hand (S/o) when he sees them – and from there he’d get a yet another headache that colors of the petals are a factor in definition as well.
He’d take note how land flowers are incredibly vibrant as well, at least in the islands of the Caribbean he traverses in; ranging from the pink Hibiscuses to Barbados Lilies. His first choice, though, out of all of them is to gift his beloved yellow bells – a shrub flower, yes, but their trumpet-like blossoms symbolize joy, new beginnings, and promises of happiness: something that he strives to achieve for the both of them.
ARNO
He is pretty aware that flowers have an importance in courting people; also that roses are very often used in that process: I mean, what kind of a City of Romance would Paris be if roses weren’t a commonplace?
Although when it came to his (S/o), flowers weren’t at first only a subject of courting: with their vast knowledge on flowers in the first place, Arno also made some use of it within his salon. Certain flowers had come to resemble the fleeting seasons, and also an incoming holiday if there was one: French Daisies had decorated the tables of Café Théâtre at the start of spring to resemble this new season; Daffodils are always set out around St. Patrick’s Day to symbolize good luck; and Panicle Hydrangeas are placed in celebration of autumn. And hey they also had come to be useful in the kitchen, as the herbs (S/o) provided added to the dishes and also included new items into the menu, now having flower-based teas and all, like lavender and chamomile.
What he does with their flower language can entirely vary from the events that he went through. If we only look at before tragedy, he could put much work into what flower bouquets he’d gift to (S/o), and he’d have no problem with making them either as subtle or grand as he wanted them to be. Next to the obvious choice of roses, there were times he’d gift his lover daisies, the particularly blue ones resembling long-term commitment and trust. He can’t ask much from them or crack a joke wondering when will he get a flower or a few: he can simply embrace them, and he’d receive the comforting smell of so many flowers that he might get dizzy.
JACOB
He's heard of the flower language, but he doesn't use it: at least not the way one would expect in the Victorian Era, a time when flower language was in fact standardized as public affection was frowned upon.
As much as (S/o) does put care into their flowers of choice, they mostly do it as a purpose of gifting. Jacob, however, has started to use it as means of conveying a message or information, a certain arrangement of varying flowers being capable of carrying on much about anything if done right: it can look silly, yes, but because of how common the language of flora is at the time, he's aware he can use it to his advantage.
.. He and his beloved may and may not also use it to entertain themselves: just to rouse a reaction out of unknowing spectators, they give, they toss, they full on throw bouquets at each other with a vast range of meanings behind each; one time making a show of absolute devotion to one another, and the other conveying disgust, initiating an emotional rollercoaster out of bystanders: all while the culprits disappear behind a corner while cackling together.
But sometimes, aside the Assassin duties and their shared antics, Jacob just prefers to hear what (S/o) has to say about a flower or so, occasionally coming from a patrol to sit down with a couple flowers and hear what they mean, much to the delight of his beloved. Or he comes to embrace them from behind, holding a precious flora as a means of apology for leading a Blighter to their doorstep when he was chased by one.
He also likes to put in the work sometimes to cut from the stem a little and make sure the flower bud sits behind (S/o)’s ear, being able watch them laugh and try to improve its placement. His favourite choice is flowers from heliotropes; standing for heartfelt adoration he has for them.
EVIE
Oh she knows really well about the language; she likely has had occasional exchanges or one sided confessions with these bouquets after all. It's just that she hasn't been able to incorporate it much to her life the busier she came with the London Assassin Brotherhood.
It's probable that she'd take on delivering information via flora as well: as commonplace the flower tongue is, it would be hard to suspect anything about them. Although there's doubt that she'd do those arrangements just for the purpose of aesthetics. It's appealing to see (S/o) do so, however, having gained a first impression on that outside London with an arrangement of Cornflowers, Chamomiles, and some Wheat: no, it did not have any meaning behind this bunch of petals.
There was this brief idea that a flower shop would make it easier for her beloved to do what they love; becoming a full time florist and regularly being able to put in their work. But by the words of (S/o), she had to realize them practicing the language of flowers in pursuit of profit would only drain them, losing the passion for in the process.
So by agreement they only stick to sending information to cooperators, and also sharing a private kiss while giving each other a pair of white and red chrysanthemums, white meaning loyalty and red meaning joy and love.
EIVOR
HERBS. That's his knowledge on flowers summarized. He has made tea out of them to warm his body in colder days; he has collected them by the request of the Seer and villagers in need; he has used them as means of medicine as well.
Eivor would have (S/o) tell him the advantages of, or at least identify, unrecognizable flora in their travels to England — obviously to end up not ingesting something poisonous, not wanting to do what could've been so easily prevented.
He did become intrigued over his lover’s particular interest in flowers, especially the supposed meaning behind them. It wouldn't be surprising to see him return to Ravensthorpe with some herbs, having picked out a certain flower he saw on the way and hear out what it stands for. And of course from there he received the shock of how varying their meanings can be, having recalled the same flower having a completely different symbolism back in Norway.
He more regularly, if given the opportunity, comes back with a small bundle of snowdrops, symbolizing hope, new beginnings, and the overcoming challenges, the beginnings parts being especially suitable for the springtime they bloom in.
Hi! I really hope it's okay (I don't know if you have rules, if so I didn't found them) but could I requests headcanons for Connor and Altaïr comforting their sad s/o? I had to put down my dog recently, I had him for 12 years, he was my only comfort in my home and I feel so lonely without him, I know he isn't suffering anymore but I miss him so much. I hope you have a good day/night 💕
I had to put my childhood cat down over a month ago so I understand how you feel hun ❤️
Connor:
When the news of the death of your furry friend came to his ears, Connor is quick to his feet to find you.
He never had a pet growing up but he was fond of the rez dogs that hung around his childhood home. He'd often play or hunt with them and grew fond of the furry creatures over time.
He knows the pain of losing one and it hurts like hell.
He is strong for you, however. Connor will do anything you ask to make yourself feel more grounded after losing your fur baby.
Connor will help you bury them should you wish to do so.
Will stay with you no matter how long you stay at their burial. He doesn't move until you're ready to leave.
Altair
He really isn't a pet person but he loves your fur baby the second they come into his life.
It hit him hard as well when the news came that it was time to let them go. They had a good life with the two of you but time had unfortunately gotten to a point of zero.
Altair was the one who carried them to the car and into the vets. He doesn't leave your side during the entire thing.
He is a man of not many words and hides his feelings well, but he can't help but shed a tear when your beloved pet takes its last breath.
He holds you tightly and gives you kisses on your forehead to try and comfort you first before himself.
Once home, he takes it upon himself to make the burial site.
Like Connor, he stays with you until you're ready to go back inside and spends the rest of the evening with you in his arms.
He tells you that you loved the fur baby with everything you had, gave them a loving home and cherished their lives. Their death was a coming thing that couldn't be avoided. Now they have other animals on the other side to play with, forever happy.
Spent all day washing my hair, making banana bread, baking it, braiding my hair with no time in-between to daydream about Toby, Capitano, Kurt, Remy, Tim, Jack, Altair, Ezio whatsoever. What a tiring day
Hi how are you I hope I'm not bothering you but is it OK if I ask headcanons for Altaïr from Assassins Creed with a south asian reader who's really smart but are weak physically thank you ignore this if you would like
Sure thing! Love Altair 💕
200 days of spring and summer
He’s naturally a curious person so intense line of questioning is his way of “flirting”
Always asking questions about your home and where you’ve come from
Teaching him words, songs of your language
Likely, your clothes are striking to him as well given the plain Assassin robes
Philosophy is his wooing and he interprets you telling him folk stories as an intimate gesture
However, if you feel you cannot fight, don’t beat yourself up too much.
Since he’s taken such a liking to you, Altair tries to compliment you in his own obscure way
“Wisdom itself is its own tool. And you have sharpened and molded your own with time”
He tries to keep you close by having you work in the Bureau with Malik
