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moonlightguardianmoon · 3 years

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Assassin's creed headcanon

Jealousy Pt. 1

In the assassin's creed household Altair, Ezio and Connor were sitting at the dining room table talking to one another, while close by in the living Jacob, Evie and Edward were watching T.V. Rebecca and Shaun both then walked into the house with groceries.

Rebecca: Hey, we're back from the store.

Ezio: saluti.

Altair: salam.

Connor: hey.

Evie: Welcome back.

Shaun: well the house isn't on fire so I'm assuming nothing of particular interest has happened yet.

Jacob: Oh! Shaun, Rebecca! Did you guys get anymore-

Rebecca: *puts the groceries down the kitchen counter* yes, it's in the grocery bag that I just put down.

Jacob: yes! *hops off the couch from the back and runs over to the kitchen and shuffles through the back*

Altair: what are you even looking for?

Jacob: *pulls out a bag of talkies* these babies!

Ezio: chips?

Edward: not just any chips lad. There spicey chips!

Jacob: Talkies!

Connor: talkies...

Shaun: you do know that the spice and flavoring is all artificial right? And those chips are more unhealthier to eat than a fast food meal, right?

Jacob: you know it's things like that, that get you uninvited to hang out with a large number of us right? *opens the bag of talkies and eats one*

Evie: Shaun makes a good point though Jacob.

Jacob: *shrugs and just continues to eat them*

Connor: can we try one, Jacob?

Jacob: Sure. *pulls out another bag and yeets it over to Connor*

Connor: *opens the bag and pulls one out* ... they look ok to me. *eats it*

Connor is caught a little off guard by how unnaturally hot it was but seemed to be fine with it.

Connor: Wow, that is a little hot.

Ezio: that's what she-

Altair: Don't. Don't even start with that Ezio. Not again for the 1,000 time this week alone.

Ezio: ... *shrugs* may I try one too?

Connor: go on ahead.

Ezio pulls out a talki and eats it was well, expecting it ahead of time, the spice however still got him a bit more than Connor.

Ezio: *coughs a bit* wow that is hot- *coughs* ... but tasty regardless.

Jacob: right! It hurts your mouth and stomach like hell, but it's addicting as such. *eats another one*

Ezio: Si. *looks over at Altair hands hand him the bag* you want to try one mentor?

Altair: ... *sighs* fine. *pulls out a chip and puts it in his mouth*

Altair had a bit of a similar reaction like Connor but seemed like he handled it a bit better.

Jacob: so what do you think?

Altair: hm... well, you're right about it being a bit addicting. Hm... definitely has a good spice kick for some artificially made. *pulls out a napkin*

Edward: Heh, looks like Altair is more fun then Shaun.

Rebecca: *wheezes*

Shaun: wow, what a compliment.

Edward: well it was more to Altair then to you, but ok.

Altair: *puts the napkin to his mouth and spits out the chip* However I will say that the chip isn't all that good. I don't like the chip part.

Jacob: what!? *rushes over to the dinning room table* I mean ya the powder is the best part, but the whole chip is what puts it all together! I mean... why spit out the chip with out the powder!?

Altair: *shrugs* I don't know, just taste off to me. *pulls out another talki, puts it in his mouth and spits in the napkin again*

Shaun: oh God he does it too.

Rebecca: *catches her breath* well I mean, it makes sence since their both related.

Connor: pardon?

Ezio: what do you mean?

Shaun and Rebecca both look at each other for a moment before looking back at the group.

Shaun: ... you ever seen Desmond eat a talki before in person?

Desmond: *comes down stairs* Hey guys- ah sweet you bought more talkies! *walks over to the table* Mind if I have one?

Altair: go ahead.

Desmond: Cool. *pulls out a talki and does the same thing Altair did* I like the powder, but I don't like the chip.

Jacob: WHY!?!?

Evie: *griminces a little*

Edward: Wow

Connor: ... I see what you mean now.

Ezio: ... what...

Desmond: what?

Shaun: you are disgusting.

Desmond: what!? That's just how I eat them, the chip is disgusting!

Altair: see he gets it. *pulls out another talki and does the same as before*

Desmond: ya, you see, Altair does it too, so why can't I?

Jacob: You both are RUINING TALKIS FOR ME!!!

Altair: *dead pan face* ... *slowly pulls out a talki puts it in his mouth then shortly spitting it out in a napkin* ... I don't care.

Jacob: >=(

Rebecca: Shau, Jacob just let them have their bond, plus you know what they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree... quite literally in this situation.

Shaun: true, besides, not like you can even tell the difference anyway.

Altair: ... what?

Desmond: what are you saying? That we're identical?

Evie: well... I mean... don't get me, wrong Mentor, Desmond, buy Yes. You both have some rather different hobbies and opinions... but as the days and months go by, you both are starting to share rather similar habits and thought processes.

Altair: we are not that alike.

Connor: she's not wrong.

Desmond: maybe in looks but, nah man there's no way.

Edward: I don't know. I mean, at this rate Desmond you might end up being no fun like Altair. *laughs*

Jacob: *W H E E Z E S*

Desmond: *dead pan* do you both want free drinks at the bar every time you come into my work place?

Edward and Jacob: *sighs* yes...

Desmond: that's what I thought.

Altair: Heh.

Both Desmond and Altair do a fist bump.

Ezio: ...

Desmond: all we do is just hang out sometimes, nothing much.

Altair: *nods in agreement*

Both Desmond and Altair grab another Talki and put it in their mouths and then spitting it out in a napkin. With Altair put the napkin to his mouth while Desmond wasn't as discreet as Altair was about it.

Shaun: can you two not, pls. It's disgusting.

Altair and Desmond: shut up Shaun, you don't hear any of us complaining about your constant bathroom trips from the amount of tea you drink.

Everyone: O_o . . .

Desmond: . . .

Altair: . . .

Ezio: ...

Everyone in the room was silent as both Altair and Desmond looked at each other surprised.

Desmond: . . . that was werid.

Altair: agreed.

Rebecca: Huh? The Apple really doesn't fall that far from the tree...

Evie: I don't think it fell at all...

Jacob: SEE! You two are the same!

Altair: It was just a one-time random coincidence. It means nothing.

Desmond: ya that doesn't mean anything.

Rebecca: Mhm sure~ it doesn't mean anything. *snikers*

Jacob and Edward: *snickering and wheezing*

Altair: oh, Ha ha, very funny.

Desmond: ok, name one thing that me and Altair have in common besides our looks.

Shaun: easy, so easy I can make an entire shopping list and/or thesis about it, but I'll stick with three. One, you both do that *points to Altair*

Altair: *spits out the talki in a napkin* ...

Shaun: two, you both take Uno way too bloody serious.

Desmond: Shaun Uno makes everyone angry, that one doesn't count.

Shaun: ok, how about the fact you both are extremely sarcastic.

Rebecca: you both like rock music.

Shaun: and both have the ridiculous audacity of blasting it at full max volume when given the chance!

Jacob: and I keep getting blamed for it! Thanks for that by the way! Altair!

Altair: no regrets here.

Evie: you both also like to play that one racing game on the Xbox thingy.

Desmond: seriously how are you so good at it Altair.

Altair: real-world experience.

Shaun: so driving at top speed, jumping over bridges, and driving like a maniac mixed with Vin Diesel.

Altair: it's all about family Shaun.

Desmond: Hell ya.

Rebecca: also how the hell do you not get a single scratch on any vehicle while doing any of that?

Altair: *shrugs*

Shaun: ok well back on topic you both are still alike.

Desmond and Altair: Shut the f@#$ (allaena) up Shaun... Damn it!

Rebecca: ... *wheezes* HA HAAA!!!

Shaun: oh my god...

Evie: *chuckles*

Jacob and Edward: *dying on the floor laughing*

Connor: *chuckles* so you two still aren't convinced?

Ezio: . . .

Desmond and Altair: it's not funny! ... Sh*t (alqarf)!

Rebecca: Oh come on you two I think it's kind of cute, it just shows, that you two have a strong bonding together.

Ezio: . . .

Desmond and Altair: *annoyed low growl*

Jacob and Edward: ... *laughing more on the floor*

Shaun: *wheezing*

Rebecca: *giggling*

Connor: *chuckles* ... huh?

Ezio: ...

Connor: Ezio?

Ezio: ...

Connor: ... huh? Ezio?

Ezio: . . .

Connor: Hello? Ezio?

Ezio: . . .

Connor: ... *sighs* EZIO!

Ezio: Hm!? What!? ...

Connor: Uhm... you ok? You've been staring at Altair and Desmond for an uncomfortably long time... you ok?

Ezio: Si... I'm... I'm fine...

Connor: ...are you sure?

Ezio: *looks back at Desmond and Altair* ...

As the group chuckles and laughs they two soon begin to talk with one another, seeming to chuckle amongst themselves while everyone else around them were starting to settle down. The two seemed to enjoy each other's company.

Ezio: . . . Si. . . I'm fine. . .

OOOOOOOOOO-

Looks like Ezio's feeling a little left out.

Yes

It has been sometime cause Tumblr wasn't letting me finsh some of the stuff I had untill the update came in, so everything should be working now. Unfortunately school is back up again, hopefully I'll still have time to work on stuff sorry for the wait everyone. Hope you enjoyed this headcanon and stay safe 😎👋🌙

Part 2 now out

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storytimefromthecreed · 4 years

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The Other Side of the War

When one steps into the Animus, in the time it takes for the world to appear, everything is grey. That’s what it was like right now. Searching the horizon for the world to appear, Desmond searched the grey and found that this was not the case. It remained ever present, and panic shot through him. Something was wrong. Maybe the Animus glitched? Maybe something had happened to the rest of the team, and he was stuck in that damn chair?

If he had a heart, it would be hammering. That should’ve confirmed the thing he dreaded most was true. Perhaps, when you get there, this is what you have to figure out on your own.

As the memories resurfaced, he pieced through his day. Did he need more time with Connor? He’d thought he’d finished his story. Oh. They had. They’d found what needed finding. He remembered waking up and wishing he had coffee. Juno, the face of his family as he pushed them away, the burning. It was the most painful thing he’d ever felt in his entire life. “Maybe that’s why it killed me.” Taken aback that he’d spoken the words, Desmond looked around once more. For a world that would never build.

Of course, he would wind up in hell.

Falling to the ground with a sob, Desmond sat and pulled his knees to his chest. For a moment, he just sat there and wept. Then, he yelled into the void, “I’ve done a lot of bad things in my life!” There was no echo. “I’ve lied, cheated, stole. Hell, I’ve even killed, but you know what?” He waited, what for? He wasn’t sure. Maybe the Devil would show his face or God would smite him. “I’d do it all again! Ok? I fought for good, for the lives of the innocent, for the right to choose, and I’d do it again!” Nothing happened, and so Desmond returned to his crying.

A beam of light appeared a few steps away, like someone had drawn a curtain. The beam grew until a shadow formed inside it, and Desmond braced himself for a fight. He was an Assassin, after all.

He plopped down beside him and offered him a hand. Gold eyes twinkling at the sight of him. “God, I must be really handsome for my line to turn out as it has.” Desmond knew that voice, had spoken it, and yet it should be impossible for this person to be before him. His life was always filled with impossibilities. “Des-mound.” His accent was thick and made Desmond smile. “It’s really good to finally meet you.” Taking his hand, Altair helped him up. “Now, without delay! I had to fight the others to be first in line, and I’m sure they’re going to be mad if we’re late.” He’d began to make a step but stopped when he saw Desmond paled.

“The others?” He asked.

Altair nodded, “Yes. The other Assassins.” Now, he smiled, “We’ve been watching the adventure you’ve been on, and I have to say, Des-mound. We…we’re all so proud.”

“Proud?” Desmond pulled his arm away and cradled it against his chest. It should’ve been burned, and yet his tattoos were in perfect condition. “How can you be proud of me? I died. I made the wrong call. I…I lost.”

A hand went to his shoulder, and he looked up to see Altair giving him a soft smile, “Des-mound, a friend once told me what I am going to tell you. War is endless, it is a cycle between good and evil. It is, and always shall be. We make war on others and they in turn make war on us. Now, that’s not saying that it’s hopeless or not worth fighting, all it is saying is that there are no winners and losers. There simply is. As long as you fight for truth, for good, you’ll always win.” Tears sprang into Desmond’s eyes, and Altair felt a pang of sorrow. Maybe Connor and Ezio were right. They were better with their words and never would’ve made Desmond cry. Just as he was about to say this, Desmond wiping his face and finally smiled.

“Thank you, Altair.”

Swiftly, Altair pulled him in a hug. Shock colored Desmond’s face when Altair let him go, to which he said, “I’ve always wanted to do that. Now, tell me, are we ready?”

“Let’s do it, Gramps.” At this new nickname, Altair swung his arm over Desmond’s shoulders, and they started walking into the light. Scared, Desmond put his arm around Altair’s shoulders, and they stepped in.

Everything was white, and nothing existed save for Altair’s weight beside him. It made Desmond brave. Then, suddenly, there was a, “He’s HERE!! DESMOND!!” Heaven looked nothing like how he thought it would. There were no harps or clouds, but plenty of angels. As his eyes searched the room, he recognized some familiar faces amongst the strangers.

A woman with bright red hair looked him up and down before nodding her approval, the man with a ponytail gave him a small wave. Maria looked between him and Altair, hands clasped in excitement, and Malik stood by her. He looked different when he wasn’t yelling. His face kinder when he smiled.

Breaking apart from the crowd was someone Desmond would know anywhere. Ezio made his way before him and offered a hand, his mouth opening and closing before he finally spat out, “Hi. I’m Ezio.”

Chuckled, Desmond opened his arms, and Ezio walked right in. “I know who you are, Ezio, and it’s so good to finally meet you.” As they pulled away, Ezio held him at arm’s length and looked him over with tears in his eyes. “I can’t imagine how frustrating it was working through the veil and not knowing the whole story.”

“I’d love to hear it from the source, that is,” Ezio looked sheepish, “if you wouldn’t mind?”

“I’d love that, Grandpa.”

“Hey now, don’t go calling just anyone Gramps.” Altair pouted with a cross of his arms.

“Ignore him,” Maria stood before Desmond now, offered a hand. “He thinks the whole world revolves around him.” With her snark passing, she gazed down at him gently. “You probably don’t know who I am, but I know so much of you, Desmond. It’s truly wonderful having you here.”

“Maria Thorpe.” Demond gave her a hug too. “I know you.”

An argument had broken out between Ezio and Altair behind them, but they ignored them. “Oh,” Maria turned bright red. “You do? Well, I can explain. You see, in the beginning….actually, I’m sure I’ll have time to explain everything later.”

“I’m his Prophet.”

“I’m his Gramps!”

“I’m Connor.” The voice made Desmond turn and look up, all the way up, until he found warm by eyes.

Desmond leapt, “Ratonhnhake:ton!” He offered a handshake, “I just finished a session with you, and there’s so many things I have to ask.”

“A session?” Connor took his hand, and Desmond shook it eagerly.

“Yea! In the Animus. So, what happened to the Homestead? Where did the turkey go? How do you feel about the current state of America?”

“Uhhhh….”

“Sorry,” Desmond laughed, “Got a bit ahead of myself, didn’t I?”

“It’s understandable.” Connor assured him, “But the turkey? He lived a long, happy life, and died of natural causes, I promise you. Here, there’s some people you have to meet!”

Meeting Haytham was strange, but meeting Haytham’s Assassin/pirate father was even stranger. “What do you mean you never got to go through my life?” Edward huffed, angrily fluffing a pillow for Desmond. “These two,” he waved the pillow between Haytham and Connor, Haytham flinched. “Wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for me.”

“Maybe it’s because you pissed away the head start the Assassins had worked thousands of years for?” Arno sipped his coffee.

Desmond wheeled to Edward. “That was you?!”

“Aye, get off it, all of you. Don’t go embarrassing me in front of my grandson, you hear?” Edward mumbled.

“But I’m the Gramps!” Altair called from the kitchen.

The day was spent catching up, as well as a family can with eras between them, and Desmond’s mind wandered back to his family in the land of the living. He hoped they were safe and knew he he’d be waiting for them when it was their time.

Until then, he was in wonderful company. What’s the worst that can happen with all the Assassins living under one roof?

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xazz · 3 years

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Okay now that I’m not always on the cusp of passing out from anemia we can get back to writing and posting

Pairing: AltMal, Altair+Desmond Rating: Explicit Tags: vampires, romance, servant AU, music AU, fluff, angst, flangst Status: WIP

As before Tumblr gets updated before AO3, meanwhile Patreon is like 40k words ahead of everyone. Like Malik and Altair have fucked already lol

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Altair was woken with a start to the sound of a slamming door. His eyes popped open and he didn’t know where he was. Then he looked next to him and saw a window, the curtains drawn. It was pitch black out.

He sat bolt upright, all the blood leaving his face.

He’d slept too late. He needed to go get Desmond. Oh the mistress would be furious with him! He was about to scramble out of bed when he realized he wasn’t alone in the bed.

Sitting on top of the comforter, was Desmond. “Altear,” he said when he saw Altair was awake.

“Desmond- what are you doing here— oh where am I?” He looked around in confusion. He was in a lovely bedroom. It hit him like a beam of wood. He was in Malik’s bed. The foreign vampire had insisted he take it and he sleep in the sarcophagus.

“Altear, plaw,” Desmond said.

“Not now,” he said gently. “Just a moment. I-“ he got out of bed as a figure stepped into the doorway. He froze but relaxed somewhat when he saw it was Malik.

“Ah, apologies. Did the door wake you? I didn’t think of that,” he said. Malik was unusually flushed, his skin ruddy and warm looking.

“I should have been up,” Altair said. “What’s he doing here?”

“I brought him here of course,” Malik said. “He’s been fed, its the one thing that useless mother of his does for him,” Malik rolled his eyes.

Altair remembered the conversation from last night. “Did— you talk with my masters?” he asked nervously. It would explain the slamming door and Malik being flushed from an argument.

“I did,” Malik said calmly. “We do not see eye to eye on how to treat the help.” His eyes narrowed. “But that’s not your problem.”

“... Am I going to be punished for what you did?”

“What? No. Why would you? William knows it was my idea alone.”

Altair breathed a sigh of relief. “Altear, plaw,” Desmond said.

“Desmond, I just woke up. Give me a moment here,” he said. Desmond folded his little arms. He ran his hands through his hair trying to think. “What now then?” he asked Malik. He knew Malik had ideas already. “Will you let me alone?”

“Am I such a bother?”

“I would have rather been ignorant than know what you told me,” Altair said. “I can never unknow this now. I know my stay here at the castle will be a long one. And your stay will end before that. I wish you hadn’t told me about the cellar.”

Malik frowned and he walked into his bedroom properly. “You deserve to know, and be treated with some damn dignity.”

“They already basically kidnapped me, Malik. I have no dignity left,” Altair said loudly. “You think I wanted to come here? I had a life, a livlihood. I’m my father’s only child. If he dies before this is over there will be no more luthiers in the valley,” he rubbed his face miserably.

“Do they know that?”

“They don’t care,” Altair said weakly. “They’ll care in twenty years when no more instruments are made and the ones around become broken and no one can fix them and their parties will be only full of brass and percussion. Fiddle players will keep their instruments carefully but they’ll eventually become warped with time and age and wet and they won’t sound right anymore.” Altair sighed deeply. “But right now they don’t care the only heir to the luthier family in the valley is here, in the castle, raising their son because they won’t.” He hugged himself.

Malik came closer. “Can I do anything-

“No,” he sat on the bed miserably. “No one can do anything. I’m stuck here until Desmond is big enough. Who knows when that will be,” he looked at Desmond.

“Plaw,” he said.

Altair sighed. “Alright. I need to go get the violin-

“Oh, I brought it,” Malik said and nodded to next to him. Altair looked and the case was there. “I figured you’d want it.”

“Thank you,” Altair picked it up and put it on the bed. Malik sat on the end of the bed as he tightened the bow and tuned the strings, listening carefully as he turned the pegs. It needed only slight adjustment each time, as he loosened the strings some at night so they wouldn’t have too much tension on them.

“Plaw, plaw!” Desmond cried happily. He immediately became quiet when Altair drew the bow across the strings in a rich chord. He closed his eyes and like last night started with the lullaby with a flourish before breaking off into some riffs he didn’t remember as soon as he played them. But they sounded good. That’s all the two vampires cared about, that they sounded good, they didn’t care if Altair played an actual song or not.

He played for a while before his stomach started to complain quietly. He pulled the bow across one last time as he opened his eyes. Desmond was watching with wide eyes of amazement. Malik was watching with equal intensity. “No,” Desmond complained.

“Yes. I’m hungry,” he told Desmond.

“Plaw, plaw.”

“Later,” Altair put the violin away. He then picked Desmond up and grabbed the case. “We’ll be off now,” he told Malik. “Thank you for letting me sleep here, sir. But please, leave me alone.” Malik frowned at him but he didn’t care if he’d hurt the vampire’s feelings. He’d single handedly upturned Altair’s entire life by telling him he was being treated like less than livestock and he had a miserable existence to look forward to for years to come.

He put the violin in Desmond’s room and carried the child down to the kitchen. Desmond busied himself investigating all the lower cabinets while Altair had a cold pasta salad. It had been in the cool box a while too long and was mushy. It tasted awful. He didn’t finish it and just put his face in his hand tiredly.

Why did this have to happen to him?

He looked down when Desmond pulled on his shirt. “What is it, Desmond?” he asked quietly, looking at the little vampire boy. Desmond made a motion like he was hungry. Of course he was. Just what Altair needed. To look at one of those damn vampires who lied to his face and ask them to go get Desmond a meal from the ‘livestock’. Yeah. Sure.

“Are you really hungry or are you bored huh? You had breakfast just a little while ago,” Altair said and combed Desmond’s bangs from his eyes gently. Desmond just shrugged.

He wasn’t going to ask a vampire for help. He just pushed himself to his feet and stuck one of the chickens. Desmond wouldn’t care and his parents wouldn’t know. Not like Desmond would tell them. Desmond still drank out of the big syringe, not quite coordinated enough to drink from a cup and Altair didn’t feel like cleaning up all the blood when he spilled. He put Desmond in his lap and fed him thinking about what to do.

Moonlight slanted through the thick window into the kitchen. It was well and truly dark out. Dawn was a long way away but he didn’t think it was so late yet really. Once Desmond had finished Altair left the kitchen through the side door and looked down the mountain. Castlesong still had lights on down below.

“Desmond,” Altair called. “You want to play?”

“Plaw!” Desmond jumped over to him, his useless little wings fluttering behind him excitedly.

Altair wanted a fresh, hot, meal damnit. “Okay. C’mon,” and he grabbed Desmond’s hand. “We’re going to go see the people.”

“Pople?” Desmond asked.

“Yes,” Altair stepped outside.

“Awwwww,” Desmond looked up. It occurred to Altair then that he’d never taken Desmond outside before. “Altear,” he pointed up at the stars and the moon.

“That’s the moon, and the stars,” Altair said. Desmond jumped like he wanted to fly but his insectoid wings were far too weak to carry him. Altair just smiled and led him down the stairs away from the castle.

On the road he hoisted Desmond up so he didn’t trip and continued the walk down to the town. Desmond reached up trying to grab the moon and Altair just chuckled. At least his wings had curled back up against his back.

It was late enough that the pub was mostly empty except for the lag abouts and drunks. A half asleep bard was in the corner plucking at his guitar, slumpee over the fat belly of the instrument. Altair sat with Desmond at a booth so he could lock the boy against the wall. Desmond’s mouth was open and he was staring all around in wonder at the building.

The maid came over, looked like she had a snide remark but noticed the vampire sitting next to Altair. Even if she didn’t know Desmond’s teeth still barely fit in his little mouth and hung open they were like little jagged knives behind his lips. She didn’t say anything at all. Altair just ordered the stew and bread, fresh bread, and an ale. The maid retreated, casting a look over her shoulder at Desmond as she left, white as a ghost.

“This place is neat huh?” Altair asked Desmond, propping his chin up with a fist. “It’s called a pub. Can you say pub?”

“Pup,” Desmond said, popping the second p.

“Pub,” Altair said back, popping the b instead.

Desmond giggled. “Pup pup,” popping the p each time. Altair smiled.

“That is a puppy. This is a pub.”

“Pub,” Desmond finally said.

“Good boy,” and Altair gave him a squeeze.

“Pup,” Desmond squeaked and Altair just chuckled. “Pupie? Pupie?”

“It’s a little... dog. But you don’t know what a dog is,” Altair sighed.

“Doug— dougy?”

“I’ll find a book with a dog in it, okay? And maybe a puppy too.”

“Pup pup,” Desmond peeped. Then he leaned back against the seat when someone came up to their table.

It was the bard with his fat bellied guitar. “Eavening,” he said, tipping his head to Altair.

“Morning,” Altair replied and the bard smirked.

“Mind if I join ya?”

“Depends on what you want.”

“Never seen a vampire before. He’s real little,” he smiled at Desmond who sunk under the table.

“He’s shy,” Altair said. “But he likes music.”

“You don’t say?” The bard swung his guitar around to be over his chest. “Well I happen to know a guy,” and he plucked a little ditty as cheerful and bouncy as a new fawn. Desmond’s eyes appeared over the top of the table with interest. “Ah, you like that huh?” he asked Desmond. Desmond nodded. “Good taste you got there, young master,” and the bard played a song Altair recognized.

“Come In, Come In, we'll do the best we can

Come In, Come In, bring your whole bloody clan

take it nice and easy and we'll take you by the hand

set ye down and treat ye 'dasent' I'm a valley man”

Altair felt himself singing along a little as the bard played. Desmond was enthralled. He crawled under the table to sit on the other booth seat to be closer to the bard. As the bard started the chorus the maid returned with Altair’s stew and bread. She eyed the bard but didn’t say anything and also didn’t ask Altair for any money. Good. Fuck her.

The bard had turned to Desmond now as he played and sang, bouncing his foot to keep the beat. It let Altair eat in peace. He hummed along to some of the song. The bard was very good and had a nice voice. After a few songs Desmond started making noises like he was singing along too and the bard started repeating verses so the child could catch on. Altair had by now finished his warm meal and was just watching them. It was cute to see Desmond happily going along with the bard just like a human child would. If you ignored the teeth and the eyes he even looked like a human child.

The bard played a fast song high on the register. A song he probably only sang to show off. He had a good range and could get those high notes that would normally require a woman singer to reach. But reached them. Desmond beeped up there at the high register too, trying to match the bard’s high chords. Then he did something that made Altair go white. He opened his mouth wide, far too wide for a human child, for a moment it looked like he was tearing open his mouth, and displaying a huge assortment of teeth so he could scream at a high octave. So much so that it made the glass of Altair’s tankard sing.

The bard jumped back, the music stopping abruptly. Altair lunged over the table and clapped his hand under Desmond’s chin to close his mouth, abruptly shutting off the sound.

The noise had roused the drunks and the lay abouts. They were all turned towards their little booth. The bard was white as a sheet and looked visibly shaken to really see how big Desmond’s mouth was and how full of teeth it was. “I think that’s enough for tonight,” and Altair got up and picked Desmond up. He protested but Altair paid him no mind. “I’m sorry for the trouble,” and Altair put the money he would have used to pay for the meal onto the table for the bard.

“No. No!” Desmond cried as Altair took him out of the pub.

“Yes,” Altair said sternly once they were outside. “You scared that man.”

“Plaw!”

Altair took some steps away from the front door and set Desmond down, then he took a knee in front of him. “You can’t do that,” he said sternly. Desmond folded his little arms, pouting. “You scared him. You made him afraid. Like when the light comes in from the outside sometimes when we don’t close your drapes all the way? That’s scary right?” Desmond nodded. “These are scary,” he pushed Desmond’s lips open to indicate his teeth. He knew Desmond wouldn’t bite.

“Wha?”

“Why? Because you’re a vampire, Desmond,” he said patiently. “I don’t have teeth like that, see,” and he bared his teeth at Desmond. Desmond nodded. “But outside vampire teeth are very scary to people.”

“Bad?”

“No. Not bad. But if you want people to like you you need to not frighten them,” he stroked Desmond’s hair gently.

“Altear do?”

Altair softened. “Yes. I like you. Do you feel bad?” Desmond nodded. “If you want people to be okay with mistakes you’ve made you need to say sorry. It’s important to apologize.”

“Altear, sowwy,” Desmond said, his little lips pursed sadly.

Altair hugged him. “Apology accepted,” he said gently. “Now let’s go home, okay?” When Altair picked him up Desmond didn’t protest. He just leaned on Altair’s shoulder and watched as they walked out of town and back up to the castle.

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A mostly half-assed and totally un-objective evaluation of the Assassin’s Creed games

For @knottahooker :)

Here There Be Sort-Of-Spoilers for various AC games; I shan’t spoil anything Origins, Odyssey, or Valhalla, but I think the statute of limitations has expired on all the others, y’know?

And I’m starting from the beginning, because I want to.

The Desmond games

We know ‘em, we love ‘em.

Assassin's Creed, the OG

Meta: Introduces the whole conceit of the world, including the Animus, and introduces Desmond Miles, born to the Assassins but someone who walked away - until game start, anyway. Escapes Abstergo, the evil Templar company, at the end, with the help of Lucy, an Assassin.

Historical: Altair ibn-La'Ahad, the Third Crusade.

Gameplay: Compared to later AC games, it's rough. Also, do not try to 100% it without finding all the maps on Google first; there's way too many collectibles.

Assassin’s Creed 2, Assassin’s Creed: Brotherhood, and Assassin’s Creed: Revelations, because why number them 2, 3, and 4...

Meta: Desmond learns how to be an assassin; we learn about the Precursors (aka the Isu) and Adam and Eve; we find the Apple of Eden, which is in fact a Precursor artifact; Lucy gets killed; Desmond spends a while in a coma while we party in the Animus with Subject 16, his predecessor in the Abstergo project. Good times. There’s a solar flare coming that might destroy the earth and might be why the Precursors were destroyed.

Historical: Ezio Auditore, Renaissance Italy and Constantinople

Gameplay: All the best bits of the original, made better, alongside some of the worst bits. And some oddities, like Revelations’ district defense stuff, and the hook blade? The hook blade was odd. And whoever thought the bards were a good idea knows what they did and should feel bad. Better collectible system. And most of all, Ezio is an absolute delight.

Assassin’s Creed 3

Meta: The solar flare is heeee-eeeere. Also, John Delancie voices Desmond’s dad and it’s a delight. After a lot of shenanigans, they get the key to let them into a chamber with a device that should stop the solar flare, with the help of a precursor named Juno and one we’ve seen from previous games, Minerva. Desmond uses the thing; it kills him and frees Juno. End of Desmond’s story... in theory.

Historical: Haytham Kenway and Ratonhnhaké:ton, also known as Connor Kenway. Revolution-era America

Gameplay: Oh hell, who cares. Haytham and Connor are terrible characters. Haytham is okay, but while I can see they were going for “reserved” with Connor, what this game really consists of is hours upon hours of “how Sam Adams screwed over the half-Mohawk man with no personality that keeps trying to help him for reasons unexplained by the rest of mankind.”

Now, that said? I really liked the DLC for it. "The Tyranny of King Washington” was a cool dream-quest-like segment, and a different Connor than the one we got in the main game.

“What’s Meta?”

With the end of Desmond’s story, things got... odd... in the meta perspective. It’s like they flailed around a bunch for several, several games, never quite settling on a good through-line in the meta.

Assassin’s Creed 3: Liberation

Meta: The conceit seems to be “Abstergo looted someone’s genetic memory for Aveline and turned her into a video game.” There’s some neat bits at the very end where it becomes clear that the Assassins have infiltrated the servers where this game is running and are contacting the player - and pulling back the veil of what happened in Abstergo’s game vs the actual memories - but it’s almost a side note to the historical gameplay.

Historical: Aveline de Grandpré, New Orleans during the end of the French and Indian War

Gameplay: While branded with Assassin’s Creed 3, this was originally a handheld game. It does use the same engine - hell, there’s even a mission that overlaps with AC3 - but the handheld aspects sometimes “helps” when playing on PC, meaning it can be frustrating when you want to go somewhere or do something and can’t. There’s an interesting concept that’s clearly driven by the handheld origins, where certain tasks require certain costumes, so you have to have access to a costume shop to change, but man, it gets old fast.

Still, it does have the first female main character in the franchise.

Assassin’s Creed 4: Black Flag

Meta: Hey, “you”! You’re working for Abstergo Entertainment and your PC has its own Animus setup somehow! And this weird guy, John from IT, wants you to hack into coworkers computers! And eventually he wants you to help resurrect Juno, because he’s the reincarnation of her husband!

Yeah, I dunno either. It was odd. Shaun and Rebecca do show up at one point, and I kind of feel like there’s a soft implication that “you” will join the Assassins? And if you pay attention to the things unlocked as you hack computers, there’s some interesting information about Desmond and the fate of his body, but the whole meta story is, honestly, weak and badly-explained until you get to the end. It was like they tried to capture the magic of the first game’s meta-story, but minus an actual focus character to carry it.

Historical: Edward Kenway, Golden Age of Piracy, the Caribbean

Gameplay: Look, it’s a pirate game. They slapped assassin branding on a pirate game. That’s it, that’s the gameplay. You spend most of the game chasing the Sage, aka Bart Roberts - aka John from IT, because why not have a constantly-resurrecting Precursor.

Edward does eventually become an Assassin. And look... I like Edward; I like his personality. But he is a terrible Assassin - like... so bad that even the novel written to bridge from AC4 back to AC3 basically says, “Edward is an idiot and that’s why Haytham ended up a Templar.” (Speaking of bridging back to AC3 - I did like the final cutscene, of Edward with his children.)

Assassin’s Creed: Freedom Cry

Meta: None; it’s a DLC for AC4.

Historical: Adéwalé, about 20 years after Edward’s story ends

Gameplay: Again - it was originally DLC for AC4, and then for some reason they split it off as its own purchase. Notable mostly for a Black protagonist and dealing with some deep shit with regards to the slave trade at the time.

Assassin’s Creed Rogue

Meta: Honestly, I had to look up the meta; it was that forgettable. Once again, “you” work for Abstergo Entertainment and are researching in someone’s memories. You accidentally let the Assassins into the servers, I think? Or something like that, anyway. And at the end, you have to choose to join the Templars or die.

It’s weak and sad, y’all. Weak and sad.

Historical: Shay Patrick Cormac, roughly contiguous with Adéwalé‘s story and certain pre-AC3 events for Achilles up through just prior to the start of the French Revolution.

Gameplay: Again, we’ve got the AC3 engine - the last gasp of it. And that’s a lot of what this game feels like: the last gasp of AC3, circling around the events of AC3/AC4 and explaining some things from the Templar point of view. There’s a couple of cool sequences - Lisbon and the very end where it hooks forward to Unity spring to mind - and it’s kind of neat that you get to kill Assassins rather than be one, just for a change of pace, but it’s sadly not all that memorable to me.

Assassin’s Creed Unity

Meta: Hahahahahahahahhaha. See the heading up there where I said “what meta?” This game is why.

For real, the meta in the game is “you’re playing in Abstergo’s game system, Helix, and the Assassins ask you to find a thing.” There’s a bunch of utter nonsense about glitches you enter to gather data, but you never actually leave the Animus. Or the Helix. Or whatever the fuck it’s called.

Historical: Arno Dorian, Revolutionary France

Gameplay: This game released with so many freaking glitches; for a while, the south side of the Seine was almost unplayable on some systems. But leaving that aside - this is the first game where you start to be able to customize what skills your historical character has. And there’s some weird cooperative missions that you can choose to join, which was probably a lot cooler if you had a bunch of friends who also played the game. And investigations using Eagle Sight are actually quite fun.

But let’s talk about why I’m fucking salty about this game. I wanted to love it - I did. And Arno is a pleasure. But the fucking plot. I swear to god, the end of this goddamned game, where they fridged Elise instead of letting her turn her back on the Templars and become an Assassin, pisses me the fuck off. And then - then! - the DLC is set like 2 weeks after she dies, and Arno is a sad sack of a human being the whole goddamned time, which I cannot fathom why they decided to make that choice for a time and place to put him for a DLC. I understand grief, but why insist on showing us this vibrant, interesting character reduced to... well, sulking and alcohol?

SALTY.

Assassin’s Creed Syndicate

Meta: *sigh* Take the nonsense they did in Unity, give it a little more focus (”Find a Piece of Eden!”), and then toss on some stuff with Rebecca and Shaun and the Piece of Eden being a Shroud. You get to see them, at least? Oh, and Juno shows up again.

Historical: Jacob and Evie Frye, Victorian London

Gameplay: FINALLY, they again let you play a female character - you get to choose to play Jake or Evie, although certain missions will require you to be one or the other. Skill selection is again a thing; I’m not hugely fond of the fact that Jacob and Evie have different skill trees, which means different styles of play, but you know, at the time I was so happy to just be able to play a female character after the nonsense of “female characters are hard to animate!”

There’s a fun little sequence with the grandchild of one of the twins and a couple of minor DLCs, but far and away the standout DLC for this game is the Jack the Ripper one. It is spectacular.

Layla’s story

Hey, we found meta again!

Assassin’s Creed Origins

Meta: Welcome to the story of Layla Hassan, former researcher for Abstergo Industries. Wiki says she’s working for the Assassins from the get-go of the game, but I didn’t really read that, so I dunno. She’s incredibly smart, sarcastic - she’s a delight. (Welcome to the no spoilers if I can avoid it zone, by the way.) She’s researching in a cave in Egypt, looking for an artifact, and she has her own prototype Animus that lets her research in DNA not her own. There’s also a few ties back to the movie, if you read her emails. lol

Historical: Bayek of Siwa and his wife Aya, Ptolemaic Egypt

Gameplay: This is where Assassin’s Creed stepped the rest of the way into the zone of RPG, to the sadness of a vocal minority. Still, although it introduced more of the RPG elements that AC has always been right at the cusp of, it’s still at its heart an Assassin’s Creed game. You can choose your skills, you can choose gear, you can choose your horse (or camel), and your eagle sight is coming from an actual-facts eagle - but you’re still out here murdering people. Now, we are in ancient Egypt. The Templars aren’t a thing, per se, but there is a secret cult you have to battle that’s... basically the Templars.

Of special note, look for the return of the assassination cutscene. Also, yes, you can slide down a pyramid.

There are two “for better or worse” introductions with Origins. One is the microtransactions system; it’s mostly for cosmetics and the odd piece of gear that’s not typically Must-Have, but it is present in all the games moving forward. The other is the introduction of more mystical elements than we’ve seen before in AC games. Examples include some weird mirage effects - and to be frank, most of the “Curse of the Pharaohs” DLC, which involves the Valley of the Kings and the afterlife.

Assassin’s Creed Odyssey

Meta: Layla’s story continues, some time after she leaves the cave in Egypt. Now she has the Spear of Leonidas, and is researching its history so the Assassins can find the Staff of Hermes.

Historical: Alexios and Kassandra, Greece, 431–422 BCE

Gameplay: You get to choose whether to be Alexios or Kassandra; as best as I can tell, the story is the same either way. Leaning further into the RPG aspects, there are multiple endings, depending on choices you make during the course of the game. Sea combat is back! Cultists are back! Eagle sight is a bird again! There’s definitely some elements of weird that show up, and there’s a system of wandering mini-bosses that is interesting. You’re not really an assassin, honestly, but you are a wandering warrior, so at least there’s that.

Also, Kassandra/Alexios is a smartass. It’s delightful.

Much as I love Odyssey, one thing I do not love about it is that the meta story really finishes in the DLC; it does come to an end without the DLC, but there’s more in the DLC and you might be lost in Valhalla without that context.

Assassin’s Creed Valhalla

Meta: Layla’s story continues, this time from New England. The Earth’s magnetic field is getting stronger and stronger, causing Issues; they - being Layla, Rebecca, and Shaun - are here to hopefully figure out how to fix it.

Watch the last step on this story; it’s a doozy.

Historical: Eivor Wolf-Kissed, Norway and England, reign of Alfred the Great

Gameplay: You get to choose your gender - or let the game flip it whenever - and so your Eivor can be male or female. Eagle sight is a raven this time; England is beautiful. Less ship combat in this one, more raiding... as is appropriate for a Viking raider. Eivor is not an assassin, but the Assassins are present and accounted for, and you end up doing a lot of assassin-like things simply because plot. There’s also definitely some pieces of the story here and there that are... mythical and strange... and it really leans into the Precursor lore a bunch. DLCs are still rolling in for this one, and have included proper river raiding, Ireland, and Paris.

#Assassin's Creed

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cywscross · 4 years

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From @lightveils on Twitter (free to use wherever!). I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. I definitely have enough fics to fill it lol~

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A Fic You Love Without Knowing The Source Material:

I was born for this by esama (Assassin’s Creed | Altair x Desmond | M)

Juno did her best to lead him to her preferred fate, but the end is coming and Desmond has doubts.

A Fic With A Premise That Shouldn’t Work But Does:

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24 (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | G)

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he'll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn't know who this kid is, but he's cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He's not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn't really mind.

A Fic You’ve Reread Several Times:

Hooverville by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | E)

Town to town, train to train, tent to tent.

By 1932, the dust had begun to blow and the jobs were gone.

Anonymity was a byproduct of looking for work, which made it both necessary and convenient.

Stiles had enough secrets of his own to know to look the other way when he saw something that shouldn’t be possible.

The ghost of a tail giving enough balance to disembark a moving train.

Near silent Latin whispered on the edge of a tent encampment.

A flash of burning eyes.

He had more than enough to worry about without adding the oddities of others, and besides- having unusually sharp teeth certainly didn’t make a man worse than the ones running from the wife and kids they couldn’t feed.

So Stiles kept his observations to himself. He kept his everything to himself.

Until he met a man. One with eyes so blue they seemed to glow- and then they did.

Stiles tried to look away, but for the first time he was stopped.

“Don’t be like that sweetheart. Aren’t you curious?”

A Fic You Still Remember Many Years Later:

All True-Hearted Souls by mardia (Temeraire | Laurence x Granby | G)

“For God's sake, if someone doesn't talk Laurence out of these constant heroics, I wouldn't bet a farthing on his chances; no, and not ours either.” Four times that John Granby helped save William Laurence's life. Laurence/Granby. Spoilers up to Empire of Ivory.

A Comfort Fic:

Nothing Improper by Bunnywest (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | G)

“How long since someone touched you, sweet boy?” Peter asks, his voice barely a breath in Stiles’ ear. “Days? Weeks? Months?” Stiles nods imperceptibly at that last one.

“After…after everything, after Allison,” is all Stiles manages to get out.

A Cathartic Fic:

Swing by ShippersList (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | T)

Stiles wants to fly.

A Fic You’d Print And Put On Your Bookshelf:

Nose to the Wind by Batsutousai (HP | Tom x Harry | M)

While Harry had been content with his second chance, that didn't keep him from thinking what he could have done different, how many people could have survived if he hadn't been set on the very specific path he'd walked. Third time is the charm, though, right?

A Fic You Associate With A Song (x2):

Strange Duet by BelleAmante, thiliart (thilia) (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | M)

The past three years have been a series of shocking, or not so shocking, successes for 2018 Tony award winner and two time Grammy nominee, Stiles Stilinski. You don’t typically find classically trained opera singers singing alternative folk rock to crowds at Coachella. Nor do you find indie singer/songwriters winning best actor awards at the Tony’s for their Broadway debuts. Stilinski has made it his lifetime habit to defy and exceed all expectations.

-or-

A Steter fic loosely based on Phantom of the Opera

Full Circle by Nike Femme (FMA | Roy x Ed | T)

Edward Elric returns with amnesia. He has lived the past four years as Auric, a Gatekeeper. But there are some battles that only he can fight. Will his friends be able to awaken Ed, and what happens to Auric if they do?

A Fic That Inspires You:

Off the Line by esama (FFVII | Cloud x Vincent | T)

In which Cloud gets a Virtual Reality Dream Console – ShinRa's latest in virtual reality technology. Aaand everything pretty much goes downhill from there.

A Fic That Brought You On Board A New Ship:

Me and Mine by linndechir (Fast and the Furious | Deckard x Owen | E)

The last time they'd spoken, Deckard had told Owen that he was tired of cleaning up his messes. But the first thing he did after breaking out of prison was to take Owen to the other end of the world so they could lick their wounds and start planning their revenge.

A Fic You Wish Could Be A Movie:

Moving In (To Every Single Aspect of Danny’s Life, Including the Boring Bits like Dry-Cleaning) by westgirl (Hawaii Five-0 | Steve x Danny | T)

It felt wrong for Steve to sound unsure of his place in Danny’s life. His place in Danny’s life was at Danny’s side, driving him slowly insane. Steve should feel secure about that.

A Fic That Led To You Making Friends With The Author:

Begin and End by Rikkamaru (Log Horizon x HP | G)

This is how it begins: a boy rejected by his family, a boy reunited with his brother by his sister-in-law's intervention. A boy who found a family in an online game. But how will it end?

FREE SPACE:

Reverti Ad Praeteritum by Batsutousai (Fullmetal Alchemist | Roy x Edward | M)

Unwillingly forced to serve as a human trial for a crazy alchemist experimenting with time travel, Edward Elric finds himself standing across from Truth in the moment it takes his leg from him. Armed with the knowledge of what's to come and burdened with guilt for the choices he'd made as an adult, Ed sets out to fix every mistake he ever made and save every life they ever lost, no matter what it takes.

A Fic You’ve Gushed About IRL:

Designation: Miracle by umisabaku (Kuroko no Basket | M)

It's been three years since seven human experiments, called "Miracles," escaped Teiko Industries, alerting the world to the presence of super-powered children. Now they're finally integrating into society-- going to normal high schools, playing basketball, falling in love-- and trying to find out if it's possible to truly escape their past.

A Fic You Associate With A Place (have to self-rec for this one):

Safe Harbour by cywscross (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles x Chris | T)

Peter didn't think he'd find a home here. He certainly didn't think he'd find a home with two other men.

Chris and Stiles prove him wrong.

A Fic That Made You Gasp Out Loud (kind of? it was suspenseful):

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | E)

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

A Fic You Found At The Right Time:

slow increments by Areiton (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles)

Peter is enigmatic, egotistical, sometimes barely sane. He's sharp and cutting and takes more time to care for the pack than anyone.And sometimes, John catches him watching Stiles.

A Fic That You Would Read Fic Of:

if you try to break me, you will bleed by Dialux (Game of Thrones | Jon x Sansa | T)

It had been a slash across her chest from a White Walker’s sword that finally ended her life. Sansa’d landed in a puddle of her own blood, and she’d died quickly, quietly.

And then she’d awoken with a gasp, trembling, in a bed that had burned under Theon’s betrayal.

A Fic That Made You Laugh Out Loud:

The Path towards Unwilling Godhood by Sky_King (Bleach | Kisuke x Ichigo | G)

Ichigo has never had the most normal life, and this latest chapter of it is no different.

"I'm not a god!"

A Fic With A Line (Or Two) That You’ve Memorized By Heart:

Atlas by distractedKat (Star Trek | Spock x Jim | T)

Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning.

A Fic That Gave You Butterflies:

The Rest of Our Lives by mia6363 (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | T)

“I don’t know, as a kid I watched a lot of movies, you know? And at first I figured like… I’d be on some great adventure that would take me away from it all, you know? Like Indiana Jones comes around and is all, ‘Hey Stiles, buddy, come with me we’ve got to go save the world.’ Then… you and… everything happened… then I just… I figured I’d die before I was eighteen.”

A Fic That Embodies Something You Value In Life:

The Boy Sleuth by Shey (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | T)

Stiles is eight when he discovers a box of his mom’s old Nancy Drew Mysteries in the back of the guest bedroom closet.

A Favourite AU:

Love What is Behind You by KouriArashi (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | M)

Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.

A Fic You Stayed Up Too Late To Finish Reading:

Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves by ISeeFire (The Hobbit | Fem!Bilbo x Fili | T)

Bilba has been a slave her entire life. All she knows of the outside world is what she sees from time to time outside the gates of Moria and the stories her mother used to tell her. Stories of a place called the Shire where her mother once lived and a placed called Erebor where, as far as she knows, her father still lives. Stories of dragons a thousand times larger, and more intelligent, than the beasts the orcs rode and of a strange concept called freedom where one was allowed to live as they wished with no one to tell them what they could, or could not do.

The stories meant little to Bilba. The only future she had was to live, and die, as a slave as countless number had before her.

And then the orcs dragged an injured female firedrake through the gates, her rider screaming obscenities behind her as he fought to reach her side...and everything changed.

A Fic That Made You Feel Seen (another self-rec lol):

i am addicted to death (so remind me what it’s like to live) by cywscross (Teen Wolf | Peter x Stiles | T)

Stiles is sixteen years old. He has already died seventy-eight times.

#Fic Rec Bingo #Bingo #Misc Fanfic Rec

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dundunny · 3 years

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Review: Assassin’s Creed III

I have to first make a disclaimer that I started this game in 2018 so my memories of the earlier parts are a little hazier. This probably is down with the first game as one of the worst in the series. Let me start by saying the franchise hasn't impressed me: The characters aren't very interesting and the plot is dumb, but I love climbing all over historical urban environments. I haven't played Assassin's Creed II since the early 2010s, but to this day I can remember with startling clarity parkouring Ezio up the cathedral in Florence.

Assassin's Creed III doesn't really have that. Boston and New York in the 1700s haven't created the architecture that's jaw-dropping enough to draw interest; hell, a good portion of New York is fucking burned down. So the vast majority of the game is wilderness. And herein lies the studio's problem with game design since day one: They create massive environments, but there isn't a lot of stuff in them. What they do is construct famous landmarks with fine detail, but the everyday buildings people live in look exactly the same and there isn't enough visual difference for me to navigate or even care about what I'm looking at. Let me compare to Arkham Knight. Yes, storefronts were replicated, but in my head I can still remember the lighthouse by the movie studio, the intersection for Gotham's version of Time Square, how the train tracks moves through that Eiffel Tower thing, the Halloween balloon floats by the GCPD, the shops underground below the skyscrapers, and the dock area on the southern part of Founder's Island. If I'm asked to even vaguely lay out a city map for Boston or New York, I've literally got nothing. Ubisoft just made bunch of skins for buildings and plastered it everywhere.

This is massively worse in the "frontier" because if you've seen one tree or log, you've seen them all here. Oh, I can recall the coastline to the west and east, where the fortresses are, Lexington, Monmouth, etc. But it's not fun to run through. Let's take another game, Breath of the Wild. Most of that game was climbing up the side of mountains or fighting in forests or swimming up a waterfall. I haven't played that game in a long time, but I still can vividly recollect shrines, ponds, cottages, stabbing enemies on scaffolding over a ravine, finding a tower surrounded by tar, the beautiful rocks around Zora's Domain, stumbling upon dragon skeletons... Exploration was the reward in that game. It's just not in Assassin's Creed III. Yeah, there are the feathers or treasure boxes, but I just indifference. As I said, tree 1 looks basically the same as tree 384.

The next issue is Connor. He's just boring as character. Altair went from douchebag to humble leader, Ezio was cool in everything he did, but Connor... I don't think he ever really knew what he was doing. His thing is revenge, specifically against Charles Lee for burning down his village and killing his mother. Everything else he did was really trying to put roses on his actions. Yeah, Ezio's was vengeance as well, but he really became a leader who furthered the Assassin cause. Conner... well, he made the homestead but just kinda invited people to live there and none of them were assassins. He meanders his way to his end goal by saying he wants to protect his village but ends up killing those of his people who don't agree with his methods (including his childhood friend). He allies himself with the Patriots, even though it should be very evident they don't like Native Americans any more than the British, and then is surprised when he learns Washington has killed some of his people. Also his voice actor is not very good. Really, I would've preferred to play the game as Haytham and I was so sad when we found out he was a Templar.

Assassin's Creed III also closes the Desmond arc. The premise behind the franchise is interesting—that you can access memories of your ancestors through your DNA—but as the series progressed I found the modern-day portion to become the most farcical part. Yeah, it was cool back in Assassin's Creed II when you saw the first glimpses of the "truth" and realized there was this ancient civilization that the Assassins are probably descended from. But then we learn that everything was destroyed in a solar flare (which somehow causes massive earthquakes?) and we have to stop it from happening again. Ubisoft, is that the best you can come up with? Where the hell did that come from? You walked away from that conference room thinking that was a good idea? When Desmond has to make his big decision about his fate and that of the world, at this point I'm just incredulous about the whole situation that it means nothing to me.

However that section does provide the funniest part of the whole game: When Desmond breaks into Abstergo, for some reason he and all the guards are drawing swords on each other. Why? It's literally 2012. Why aren't you all using guns? Can you imagine touring the White House and all the secret service are sporting scimitars instead of a glock?

So yeah, this was a very underwhelming installment. Normally I try to collect as much as possible and play the DLC because even after all my bitching Assassin's Creed is still fun to play, but I didn't have the emotional attachment or amusement to put in the extra effort. Hopefully the next game will be better.

#assassin's creed #assassin's creed iii #connor #ratonhnhaketon #desmond miles

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writtenjewels · 4 years

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An Ending

Ezio didn't know how long they spoke with Desmond. Maybe only for a few minutes, maybe for hours. He knew none of the words were for him but he still wondered: what were they saying? Were they showing Desmond anything? And what did Desmond himself think of all this? Ezio knew so little about the man that he could only guess. At last it seemed that they were done.

“Desmond?” he called out. “If you're still here listening, be strong, my friend. And do not forget me. I know I will never forget you.”

He wasn't expecting an answer. Ezio walked back to Altair's body to give the dead Assassin one final respectful bow before exiting and rejoining Sofia in the sunlight. She was staring at him and he wondered if he looked any different in her eyes.

“What happened in there?” she wondered.

“An ending.” Ezio touched his wrists. “I have carried this blade for the last time.”

“What will you carry instead?”

“Books.” He smiled at her, brushing her cheek tenderly. “Flowers. And you, I hope, across the thresh-hold of our home when you become my wife.”

She stared at him for a moment, her eyes wide in surprise. When she did recover she was drawing into him and kissing his lips.

“You can carry me now if you like.”

Ezio laughed and happily lifted her into the air, spinning her around before settling into more kisses. He would never take back a single year he spent with the Assassins. All the blood, all the tears, all the loss. It all led him here to this magnificently brilliant woman.

It was an ending, but it was also a beginning.

#ezio auditore #assassin's creed revelations

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fandom-necromancer · 5 years

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068 ‘I can’t imagine this world without you’

Fandom: Protocreed | Ship: Almond (Warning: pain, mentioning of death, Spoilers for Assassin’s Creed 3)

The world was ending. The bridge built itself in front of him while his friends were hopefully running for their lives to escape the collapsing cave. They didn’t know he wouldn’t survive this. Maybe they had some clues it would, but they didn’t know it for sure.

But Desmond knew.

He would put his hand on the pedestal waiting for him and he would save the world – and die in the process. Not that he was afraid. Not that he allowed himself to feel regret. He had lived more lives than any other human on earth. He had had a full life during the crusades. He had a full life in the renaissance. He didn’t allow himself to regret to never have lived his own life. That he had enjoyed a few years as a bartender before being found by his destiny. But he kept it at bay, he shouldn’t feel that way. Altair had taught him that the lives of others were more important, even if it was just not to feel loss again knowing one could have prevented it.

And so, he walked over the bridge.

He told himself he had time. The end of the world wouldn’t wait for him to be in place, but he was in front of schedule. He stopped in front of it. There it was: the little piece of ancient technology that would save the world and end his life. One life for many. A more than fair exchange. He looked at his hand, wondering if it would hurt. Would it disintegrate him? Would there be a body? Would he feel it? Would he be remembered? To be honest he hoped he wouldn’t be. He never wanted to be a hero, never had seen himself as one. He didn’t want his friends to mourn, to lose themselves in grief. Their fight wouldn’t stop simply because the end of the world had been prevented. There would still be the pieces of Eden, there would still be the templars. Desmond wanted them to have a good life when he was gone. A good, long and relatively peaceful life. He would try having these thoughts in mind when establishing the connection. Maybe it would be easier then. Looking death in the eye.

He raised his hand.

‘Stop!’ A whirling mass of black and red came jumping through the rubble only barely recognisable in a vaguely human shape. Before the shield the twirling ball of tendrils stopped, regaining human form and panting heavily as if worn out by a sprint across states. ‘Desmond. Stop!’

Desmond let his hand hover over the pedestal. ‘Alex, what are you doing here?’ ‘I… am… keeping you… from…’ He took a deep breath, hoping to speak more continuously. ‘From touching that damned thing!’ ‘Alex. I need to do this!’ Desmond hated this. He had been relieved knowing the other’s far away. Maybe he was selfish, but he really didn’t want these conversations. He wanted to die alone, not having to worry about their hearts being broken. ‘You will die, Desmond!’ ‘I know, Alex. I fucking know that. It is the prise to pay for the world.’ Alex seemed to be taken aback by the fact that he knew. ‘And who the hell decided it was you to pay that price?’ ‘Who decided that I was to see the messages in the animus left by the Iso? It is fate Alex. I know you don’t believe it, but it is my destiny to be here, to follow the plan.’ ‘That’s bullshit! Even if it was their plan all along, it is an awful plan. They made this all possible, dictated their destiny for you. For what? What are you telling me? That your destiny is to die?’ ‘Yes, Alex. I have to die right here, right now. To save the world.’ ‘I can’t accept that!’ Alex reformed his claws and began to try and break the force field. Desmond had to watch as the biomass fizzled and evaporated on contact.

‘Alex!’ The virus whipped at the same place to break through, wear the wall down. ‘Alex, stop!’ Desmond couldn’t handle the despair at seeing Alex hurting himself. Hurting himself in the dying wish to safe him from his destiny, to safe him from certain death. Just to see the world burn down in the solar flare that would break through the earth’s magnetic field only minutes from now. ‘Alex, please! You have to stop! It won’t let you through. You have to be one of them, have to have the genetic code!’

The virus in front of the forcefield stopped, arms resting against the barrier, red vapor steaming off the connecting surfaces. Then Alex sank down to his knees. Vulnerable. Something only Desmond got to see. ‘I don’t want to lose you, Desmond. I… I can’t imagine this world without you. What would it be worth? I don’t want to lose the only friend I have.’

Desmond turned away from the pedestal, the impending doom suddenly not as important anymore. He got down opposite to the virus, the white glistening wall between them. ‘Hey.’ Alex looked up. His face the usual deathly white, but his eyes pale, evidence of his despair. ‘It will be alright, okay? You have Dana. You can stay with the assassins.’ ‘You know I don’t!’ There was the anger. Of course, there was anger. It was all Alex had ever known: aggression and indifference. ‘I can’t stay with anyone. You are the only one that ever looked at me – the real me – and not even flinched. You are the only one who doesn’t fear me. The only one that remotely knows what Chaos there is in my mind! I can’t. I really can’t live without you, Desmond. Fuck the world, okay? Maybe humans don’t deserve to survive this.’ ‘Alex, I am human. Maybe you would even survive this blast, but no human would. I can’t do this. I have to fulfil my role and I am sorry, but you won’t change that. I would change it if I could, believe me.’ Alex let his head sink down and Desmond felt terrible. More than everything else he wanted to pull the virus close and hug his narrow body. But he just extended an arm through the forcefield and pushed the other’s face up. He wanted to tell Alex something encouraging but didn’t have the chance.

‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Alex, what do you mean, you-‘ He couldn’t say another word because a bone-shattering scream blocked his throat. Alex had grabbed his wrist and with a feeling of being burned and electrocuted at the same time black ichor flooded his veins and curled around his arm. Alex lost his form and a swarm of his liquified biomass pressed itself through his bloodstream just to break out through his cells and vessels to the surface. In a flash of pain, Alex stood next to him again, on the other side of the wall. He hugged him, while Desmond was still thinking about what happened, looking at his numb hand. ‘Alex, what did you do? What… You didn’t infect me, did you?’ ‘Desmond, I’m sorry. It… I’m pulling at straws right now. Maybe this will work, and I can protect you. I… I am desperate.’ ‘Alex, calm down. What do you want to do?’ ‘Best case? You will save the world, We will both survive, but you will most likely be infected.’ ‘And worst case?’ ‘We will both die and whatever weird DNA-scanner operates this thing won’t even detect you. End of the world.’ ‘How?’ ‘I will merge my cells with yours and repair your material while the contact to the pedestal will destroy it.’ Desmond thought about it, while the seconds of his destiny ticked away. There was a chance everything would be good. Well, considering the circumstances. There was a chance. Was he selfish enough to take it?

‘Okay. Let’s do it.’ ‘It’ll hurt like hell.’ ‘I think this much I understand. Just do it. Let’s hope for the best.’ Alex coated his hand in his biomass, leaving only the palm open for contact. Then Desmond pressed it down on the pedestal.

A connected scream filled the grand temple under Turin on the 21st December 2012. The world continued to exist. Humans continued to live their life. Humanity lost one of their members.

The virus population however went up by one.

#protocreed #Almond #Desmond Miles #Alex Mercer

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teecupangel · 1 year

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So since I saw the corgi Desmond Idea for yew branches, all I can think about is if someone else get reincarnated alongside desmond as another dog. Like say Altair somehow gets reincarnated as a dog, thinking Saluki or Dobermann, too. Also because I find it amusing to think about him yoinking Corgi Desmond because he glows gold. And Desmond who was just chilling in his bag wondering why this dog just snatched him. Along with Jacob having to chase after this surprisingly sneaky dog, who somehow keeps out maneuvering him as he tries to get the Desmond back. Just kept thinking about this when I saw the idea :)

Okay, so nonny, there’s this movie I love as a kid. Used to rewatch it a lot. It’s called Cats & Dogs and it’s such a dumb movie but kid!me loved it so when I read this, I just remember that movie and you know what.

Screw eagle symbolism.

Corgi!Desmond gets yoinked by this bigass dog just as Jacob finally got him from those thugs who stole him from his sweet mom and Desmond is just…

He is sooooo done with this day.

He just wants to go home, take a long bath with the right temperature of water and with two maids massaging him as they clean him then sleep on his comfy doggie bed (which is the fluffiest pillow in the whole Disraeli household. He dragged it out of the Disraeli couple’s bed himself, damn it.)

But he can’t do that because this big ass Canaan dog stole him from what may or may not be an actual Assassin (FINALLY! Where the hell have they all been???) and this was also the perfect way to see how good the Assassin was.

…

He sucked.

And Desmond wasn’t even sure if the Assassin was just that bad or if this dog that has now dognapped him was just too good?

He was sure that this fucking dog just did a leap of faith and that was a sentence Desmond didn’t think he would ever think about.

This fucking life…

Finally, the big dog managed to shake the Assassin off by diving inside a hole that was just small enough for him but definitely too small for the Assassin. From there, Desmond realized that they were in some kind of underground…

Were those bones?

Oh fuck.

They were in the catacombs.

Desmond finally turned to face the dog and tried to say “Hey, man. I have a home. Just let me go and I won’t bite you.” even though he knew none of the animals he tried to talk to could understand him.

But this dog just went and said through gritted teeth as he kept his jaws clamped on the handles of Desmond's bag, “I’d like to see you try, little one.”

And Desmond’s just… BSOD.

What the fuck.

The dog talked.

He understood Desmond.

And Desmond understood him.

What the ever living fuck.

Too surprised by the sudden appearance of another talking dog, Desmond just let the big dog take him to one of the the deeper catacombs and…

Holy shit.

Was that…

He was pretty sure those clothes in the middle of the room was some kind of Isu clothes similar to what Minerva and Juno wore.

Oh great.

The dog who kidnapped him must be some kind of Isu bullshit that Desmond didn’t want to deal with.

And he was just finally getting used to being a lazy dog.

That’s when he hears another voice…

A more familiar voice.

“You brought another one, Altaïr?”

And a Maremma Sheepdog walks towards them as the Canaan Dog dropped his bag to the floor. He looked at Desmond and sniffed him, making Desmond freeze, before gasping.

“Altaïr, this dog smells like he takes a bath everyday. Did you steal him?”

“I stole him from one of those novices.”

And now that Desmond heard the dog’s name, he realized that, yeah, the dog also sound so fucking familiar. He didn’t realize it before because his voice and words had been a bit hard to understand since he had been holding the handles of Desmond’s bag with his teeth.

“The woman or the man?”

“The man.”

“Ah, poor boy.”

“That doesn’t mean you should steal someone’s dog.” Another familiar voice said and Desmond’s eyes widened even further as he saw a…

Holy shit.

Wolf?

No.

A wolfdog.

And that was the day Desmond realized that he wasn’t the only Assassin to have been reincarnated as a dog.

The Canine Brotherhood’s main mission?

To find and stop the perpetrators of the disappearing cats and dogs in London!

Evidence suggests that the Templars are involved and they have a lead.

They go to a warehouse that was supposed to be abandoned. Instead, it is filled with dogs and cats that are weirdly docile.

And learn the true perpetrators!

The Feline Templar Rite!

Ronron de Sabmiaou!

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Cesare Bormiao!

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Charmeow Lee!

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And they have the BALL OF EDEN! NO ANIMAL CAN WITHSTAND ITS MIND CONTROL WHEN IT ROLLS!

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AND IT IS UP TO THE CANINE BROTHERHOOD TO STOP THEM!

Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahauhau

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Ezio Baubauditore da Firenze

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Connor Kenwoffwoff

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Desmond Disraeli (He comes from a rich family and no, he will not accept Desmond Milyipyip)

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And, yes, Desmond is the only small dog in their Brotherhood and he hates it. They can easily pick him up using his nice bag. It's embarrassing but it means he doesn't have to walk which is a plus. (All dogs except Desmond are supposed to be native in the Assassin's birthplace)

On the other hand, yes. I did base the Templar cats on a bald cat, a cat who looks like he'll throw a temper tantrum, and a cat with a mustache without a care if they're native to each Templar's birthplace.

(In my defense… I should be sleeping already. I cannot be held responsible for whatever crazy idea my sleep-deprived brain comes up with)

#look there's pictures of dogs and cats #as an apology to how crack this has become #im sorry nonny #for anyone who gets curious about cats & dogs #watch it if you want but be advised it's aimed at kids and they think kids are dumb #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #robert de sable #cesare borgia #charles lee

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felassanis · 5 years

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Everything I love about Assassin’s Creed

1. Ezio da la la la

2. If you idle for long enough in Odyssey Ikaros comes and lands on Alexios’s/Kassandra’s arm and then alexios/Kassandra will greet him.

3. Edward’s outfit is by far my favourite Assassin robe. It looks so fooking cool.

4. Alkibiades

5. The first mission in Assassin’s Creed III. Finding the temple and it coming alive with all the lights and the humming was so fucking cool and the theatre with Haytham was such a good way to start the game, I loved the environment that went with the theatre and the parkour was really good too, everything was good even though I had no idea why we were there in the first place lol.

6. SHAUN HASTINGS

7. Edward’s tattoos being the only reason why I go whaling in AC:Black flag

8. The dynamic between Jacob and Evie, I’ve always wanted a twin duo in a game and Jacob and Evie Frye were awesome and y’all keep sleeping on them.

9. The different colour schemes in Assassin’s Creed 2 for the different cities gave the locations their own feel and vibe and it differentiated them from each other while also ensuring that the landscapes were utterly gorgeous. For example, Venice had cooler colours, very blue and silver while Florence was warmer, with more orange and brown thrown into the mix. It really gave those maps their own identity and it was great.

10. All of Lineage. all of it, it was flipping fantastic and I know it’s not a game but it was brilliant and the other Assassin’s Creed movie will never top it despite Michael Fasbender being in it.

11. That cutscene in Black Flag where Blackbeard lights his beard on fire, I love that historical accuracy because it was very likely true and it’s so SO bad-fucking-ass

12. Alkibiades

13. How quickly I fell in love with Frederico Auditore despite the fella only having about 5 lines.

14. Also just how quickly I came to love the Auditore family, that was how well written they were, that I fell in love after 30 minutes with them.

15. LEONARDO DA VINCI

16. Desmond Miles’s snark.

17. ‘Hey whatta matta with you altair,’

18. SHAUN HASTINGS

19. How buffy Kassandra is

20. The hookblade was actually amazing in Revelations and I’m in full support that it shouldbe brought back. The noise it made was also oddly satisfying too?

21. The Glyphs in AC2 were spooky and ominous and I refused to do the last mission until I had found all of them and uncovered the Truth. Because that entire side quest was full of anticipation and the creepy vibe the Glyphs gave off and how the footage of Adam and Eve was cut up and glitchy was just really interesting and it peaked with a climax.

22. LEONARDO DA VINCI

23. The golden beads in Alexios’s hair.

24. And Alexios just being an overall gorgeous human being who’s face was chiselled by the gods.

25. The flying machine mission in AC2 while really aggravating if you didn’t do it the first time was also really fun and getting to see Leonardo all giddy and happy made it worth it.

26. I don’t know if it’s just me? but Connor’s hair? like I know for a fact that I like men with long hair but something about his hair and the feather intertwined into it was just really appealing? and while I know why Connor shaved his hair I couldn’t help but screech when he did lmao but that’s because it’s obviously not my tradition and it’s abnormal to me. pfft

27. Revelations is one of the best AC games and I’ll fight anyone on this. It was phenomenal given how it finally concluded Ezio’s story (and remember Ezio was the face of the franchise for years and he was fan favourite and still is so there were some pressure and expectations) and how it also concluded Altair’s story.

28. Altair wasn’t that interesting in the original game but Revelations added depth and layers to his characters and made him way more intriguing. The game also gave this character important significance to the lore and I think that’s the perfect way to honour the guy who started it all. As much as we love Ezio, Altair came before and without him, Assassin’s Creed wouldn’t quite be the way it was today. (although it’s up to you if that’s a bad thing or not lmao)

29. And seeing Ezio old and matured, becoming this wise legend of a man was really cool and getting to play as him in his final journey was both heartbreaking but satisfactory.

30. I have to give a massive applause to Ubisoft for making Leonardo gay as well in Brotherhood prominently. I don’t think it was ever proven historically if he was? but it was rumoured? and yet Ubisoft went and made it canon giving that representation while also having Ezio outright say he’s okay with Leonardo dating men?! Like, in that time period if you were gay you could go to prison and the general view of homosexuality was that of disgust and yet Ezio is just here supporting his best friend? hell yes.

31. ALKIBIADES

32. I have certain feelings with Unity, but I won’t lie that the parkour was spot on in that game.

33. Gideon Emery....just Gideon Emery as Reginald Birch. The character’s a massive prick but god...that voice.

34. Connor mentioning his grandfather Edward as he’s sailing the Aquila.

35. Getting to see the wreck of the Jackdaw in Assassin’s Creed Freedom Cry was gut-wrenching.

36. Finally getting to pet animals in ACIII.

37. Finally getting to feed pigs in a video game ^^

38. SHAUN HASTINGS

39. OKay, I like Shaun because the guy is really entertaining and he’s British like me and I need to see this fucker in future games again...because after Syndicate he just vanishes and we got...Fucking Layla ugh.

40. The Naval combat in Black Flag is unmatched, fighting other ships never felt like a chore and it was fun and thrilling and the rewards felt deserving. And the feeling of taking down your first Man’o War is RIVETING.

41. Rebecca calling the Animus ‘Baby’

42. She’s another character I want to see come back. And she and Shaun better come back and be alive.

43. Lucy being a Templar was a plot twist I never saw coming but I was all for that angst especially when it seemed like they were setting up what I thought was the inevitable Desmond x Lucy romance. But I guessed wrong.

44. Yusuf Tazim being the joy and light of Revelations. fuck you Ubisoft

45. Ezio’s family theme song is the most iconic video game songs ever.

46. The introduction of Alkibiades in Odyssey, what a great way to introduce a character. like seriously, I fell in love with that fucker the moment he started speaking and felt up Kassandra’s arms while being half naked and wasted.

47. Bayek being a breath of fresh air in wonderfully written complex characters whose story was powerful and tragic. He needs a sequel.

48. Assassins Creed Brotherhood’s trailer being iconic.

49. When returning to Florence to retrieve the apple and you bring Ezio back to his old home only to see the ghosts of his entire family waiting for him. I was gobsmacked when that happened and it’s such a beautiful detail.

50. Mary Read/James Kidd being one of the best characters in Black Flag and leader in the ‘did not deserve it’ club. Every minute of her was flipping terrific and her significance in Edward’s story as one of the driving points that turned him into a better man was great.

51. I cried at the end of Black Flag.

52. The little text about Shaun sobbing when you look at the database on Desmond the dog in Syndicate.

53. The lip scar being shared between Desmond, Ezio and Altair was a cool detail.

54. The interchangeable cloaks in ACII.

55. Henry Green was so soft, kind and lovely and I honestly adore him.

56. Cane swords in Syndicate WERE AWESOME

57. NO fall damage in Odyssey. Keep this feature I don’t care how impossible it is for me to survive a jump off of a giant statue of a naked god it’s cool and I want it for every other game about to be released.

58. If you walk through grass in Origins Bayek sticks his hand out like that scene in Gladiator.

59. The scene in ACII Where Ezio uncovers his father’s robes from the chest and holds it up, It’s an incredible scene and the music fits so well with it and if you’ve watched Lineage it’s all the more amazing.

60. Rosa being pretty and terrifying in ACII.

61. The Bleeding effect being that other thing in lore that is SO BLOODY INTRIGUING and I wish it was explored a bit more. Can you actually imagine having the bleeding effect? where you can’t tell the past and the present apart? where you see ghosts from the past and hear voices no one else hears? jesus,..

62. getting answers about Clay/Subject 16. Ever since he left that writing in the wall with his own blood I was hooked on his story and thank god we got answers and a face to the legendary name. I wouldn’t mind more of him though.

63. I’ve always been fascinated with Native Americans and finally getting to explore them a bit more in ACIII proved to be interesting and I hope it was satisfactory representation for Native Americans.

64. finally getting to play in the present day in assassin’s creed brotherhood and 3, like actually getting to run around and explore as Desmond.

(I did a post like this on my old blog and I’ve rewrote them on here but I also got some new things, I just like having a post like this on my blog and I like seeing people who also agree with these brilliant features in this franchise, you can pretty much tell which two games are my favourite lol, Black Flag and 2 will always have a special place in my heart,)

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moonlightguardianmoon · 3 years

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Altair goes missing???

Pt.1

It was a day like any other nothing too out of the ordinary for the assassins, Desmond and Jacob were playing video games in the living room, with Ezio and Connor sitting on the couch watching the two play, while Evie, Maria, and Malik were talking with one another at the dining room table when Shaun came downstairs with Leonardo and Rebecca. Shaun was holding some old papers in his hand.

Shaun: hey have any of you guys seen Altair anywhere?

Malik: no, why do you ask?

Shaun: I found some old documents that I think he might be able to help us look over.

Jacob: I haven't seen him since yesterday.

Maria: I haven't seen him at all today either, not even this morning. I just thought that he might have gotten up early for a morning walk.

Desmond: Huh, ya I kind of thought that too... but I haven't seen him come home yet, and it's already almost twelve.

Ezio: you don't think something must have happened to the mentor do you?

Connor: I doubt it's that serious, Altair can hold his own.

Maria: Connor's right you know. The man is a roach, he can't be killed that easily. Even if you crush him with a boot, he'll still be standing.

Evie: same goes for Jacob, except replacing a sneaky roach with a noisy lizard, with a top hat.

Jacob: hey!

Malik: I'm sure Altair is fine, let's go check his room and see if maybe he left some kind of note, that might explain his absence.

They all head up to Altair's room door.

Desmond: ... well?

Malik standing in front of Altair's door: ...

Leonardo: Malik? Aren't you going to open it?

Malik: *turns over to Maria* he didn't trap his room as of recent did he?

Maria: no I don't think so?

Malik: "I don't think so", isn't the same as I know so, maybe we-

Jacob: bloody hell I'll do it! *pushes Malik aside and starts oping the door* how bad could he have- *opens the door*

Jacob got smacked hard in the face by a heavy boot.

Jacob: *groans on the floor in pain*

Maria: Huh, guess I was wrong. *walks over Jacob and into the room*

The others walk over or around Jacob as he moans in pain on the floor. Evie had to help lift him back up and they both walked inside. No Altair insight. The room had a two-person bed, a cat bed next to the corner end of the two-person bed. There is a desk in the corner left of the room next to a closed window, the desk has a working computer on it, which seemed to have a sticky notes on the right corner edges of the computer monitor, under the window is a dresser that on top of it was his hidden blade. A closet at the right side wall of the room facing the bed, as well as a mirror next to a nightstand that was next to the bed on one side and a nightstand on the other side of the bed, there're also two swords hung up on the wall, both Altair's and Maria's.

Shaun: well the room seems clean.

Maria: before I woke up, I guess he cleaned the room up a bit.

Ezio: *just nods* (Ohmydio-ohmydio-ohmydio! I'm in the room of the great mentor himself!) *just nods not paying attention*

Connor: Hm... (the Mentor keeps a clean room.)

Malik: let's see if Altair might have left some kind of note or something.

So they searched around the room making sure to not overstep and trigger any possible unwanted traps off.

Jacob: *opens the closet* OH, MY GOD, EVERYONE COME LOOK!

Everyone jumped a bit and stopped what they were doing.

Desmond: HOLY SH*T! WHAT? WHAT DID YOU FIND JACOB!?

Evie: Did you find a clue!?

Jacob: *dramatically opens the closet fully* HE HAS THREE OF THE SAME ASSASSIN'S ROBES! 😃 Can you believe this guy! He has three, Of the same assassin's robes! H-How did he manage to make two of the same robes!?

Everyone: ...

Evie: *pinches the bridge of her nose* Jacob...

Maria: as much as I rather talk about fashion I rather figure out where Altair went...

Desmond: we're here to find Altair, not start talking about his wardrobe.

Jacob: *pulls out one of Altair's robes* hm... *holds the robe out in front of Desmond*

Desmond: ...uh... w-what are you doing?

Jacob: ... Desmond come here for a sec.

Desmond: ... Jacob no!

Jacob: *grabs Desmond* JACOB YES!

Jacob dragged Desmond into the closet and the two fought for a minute.

Desmond: JACOB LET ME GO!-

Jacob: HOLD STILL FOR A SEC!

Desmond: JACOB!

Jacob opened the closet and shoved Desmond out. Everyone just give blank stares at Desmond for a moment.

Shaun: ... *snickers*

Rebecca: Pff-

Leonardo: *chuckles* oh my~

Evie: *has both hands covering her mouth trying desperately to hold on her laughter*

Ezio: *chuckles*

Connor: ...huh.

Desmond was now dressed in Altair's robing, with the hood up over his face and everything, not one detail out of place.

Maria: *chuckles* uh... Desmond Pff~ you uh... you ok?

Desmond: ... no.

Malik: *face palm* I can't believe this...

Maria: *snickers* you have to admit Malik *chuckles* he does have such close similarities to Altair *wheezes* he matches him down to the very last detail.

Leonardo: Si, he *wheeze* he could even be his replacement if he truly tried.

Jacob: *chuckles* w-wait for it!

Desmond: ...I hate you all. *crosses his arms and makes a similar frown to Altair*

Evedyone: ... *breaks out laughing* HAHAHA!

Desmond: really guys?!

Malik: *trying to hold in his laughter* Y-you *Wheeze* You idiots! *chuckles* we-we need to find- *coughs* find our Altair, not *wheeze* replace him!

Desmond: ya ok laugh it up guys! Why don't you take a picture it'll last longer!

Shaun: *pulls out his phone and takes a picture* already have!

Rebecca: Shaun! Shaun! Send that to me, I'm saving it as my computer desktop *wheeze* saver on my computer!

Ezio: HAHA- SEND IT TO ME TOO!

Shaun: *wheeze* I already sent it to the family!

Rebecca: NICE!

Desmond: you guys suck!

Evie: *laughing* just look at your self!

Desmond: *walks over to the Mirror* Why? I mean, come on guys do I really look like- *looks at his reflection* holy sh*t I do... huh...

Maria: *giggling* Do you believe is now!?

Desmond: ... holy sh*t... I knew that Altair and I looked alike, but... holy sh*t man... like what the f@#$ kind of genetic sh*t is this!

Jacob: *now on the floor laughing* I THINK I'M DYING! IT'S THAT FUNNY- *WHEEZE* *wipes his eyelids* I'm crying!

Leonardo: *his laughter tones down* ok- ok- *chuckles* we-we should probably find Altair now.

Shaun: *chuckles* yeah ok, enough is enough, Desmond go change back.

Desmond: yeah ok *walks back into the closet and closes it to change* huh... hey uh... Maria?

Maria: hm? What is it Desmond?

Desmond: uh... how many modern outfits does Altair own?

Maria: twelve regular shirts and... God I don't even know how many hoodies and , why?

Desmond: cause uh... *opens the closet* *he's back in his regular clothes* cause all six of his outfits are still here...

Leonardo: well that can't be right, none of us can leave the house unless we change into our modern clothing.

Malik: he's probably wearing one out of his million hooded sweatshirts and jackets.

Evie: Malik...

Malik: *turns over to Evie*

Evie: *has opened one of Altair's drawers* all his hoodies and jackets are also all still here

Maria and Malik: what?

Everyone walked over to the drawers and saw every hoodie and Jacket Altair owns was still in there, and has completely died the drawer space fo the brim with neatly folded jackets and hooded sweatshirts.

Malik: ... this isn't right... if all his clothing is here... then-

Maria: where is Altair?

Jacob: did he go out in the streets nude or something?

Evie: I really doubt that Jacob... but... then what is he currently wearing then? If all his clothing is here?

Ezio: I don't know... his room seems to have been tited up a bit before he must have left...

Maria: ok, now I'm really worried... where could my husband have gone?

Malik: ...did any of you guys find a note or something?

Leonardo: no, no sign of any kind of information of his where .

Connor: but this doesn't make any sense, why is all of his modern clothes still here? And even then, he didn't even take his assassin robes either...

Rebecca: you guys think, he picked one of our cloths? Possibly a deascise, or something?

Jacob: *looks over at the night stand on the left side of the bed* Maybe he has something on here? *walks over and opens it* He might have-

Maria: Jacob wait-!

Jacob got splatted in the face with a rattan tomato to the face.

Jacob: ... *wipes the tomato off his face* gross... *takes a piece of paper and wipes the extra remaining tomato off his face*

Maria: sorry about that Jacob...

Malik: so where could Altair be?

Jacob: thank you for your concern Malik really, I do...

Leonardo: maybe mike has seen him at the cafe?

Shaun: it's worth a try, every change in modern where and let's take a look.

The ancestors changed into their modern wear and began walking among the streets.

Evie: ... Jacob... what are you wearing?

Jacob: *wearing his detective clothing* Well we got a mystery a foot! And detective Jacob is on the case! The case of the missing Altair!

Malik: *face palm*

They soon they reached Mike's cafe.

Mike: hey guys, whoa~ killer out outfit Jacob.

Jacob: *smiles* thanks ... *whispers to Desmond* (that means cool in modern slang right?)

Desmond: *whispers* (yes)

Jacob: (oh ok)

Malik: hey Mike, have you seen Altair anytime at all today?

Mike: Oh~ Altair? Ya actually he came in here super earlier then normal this morning, said he had somewhere to go today.

Leonardo: do you know where exactly?

Mike: uhh... I think at some old building? I don't remember exactly what he told me, usually my memory is pretty wack in the morning.

Ezio: do you remember where he said he was going?

Mike: uh... I don't think he gave me the street address for it, sorry man.

Connor: I'm sure he couldn't have gone far then.

Desmond: guess we'll keep looking then, thanks for the help mike.

Mike: no problem at all, sorry I couldn't help you guss anymore then that.

Maria: it's alright Mike, well just have to keep looking.

Mike: well I wish you guys luck, I hope you guys find him.

They wave goodbye as they left the cafe.

Mike: huh... maybe I should have told them that he was also wearing some kind of security uniform... meh I'm sure they'll find him

[Next part coming soon]

End of part 1.

Hope you guys liked this little thing I cam up with for a special up coming project I was thinking about doing.

Will the assassins find Altair!? Where has Altair gone!? Was it the work of the templars!? Tune in next time to find out!

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Masterlist

It’s been 4 long yeays, and I’ve finally got my stuff together. Literally. Behold, the Masterlist. Everything I’ve ever written not including the stuff I have saved in drafts and queued for you while I’m not here (so I’ll be adding to this later). It’s been a journey, and I want to thank everyone for their requests, words of encouragement, and bearing with me. At long last, enjoy.

Altair, The Original Baddie, The Original Bae

Mod!Altair: Watching Scary Movies

Being Sick

It’s Not What It Looks Like

Crack A Smile

A Day With: Altair

Jealous

Habibi

The Plan

Altair Doesn’t Stand for Bullies

Pride

Mod!Altair and The Dead Bodies

Ow, I Got A Papercut...Kiss It?

I Love This Song! Want To Dance

Dadtair

Mod!Altair: I’m Not Overreacting! You Killed Someone!

You’re Eyes Should Be On The Target, Not My Backside

Mod!Altair: Normal People Don’t Have A Basement Stockpiled With Weapons

You Look So Beautiful Covered In Blood

Liquid Confidence

Happily Ever After

You’re An Assassin. Act Like It.

The Mentor

Where The Heart Is

That No Good Apple

Masyaf

Novice

Target

Conspiracy

Dating Altair Would Include:

When A Good Man Goes To War

Pictures With Santa

Altair’s Happy Ending

Darim:

How It Should Have Happened (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Early Bird

Malik

Malik and The Shirt

Malik and The Artist

Bureau

Nurse Malik

Office Romance

Rainy Days

AltMal

Dai Malik

AltMar

(Disney AU) Once Upon A Dream

AltMalMar

(Disney AU) Prince Malik

Kadar

Sorry, Was This Your Sweater?

Federico

Did You Just Set The Kitchen On Fire?

Claudia

(Disney AU) Claudia Won’t Say She’s in Love

Ezio de la la la

Mod!Ezio: Coming To Your Rescue

I Think I’m in Love With You, and I’m Terrified.

Make It To The Bed

When You Bring Him Home

Jealous

He Must Be Late, and She Must Be Beautiful

A Ezio HC

I’m So Tired

Mod!Ezio: A Date

Chocolate

Serenade

The Man Who Has Everything

La Volpe and Cats

Mod!Ezio and The Passionate Kissing

Mod!Ezio: Study

Big Brother Ezio and The Skirt

Mod!Ezio: Traffic

Let’s Stay In

Here, Let Me Kiss It Better For You

You Only Know One Side of The Story.

Who Do I Have To Kill For Some Chocolate?

Helping Ezio Kick Butt

You’re An Assassin. Act Like It.

Do It. End This. Please.

I Trusted You!

This Is It. This Is How I Die.

What Could Have Been

EzioLeo

The Love From Near and Afar

Yusuf, The Teddybear of Istanbul

Wake Up!

The Teddybear of Istanbul

Lift

Mod!Yusuf: I’ll Wake You Up When We’re There

Yusuf is 75% Sure

I Don’t Remember What Life What Like Before Loving You

I Bet I’m A Better Cuddler

You Look Adorable When You’re Cold

Would You Look At That.

At What Cost?

Dating Yusuf Would Include:

Yusuf and Claudia

I’ll Wake You Up When We Get There

Claudia Meets Yusuf

Love Affair

Dating Yusuf Would Include:

Yusuf x Arno

Turkish Delight

Connor Kenbae

Sleepless

The Hero You Need

Mod!Connor: Watching Scary Movies

Reacting to Your Pregnancy

Being Sick

Connor Doesn’t Stand for Bullies

A Rainy Day

The Middle of a Thunderstorm

Please Don’t Do This.

Is There A Reason You’re Naked in My Bed?

Sweater Weather

Tell Me A Secret

A Massage

Wanna Dance?

Fainting

Mod!Connor: Helping You Through A Bad Day

It’s A Big World, Connor Kenway

Connor and The Artist

The Death of Charles Lee

Jealous

A Fight

Snow Day

What Were You Dreaming About? You Were Shouting.

Tired

Mod!Connor: A Date

Teddybear

Lift

Mod!Connor: Confessing

Faith, Trust, and Ratonhnhake:ton

Love At First Fight

Jealousy Brews Beasts

Connor vs The Bow

TOKW Connor

Connor and The Cereal

Connor and The Dream

Connor and Cats

Connor and The Arm

Connor and The Dead Bodies

Connor Punches First, Asks Questions Later

Puppy With The Puppy

What Would I Do Without You?

Here, I’ll Kiss It Better For You

You Look Adorable When You’re Cold

Do You Think You Could Just Talk To Me?

Happy Birthday Connor

Family Fun

Beautifully Flawed

Haytham Hits On You, And It Goes How You’d Expect

I’d Do It Again If I Have To

Half Blood (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9) (Chapter 10) (Chapter 11) (Chapter 12)

Of Course There’s Blood. What Did You Expect?

This Is The Worst Time For It To Start Raining

The Man With The Silver Tongue

Braiding Connor’s Hair

Angsty

Happily Ever After

You...You Fight Good

I...I...I Think I Love You

Must You Be So Dramatic?

Cat and Mouse

Fire Fire

The Flames

Spur of the Moment

Heart Health

Kanen’to:kon

This Is Not Funny

Smitten!

Connor & Kanen’to:kon

Teddybear

Connor & Haytham

Kenways’ Happy Ending (Part 1) (Part 2)

Haytham

Kiss Me.

Just A Bad Dream

It’s Already, I’ll Manage On My Own

Comparisons

Baby Brother

Shipwrecked

Mod!Haytham & Teen!Connor: Haytham’s Lovelife

Mod!Haytham and The Name

Haytham and The Dream

Haytham and The Passionate Kissing

Ow, I Got A Papercut...Kiss It?

It’s Not Just You That I Love

Cupid’s Chokehold

Haytham and Ziio:

(Disney AU) Colors of the Wind

Thomas Hickey

Hickey and The Proposal

Hickey Asks For A Date

Edward Kenway

Time Alone

Hey! I Was Gonna Eat That!

I Wish I Could Hate You

A Massage

Fainting

Marry Me?

Jealous

Is There A Reason You’re Naked in My Bed?

This Is Not Funny

Look At Those Muscles

You Can Sit On My Lap, If You Want

Mod!Edward: Hot Chocolate

A Little Trip

Edward is 75% Sure

Edward and The Arm

Mod!Edward and The Skirt

Drunk In Love

I Love This Song! Want To Dance?

That’s Not Exactly What An Apology Sounds Like

Mary Had A Little... (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6)

Righting Wrongs (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Mod!Edward: Leather Jackets, Hot Chocolate, Edward Kenway

Goodnight, and Joy Be With You All

Dating Edward Would Include:

(Disney AU) Golly, What a Day!

Charles Vane

Why Didn’t You Just Ask?

What Would I Do Without You?

It’s Not Just You That I Love

Failing Vane

Arno Victor Dorian

Strange Weather

Is There A Reason You’re Naked in My Bed?

Hey! I Was Gonna Eat That!

Mod!Arno: Urges

Jealous

The Weird Dream

A Fight

The Fight

Lift

You Can Cook?

This Is Not Funny

Arno and The Ankle

Arno and The Arm

Mod!Arno and The Passionate Kissing

Arno and The Cat

Arno and The Cats

It’s Not Just You That I Love

Happy Birthday, Mr. Dorian

You’re An Assassin. Act Like It.

Arno’s Escape

Dating Arno Would Include:

One Dance

Beginner’s Unluck

Being Arno’s Sister

A Friend In Need

First Kiss

A Cafe in Paris

(NSFW) Happy Birthday, Mr. Dorian

Arno & The Frenchmen Four

To Save The Savior

We Have A Dog

Mod!Frenchmen: This Is Not Funny

Ghosts

The Thing

I Bet I’m A Better Cuddler Than You

When I Said Start A Small Fire, This Was Not What I Was Talking About

I Got Stabbed...So You Bought Me Cake

If We’re Arrested, It’s Entirely Your Fault

Be Our Guest

Arno, A Man of No Words

Something Blue, Something Borrowed (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Qu’est-ce que c’est?

The Frenchmen Four

A Walk In The Park

A Background (My Personal HC)

A Typical Day

Dating HC

Older Siblings HC

Axeman

To The Rescue

Blades

Mod!Gerard: Did You Just Set The Kitchen On Fire?

Lift

Did I Mention How Cute You Look After A Run?

Greencoat

Bagel

So, Basically, You’re In A Cult

Green Coat, Red Cheeks

Green Eggs and Ham

Ghost

A Ghost Story

Elise

Hot Chocolate and Smores?

Shay Patrick Cormac

Hey, I’m With You, Always

Have You Seen The...? Oh.

Don’t Panic, Love

A Fight

Riven (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7)

Look At Those Muscles

I’ll Wake You Up When We’re There

With Child

Mod!Shay and The Arm

Shay in Jail

Shay is 75% Sure

I Don’t Remember What Life Was Like Before Loving You

Cold? Here, Let Me Hold You

You Look Adorable When You’re Cold

Here, I’ll Kiss It Better For You

I Don’t Need Luck, I Have Hope

Someone’s Trying To Kill Us, And You’re Flirting With Me?

Must You Be So Dramatic?

I Make My Own Luck (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9) (Chapter 10) (Chapter 11) (Chapter 12) (Chapter 13) (Chapter 14) (Chapter 15) (Chapter 16)

Happy Holidays from The Cormac Family

Soft Shay

Dating Shay Would Include:

(Disney AU) Into the Unknown

Liam O’Brien

Liam’s Happy Ending

Happy Holidays With Liam

Dating Liam Would Include:

Jacob

Did You Do That For Me? Aw, Come Here

Jacob Being Sweet

Brawl

Jacob and The Skirt

Mod!Jacob and The Car

Mod!Jacob and The Underwear

Jacob Punches First, Asks Questions Later

A Use of The Rooks

Cold? Here, Let Me Hold You

Mod!Jacob: Hot Chocolate and Smores?

It’s Not Just You That I Love

I Can’t Imagine Being Alone Anymore

Name One Time, I Dare You

Mod!Jacob: Father Frye

You Only Know One Side of The Story.

Happily Ever After

Must You Be So Dramatic?

You’re An Assassin. Act Like it.

I...I Think I Love You

Do It. End This. Please.

You’re The Source of All My Problems

Evie

A Night With Evie

Evie and The Cereal

Henry

A Sweet Story

Desmond, Definately Alive, Miles

Lift

Did You Just Set The Kitchen on Fire?

Fluffy Desmond

Desmond’s Song

Desmond and The Chloroform

Desmond and The Underwear

Desmond is 75% Sure

Desmond

Can’t Imagine Being Alone Anymore

I Love This Song! Want To Dance?

Hot Chocolate and Smores?

Sorry, Was That Your Sweater?

Roof Talks

I Trusted You!

Desmond’s Happy Ending

Shaun

Shaun and The Demon

Shaun and The Underwear

It’s Not Just You That I Love

I Don’t Remember What Life Was Like Before Loving You

I Bet I’m A Better Cuddler Than You

Grab My Hand. We’re Gonna Make A Jump For It

We’re Not Dating

A Happy Ending With Shaun and Clay

Abstrego

Cavities

Kassandra

Alexios

Have We Met? (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

(Disney AU) Zero to Hero

Brasidas

(NSFW) Baesidas

Assassin Prefernces:

When You’re Sick

When They’re Sick

Secret Truths: Talents

Secret Truths: Fears

Secret Truths: Sleeping

Secret Truths: (Axeman, Yusuf, Malik)

Secret Truths: Sex

Secret Truths: Sex (Evie, Yusuf, Malik)

Secret Truths: Fears (Evie, Jacob, Henry)

How They’d Confess / Ask You Out On Your First Date

Reacting To Your Tattoo

Reacting To Their S/O’s Pregnancy (Altair, Ezio, Connor, Edward, Yusuf, Jacob, Connor, Shay,

Training Styles (Altair, Ezio, Connor, Shay, Evie, Jacob)

Reacting To Their S/O Speaking Their Language (Altair, Edward, Ezio,

Secret Truths: Dogs (Altair, Ezio, Connor, Edward, Haytham, Shay, Evie, Jacob)

Secret Truths: Dancing (Connor, Edward, Haytham, Shay, Aveline, Elise, Evie, Altair, Ezio, Jacob, Malik) Bayek (not my addition), Kassandra, Alexios,

Coffee / Tea Preferences (Everyone)

How They Say “My Wife”

Combo Assassins:

Connor and Arno: Friends and The Tub

Falling For Jacob

Gang Gang

Edward Punches First, Asks Questions Later

Aveline, Evie, and The Dead Bodies

Connor, Shay, and The Sprained Ankle

Ezio, Arno, and The Arm

Let Them Eat Cake

Assassins To The Dentist

Sons and Daughters: Backyard Fun

Blackout

A Modern Shakespeare

Shay: I’m Surrounded By Idiots

Connor: Do It. End This. Please.

Jacob: You’re An Assassin. Act Like It.

Edward: Must You Be So Dramatic?

Edward: I Hate Myself

The Other Side of the War

The Assassins As Roommates:

The Original

Girls’ Nights

Part 2

Nicknames With Jacob

Friendsgiving 2015

British Bromance

Girl’s Night

Break In

Scary Movie

Date Night: Altair and Maria

Christmas 2016

Fight Club (Evie vs Connor) (Desmond vs Jacob) (Malik vs Alexios) (Altair vs Bayek)

Moving Out

Tall Tales

Altair’s Birthday

Altair’s Happy Ending

Canon Crimes

Halloween 2019

Fun

Thanksgiving 2019

Meeting The Spartan Siblings

Christmas 2019

The Christmas Miracle of 2019

(Disney AU) I’ll Make a Man Out of You

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Moth Wings 7

Pairing: AltMal, Altair+Desmond Rating: Explicit Tags: vampires, romance, servant AU, music AU, fluff, angst, flangst Status: WIP

Oof it’s been a while. I should really keep on top of this here on Tumblr. As before Tumblr gets updated before AO3, meanwhile Patreon is like 40k words ahead of everyone. Like Malik and Altair have fucked already lol

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Altair was alone in his room carefully restringing his violin. One of the strings had snapped and he took it as an excuse to put all new ones on. He saved the good old ones but putting new ones on gave him something to do before he passed out.

He’d been playing so much and that was why the string had broken. He’d tightened it too much and just all the playing he’d been doing the past few weeks had put a strain on the string and made it snap. It’d also left a cut across the top of his hand when it’d snapped, nothing serious but he’d had to leave Desmond in the care of someone else until the bleeding stopped. You couldn’t have an open wound around a vampire child like that. They didn’t have the control adults did.

He perked up when there was a knock on his door. Who? He got up and opened the door and couldn’t help himself. He looked down at Malik’s chest instead of at his face. “Did you need something, sir?” Altair asked.

“I came to see how your hand was doing,” Malik said.

Altair self consciously reached over and touched his bandage wrapped hand. It stung a little still but the bleeding had stopped. It had only broken the top few layers of skin, barely bleeding at all. “It’s doing fine. Probably won’t even scar.”

“Won’t affect your playing?”

“No, sir,” he said, still not looking at Malik directly.

“Are you able to play now?” Altair just shrugged. He flinched when Malik gently tipped his head up. “I don’t like talking to the top of your head, Altair.”

“Habit,” was all he said. Malik’s hand stayed under his chin, barely touching him.

“Is your hand well enough to play?”

“Tomorrow, probably. I should give it time to heal.”

“Good,” Malik nodded. “I’ve heard you playing for Desmond, you sound better every time, I swear.”

“Yeah, it’s called practice,” Altair said. Malik laughed. He’d never made a vampire laugh before. Well, except Desmond. But that hardly counted. Desmond was a baby.

“How are you sleeping?”

“That’s not your concern,” Altair said and finally pulled his head out of Malik’s reach, taking a step back into his room, hand on the door. “I don’t give you permission to come in here,” he said when he saw Malik try to step over his threshold. While Malik was invited into the castle and that meant every room he was welcome in you could revoke that permission. Altair had learned that when Desmond had first learned to walk and ended up almost going into rooms he shouldn’t have been in because he was curious. Altair was technically a member of the house and he could deny others access to rooms. He didn’t do it often.

Malik was frozen at the doorway. “I’m just trying to help you, Altair.”

“I asked you to leave me alone, sir,” Altair said. “That would help me.”

“How? Huh?”

“What does my condition have to do with you? You’re not of this coven, you’re not of this house. You’re just a guest. You shouldn’t meddle in the affairs of your hosts-

“Because I am not a monster is why,” Malik snapped. “And when I see suffering I want to end it if I can. My country is tearing itself apart and my coven decided to ‘make the best of it’ by coming to the conclusion that because humans were killing each other they could just casually hunt humans again like we were monsters. I couldn’t do anything to end the suffering there but damnit I can try and do something here,” he’d gotten very worked up and Altair was glad they were on opposite sides of the threshold.

“You don’t deserve to be treated like this, Altair. I want to help you.”

“I don’t want your help. So far you’ve done nothing but bring me pain,” Altair told him. “I was in ignorant bliss before. And you thinking you know what is best for me, a man you don’t even know, just made my reality all the more crushing. I told you before, you may help me now but you won’t be here forever, and when you leave this is where I’ll be. I’d rather not know the silken pillow for the stone that comes later.” Malik had nothing to say to that but he looked very annoyed.

“I need to go to bed now. Goodnight, Malik,” and he closed the door. He heard Malik make an wordless noise of anger and frustration on the other side but he didn’t care. He sat back down on his cot to finish stringing the violin. Only then did he put it away carefully and crawl into bed.

—

Now that Altair had taken Desmond outside the boy wanted to go more often. Altair didn’t mind. It was nice this time of year. Brisk at night, a creeping autumn chill settling in the valley. The leaves were starting to change color and soon they’d be falling. The master would bring some humans up in the day and have the grounds raked. It’d start snowing early and last well into spring. Altair had liked autumn and winter before he’d come to the castle but up here in isolation he hated it. There was no hot cider or warm fruit pies or the harvest festival.

So he was surprised when the master came and found Altair and Desmond in one of the gardens. Desmond was splashing his hands in the fountain, chasing the fish around the circular pond and slapping the water to make them dart away. Every time they swam away he’d laugh. Altair had a lamp beside him and was drawing idly. When the master came up he stopped drawing and kept his eyes down.

“So this is where you’ve been off to,” the master said.

“Yes, sir. The young master likes being outside in this weather,” Altair said, looking at the vampire’s well made shoes.

“Good. The town is throwing a festival in a few days. Bring him down to it.”

Altair looked up in surprise but when he met the master’s black eyes his brows went down and Altair immediately looked down again. “The harvest festival? We’re to go this year?”

“Yes. It’s good for him to see what sorts of things humans do so he isnt stupid.”

“Am I simply to accompany you and the mistress or am I free to wander?”

The master was thoughtful. “We will be the king and queen of the harvest and stationary. But a festival is a big place for exploring. We want our son to experience it.”

“Of course, master,” Altair bowed slightly where he was sitting.

“Ensure you look presentable when you go down there. You reflect on us as well,” he said.

“Yes, master,” Altair nodded. You mean not wear the same shirt he’d worn three days in a row because he hadn’t had a chance to wash them because he couldn’t add his laundry to the coven’s. William left after that, stopping briefly to see what Desmond was doing but he didn’t have much interest in the child.

Altair bit his lower lip and went back to his drawing. He needed to plan for this and make sure he had time to clean his nicer clothes. Or at least his nicest clothes. They were fairly nice too. He didn’t wear them often so he could keep them in good shape.

He heard a rustling of the trees and looked up, shielding the lamp slightly to help with his night vision. At first he saw nothing and then he hunched. A few members of the coven were flying off into the dark, their dragonfly and beetle wings flashing in the silver moonlight. He could hear their voices from here but not what they were saying, chattering to each other. Desmond looked up too. He held onto the fountain and started jumping up and down his little transparent wings buzzing without generating any lift. But he was trying.

They swooped across the nearly full moon, laughing and playing and Altair didn’t like watching them. Seeing human figures with wings like bugs flying in the night sky didn’t fill him with a sense of wonder. Were they just playing? Or were they out to play hunt? He’d heard of that happening, especially this coven. Not in Castlesong but in other towns in the valley they’d play stalk and hunt the people there only to laugh and dart away into the sky, finding the human’s fear of being eaten hilarious.

The vampires darted around the air but eventually flew too far away for Altair to hear or see them anymore. That made him feel better. He turned away from the sky. Desmond whined in annoyance he couldn’t fly with them and kept jumping to try and fly after them. Then he sat angrily on the ground, arms folded, pouting hard. Altair grinned watching him. “You’ll fly one day, Desmond,” Altair called to him. Desmond just whined and reached up towards the moon. “I know. You’ll get there when you’re older, just like the others,” Altair promised him.

“Now,” Desmond whined. Altair laughed. Desmond got up and came over to Altair and collapsed on his thigh. “Now,” he said looking up at Altair.

“Sorry. I can’t fly, neither can you,” he stroked Desmond’s hair gently. “But once your wings are bigger you’ll be able to.” Desmond just whined. “I know. Being a sweet little boy is so hard,” Altair teased him. Desmond whined louder and Altair just laughed some more.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Altair nearly jumped out of his skin at the voice behind him. He twisted around and frowned. It was Malik. He’d left Altair alone for a few days but he couldn’t seem to figure it out that Altair wanted to just be left alone for real. He was dressed in an elegant black and blue outfit that wasn’t a cut Altair had ever seen. At least not on a man. It looked almost like a dress but closer to a long tunic.

“Did you need something, sir?” Altair asked, looking at Desmond instead of Malik.

“I couldn’t help but overhear. Desmond wanted to join the others in a flight?”

“Yes. But he’s still too little.” Desmond pouted at Altair.

“Well that’s true, but he can still fly.”

Altair looked at him in confusion. “Unless there’s something I’m missing about how wings work, no he can’t,” he said.

He almost swallowed his tongue when Malik came around and without asking picked Desmond up. The child protested for half a second but in that time Malik unfurled his huge wings and picked himself up off the ground. Then Desmond started making happy little squeaks like he did when she was a newborn.

Altair got to his feet nervously, drawings forgotten. “Don’t drop him,” Altair called up to Malik who was only ten or so feet above his head.

“I would never,” Malik said. He flew back and forth around the fountain.

Altair’s heart was in his throat when Malik flew up over the garden trees and he lost sight of them in the darkness. His heart pounded with anxiety and then a huge pair of eyes appeared in the darkness above. Altair took a moment to realize it was the false eyes on the inside of Malik’s moth-like wings. He let out a shaky breath of relief when Malik landed in front of him.

“He’s fine,” Malik said even as Altair snatched the baby from Malik.

“If he was anything less than fine it’d be my life,” Altair said, holding Desmond tightly.

“Plaw!” Desmond cried happily, squirming in Altair’s arms but Altair kept a firm grip on him.

Altair took a deep breath to calm himself but his heart was still hammering. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked Desmond. Desmond nodded hugely, a huge smile on his face. “What do we say to people who do nice things for us?” he asked and faced Desmond towards Malik.

“Thank you,” Desmond cried cutely.

Malik looked taken aback a moment and then softened. “You’re welcome. What are you doing out here?”

“We’re enjoying the night,” Altair said, trying not to sound incredulous. He was a servant, not a captive. He could leave the castle as he wanted and certainly walk the grounds.

“Plaw plaw,” Desmond demanded.

“Desmond, hush,” Altair said.

“Altear, plaw!”

Altair sighed. “Alright.” He’d left his violin in the castle. He tried to juggle Desmond around to pick up his things but to his surprise Malik just did so instead. “I can take those,” he said, holding a hand out for them.

“I don’t mind,” Malik said.

“I’m sure this doesn’t qualify as leaving me alone,” Altair said.

“I live here. You’ll have to get used to me being around,” Malik said with a smirk. The real annoying part about it was that it just made Malik look more handsome, especially with his slightly wind ruffled hair from flying.

Altair just didn’t bother arguing. “Fine,” he said and took Desmond back into the castle. He let the boy down in his room and Desmond ran around and pulled out some of his toys and set them up like a little audience to listen to Altair play the violin. “I’ll take that now,” he held his hand for his things again to Malik.

“Can I join the audience?” Malik asked sheepishly. That annoyed Altair. Why was he so persistent in trying to bother Altair? Couldn’t he just leave Altair alone? But Altair figured at this point it’d be easier just to go along with it than fight Malik on it. He was good at making himself a nuisance and Altair didn’t have the energy to fight him.

“If you want,” and Altair took the sketchbook and his pencils. Malik glided into the room and sat cross legged behind Desmond’s toys he was still setting up to witness Altair’s playing.

Altair got his violin and got ready. He’d built up the proper calluses now over the weeks and his hand dexterity was way up. That made him happy. “Is everyone ready?” he asked Desmond who was carefully aligning his toys just so.

“Almost,” Desmond said, rearranging the wooden horses he had into some order that made the most sense to him, which Altair had no idea what that was but it made him happy. Then Desmond flopped down next to a large soft stuffed animal. “Plaw,” he said and he gave a little cheer when Altair drew out the first chord across the strings.

The two vampires watched and listened in silent delight. Altair hardly noticed them. He was playing a song he’d found the last time he’d visited his father. He’d brought some sheet music back up to the castle to have some actual music to play. The song he played was the only one he’d memorized so far. It was normally played with a singing accompaniment but Altair didn’t sing well enough to try. It was about a mountain climber trying to reach the tallest peak surrounding the valley. But he was foolish and went during a blizzard and never came home. People found him frozen to death on the side of the mountain a week later once the weather turned. It was a sad song but the tempo was upbeat and was usually sung as a cheerful but cautionary tale about not being an idiot and staying home during blizzards.

He finished the song and Malik clapped. Desmond looked at Malik and after a second mimicked him, slapping his palms together and not really succeeding in a proper clap. “That was amazing,” Malik said. “Right, Desmond? Altair plays beautiful music.”

“Bu-ful,” Desmond declared, still clapping.

“Did you make that?” Malik asked him.

“No. It’s a well known bard tune here in the valley. It’s about not going out during a blizzard or you’ll freeze to death,” Altair said.

“Excuse my ignorance: what’s a blizzard?” Malik asked. “We don’t have that where I’m from.”

“Well it's a storm but instead of rain it’s snow so thick you can’t see through it and can drop feet and feet of snow. It’s dangerous to go out in because of the cold.”

Malik grimaced. “That sounds terrible. Do you have blizzards often here?”

“A few times during winter, yes.” He laughed when Malik shivered just thinking about it. “You came here.”

“I didn’t think the weather would be that extreme,” Malik admitted.

“Altear, plaw plaw,” Desmond said, quite over the adults having a conversation when he could have more music.

“Okay okay,” Altair said to quiet him. He tried playing a song he was in the process of memorizing. He had the first part down but the second part was coming along slow. But he played it and the vampires didn’t care that he played the first few dozen bars over and over again to try and remember the next part.

Eventually he grew frustrated. He needed the sheet music. “Alright, that’s enough for now,” he declared.

“Awwww,” Desmond complained.

“I’ll play later,” Altair said.

“Yay!”

“Now put your toys away. They all want to go home after the performance,” Altair said. Desmond got up and started picking up his toys.

Malik unfolded from the floor. “That was magnificent,” he said, coming over to Altair as he was putting his instrument away. “It sounds so different from how you started off.”

“Desmond insists I play every day. It’s hard not to improve,” Altair said.

“I’m quite jealous of him. He gets to hear you play all the time. I just do if I happen to walk by at the right moment.” Altair just shrugged. Malik looked at Desmond cleaning up. “I’ve seen other vampire children, they’re never this well behaved, or clean up their own mess,” he said.

“Were they raised by vampires, or humans?”

“Vampires,” Malik said.

“Vampire parents don’t care about their children,” Altair said, punctuating it with clasps on the case snapping closed.

“That’s not true,” Malik protested.

Altair looked at him mildly, looking up but over his shoulder just so Malik wouldn’t touch him. “From what I’ve seen so far they don’t,” was all he said.

Malik grimaced. “Well... William and Kaley aren’t really star parent material I’ll agree,” he said. “But most other vampire parents care about the raising of their children. They’re still rarely this well behaved.”

“You can care about your children but if they’re old and aloof you’ll neglect them anyway,” Altair said. “And they’ll act unruly. I assume that’s why the masters have had humans raise their children for them. They know they don’t care, so force a human to care about them instead.”

Malik was taken aback. “The rest of them?”

“As far as I know,” Altair shrugged. He moved away from Malik and went to help Desmond with the last bit of putting his toys away. “What do you want to do now, Desmond?”

Desmond looked thoughtful. “Dwa,” he said.

“Okay,” Altair said gently and got some paper and pastels and pencils and put them on the floor for Desmond to draw with. Altair didn’t mind if Malik was still there. He could hang around if he wanted but Altair didn’t care about him. His only worry was Desmond. Desmond had an active imagination and loved drawing and it was full of color and intricate lines as he mimicked Altair. Altair also sometimes drew him lined drawings to color in. He’d gotten very good at drawing flowers as of late for Desmond to color in as those were some of Desmond's favorites. It meant there was a stuffed folder full of messily colored well drawn flowers.

He was shocked when Malik sat down on the floor with them. “May I join you, young master?” he asked Desmond.

“Dwa?”

“Yes. I like to draw too.”

“Okie,” Desmond said happily and went back to merrily scribbling on some paper.

Altair looked at Malik as he started drawing on a half used piece of paper Desmond had already drawn a few wide scribbles on. He was using Desmond seemingly random lines to make something out of them. Altair couldn’t help but keep glancing at what Malik was drawing even as he was casually using the pastels to make block shapes on his own paper. He was surprised that Malik was actually quite good. He had a delicate but purposeful hand, the pencil he was using barely leaving a mark on the paper but he went over it again and again to build up depth and volume in a way Altair had never seen before.

After a little while he’d turned some spiraled scribbles Desmond had put on the paper into strange centaurs of those striped horses that pulled his carriage. Zebras? Altair thought that was what they were called.

“Ooo,” Desmond leaned over to see what Malik was doing. “Horsey,” he pointed.

“Yes. They’re called zebras,” Malik said patiently.

“Zeeebas,” Desmond said.

“Close,” Malik allowed. “I have some.”

“Have horsies?”

Altair sighed. “Now you’ve done it?”

“What?” Malik asked.

“Horsies. Horsies. Horsies!” Desmond cried. “Altear horsies.”

“I take it he likes horses?” Malik asked with a grin.

“He loves horses. Ever since he saw Jacob and Evie leave that one time on them a few weeks ago to go visit a town in the north part of the valley but they were too lazy to fly,” Altair sighed.

“Altear, horsies! Zeeeebas!”

“I think he just wants to taste one at this point,” Altair leaned on his thigh.

Malik chuckled. “I have zebras,” he told Desmond. Desmond’s black eyes got huge. “Would you like to see them, young master?” Desmond’s mouth popped open and he just made a high pitched screeing sound he did when he was excited.

Altair reached over and closed his mouth. “That’s loud,” he said. Desmond flapped his hands at Altair excitedly, whining loudly. “Use your words and answer master Malik properly,” he said calmly.

Desmond tried to compose himself but he still flapped his arms excitedly. “Go zeebas?”

“Ah— if it’s alright with Altair,” Malik looked at Altair.

“What do we say?” Altair asked Desmond.

“Please!”

“Yes. We see the zebras. But first we have to clean up.” Desmond made an annoyed noise. “The quicker we clean up the sooner we can see the zebras.” Desmond immediately got up and started putting the pastels and pencils into their wooden bin. Altair gathered up the papers. Malik handed over his zebra centaurs over to Altair to add to the pile. Altair took a more than cursory glance over the picture and quickly put it away and got up to hide his blush. The two centaurs had his and Malik’s faces on them.

How inappropriate.

Altair picked up the bin and put them away, out of reach of Desmond normally and the paper went into one of the nearly overflowing folders full of paper. “All clean?” Altair asked Desmond.

“All cwean!” Desmond said proudly. Altair held out his hand and Desmond bounced over to grab it. “Zeebas now?” he asked, pulling on Altair’s hand.

“Yes. If that’s alright with you, sir.”

“Of course. I offered,” Malik said. He guided them out of the room and through the castle. They passed a few members of the coven who’d just come back from their flight, laughing and shoving each other playfully. They greeted Malik and Desmond but ignored Altair entirely, not even acknowledging that he was holding Desmond’s hand while he excitedly told them they were going to see the horses in the stables. Then they passed the trio by and disappeared into the castle.

“Rude bunch,” Malik said.

“They’re vampires,” was all Altair said and he saw Malik wince.

They left the castle and Altair saw the dull color of a false dawn on the horizon. They couldn’t be out here too long. Malik led them around the drive to the stables. In the large stables were normal horses and in a paddock outside were Malik’s four zebras.

Desmond cried out when he saw the zebras and pulled on Altair’s hand but Altair only walked a little faster.

They got to the fence and Altair picked Desmond to put him on top of the fence to sit, holding onto the boy lightly so he didn’t fall. “Just be ready to grab him,” Malik said.

“Why?”

“Zebras can be... aggressive,” Malik said even as he climbed over the fence. Yes. Just say that and walk off like it didn’t shoot worry all through Altair instantly.

He didn’t know what Malik was doing but he did start leading a zebra over by a halter. The creature seemed lethargic. Not a shock. It was late and it had probably been just woken up. “Here we go, young master, a zebra,” Malik said, presenting the zebra before Desmond. “I believe this one’s name is Qaseem.”

“Horsie,” Desmond said and reached out to pet the front of its nose. The zebra allowed it, its eyes lidded and sleepy. “Pretty,” he said.

“Yes. They are, aren’t they,” Malik said. “They’re from my country, far to the south of here. Only vampires keep them.”

“Why?”

“Because they’re a pain to train, and breed, and maintain,” Malik said and Desmond just stared at him, not understanding. “Because humans don’t like them,” he said instead.

“Ooooh.” That Desmond understood.

Malik let Desmond pet Qaseem for a little bit before Altair said, “The sun will be up soon. We should go back inside.”

“No. Horsie,” Desmond whined.

“We can see the horsie tomorrow night too. But the sun is coming. We don’t like the sun, right?”

Desmond looked torn. “Sun bad,” he finally agreed.

Altair helped Desmond down from the fence once he gave Qaseem one last pet on the head. Malik released the zebra to go back and join the others of the little herd. He climbed over the fence and joined them on the right side. “See zeebas again?”

“Yes, of course,” Malik said.

“Yay! Altear, hungry,” he proclaimed.

“Yes. I’m sure,” Altair said.

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