#((Altair did the boys

[curiosity-killed]

OG baby boy murder man

[ALT ID: A digital painting of Altaïr Ibn-LaʼAhad from Assassin's Creed rendered in blue with one golden eye visible, from which gold lines streak down the canvas.]

#I MISS MY BOY #i did go digging thru my AC wips and found #a) mostly finished dragon AU which is so extremely not my usual style that i remain bewildered by it #b) altmal sex talk . doc aka ace alty fic #unfortunately very little else that i could noodle into :< #send aid for these trying times pls #assassins creed #ac art #altair ibn la ahad #my art

[hart269]

Slithering Hearts

Chapter 2

Pairing : Regulus Black x Fem!reader

Synopsis : You begin an unlikely friendship with the little Black. And soon your whole life seems to have become a tumultuous pathway. The catch, James Potter is your brother.

Notes : A ride in Hogwarts express and the awaited House sorting

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

You were showing off your new owl to your mom, Euphemia, who smiled at the owl "He indeed is cute, what have you named it".

"Altair" you had exclaimed when James came running, more like dragging one of his friends.

"Mom, mom, meet him, It's Sirius" James exclaimed pointing at the other guy who stiffly bowed,

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Potter".

Euphemia smiled pushing him up by his shoulders, "There's no need for such formalities dear". Sirius smiled, relaxing, then he glanced at you and smirked, "You must be the baby potter"

You turned at your brother glaring, "Baby potter", to which he just shrugged.

Turning to Sirius, you extended your hand, "I am Y/N Potter, one year younger, so not a baby".

Sirius chuckled shaking your hand, "If that pleases you".

Euphemia laughed, "Okay now, Sirius why don't you join us, we were gonna go for ice-cream". Sirius looked conflicted, "I would have loved to Mrs.Potter but my mother would kill me if I don't return back". Euphemia nodded, "Later then".

The rest of the shopping went by quick, you had brought many new books, like :-

"A detailed guide to mastering the first year " by Hana Dygh

"The Dark Forces : A Guide to self protection" by Quentin Trimble

with some other light reads. After you two had brought everything required, living and non living, you left the alley with a new member, Altair.

You were packed for Hogwarts, standing at the station you hugged your mom, while your dad was telling James to take care of you, since he was the older brother, which james grudgingly agreed to, earning a light slap on the back of his head. You hugged your dad and told them goodbyes, promising to write to them.

You got on the train with James, who wandered through the cabins before stopping on one where two boys were sitting and talking. One of them was comparatively small, with little eyes, while the other was quite lanky, with was a strange scar running down his neck, he was to first to glance up.

"Hey Mate", they all hugged each other while you stood quite awkwardly at the side, "And this is my sis, Y/N", you shook their hands as they introduced themselves,

"Peter Pettigrew, nice to meet you"

"Remus Lupin, pleasure to meet you"

"Pleasure to meet you too", you said shaking his hand, there seemed to be a wound on his wrist too, it seemed fresh, like an animal's claw, was he attacked, however you didn't stare, instead moved to sit beside James.

The train gate was banged open, huffing wildly, Sirius was standing there grinning, "Hello Guys" he grinned, however behind him you saw the same boy you had seen at the pet shop, he seemed almost embarassred at Sirius's antics, more so as everyone's eye shifted to him.

"This thing here is the new pride of the noble house of Black, Regulus" Sirius announced patting his shoulder.

The boy, Regulus seemed to cower more in itself, glancing tensely, until they landed at you, stopping in recognition. You smiled extending your hand to him, "Y/N Potter". He gently shook it. "Regulus Black"

The train ride was quite tense at first but then, it slowly eased into a more comfortable environment as everyone began talking about their summer, you learned about the various books Remus has read, about Sirius's "evil" as he claimed mothter. However, Regulus sitting infront of you was mostly reserved, so you tried your best to open him up.

"I named my owl Altair, what did you name yours?"

Regulus seemed to be lost in a deep thought, before blurting "Vega"

"That's a nice name"

"Thanks" he uttered the lightest pink dusting his cheeks.

The dusk came soon as the sun dipped into the horizon. The train landed at Hogmeade station, which you looked at wide eyed, it was a beautiful sight, you had heard them talk about it but it was different actually looking at it.

"Open your mouth a bit more and it will fall off" James snickered, leading you to hit him. "Okay, zouwu, first years go by the boat, don't fall in the river"

Sirius snapped his head at you, "Zouwu"

James turned excitedly, "It's a really funny story, on-oomph" James huffed as you hit him again, and fell silent after you threatened him with an embarassing story of his. They all went to the carraiges while you and Regulus joined other 1st years on the boat ride.

The boat you were on consisted of you, Rgulus, a girl named Ismelda and a guy named Barnaby. The dark lake was pitch black, with only the reflection of lights hung on your boats.

Barnaby searched his pockets, "Do you want to see in the black lake, I have someth-" a splash echoed as he slipped into the lake, without thinking you jumped after him, in the icy cold water. Seeing only darkness, you wildly flung your hand until your hand graabbed his leg, holding it you broke the surface, barely able to keep up, you felt two pair of hands wrap around you pulling you and Barnaby up, who coughed and gasped.

Regulus looked at you, "Are you okay?"

Barnaby spluttered, "I'm fine", causing you to snort.

Soon both of you were dry with a swoosh of Professor McGonagoll's wand, who looked at you pointedly, something about potters always present during troubles, and led to the great hall for house sorting. One by one students were called and sorted, leading a cheer from their respective houses. Regulus went before you, sitting apprehensively at the stool.

"SLYTHERIN"

You glanced at Sirius, who visibly slumped, eyes glinting with dissapointment. Regulus looked relaxed but solemn. And soon your name was called, before the hat covered your eyes, you saw James giving you a thumbs-up with a wide grin. Sitting in anticipation, you waited in baited breath, suddenly a voice spoke to you, in your mind,

"Hmm, you seem to have a wandering mind yet its sharp, theres bravery, potential"

Thrn it was a sharp silence, and a loud cheer as your ears rang and you tried to make sure you had heard correctly,

"SLYTHERIN"

#regulus black #regulus black x y/n #regulus black x you #regulus black series #regulus black x reader #regulus black x female reader #timothee x reader #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet #timothee fanfic #marauders era #marauders #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew

[teecupangel]

Do we have a Phonenix yet in the menagire? We need one.

Phoenix!Desmond, probably looking like a normal bird for the most part, and stays with Sef when they go after the mongols (Altair probably thinks he's getting too old he looked a bit ratty lately) and takes the hit when Swami tries to kill him.

Idk whether to have this crack or angest with them thinking Desmond died, had a chick, and was apparently a female bird the entire time.

Okay, so I was checking the Phoenix wiki page for any information if it would be possible that Altaïr would know what a phoenix is and there’s this part written by Herodotus (yes, Kassandra’s Herodotos)

[The Egyptians] have also another sacred bird called the phoenix which I myself have never seen, except in pictures. Indeed it is a great rarity, even in Egypt, only coming there (according to the accounts of the people of Heliopolis) once in five hundred years, when the old phoenix dies. Its size and appearance, if it is like the pictures, are as follow: The plumage is partly red, partly golden, while the general make and size are almost exactly that of the eagle. They tell a story of what this bird does, which does not seem to me to be credible: that he comes all the way from Arabia, and brings the parent bird, all plastered over with myrrh, to the temple of the Sun, and there buries the body.

… which may be a reference to Bennu, the Egyptian deity connected to the sun, creation, and rebirth.

So Altaïr would meet him during his travels with Maria and he just stays. They assume he’s an exotic bird (or eagle), maybe a native to one of the places Altaïr and Maria visited.

Altaïr never told them that the bird flew into his room one night and began to chirp at him as if trying to tell him something. He also tried to tap the Apple but all it did was glow a bit.

The bird had been quite annoyed by it and began to hit it with his talons so quickly the Apple had a taptaptaptaptap sound rapidly before Altaïr could take the Apple.

After that, the bird just decided to sit on Altaïr’s shoulder when he left his room the following morning and Maria assumed he had bought the bird yesterday when they went their separate ways.

Her guess sounded so much better than the truth which was Altaïr spent the entire day yesterday holed up in his room, writing letters to be sent back to Masyaf as part of his deal with Malik in exchange for letting him go on this trip (which was to send letters detailing the geopolitical situations of the places he travels to with suggestion on what the Brotherhood should do in those parts… if they could do anything).

So nobody ever questioned the mentor’s newly acquired bird (except Malik but Malik had been more focused on the ex-Templar that Altaïr brought to Masyaf and married).

Then Darim and Sef were born and the bird (named Desmond because Altaïr thought of the name first when Maria asked what the bird’s name was) usually stayed with the children, letting out loud screeching cries whenever one of the two children were doing something they shouldn’t do.

When they got older, Darim and Sef learned the word ‘bribe’ and how Desmond can be easily bribed to look the other way in favor of delicious food.

Desmond stayed in Masyaf though, regardless if Altaïr or any of his sons left for a mission or to travel to a bureau. At some point, the bird had become a symbol of Brotherhood with its gold and red plumage.

So when Altaïr left with Maria and Darim to take down Genghis Khan, it was only natural for Desmond to stay with Sef in Masyaf.

Altaïr had been a bit conflicted though as Desmond’s feathers had grown quite… dull and he was moving slower than usual.

Maria and Malik both told them that Desmond was growing old and maybe it was time but the Ibn-La'Ahad boys refused to believe that.

Darim also believed that they might find medicine in one of the camps of the Mongols as they have been to many lands.

So when Desmond flew to protect Sef and got stabbed on the chest by Swami, Swami screamed as Desmond became shrouded in flames.

Swami burned as well and Sef could only watch in horror as white hot flames consumed the both of them.

Swami was left as a corpse charred beyond recognition.

While Desmond…

Only ashes remained…

And from those ashes…

Sef heard a small chirp.

As a little chick with red and gold plumage poked his head out of the ashes, shaking the ash from his small body.

Sef could only stare as he asked, “Desmond?”

And the bird gave him an enthusiastic chirp while jumping.

#ngl #super tempted to make desmond a female bird and have him freak out when he suddenly plopped an egg #we can go for the ‘his ancestors get reborn too as his children’ route #and the eggs stay dormant #until the death of his ancestors #so desmond’s gonna be the mother of a flock of phoenix(es) #desmond is turned into an animal subgenre #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #altaïr ibn la'ahad #sef ibn la'ahad

[aquagirl1978]

Chasing Fireflies - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of the Summer Days Sultry Night writing event I am co-hosting with @violettduchess

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: fireflies and summer festival

Tags: fluff

“Look, Papa!”

The young boy proudly held out his cupped hands to his father; nestled inside was a firefly, its abdomen glowing brightly in the fading twilight sky. 

Chevalier smiled softly as he watched his son gaze at the firefly, his face alight with joy, amazed that amidst all the lights and sounds of the summer festival that this small creature captured his full attention.

“What are you going to do with him?” Chevalier asked his son as the firefly crawled along one of his small fingers.

The boy looked up at his father, his attention finally pulled from the tiny insect. “I’ll let him go,” he replied quickly, as if there was no other answer in the world. “I just wish Mama was here to see.”

“Your mother and sister will be back shortly. With a pile of books, I’m sure.” The firefly fluttered his wings before flying away, his flickering light soon disappearing in the distance.

“Goodbye, firefly.”

Something stirred inside Chevalier as he watched his young son wave goodbye to his friend the firefly. Looking back on his own childhood, he couldn’t recall a single, innocent moment like this shared with either of his parents. This. This affection, this connection, this love was everything he had been missing and craving for so many years.

That all changed when he met you.

Chevalier looked up, his smile bright like the firefly, as soon as he spotted your figure approaching. In one of your hands was a small stack of books pressed against your chest; the other hand held a smaller hand, that of your young daughter. 

Warmth filled his body with his family reunited, his queen by his side. No longer a strange feeling, it was something he secretly wished would never go away.

“What did you two do while we were shopping?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“I caught a firefly, Mama. But…he flew away before you came back.”

“Oh, that’s a shame. I wish I could have seen him. 

Something in the air caught Chevalier’s eye; he reached out, his fingers outstretched, quickly closing into a loose fist. He turned over his hand, his fingers opening to reveal a tiny firefly in his large palm. 

“Papa, you caught one!” the boy and girl exclaimed together excitedly.

Chevalier turned to you, proud to present you this prize. He cupped his hands like his son did earlier, careful to not let the firefly fly away just yet. He stood there silently, simply enjoying the childlike joy that filled your face.

Tagging: @redheadkittys @alixennial @rhodolitesroseforclavis @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @queengiuliettafirstlady @queen-dahlia @ikehoe @ikemen-writer @talfollowingstuff @kpop-and-otome @kisara-16 @altairring @lucyw260 @lordsisterxotome @violettduchess @umi-adxhira @bellerose-arcana @yarnnerdally @crypticbibliophile @lancelotscloak @scorchieart @tele86 @nightfoxqueen @melodiousramblings @wendolrea @aceuuuu @randonauticrap @aria-chikage

#summer days sultry nights ccc #ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier #ikemen fanfic #ikepri fanfic #otome #otome games #otome fanfic

[assassinschaoticcreed]

If Altair ever smiles (like a gentle warm smile), how would the boys react? Would they be shock like "holy Sht, he can smile?!" Or???

funny enough, the first people he showed a genuine smile to was Arno & Desmond. Ezio kind of just got lucky walking past and seeing him smile, but they aren't shocked that he can smile it's the things that make him smile that shock them.

that child just tripped down the stairs on their porch, the kid has a bloody nose...--ALTAÏR ARE YOU SMILING?

Altaïr: yes? it brings back memories of me running out to get mail for my mom, and I tripped and fell on my face just like that kid did.

Jacob just got back from a mission, his arm is twisting in the opposite direction--ALTAÏR GET THAT SMILE OFF OF YOUR FACE--

Altaïr: it reminds me of training with my father as a kid, except the bone in my arm poked a little through the skin unlike Jacob's.

that Templar just fell to their death trying to escape--yup, there it is, Altaïr smiling.

Altaïr: it made me think of the way I killed a Templar on one of my first few missions as a kid. oh the good times.

#ac #assassins creed #ezio auditore #ezio auditore da firenze #desmond miles #ac desmond #arno dorian #arno victor dorian #altair ibn la'ahad

[allyeardepression]

@jegulus-microfic | march 5 glow | words: 666

this one went from muggle au angst to hogwarts au angst to anniversary surprise to engagement to this. it was meant for yesterday’s prompt but i changed it so many times it was almost today when i finished so here we are i guess. i write for fun, but I treated this one as a PhD thesis 💀 anyways i hope you’ll like it love ya

“I told you it would be easier to go through the nudist beach, it’s empty at this time” Regulus huffed exasperated when his foot slipped off a huge stone for the tenth time in last two minutes. Honestly, what was James thinking? Climbing these rocks was dangerous in a daytime, but doing it at 2 in the morning was just a suicide mission.

“Oh, come on, it’s so close now. Just hold tight” the older boy said over his shoulder, smiling at Regulus as brightly as the Sun. He thought he was smart, but every time James smiled like that his critical thinking disappeared, so he just carried on like every time before.

The plan was to go stargazing at the beach, but there were too many street lights to see anything except the Moon. That’s why James decided to go to their secret little alcove at the bottom of the hill they were camping at. The small piece of land was visible only from behind the barriers on the expressway, so not many tourists knew about it and Regulus could bet that not even all the locals were aware of its existence. To get there you had to either go a bit up the hill and climb the rocks (like they did) or go through the nudist beach (like any sane person would do).

The destination was just a few steps down from them when Regulus’ hands gave up and he fell. It wasn’t a long fall, but landing on wet sand still hurt like a bitch.

“Reg!” he heard James’ terrified voice. Not even three seconds later the other boy was kneeling next to him, checking if he was alive.

"If you ever decide to do something that stupid again, I will literally kill you," Regulus growled, pushing himself up on his elbows. He was a bit sore, but he could move, so everything’s fine. Looking up and around Regulus thought the journey and fall were worth it, not that he would ever admit it out loud.

James had already taken wine and fruit out of his backpack when Regulus opened his to spread a blanket on the ground. They lay on it, looking up at the endless sky painted with stars.

“There’s Vega, over there Deneb and right above us is Altair, they make this thing called ‘Summer Triangle’” Regulus pointed at the stars, snuggling a bit closer to James. The older boy had his arm wrapped around Reg’s waist, the other up in the air, looking like he was trying to reach the sparkly dots above them.

"Where are you tonight?" James asked quietly, rubbing Regulus' side gently. He turned and looked at the young Spaniard. In a soft glow of the Moon, James looked more beautiful than ever, almost angelic and Regulus loved what he saw. He moved a little in James' embrace to place a featherlight kiss on his cheek.

“Way too close to you to be seen” he whispered in his ear in response. The other boy whipped his head dramatically, looking into Regulus’ eyes with a mix of frustration and agitation.

“Are we still talking about stars? Or are you feeling, like, small next to me, or overlooked, or-“ Regulus put his hand on James’ lips, shaking his head ‘no’ and chuckling. It seemed to calm him a bit, because he continued with “Oh, in that case, how outrageous of me! I’m sorry love, but I’ll have to move a bit, you must be seen at all times!” They were both giggling now, the wine only adding to it.

They stayed there for a while, talking, laughing and snogging as the night went by. The sky started to change its colour when they decided to pack up their things and go back to the trailer.

“Oh, oh, look!” James yelled excitedly, like a five-year-old. “That’s me, the big one over there!” and Regulus couldn’t help but laugh when he turned to see the Sun rising over the sea.

the place in question (Calella, Spain)

#jegulus #starchaser #dead gay wizards #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus microfic #marauders #the marauders

[lockea]

10 Fanfiction Recs

In honor of IFD 2024 and @ao3org organizing the feedback fest, here are 10 fanfiction from my bookmarks (all complete, lots of oldies) spread across as many fandoms as I read.

Scylla and Charybdis by Mithrigil, puella_nerdii Fandom: The Hunger Games "Finnick decides that, come hell or high water, he is bringing his tribute home from the seventieth Hunger Games. That tribute is Annie Cresta. But Finnick never thought that he would have to choose between bringing her home and keeping her safe, and he wants both. How Annie Cresta crept up on Finnick Odair."

I heard Hunger Games was back in fashion, so have this fic from 2011 that's just so good.

Primary Colors by RobotSquid Fandom: Homestuck (no, I am not apologizing!) "As a young troll living in the desert with the Dolorosa, the Signless comes across an unconscious psionic wriggler. Over the next few nights, they come to understand and care for each other. Although seemingly destined to be apart, they make a promise to be together again. But the destructive ways of the highbloods are becoming more widespread, and as the Signless begins to dream, he dedicates himself to regaining the peaceful world Alternia once was. But troll society as it stands now holds no sympathy for a candy red mutant, a psionic slave, or the matespritship they have."

A canon-compliant (I think, I stopped reading Homestuck around this time) story about the Signless that's full of great world building and honestly I don't remember much but I have it on my bookmarks list for a reason, I'm sure.

A Long Road to Destiny by Miko Fandom: Final Fantasy VII (set in Final Fantasy X verse) "The summoner's journey is a long, hard path to walk. Having guardians you trust makes all the difference in the world."

The story follows Cloud, who is half Al-Behd, as he makes his pilgrimage to be a summoner. Early on, he's joined by Sephiroth, a former Summoner, and Zack, who wants to be Sepiroth's guardian, and the three begin quite the epic adventure to save Spira.

Immovable, unbreakable by Cards_Slash Fandom: Assassin's Creed "Altair has known since he was thirteen years old, the year he realized he was an omega, that his body was never going to be his own. He thought he had overcome his own fate when Al Mualim agreed to allow him to stay on as an Assassin but even becoming the youngest Master Assassin ever did not save him. Following the semi-failed mission at Solomon's Temple, Altair is gifted to Malik as a reward for his service. Malik doesn't want Altair but he does not turn down the chance to show him his place."

A retelling of the first game if Altair was an omega, lost his assassin status, was summarily married off to Malik, and had to work around all that to still solve the mystery and save the day. Altair is truly the biggest badass in this story, and the historical perspective on an Omegaverse is truly neat.

Teach Me How to Fight (I'll Show You How to Win) by Skalidra Fandom: Batman (DCU) "Dick is taken by the Court after his parents' death to be trained as a Talon. He becomes loyal, deadly, and the Court's primary Talon. At least until he meets a boy from the Court's secondary, darker kind of servant who gets assigned to be his partner, and makes him start to care about things other than serving the Court. Tim, a boy-genius member of the Court, could have told anyone who listened that pairing Talon with the other boy - Jason - was a poor decision, and the fact that the Grandmaster of the Court doesn't listen, at all, is something he's finding less and less tolerable."

I love this fic so much that it was my first attempt at fanfiction binding.

Oh, You Wondrous Creature by Ginia Fandom: Final Fantasy XV "Ignis Scientia had learned at a young age to perform his duties quietly and flawlessly. He learned not to draw undue attention to himself, as attention had often lead to pain and humiliation at the hands of those who considered themselves to be his betters.

He has no idea what to do when the attentions of one Gladiolus Amicitia are directed at him. He expects harshness and cruelty, but is met with something quite the opposite."

This is classic frenemies to lovers scenario. Ignis and Gladio start off disliking each other, but as Gladio uncovers more about the discrimination Ignis endures, he shapes up to be a friend, ally, and eventual lover for the steward.

Someone You Have To Let In by Arsenic Fandom: Batman (DCU) "Basically a horribly sideways BDSM-AU where Talia actually raises Jason from the dead to use him to get Damian to safety. If you're looking for super indulgent h/c, I got your back. If you're not, this is probably not the fic for you."

This was my introduction to the BDSM-AU, also called the Dom/sub AU, where people have biological imperatives towards either dominance or submission. The world building here is especially great, as there's parts that talk about how you raise kids in this kind of dynamic. Also I love me some Dick/Jason so there.

Holding Cell by red-catmander Fandom: Guild Wars 2 "Rytlock Brimstone is trapped in a human jail with a hairless mouse, a talking plant intent on infuriating him and a headache the size of the Black Citadel. Now he's stuck fighting in the arena, buying his freedom one slog at a time, and the only thing awaiting him when he gets out is scrapper duty.

He hates these people. He's sure of it. Especially Thackeray.

He really, really wants to hate these people."

Listen, this fic is hilarious. Like funnier than anything Snargle Goldclaw could write (if you know you know). It's Rytlock/Logan in like the crackiest way possible and while I unironically love this fic to pieces, it's main use in my life is to deal 1d6 of psychic damage to members of my GW2 guild.

Maan'alor - The Prime by papermachine Fandom: Star Wars (Prequel Trilogy Era) "Jango Vhett was Mand’alor only briefly to the Mandalorian Empire before he was captured by the Jetii and Republic forces on Galidraan.

Now an unwilling guest on Kamino, he is buir to Boba and he fears his protection can only stretch so far for the rest of the children made in his image. Jango doesn’t know if he can save all of the clones from the Kaminoans or the Republic, but he does know this: Verde sa akaan nau tracyn kad. Warriors are forged in the fires of war.

These children are made for war, and they have been fighting to stay alive since their creation.

He will do what he must to save them."

The series is ongoing, and this is technically the third installment in the series, but it's a great place to start reading. The series follows various characters in this AU where the Sith Empire, the Mandalorian Empire, and the Republic are all at war with each other. Meanwhile, an unwilling Jango is template to the clones, and he is NOT happy about is. But rebellions are built in secret, and Jango never was a very good spy.

hope has bloody knuckles by independent_variables Fandom: Star Wars (Clone Wars Era) "Davijaan discovers mountains, thinks about the war, and maybe falls in love."

I think some people are turned off from this fic because it's a relationship between Davijaan (Odd Ball) and an OC, but the main focus is on Davijaan and Cody's relationship with each other as clones, as having survived the Clone Wars with no Order 66. There's also some lovely word building around Pantora which is the real appeal of the fic, imo. And of course Loren herself is easy to like, with a strong personality and well developed character. You really want to root for her and Davi as the story goes on. Like, come on you two idiots! Figure it out! I do love this fic very much.

Oh my gosh picking only 10 fics was hard. Here's my bookmarks page if you want to see what else I'm reading.

#ifd2024 #feedback fest

[rk1kincorrect]

ac as quotes my best friends have said:

ezio: whats that thing in your eye? your rectum?

altair: … your retina

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desmond: i am not supportive and nurturing.

rebecca: yes you are … you literally are

desmond: nurturing? do i breastfeed?

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kadar: its giving mittens… on ur feet

malik: … socks.

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ezio: look at those crusty ass feet. concrete grippers

desmond: feet so crusty they could grab these butt cheeks….. omg im so sorry that was not meant to come out

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desmond: do u bite or cut ur nails

altair: i rip them

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desmond: altair try this

altair: no i cant im vegan (lying)

desmond: i just watched you devour a chicken salad

altair: no you didnt

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lucy: lets go get teddy bear boba

shaun: what is that

lucy: … boba

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malik: aw shit we cant go here. it’s for kids between the ages of 3 and 5

altair, genuinely distraught: oh GOD we are NOT between the ages of 3 and 5

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desmond: he’s like a person from avatar if they were white

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ezio, clearly a man: WOOOOAOAAOAOAO.. did u just say im a female girl.?? …… 🎶that boys a liar 🎶 ……

#altaïr ibn la'ahad #assassin’s creed #incorrect assassin's creed quotes #shitpost #desmond miles #ezio auditore #shaun hastings #rebecca crane #lucy stillman #kadar al sayf #malik al sayf

[tamiisnthere]

Altaïr ❤️ Reader Oneshot - Trust My Wings 🦅

Summary: Reader discovers that Altaïr has wings.

I got this idea when I saw Altair with wings and wanted to write some x reader fanfic, but then I lost motivation and forgot about it. So I decided to finish it. 🥰 Also I'm uploading this on Alty's Birthday! 💗💕

Enjoy! 💕

[Name] was heading to her room, tired after training. As she walked down the hall, she noticed feathers on the floor, which confused her.

"Did someone take a bird into the castle?" she whispered to herself, curiously following the trail of feathers leading to the door. [Name] blushed as she noticed it led to the room of the Master Assassin, Altaïr, who she had a crush on.

'Strange…' she thought and quietly opened the door. She looked around the room and noticed a shirtless Altaïr sitting on his bed, adjusting his… giant feathered wings.

He whispered something to himself as he massaged his left wing, which was probably stretched. [Name] gasped in disbelief which startled Altaïr and he quickly looked at her.

"Shut the door!" he commanded. [Name] immediately closed the door behind her while Altaïr covered himself with a blanket to hide his wings. "What are you doing here!?" Altaïr growled, "I hope you don't tell anyone about this!"

"Sorry," [Name] replied as she cautiously approached him. "I didn't mean to scare you-" "Don't come to near me! I'm a monster!" [Name] was in shock, she had never seen Altaïr so scared. He is usually confident, brave and cold man. Now he was huddled in a blanket like a timid little boy.

"Don't worry, Altaïr," [Name] smiles softly, "Show your wings, please." She sat down next to him and slowly pulled out the blanket, but Altaïr stopped her, "Please don't…" he shook his head, "Why did you come here anyway?"

"I noticed feathers on the ground and they led to your room." "Feathers? Dammit…" Altaïr facepalmed and grunted in annoyance. "I won't judge you at all. Trust me," [Name] whispered and took the blanket off him. His wings were brown with white dots, and their wingspan should have been around three meters/nine feet.

[Name's] eyes sparkled, "They look amazing." "R-Really?" Altaïr couldn't believe his ears, "Really. Can I touch them?" "T-Touch m-my w-wings?" he stammered. [Name] realized what she said and blushed in embarrassment.

They both looked away from each other. There was an awkward silence between them. "Never mind… I'd better go," [Name] sighed, "I promise I won't tell anyone about your wings."

As [Name] stood up, she was stopped by Altaïr's wing, which gently pushed her towards him. She had a red face like a tomato when she was hugged by her crush.

"Please don't go," he purred at her, "I'll let you touch my wings, but please careful." [Name] looked at him in surprise and began to delicately touch his feathers, which were soft, very nice to the touch.

Altaïr breathed calmly and kept hugging her. "Altaïr?" [Name] asked, "Since when do you have these wings? Is that some kind of blessing?" "I… I've had them since birth…" he replied, "And this is actually a curse."

"And no one else knows about it?" "Only Al Mualim… And my father…" Sadness could be heard in his voice as he mentioned his late father and hugged her a little tighter.

"Anyways… Why are you hugging me?" [Name] wondered why Altaïr didn't want let her go. He covered her body with his wings and stared softly into her eyes. "Because I love you, [Name]," he murmured sweetly into her ear and she blushed even more.

Nevertheless, she kissed him on the lips. Altaïr kissed her back immediately, showing their newfound love for each other. After the kiss they looked into each other's eyes with passion. "I love you too, Altaïr…" [Name] smiled and caressed his cheek gently. Altaïr smiled softly as well, nuzzling his face against her neck and quietly purred.

"I thought you would hate me when you found out about my wings," Altaïr voiced. "No," [Name] shook her head, "That's not true. You are no monster at all. You're still you."

Altaïr relaxed and kissed her cheek, "Thank you for your kindness, habibti." "And you can fly?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he buried his face in her neck in embarrassment. "I've never tried," he replied softly in her ear, "Still I exercise my wings, but I dare not fly."

"And don't you want to… try it?" [Name] asked curiously, stroking his right wing. Altaïr was thinking while enjoying her gentle massage of his soft feathers. He was still uncertain, but after a moment he made his decision: "You know what, [Name]? I'll try it."

Altaïr stood up from the bed and put on his robes and cloak to cover his wings. "Are you sure about it?" [Name] became worried, "What if you get hurt or worse-" She didn't finish her sentence when Altaïr kissed her lips.

"You don't have to worry," he assured her with a smile, "I'll be careful. Will you come with me?" "O-Of course," [Name] nodded, "But it's getting dark outside." "At least no one will see us, and also today should be a full moon, so we'll at least see something."

Altaïr gently took her hand and led her to the door, "Follow me, habibti. I know one place where I could try to fly." They both quietly went out of the castle and walked under the evening sky, in which the stars gradually appeared over time and the moon rose from the peaks protecting Masyaf.

The pair arrived at the place where Leap of Faith was usually trained. "It looks beautiful," [Name] replied, holding her breath as she got a good view of Masyaf Castle in the moonlight. Altaïr nodded his head in agreement, took off his cloak and spread his wings, flapping them to warm up.

"Altaïr…" [Name] feared as she noticed the height above them. "I'll be fine," Altaïr replied confidently, "I'll try to fly not so high. Also there's hay down there."

After warming his wings, he looked at [Name] and rested his forehead against hers, "Do you trust me, [Name]?" he whispered kindly, looking into her gorgeous eyes with his golden irises finding hope. [Name] blinked unsure at him. She loved him very much since she started training as an assassin.

"I trust you…" she replied, "Please, be careful…" and gave him a kiss of luck on the lips. Altaïr smiled and prepared to fly like a nestling preparing to leave its nest.

He spread his wings, ran and jumped down from the platform…

[Name] gasped and looked down at the hay.

"Altaïr?" she called him, but no answer… Only silence…

Her worst fears came true…

Tears stung her eyes, realizing she had lost him…

"[Name]!" a voice called out above her. She looked up and saw…

"[Name]! Look at me! I can fly! I'm flying!" Altaïr was delighted, flying proudly like an eagle in the sky. Then he flew down towards [Name] and kissed her passionately on the lips while embracing her with his wings.

After a long kiss, they took a breath and looked into each other's eyes once again. "You scared the crap out of me," [Name] murmured, "Don't do this to me next time, please." Altaïr chuckled and caressed her cheek, "Sorry, darling. But do you want to see how it looks up there?" "Wait? What-!?"

Suddenly, he took her in his arms and flew with her into the air. [Name] hugged him tightly in surprise and pressed her face to his neck. Luckily Altaïr held her tight so she wouldn't fall.

He flapped his wings in one place and floated high in the air. "Open your eyes, [Name]," Altaïr whispered. [Name] shook her head causing him to laugh. "Don't worry, [Name]. If you fall, I'll catch you again. Trust my wings."

[Name] plucked up the courage to open her eyes. The couple were hovering over Masyaf, which they had seen from a bird's eye view. "Masyaf is even more beautiful than I thought," [Name] was overwhelmed by the view. "But you're still the most beautiful one," Altaïr chuckled and they kissed again on the lips.

"Thank you, [Name]… I really love you…" "I love you as well, Altaïr… Well… Shall we go down already, please?" "Later." ;3

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Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 27: If Tomorrow Starts Without Me

Chapter 27: If Tomorrow Starts Without Me

I wish I met you further along, Gave you my older heart, still and strong, But I wouldn't have a fire like I do today, Oh, it burns for you babe, You got nothing on my tendency to be led astray, Oh, it took a blindside hit to show me the right of way.

Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.

Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader

Words: 4,234

Chapter Warnings: Usual warnings for mentions of drug use. Just take this whole chapter as a warning.

Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI

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"I won't be long. Save me a seat, alright?"

Sending Fez a tight lipped smile, you nodded. Putting on his white button up, still warm from when Faye had just finished ironing it, he didn't even think to question why you'd left the flowers and card that you'd just finished signing for Lexi on the side.

Nor did he second guess the backpack on your shoulder, heavy with creased clothes that had been haphazardly thrown in during your hastened rush once he was in the shower.

Your chest felt heavy as his hand caught yours, stopping you before you could pass him, "You sure 'bout this? We can always stay home."

"No... No. It's fine. I'm fine. We should go. For me as much as Lexi."

Swallowing the guilt the scratched at your throat, the acidic taste burning in the cuts it left behind, you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, watching as his cobalt blue gaze softened, accepting your unknowing deceit without hesitation. Even after all this time, Fez's trust in you remained steadfast, resolutely unwavering in the belief that you were a good person, despite all of your shortcomings and weaknesses. A faith that not even your parents seemed to have in you.

He left one last kiss on the back of your hand before you made your way toward the door, halting for just a moment as you inhaled deeply.

You would be back. Once you were better. If you ever got better. Because whilst addiction was an illness, it was chronic. It didn't pass like a cold, or the flu. You would feel the temptation lingering for the rest of your life. That much, you'd learned from the abysmal amount of NA meetings you'd attended.

You would never be cured. But you didn't want to flit between addict and recovering addict for the rest of your life. Because for once, that life seemed to have something worth staying around for. And it wasn't just Fez.

Your life as a child had been privileged. Much more so than others, and you had realized that whilst you could understand where your issues stemmed from, you couldn't blame the difficulties of your past and allow them to be your excuse for your future. You wanted to be a better person.

You wanted to be clean. Recovering. You wanted to be you again, even if you had absolutely no idea who that was, anymore.

Feeling a pair of eyes burning into you, your head darted round quickly, meeting the dark coffee colored eyes of Ash. Silently, he watched you with an unrecognizable expression, and for a moment, you panicked, almost positive that he could read your mind.

A mournful smile fell on your lips, watching as his eyes fell to your bag. "I'll be back soon."

His dark eyes remained on you, but you could feel them relax a little, even from the distance across the room, and the boy simply nodded, his intense gaze finally dropping and allowing you to leave.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried fruitlessly to keep your tears at bay, knowing that if you let even one fall, the whole charade would crumble, and you'd end up back under the security of Fezco's bed sheet, relying on a man who simply didn't have the capability or expertise to help her. And why would he? He was a 21 year old, running two family businesses whilst bringing up his brother to the best of his ability. On top of taking care of his grandmother.

You were just another layer of stress that he didn't need. Not right now.

"Ay, you good?" The familiar voice of Custer made you flinch, hazy memories from a night that felt so long ago pushing at the brink of your consciousness and leaving a taste of how good forgetting could be.

"What're you doing here?" You prayed your voice didn't sound as meek as you were sure it did. Whilst you didn't particularly want to be rude to the guy, you also had no intentions of giving him any sort of pass. You didn't like him, and you didn't trust him. Even if Faye did.

"Seeing my girl. Where you off to?"

Furrowing your brows slightly, you watched as his fist clenched before his fingers fiddled with the bottom of his shirt, as if they couldn't stay still for even just a moment.

"Out. To uh... See a friend."

"Cool, cool. Your boy home?"

You wanted to tell him no. Tell him that nobody was home and his journey was a waste of time. But he knew damn well Faye didn't leave the house -- you weren't even certain if he knew she often frequented the store -- and there was at least some excuse for his appearance. So instead, you simply nodded, a forced smile on your lips as he passed, watching as he rounded the corner, out of your sight.

Your phone buzzed, causing you to jump and fumble to retrieve it out of your pocket, your heart settling as you recognized the name.

"You on your way?"

Clearing your throat, you nodded before realizing they couldn't see you, "Uh, yeah. Just left."

"Sure you don't want me to come get you?"

"-No, no. It's fine. I could use the walk to uh... clear my head. I'll see you at the church, though. I won't be long."

The voice sighed, and you knew they were hesitant, as if you would run off into the sunset instead, "Alright. Well, I'll be outside waiting when you get here."

"OK, cool. And Ali?" you heard him hum through the phone, awaiting your next few words, "Thanks. For all of this."

"Yeah, yeah," his warm laugh could be heard down the phone, "see you soon."

You placed your phone back into your pocket and took a long, deep breath in, ignoring the city air and trying to focus on steadying your heart. This would all be worth it.

Two letters had been left next to Lexi's card. 

Sure, Fez might've understood, but you knew his ocean eyes would've stopped you leaving, even if his words would've told you it was OK, maybe even insisted you went. Helped you pack a bag that you didn't have to hide away.

But you would've stayed. In his apartment. In a rut. In and out of an addiction that would inevitably kill you.

So a letter would have to do. It needed to do.

You passed by the closed store, eyes downcast as you refused to look in, despite knowing Fezco wasn't there, and didn't stop your pace until you were stood outside of a familiar house, the car in the drive way causing your palms to sweat.

All you had to do was drop off the letter. Put it in the post box and fucking run. You knew Rue wouldn't be there. She too, was at Lexi's play. But it wasn't her you were nervous to see.

Swallowing down your nervousness, you crossed the street and opened the old mailbox, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to exit as quickly as you'd arrived. A voice from the front door stopped you in your tracks.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Taking a deep breath, you retrieved the letter, trying your best to not scrunch it up in your hands as you turned to the woman who somehow made you feel even more ashamed than you did every time you caught your own reflection.

"I'm sorry, I was just..." holding out the letter pathetically, you quickly stepped back as she approached you, her speed surprising you as she made it to you within a few strides.

"You need to leave before I call the damn cops."

"I know Rue isn't in, I'm not here to see her. I just wanted to give her-"

"Don't you think you've done enough damage? I don't give a damn what you want. You come within 10 feet of my daughter, and I swear to God-"

"Mom," a voice desperately called from the house, and you recognized Rue's little sister watching you both with a furrowed brow, disquiet evident on her face.

"Gia, baby, get back in the house. I got this."

"Mom, please. Come back inside-"

"I'm sorry. I just-"

"You're sorry? You're sorry? No. I'm the one who's sorry. Sorry that I ever allowed you to stay in my daughter's life once I found out how you knew each other. Once I found out what you are."

Unable to hold eye contact, your eyes settled on your dirty converse, "I'm so sorry, Leslie. I know, I fucked up and-"

"Don't you dare. I don't want your apology. My daughter doesn't want your apology. We just want you to stay the god damn hell away from us."

Leslie turned, storming back into the house, calling after Gia, but the young girl remained, large brown eyes boring into yours, unsure of her next move. Eventually, she peaked over her shoulder before closing the door behind her, her steps much smaller and slower than her mothers.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she intently watched your every move. Every breath.

"She has a chance of getting sober for real," Gia's voice was soft as tears collected along her lash line, "I know that it's not as simple as just... stopping. But... She has a chance, and I'm not gonna let anyone ruin that."

Nodding, you felt your chin wobble. Not for yourself, and not even necessarily for Rue, either. But for the damage her addiction had caused those around her. This was the fallout of her self-destruction. And you had only aided that.

You'd helped crumble the buildings that were crushing everyone who loved Rue.

"I know I have no right to ask you this but uh..." sniffling, you wiped your sleeve under your eyes, almost angry at the small tear that had fallen, "Can you give this to her? You can read it first, if you need to, but I uh... I need her to read it. To know that I'm sorry. For everything."

Gia released a sigh, watching as you held out the crumpled letter, arms still wrapped around herself.

"Rue was an addict long before you came along, and she would've relapsed with, or without you. I know you didn't help, but... You didn't cause it, either. Rue... She's not been good for a long time. Almost as long as I can remember. Ever since our dad..."

"I know. Well, I mean, I don't know, but... I know she's been through a lot. And I know she's a good person, and I don't wanna hinder that anymore."

"I'm sorry for what my Mom said. She's just-"

"No, not it's fine. I get it," you sent her a meek smile, as you nodded. Sometimes people need to get their feelings hurt.

Only once Gia's fingers had gripped the envelope, did you turn and leave, hoping the tears would at least hold off until you got to the end of the road.

An apology. To the people you'd hurt. That was what Ali had told you. He was going to help you learn how to forgive yourself, but in the mean time, he had told you to learn to seek forgiveness in others. Whether or not they forgave you, whether or not you believed they should forgive you. All you could do was apologize. What they chose to do with that was out of your hands.

So once Fezco was sound asleep -- his body cloaking yours in a warmth that you'd struggled to draw yourself from -- you settled at the kitchen table, a school notebook open as you racked your brain for the right words.

A simple Sorry I fucked up your life didn't seem adequate enough, it barely scraped the surface of your feelings, but the longer your eyes bore into the lined page, the more you were able to sit with your emotions. And once you'd started, the words just didn't seem to stop.

You'd started with Rue. An apology, for doing what all addicts seemed to do and use her to get a fix. Sure, she was using just as much as you, and said she'd had no intentions of remaining sober, but you felt guilt regardless.

Your appearance couldn't of helped. Rue, who was used to using in secret, by herself, now had a friend to play with. One that was just as willing and as reckless as she was. It was a temptation that she couldn't decline. You knew you wouldn't have been able to, either.

You wanted Rue to know that she was a good person, and a good friend, despite her bad habits. But that they didn't have to define her. That she was so much bigger than this. That she deserved to be bigger than this. She just had to keep trying.

You wanted her to know that if some other alternate reality existed where neither of you had faced the challenges that led you down the paths you had taken, and you'd have still managed to find each other, you would've been friends. And even though you couldn't be sure whether that ending would ever happen in this reality, you could only wish your circumstances were different. But if you no longer being involved in Rue's life aided her sobriety, then so be it.

The next letter was addressed to Ash. Not only apologizing for turning his life upside down since your arrival, but for him feeling like he had to protect you. Whether he liked it or not, he was a kid, and he deserved to have the life that was so tragically torn away from his brother.

You asked him, pleaded with him, to remain kind to Fez. And whilst you knew the eldest sibling would need his support, you only hoped Ash would also seek the sanctuary that only his big brother could provide.

You'd never seen the type of loyalty that the brothers held for each other before. Never felt that loyalty, until Ash had shown you the night of Mouse's death. Of course, you never mentioned that in the letter -- you weren't stupid enough to incriminate either of you in regards to the drug dealers death -- but you hoped he knew how appreciative you were of him, despite the inner turmoil that he'd felt the need to protect you in the first place.

Faye's letter was much shorter, but you had to apologize for putting her in the position you had a few weeks earlier. You didn't know how she felt bout it now, but you'd seen her lingering, sorrowful glances as she passed you, your body curled up on the bathroom floor drenched in sweat and soaked in regret.

Fez's letter.

Well... that was much harder.

Buzzing in your pocket, you phone pulled you out of your pity party. Wiping the few tears that had trickled down your cheeks away, you didn't even bother to look at the caller ID.

You weren't too far from the church that held your NA meetings, and you fully expected it to be Ali, ringing once more just to double check if you still wanted him to pick you up from there or not. Especially now it had started to drizzle.

"What?" You sighed, voice trembling a little more than you'd liked. the voice sounded calm enough down the phone, and you felt a little guilty for answering so bluntly.

"Now?" Pulling your phone away from your face to check the time, you still had the best part of an hour before you had to meet Ali, "Yeah. Sure, fine. But I gotta be quick."

Finally arriving at the apartment building just off Kemper street, the door opened before you even had to knock, the seemingly sweet woman's smile faltering slightly as she took in your appearance, "Oh, you're soaking. Come on in. I'm sure I have some spare clothes somewhere."

"It's fine, really, Laurie. I have extra." You motioned toward the bag on your back, causing her eyebrows to raise slightly,

"You're not going somewhere, are you?"

Watching as she sat down on the couch, you tried to swallow down your discomfort.

"Oh, uh... No. Not really. Just staying with a friend for a while."

"Trouble in paradise?" She smiled before quietly thanking Bruce Jr when he placed some folded up clothes beside her.

"No, nothing like that. Just a uh... change of scenery, I guess. Look, I really do have to get going-"

"You can't walk around in those clothes, you'll catch your death. Change into these, and I'll get yours into the dryer. Bathroom is down the hall."

"I have to meet someone-"

"-It won't take a minute to dry. Then Bruce will drop you wherever you have to go. C'mon. I don't bite."

Knowing that the easiest way to get out of here would be to entertain Laurie's fussing, you allowed her to help you, making your way toward the bathroom and changing, giving her the damp clothes once you were dressed.

"Now, you know back after we first met? When I did you a favor? And I said, one day, I'll need you to return that favor. And when I did, I expected your help, no and, if's or buts?"

Despite the cold chill that the rain had left you with, you suddenly felt a little too warm. Sure, you'd agreed to help Laurie, but you had been in a moment of weakness, willing to agree to almost anything for your next fix.

"I'm, uh... I'm not really doing that anymore."

Sending you a tight-lipped smile, you could sense how forced it was despite being on the other side of the sofa, "Oh, that's not important right now, sweetheart. But I do have an issue that I need your help with."

Licking your lips, you could only nod, hoping that you could just get out a little sooner.

"Good girl," the words felt patronizing, but her tone remained soft, "You see, there's this girl who agreed to take a lot of drugs off my hands, promising I'd get a good turn out. Only problem is, she's a first time dealer and I'm yet to have any repayments."

Wringing your hands in your lap, you could feel them begin to shake, "Oh, I mean... I'm not really useful when it comes to shit like that. I'm not exactly... intimidating."

A mocking smirk settled over the woman's face as her dark slate eyes settled over your face, "Oh, that's not what I'm asking of you. But she needs to learn a lesson, and I'm afraid, you're part of the collateral damage."

Any words you had died on your tongue the moment you felt a thump, barely able to recognize the searing pain as your vision turned black, and you fell into a deep unconsciousness.

Looking down at his watch, Ali sighed, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

Leaning against his truck now the rain had stopped, he shook his head in annoyance. He knew he should've picked you up.

He'd got here early and had been parked outside since, so he knew he hadn't missed you. Instead, he had a terrible gut feeling that you had changed your mind. He'd been so close to getting through to you. To finally breaking down the walls that you had bloodied and bruised your hands to build, fighting him tooth and nail at every turn as you tried to convince yourself that you didn't need his help.

And then there you were, pushing yourself out of the uncomfortable plastic chair.

At first, he'd assumed the scrape of your chair indicated your leaving, and he had to fight to school his features as you walked passed him, making your way to the front of the small hall, eyes brimming with tears of acceptance, hands wringing in self-doubt and insecurities as you introduced yourself to the group for the first time,

"-and I'm an addict."

He had intended to speak to you after the meeting, but you'd found him first, and after a long chat, he'd agreed to let you stay with him until a room became available at the impatient hospital. He didn't question your current living situation, and the only thing you'd told him was that you weren't sure it was a place you could commit to getting sober. Not right now, at least. Not without help.

So before he left this evening, he'd set up the spare room with fresh sheets and extra pillows, placed a few books around the room, along with a jarred candle.

He could honestly say he was a little surprised by your no-show. Normally someone in your situation would only follow through with receiving help once they asked for it, and he knew from personal experience how low you had to fall before you'd ask for help. He wasn't sure you could fall any deeper without digging yourself a grave.

So when you hadn't shown up an hour and a half later and your phone had repeatedly gone to voicemail, he took one last puff of his cigarette before throwing it on the floor -- his boot stomping on it despite the puddle already putting it out -- before clambering back into his car, a deep sigh leaving him as he pulled away.

All he could do was hope that once you got your shit together, you'd call him, and you could both try again.

The empty apartment was silent, shattered glass lay on the floor and not one wall was left untarnished, decorated in a flurry of bullet holes, and on the floor, the once white envelopes were splattered in blood, the deep crimson liquid distorting the words that were scribbled across the page.

Fez.

I need you to know, first and foremost, thank you. For everything. But I also need you to know how sorry I am. For everything.

I met you at a time in my life that seemed perfect. You had exactly what I needed. Supply and demand, I guess. But what I didn't realize that it was so much more than that. Not only did you have what I needed, but you were what I needed.

I know it feels like I'm rambling, and I know you're probably confused by this letter, but I need you to know, I'm not going to make it to Lexi's play tonight. But please, go for the both of us. I'm sure it'll be fantastic and please let her know how sorry I am to be missing it.

The night we met, you had shown me a kindness I had never known. You, a total stranger, took care of me when I was nothing less than horrible to you. I'm sorry for my original impression of you. I thought you were an average, run of the mill high school drop-out, who cared little about anything other than himself, hanging out at high school parties because he wasn't worth shit.

Now I know how wrong I was.

You, Fezco O'Neill, are anything but ordinary. And I'm sorry I took so long to allow myself to see that.

The man I know you to be is extraordinary. Supporting Ash, running a business, and taking care of your Grandmother are not small feats, and I'm so sorry that not many people know the real you. The one you allowed me to get to know. The guy who spins me around the room, dancing to the end credits of Stand By Me. The guy who spent far too long curled up with me on the bathroom floor whilst I was at my worst. The guy who did everything in his power to keep me safe, even if that meant going against his own beliefs.

I'm sorry that I took your hand and dragged you down to hell with me. I'm sorry for the cruel person I turned into at my lowest. I'm sorry that I'm not the person you deserve, not right now, at least.

I'm still in East Highland, but I needed to leave. I need support that I shouldn't unfairly rely on you for. I need someone with experience, so they can help teach me ways to cope with being sober, just until a position at a center opens up. It could be weeks, it could be months. But just know I'm safe. And, should things go to plan, and I remain here, I am most definitely sober. Trust me, my sponsor is a total killjoy. Which is exactly what I need, I suppose.

I know this might not work. I know that addiction isn't just a coat that I can take off once I've outgrown it. But I need to try. I deserve to try. For myself, as much as anyone else.

I'm sorry I had to leave this way, and I hate that we both know you'd have supported my decision if I'd told you. But we both know, I wouldn't have been able to leave you, had you known. All you'd of had to do was ask me to stay, and I would've. But I need to do this. I have to make this all count for something. To make myself count for something. Otherwise, what's the point?

When I come back. I'll be better. For you, for Ash. For myself.

I'm sorry. Thank you. I love you.

Fin...

...Pour le moment

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Hi there.

I just wanted to leave a quick authors note to say thank you so much to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged, commented on, and enjoyed this story. Your support has been incredible and genuinely warms my heart so much.

I’m not going to ramble on because I’m not sure anyone even reads these things, but I hope you all have a wonderful new year and a lovely 2023. Stay safe, stay kind, and I hope that if you decide to stick around, you’ll enjoy the other stories I will be putting out. And if not, then I hope I’ll see you again once Season 3 of Euphoria is out.

So much love. Thank you once again. <3

#mixed drinks and smoke rings #fezco euphoria #fezco fanfic #fezco x you #fezco fanfiction #fezco smut #fezco x y/n #fez imagine #fez x you #fez fanfiction #fez smut #fez x reader #fez fanfic #fez euphoria #euphoria fanfiction

[demigoddessqueens]

gold and green

Summary: Altair grapples with an unresolved element of your relationship.

read on ao3

writing prompts - “Bet I can beat you to it” + A reunion with a party + “Wait a minute, are you jealous?” + A kiss so long they share each other’s breath + Spooning + passionate kisses + Hiding face in other’s neck

He had challenged you to a dare that you couldn’t resist. Racing to the nearest tower, and whoever the victor, was exempt from the new trainee mentoring. You were winded but spurred on by the adrenaline of Altair’s chase.

Although, you heard a brief call to you. The voice sounded familiar enough from your life, once upon a time before.

“Is that you?”

You turned in the direction of the voice. William, a face you thought you would never see again. The shock of seeing a dearly beloved friend from your childhood compelled you to just embrace him again.

Lost in conversation of his travels that unbeknownst to you, Altair had retraced the path you had taken. Just at the moment when William

The soured look on his face lingered for the remainder of the day as his golden eyes brimmed with his emotions.

Later that night, you had still noticed that Altair had been distant. You, Malik, Maria and the boys had retreated to sleep for the night but his absence was felt. Awakened by the empty space he occupied, you peeled your eyes open.

Standing near the edge of the window, the Master Assassin overlooked the high moon shining down on Masyaf.

He could hear you stir awake before making your way over to him. “Who was he? That man who you were speaking to?”

You breathed a deep sigh of relief. Finally, something from an answer!

So you were jealous. Is what your mind initially came to, but you knew it wasn’t the time or place for such a quip right now.

“He was someone from my past…Maria isn’t the only who had a life from before.”

Altair quickly turned around to face you. Knowing concern was etched on his face, and those golden eyes drew you in more. You reached out for his hands, finding comfort in the callouses that were always gentle with you.

“We were arranged to be married when we came of age, but settled on forging our own path. I needed a new scene for life, as did he. We needed our freedom, lest we condemn ourselves to a slow death in gilded cages.”

You paused for a moment before pulling yourself closer into his arms.

”And it was the greatest gift he could have given me because I found you. I found you all and got a chance to live for myself.”

It was instantaneous that he let down the insecure guard. A hand cupped around the back of where your head and neck met. The soft sigh in his kisses left you renewed with a sense of clarity and relief. Of course there would be no one except him, and you would always choose Altair first given the choice.

When you both pulled back for air, a small murmur of “Baba…” from Sef alerted you both to return back to bed.

You drifted off to sleep, a hand reaching out to comfort Sef and Altair’s arm protectively wrapped around you both. You felt at peace as your eyes grew heavy. The last thing you remembered was Altair burying himself in the crook of your neck with a final kiss.

#assassin’s creed #ac1 #fanfic #writeblr #altaïr x reader #my writing #assassin’s creed 1 #altair ibn la'ahad #assassin’s creed x reader #altaïr ibn la’ahad #Assassin’s Creed fanfic #altaïr ibn la'ahad #altair x reader #slight altmalmar #altair ibn la ahad #altair ibn la’ahad

[lampfacedstudios]

I did some doodling while on the boat cut off from the internet and all other means of contact for the last week, and here they are compiled.

First off we have some pen and pencil Shockwave doodles, featuring a flustered Astro (those are representations of my mood from when we were fighting with the passport people the prior week). I stole some crayons from the in-laws’ children to add some color. I had started to draw Astro hanging out in the water on my iPad but lost that file beyond the singular doodle.

I was able to access CSP for a bit on my iPad until March 1st, when I couldn’t verify the license and it locked me out. I went into self-indulgent territory with my favorite xbox, and after CSP locked me out I couldn’t access the file again until I got back. I did a no-reference doodle of Genji in my sketchbook and threw that in the empty space to try and pad it out.

After CSP locked me out I remembered I still had Procreate but had never used it properly, so I gave it a try. Not having internet to help me navigate made it a very trial-by-error situation but I think I figured out the gist of it. Because we were watching the Pirates of the Caribbean movies I doodled my neglected pirate boy Altair. My favorite smug cyclops bird man.

#doodles #transformers #transformers animated #tfa #tfa oc #astro #shockwave #overwatch #genji #genji shimada #overwatch oc #videre #oc x canon #self insert #self ship #self shipping #cyclops #pirate #altair

[thatconfusedanon]

*Someone could be heard storming inside before a familiar voice could be heard.*

ALTAIR!

*Yeah… however was there didn’t sound to happy… oh boy Altair what have you done.*

*The sickly frail thing flinched at the sound, pulling the covers over his head. So loud. He's trembling. Oh shit. What did he do now!?*

#is this the consequences of my actions?

[teecupangel]

Submitted by @saberamane

Teecup….I have a new need that I must share.

Modern AU with Desmond and Clay as  BFF’s who do stupid shit. I’m thinking the pairing is AltDesEzi, and one day Altair and Ezio come home and hear some suspicious sounds coming from the bedroom.

Desmond said Clay was coming over…

They slam the door open, thinking they’re going to catch…something going on, already feeling mad and heartbroken…

Only to find Desmond with a controller in hand, and Clay screaming on the bed.

Desmond bought a ‘birthing simulator’, and Clay is not having a good time.

Desmond is having a fantastic time.

And they can tell, by the evil gleam in his big doe eyes, he’s going to try and put it on one of them next…

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Additions by teecup:

Desmond Miles was a strange man.

Born as the sheltered home-schooled son of William Miles, there were a lot of things he didn’t know. Ezio had only seen him a few times growing up. He always followed his father during those times and he could count with one hand how many times he had actually conversed with the sole child of the Miles.

His father had requested him to look after Desmond when they learned they were going to the same college. He figured it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle, considering how quiet Desmond Miles was.

Then college started and Ezio realized that Desmond was a magnet for trouble.

Trouble number one was Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.

Okay, he and Altaïr had some kind of childish rivalry going on since they were in the same boarding school. It didn’t matter that Altaïr was a year older than him (and Desmond), they would always find a way to compete.

Sports.

Academic.

Extra-curricular activities.

It always felt like he was racing to catch up to Altaïr and pass him.

And every time he felt like he already did, Altaïr would be hot on his heels and already running pass him like it was the natural state of the world.

Federico once heard him complain about it and simply laughed it off.

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad was the heir of Masyaf Corporations. Their banks deal with them regularly. If anything, Ezio was supposed to be kissing up to him.

Ezio refused and…

As they say, the rest was history.

Getting close to Desmond had been easy.

Learning that Desmond chose the same college as Ezio because Altaïr was studying there was annoying.

Learning Altaïr and Desmond were childhood friends, bordering on childhood sweetheart (if one could even imagine Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad having a sweetheart) made Ezio rethink his entire friendship with Desmond.

And then…

Things happened, feelings evolved, college was the time to experiment and learn one’s self and oh boy, did Ezio learn a lot.

He and Altaïr still can’t get along all that well but they manage to be cordial for Desmond’s sake.

They both entered a relationship with Desmond knowing about each other.

Their rivalry hit that stage where they are both trying to make Desmond happy while also half-trying to one up the other.

They graduate and started living together and then…

Trouble number two became Desmond’s roommate.

Look.

Ezio and Altaïr had both wanted Desmond to live with them.

Unfortunately, Altaïr and Ezio didn’t want to live with each other and Desmond thought it would be unfair if he was to live with either of them sooooo…

Desmond found an apartment and got a roommate.

Desmond worked as a bartender for some reason, his bio-engineering diploma gaining dust in the darkest part of his closet.

He did tell them that his mother told him he could join their research and development team any time he wanted but Desmond didn’t really want to.

Oh, it wasn’t because of nepotism. Desmond had no qualms with that.

“Aunt Juno’s a bitch to work with. I intern in their company, remember?”

So yeah, Desmond was willing to just let his college degree whither and die while working as a bartender.

Hence the need for a roommate to keep up with the bills (any offer to give him money for his bills were rejected but he allowed his boyfriends to treat him to food, gifts and homemade meals)

Clay Kaczmarek was chaos reincarnate.

He was a computer engineering graduate who freelances for the highest bidder.

Ezio was pretty sure said highest bidders were more on the side of ‘fuck capitalism’ but it wasn’t his place to judge as a child of old money.

Altaïr knew of him and that was saying a lot as Masyaf Corporations held more pies in the darker part of society that was considered a ‘gray area’ than most companies.

Clay was a good man.

But he was the worst enabler in Desmond’s small circle of friends and the two of them loses most of their braincells when they were together.

They get the dumbest ideas and follow through with them.

It was like they were both making up for Desmond’s quiet ‘obedient’ life as a child and then going one step further.

They’ve never been arrested though and Altaïr or Ezio never had to bail them out but, my god, they never get a head’s up whenever something stupid was about to happen.

So the two of them getting a birthing simulator?

Ezio was pretty sure it was because one of Desmond’s coworker was pregnant and that probably led to the two of them talking about pregnancy and what it would feel like.

Seeing Desmond smile at them sweetly but not bothering to cover up the evil gleam in his eyes…

Ezio was too in love with him to say no even as Clay’s pained screams continued because Desmond has yet to turn off the device in his hands.

So he simply patted Altaïr’s shoulder and grimly said…

“Rock, paper, scissors, best of three.”

#submission #i was going to make a sequel-ish to your idea #but then it turned to a prequel #soooo #have backstory??? #no usual tags because #altdes #ezides #clay is not having a good time #don't worry #he'll think of something to get back

[aquagirl1978]

No Regrets - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: I had entirely too many thoughts after reading his sequel route, so instead writing some summary, you get this. Part of the Summer Days Sultry Nights event I am co-hosting with @violettduchess.

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: garden party

Tags: spoilers (mild) for Chevalier sequel route - please read with caution - you've been warned.

The table was set, a pot of hot tea and a plate of freshly made beignets were placed in the center. Two chairs, with pale yellow cushions, were nestled by the table. The roses surrounding the gazebo were in full bloom, drenching the air with their sweet, floral fragrance. There was no special occasion for this party, but you needed no excuse to show your love for Chevalier. 

Everything was perfect. Everything that was, except that your love was nowhere to be seen.

“It’s okay,” you muttered as you settled into your seat with a book. “He will be here soon enough.”

You were so engrossed in the fairy tale unfolding on the pages before you that you didn’t hear the faint footsteps approaching. You felt him before you saw him; he came up behind you, his face brushing up against yours, your body filling with warmth from his still-clumsy touch.

“You’re late,” you said, tilting your face to meet him, a soft, human smile spread on his lips. 

“Indeed.”

 No apology was offered, no “I’m sorry” was said. To apologize implied there was something to regret. And there were no regrets – not when it came to you or your country. 

“Let me guess,” you asked with a soft laugh. “It was my favorite brother-in-law’s fault?”

“No. Blame Gilbert,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

The mere mention of Gilbert’s name stirred something inside you; the memories of your ill-fated trip to Obsidian still vivid. 

But still. Something happened that day in the dungeons. 

You didn’t know the details of what happened after Chevalier asked you and Leon to leave him alone with Gilbert. But the two men came out alive; did Chevalier have a soft spot in his heart for his old friend? Perhaps the two weren't so different after all; perhaps the friendship between two book-loving boys could be rekindled in some, strange way.

“Have one, they’re still warm,” you said, holding a beignet close to his lips. As he ate the treat in one bite – they were, after all, his favorite sweet – he closed his eyes as he rested his face against yours, the white tiger feeling safe by your side. 

With the alliance between Tanzanite, Achroite and Kogyoku looming over everyone’s heads, it was hard to know what to expect – even Chevalier could not predict what would come next. When you left for Obsidian, it was as Chevalier’s fiancée, but when you returned to Rhodolite, it was as their queen. 

He whispered your name as he pressed a kiss to your lips, the sound of him saying your name sending tingles down your spine. “I love you,” he said, looking at you, his eyes bright and blue as the skies this late summer day.

Tightening your grip around his waist, you stole this moment to simply savor the love you shared. With tomorrow’s peace not a promise, there would be no regrets – every moment with Chevalier, no matter how mundane or turbulent, was worthwhile.

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[ikeprinces-stuff]

~𝑼𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕~

Word count : 1845

Warning : No warning

Characters : Nokto Klein & My Ikeprince OC

A/N : Hello, uh...I don't know what else to say, I still have several characters to pair with ma boi. So have fun reading this one. 💓❤️

Previous short stories :

Reading Between The Lines

Sweetness Of Understanding

The White Tiger And The White Lynx

The Night Wanderer

Tags : @leonscape @myonlyjknight @orangejuice707 @altairring @the-bird-and-the-flute @scorchieart @violettduchess @aquagirl1978 @lorei-writes @ikemen-writer @scrumptiousfirepanda @cathyrosse

After the grueling negotiation session the two princes had, they rode back in a carriage, taking their time to rest after the tiring experience. Nokto sits opposite Vernard, who his eyes fixed on the window. The crimson-eyed prince stares at the jade-eyed one, waiting for him to make a move. Vernard is lost in his own thoughts, but eventually breaks the silence. "You did well today," he says, his voice low and serious. Nokto nods, his face betraying a slight sense of satisfaction. "They were stubborn at first, but I managed to win them over, as always," he says, sounding slightly boastful. Vernard looks at his brother, taking note of the way Nokto is lounging in his seat, with his arms stretched out and a smug look on his face. He knows that Nokto is proud of what he's accomplished, but Nokto noticed the gaze.

"Come on, don't look at me like that," Nokto says, and Vernard is surprised to see a hint of mock desperation in his brother's eyes. "You know I couldn't have done this without you," Nokto continues, but Vernard doesn't acknowledge the comment. Instead, he leans back in his seat, crossing his arms and saying, "I wasn't looking forward to hearing your gratitude. I was only doing my duty." Nokto scoffs, “Duty, indeed.” clearly amused by Vernard's lack of interest in his praise, but Vernard pays him no mind.

After the carriage started to move, Nokto continued to stare at his big brother, who was now staring out the window, deep in his own thoughts. As Nokto started to speak up, Vernard suddenly interrupts him, saying, "No, I don’t." This causes Nokto's features to suddenly freeze, and he lets out a stifled chuckle before leaning in slightly. "You predicted what I was going to say?" Nokto says, trying to get Vernard's attention. When Vernard finally looks at him, his eyes have turned cold, and he raises one eyebrow. "I know, I know, prediction and intuition are different, etc, etc..." Nokto says sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood.

"Are you going to disclose or are you planning to keep clowning around?" Vernard's gaze grew even colder as it shifted towards Nokto, and for some reason, Nokto couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity. As if he had seen these same cold stares before, but from someone else. But as much as Nokto liked to play on people's nerves, Vernard was the exception. He knew better than to mention the person these stares reminded him of, as it would only further upset his brother. Instead, Nokto decided it was best to let the matter drop and change the subject, even though he could tell Vernard was still annoyed.

"I was thinking about you coming with me to one of the night events I was invited to recently," Nokto began, shrugging his shoulders. "You know, to express my gratitude to you." Vernard relaxed his gaze and leaned back in his seat, studying his brother from head to toe as if trying to read him. After a moment of silence, Vernard spoke up. "That didn't seem like what you wanted to say at first, did it?" he said calmly. Nokto refused to give in and waited for an answer that would satisfy him. Vernard continued, "You know that I take no interest in any of these 'events' you go to. So, I have to decline your invitation." Vernard's voice grew colder as he continued, "As I told you, I don't want any favor response from you." Nokto let out a scoff, "Because you have 'more important' things to do?" He said with a sneer. "You know what? I won't force you to accept my invitation in any way. You are free to accept or decline." Nokto closed one eye and kept the other open, continuing, "Consider it a token of thanks for your effort today."

Nokto's eyes meet Vernard's once again and this time he decides to make a comment. "How's your hand?" he asks mockingly, looking down at the bandaged palm. "I hope it recovers soon. The quality of my contributions has been declining ever since I hurt it," Vernard remarks, sounding somewhat defeated. His leg starts to tremble, and Nokto can see the tension in his brother's face. Taking advantage of the situation, Nokto decides to keep pushing with a smirk, he asked, "Nervous? Don't tell me you can't use your right hand?"

Vernard is visibly tense as Nokto mentions his injured hand. He takes a deep breath and looks at his brother from the corner of his eye, trying to hold his temper in check. "You're not supposed to mention that," he says, his voice coming out in a low and tense whisper. "You know, being left-handed yourself, you understand what I mean. We've had this conversation hundreds of times, unless you're just trying to get on my nerves."

Nokto speaks up, his voice calm and measured. "Of course not, Vernard," he says. "I understand how sensitive the topic is, and I'm not looking to upset you in any way." Vernard narrows his eyes, skeptical of Nokto's words. Despite his brither's protestations, he can't bring himself to trust him. He just wants the carriage to stop where Nokto wants to get off, and to be left alone with his thoughts.

"Pretending to be right-handed seems very exhausting." Nokto brings up the topic again, and Vernard can be seen massaging his forehead in annoyance. However, he refrains from engaging in the conversation. Nokto, taking this opportunity, adjusts his position and says, "For me, it makes no difference. It's such a small matter that there's no reason to make it a dangerous secret." But Vernard looks at him coldly and says, "Do we really have to talk about this every time we sit together?" He sounds exhausted and defeated. Nokto, however, persists, saying, "You know why I'm doing this." After a brief moment of silence, their eyes meet, and Vernard can't help but notice the seriousness in Nokto's eyes. It's unlike anything he's ever seen before.

Vernard sat still for a moment before speaking up, "Is this your way of saying you no longer want me to accompany you?" he asked, his voice tinged with disappointment. "And now he's going to take it personally," a frustrated Nokto groaned, rolling his eyes. "You know no one likes a guy who takes everything personally," he continued, glancing back at his brother with an exaggerated eye roll. Vernard shook his head. "It's the only conclusion I came up with," he replied, his voice low and almost apologetic. Nokto wasn't having it, though, and shot back with even more sarcasm, "No. It's the only conclusion you ALWAYS come up with," he said, raising his eyebrows in mock amazement.

"I know what you mean," Vernard started, his gaze shifting to his bandaged hand for a moment. "I understand that you want me to open up to others, but that won't work out in your favor." He looked back up at Nokto, his expression growing colder. "What do you mean?" Nokto replied, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"It's best kept it that way," Vernard continued. "As long as you keep it a secret, I'll help you with your negotiations and agreements." Nokto leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "And if I reveal that secret, you'll no longer assist me?" he asked and Vernard nodded. "Exactly," he confirmed. "That is the only way to keep our agreement in place." He leaned back in his seat, a determined look on his face. "I won't back down from this deal we made."

Nokto couldn't help but smirk as he listened to Vernard's words. "Sounds like you're clinging to me," he said, his tone playful. To his surprise, Vernard didn't seem to mind the jab. Instead, he responded in his usual, cold tone. "Of course not." But the smile on Nokto's face refused to disappear, and he continued, "I just so happen to have taken an interest in the field in which you excel. And who knows, maybe I'll be just as good at it as you." Nokto hummed, "I'll pretend to take your word for it." Vernard shrugged again, "I don't care if you believe it or not. I said my piece." The two men continued to stare at each other, both silently trying to figure out what the other was thinking.

The air in the carriage was heavy and thick, filled with the tension of a conversation between two brothers who barely managed to get along. But suddenly, as if on cue, they both began to smile at each other, and Nokto let out a laugh that rang out in the enclosed space. "I love it when our conversation gets to this point," Nokto said, glancing between his brother's amused expression and the window, which offered a glimpse of the lush countryside. Vernard smiled back, seemingly pleased to see his brother enjoying himself. "Me too," Vernard replied, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms.

There was a quiet that settled over the carriage once again, but this time, Vernard broke the silence with a sudden question that took Nokto by surprise. "Say, where exactly is the location of that event?" Vernard asked, his tone casual yet curious. Nokto's brow furrowed in confusion. "Locat-" he started but stopped, his mind racing to find an answer. He had never expected Vernard to bring up the matter again, especially not after they had seemingly moved past it.

Nokto's amusement was unmistakable as he observed Vernard's sudden change in demeanor. They'd been locked in that tense standoff, both silently willing the other to speak first. But now, Vernard seemed eager to put it behind them. "Oh? Finally decided to join?" Nokto asked with mock surprise, raising an eyebrow at his brother. Vernard chuckled in response, "You just tell me."

Nokto flashed a knowing grin before revealing the location of their evening plans. Vernard nodded, seeming mildly impressed. "I happen to have a place in mind to go after the meeting, and your night event is close to where I wanted to go." Nokto's expression turned to one of confusion. "And...?" he prompted. Vernard let out a deep sigh, apparently weary of the constant back and forth. "I'll accompany you to that night event, for a while at least. I still have time before I get busy again, so I'd rather make good use of it." He paused briefly, then continued. "Besides, you're not a bad company.”

Nokto couldn't help but chuckle as he turned to his brother, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just admit it," he said, his tone playful. "You're clinging to me." Vernard's lips widened into a smile, and he raised an eyebrow. "Why would I admit something that has nothing to do with the truth?" he responded, his tone teasing. Nokto just chuckled again, throwing up his hands. "Yes, yes, whatever," he said, but the smile didn't leave either of their faces. Instead, it only grew wider, and the two brothers found themselves laughing despite the tense atmosphere that lingered between them.

~𝑬𝑵𝑫

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