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LIVE

Update: Chapter 11: The rebels (tension in this chapter) Summary: Haytham takes Savannah away from her home, to a new life, and her first mission as a Templar

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5164532/chapters/15924241

Rating: EXPLICIT

FANDOM: ASSASSINS CREED PAIRING: HAYTHAM KENWAY/ SAVANNAH (OC)

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Fri, 27 May 2016 19:48:49

Author:@alexasnowme

A/N: I felt the urge for some vengeance themed work. Chapter one:

I can not lie to my conscience, I know the truth, I seek only revenge pure and simple. They only see the visage I put up, they are perceptive, but my skill at deception is so refined I almost convince myself. But it is during these dark hours of night, I sit staring into the darkness, I know it festers with me. I am twisted by this need, they sat in judgment, but it was not justice they claimed, they sought to destroy, to protect themselves and they succeed. They took someone precious from me and I will see them pay, I would have sought them out, but they were but names upon a page to me, I could not put a face to them.

The assassins however had the man power, and the resources to discover under which rock these creatures had now slithered under. In that darkness that consumed me, I vowed my revenge, a pledge to her, my dream, my love, that she would not die in vain, that I would take from those who stole her from me, as if it was nothing.

Each morning I would follow my mentor to training, smiling to cover the pain, to put the mask back on each day was tiresome but necessary. If they discovered I cared nothing for their creed, their way of life they would cast me out, or worse stop me in my tracks.
So the mask remained in place at all times, they would not see my rage, only my determination, they would not see my blood lust, only my skill. I was after all one of their finest recruits, I showed promise they often told me. I didn’t care for their praise, or their brotherhood, I needed only one thing, and I would tell a million lies to get it.

“Armida” a strong male voice called to me, I turned nodding to my instructor.

I did not engage in small talk I think he appreciated that, he himself was at time dark and brooding. But his foul moods were clear to all, a sign to hold off all unwanted attention or conversation, he had also lost those he loved but I would not share that piece of me, her memory was mine alone.
I was thankful they had assigned me to him, I did keep forgetting his name as I was rarely listening to the idle chit chat that often followed none solo missions.

I preferred working alone, each new Templar target took on the faceless form of the to be unmasked enemies I sought. Each time I realised the blood pooling at my feet was not that of my true enemy, I felt a sense of disappointment, even a sense of guilt, but I did not let those thoughts gain weight or momentum. I could not allow feelings to ruin this, I had to remain cold.

One of our own turned upon us, I did not care but I feigned shock and horror. I watched as they chased him to the edge of a cliff, guns in hand. I hardly found this to be any form of justice, but who was I to question them, I needed them.

The poor lad fell, or jumped, I didn’t draw closer, as I had no intention of shooting him. It was the first time I recalled a name ‘Shay’, as I heard his name cursed, and uttered in pain and disappointment. His name was burnt into my mind, as was the look in his eyes as they backed him over that edge.

As the shock, and horror died down, I hoped to not hear that name again. I was so close to finding the men responsible for taking my beautiful Nadia from me, her name was the only name I needed to remember. However his name was once again uttered in distain.

His brother was raging, pacing back and forth, I didn’t care to ask but I was told anyway that Shay was alive and now killing us off one by one. My only thought was I can not die yet, I am so close to gaining my revenge, after which I wouldn’t care, I would gladly go to my judgement, or if there be mercy return to my Nadia’s side.

“Armida” My mentor beckoned me, in his strained voice he simply stated “you are equal in skill to Shay, I believe you can put a stop to this madness, you believe as we do”

I nodded, holding back an ironic laugh that echoed in my mind, I didn’t care, but they were sending me alone. I could take a detour, and gain my revenge. I was about to take my leave, when Shays brother called after me. I begrudgingly turned to face him, a woman following on behind.

“We may as well go with you, we need to gain vital information” his voice dropped to a hush, he leaned in, his sullen expression clear “make it quick, I know he has done wrong but I don’t want him to suffer”

I merely gave my usual courteous nod, before pulling ahead of them. We boarded our ship, we were to head in land. I stepped aboard, not meeting the eye of any of the crew.
I remained solitary, and when I was forced to learn their names, Liam, and hope. When they tried to speak to me, I would politely excuse myself to aid the crew. And when there was no escape, I just nodded along, watching their expressions both obvious and subtle for cues as when to nod, smile or feign amusement. I played the game so well they had no idea I had not heard a word, or just only learnt their names.

They believed I cared for their cause, I watched them exchange pleasantries, when under those smiles they were both pained, they grieved shay as if he were already dead a buried. I guess it felt like betrayal to them, me I had more important things to attend to. But due them tagging along my detour would have to wait, that infuriated me, but they would never know that.

I wondered how I would escape their trivial games, maybe I could speak to Shay, but he would think me sent to end him, and that was my mission, but my calling was in that city, they would be who I would wish to end. I had to be careful, Shay was a master of stealth, but I could always spot him, he wouldn’t get the jump on me, I would hopefully be able to reason with him.

“Armida” hopes voice rang in my ear. “You were in a world of your own” she half smiled. I smiled in response “come, Liam and I wish to speak with you about Shay”

I followed her bellow deck her long dress trailing along the deck, a tripping hazard. They mocked me for donning the male assassins outfits, but they were easier to move. I was reminded that to kill my first target I would have to wear a dress for the first time in years, to blend in. I was both repulsed and saddened by the prospect, I sighed inwardly.

Liam’s expression grave, his elbows pressed to the wood of the table he was slumped at. Hope slunk in beside him, I dropped in front, I prayed this would be quick, and not some emotional speech.

I knew that I should empathise having lost so much, but I couldn’t draw my focus, not even to be human, not for a second.

Stepping off the boat was strange, as there were so many people, I had grown accustomed to being solitary, to be surrounded by busy throngs, and loud crowds was an assault to the senses. I must have hesitated too long as they misread me “I know it’s tough, he was one of us, but know that it is a necessity” Liam stated wistfully.

I accidentally let a genuine smile cross my face, it was his brother and yet he was trying to console me, I almost let myself think him a good man. I shook it off just as swiftly, wiping the smile clear of my face.

“Never realised it but I have never seen you smile, strange I should notice that now” he remarked astonished by the observation and its timing. Hope raised her eyes, which tempted me to smile in amusement, I quashes the urge.

“I smile” I retorted mildly irked by the remark.

“Yes those forced tight smiles I forgot” he looked amused.

He offered me his hand, I brushed it aside and stepped free of the ship finally. I had to shut down this idle chatter “I have work to do” I stated in a satisfactory grim manner looking to both Liam and Hope.

“Yes I guess you do” he sighed.

I was about to walk away when he remarked “you may want to smile more often it suits you” his smile broad his cheeks ruddy, I narrowed my eyes before disappearing in to the crowd.

#submission #shay one shot #alexasnowme #assassinxoc

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Mon, 02 May 2016 20:43:46

Author:@alexasnowme

Chapter 22: Joining the crew

Summary:

Alicia takes to work upon the Jackdaw. Finding life aboard is no easy task, making her choice all the more fraught

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4979881/chapters/13844833

Chapter 23: So many questions?

Summary:

Alicia finds the questions running through her mind overwhelming. After a communication with Cole, she finds an an unexpected out let for her anger at the lack of control.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4979881/chapters/13855230

Rating: EXPLICIT

FANDOM: ASSASSINS CREED

#series #submission #edward #edward fanfiction #assassinxoc

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Sun, 28 Feb 2016 23:33:20

Author:@alexasnowme

Chapter 6: More than capable (Chapter contains Graphic Depictions Of Violence)

Summary:

Alessandra is intent upon showing Ezio she is more than capable to aid him

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5160263/chapters/13891039

Rating: EXPLICIT

FAMDOM: ASSASSINS CREED

PAIRING: EZIO / ALESSANDRA (OC)

#series #submission #assassinxoc #ezio fanfiction

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Tue, 23 Feb 2016 11:37:08

ARNO X FEMALE ORIGINAL CHARACTER

Author:@alexasnowme

I stood in the shadows awaiting my contact, it was a detestable business with somewhat unsavory characters but if this helped France and drew this revolution to an end with less bloodshed it was worth it.

My contact was a very cantankerous old man, Bellec. He had a wit so dry it bordered on good taste. Luckily for him, I was used to such characters in the French court, he had no idea how alike he was to the royalty who thought themselves superior due to their title. Bellec’s notions did not give him the moral high ground he believed.

I pulled into the light upon hearing his distinctive heavy footsteps echo through the passage. If he wished to be silent he could but he needed me to hear him. As I had to not be shocked or surprised lest we give away our presence. He saw me and nodded. “Meet our fellow conspirator,” Bellec announced to a younger man at his side.

I did not acknowledge the young assassin at first as I wouldn’t let that impudence stand. “Do not cast me as one in your little war. I care not if they are Templar or assassin. I only seek to remove the bad influences from the court.”

“Will you help him get into the palace?” Bellec remarked in annoyance.

“That was the agreement,” I assured him.

“That is all I care about,” Bellec grumbled.

“Does our contact have a name?” The young assassin politely inquired with a hint of sarcasm.

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

Amused I began, “I know much about all the players involved. You two included. I like to know who I am working with.”

“You know nothing of me,” Bellec dismissed my comment with an air of arrogance as if untouchable.
But I knew enough of him to be weary of him. Fanatics are dangerous no matter what side they are aligned with. I had seen many in my short time within the French court but I knew them to believe themselves right and would not hear anything to the contrary. I said nothing to Bellec and left him to his delusions.
The young assassin pressed, “what do you know of me?”

His gentle brown eyes narrowed with what seemed to be suspicion. “Arno Dorian, your path has not been an easy one but you have been busy of late. Do assassins know nothing of caution?”

His steely gaze softened. The grin that crossed his face was lopsided but annoyingly endearing. He had a boyish charm to his smile and appearance. He also bore scars that marred his youthful face, and a weary look that spoke of a wealth of experience, none of it good but it seemed he had learnt from it as he still drew breath.

He smiled widely. “I do try I assure you.”

I raised my eyes trying to hide the smile creeping across my lips. “Does that boyish charm work?”

“Not on Bellec.”

I couldn’t help the smile that drew across my face, he was rather amusing. And the annoyance upon Bellec’s face only made it more so. Bellec took his leave with a nod in my direction and a quick hand upon Arno’s shoulder.

Arno had many questions as we began to slowly walk into the grounds. I was not used to such curiosity from assassins. It was normally suspicion I had to contend with. Arno remarked quietly, “You are not what I expected?”
I raised an eyebrow before responding in the same hushed tone, “What were you expecting?”

“Well, that you wouldn’t be so…I did not expect a woman and an English one at that. What brings you to the midst of France during such unrest?”

“My father. He is French. He is a man of station and wealth.”

“France is not safe for such men.”

“I have told him this but he is stubborn and he is trying to continue his good work while those around him work for their own self-interest.”

“Then he will be in danger from both sides. He is a brave man to stay.”

“He is a fool,” I grumbled under my breath.

I did not wish to have to worry about my father with such frequency. The anxiety had become too much for me so I had found a way to do my part to clear the court of the dangerous factions who threatened, my father and any who still wished to do good for France. I hoped I was making it safer for them. I sighed heavily.

“So how do you intend to get me in unseen?” Arno whispered.

“I know all the back ways and hidden doors, ” I assured him.

“Of course. I am glad of your aid.”

Before he slipped through the secret door I remarked, “don’t get yourself killed. I do not need such things upon my conscience.”

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

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

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Mon, 10 Jul 2017 21:17:49

Author:@alexasnowme

Chapter 18: A dangerous experiment

Summary:

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

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

FANDOM: assassins creed

RATING: EXPLICIT

PAIRING: JACOB/ALENA (OC)

#series #submission #evie frye #jacob frye #assassinxoc