[Fic] Spirits - Part I
Okay, so this is for the AssCreed kink meme:
So, its canon that Juno can trigger bleeding effect... Would like to see Connor, after his spirit vision with juno, being trolled by randomly triggered memories of Ezio, or Altair... Bonus points if he suddenly spews out italian at random moments. Bonus if he says something in Haytham's presence, like RequIescat in pace, that throws the daddy templar for a loop.
You can find the prompt and original fill here.
Part I
Connor was running from the Red Coats today. Again. Despite his firmer grip of urban customs and unspoken rules, it always struck him as odd that people did not like people using their rooftops.
In the distance, he could hear the tolling of the noontime bells. He leapt over the alleyways, headed towards the harbour in order to lose his tail. He leapt gracefully into a bale of hay before ducking around vendors and horses to reach the docks. He jumped onto some barrels, raising his arms into a clean dive and spearing into the ocean...
...panic gripped him. Air escaped his lungs in a terrified gasp and was replaced with freezing brine. He clawed his way through the water back up to the surface, flailing terribly. His head breached the waves but still he was suffocating, the clank of armour and tolling of the alarm bells a dull roar beneath the blood screaming in his ears.
He could not swim! Allah, he was going to die in the grey, stinking water of ----
Stephane yanked him out of the water by his coat, the contents of his lungs emptying into the red coats and red blood decorating the docks.
"Caulice! Were you shot, Connor?" The Assassin blinked his eyes once, twice before colour seeped back into the air and he shook his head.
"Well, just be more careful not to breathe water againmon ami. You make a better wolf than poisson, and I won't always be there to fish you out. With a pat on the back, the chef walked away, blending in flawlessly with the crowd.
Water still roared in Connor's ears.
Caulice - A French-Canadian blaspheme derived from the french word for 'chalice'.
mon ami- my friend
poisson - fish
b - Swim
Haytham was not looking forward to his next mission. He had to drag his tediously irate son from Boston all the way to New York (and hadn'tthat been fun?) and now he would have to go and prod some of the locals for information. Usually, this wouldn't have been too much of a chore - charm came as second nature to Haytham, what with his noble upbringing.
Connor, however.... well, he was about as subtle as a brick. A rather large brick painted yellow. Seeing as their main target in this case happened to be a woman, Haytham was doubly troubled. Honestly, were there no girls or women in this boy's village? Yes, he could pull off a certain fondness (not too unlike an awkward duckling) but that would hardly aid their cause in this case.
And so, bracing himself for the worst, the Grand Master Templar was more than a little surprised when, upon entering the tavern, his son stopped slouching and smiled. An honest to God grin that was more than a little seductive, truth be told. Haytham had to blink a few times before advancing to a table not too far from their target. He turned to remind Connor to keep his mouth shut and -
- the boy was sauntering up to the bar right next to their target and unleashed a devastating smile that turned all nearby heads towards him. Made him a little wobbly in the knees really - wait, what? He could just catch a few words that his son was purring to the woman, and it was enough to make his eyes roll. Really? Did he learn those lines from some love-struck sailor?
Haytham ordered a drink from the barkeep and sat himself down next to the boy.
">" - find bella donna such as yourself here." He tried very hard not to spit his rather atrocious ale out Italian??? Since when did he speak Italian?
">"You flatter me Mister ..."
">"Mi dispiace madonna, I am Ezio Auditore da Firenze."
"Oh my, a pleasure to meet you then signore."
Haytham soon found himself rather cramped as all of the women (respectable and those less so) flocked around Connor, batting their eyes and tilting their chests just so.
This was getting ridiculous.
""I am sorry, but it is late, and my associate here is not as young as he used to be and must be retiring for the evening soon. Ciao!" Why that little bastard! The women all sighed mournfully and tittered lightly amongst themselves as Connor slipped away from their lingering touches and gazes.
Once outside the tavern, Connor slipped out of his charm and back into his usual predatory slouch and grim gaze. Haytham would never admit it, but he was rather glad to have his son back.
">"I didn't realize Achilles had the time to give you such extensive history lessons during your training." Connor glared at him questioningly.
"Pardon?"
"The Ezio act you pulled off in there. I must admit, I never thought you capable of smiling. Now were you just flirting with our target, or did you manage to get some information out of her."
"I do not understand what you are implying, but I did manage to get this letter from her."
Haytham rolled his eyes, but held back a derisive jab as he read the missive. "Well, this was exactly what we needed. Looks like our man is in town for the next few days." They got on their horses and retied for the evening. "By the way, when did you learn Italian?"
"I didn't."
Most curious...
bella donna - beautiful lady
Mi dispiace, madonna... - I'm sorry, my lady
mie colombe belle - my beautiful doves
Ciao! - Farewell!
So yeah, it's 3 parts total, with one half angst and one half light stuff each.
( Part II)
So, its canon that Juno can trigger bleeding effect... Would like to see Connor, after his spirit vision with juno, being trolled by randomly triggered memories of Ezio, or Altair... Bonus points if he suddenly spews out italian at random moments. Bonus if he says something in Haytham's presence, like RequIescat in pace, that throws the daddy templar for a loop.
You can find the prompt and original fill here.
Part I
Connor was running from the Red Coats today. Again. Despite his firmer grip of urban customs and unspoken rules, it always struck him as odd that people did not like people using their rooftops.
In the distance, he could hear the tolling of the noontime bells. He leapt over the alleyways, headed towards the harbour in order to lose his tail. He leapt gracefully into a bale of hay before ducking around vendors and horses to reach the docks. He jumped onto some barrels, raising his arms into a clean dive and spearing into the ocean...
...panic gripped him. Air escaped his lungs in a terrified gasp and was replaced with freezing brine. He clawed his way through the water back up to the surface, flailing terribly. His head breached the waves but still he was suffocating, the clank of armour and tolling of the alarm bells a dull roar beneath the blood screaming in his ears.
He could not swim! Allah, he was going to die in the grey, stinking water of ----
Stephane yanked him out of the water by his coat, the contents of his lungs emptying into the red coats and red blood decorating the docks.
"Caulice! Were you shot, Connor?" The Assassin blinked his eyes once, twice before colour seeped back into the air and he shook his head.
"Well, just be more careful not to breathe water againmon ami. You make a better wolf than poisson, and I won't always be there to fish you out. With a pat on the back, the chef walked away, blending in flawlessly with the crowd.
Water still roared in Connor's ears.
Caulice - A French-Canadian blaspheme derived from the french word for 'chalice'.
mon ami- my friend
poisson - fish
b - Swim
Haytham was not looking forward to his next mission. He had to drag his tediously irate son from Boston all the way to New York (and hadn'tthat been fun?) and now he would have to go and prod some of the locals for information. Usually, this wouldn't have been too much of a chore - charm came as second nature to Haytham, what with his noble upbringing.
Connor, however.... well, he was about as subtle as a brick. A rather large brick painted yellow. Seeing as their main target in this case happened to be a woman, Haytham was doubly troubled. Honestly, were there no girls or women in this boy's village? Yes, he could pull off a certain fondness (not too unlike an awkward duckling) but that would hardly aid their cause in this case.
And so, bracing himself for the worst, the Grand Master Templar was more than a little surprised when, upon entering the tavern, his son stopped slouching and smiled. An honest to God grin that was more than a little seductive, truth be told. Haytham had to blink a few times before advancing to a table not too far from their target. He turned to remind Connor to keep his mouth shut and -
- the boy was sauntering up to the bar right next to their target and unleashed a devastating smile that turned all nearby heads towards him. Made him a little wobbly in the knees really - wait, what? He could just catch a few words that his son was purring to the woman, and it was enough to make his eyes roll. Really? Did he learn those lines from some love-struck sailor?
Haytham ordered a drink from the barkeep and sat himself down next to the boy.
">" - find bella donna such as yourself here." He tried very hard not to spit his rather atrocious ale out Italian??? Since when did he speak Italian?
">"You flatter me Mister ..."
">"Mi dispiace madonna, I am Ezio Auditore da Firenze."
"Oh my, a pleasure to meet you then signore."
Haytham soon found himself rather cramped as all of the women (respectable and those less so) flocked around Connor, batting their eyes and tilting their chests just so.
This was getting ridiculous.
""I am sorry, but it is late, and my associate here is not as young as he used to be and must be retiring for the evening soon. Ciao!" Why that little bastard! The women all sighed mournfully and tittered lightly amongst themselves as Connor slipped away from their lingering touches and gazes.
Once outside the tavern, Connor slipped out of his charm and back into his usual predatory slouch and grim gaze. Haytham would never admit it, but he was rather glad to have his son back.
">"I didn't realize Achilles had the time to give you such extensive history lessons during your training." Connor glared at him questioningly.
"Pardon?"
"The Ezio act you pulled off in there. I must admit, I never thought you capable of smiling. Now were you just flirting with our target, or did you manage to get some information out of her."
"I do not understand what you are implying, but I did manage to get this letter from her."
Haytham rolled his eyes, but held back a derisive jab as he read the missive. "Well, this was exactly what we needed. Looks like our man is in town for the next few days." They got on their horses and retied for the evening. "By the way, when did you learn Italian?"
"I didn't."
Most curious...
bella donna - beautiful lady
Mi dispiace, madonna... - I'm sorry, my lady
mie colombe belle - my beautiful doves
Ciao! - Farewell!
So yeah, it's 3 parts total, with one half angst and one half light stuff each.
( Part II)