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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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FILL: The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (4/7)
(Anonymous) 2020-03-15 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)In which Maria learns she is fearless.
*
It had been days since Maria had last left her bed for other than to relieve herself. A full bath had to be substituted for simpler cleaning with a rag, while she was either sitting down or laying on her back. Her ankle strain, it would seem, had proven to be a worse affliction than the doctor had initially thought, for Maria was now fighting small bouts of fever that left her frail and disoriented.
Her daughter had once more returned to the household, and now kept a strict eye on her. Forced to cut down on her drinking - probably for good, for there was no peace to be had under her daughter's watchful eyes - Maria turned to other endeavors to keep herself from going mad. An old lady she might have been, and riddled with fever, but even she needed some sort of stimulation before her brain became mush. There was something else too, that she did not want to put words to; not yet. It was with this thought that she had asked both Lucy and Eleanor to bring out the most priced of her belongings, so they might go through them together.
"What are you looking for?" Eleanor had asked, eyeing the many trinkets and thimbles that were displayed inside velvet and silken boxes. The precious gloves - that held very little value to the girls - were still looking pristine in their box; the box resting safely on Maria's lap as her fingers trailed over her treasure.
The other boxes and their contents were gifts from former friends, suitors and colleagues. Some had been won, a few had been bargained, but all of them belonged to Maria, fair and square.
"Mm? What was that, dearest?"
"I was wondering if you were looking for something in particular."
"I suppose I am." Lucy seemed to be nearest to the one remaining and unopened chest, so Maria motioned for her to peruse its contents. The chest revealed letters and documents inside it, but they were of no import; it was the bound, leather book at the very bottom that held Maria's attention the most. "Give that here, Lucy."
She took the book from the girl's hands and gave it a good, hard stare. The girls went back to browsing the other contents and so it took them a while to notice their grandmother had yet to move a muscle. A deep look of concentration was etched on her face; they had never seen her so serious before.
"Grandmother?" Lucy's voice interrupted her and Maria blinked. The contents of the book were precious to her, but she did not want to read the words written inside, or think about the secrets hidden within. For if she did, she might read them over and over again, lost in her fondest memories; she would never wake up again.
"Time is a funny thing, girls. You have so little of it, and yet, a lifetime or ten can be won in the company of good men and women." Now the girls looked even more confused, but Maria paid them no heed. "What was the story I told you yesterday?"
Eleanor stood up from the floor and dusted off her skirts. She took a jug of water so she could Maria a glass. "It was about Myriam and your mother, as they quarreled but became friends. And then Myriam taught you and the boys how to skin a catch."
"Yes. Right you are... Well, I suppose I have exhausted my resources on the Homesteaders," she took the offered glass and wet her lips with its contents, "except for one." The girls grinned at each other, and Maria gave the glass back for holding. She then placed her book inside the box with the gloves and tucked it away next to her pillows.
"Make yourselves comfortable."
*
The boys were stuck in a tree. Maria watched from below as the two small figures teetered at the edge of a branch, neither boy willing to make the jump. Connor coaxed them into moving by pelting them with small rocks, face serious, but Maria could recognize the thinly-veiled mischief in his eyes. He had definitely done this before and for a moment, Maria was overcome with a deep surge of pity for the poor soul Connor had tormented under the guise of help. She should try and stop him, shouldn't she?
Before Maria could offer him her protests however, Connor had already climbed up and joined the two lost souls, who were yelling at him to stay back in fear.
Connor was merciless.
Two thumps sound out, as the boys fell into the stack of leaves and soft branches with loud cries. They stumbled out of the stack with groans, but did not seem to bear bruises or broken bones.
"Your turn."
Connor's tone was deceptively gentle, but Maria did not miss the predatory look that overcame his features. She clasped the nearest branch with shaky hands and heaved herself up; her feet gave her the necessary push as her hands sought out the nearest branches, up and up until she found a big enough branch to hold her weight.
"Well done." Maria flinched, her nerves forgotten; Connor was standing on a branch below her, and she had not noticed just how quick her ascent had been, and now here she was, and there he was. How was she to get down? The though of jumping from Connor's height had seemed daunting enough, this would be madness, surely!
And yet, as she looked down, Maria discovered something about herself she had never known before.
She was fearless.
She turned her back on her audience, let go, and she fell. It was not the most comfortable fall, but as she opened her eyes, her weight supported by the pile beneath her, a huge grin broke out across her face and she whooped.
Connor looked at her, proud, and waited until she got up before taking the jump himself.
"Next, we jump off from a cliff."
... Perhaps calling herself fearless had been premature.
*
"Wait for me!" Hunter called after them, as the boys continued to jump from tree to tree; it was Maria who jumped down.
"Hop on my back, little one."
Hunter was still very young, and Maria had been practicing her strength; with some effort, Hunter wound his tiny arms and legs around her, plastered to her back, and she started climbing back up the nearest tree, but made sure to keep to the lowest branches, just in case of accidents. Her cargo was important, and she could never face Prudence or Warren again if something happened to the little man.
The boys led the way; she could already see the ship in its dock through the gaps in the trees. As they neared their destination, she looked at the members of the crew making last minute preparations. A burst of excitement filled her and she hastened her pace, eager to get to the finish line. Hunter laughed, delighted at the new speed.
Finally, they made it to the beach. The instant her feet touched the ground, she heard an angry shout and she grimaced as her mother strode towards her.
Hunter had already climbed down by the time Ellen stood before the lot of them, fixing each of them with a disapproving look. All but Maria hung their heads in shame. "You boys are in big trouble. And as for you, daughter dearest..." She whacked Maria on the head and Maria put her hands up to shield her face. "You are supposed to be the responsible one." Then she sighed before pulling her daughter into a hug. "I worry about you."
"I do not mean to worry you."
They stood like that for a while, before Ellen pulled away and took her daughter by the hand as they made their way to Faulkner and Connor.
"You ready?" Connor was dressed in his captain's outfit and Maria wondered if she would ever get to wear something so grand. The hat, at least; she would steal one if she had to.
"As ready as I will ever be."
"Aye, the lass will prove herself. To be sure, she looks more than ready for our travels."
Maria turned to look back at her friends. "This is it, then." The boys were fighting back tears and she opened her arms to welcome them as they stumbled forward for one last hug. A moment later - or maybe it was a while later, but time was funny that way, you never could tell its passing when you wanted something to last - she ruffled their hairs and let them go, and then she crouched down to Hunter's level.
"With Connor and I gone, you will be the next in charge. Take care of my boys, and keep my mother company." Hunter nodded, looking more serious than any five-year-old had any right to be. They shook hands and Maria felt something pierce her chest. It would pass.
As the ship slid out to the sea, she looked back only once. She would see her friends and family again, in time. She looked at the familiar faces on the deck, and the captain at the helm, and thought - for the first time, but not the last - this is my family too.
It would be only five years later, that she would make the same trip by herself; and five years more, when she would purchase a ship to call her own.
FILL: The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (5/7)
(Anonymous) 2020-03-15 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)In which we say goodbye to Maria
*
The dim light of the sky painted its dominion into the palest shade of gray; the heavy snow blanketed every guest in attendance, even as they moved to keep warm. Lucy had no such inclination; she was more than content to keep still and watch those around her.
Besides her family, she saw Desmond and Clay, there was the barkeep and those other few faces she had seen there in his tavern, some of the ones she had seen in her grandmother's company from time to time, and more. There were men and women of all races that her uncle pretended he could not see, while her aunt greeted them, with a distant sort of air about her, as if they were old friends that one wishes to forget (but who were friends just the same). But most curious of all was the Native woman, who looked strangely familiar, yet Lucy could have sworn to have never laid eyes on her before. The woman would have stood out even if her coat had not been white, when black was preferred for occasions such as this. And that was the other thing; none of the guests that seemed to have had personal ties to Maria were wearing black. Instead they wore garments that ranged from the finest cuts and colors to military uniforms to, what she could only guess, something reserved for hunting or other such business.
The Native woman noticed her staring. Lucy could not say why she could not make herself look away, despite being caught, but she could not turn away from the woman's answering gaze.
The ceremony over, she stayed behind as the people started dispersing, leaving in small groups, splitting into two directions. One was back to the house, the other she could guess led into the tavern with the funny sign hanging outside.
"You wanted my attention."
Lucy wanted to answer and explain herself, but stopped as she took in the woman's features, so often described, suddenly understanding their meaning. Suddenly, she had to know.
"Do you know Connor?"
"Connor?" And suddenly there was laughter, as the woman regarded her with something akin to acceptance. "You are smart, as Maria said you would be. I am Connor's daughter. I will teach my name later, but first, might I suggest we take this conversation elsewhere?" She motioned towards the guests going in the direction leading away from her uncle and aunt's house. "Can your family spare you? I will escort you back, later."
The woman extended her hand and Lucy took hold of it; it was warm, even through the fabric of her gloves, and she let the tips of her fingers enjoy the respite from the bitter cold.
*
The name was a strange one, too strange to pronounce but Lucy gave it her best anyway. It seemed the woman had not expected a different outcome and offered her another name.
"It was my grandmother's name, for times when her real name proved too difficult." Then she told the grandmother's real name, and suddenly Ziio's real name seemed a far more sensible goal, if Lucy were to practice.
Lucy lapped at the hot cider the barkeep had presented her with, the temperature too much to drink by mouthfuls; too hasty, and her tongue would burn. Ziio watched her, amused.
Ziio seemed old, but not as old as Maria had been; two decades of difference between them, at the very least. Ziio's hair had a few gray streaks and some laugh lines at the corner of her eyes and mouth. Lucy was mesmerized. This must have been how Connor looked, too, once. It was an uncanny feeling to be in the presence of someone her mind had conjured up. But this was real, was it not?
Ziio told Lucy about how Maria had always been in her life from her birth, how even though they did not see each other that often, they were forever connected; years after Connor's death, Maria was still there to aid her and her brothers. She told her stories about Maria's travels - with other guests joining in from time to time to add their piece - ones Lucy had never heard before, about people Lucy would neither meet nor was she likely to forget. But the places - described with such vivid detail and devotion - those she would see with her own eyes eventually. This, she swore and Ziio hummed noncommittally. "No doubt you will try. Maria's blood flows through your veins, after all."
When Ziio returned Lucy, her aunt was there to greet them at the door, almost as if she had been expecting Ziio's presence. Ziio bid them farevell and Lucy's aunt watched her go with a haunted look in her eyes.
She turned to Lucy.
"When you are older, you will see Ziio again, if you wish. I am not your mother, but I am doing my best. I also know to keep you from this path would be folly. I only ask you keep Eleanor out of it."
That night as she lay on her pillow, Lucy's thoughts followed her into her dreams; a box with gloves and a leather book inside it laid hidden beneath her bed, waiting.
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Notes:
- Maria was not an Assassin, but more... Assassin-affiliated. (Kinda like the guy who visited and had tea with Achilles? His father was an Assassin, but he preferred to start a family and do his own thing.) So Maria passed on information, items and such. Or maybe she was a drug dealer. We may never know.
FILL: The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (6/7)
(Anonymous) 2020-03-15 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)In which Maria still provides inspiration
*
Eleanor had dropped her glove like usual - and it was from a set of her most favorite pair of gloves, too - only this time they were not in the presence of a future gentleman. The glove was picked up by one of the boys from the very gang Lucy had been training against. He seemed to have no knowledge of Lucy or Eleanor or their ties to his two rivals, which made his next act all the more deplorable.
"What's this then?" He sneered. "I know my sister's tricks and look, this proves it! All girls are the same." He shook the glove and a slew of taunts started pouring from his mouth. "Are you looking for a prince? Who would want an ugly thing like you? Are you always this desperate for attention? Look at all that snot!"
And now Eleanor was fighting back tears, her humiliation giving way to a flush of red that traveled from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, trying her hardest to take back her glove, but the boy kept dancing out of her reach, refusing to let go of his prize. She chased after his steps helplessly, but her smaller height did her no favors. "Give it back!"
Lucy wished to see no more, and so stepped to Eleanor's side and reached for the other glove, still clutched in Eleanor's white-knuckled grip. Eleanor was too distracted to stop the glove from being taken away, not quite understanding what was happening, and paused at what Lucy was doing. Once the boy was in reach again - momentarily disappointed to see Eleanor's attention being drawn elsewhere - Lucy smacked his face with it and stomped on his foot, to the boy's outraged cry.
"I challenge you to a duel!" She screamed.
*
The boy she had challenged flinched when Lucy glared at him from behind their snow fortress.
As the boy had declined a one-on-one duel - probably for the best, as the boy had nearly wet his pants - it was decided the matter would be settled during the snowball tournament. Desmond and Clay had been excited about this new incentive to win, and the other side agreed; the results from their battle would decide the winner. The losing team would have to perform one task; whatever the winning team decreed. A group of other boys had arrived to bear witness, now standing a good distance away so they would not be in the line of fire. The role of the judge, it had been decided, was given to the oldest boy of their neighborhood.
A dozen boys against their small group of three did not look very promising, but Desmond and Clay assured Lucy their combined skills and practice would prove victorious. Eleanor very much doubted their claim but to everyone's surprise, promised to join them. Now that she watched the scene before her, she looked reluctant.
"Come, Eleanor, we must rally," Lucy addressed her cousin. They were all taking positions now, waiting for the signal.
"For Maria!" She cried, followed by Desmond and Clay. Encouraged, Eleanor smiled as she followed it with the same war cry. "For Maria!"
And what else could they do, but win?
Re: FILL: The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (6/7)
(Anonymous) 2020-03-15 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)not Prologue *bangs head*
FILL: The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (7/7)
(Anonymous) 2020-03-15 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)In which Assassin Turkey strikes terror into the hearts of children
*
Maria and the boys were facing against a most formidable opponent as part of their training. Not many of his recruits had faced the foe without scratches, but Connor was secure in the knowledge nobody was in danger of suffering from too much damage.
Probably.
His pet was a peculiar one.
The task he had given was simple; get the bell from around the turkey's neck. One of the boys yelled as he jumped towards it, but the turkey was faster. It was always faster. Truth be told, the turkey could be more troublesome than Prudence and Warren's pigs.
Nobody really knew where it had come from, but Connor had a sneaking suspicion he might have been the cause; Connor was in the habit of petting and feeding any pets he came across, and a farmer in the neighboring town had bemoaned his missing turkey. There had been posters. The turkey refused to leave, however, and Connor was forced to keep silent (and avoid the farmer), unless he wanted to be accused of thievery.
All three children were now chasing after the turkey with all the valiancy they could muster, to terrible success as one by one they took a fall and the turkey gave each of them an angry peck, and Connor was struck with the sort of amusement he had not experienced since his childhood days spent with Kanen'tó:kon.
It was Maria who proved successful - to an extent. Incensed by the turkey's unwelcome pecking, she allowed the bird to poke at her, sacrificing her arm as her other hand sought purchase from its neck. She screamed in joy as she managed to untie the bell from its owner's neck, but the scream was such, the turkey became frantic and started attacking the children with new-found vigor. The bell was forgotten about as the children scrambled away.
Connor smiled, contemplating what task he would make the children perform next. Not for his amusement of course. Certainly not. It was all in the name of adventure.
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Notes:
- The original prompt asked for Homestead kids but this story features other characters rather heavily. Oops? Basically only chapters 3, 4 and epilogue fit the criteria, the rest is filler that I couldn't not write. Mea culpa.
Re: FILL: The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (7/7)
(Anonymous) 2020-04-11 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)So Kudos. AND THANK YOU AGAIN. There is something so satisfying about seeing a completed fic.
Re: FILL: The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (6/7)
(Anonymous) 2020-04-11 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)"For Maria!"
Man, rando onlookers gotta be so confused.
Capcha: If a person is called Charles, what is their name?
Apparently 'Lee' is not an acceptable answer.
Re: FILL: The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (4/7)
(Anonymous) 2020-04-11 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)Something pierced my chest, too.