asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6

Entry tags:

assassin's creed

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
Open

Sky World

≈ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

≈ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.

≈ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.

≈ The fill/request doesn't necessarily need to be smut.

≈ Don't flame, if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything.

≈ Have a question? Feel free to PM me.

≈ Last, but not least: HAVE FUN!

List of Kinks
Kink Meme Masterlist
New Kink Meme Masterlist
(Livejorunal) Archive
(Delicious.com) Archive
#2 (Livejournal) Archive
#2 (Delicious.com) Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive
#3 (Delicious.com) Archive <-- Currently active
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Fills Only
Discussion

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Chapter 5

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.

--------

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.

Prologue

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?

*Epilogue

not Prologue *bangs head*

Bonus

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.

--------

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.

I think that turkey is my favorite character in AC:III. I'm not the *original* prompter, but kids being kids is so soothing and I have enjoyed seeing this fill come together. Using Maria's flashbacks/stories as the device to string together several different incidents worked really well.

So Kudos. AND THANK YOU AGAIN. There is something so satisfying about seeing a completed fic.

OHMYGOD. My little comment has grown into adorable beauty. Also, shame on that rival gang. SHAME. They could have at least had the courtesy to cut their numbers to equal the triumvirate. I hope Lucy pastes that little snots face in the snow.

"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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6

FILL: The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (5/7)

FILL: The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (6/7)

Re: FILL: The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (6/7)

FILL: The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (7/7)

Re: FILL: The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (7/7)

Re: FILL: The Exploits of Maria, Adventurer Extraordinaire (6/7)