Will to Survive Ch1 Tone by ChocoboGoddess, literature
Literature
Will to Survive Ch1 Tone
Venezia, 1495
Leonardo's mouth felt bruised, messy, but at that moment he did not care. He wanted more of that feeling, the softness and hardness and the nip of teeth on his lips and the rasp of Ezio's unshaven face, the fullness of that mouth and the ferocious desire that burned away any reticence either of them might once have had.
The kisses grew more intense, swift clashes of tongues and teeth that rubbed their lips raw. Leonardo closed his eyes, let his head loll back, bared his neck to Ezio. He could not hold in a sharp moan at the feeling of those teeth on his skin. He twisted his fingers into the billowing white sleeves of Ezio'
Bursa
1473
The other boys may have made fun of him, due to his lack of having a father. It wasn't something you talked about with others; in fact, his mother was often scorned for presumably carrying and giving birth to an illegitimate child. But six-year-old Yusuf Tazim knew he was a boy meant for greater things He often spent hours dreaming of the heroic adventures his father, whom he had never known, had undoubtedly experienced. And despite her few friends and neighbors strongly stressing otherwise, his mother, Ceren Tazim, encouraged these thoughts and ideas; these throes of imagination. She would often take her young son into her
Child
Ezio was lying on his bed, cooing at the infant before him. The child wasn't any older than a few months; his parents had both been his apprentices, but they both had died while on a mission together in Russia. Claudia had offered to take the child at first, but Ezio insisted on keeping the child as his own. The little thing's parents were dead because they had fought for their cause and the older assassin couldn't help but feel responsible for what had happened. Plus, the gurgling, giggling boy was a good baby and he didn't mind looking after him.
"You are definitely a strange baby, Aniello. You hardly ever cry, you seem to unde
The King wasnt looking at him: feh, fine. Malik didnt need that arrogant pricks approval anyway. Avoiding both eye and skin contact, Malik gingerly sat down on the chair beside Altair completely oblivious to him and destroying his eardrums with excessively loud and extremely annoying rap music and looked anxiously around him, trying to put names to faces and avoid being stared at simultaneously. It was harder than it sounded. Blushing, Malik sank down into his chair. He was absolutely convinced that karma was secretly making his life one enormous joke when the second, no, millisecond, his rucksack hit the table
Designs
"What is this?" Ezio demanded, holding onto Leonardo's wrist. He had come to his old friend with a design in mind, but when he had accidentally brushed against the artist's wrist and saw that he had flinched, he grew concerned. Immediately concerned, he lightly grabbed his friend's forearm and pulled up the cloth on his arm up to his elbow and Ezio couldn't believe his eyes when they connected with a scar, but it wasn't from a blade or any kind of weapon: it was burned flesh. Burned flesh that held the initials CB with a familiar symbol that was underneath it and it made Ezio's own flesh burn with anger. "Answer me, Leonardo! W
Caged Eagle
Ezio sat in his cell, his various wounds were still bleeding and he could feel an infection coming on. How long had he been in the darkness? A day? A week? A month? The last thing the master assassin could remember was that he had been waiting for Leonardo to show up, waiting patiently to see his artist again, but then he received a vicious blow to his head and he ended up blacking out from the hit. How he didn't hear his enemy approaching him, he would never know, but he knew for certain that it was one of the Borgia's men. For the first few hours of his captivity the Auditore tried to escape from his cell; he had tried
Calamities of Creed College by Hiita-hime, literature
Literature
Calamities of Creed College
MAAAAAAAAAAAAALIIIIIIIIK!
Wide chocolate brown eyes slipped into view as Malik clawed the duvet and blankets off in a post-nightmare panic and panted, lungs searing and chest heaving. It took seconds of affirmation that it was indeed his room and not some dilapidated Middle Eastern ruins where he had seen his dream-self bleed out into the dust and only then did his heart start to slow. His older brother Kadar stared at him, chefs hat set at a jaunty angle on his head and a cherry apron proclaiming Kiss the Chef tied around his front. Malik had to blink at the surreal situation.
What? the younger bru
Blue eyes grazed over the restaurant that the two of them were in, sighing softly as he awaited for the women to return. These women were an idea of the others who thought he needed to try and get out a little more. That, and to get laid. His friend was always the headstrong type who would rather spend his money on women and drinks rather than the normal things such as finding a place to live on his own or attending school. It was why the two of them shared an apartment, after all. They had been friends since grade school which was why he bothered dealing with the other for so long. But of course, there was another reason.
And it was that re
Gentleman (Connor x Reader) Part 1 by Dark-Assassin-Kat, literature
Literature
Gentleman (Connor x Reader) Part 1
Most women loved to knit, settle down one day, have a book club, or have tea.
Not you.
You loved nature, the outdoors, and especially to feeling of riding a horse through the forest. But, alas, your gender prevented you from doing so.
Naturally, you ran away from your life and decided to live in the great and vast outdoors.
You ran away a day ago and slept in a tree. It wasn't very comfy, but it was so much better than staying on the ground and risk being attacked by bears...or elks...or...wolves... You never threatened them, but they attack anyway. Crazy animals.
You grunted as you hopped off your tree. It wasn't very tall, just on a st