With You (Altair x Reader) Part 5Without thinking, you dove right into the water, cussing in a colorful language. You swam around, trying to find his body. You noticed a lot of white near the bottom, so you decended quickly. You found him, so you grabbed his waist and tried pulling him up. He was a little too heavy for you to carry, and you were running out of air! You grabbed him once more and pulled him up as hard as you possibly could.
Gasping for air, you set him down on the small shore of the river. You scooted near him to check his pulse, only to find nothing.
"Altair! Wake up!" You panicked. You remembered that Malik told you something about the resuscitation process. You nagged your brain, trying to remember how to do it. You remembered how and began. You started pumping his chest, muttering at him numbers and a series of 'Wake up, you drowner'.
When you still couldn't feel a pulse, you groaned. The last thing with this resuscitation thing, is to breath for him. How do you do that?
Put your mouth
Altair's Way of Romance (Altair x reader) Part 8Groggily opening your eyes, you scanned the room you were in with a blurred vision. You groaned at the piercing feeling you had on your throbbing head. Glancing around the now clear room, you realized you were in Malik and Kadar's room. You hastily tried getting up, but groaning at the spinning room.
"Wouldn't try that, if I were you." Malik said, scaring the day lights out of you. You carefully turned your head, finding him near his desk and toying with his hidden blade.
"What....what happened?" You asked, touching your bandaged head. It was pretty nicely done...none other than Malik's precise hands.
"You passed out. You hit your head pretty hard, that's why you have bandages...now stop touching them." He answered sternly. You quickly lowered your hands, not wanting to anger him.
"Altair brought you here-" He started, but you cut him off.
"He was here?!" You gasped.
"Who else brought you here?" He scoffed. You lowered your head in embarrassment.
My Turn To Be The Hero (Connor x Reader) Part 12"You really shouldn't go outside with Edward."
"Just look at him."
You turned your head to turn to said Assassin...
Currently, he was beating up a plank of wood with his fists. Your brow quirked.
"Why is he doing that?" You asked Achilles. He muttered.
"Still haven't found that blasted Lee. He's taking out his 'failure' on that plank." He explained. You sighed. Poor plank.
"Connor!" You shouted, catching his attention. He stopped punching and looked at you.
"Yes?" He asked, massaging his knuckles.
"We should draw Lee on the board." You replied, jogging over. He perked up.
"And Edward on the other side!" He smiled. Your brow twitched.
"Edward? The fisher?" You asked. Edward? Really...? You knew he hated him, sure, but you were sure the two of you weren't to slay innocents...
"Yes. Please. Can you paint?" He asked, grabbing your hands and inspecting them. You chuckled.
"Yes. I can paint." You smiled. His face brightened instantly, pulling you to the Homestead. You chuckl
Req. Lifetime to Change (Connor x Blind!Reader)Living with your older brother was hard. It really was. You had to depend on him for everything. Finding clothes, cooking, finding your room.
You were ashamed. Multiple times you heard his spouse complaining on why you were living in their house.
It wasn't your fault.
Wasn't your fault that you were blind...
You weren't born blind, no. As you grew up, you began to notice how your vision became blurry.
Frightened, you informed your parents and they had purchased some 'focals for you.
Courtesy from Ben Franklin.
Years passed as your vision grew fogger and fogger.
Eventually, you became blind.
"She has cataracts." The doctor said.
You cursed your inability.
Today, your brother was nice enough to raise his dog to help you around New York. You had a cane of course, but the dog was much more fun to use than your cane.
"Let's go girl." You called out, patting your legs. You listened for the dog's paws padding against the wooden floors. You had no idea what her name was, but you didn't r
It's a Date! (Desmond x Reader) Modern AUIt sucked being alone. Seriously. He knew very well.
"Dude, you need to get a girlfriend." His cousin complained, walking into his room and eyeing him tiredly.
"Shut the hell up Ezio." Desmond huffed, snapping his laptop shut. He grabbed it's case and carefully sliding the gray electronic object into the comfortable confinements. Ezio just rolled his eyes.
"No, really. All you do is mope around, sleep, eat, and watch YouTube videos. And occasionally join us for a run." Ezio sighed, walking out. His Converse squeaked against the tiled floors.
Desmond growled. "It's my house Ezio! Take your shoes off!"
He could hear grunts and muttered replies and the sound of shoes hitting the ground. His cousin had too many shoes... Desmond sighed.
Though Ezio's complaints were annoying, they were true.
He probably did need a girlfriend.
His older brother, Altair, was in an on-and-off relationship with this chick named Maria. She's a cool lady, a bit bossy, but his older brother liked her a
Req. Snow Angel's Hands (Malik x Reader)It was getting colder in Jerusalem. You helped Malik a lot now. Altair is now the Mentor of the Brotherhood and Malik has forgiven him. You assisted Malik is his work, delivering papers or simply helping him draw maps.
"Quite chilly today, hm?" You asked, hopping down from the grate. He simply hummed in response, sketching out another map you believed.
"What are you working on?" You asked, walking over to his desk. His head snapped up in alarm and he fumbled with the sheet of paper.
"Ah! Uh, nothing. Do not worry. It's just a personal map Altair needs." He coughed. You grinned.
"Sure. Whatever you say Malik." You smirked. He glared at you, but grinned softly. Ever since he forgave Altair, he began to loosen up and smile more. Your heart soared when it was directed to you. Or when he smiled in general.
"Oh hush, novice." He teased, placing his incense on the counter. You watched him sniff it in disgust.
"Ugh. It's old." He muttered, grabbing a new one. He walked into the other room, fin
Req. So...Are You Jealous? (Altair x Reader)"Why do I have to be here?!" Your friend yelled into your ear. You rolled your (e/c) eyes, shining with excitement.
"Because you're my best friend and since you're my best friend, you have to come here! Besides, I paid for your expensive ticket!" You screamed back.
You and your best friend were at a Nightwish concert, your favorite band. Your best friend absolutely hated them. You decided to not let your best friend's attitude to not let you down. You were, in fact, at your favorite band's concert!
The concert was about to begin. You have been saving up money for this moment! You have been saving money from your job and volunteer work around the city. You squealed when the lights dimmed. You had front row seats and these were not cheap. You heard you were supposed to have four more people sitting next to you.
"Hey, is this seat A3?" A voice yelled, poking your side. You turned slightly and saw a black haired man, rolling his eyes. Behind him was an energetic
Req. Love Can Last Forever? (Haytham x Reader)"Excuse me. Do you know this man? Or seen him before? He was seen running on rooftops." A redcoat rudely asked, knocking over your bag of food. You glared, but answered. Not in a nice way, either.
"No! I've never seen this man in my entire life!" You hissed, bending down to retrieve your things. You grumbled in annoyance as you stared at his shoes. You stood up again, only to meet his ridiculous face.
"Alright lady. Sorry to bother you." He huffed, turned around swiftly and walking away, asking another person. You rolled your eyes. They were easy to annoy. So were you...
"Why would you get in trouble for running on rooftops? I wouldn't mess with them. They have to pretty brave and string to get up there." You muttered, walking along the path to your small home.
To give it some detail, you lived in Boston, near the countywide of the area. It didn't have many stores for clothing, so you had to travel all the way to central Boston to get some cloth and supplies. You had a smal
Req. I'm the Teacher (Ezio x Reader)Humming softly, you made your outline of your inspiration. Today, you decided to sketch the park. It was the perfect day to do so, the trees blossoming in the spring, kids playing on the grass, and a woman and man dancing. A small band playing the violin. Perfect.
You were actually working under Leonardo da Vinci as a student. It had to be in secret though because according to the men, "Women have no talent in the art category, only in housework and chores."
You scoffed at the idea, fully knowing your skills, if you had any, was far greater than theirs.
"Do not listen to them (y/n). They do not know what they are talking about!"
You remembered what Leonardo said. You chuckled because he was always a positive man about art and architecture. A day couldn't go by without the man working or sketching something new, even though he had many painting requests.
You did recall one of the common customers. The Auditore family. Specifically Maria.
Lost Cause - Sherlock x Reader - Chapter FourteenHer hands were shaking as were Sherlock's. He brushed it off and told himself it was due to the cold not from fear. Their fingertips brushed together and Sherlock leaned forward ever so slightly under he was able to wrap his fingers around hers.
He pulled her forced - maybe with a little bit too much force - as she slammed into his chest and he sent himself toppling backwards and landing on the floor at John's feet.
He securely wrapped his hands around her as she lay her head to rest against his chest. Her head rise and fell with the sharp breaths he was taking in. Her breathing running at the same pace as his.
"Thank god you're okay." Sherlock whispered. He stroked her hair and lay a kiss atop of her head.
She clung onto him, her nails digging into the fabric of his jacket.
"Come on let's get her home before someone climbs up here." John pursed, laying a hand on her back and trying to pry them away from each other.
She let go of Sherlock and stood up with a helping hand from John. Her
Lost Cause - Sherlock x Reader - Chapter FifteenThe second and the third day passed after (Y/N)'s kidnapping. Life at Baker Street seemed to calm down a little.
No mysterious text messages, no kidnappings and no Mycroft stealing John away every chance he got which irritated Sherlock slightly.
"I know it was you that beat Oliver up." (Y/N) said, flicking through the pages of her book with ease. She had been reading The Scent of Death by Andrew Taylor for the past hour or so he had presumed.
It was a historical crime-fiction novel that had been sitting on her bookshelf for a while and she had never gotten around to reading it until now. All she had to say was that it was interesting and very historically accurate so far.
Sherlock smirked and sniggered. His hands were closed together in a sort of praying action, although everyone knew he wasn't praying unless you were completely unobservant.
"I only did what I had to, it's my-"
"It's not your duty to protect me Sherlock. And stop claiming that it's your duty, you're not some form of so
Lost Cause - Sherlock x Reader - Chapter TenThe apartment was quiet as (Y/N) lay in a ball on the couch sleeping in her tank top and (f/c) lounge pants and her fluffy blanket hugging her body.
It was some time in the morning but Sherlock didn't make a sound as he quietly sat in his usual chair, staring at the wall.
"Do you ever knock?" He said slowly, turning to look at the man standing in his doorway.
"Mrs Hudson let me in, and hello to you too Sherlock." The man smiled at him. He was wearing a fresh pressed suit and tie, a dark tie with small umbrellas printed on it and a black umbrella in his hand.
Sherlock rolled his eyes at the older man. "What do you want Mycroft?"
He sat down in John's usual chair with a heavy sigh. "You said you want my help didn't you? You got John to come over to me because of some mad man after this so called woman named (Y/N), who I assume is the one lying on your couch."
He used his umbrella to point at her sleeping form. Sherlock's eyes followed the general direction watching her body rise and fall
A bet for love [Rivaille/Levi x Reader]'Lets break up...'
These words kept repeating in your mind. Couldn't believe that your childhood friend/ex boyfriend broke up with you the day you were assigned to be in the Survey Corp.
You kept rolling the pen on the table with tears at the corners of your eyes.
"If I just stayed at the palace and didn't accept the work here, this wouldn't have happen..." You murmured to yourself. " oh.... My love..."
Then someone used a folder to hit your head hard, you quickly looked up and wanted to yell at that person who hit you. But it was the corporal.
"Sir???!!" You panicked and stood up to salute him.
He narrowed his eyes on you and put the folder on your desk.
"Do your work properly. Cadet." He snapped.
You nodded and sat down. As you opened the folder, you realised the corporal was still standing in front of your desk. You froze and didn't move because you felt the gaze of the corporal on you.
"If you think you refused the job here and the man you love would stay with you, you are wrong."
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 12You watched in silence as Tootles tended to the tiny campfire. His slim frame was bent over the crackling embers as his hands fanned the flames higher. The flames danced and grew under his skilled and practiced movements. The fire below him cast a warm orange glow all over the planes of his smooth pale skin. Your heart instantly began to ache for him. A boy his age should be in high school living with his parents and flirting with girls. He shouldn’t be starting fires, hunting for food, mourning murdered Indian Chiefs, or warring with deranged pirates. A boy his age’s only concerns should be homework or what he’s going to do on a Saturday night not where his next meal is going to come from or when he or his brothers will be attacked next. This was no life for a young teenage boy, especially one as gentle as Tootles.
Your mind brought you back to the first time you had seen him. He had shot you out of the sky nearly killing you if it hadn’t been for Peter.
Assassin Creed Chronicals Leonardo x reader-Mr.Da Vinci! - You poked the sleeping man, but he doesn’t wake up. Instead he turned his back towards you and continued his peaceful slumber. You signed, crossing your arms. It sure was mission impossible to wake Leonardo from his naps. You looked around the room, your eyes stopping on the buckets with paint as you come up with a brilliant idea-brilliant from your point of view anyway. You pick up one of the paintbrushes and dunk it in the black paint. Careful not to wake your mentor you kneeled next to the bed, running the tip of the brush above his upper lip. You repeated this movement the other way as well then expects your work. You place your hand on your mouth to muffle a laugher. Leonardo was looking ridiculous, but you continued to draw his face. Suddenly he shifted, his eyes slowly opening.
- (Your Name)? - He muttered your name, then his eyes fall on the brush in your hand. He touched his face. Traces of paint left on the tips of his fingers. You slowly stood up, backi
Nightmares (GerIta)"Nein..nien..n-nein." Tears welled up in ice-blue eyes, as they stared blankly at the corpse their body cradled.
"Italy...p-please..vake up" The person sobbed, shaking the corpse, whose dulled hazel eyes, stared up at nothing. Hearing the roar of machine gun fire, the man looked up, only to come face-to-face with the very machine that ended his lover’s life. Clutching Italy closer to his chest, the man watched calmly as the machine raised its weapon, and fired.
Eyes flying open, Germany jerked upright, clutching his chest as he panted heavily. Ice-blue eyes traveled around the room, the imprint of a bloody battlefield vanishing, as did the smell of rotting corpses, and gunpowder. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Germany viciously rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the tears escaping from his eyes.
"Ve~? Germany?" Thin arms wrapped around his waist, and Germany fell quite, his quite sobs rocking his chest. Head cocked in confusion, North Italy tugged the German back
Lost Cause - Sherlock x Reader - Chapter TwelveTick tock.
Those simple yet irritating words were racing through Sherlock's mind. He was furiously tapping his fingers on his side as he tried to figure out what was going on, where you were and where that low life Oliver was.
He had at least three hours now and had spent the last two racing around London, checking every dark place in the city, every corner but couldn't find her anywhere. He even Lestrade for help and his brainless force were searching all over the city.
"Panicking Sherlock isn't going to help us find her." John insisted. Sherlock had told him to shut up a few hours previous and John couldn't handle the silence.
"I'm not panicking!" Sherlock didn't mean to sound desperate. He didn't want John t notice he was panicking. He had to stay calm, for her, for John. She was his cousin after all.
"Just breathe Sherlock-"
"I am breathing I have been breathing for my entire life John don't tell me to do such a simple task."
John annoyingly sighed and threw his head back.
Lost Cause - Sherlock x Reader - Chapter ThirteenIt took them longer than they thought to arrive at Big Ben. And they were wasting such precious time.
Time, everything about this silly little thing had to do with time. And it was running out like sand in an hourglass.
Sherlock jumped out of the cab once it came to a reasonable speed in front of of British landmark. John grunted as he paid the cabbie and ran after the tall detective.
Sherlock spun around, people dodged him every chance the got and stared at him with his crazy searching eyes. He had to find a way to get into the building. The door was wide open but he knew it wasn't going to be easy.
It never was that easy.
"She-Sherlock.." John called on him. Sherlock stopped searching and returned to John.
He titled his head to question what the wanted. John was staring upwards, watching the tower. Sherlock moved next to him, trying to see what he was seeing.
It took him at least 5 seconds to witness it.
She was up there, on the roof. She was difficult to see fr