Assassin's Creed Oneshot Series

by ZeFandomKat

This is a series of different Assassin's Creed oneshots. Most of the stories will feature Desmond Miles/Connor Kenway, although if you have any requests feel free to leave them and I'll see what I can do. Characters include: Desmond, Connor, Haytham, Aveline, Shay, Edward, Ezio, Altair, Achilles, Rebecca, Shaun, and William Miles. I might add more characters as I go.

2. Chapter 2

Perhaps I should wait a little longer before updating this, save a little work for later or something, but honestly I've been churning these oneshots out like crazy lately and I want to get them on here as soon as I can.

This chapter is unrelated to the last one.

Also, sorry that these first two are so short, their length depends on the prompt I get and how much I can do with them before I start rambling or have no idea what I'm doing.

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Desmond panted with exertion, blocking another blow from the guard in front of him before he retaliated with his hidden blade. Even as the man went down gurgling, however, another guard stepped up to take his place, raising his heavy baton for an attack on Desmond. Behind him, Desmond could hear and feel Connor grunt as a blow managed to hit him before he silenced the perpetrator forever. Sweat dripping down his face, Desmond knew even as both assassins continued to fight that they wouldn't be able to hold this up for much longer. Fatigue dragged heavily at Desmond's limbs, and he knew that Connor was experiencing the same thing. Hopefully either their enemies would run out or their reinforcements would arrive soon, otherwise the two men were doomed.

Just as Desmond was about to collapse from exhaustion, managing to stay on his two feet by leaning against Connor, help arrived in the form of six additional people, all wielding weapons and shouting angrily at Desmond and Connor's foes. Between all of their combined effort, the last guard fell in front of Aveline, and she nodded grimly to the others to show that it was done. Desmond sagged in relief and let out a weary sigh, resting all of his weight against Connor at last. Said man wrapped an arm around Desmond, obviously too exhausted to care about his usual personal boundary rules. As the group of friends made their way out of the building, Desmond allowed a small smile to grace his face. They had gotten what they'd come for, and everyone even managed to survive. In their book, this counted as a good day. 'Yeah,' Desmond thought to himself as he rested on Connor's legs in the back of the van, Connor's fingers dragging slowly through his hair. 'This definitely wasn't the worst day ever.'

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End of this one everyone. Thank you for reading, and I hope you have a lovely day/evening.