Post by Cyras on Jan 15, 2012 19:56:48 GMT -5
OOC: I rarely post 1-20 page short stories. My fan fictions run between 50,000-100,000 words when I am done with them. Most of them span "books" such as a witcher fan fiction that I am writing. So, this thread will rarely be updated.
I thought I would share with you some of my better 1 shot fan fictions.
One Sexy Man, Ezio Auditore
OOC: This story came about when my husband and I were joking around about the narcissism that Ezio must have. It is not meant to be a serious piece. Think of it as satire. Beside canon characters, Cyras appears in it, also. She is the star of my AC fan fiction "Deception".
IC:
She walked into the hideout on Tiber Island, feeling the warmth of the inner sanctum surround her. While she had been demoted for her own foolishness, there was a boon to her loss of rank. Now, Cyras was Ezio's apprentice. The irony of the situation was not loss on her, however.
Smoke blanketed the air, bathing the few initiates in its hazy cocoon. On the wind, she could smell the pungent, sweet smell of hashish. She could see two novices sharing a wooden pipe and passing a long wooden dowel to each other. As they lit the ebony paste-like substance, their eyes gleamed in the darkness like raptor eyes.
"Cyras," one of them, the slimmer female of the group, called to her. A cloud of ivory smoke enveloped the other woman's head and rose to the ornate ceiling.
Nodding her head slightly to the other female novice, Cyras continued on her way. She was not there to socialize. If it was any other time than the present, she would have stopped and smoked with them. Instead, she knew where she needed to be. Her master had tasked her with an assignment and requested her presence when it was completed.
The sides of her mouth lifted in a grin. She was not completely humorless. There was a time in her life where she thought Ezio would never pass her in rank. Just the idea of answering to Ezio was enough o make her smile.
As she walked pass the great hall, the smell of fresh baked bread overcame her. Her stomach growled with the anticipation of a good meal. It would be awhile before she would eat. Perhaps, Ezio would take supper with her if he did not partake in dinner already. She smiled more, thinking how much she would like that.
Unfortunately, it would be quite some time before she would get to eat. He would have another The coin purse attached to her belt clinked together with each soft footstep. Her boot-heels rang hollowly on the marble flooring.
She entered the lengthy, dark hallway. The sulfuric aroma of candles penetrated her eyes. Her bright gaze blurred as her footsteps echoed eerily behind her. Despite living in Roma for a few weeks, the intense sour stink of the candles always affected her vision. Cyras hated it, but she would gladly bare it.
Sighing, she reached the door she was looking for. She looked up and studied it intensely. The mahogany wood swept in carved designs. Various birds of prey cried out in endless silence on the edges of the huge door. Ezio's room was one of the best chambers in their quaint hideout on Tiber Island.
Again, she smiled. She preferred to stay in Ezio's room than with the other novices. Cyras considered herself above the new recruits in both personality and skill. She could be slightly egotistical when she wished it. However, she wondered if it was egotistical if it was true?
The other side to staying in Ezio's room with him was that he offered willingly. Ezio was known for his somberness. It was something that she had come to admire in the man. He was one of the only people she could count on to give her an honest opinion.
His room reflected his very personality. In contrast with the novice chambers, Ezio's reflected the solitude of an assassin's life. She would often come there to get away from the noise and chatter of the others. It was the silence and peace that she craved.
Opening the door, she mused how she did not even knock anymore. Cyras and Ezio knew each other for over twenty years. They had developed a sense of comfort that most couples saw in the long years after being together. Ezio had been there for her every time she had need of him. Almost every time, she reminded herself, bitterly.
Cyras reached down and placed her hand over her stomach. The sense of loss overcame her sharply. It overwhelmed the woman in its intensity. She had thought she was over the painful emotion and her lover's betrayal. Dread and anger crept over her.
Like a dog shaking off water, she shook off the old memories. She could not hold Ezio's actions against him forever. He had done his penance for his actions a few years prior. He would never abandoned her again. The assassin swore to her. Cyras believed him.
"You are one sexy man, Ezio Auditore," she heard a voice murmur.
She stopped in her tracks. For a moment, she was not sure what she saw. A part of her hoped that she was in a nightmare. Another part of her knew she was not.
"No wonder all the women want you," Ezio continued. He lifted his arm and brushed his hand lightly over his muscular abs.
"And this is the man that I wish to be il mentore (the Mentor)," she murmured to herself. Closing her eyes, she wondered if she was seeing things. She had to be. Ezio would not be standing before a mirror and admiring himself as she thought he was. Raising her hand to the bridge of her nose, she pinched.
A swift wind came from the open window, ruffling her blonde hair. The light mass whipped against her face, stinging her cheeks.
She opened her eyes and gazed at the strange man again. Cyras did not recognized the naked man before her. How could she? "What?" she asked, curiously. "What are you doing?"
He stopped the impassioned rubbing of his stomach and locked his dark gaze with hers in the mirror. Redness crawled across his cheeks, turning his olive complexion darker. It was slightly cute in a morbid way.
For one agonizing moment, both of them stood still. She was privy to a private moment that she had no desire to witness.
"I was checking myself for bruises," he spoke, suddenly. It amazed her at how he could be calm after she caught him doing whatever he was doing. Of course, she would not let him get away with it.
"Oh?" she chuckled. She could not help herself. Laugh after laugh erupted from her. Cyras did not mean to laugh at him. Yet, he looked so absurd standing before the antique, full length mirror. After the day that she had, she could see the humor in the situation. No one but her saw this side of Ezio. Even with her, it was a rare glimpse into a very special soul. "Your bruises think you are a sexy man?"
"Cosa? (What?)" he asked. he did not think that the man could become anymore uncomfortable. Cyras had him exactly where she wanted him. Because of her love for Ezio, she let the charade that Machiavelli orchestrated with her demotion. The woman did not want conflict within the brotherhood. However, it was too strange of a sight to just ignore.
"What were you doing?"
"That's brotherhood secrets," he managed to get out. He turned from the mirror looking at her. Slowly, a wiry grin spread across his face.
"I'm part of the Brotherhood, Ezio."
"You are not high enough rank to learn those secrets," he continued, lecturing her. It was still a funny sight to behold. The Master Assassin Ezio Auditore da Firenze was quick on his feet. As with her, he had a natural ability.
"I think I learned those secrets many years ago," she whispered, planting herself on his bed.
"Nevermind that," he stumbled, muttering in his uneasiness. "Did you accomplish what you set out too?"
"450 florins," she said. She unhooked the pouch of coin and threw it at him. "When are you going to make these tasks challenging?"
I thought I would share with you some of my better 1 shot fan fictions.
One Sexy Man, Ezio Auditore
OOC: This story came about when my husband and I were joking around about the narcissism that Ezio must have. It is not meant to be a serious piece. Think of it as satire. Beside canon characters, Cyras appears in it, also. She is the star of my AC fan fiction "Deception".
IC:
She walked into the hideout on Tiber Island, feeling the warmth of the inner sanctum surround her. While she had been demoted for her own foolishness, there was a boon to her loss of rank. Now, Cyras was Ezio's apprentice. The irony of the situation was not loss on her, however.
Smoke blanketed the air, bathing the few initiates in its hazy cocoon. On the wind, she could smell the pungent, sweet smell of hashish. She could see two novices sharing a wooden pipe and passing a long wooden dowel to each other. As they lit the ebony paste-like substance, their eyes gleamed in the darkness like raptor eyes.
"Cyras," one of them, the slimmer female of the group, called to her. A cloud of ivory smoke enveloped the other woman's head and rose to the ornate ceiling.
Nodding her head slightly to the other female novice, Cyras continued on her way. She was not there to socialize. If it was any other time than the present, she would have stopped and smoked with them. Instead, she knew where she needed to be. Her master had tasked her with an assignment and requested her presence when it was completed.
The sides of her mouth lifted in a grin. She was not completely humorless. There was a time in her life where she thought Ezio would never pass her in rank. Just the idea of answering to Ezio was enough o make her smile.
As she walked pass the great hall, the smell of fresh baked bread overcame her. Her stomach growled with the anticipation of a good meal. It would be awhile before she would eat. Perhaps, Ezio would take supper with her if he did not partake in dinner already. She smiled more, thinking how much she would like that.
Unfortunately, it would be quite some time before she would get to eat. He would have another The coin purse attached to her belt clinked together with each soft footstep. Her boot-heels rang hollowly on the marble flooring.
She entered the lengthy, dark hallway. The sulfuric aroma of candles penetrated her eyes. Her bright gaze blurred as her footsteps echoed eerily behind her. Despite living in Roma for a few weeks, the intense sour stink of the candles always affected her vision. Cyras hated it, but she would gladly bare it.
Sighing, she reached the door she was looking for. She looked up and studied it intensely. The mahogany wood swept in carved designs. Various birds of prey cried out in endless silence on the edges of the huge door. Ezio's room was one of the best chambers in their quaint hideout on Tiber Island.
Again, she smiled. She preferred to stay in Ezio's room than with the other novices. Cyras considered herself above the new recruits in both personality and skill. She could be slightly egotistical when she wished it. However, she wondered if it was egotistical if it was true?
The other side to staying in Ezio's room with him was that he offered willingly. Ezio was known for his somberness. It was something that she had come to admire in the man. He was one of the only people she could count on to give her an honest opinion.
His room reflected his very personality. In contrast with the novice chambers, Ezio's reflected the solitude of an assassin's life. She would often come there to get away from the noise and chatter of the others. It was the silence and peace that she craved.
Opening the door, she mused how she did not even knock anymore. Cyras and Ezio knew each other for over twenty years. They had developed a sense of comfort that most couples saw in the long years after being together. Ezio had been there for her every time she had need of him. Almost every time, she reminded herself, bitterly.
Cyras reached down and placed her hand over her stomach. The sense of loss overcame her sharply. It overwhelmed the woman in its intensity. She had thought she was over the painful emotion and her lover's betrayal. Dread and anger crept over her.
Like a dog shaking off water, she shook off the old memories. She could not hold Ezio's actions against him forever. He had done his penance for his actions a few years prior. He would never abandoned her again. The assassin swore to her. Cyras believed him.
"You are one sexy man, Ezio Auditore," she heard a voice murmur.
She stopped in her tracks. For a moment, she was not sure what she saw. A part of her hoped that she was in a nightmare. Another part of her knew she was not.
"No wonder all the women want you," Ezio continued. He lifted his arm and brushed his hand lightly over his muscular abs.
"And this is the man that I wish to be il mentore (the Mentor)," she murmured to herself. Closing her eyes, she wondered if she was seeing things. She had to be. Ezio would not be standing before a mirror and admiring himself as she thought he was. Raising her hand to the bridge of her nose, she pinched.
A swift wind came from the open window, ruffling her blonde hair. The light mass whipped against her face, stinging her cheeks.
She opened her eyes and gazed at the strange man again. Cyras did not recognized the naked man before her. How could she? "What?" she asked, curiously. "What are you doing?"
He stopped the impassioned rubbing of his stomach and locked his dark gaze with hers in the mirror. Redness crawled across his cheeks, turning his olive complexion darker. It was slightly cute in a morbid way.
For one agonizing moment, both of them stood still. She was privy to a private moment that she had no desire to witness.
"I was checking myself for bruises," he spoke, suddenly. It amazed her at how he could be calm after she caught him doing whatever he was doing. Of course, she would not let him get away with it.
"Oh?" she chuckled. She could not help herself. Laugh after laugh erupted from her. Cyras did not mean to laugh at him. Yet, he looked so absurd standing before the antique, full length mirror. After the day that she had, she could see the humor in the situation. No one but her saw this side of Ezio. Even with her, it was a rare glimpse into a very special soul. "Your bruises think you are a sexy man?"
"Cosa? (What?)" he asked. he did not think that the man could become anymore uncomfortable. Cyras had him exactly where she wanted him. Because of her love for Ezio, she let the charade that Machiavelli orchestrated with her demotion. The woman did not want conflict within the brotherhood. However, it was too strange of a sight to just ignore.
"What were you doing?"
"That's brotherhood secrets," he managed to get out. He turned from the mirror looking at her. Slowly, a wiry grin spread across his face.
"I'm part of the Brotherhood, Ezio."
"You are not high enough rank to learn those secrets," he continued, lecturing her. It was still a funny sight to behold. The Master Assassin Ezio Auditore da Firenze was quick on his feet. As with her, he had a natural ability.
"I think I learned those secrets many years ago," she whispered, planting herself on his bed.
"Nevermind that," he stumbled, muttering in his uneasiness. "Did you accomplish what you set out too?"
"450 florins," she said. She unhooked the pouch of coin and threw it at him. "When are you going to make these tasks challenging?"