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[legacy-queen]

It is so weird to me that people still find my fanfics even after not being on here for years… if you want to follow me on my « main » (I guess), it is @anxiety-on-wheels ! I don’t post that much more, but hey, new year, new me!

[legacy-queen]

Powder

Hi! Long time I haven't writen. This is a League of Legends fanfic. This story had been running around in my head for weeks now. It's full angst. A little out of character, but if it wasn't it wouldn't exactly fit.

As always, Gif is not mine and english is not my first language, so I'm sorry if anything doesn't sound right.

Synopsis: Vi is still trying to bring her little sister home. Caitlyn is ready to protect her at any cost.

Lenght: 896 words, apparently

The information was clear. They were in this very building. Like most of the places in the undercity, it was a miracle it was still standing. The two women exchanged a look. They had a deal. If She was there, the smallest one was to take care of it. For the redhead, it was clear. Her sister, no matter what she had done, there was still a way to help her. She was sick, there was nothing else to say.

The sniper, on the other hand, was worried. Her companion, in opposition with what she looked like, tended to have hope, even if there was no options left. Her life in the darkest of places was, after all, only tolerable as long as she had hope.

‘You worried Cupcake?’ asked the redhead, Vi. ‘In and out, then I’ll bring you to your favorite restaurant.’

‘You said that the last time, remember?’ answered Caitlyn, the sniper. ‘I am still waiting for you to act on your word.’

Indeed, the last time, and the couple of times before, Vi tended to not be in good shape to go to the restaurant, or anywhere really, except home. She was always holding back when facing her sister. She was afraid to be the end of her. It always backfired.

They entered the building, spliting up, like they always did. Caitlyn was trying to get a good viewpoint, while Vi was charging in. It didn’t take long before they found the people they were looking for. The blue headed girl and the man with the scar on his face were there, patiently facing the door which the redhead used to enter.

‘Silco, I swear, you’re a dead man.’ She said. ‘I am bringing Powder home and I am bringing you down.’

It was the first time he was there for a fight. He was usually sending his dogs to fight alongside Jinx. Caitlyn didn’t shoot him on sight though. Something wasn’t right. This man couldn’t hold a weapon. It was clearly a trap, but what was the end game? A full army? A bomb? She used her sight to look around. That’s when she saw it. Something was definitely wrong with Jinx. Well, more than usual. What had he done to her?

Jinx shot first, her shot ricocheting on Vi’s Gauntlet. The fight broke out. In this mayhem, Cait tried shoot Silco down. The thing is, he was good at hiding this asshole. He knew this place perfectly and must have guessed where she would place herself to get the best view possible. She ran after him. Vi wasn’t in any position to do it. She ran after him outside the building, until he disappeared in the streets.

That’s when it hit her. That was the trap. There was no bomb, no army, Silco was there as a bait, so Jinx could finally finish it with her sister. She ran back inside, not even losing time going upstairs. The moment she got in the room, there was smoke everywhere, and Vi. On one knee, trying to catch her breath and badly hurt. One of her gauntlet was missing, in a corner, unusable. Her other one was barely holding on. She was at Jinx’s mercy and she was saying her usual monologue. The same she was always saying when they were meeting.

‘I am sorry Powder. It’s all my fault. I can still help you. I know, I can still help you. Please, come back with me…’

In those times, it wasn’t to Jinx she was talking, she was talking to her little sister. What Vi didn’t understand though, was that the woman right in front of her, holding her gun to her head wasn’t her sister anymore. She had took it, the only thing that could prevent her from holding back. The only thing that was still letting a very little part of the young girl she was live on. She was a full on killing machine.

The dark haired woman couldn’t try it. If she was holding back in this exact moment, Vi would die. If she didn’t, there was a chance Vi would hate her for the rest of her life. At least, she would still be alive. Not thinking anymore and acting on instinct, Caitlyn brought her gun up, aimed and shot. It passed through the blue haired woman’s chest. A clean kill.

Vi raised her head up. She saw her sister on the floor, a pool of blood beginning to form around her. Her hair forming a heart. She got up with difficulties. Her girlfriend tried to help her, but she pushed her away. She was trembling, tired, out of breath, but mostly furious.

‘We had a deal. She wasn’t supposed to die. I was suppose to help her.’ She was almost screaming.

‘She was going to kill you. I didn’t have a-‘

‘We always have a choice!’ Then she continued lower, almost like a whisper. ‘Go… just, go.’

Expecting it, Cait left, while Vi was hugging the body of her sister. The sniper was only hoping that her partner, her lover, her girlfriend would, sooner than later come to understand that she did it to save her life.

[legacy-queen]

Some of you might not know it, but I am a proof-reader, for french books. (Also a magazine, but that’s my full time job).

I have read a lot of books written by men and I had read a lot of the stories of men writer who write quite poorly women characters, but I had never linked it all. I am sad to say the the book I am correcting right now is that exactly. To a point where I feel bad just reading the sentences.

I know the guy personally. He was a friend of mine. Was. He talks a lot about stuff he doesn’t understand. I live with the feeling that by reading a book/story, you visit the author’s mind. And I really don’t like what I am visiting with this book.

Please, men writers, stop sexualising women characters. Not all women are sexy « under their dress that perfectly hug their body ». Even with elves! Also, stop using sexist insults. Your main character hates a women, there are other ways to insult her than to say « shut up woman ».

I am sorry, I am just not feeling okay at all to correct this book. I feel like discovering that this guy is a hiden sexist and I am correcting his arguments to justify that women are inferior.

Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

[legacy-queen]

Text from a hidden location

[y/n],

How are you? Seeing you yesterday after so long made me realized that I have been missing you.

Even if, I am proud to see where you’re at. Your dream job, your dream house, even your dream dog. The thing is, I know you. You were smiling, but you weren’t happy. Yes, I have learned to see past the first impressions.

So what do you think about going for a tea, tomorrow? I could come pick you up at 10? We could spend the day together!

Shaun

(As always, gif’s not mine)

[legacy-queen]

Letter from the colonies

My dear,

In hope everything is going well in England. As you may know, I have been working on my mission for sometime now. Even if not everything is settled, I should be able to welcome you soon enough in the colonies. When you’ll get here, don’t worry. The people here might seem like uncivilised, but I’m sure you’ll grow found of them. After all, that’s what happened to me, surprisingly.

I can’t wait for you to get here. I have been missing you. Your beautiful eyes, your soft lips, your strenght, your voice and your ferocity. I see your face in every dream. I smell your perfume with every flower I pass by. My longing for you haunts me every moment I am awake.

Please dear [y/n], don’t make me wait much longer,

Haytham Kenway

As always, gif’s not mine

[legacy-queen]

Letter from Florence

Ciao mi amore,

It’s been a long time since we last talked. I hope life has been treating you well. As times passes, I realise I owe you some explaining.

You were oh so dear to me during our younger years. Even though I only realise now that my fooling around must have hurt you, more than I ever expected. If things had happened differently, maybe we could have spent many wonderful years together and I would have the privilege of calling you my wife.

I imagine, by now, that you have been married for many years to a real gentleman. Just know, should you ever need help, you can always count on me.

Truly yours,

Ezio

As always, the gif is not mine.

[legacy-queen]

La bohème

Hey! Here is alittle story from the top of my head, with our favorite french assassin, Arno, in a modern AU, based on this song: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVfnEyLOkrM )

So here is a little cute something.

Also, I know I skipped some lyrics, but it made more sense in the story.

When you heard the first notes on the piano, you recognized the song. You made the mistake once of telling your boyfriend that you liked this kind of music and now, he was playing every opportunity that he had, because he knew, you would accept to dance with him. You stopped correcting the homework that was in front of you and you turned around to see Arno, standing behind you, offering you his hand.

-M’accorderiez-vous cette danse?

Urgh,  he was so cute when he was acting like such a gentleman. You took his hand and stood from your chair.

Je vous parle d'un temps Que les moins de vingt ans Ne peuvent pas connaître

His hand was quickly on your waist, while his other one was holding yours. Both of you started taking small steps to get in the middle of the living room. You, still in your pyjamas, him in a simple jean and t-shirt.

Montmartre en ce temps-là Accrochait ses lilas Jusque sous nos fenêtres

He started giving you small kisses, first on the top of your head, then lower, until he got to your lips, where he stole one single kiss. Both of you slowly got closer, as the steps became simple balancing, from one feet to another.

Et si l'humble garni Qui nous servait de nid Ne payait pas de mine

His arms around you made you feel safe. Safe from the world, safe from everything. His job was a difficult one, at least you imagined. He was an assassin. You weren’t, but seing him, sometimes, come back with bruises all over his body, made you worry so much for him. As if he heard your thoughts, he kissed you on the cheek before singing along to Charles Aznavour:

La bohème, la bohème Ça voulait dire On est heureux

-You are a great singer, you said with a smile.

His soft chuckle made you want to close your eyes, to enjoy this simple moment. With his life as an assassin and your as a teacher, those times were quite rare. Often, he was out at night, while you were spending the day at school.

Dans les cafés voisins Nous étions quelques-uns Qui attendions la gloire

You took a deep breath. Your boyfriend was smelling a mix between old books, cleaned clothes and wine. It was afternoon after all, and he had said he was taking care of the supper. Cooking was always an opportunity for him to take a glass or two of wine, while putting the rest of the bottle in whatever he was cooking. Since he was cooking for an army, it wasn’t so bad. Not that you were expecting anyone to show up.

Souvent il m'arrivait Devant mon chevalet De passer des nuits blanches

You raised your head to look at Arno in the eyes, while putting your arms around his neck. He smiled.

-Tout va bien?

It was your turn to smile, your hands playing in his hair.

-Merci

He took some times to understand what you meant. He didn’t think it was unsual for the both of you to dance this way. Even though, he usually had something really important to tell you while dancing. Things like the fact he needed to go on missions for a couple of days. Actually, this time, he had seen you working all day long. Not even stopping to eat something for diner. He had recognised all the little things you did when you were stressed. He also knew the chair in which you were sitting to work wasn’t the most comfortable.

Épuisés mais ravis Fallait-il que l'on s'aime Et qu'on aime la vie

He made you spin slowly, before bringing you close to him again, his hands on your hips, your arms around his back. You danced this way for sometimes, just looking each other in the eyes, forgetting everything. War, stress, conflicts, the people walking down the street of Paris, living their busy life. You kissed him, passionately. You were so lucky.

En haut d'un escalier Je cherche l'atelier Dont plus rien ne subsiste

Contrary to the song, both of you were still in love after years. You weren’t artists, but your boyfriend was one of the most romantic person you had met. He was living life to the fullest and feeling emotions in the deepest of his self. When you two had met, you were slowly retaking your life in your own hands, after losing grip of everything dear to you. He was there when you needed him, but understood when you needed to be alone, to make your own things. His patience, not so sadly, came to an end and he had asked you to come live with him. It had been a year now and he was still respecting your bounderies, the same way you were respecting his. You had learned to live with the best and the worst in him, the same way he did with you. When you were fighting, it was ugly, but you were both able to say and to hear everything the other person had on their mind. Some time, a walk was all both of you needed to cool down and you would meet again in your little appartment, each one with the take out food the other loved and the night would end up in laughs and hugs in front of a good movie.

La bohème, la bohème Ça ne veut plus rien dire du tout.

[legacy-queen]

Letter from London

Dear [y/n],

I am sorry for being silent for so long. I know going away the way I did must have felt like treason to you but I needed to go to London for a very important mission. I just hope you will pardon me. I also wish, if you’d like, for you to come see me here, in London. This city is beautiful, especially since the templars are gone. I want you to meet my Rooks. You will see, they are some of the best people in this city. I also know that even if she won’t say it, Evie misses her best friend. So what do you say? Jump on the next train, I will be wainting for you at King’s Cross and I will show you around.

I miss you so much

Jacob Frye

[legacy-queen]

First post

Hi! Welcome on my Tumblr. I have been trying to get some times to make myself my own tumblr and I finally did it!

English is not my first langage (I’m a french speaking Canadian). So, I decided to make this thing for a couple of reasons. First, I want my english to get better. Second, I love writing, but I never finish my stories, so this is the perfect opportunity to write short stories. Third, I always wanted to try my hand at fanfictions, so yeah, another Tumblr full of fanfics.

Hope you’ll like it as much as I do!