Assassin's Creed Christmas & New Years OneShots

Significant Greenery

Note: Holy shit I haven't posted in a long time, I can't even begin to apologize!

I actually had this written up around Christmas last year, but my computer crashed before I could get the bloody thing posted. Once I'd finally gotten my computer up and running again, it didn't exactly seem like the most appropriate time to be posting Christmas stories... I don't even think I could have pulled the Christmas in July thing. Any who.

That all said this may not be completely historically accurate as I'm not sure on when exactly Christmas trees were widespread throughout the North American colonies. I did do a little bit of looking into it, but I still can't say for sure. There's a damn good chance that the Homestead residences wouldn't have a clue as to what the hell a Christmas tree is, but ah what the hell. Tis the season to cram Christmas into every single thing, right? Right. It's still November. 

I'm pretty sure I also have a fic for Ezio started somewhere (although it likely needs a good deal of touching up) and I totally owe some lovely readers a Clay and Kidd fic here...

Another huge thanks to KenwayTheAnarchist who took the time to edit this when I'd written it a year ago because she's awesome.

Comments and feed back are always more than welcome! They're huge encouragement, and if nothing else, they'll help me improve my writing skills and hopefully help me get a little bit of my creative drive back...which has like... thrown itself off a cliff these days.

Another thing, just because I'm curious, do you guys prefer translations at the top of bottom of a fic?

Okay, that's all! I've taken up enough of your time! Take care, and happy reading!

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"Achilles, please?" The sounds of your begging and whining echoed throughout the halls of the homestead Manor.

"For the last time [Name], no," The elderly man– already fed up with your helpless pleading– had quickly snapped in return, "now stop that damned whining, it's incredibly unbecoming of you and is greatly beginning to wear on my nerves."

"But Achilles! It's just not the same without it!"

"I don't care; it'll do nothing but make a mess and have the house reeking of pine sap for weeks."

"So what if it does? I'm the one that does all of the cleaning around here, and the pine sap smells better than musty old house and grouchy old man! Besides, we're practically in the middle of the woods, everything smells like pine sap."

"I said no, [Name]. Now leave me be."

In defeat you'd let out a long, exaggerated groan. Crusty old fart.

This argument had been going on for what must have been weeks, around the time of the first snowfall of the season. Watching the fluffy white flakes as they'd danced their way down from the heavy clouds above had gotten you more than excited. It was your first Christmas at the homestead and in truth, your first real Christmas in a long time. It was because of that, that your mind was set. You damn well wanted a Christmas tree. You were nowhere near giving up that hope just yet, but with every passing day the chances you had at victory had significantly decreased.

"Why not, Achilles? Not even a small one? What harm would it do?" You continued to beg.

"Child, why are you so obsessed with the idea of keeping a dying tree in my home?"