#ac3fanfic

Assassin’s Creed - Defiants is my ACIII/Rogue FanFiction novel set after the American Revolutionary War, available to read in English and Italian.

it took me a lot of work, historical and nautical studying, motivation, but most of all, a lot of “believe in myself” push to go and keep writing! ❤

Come sail with me in a great adventure, on black and white waters shaping a chessboard where opposites fight to prevail, through forests and oceans, snow and fire, smoke and mists, love and rage, fear and change, ice and gunpowder, myths and understandings...

If anyone wants to read my AC3/Rogue FF, just sent me a PM or comment down here, I’ll share my Google Drive private link so you can dowload the complete file. It will also soon be available on Wattpad, but I’m still working on it, as I still have as many issues as doubs on that platform -.-

Note: English is not my mother language, so forgive any grammatical error or mistake along the way, this Italian lass did her best! Also, it may sound not that “18th century-like” in English, as I can imitate 18th century Italian dialogues and linguistic manners, but in a foreign language it is way more difficult, so sorry in advance for that! 

With that said, I’m really looking forward to send it to many of you,

wishing you a happy reading and hoping you enjoy this journey!

So, don’t be shy and let me hear from you (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

And, from the bottom of my heart, Thank You if you do

Nemo chose the enchanting beauty of Liv Tyler as a faceclaim for my OC Mary Jennings... (OMG, I didn’t expect someone could imagine her being this beautiful! Thanks ❤)

If you didn’t yet, check out my FF and sail away for an engaging adventure with Connor, Shay and my OCs (Send me a PM or comment here, I’ll share my personal link to the novel!)

The Aquila, the Morrigan and the Ivory are waiting for you!

A few hours ago, near the hearth, he had finally revealed his true name when she had shily asked him; a sad name it was, tough and severe, just like his glances. Ratonhnhaké:ton was the true name he beared and yet it sounded sweet and impetuous to Mary's ears, bringing a tide to her heart. And though it was its meaning to steal her sleep that night; there was still so much she couldn't see behind his hazel eyes, so much his plump lips couldn't tell, so much his distant thoughts kept shut in his impenetrable mind. Mary tightened the blanket on her arms and shivered looking outside the window the snow covering woods and paths around the homestead; drawing little owls and moths wouldn't have been a sufficient solace this time, she felt an unpleasant sensation nestling inside of her: aloneness had to be its name, she thought, and she wondered how may it come to pass, for not even in the far English moorlands she had ever felt such a solitude. She had houses and ships from her father where she could always live and rest, lovely friends and people that had welcomed her joyfully at the homestead, but she knew... she longed for nothing more... nothing more than a place inside his heart, a place no one else could reach, just for her, among his sleepless nights and deepest thoughts, a place just like the one she sheltered him in hers.