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When You Get Injured

Altair Ibn-La'Ahad

They were on a mission together, all stealthy and such - Everything going perfectly well, since they were known to be the Power Duo of the Masyaf Brotherhood, never failing to complete a mission with 100% success rate- that is until today.

The girl was lying in wait on a taller building, ready to strike down any potential foe that could ruin Altair’s path of stealthiness, like a lioness in the tall grass, but what she didn’t know was that danger was lurking right behind her.

Before she could phantom what was happening, someone from behind her put her arm around her neck, choking her until she slowly lost consciousness, not able to fight back the filthy Templars surrounding her.

As Altair got the job done, he went to the meet point, waiting anxiously to see his lover safe and sound, to celebrate with a nice dessert and a hookah, but this time, instead of being met with her grin and gorgeous sparkling eyes, he only found a broken bow - Her broken bow, the one he gifted her on her birthday, which she craved with their initials - now lay on the ground.

Rage filled him, but if there was one thing he learnt from his mistakes and his time spent together with his lover, the one who could show him that it’s normal to have emotions and to care for others, was that he needed a well-thought plan and to not succumb to the darkness and recklessness, as he usually did.

He met with his most trusted friend, Malik, and made up a rescue plan - Quick and Stealthy - As to not target any more attention towards the Brotherhood.

They tracked her down, thanks to Al’Sayf’s information-gathering assassins and went to the secret base they kept her at, a place not well known and hidden away from the public eye, and saw her there, bound by her wrists with rope that dug harshly into her skin, her head hanging down, panting in desperation, trying to block the pain from the continuous whip lashes, drawing blood and grunts with each strike.

The Templars just wouldn’t stop asking for information about the Brotherhood, but no, she was strong, Altair knew it, but his heart felt like someone was stomping on it with each of her cries of agony, barely able to contain himself.

Thankfully, the enemies soon went away for other tasks and left the girl to suffer in silence, only her soft curses echoing in the room, which was the perfect time for the two assassins to get out of their hiding spot and save the girl.

Malik staid as a lookout whilst Altair cut the ropes and caught his S/O in his strong arms, picking her bridal style and kissing her forehead, whispering in her ear how everything’s going to be okay and that she’s safe now.

The girl could only muster a small smile before closing her eyes and relaxing in his warm embrace, knowing that she’s going back home, finally.

Back at the Jerusalem Bureau, Malik made sure they had everything they needed in their room and left them alone, attending official business, whilst Altair was helping dress the girl’s wounds, yet somehow, he was more silent than usual.

“Altair...? What’s the matter...? You’re even more quiet than usual.” she asked softly, stealing a look at him. He still wore his hood, not allowing any expression on his face.

“I’m fine.” he muttered, on a harsher tone than he wished for.

“I’m...Sorry. I should have sensed them approaching. It was my fault the mission was a failure. I will take full responsibility in front of Al Mualim.” she whispered, looking at the ground, like a kicked puppy.

“The mission was a success. I took care of that...” he replied, monotonously.

“Then...Why are you upset, Altair...? If the mission was a success, there is nothing to worry abo-” she tried to reason, not liking having her beloved angry at her, but she was cut off by the man looking directly in her eyes, making her glance back at him worriedly.

“You were captured, S/O. You were captured by the enemy and tortured, while you were on a mission with me. I was supposed to keep you safe, not let you die. If you were to die as well...” he began, but stopped mid-way, at a loss of words, seeing small droplets threaten to escape her eyes, one even straying and making a path down her pale, scratched cheek.

“We’re assassins, Altair. We knew what we got ourselves into from the very beginning a-and...I mean...We’re both alive, right?! A-At least that...!” she tried to reason, not understanding that the reason for his silence was his concern for her well-being, but raw emotions are difficult to show when you were taught to be devoid of any feeling.

“And what if you died?! What if I and Malik weren’t there to save you?! What would I have done?!” he raised his voice, trying to prove a point, but he was silenced by the girl taking off his hood and kissing him softly, caressing his face tenderly.

“I’m not dead, okay, Altair? I’m not going anywhere, any time soon, so please, calm down. Today is a day only for us. I am here, and so are you. So please, forget your worries and stay with me...” the girl held his hands tightly urging him to lay down with her on the bed, to which, rather stiff, he indulged, after taking off his gear, holding her close to his chest, making sure she won’t disappear anywhere.

She was the one person he held dearest and most precious to his heart and after so much hardship and heartbreak, she was the light of hope that helped him get out of the abyssal darkness that he was drowning into.

He got a glimpse at what life would be without her, seeing her in pain, tortured by the enemy, and he swore that he’d do anything in his power, and more, to ensure that she lives a happy life, even if that meant sacrificing himself.

She was the most important being in his world and he was never going to fail her again.

MALIK AL’SAYF

Ever since he lost his arm, Malik’s paramour has tried her best to be extra careful with him, giving up her job as a field-assassin in favour of the healing one, so she could stay around him as much as possible, making sure he’s okay...

Or, as okay a person who lost both his arm and his little brother could be, that is.

It was a warm Spring day, characteristically beautiful, which made the girl convince her beloved Malik to take a walk outside with her, in an attempt to make him temporarily forget about his sorrows and darkness.

She clinged on his arm, smiling brightly at him, chatting randomly, trying to cheer him up as they walked around the city, looking around the many market stalls and admiring the pieces of art displayed.

This didn’t last long, however, because Malik’s wound started bleeding through the bandaged, which was a clear sign that they needed to be changed - The only problem was that the girl ran out of medicinal herbs and ointment much faster than she expected, so she took her shawl off and wrapped it neatly around his wound, telling him to wait for her until she quickly gathers the plants needed.

Kissing his nose and giggling, she winked at him and ran towards the water where she knew the needed plants grew and started collecting them, putting them in her pockets. She was almost done with the gathering, until she heard some very noisy people approaching her, which only meant trouble -

Templars.

Of course, she was dressed as a civilian, but her hair wasn’t covered, having given her shawl to her lover, and her beauty always attracted unwanted stares, especially from such savages.

She drew back slowly and wearily, eyeing them carefully, until she stepped into the water and realised she had no way to escape by running or fighting all of them at once.

“What is it that you want? I’m merely gathering herbs for my husband’s injury! Don’t you have some assassins to kill?” she asked in a stern voice, earning the laughter of the men looking down at her.

“Feisty one, ain’t she? Pretty lil’ thing at that too. You a foreigner, missy? You look exotic.” they mocked her, which made her eye twitch in annoyance. Out of all the things that could have happened, THIS did.

“Where I was born is none of your business! Now let me through, my husband needs me!” she pleaded, aggravated by the whole situation and by Malik’s obviously worsening condition, only to be met by a blade at her throat, which made her gulp, worriedly.

“Now, wench, why don’t you shut up and come with us? Clearly, we need your aid more than your incapacitated husband does, ‘aight? So many of us are much more worth your time!” the leader, as it seemed, laughed and tried to approach the girl, but she used a dagger from her sleeve to parry the blade at her throat, then impaled the leader’s own throat, pushing his body into the others and stealing his blade and getting into a defensive stance, biting her lip.

Statistically speaking, she had no chance, but at least she wasn’t near a dead-end anymore so she could try to out-run them.

That, however, wasn’t such a good idea since getting unwanted attention in the middle of the city could only do bad instead of good, so she decided to stand her ground - It was in her Creed, after all.

The brutes started attacking her, insulting her for daring to do such a horrible deed, a woman like her and all that, as she cut through them like she used to before the whole tragedy happened, but things weren’t looking too bright for her, as more Templar reinforcements came to aid the sinners and she was on the ground, awaiting her death, until a true miracle happened and the foe behind her found his head on the ground.

Gasping in surprise, she turned around and fount that her saviour was actually her beloved Malik, wearing an extremely annoyed face and a bloody sword in his right hand, ready to defend her.

“How come whenever you’re alone, you always run into trouble?” he asked with a slightly amused smirk.

“Honestly, Malik, trouble somehow seems to seek me out for some reason!” she muttered, pouting, but quickly got up and started helping him kill the rest of the bastards.

“If only that were true, Y/N.” he grunted as he parried a sword from his opponent.

But just before she could reply, her rapid instincts made her twirl around and parry the sword that was inches close to striking Malik’s neck and with a force she wasn’t aware she had, she managed to overpower the enemy and decapitated him instead, kicking his head away from there.

“What a jerk! Could you believe that? Trying to hurt you like that?!” she scoffed at the few Templars left there, clearly pissed at what just happened.

“Good think at least your reflexes didn’t vanished, or else I’d have been a goner.” he shrugged, putting back his sword, letting the other Templars run away.

“Oh, shush, you~! You know very well that I’d never let you leave me.” sticking out her tongue at him, she put her arm around his torso and guided him back at the citadel where they tended to each other’s wounds.

“I couldn’t get rid of you even if I wanted to. I did the grave mistake of asking to marry you.” he chuckled at her pout that turned into a grin as she kissed his knuckles, nuzzling her face in his hand.

“Of course you can’t get rid of me, husband. After all, I’m like a parasite. Never leaving you alone.” she said, winking at him, which earned the first genuine smile since the tragedy.

“Eh...You’re the one person I’d never get tired of. The last thing I want is for you to go away.” he muttered, kissing her hand.

EZIO AUDITORE DA FIRENZE

She first met Ezio when he went for help at Leonardo, her best friend and master.

They didn’t really talk much, but she found the young boy to have a unique charm, which she quickly sketched while Leo was working on the hidden blade and the poor boy fell asleep after having had such a terrible day.

The next time they met was under better circumstances, as she was sketching some anatomical drawings, thanks to her friend’s influence, in the rose garden and surprisingly, the young Auditore came into her sight, holding a white, thornless rose for her, as a sign of purity, innocence and appreciation, as she was as fair and gorgeous as the first snow of the year.

She smiled softly at him and offered him a place besides her on the bench, which made him have a charming-goofy smile on his face as he showed interest in her drawings and medical research.

The spark of excitement in her eyes as she explained to him everything she knew in such detail that, even if he barely understood most of the things, he was still gazing at her with an imense sense admiration and respect -

That is, until they reached the page where his sketch was neatly drawn, depicting his innocent face as he was sleeping besides the fireplace.

Ezio’s face flushed a bit, then looked at the girl with a smug, knowing grin and yet, the girl was unphased by his reaction and merely asked if he liked the drawing and if he wished to keep it, as a token of appreciation for listening to her ramble.

He, of course, kept and cherished the drawing, always keeping it in his chest pocket, close to his heart and every time he’d have to go around that place, he’d make sure to surprise her with a white rose, because seeing her smile was what brightened his days and gave him hope for a better tomorrow.

And today was no different, he had to stay for a longer time at Leonardo’s so he decided to surprise her with both a rose and a box of chocolates, but when he got to his friend’s house and asked for the girl’s whereabouts, he saw a tint of worry on his face.

“Well, Ezio...Innocentio was out gambling again, I suppose...And dear Y/N offered to bring me my art supplies from the merchant I paid last week...But I don’t know what happened, she’s been gone for 2 hours! What should I do?!” Leonardo gripped Ezio’s shoulders, trying to get the answer to his desperate question.

“Don’t worry, amico mio, I’m going to look for her. Tell me, where did she go?” he asked, trying to hide the worry that was eating away at his heart.

Earning the directions from his genius friend, he sprinted out of the house, tracking down the girl he cared so deeply for, and to his shock, he found her cornered by his arch-enemy, Vieri de’ Pazzi, who kept pinching her and trying to aggressively court her.

“ Oh, come on, Y/N~. Why do you bother pretending to be a woman of culture and knowledge? That’s not attractive to men, y’know? A pretty face and a nice body like yours, however, could attract any male around. You don’t want to die alone, do you? I’m just here to help!” he slurred, in an attempt to sound like he was charming, but the girl was furious beyond measure and slapped the boy.

“You, brute! You kept me here for over an hour lecturing me about your perfect, stereotypical woman who happens to be just any female around! I don’t care if I die alone or not, as long as my thirst for knowledge is satisfied! Don’t try to make me fall into your dull platitude, because it won’t work. And besides...Someone, who is a far greater and smarter man than you will ever be, is already courting me, and I accepted it. So get a hint and leave!” she screamed in his face, trying to push him away, but he only slammed her into the wall, one hand around her neck, choking her.

“How DARE you speak to me like that?! You, a common wench with no wealth or respectable name? You, who is just a street rat, taken by a lowly self-proclaimed artist! You’re pitiful, that’s what you are! Just a nobody who wishes to be important, but if you die, I promise you, NOBODY will ever remember you!” Vieri exclaimed, the grip on her frail neck getting tighter and tighter, until it stopped altogether and a scream was heard.

The girl opened her eyes wearily, expecting to see the angry de’ Pazzi there, but instead, her saviour, Ezio Auditore, was there to save her, having injured the foe rather heavily and now he was running away, with his tail between his legs, like the coward he was.

The girl rubbed her neck gently before making a few steps towards the boy who saved her, smiling in appreciation.

“Ezio, mio caro, mio eroe, (my dear, my hero) how come you’re always there to save the day from such a...A...A figlio di putana bastardo! (son of a bitch) Urgh...I must be rather lucky to be saved by such a great assassino like yourself. Grazie mille...(Thank you very much)” the girl said, picking up the supply basket, but she was quickly bested by Ezio, who grinned at her and offered to carry it back home.

“Mia cara (my dear), you’re the one person I’d love to save every day, just to see you smile brightly at me and only me. Tu sei...Tu sei il mio Luce del Sole (You are my Sunshine).” he replied, making her stop dead in her tracks, wearing a look of shock on her face, before it changed to a tender one, as she put her soft hand on his cheek, tracing it, then on his lip, feeling the scar given to him by Vieri, many days prior.

“Why, Ezio, you’re quite brave to call me your Sunshine, when we’re engulfed by such a gorgeous palette of colours, given to us by this twilight, don’t you think? Then again...Tu sei dolce...(You are sweet).” kissing his cheek in appreciation, she started walking ahead of him, grinning at him mischievously, waving for him to hurry up.

“So...About what you said back then...You said someone great and smart is courting you, hm~? And you accepted it, correct~?” he nudged her, smirking knowingly at the girl, who laughed at his childish behaviour, but held his hand, intertwining her fingers with his.

“I accept your courting, Ezio, but I think you already know that if I hear you thrash-talking what I hold dearest to my heart-” she tried to warn him, but was quickly cut off by his “Me~?” reply, to which she again laughed and pushed him lightly. “No, Ezio, not you. I mean my studies, passions and Leonardo, my best friend...Then again, perhaps you’re not that far away from being as dearest to me as my studies are. Who knows what the times might bring, correct~?” she teased him with a toothy grin, to which he only chuckled and nodded in understanding.

“Mia bella, your wit is what charmed me. I’d be a complete idiota to wish to separate you from the things that make you so passionate. Maybe I can learn a thing or two from you, after all.” Ezio shrugged, dangling his arms, playfully.

“Well, clearly, I am the smart one, and you’re the pretty one. Together, we make an amazing Dynamic Duo! I make the plans, and you put them in action! What could be better than that?” she replied excitedly, her brain already starting to come up with countless inventions that she could make Ezio try out, much like her friend does, which made Ezio a bit uneasy and tried to change the subject.

“Perhaps a sweet kiss from the most beauti-” he tried to charm his way to a kiss, but clearly, the girl already started ranting about the plan sketches she began and Ezio knew there was no going back now.

She was a little nerd, but damn, was she the most enciting being he’s ever met~.

CONNOR RATONHNHAKE:TON KENWAY

Being in almost the same situation he was when he first came to Achilles, she managed to bond with the Native American child and teach him everything she new about the Creed and the Assassin way, whilst he’d teach her the gorgeous beliefs of his people and the beauty of nature.

Years passed and they both became young adults, fully capable of taking care of themselves, but very dependent on each other, emotionally wise. It was clear that an indestructible bond formed between the two of them over the years and they were both grateful for it.

Many times while she’d try his way of hunting she’d get hurt and he’d tend to her, while he’d get wounds from trying the super-stealthy and sneaky approach she takes, so she’d only laugh and bandage him.

The two of you worked as one, your flaws being overcome by the other’s fortes and together you were the best duo for any kind of mission you’d be given.

The problem was, however, that one day, because of his recklessness, he chose to ignore every bit of warnings his best friend-turned-lover that were about him thinking things through, but of course, he wouldn’t listen and rushed headstrong, like the Aries that he is, and got himself hit in the head, rendered unconscious and thrown in jail.

Great Job, Connor! 10 points for making us laugh!

But the worst was yet to come, for his actions led to her being captured in an attempt to flee after she tried to rescue him, but it was all in vain, for the stubborn boy had an inside-job to do there and wouldn’t leave...Oh, sweet summer child.

On the day she got captured, they brought her to the center where Connor’s hanging was also planned, and as the he was sent to the gallows, the girl was forced to watch while she was being beaten into submission, trying to get vital Assassin information out of her, but she’d only bite her tongue as she watched with glistening eyes as the love of her life wore the necklace of rope as was about to die in such a cruel way, right before her very eyes, and she had no way to save him.

It was all hopeless.

Her knees felt weak and she let herself fall to the ground as she saw Connor fall through the trap, but much to everyone’s surprise, the rope was somehow cut and he managed to get away with ease! Maybe something up there still exists to take care of them, the girl thought to herself as she tried to break free from the unattentive men guarding her. Ignoring any kind of pain her body would produce, she sprinted toward the way Connor ran, not even bothering with the dull ache that seemed to burn through her every fiber of her being, feeling as if she was chasing the ghost of a lost hope... That is, until the light from the horizon disappeared, along with her beloved, and with it, she suddenly could only see the bright blue sky and the white clouds, slowly drifting away.

She was confused. What happened? How did she get like that? What is she seeing? And why is her head hurting so much?

The answer to all the questions was the enemy that climbed on top of her, putting his hands around her neck, squeezing hard as she tried to gasp for air and push him away from her, but it was all in vain. Her lethargy, given to her by the regular beatings and the loss of hope and will to live somehow seemed to make it seem okay if she were to die, not even caring or realising anymore what has happening to her or to anything around her.

She could only gasp for oxygen as she tried to claw at his hands, small droplets of salty water finding their way down her cheeks as she started seeing dark dots in her field of vision...

Until suddenly, it all stopped.

She could finally breathe again with no difficulty, the baby blue sky was spotless and she felt no more heaviness on her body, and a soft sound could be heard in the distance, calling out her name. What was happening to her...?

“Y/N! Y/N, are you okay? Talk to me! Breathe! Come one, love, please...!” the man yelled frantically, shaking her softly, holding her close to his chest, kissing her head, trying to get her to come back to reality. “Connor...?” she tried to whisper, slowly as she put her soft hand on his bloody cheek, trying to realise if what she was seeing was the truth or just a pigment of her imagination, a most utopic dream. “Yes, Ákskere’ (love) , it’s me, Connor. What happened to you? Why are you here?” he asked, trying to keep his voice calm and soothing as to not scare her. “I tried to get you out of there...And got captured...Urgh...Then you escape and I...tried to run after you...But...This guy jumped on me...Jerk.” she sighed, putting her arms around his neck, letting him pick her up, wrapping her legs around his torso, as he walked them home, to their little safe piece of haven. “I’m sorry...It was my fault this happened to you...If I wasn’t so stubborn, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt...” he muttered, his voice dripping with a painful guilt and sorrow, feeling directly responsible for his paramour’s beaten up state. “Ah, whatever, love. It happens. We’re assassins...What’s life without a little risk, right~?” she smirked painfully, looking down at him reassuringly. “Possibly less painful?” he got the courage to usher, the ghost of a smile creeping on his face. “And much less exciting, on that note.” the girl winked, kissing him softly. “It’s not your fault, okay? So please don’t blame yourself. Besides...I get to spend more time with you, right~?” she grinned smugly, nuzzling her face on his cheek, making him chuckle at her feline behaviour. “Any moment spent with you makes me the happiest man to ever live on this planet. Mother Moon truly blessed me to have met you.” he smiled sweetly, looking at his beloved with tender eyes, full of love. “Yes, uh...Kano...Ronh...Uhh...Kwaht...Shee...Ra...? Uh...Uhhh...! Connor, for goodness’ sake, can’t you make your language easier to speak? I mean, honestly, if someone randomly said “I love you” , I’d just think they were putting some curse on me!” the girl laughed mirthfully as she tried to pronounce that hellish yet incredibly sweet sword her lover would so often tell her. “Words don’t matter, if you can feel the sentiment. That is, dear, because I truly love you and I’d be lost without you. Besides...You’re hopeless.” he smirked playfully, teasing the already laughing girl, his heart skipping beats as he hears her sweet laugh and gleeful face. “I mean, you’re not too far from hopeless either, okay?” she winked, kissing him once again.

Those two were perfect for each other, healing each other’s broken hearts with joy and love, and God forgive and save anyone who dares come between them, for they’ll have one true Hell to experience.

HAYTHAM KENWAY

As Charles Lee entered the room, he made way for a gorgeous woman to step in - But this woman wasn't just any woman. She was THE woman. The woman who managed to charm the Ice Man's frozen heart, Haytham Kenway, with her sassy attitude and the incredible wit and knowledge she desplayed from the very first second they met, when she went full-hysteria mode when she spotted the grave mistakes her fellow "scientists" would make by demolishing her own sketch plans, sent to the Queen.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MINDS?! You're ruining my work! Cease this ignorance and let a professional deal with this-!" She gasped, slamming her hands on the work table in front of the physicists who were drawing over the blueprints and the light machine prototype in front of them. "And who are you? How dare you speak with such insolence towards us, men of science?" The man in front of her spoke, glaring at her. "I happen to be the one who created this...Everything on this table! I happen to be the one sent here on the Queen's behalf to enlight this country...Literally. Hence why this is a light generator." She stated with a hair flip, looking at the plebs condescendingly. "Ahem. Everyone, let's calm down and discuss like grown ups here. This woman is indeed the Queen's most trusted Scientist and you will address her with the respect she deserves. Miss Y/N, he is Haytham Kenway, my right hand, an honorable Templar and your assigned guard" Charles Lee said, trying to calm the waters around. "Look, as I said before, I couldn't care less about your silly boy scouts or the assassins whatever, okay? I'm only here to do my job, since clearly, these guys have such a frail ego and masculinity that they cannot accept the fact that they're wrong and will destroy a perfectly working light generator." The girl yawned, waving her hand, gesturing for them to step away from her invention. "Why, Miss Y/N, I find you most admirable and enticing. Allow me to be your guide in this new place." Kissing her hand with a charming smile, he watched as the girl looked away slightly, with a faint blush that only he noticed. "Yeah, sure, whatever you say. On another note, since it's clearly a sin being of the beautiful gender, I think you should warn these plebs to step away and stop tinkering with it, or it will explode in their faces." she huffed, gingerly taking her hand away from the man. “You heard the lady! Step away from that invention or -” but his words went unspoken because right then, a small explosion followed by a shriek of agony and a sigh of exasperation. “Is it too late to say I TOLD YOU SO?” the girl asked, watching them from above, smirking in satisfaction since of couse, she was right, as ALWAYS. “As truly hilarious as that comment was, don’t you think you should help them or something?” Haytham asked, trying to calm down a frantic Charles Lee who was worriedly shouting around for a medic. “Oh, if ONLY there was a medic around...! Well...I guess you’ll have to manage with me, a doctor, what a pity indeed. Maybe next time you’ll - .... Ah, nevermind, they’re not listening. Haytham, make them faint or something, I need to see if I can magically make him regain his sight in the left eye.”

With a chuckle, Kenway hit the scientist in the head, not even bothering to catch him as he hit the cold hard ground, making the girl laugh at how pathetic he looked. “That’s what you get for not listening to someone as awesome as me. Jokes on you~!” she smirked, flipping her hair and walked out of the room catwalk style, making the Grandmaster drag the fainted man to where the girl started carefully treating him and chatting with Kenway, but this time, she was acting much calmer and with less-superiority, as if she was at ease and she could talk with someone equal to her. Perhaps not in knowledge, but at least in life-understanding ways. Haytham, of course, was looking at the genius girl with infinite respect and admiration since so few people, especially women, had the courage to become intellectuals in that era, and even more than being a scientist, to become a medic as well, caring for others’ needs above your own and swearing an oath to help them, was something that moved him deeply.

Many months passed since The Woman joined Haytham’s gang, not as a Templar, but as a renowned scientist, woman of culture and doctor and truth be told, she clearly enjoys the time spent him him very much...The same being said like-wise as well. Since she was new around, he offered to show her around and tell her what’s been happening around since he arrived. She, in turn, took him to the forest and showed him the plants around that could be used for medicinal purposes and what properties they have each, here and there unconsciously boasting about her latest inventions, which only made him chuckle and listen attentively.

One day, however, as she returned to America and had to deliver an extra-secret message from the Queen to Charles Lee, she did her magic with a trick she learnt from one of Leonardo Da Vinci’s secret books, somewhere, in the dark alley slightly illuminated by the dimming light of twilight sky, she got pushed into a wall, the hand on her mouth blocking her from screaming for help. The attacker, (un)expectedly, turned out to be that one scientist who got partially blinded many moons ago. Was he there for revenge? For the information? But...How could he know about that...? Unless...!

“Give me the parchment, missy, or else...!” he yelled in her face, smirking condescendingly as he watched her frightened face. “What the hell are you talking about, you, creep?! What, is it a crime to return to this place from home?” she tried to reason, not wanting to give away any information, but a slap across the face and a blade to her neck made her gulp in fear and bite her lip, conflicting thoughts going through her brain. “Shut up, you British wench! I know EXACTLY why you returned here! Now give me the information, or else, this will be the last time you take a breathe!” he threatened the girl, drawing just the littlest bit of blood from her neck. “Oh, really? And how exactly did you find out? What, we have traitors among or noble ranks?” she tried to pry just enough not to get killed in the process. “What, you thought there was only a fight between the Templars and the Assassins, like your dear, sweet Kenway told you? Oh, goodness, there’s nothing farther from that, missy. Us, the Russians, want to be above anyone else, of course. We are the superior race, not some bunch of tea-drinkers!” he spat on the ground, letting his thick Russian accent that he hid extremely well be revealed now. “There is this thing...I do have the vial with the information, but if you destroy it, you destroy the parchment as well. Personally, I don’t know what’s written there, which was exactly why the vial was filled with vinegar and the parchment put in a very thin glass compartment. This invention can only be properly opened by the person who knows the code...Which, only Charles Lee and the Queen know. So I can’t really help you here.” she muttered defiantly, trying to sound brave, as the Queen taught her. Maybe she wasn’t a woman to fight physically, but she knew what had to be done. The man took the vial and inspected it carefully, realising the dangers of doing anything rashly, then took the girl by her her harshly, throwing her to the ground and beating her, shouting at her to make her tell the secret code. She kept crying and begging for mercy, that she’s only doctor with no important rank other than science and she thought it was nothing of significant importance in the vial, but the Russian so through it, maybe...Or he only wished for revenge, but needless to say, the girl was coughing blood on the ground, until... It got silent.

She painfully managed to raise her head and loo to see what happened, only to see her attacker on the ground, and Haytham above him, a look of extreme hatred and taunt on his face. “And did this Russian leader of yours teach you that’s it’s okay to behave like that to a woman that is clearly superior to you? Princess Dashkova and Catherine the Great would be greatly disappointed in your actions. I will make sure this gets to their ears, some time very soon, pest.” he sneered at the enemy, punching his face until get lost consciousness, then, calming himself, went to help the girl up gingerly, but the girl was much too busy trying to make sure the vial was in perfect shape. “Are you...Quite alright?” he asked, not understanding her actions. “What, you actually thought I had no idea what the code was? Please, I’m the Queen’s advisor. If there’s anything I don’t know is how many times she bathes, because damn, she looks great. Let’s get this to Lee and-” she tried to say but got stopped by his two strong hands gripping her shoulders, making her look up at him, confused. “What is it, Haytham?” “You are clearly injured and yet you act as if nothing’s happened! You have to take better care of yourself, this place isn’t for those who cannot wield a sword!” he stated sternly, but the girl only smirked and winked at him, raising his chin with a finger. “Why, Haytham, why else would you be here, fighting my physical battles, hm~? I’m the brains and you’re the brawn, what else is there to ask for? Well...Perhaps a wet tissue to wipe the blood away...My hair’s getting sticky, urgh...” she trailed off, until she got picked up bridal style, making her squeak in surprise and put her arms around his neck, blinking and looking away to hide her embarrassment, to which he only chuckled lightly and kissed her cheek. “Such a fiery woman like yourself acting like a meek green girl, this is rather entertaining, hm~?” he teased her, making her huff and look away, pissed off. “You know what else is funny? Your stupid looking hat! And the fact that I got beat up for a stupid alcohol recipe! Are you kidding me?! The Queen said it was a national secret, and that was her favourite alcohol brewing!” she screamed her frustrations away, making Kenway stop mid-track and look at her, weirdly. “Did you just open the vial?” he asked in disbelief. “No, you, idiot! I KNEW what was written in the parchment! But what was I about to do? Get killed over a piece of paper? No thanks! Urgh...The Queen better give me some of it or else...” the girl glared in the horizon, pulling at her hair, making the Grandmaster laugh at her behaviour, shaking his head at her childishness.

True, geniuses may be brilliant and amazing to watch while at work, but in their free time, they could be the most oblivious and hilarious being, never failing to make your day better with their antics.

JACOB FRYE

Meeting Mr. Frye was more of a joke than anything, since he was in a pub looking around for a villain Templar, while also enjoying a draft of ale, while this mysterious gorgeous woman dressed in a steampunk outfit, stealing everyone’s eyes, was at a small table, legs crossed, looking like a real diva with the cunning eyes of a vixen.

Of course, his eyes were captured by the girl’s enchantment like everyone else and instead of looking for his target, he kept gazing at the one who captivated him so.

The woman obviously noticed, but only winked at him briefly, before continuing her conversation with the group of men surrounding her, before she nodded and set her glass on the table, then sits up, goes to the barman, wrote something on a napkin, then surprising Mr. Frye, she put the napkin on his table and left with no words.

Looking after her with heart eyes until she left the pub, he rushed to look at what was written.

“Hey, Mr. Assassin, looking for some information? ~ Vixen”

He blinked confused, then ran after her, not understanding who this mysterious woman was to know he was an Assassin and moreover, looking for someone in particular.

He started running on the ground, looking left and right for the girl, until he heard the soft and repetitive taps above, only to see the girl running and jumping on the smaller buildings, trying to get rid of the Blighter following her.

“Yo, weirdo, can’t you like, stop following me? I haven’t done anything to you, yet!” the girl yelled, clearly pissed off at the random brute following her. “Shut yer trap, missy, and come quietly. We know who yee are!” the enemy said in a low, threatening voice.

The girl stopped abruptly, seeing how there is no way to go and the villain was approaching. She was ready to jump on the ground, but she stumbled on her feet once she got hit with a throwing knife in the shoulder. Instead of hitting the ground, she found herself in the arms of the Assassin that was so beautifully looking at her before.

“Oh, Mr. Frye, how nice to see you~.” the girl smirked at him, putting her arms around his neck, hoisting herself up. “Why, miss, I’m so very curious how you know so much about me, yet I know so little about you. We must definitely find a way to change that...Perhaps a date would work?” the assassin asks, a smug expression on his face as he started walking away with her in his arms. “Mhhh I think that would work well, Mr. Frye. An intelligence gatherer and an Assassin, what a lovely pair we make, don’t you think?” she muttered with an amused laugh, taking out the knife out from her flesh. “Oh my, oh my, this gorgeous lady here is an intelligence gatherer? Why, could you afford to spare some info for me as well?” he asked with a wink. “Tell me a name and I’ll tell you even where they are at the moment. Besides, as long as it’s an enemy of mine, like a Templar, it’d be so much better.” she shrugged, looking into the horizon. “My dear, we’ll make an amazing team, that I can guarantee. Until then, however, how about some dinner?” he asked cheerfully, completely forgetting about his real task. “As long as it’s on you, I’m not refusing anything, dearest~.” the woman declared with the flip of her lovely hair, leaning on his chest, letting him carry her further.

It was no surprise that they remained more than friends, for a long time, and even if she didn’t become an official Assassin, she definitely helps Mr. Frye and his sister with anything she can.

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Malik AlSayf-Bittersweet Tragedy

The tragedy has left deep scars on more than one person, not only physically, but emotionally as well.

Malik Al-Sayf has lost it all. His brother. His left arm. His strength. His assassin skills. His confidence.

And all of these, because of the patronising arrogance of a certain ‘Master Assassin’. He was the one to save the mission, with the help of his brother and lover, but the trio had a lot to suffer. Crippled. His brother was killed. His lover’s sight and back were partially crippled. He himself was crippled, having lost an arm, due to a grave injury. And now he was stuck aiding the assassins from behind a desk, at the Jerusalem Bureau, feeling irked to no end. He received no compensation or apology, absolutely nothing to sooth his destroyed soul, whilst the man who jeopardized the mission was walking freely down the streets of Masyaf, licking the boots of his Master and still performing important assassinations.

He was alone. He sat there, mindlessly drawing a map, dipping the white feather in black ink, but he couldn’t focus. His mind wandered to the depths of despair. He was so deep in his mind,he messed up the papyrus scroll,being by then completely buried in his dark thoughts.

'It should have been me’ 'Kadar was too young to die’ 'He had all life ahead of him’ 'Three people had to sacrifice themselves, for one to leave unharmed and get all the glory’ 'I am a useless cripple now’ 'My love may lose her sight’ 'She may remain paralyzed’ 'I am not going to be a whole man for her anymore’ 'I lost all chances’ 'I am alone’

He slumped down the wall and rested his lone hand on his forehead, letting the sorrowful tears stream down his face. Being alone, he allowed himself to show weakness, at least to himself.

Nobody to judge him. Nobody to comfort him. Nobody to care about him.

He sobbed silently, trying to release all tension and emotions, for the first time after so many years of stoic façades.

He was back to being Malik. Just Malik. But an incomplete Malik. He was alone. Or so he thought. That is, because unbeknownst to him, the recovering girl had awoken and saw the whole heartbreaking crumbling of her beloved with her unbandaged, undamaged emerald eye and gripping the wooden door tightly, she kept peeking through the gap, silently letting her own tears wet her pale cheeks, not being able to react in any other way.

That was all in the morning, at the earliest hours and the tides have calmed after a long while. The girl, despite her injuries, dressed in a casual outfit worn by women in that city, covering her head, protecting herself from the scorching sun and hiding the ugly scar across her right side of her face, to get the groceries. She walked calmly, enjoying the Spring heat kissing her skin, after such a long time and sighed, lost in thought. What could she do to help her paramour? He was in a dark place and she tried to help. But…how?

Strolling slowly through the city of Jerusalem, she heard a faint angelic sound.

'Meow’

Huh? What was that?

'Meoooow’

The faint sound trailed longer and repeated again and again, making the red head snap her head towards the small animal.

A cute white kitten started prowling around the girl, rubbing itself around her ankles and purring graciously.

With a soft smile, (y/n) picked up the kitten and raised it to her eye level, only to notice an important fact.

The kitten was missing his left paw.

With a soft giggle, the girl rubbed noses with the kitten and he stuck out his tongue slightly, bleping and closing his eyes. Hoisting the groceries bag better on her arm, she put the kitten inside her blouse, hiding it with her thin green shawl and went back to the Bureau.

(y/n):Come on, sweetheart, you’re coming home with me. I’ll have to introduce you to someone. He will adore you!

There, she saw her beloved scribbling frantically, not noticing her presence. She smiled sweetly at him, then meowed slowly making her way towards his desk.

Malik: Ah, (y/n), I see you’ve returned. (y/n): I have.

‘Meow’

Malik: *raises an eyebrow* What was that? (y/n): I have a gift for you~. Malik: Huh? A what?

The girl turned around, took off the shawl from her head and carefully took the feline from her blouse, cradling him in her arms lovingly, then turned to Malik.

Malik: A cat? (y/n): Isn’t he so adorable, Malik~? Malik: He is…But why did you bring him here? This place is hardly a proper place to raise a pet. (y/n): I think we can afford a little arrogance, after all we’ve done for the Brotherhood, correct? Besides, it’s just a small ball of fur, nothing inconvenient! Malik: Are you really going to take care of him? Cats can be quite…Stubborn, to say the least. (y/n): Oh, come on, he’s very affectionate! And…Well... Malik: He’s…He’s missing a paw… (y/n): He is. He is one sweet, strong kitten, despite his incapacity…And I think he likes you a lot. I mean...I guess you’re both incredibly brave and and amazing kittens!

The girl set the cat on the table, where he looked up curiously at the man in front of him, then started rubbing his head on Malik’s hand, rolling on the table, seeking attention from the man in cause. Malik was still in slight shock at the cat’s behaviour and being in general, while the girl was watching in glee. Those two really clicked off well.

Malik: What should we name him? (y/n): I had something in mind but…Only if you-… Malik: Kadar? (y/n): Kadar.

The man sighed, seeing her sweet, sad smile as she spoke his younger brother’s name, making him hang his head down, slightly going back to his sorrowful state, but the kitten was faster and he raised his sole paw up, trying to touch Malik’s face, as if he was worried about the man’s emotional state. With a tender smile, the girl cupped her lover’s face and kissed his forehead, hugging him tightly.

(y/n): Go rest, my love. You’ve been working so hard for the past days, it’s high time you get some time off. And don’t bother trying to argue with me, just take little Kadar with you too...You both need company. Malik: *sighs* You never know when to stop. Very well then.

He clumsily picked the cat up, going to his room and staid there until late at night. The girl yawned, slightly tired and bored from the lack of activity from the day, so she decided to call it quits and went to her room, changing in one of Malik’s large shirts that she stole a while ago, trying to catch some sleep. But she couldn’t. Her mind kept flying towards her paramour, left alone with his parasitic thoughts in another room, so she sighed, got up and knocked on the door, entering slowly, trying not to disturb him.

But he wasn’t asleep. Multiple candles were still alit, as he lay there, topless, reading a book, little Kadar curled up, nuzzling his neck.

(y/n): Are you okay,Malik? You kind of…Got me worried… Malik: Exceptionally ordinary. (y/n): Don’t try to fool me, Malik. We both know that’s far from true. Malik: Did you truly expect me to admit how bad I feel? (y/n): N-No…But… Malik: I’m not fine, but it matters little now. Injustice will always win, so forget it. (y/n): Look…I-I know…I couldn’t possibly bring your brother...Or your arm back...Nor turn back time and fix everything up…But…Okay, maybe I’m really useless…But I can’t stand seeing you like this. It hurts so much... Malik: You’re already half blind, just close your eye and you’re done. (y/n): Well, you don’t really handle this situation properly! But I want to help, Malik. I’m here for you. I’ve always been…So please...Please don’t shut me away.

He put his book on the table and got in front of the small girl, looking down at her, exhaustion and depression lurking obviously on his face. Being closer also meant that the outline of each wound was times more obvious on his sun-kissed chest, making her bite her lip. Malik: Isn’t that my shirt? (y/n): Might be. Malik: Your ex-thief career is showing again. (y/n): It was a while ago…

He turned his back to the fox like girl and put his hand on his face, slightly annoyed, trying to hide any emotion that might surface.

Malik: Just go to your room, (y/n). There’s nothing to see here but depression. (y/n): If I weren’t ready to stand by your side through every danger, I wouldn’t have come here. We’ve been together for so long and braved so many problems together... Malik: You are doing a grave mistake. (y/n): I prefer to make my own mistakes. But darling, staying my your side will never be a mistake.

The girl unbuttoned her shirt and hugged his wounded back tightly, resting her forehead on his shoulder. She could feel him tense up. He was stunned. Rooted to the spot. Unaware of his next move.

What was going on? What should he do? Those questions became even more conflicting as she started slowly kissing his scars, then nuzzled her face on the crook of his neck, no doubt standing on her tippy toes, as she wasn’t tall enough otherwise. He could feel the breathe hitch in his throat as his heart started aching more and more.

Malik: (Y/N)…Why…? (y/n): I don’t need a reason to comfort my lover, do I? Or is it a crime? Malik: No, but… (y/n): But what, Malik? Have I not been what you expected? I know I am a terrible lover and all that but…I apologize if I disappointed you…I just wanted to see you happy…Smile…Especially during these times of darkness…I know I’m no good...But I’m...I’m trying, I promise... Malik: No, don’t misunderstand, please. I only wish I could properly embrace you, but now, I am unable to comfort you…It s driving me crazy...I’m not worthy of you and your love anymore. You have been everything I could wish for and more than I ever deserved from this life. I just don’t understand why would you stand by me, even now. I’m a cripple. I’m broken, (Y/N), what is there left of me that you still cling to? (y/n): Obviously, your body may be broken, but I am hardly a model anymore, love. Nevertheless, as long as you can feel my warmth and feelings, then I’m happy. I love you, Malik, with or without your arm. It’s still you, just as I’ve always told you. I’m lucky to have met you and to have your feelings. And little Kadar thinks so too. So please, for us, make an effort and reach out to these feelings. Please...Let us save each other. Malik: I don’t deserve you...You are an angel... (y/n): I’m a fox, dearest, hardly a pure deity, so I guess you’re alright.

He turned towards her and caressed her face tenderly, having her own hand over his, then he untied her eye bandage, letting it fall on the ground, as she bit her lip and casted her gaze to the ground, trying to hide the wound.

(y/n): Quite ungraceful, if you ask me. Gory as hell. Nothing pretty to see here. Malik: It’s only fair to stay this way, when we’re alone in our intimacy, don’t you think? (y/n): Since when do we play fair, Malik? Malik: We never do.

He pushed the fire-kissed strand of hair covering her damaged eye behind her ear then leaned down, kissing her gently. Parting, he traces down to her neck, then slowly removes her shirt, revealing her bare shoulders and cleavage, both beautiful, yet both covered in merciless scars and fresh wounds that have yet to properly heal.

(y/n): Why do you still hold such a depressed look, my love? I know I’m hardly at my highest glory on the beauty-department, but- Malik: No, (Y/N), you will always be perfect, no matter what you think may look like flaws...And yet, these are all my fault. Each one depicts the time I was not there on time to aid you...Save you, just like I promised I would, the day I asked you to marry me. (y/n): Seeing that you have the same problem, I suppose we’re both terrible bad at out jobs as protectors, dear husband. After all, I said a vow as well, did I not~? Malik: Will you ever have it in your heart to forgive me? (y/n): What is there to forgive, if you’ve done nothing wrong? Stop overreacting, I am not the one suffering here. You are. Malik: But I- (y/n): I love you, Malik. And so did Kadar. What happened could have been avoided, but it was not your fault and we both know it. There is no use lingering on the past, when the present is right here, in front of you, telling you to wake up to your senses. Malik: *sighs* I know you are right, but I cannot just forget what happened. Not when it was just a few days ago... (y/n): You don’t have to forget, my love. Just don’t forget that the past is over. The present is all that we have. Malik: Then, may I enjoy this present for an eternity, with you by my side? (y/n): I will always be here for you, Malik. Always and forever. Malik: Always and forever.

They sealed the promise with a solemn kiss, the same way they did when they said their vows to each other on that faithful night, only the two of them, then went back to his bed, cuddling, with little Kadar just between them, all of them enjoying the happy memories and warmth, for as long as they lasted. Dark times may come, but they will always pass, sooner or later and that is something that Malik is never going to forget any time soon.

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