Assassin’s Creed Imagines

Altaïr Ibn-LaʼAhad

You gulped as you faced your catcaller, your shoulders squared and chest puffed out in an attempt to seem like you weren't bluffing.

"A little girl like you is going to take me out?" The man laughed at you, making you fume a little inside.

Little did you know, a man who actually did know how to throw a punch was watching from the sidelines, curious as to what your plan was. Clearly you were no match for the asshole, Altair could tell just from the way you stood. It was a natural defensive stance, not the stance of a confident attacker. And the other man could tell as well, though this didn't make you back off.

When the man advanced on you, Altair took a few short steps forward, placing himself between the two of you with a cocky grin. "You like to beat on women?"

Altair didn't even hear what the man said as he the idiot tried to swing at his jaw. Altair tilted his head to the side, avoiding the hit and returning one of his own. The man crumpled to the ground with a pathetic noise, and Altair turned to you.

"You should not start fights you cannot finish," he murmured to you, gently placing a hand on your back as he guided you away from the growing crowd of onlookers. "Come. I will teach you to bluff better, perhaps somewhere less... public."

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

You had been arguing with your father all afternoon. The guards had shown up earlier, asking you and your little siblings all sorts of strange questions about where your father's money came from.

"Why would they have questions if there was nothing awful going on, father?" You had demanded, but he had brushed you off and tried telling you to go back to your quarters. Had it been just you it may have been one thing, but to have your baby siblings involved just drove you over a line you had never crossed before, challenging your father.

It seemed you had taken it too far, however, when you felt the sting of his rings across your cheek, the shock making you fall to the floor and clutch your face. You were speechless. Your father had never raised a hand to anyone in the house, let alone his eldest daughter.

It was at that moment that Ezio revealed himself. He was quick enough that you didn't even see him as he sailed through the air and dug his blade deep into your father's neck, the choking sound he made entirely missed by your ears as they rang with embarrassment and humiliation.

You felt tears slip down your cheek as you stared at the spot on the floor, and when you went to wipe them, a mix of water and blood was left on your fingers, and the thought of your face being cut open made your tears turn to sobs.

When you finally did look up, your father was no longer standing there. Instead, he was on the floor, blood pooling around a wound in his neck area. You screamed as you stood, frantically looking around for the attacker, but there was nobody to be found.

Ezio took in the look of terror on your face from the shadows and swore he'd make it up to you. There was something in your eyes, something... deeper, and he needed to know what it was. Needed to learn how you managed to block out your own father being murdered.

Yes, Ezio would be back for you.

Arno Dorian

You gulped in panic as you felt your pockets. Your purse seemed to be missing. You felt the other side, and then both sides a second and third time just to be sure. You could see the annoyance of the owner as he held your grocery bag, awaiting payment for the things he had selected for you.

Before you knew what was happening, you felt someone brush up next to you and hand over the total for your items. The man thanked the owner and grabbed the bag in one hand, his other gently hovering on your back to guide you out.

"Th-thanks," you murmured, not entirely sure what had just happened.

"Come, let me walk you home..." he trailed off and looked at you expectantly.

"(Y/n). It's (Y/n)."

Jacob Frye

The first time you actually saw him, you were whining in the mirror over how your unwashed hair didn't match the wedding dress you wore. Evie, your maid of honor, only rolled her eyes at your complaints, insisting that you looked beautiful no matter what.

Your entire face heated as you heard a whistle from behind you. "Yoo-hoo! Evie! (Y/n)!"

You turned, the fluff in the wedding dress you had on making it difficult to do so.

"Evie's right, you look great." The man, who you instantly pieced together must be Jacob, took his time raking his eyes up and down your figure. "But alas, we must go, dear sister. Duty calls." He took a step towards you, leaning in and lowering his voice so only you could hear.

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you around."

Evie Frye

You had been working up the courage to talk to her all night. She hadn't taken a single hit in the arena, and she had knocked out waves upon waves of massive, highly-trained men. You were pretty sure you were in love.

You had seen her before, in other arenas around the city, and each time you were fascinated with the way she moved, the confidence she had in each and every step.

The crowd 'boo'd her as she left the ring, her white under-shirt only slightly tainted in blood this time around. She passed right in front of you, and finally, you saw your chance.

"Um, Hi!" You managed to blurt out, louder than you had originally intended.

You must have caught her attention though, because she turned around with a smirk on her lips as she looked you up and down. "I've seen you around here before, haven't I?"

Basim Ibn Ishaq

You tapped your foot as you waited, annoyed that your new 'partner' was late meeting you for the first time.

When he finally did arrive, he was all smirks and charm, with your mentor Dervis in tow, looking just as grumpy as you did.

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Altaïr Ibn La'Ahad

Altaïr would have no visible response when you told him the news.

In fact, he quickly made up an excuse and got out of the house, mumbling something about a mission he somehow was delaying.

You sat for hours alone, hormonal, upset, and angry. You thought this was what he wanted. You had discussed a family before, why would he suddenly have changed his mind?

"I sincerely apologize."

He woke you up from your restless slumber with a kiss before he spoke, helping you sit up.

"I did not expect this to happen so quickly, but I'm glad for it."

You began to cry as he comforted you, pulling you into his chest to cradle you. He rubbed circles down your back, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and made you feel like the only woman alive.

The three of you were going to be just fine.

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

"I'm pregnant."

Ezio's face lit up as he glanced down at your belly, his hand going to rub it gently.

"Are you serious?"

You nodded, unable to contain your happiness. You had been trying for months, all to no avail. You weren't even sure until the doctor confirmed it for you, after you had been sick for two weeks straight.

You could barely keep anything down, but it was all going to be worth it in the end.

"I love you."

Edward Kenway

You were scared to tell Edward the news. You had not yet bled this month, nor the last, and when you began to feel sick in the mornings, you knew.

The two of you were... relatively careful, but it was no surprise you had ended up knocked up.

Although you had never discussed having a family, you didn't know his thoughts on it.

When you finally did tell him, you couldn't read his face.

"I'm going to be a father?" There was disbelief in his tone.

"I'm sorry."

He kissed you, hard. His tongue entered your mouth and began to dance with yours, showing you he loved you.

"I'm going to be a father."

Arno Dorian

Arno was quiet for a few minutes after you told him.

It's not like you had been planning on this, mistakes happen of course.

What concerned you was the look of pondering on his face. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, and normally you could read him like a book.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded, suddenly nervous to meet his eyes.

With a sigh he stood and hugged you.

"We'll get through this, (Y/n).

Jacob Frye

Jacob looked ecstatic when you told him the news.

You hadn't been feeling the best for a few weeks, and when you finally went to the doctor you learned of your new condition.

"We're going to be a family?"

The excitement in his tone made your heart warm. You were perhaps a bit nervous to tell him, but as he got down on his knees and kissed your belly, you got exactly the reaction you had hoped for.

"We are." 

Basim Ibn Ishaq

You hadn't been able to keep your food down for nearly a week.

At first you thought it would be a two or three day ordeal, but after day six, Basim had decided it was time to visit a professional.

When you arrived, you told him your symptoms, and he looked at you with a small smile.

"I believe you to be pregnant, (Y/n)."

Basim stood from his chair, knocking it over as he did.

"She's what?"

Your eyes widened, unsure how you felt about the news.

"Indeed."

He kissed you right there, in front of the poor man, his hands cupping your face with love and care.

"I love you."

He was matter-of-fact about it.