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Jacob Frye prided himself in being confident and charming around the ladies. Even while he was chasing Templars he’d offer a compliment to a woman looking at shoes to buy, or wink at another one who was inside her carriage while he was delivering stolen goods to the Rooks headquarters.

Since almost 8 months, his attention had shifted on one specific lady. He had been thrown inside her flat by a blighter, breaking her dinner table in the process. Jacob barely had the time to come into his senses when the brute walked in, weapon in hand and ready to strike. And then it happened. She happened.

She began swearing like a sailor, cursing him and his whole family and group that were denying this city of its peace and quiet. Both men were shocked, but the assassin took the opportunity and knocked out the other one, his heavy body joining the pieces of broken table on the floor.

‘’I’ll help you move out the body. But you owe me dinner and a new table.’’ She said, taking off her apron and that was all it took for Jacob to fall head over heels for her. And if the Blighters weren’t under the Templar’s order, he would have taken the man out for a beer to thank him for making him meet his other half.

And as the meetings got more frequent, Jacob stayed for dinner, then stayed for evening tea, and then he began sleeping over at your place, you both knew that from now and on, you would like to be around one another as much as you could.

Something that was difficult, taking into consideration that Jacob was an Assassin and he had taken an oath that he was gonna follow until the end of his days. London deserved to be freed from Crawford Starrick’s tyranny.

However, his definition was the main reason for your arguments. What could you do when he came back home with stab wounds, grazes from bullets and bruises from being punched a little bit too hard in the face?! It was hurting you and making you furious at the same tine!

Jacob’s POV:

‘’I am not having this conversation again sweetheart’’ I sighed as strapped my hidden blade to my forearm, flicking my wrist to check it was working well. And then my stubborn girlfriend appeared in my line of sight once more, anger with a bit of worry etched on her face.

‘’Jacob, I trust you enough to not ask many questions about what you do, because from what I’ve gathered you’re trying to liberate London but please make sure to not die in the process!’’ She exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air for emphasis, something she always did when she was trying to convince me to be more careful. She was adorable.

‘’Sweetheart.’’ I stopped and cupped her face, bringing us closer as I leaned my forehead against hers and felt her smaller hands cling onto mine, as she let out a deep sigh, relaxing her tensed posture.

‘’Put a little faith in me, I always come back to you don’t I? Besides I promised you a night out tonight and as sooner as I’m out of here, the sooner I’ll be dancing with you in a ballroom where every man will be admiring what I’m proud to call mine.’’

I finished my little speech with a deep and passionate kiss, feeling her melt into it as she wrapped her arms around my neck and damn her, she was making it extra difficult to leave home.

Pulling back, she fixed my hat and flashed me a smile, one of those that always manage to bring one to my face as well. Good Job Jacob Frye, you’ve definitely hit the jackpot with this one.

‘’You better be here at 8 pm sharp Mr. Frye.’’ She smirked, that little minx, fixing my coat as she gave me one last kiss on the cheek and moved to the kitchen, my gaze following her swinging hips. I was seriously considering staying home now.

I couldn’t though, I had already made up way too many excuses to Evie and Greenie, and Evie could sniff out my lies like a starving dog on an empty stomach. A trait of her I have deeply disliked since we were children.

Along the way I got into one or two fights, trying not to look as if I had a shower again in one week and slept in a comfortable bed with my other half.

Jumping on the train, I put my hand inside the inner pocket of my long coat, taking out a miniature top hat I had planned to make a necklace and give to (Y/N). My ‘’incredibly and unnecessarily huge’’ collection of top hats was super fascinating to her and she always tried them on. Figured I’d give her a subtle gift, so that she’d always have me with her, no matter what.

I jumped down and opened the door to the wagon we used as headquarters… well unofficial headquarters and I was met with the lovebirds.

‘’Where were you?’’ Evie asked in that scolding tone of hers, Mr Green suddenly busy with some papers. As if they hadn’t been sweet talking to one another before I came here.

‘’Busy cleaning up the city sis, somebody’s got to do it since you’re so engrossed in searching for magical objects.’’ I chuckled, earning the famous glare of Evie Frye, but it never worked on me and she knew that perfectly well, she just liked to try and scare me.

‘’That’s why you smell like freshly baked bread and tea?’’ She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at me. Keep it cool Jacob, you can find some logical excuse.

‘’Let’s just say that some houses of Westminster probably won’t be visiting the bakery for a while. I was on my way back here when I saw some brutes bullying a poor baker. I had to defend the feller and teach the blighters that they won’t be terrorising this city much longer… turns out they had wired the whole place.’’

Evie sighed, disappointment evident on her face but I was just grateful she was buying it, even Greenie was listening, amusement in his eyes.

‘’And next thing I knew, I was across the street covered in flour and that’s why I was also late. Didn’t want to ruin my scary reputation and so I went to get a bath and have my clothes washed.’’ I finished my made up story, impressed at my imagination.

‘’I’ll pretend you didn’t just say that. But you did right to defend that man, we will need the support of the local people. Just make sure the city is still standing when we make our final move.’’ My sister sighed and turned to her blueprints and diaries.

‘’Tomorrow we’re gonna meet up with Frederick Abberline and discuss on our activities and the progress we’ve made. Make sure to be on time and on your best behaviour, we are reaching the end of our mission and mistakes cannot be made.’’

Evie finished her inspiring speech might I say and I saluted her, earning an eye roll as Henry shook his head, sitting down on his chair as he focused on whatever he was doing. That something probably being research on the stuff Evie was working on, so he could get even closer. Clever Greenie, I’ll give you that.

Looking up, my eyes fell on the clock and it was 5 in the evening. Perfect. I had enough time to go and pick up my new suit and have my gift made, get a bath and a haircut, go to the florist, steal a carriage most likely, while also not getting any dirt on my clothes and remain unseen and then pick up my girl. Yes, this was going to be a piece of cake.
I made my way to my personal wagon, shutting the door and locking it as I always did when it was time to sleep. Opening the window of the wagon, I expertly crawled out, climbing on the top as the wind blew harshly against my face, the sun slowly setting and creating a blur of beautiful colours.

And when the moment came I jumped, successfully landing on the rooftop of a factory before I began making a run for the tailor’s shop, not sparing a glance behind me.

Third Person POV:

After a good 2 hours, Jacob Frye was looking sharp as ever, dressed in his best suit, holding a bouquet of fresh flowers and a carriage in ( mostly ) good condition.

While he was busy making sure he was on time with everything, he failed to notice the female assassin following him from the shadows, watching his every move and evading his line of sight.

Evie Frye had gotten suspicious about her brother three months ago. She noticed how he seemed to smell like homemade food and flowers, how his clothes were always clean and he took extra care of them. He began taking care of his beard and hairstyle and showered 3 every time he was about to go out.

Usually Evie had to beg him to take a bath after chasing Templars across the Thames. This had gotten her curious, very curious. They say that curiosity killed the cat, but she wasn’t just any cat.

And today as she followed him she didn’t know what to think, who was he meeting with? Maybe a girl he was trying to impress? Jacob always went extra the second a woman batted her eyelashes at him. An endless argument he and Evie had had countless of times.

When the door opened, a beautiful lady walked out. She was wearing a deep, dark green dress with some black details, a long coat covering her back as she had styled her hair in a way that framed her face perfectly.

Her brother and the unknown lady smiled, greeting each other as she took the flowers, flashing him a big smile as she went back into the house, probably to set them in a vase.

Jacob threw a glance around him, stopping to look towards Evie’s direction and she held her breath, remaining unmoving and collected, waiting for his next move.
He let out a sigh as the woman rejoined him, having wrapped her coat tightly around her, the evening breeze leaving behind a comfortable chill. And then they kissed.

Evie expected to be disgusted once more. He had seen Jacob kissing women and it was mostly messy and lustful kisses that led to activities that she didn’t want to know. But the sight in front of her was the exact opposite.

Her brother cradled the smaller woman like she was made of porcelain, her hands cupping his face in the most gentle way as they shared another kiss before pulling back and helping her on the carriage.

The female assassin found herself smiling as the carriage began to move. She was happy her little brother had found someone special. Their life wasn’t easy. After the death of their mother they were forced into growing up, wanting to step into their father’s shoes as quickly as possible.

If only they knew how much of a burden it is as of an honour. To adorn the mantle of the assassin was both a blessing and a curse. You vowed to fight for liberty and peace, to protect the innocent from those who wanted to rule over them in the cruelest of ways.

But no one ever prepares you for the first time your blade takes the life of another, when their life ebbs away at your feet and at night you think about their families and how they’re mourning.

No one ever prepares you for losing a friend, a loved one because of the mission. To see them lose their fight while you keep wondering if there was anything you could have done to save them.

Yes, the life of an assassin wasn’t an easy path, so Evie Frye was grateful her brother had found some sort of peace and serenity among the chaos, and she could understand perfectly why he kept it a secret. It was a secret that she was willing to keep to herself until the moment was right. Maybe… maybe she could also try and follow Jacob’s example and follow her heart instead of her mind and the creed for once.

And with a lighter heart and a faint smile on her lips, she began making her way back to the train, a certain Indian assassin occupying her thoughts.

Jacob’s POV:

I got down from the carriage and opened the door, offering my hand to my lady as she stepped down carefully and I couldn’t help but admire how drop dead gorgeous she was in all her glory.

‘’Are you gonna stare at me all night you creep?’’ She joked, her smile making my heart flutter and I joined her in laughter, shutting the door as I kissed her cheek, taking out the necklace from my pocket.

‘’Not my fault you look like a painting sweetheart.’’ I complimented her and she looked down. Even after all this time I managed to fluster her and I would never get tired of it.

‘’Now close your eyes for me.’’ I whispered and she gave me a suspicious look, while I put on my most innocent face and with some hesitation she obeyed, closing her eyes as she slightly bounced on her one foot.

Taking out the silver chain, I gently put it over her neck, the cold of it making shivers run down her neck as I clasped it and dropped a kiss on the naked skin. I couldn’t know all the ingredients she used to make those soaps she used, but she smelt like home.

‘’Now open them.’’ I said and she did, looking down and admiring the necklace, her fingers fumbling with the top hat before she moved her gaze to me.

‘’Jacob, thank you so much. This is magnificent, why did you buy it? Are we celebrating something and I forgot?’’ She panicked, her voiced filled with guilt and I rolled my eyes, grabbing her shoulders and connecting our lips. A sufficient way to end her irrational ramblings.

‘’Can’t I just gift my significant other?’’ I whispered against her lips and she smiled, nodding, intertwining her fingers with mine and giving them a squeeze.

‘’I love you Jacob Frye and I will only ask two things of you. To love me in return and always, always come back to me safe and sound.’’ Her voice was heavy with emotion and I nodded, cradling her head as I stared deeply into the eyes that had become my sense of safety the past few months.

‘’I love you (Y/N) (L/N), and I promise to cherish you and by the end of the day to have you in my arms, always.’’ I vowed to her and I intended to never break it, she had introduced me to feelings I never thought I would be able to live.

‘’Now you still owe me a dance Mister Frye.’’ She grinned and I offered her my arm as we began walking making our way inside the restaurant like two idiots in love, which we were.

I wouldn’t have it either way.

THE END!

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The Kenway family. A very unique family with three, bull-headed, strong willed, witty and exceptional swordsmen. When they were in the room, it was a matter of seconds before the whole room was filled with either mindless banter about the assassins and the templars, talks about ship models and cannons, or about their extraordinary adventures.

First you had the the head of the family, Edward James Kenway: Assassin, Legendary Pirate, Captain of the Jackdaw and in general, a huge, pardon my French, pain in the ass. Edward had a knack for getting into trouble since he could walk. Starting fights and drinking unnecessarily too much, flirting non-stop and always striving for more and more.

Although, after his wild tales all over the Caribbean and learning on top of that, that his beloved Caroline had gifted him a daughter, Jennifer Scott Kenway, he decided it was time for him to leave the bloody work to those who believed in the Creed a little bit deeper.

Then, he met Tessa and she gifted him with another child, a son this time. His name was none other than Haytham Edward Kenway, Grandmaster of the Colonial Rite, the black sheep of the family. After Reginald Birch staged the death of Edward, Haytham was taken by him into the Templar order, so that he could be trained and taught their philosophies and morals.

The following years weren’t kind to the father nor the son. Haytham continued his life, thinking and knowing his father had died in the fire that had burned down his family’s house… except the fact that, that wasn’t the truth.

The confrontation and killing of Reginald Birch wasn’t a memory Haytham was fond of. He hadn’t felt more betrayed than the moment where his supposed ‘’mentor’’ revealed the ugly truth.

The reconciliation of father and son was the only thing that Haytham was grateful for after this whole fiasco. Edward hadn’t been pleased when he noticed that his son was standing on the opposite ground. But, Haytham had always been far more intelligent than others. And so, he proposed to his father a treaty, between Assassins and Templars.

Father and Son, now reunited set off for the American Colonies, in search of the precursor sight and any artefacts or evidence of those who had came before, the First Civilisation.

During their search, it so happened that they came in the need of the natives who were fighting to survive and save their lands.

Haytham then met the woman that turned his world upside down. Of course, it wasn’t like he was inexperienced in the matter or that he didn’t care, he just never found someone that irked him for more than just a warm embrace.

She though, she was a force to be reckoned with. Like the strong, winter wind hitting you harshly in the face… but she also felt like the last, warm rays of the sun as he set behind the mountains.

Her name was Kaniehtí:io, or as most know her Ziio. The two of them hit it off right away with the same sense of sarcasm and wit, stubbornness and ambition. And the night their mission came to a successful end, they became one with each other and brought to the world your other half, the most stoic yet passionate and emotional man to ever walk the earth. ( Maybe it was the Kenway gene… it definitely was the Kenway gene.)

His name is Ratonhnhaké:ton or Connor as he was named by Haytham. You loved both of his names, even though you called him by his native one in serious situations, or during fights. It just came out naturally.

Connor Haytham Kenway was the spitting image of his mother and father. He inherited the facial structure and the proud chin from his mother’s side, his physical appearance and nose from his father’s. He was a devoted man, devoted to his family and the morals he followed. He wasn’t scared to voice his opinions nor speak up for those that couldn’t. He could be angry and bull-headed, determined to the point where he could potentially harm himself because of blind trust in certain people.

He was a skilled hunter and an even more talented Assassin. Despite the fact that the man is built like a wall, he could move as stealthily and as quickly as a cat, without making a sound.

But to you, he was your Connor. The man that saved you from being eaten by wolves and so you invited him to your family’s tavern for dinner, insisting to pay him back for saving your life and that you’d always owe him.

And so, he kept coming back to the inn either to stay for the night and because he hadn’t eaten in days. Or he was involved in a fight and needed a bath to clean up. But those were just excuses and he realised it after a month or two.

He kept coming back to you, because he wanted to see you and talk to you. You held a kindness within you that he had rarely seen, you never once commented on his race, his skin, the stories from his village. Only looked at him with growing interest. There was chemistry between the two of you and there was no way either of you would let it fly away in the wind.

Which brings us to the present… to the very joyous present. Right now, you were cooking dinner and preparing almost every kind of chocolate cupcakes that you could find on cooking books. You were aware of women’s cravings during pregnancy but now that you were experiencing it first hand? They were no joke, and they did come at the most random of times.

Meaning that you had seriously called for Connor while he was away on a mission just so he could bring you some pastries from the other part of the town, with the excuse of: ‘’I’m carrying your child and your child wants pastries!’’

Being pretty far along in your pregnancy, having reached the final trimester and walking proudly into the 8th month, you had realised that you hadn’t organised a baby shower. You and Connor had agreed to let the gender of the baby remain unknown until he or she was born, knowing that it didn’t matter if you had a son or a daughter, you’d love them all the same.

Better late than ever as they say, you had invited Connor’s family and their close friends to celebrate your upcoming baby and you were in a state of madness. Master Assassins were coming to your house, the majority of them being tall and muscular men that surely needed a serious amount of food to be satisfied.

Plus, you wanted to make a good impression and show that you were worthy of being Connor’s wife, since he was held in high regard and many admired him for how strong and courageous he was.

Getting back to the matter at hand, as hard as it was trying to keep the kitchen clean and cook 5 different foods at the same time, you had a certain Mohawk man trying to bite into everything ready on the table.

‘’Ratonhnhaké:ton, if you touch that plate one more time I will cut off your finger, assassin or not!’’ You glared at him as you swat his hand away, him rolling his eyes as he grabbed your hand, pulling you to him but gently, mindful of the growing belly.

‘’Relax my dove, it’ll just be my family and some close friends. You are over stressing yourself for no reason.’’ He spoke in that baritone, comforting voice of his that always soothed your nerves and calmed your heart.

‘’Still, I want to thank your mother for the immense amount of help she’s given me during my pregnancy and I just want to make this as grand as I can, because our baby is the happiest thing that’s ever happened to me. Apart from meeting you of course.’’

You grinned and leaned up, kissing his nose as he placed his hands on your belly with so much love, your baby responding to his touch with a strong kick, making you laugh in surprise.

‘’They’re strong, just like their father.’’ You smiled as he leant down on his kneed, being on face level with your belly as he let his head rest on it, as if communicating with the baby through the sense of touch.

‘’Be patient little one, you’ll be with us soon.’’ He whispered as if to do not disturb the peace and rose up from the floor, meeting your gaze and your stomach always fluttered at the way he looked at you, with so much love and adoration and admiration. Like you had hung the moon and the stars.

Cupping your face he kissed you with a passion that never failed to make your mind hazy and your toes curl. You returned his kiss just as fiercely, holding on to his wrists to ground yourself as he gently moved you against the counter.

You reluctantly pulled back, lungs screaming for air but his lips were hungry for more, latching themselves on your neck as he lazily left open mouthed kisses on the naked skin, slowly making his way to your weak spot as his large, manly hands rubbed your thighs, knowing how that certain action made you feel all kinds of things.

‘’Connor-‘’ A soft whimper left your lips when the doorbell rang, making him groan disappointed and frustrated, lifting his head to give you a last, long kiss before pulling himself away from you, a naughty look on his face that promised a lot more later.

‘’Damn you and your power over me.’’ You grumbled as he walked to the door and opened it, only to be greeted by none other than the British troublemaker duo going by the surname Frye, the twins Jacob and Evie and with them was the childhood, French sweethearts, Arno Dorian and Elise de la Serre.

‘’Congratulations are in order big man!’’ Jacob roared happily as he opened his arms and embraced Connor, looking much smaller compared to Connor’s height and muscly figure.

Evie rolled her eyes, giving Connor a side hug as she congratulated him before eagerly making her way towards you, putting on a free spot of the counter your favourite kind of cupcakes from the best bakery in London. She hadn’t stopped spoiling you during her visits.

‘’It’s so good to finally have something good happen amongst the chaos. This baby will surely have the best parents.’’ Elise said kindly as she went to drop off her and Arno’s present in the baby’s room, while Arno patted Connor’s shoulder, the pair speaking with the eyes.

‘’Smells delicious Darlin!’’ Jacob chuckled as he slid in the kitchen, a mischievous smirk on his face, eyeing all the ready food with hungry eyes.

He was about to sneak a piece when the doorbell rang again and Evie managed to slap his hand away as she helped you and you shook your head playfully. Their antics always brought a smile on your face.

‘’Father, Mother.’’ The smile in Connor’s voice could be heard as Ziio dropped a kiss on his cheek and then glared for a second at Haytham, urging him to be more open and emotional today. They were celebrating their grandchild for God’s sake! And they were on good terms. That was a win in Ziio’s book.

‘’You’re going to become a great father my son.’’ Even though, anyone else would have commented on the fact that Haytham said it without any emotion, those who truly knew him could notice the slight waver in his voice and the glassiness of his grey eyes.

Connor just hummed, pulling his father into a hug, not a fan of words himself. Both of them were too prideful to talk about their feelings, but it was refreshing to see that they could put pride away, at least for a minute or two.

The house then began to get more and more busy. After the grandparents, came the great-grandfather, Edward and his best mate Adewale, the former bonding almost immediately with Jacob, the two of them masters of the art of troublemaking

The Ibn-la-Ahad family and Auditores soon joined the party, just in time for you to finish making your diverse dinner. You were aware each assassin was coming from a different part of the world and so you tried to make at least one traditional dish from each culture.

You, along with the rest of the women began setting the table, as the men either tried to steal a bite or chose what kind of alcohol they’d be drinking, Haytham trying to convince his father to let go of his rum for the night and switch to wine instead.

Throughout the whole evening you could always sense Connor’s gaze upon you. It wasn’t unusual nor did it make you uncomfortable, but he seemed to follow your movements more often and you wondered if something was wrong.

So, while everybody had taken their seats and began filling their plates, you followed Connor to the kitchen since he wanted to grab some extra bread.

‘’Handsome, is something wrong?’’ You whispered softly as you caressed his back, standing at his side while looking for an answer. However, you only received a sweet smile in return as he shook his head, turning to face you.

‘’On the contrary my dove, everything is just right. Having everyone is great for sure, and I am very relieved that my family is on good terms with one another, despite the beliefs of the creed and the Templar order.’’

He paused for a bit, resting his hands upon your grown belly once more, his child moving to the spot where his hands were placed, resulting in his smile getting even wider and happier, if possible.

‘’The main source of my peace in this life is your presence, and the upcoming blessing of our baby. I know I’m not the best with words, and you understand me better than anyone so I don’t have to even try sometimes to express what I feel, you just know. And I just adore you.’’

Connor sighed deeply and your child reacted to his words, giving you a kick as if to state that they were there as well, listening. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to hold the emotions at base because there were people waiting for you in the living room.

You grabbed his hands off your belly, placing a kiss on each hand on his knuckles, a gesture you often did, especially when they were bruised from a day of fighting.

‘’Ratonhnhaké:ton, you better not continue this because I will drag you upstairs with no care about our visitors.’’ You said jokingly, although he could sense some sort of seriousness in your joking tone and he chuckled himself, dropping a kiss on your head as he squeezed your butt and grabbed the bread.

‘’Make it through this dinner, and when the last one leaves and the door closes, I’ll have you up against it in no time.’’ He whispered and shivers ran down your neck and spine, and your eyes met for a brief moment, your resolve almost breaking but you soon regained your composure.

You had anticipated this day for a long time and now you were even more enthusiastic about the dessert that would be served once you and Connor were left alone.

Dinner went on smoothly. You received tons of compliments on your homemade food but you were just pleased to hear that it was to their taste.

You were a bit anxious about the tension rising between Haytham and Ezio, the latter hadn’t taken well to the fact that the second Kenway was a Templar Grandmaster, but thankfully nothing too serious happened. At a moment where the discussion seemed to be heading that way, Altair put a stop to it, with his intimidating golden eyes and stern voice. You gave him a look that spoke millions words, thanking him for his assistance.
Along with the help of Evie, Arno and Maria you tidied up the living room pretty quickly. The London Assassin and the French Assassin worked pretty effectively in cleaning the dishes while you and the former Templar packed the leftovers to give to everyone.

You could feel your legs getting tired but you didn’t mind one bit, having enjoyed every bit of the preparation for this evening. Maria, having given birth to two sons herself, noticed how you sighed and rubbed your back every 3 minutes and ushered you to the living room along with the rest, insisting that you rest after taking care of them.

You protested but she was as fierce as a lion and it’s not like she would have backed down and so you took her advice, joining the gentlemen and ladies in the living room, taking a seat next to Ziio.

She looked at you, a ghost of smile on her lips as she placed her hand on your belly, deep in thought as she stared at it and you waited for her to say something.

‘’It’s going to be a girl, you’ll see.’’ She spoke in the same confidence as she always did, an almost cocky smirk on her face as the rest raised the eyebrows and Ezio voiced what everybody was thinking.

‘’Let’s place a bet on the baby’s gender, shall we?’’ He grinned and you rolled your eyes playfully, caressing your baby bump as they all roared in excitement, the ones in the kitchen joining the little game that was going on.

‘’The ones that lose will babysit the baby for entire year when it’s needed without any excuse, unless it’s for a mission.’’ Edward suggested, a dangerous glint in his eye and for a moment everyone hesitated, hence Edward calling them a not so appropriate word.

‘’Okay, there is going to be Team boy and Team girl. Who is on Team girl?’’ Maria announced as she raised her hand, Ziio, Haytham, Claudia, Jacob and Elise joining her and you laughed with your whole heart at the situation, Connor admiring from afar once more. Your laughter like the sweetest melody to his ears.

‘’It’s surely gonna be a boy, I mean come on!’’ Edward laughed as threw his hand towards Haytham and Connor, the Templar rolling his eyes at his father’s reasoning.

‘’If Jenny was here would you be saying the same?’’ Evie sassed him even though they were on the same team and everyone made a low ’ooh’ sound, while Edward coughed, feeling a bit embarrassed at the way she outed him.

After making arguments on the baby gender for about an hour and a half, Connor began to get impatient. It wasn’t that he wasn’t enjoying this time with friends and family, but the more he focused on you the more his mind went elsewhere, to things that he wouldn’t dare to speak of to anyone except for you.

Around eleven, the guests began to leave, thanking you a million times for treating them and giving you thousands of wishes about your baby, even trying to bribe you so you could make them godparents.

Haytham and Ziio were the last to leave, as they wanted to give you a special gift. Since Haytham hadn’t been able to give it to his son, given the circumstances, they both decided to gift it to your child, the next Kenway.
They went to the spot with the thousands of baby gifts and lifted the one that was wrapped in the most elegance, with dark brown paper to cover it.

‘’It’s something that my father gave to me once. I pray your- my grandchild won’t have to use it, but in a world we live, they’re most likely going to be involved in the Creed the second they’re able to comprehend what’s happening around them.’’

The Grandmaster said with emotion heavy in his voice, as you carefully tore the paper and saw a wooden box, taking off the case to see what was inside.

It was a wooden sword, a bit rough around the edges and the colour of the handle had faded, probably from the overuse.

Closing it, you placed it gently on the table before standing up and embracing the grandfather, whispering a soft ‘thank you’, knowing that his absence in Connor’s life hurt him more than he showed.

The older man grabbed and squeezed your hand, pulling back and dropping a kiss on your forehead, his eyes speaking volumes and you nodded, smiling as you saw Ziio kiss her son’s cheek, both of them speaking Mohawk as they exchanged a tight embrace.

Once they were finished, she came over to you, placing a kiss on your cheek as well, before giving one last, gentle pat on your belly, her administrations causing baby Kenway to liven up and kick back, a bit too strongly for your taste.

‘’Contact us should you need anything.’’ She smiled and took Haytham’s hand as made their way out of your house and you could say that you admired the couple a lot. They had gone through so much yet their kind of love remained, even got stronger as time progressed.

When the door made the ‘clicking’ sound that implied it was locked, you turned to your husband, raising a suggestive eyebrow as you placed your hands on your hips, waiting for him to make good on his promise.

He grinned, walking slowly over to you as he put his larger hands on your shoulders, guiding you to the wall behind you, before leaning down and capturing your lips in a fiery kiss, his touch making your mind go crazy.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, grabbing his shirt and he paused for a moment to pull it off, while you admired the show.

‘’You are built like a fucking God.’’ You mumbled as your hands traced the scars on the front of his body. You had memorised where each one of them was, but it always fascinated you.

His chest vibrated with a shy chuckle, your compliments always managing to fluster him but he put it aside, leaning down to pull you up in his arms bridal style, walking to your bedroom.

‘’Just like our wedding night?’’ You suggested giggling, before placing your head on his bare shoulder and dropping a kiss on the area there, almost making your man halt for a second before opening the door to your bedroom.
‘’We cannot do half of the stuff of our wedding night because of your bump, but don’t you fret my little dove, I have other ways to satisfy you.’’ His voice got even deeper, if possible and you whimpered just at that.

Connor gently laid you down on your bed, getting rid of one o the hundred dresses you now owned, finding them extremely comfortable when carrying around a baby one month away from being born.

He stared at your covered breasts, having developed an obsession with them during your pregnancy, as they had gotten bigger and juicer and it was like heaven for your husband.

‘’You’re just gonna stare or you’re going to do something about it?’’ You challenged him, reaching behind to unclasp your bra and throw it to the side, laying bare chested under him.

‘’Forgive me, I was just admiring what is mine.’’ He hummed and you squeezed your thighs at his words, while he gently opened them, stepping in the middle as he leaned down and began leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, drifting lower to your breasts, making you arch your back as your hands gripped his shoulders.

He pulled back way too quickly for your taste, resulting you in whining in protest at the loss of his warm touch, which made him smile proudly, knowing that no one ever could have you like that except for him.

‘’Tonight is about making you feel good my love, so lie back and let a man enjoy his beautiful wife.’’ He ordered too sweetly and brushed his lips over yours, his hands rubbing your inner thighs and you could swear if he continued this teasing for a while longer, you wouldn’t be able to last with your hormones on the high.

This time though he was merciful and kept the foreplay normal, before going down on you and making you scream in pleasure as your nails draw angry marks on his back, breaths mixed and lips chasing one another.

And oh boy, did he make good on his promise.

THE END!

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One could say that dealing with grief varies from individual to individual. Others put on a brave smile and a facade, avoiding to deal with it and pretending as if it isn’t there. Others tend to grab a hold of a bottle and never let it go again, drowning their sorrows in alcohol, in desire of being washed away from their pain.

Yes, grief is an emotion that you cannot get accustomed to. They do say time heals all wounds’ and in most cases it’s true but, when all your life you’ve known pain, betrayal and lies, you tend to cling onto the little things that ground you and bring you a sense of peace.

Arno Victor Dorian was no strange to grief. He lost his mother when he was very young, and his father was murdered when he was just a little boy, having no one to take care of him. Then, the De La Serre family came along and took him in, treating him as their own and making him a part of their family.

Francois De La Serre had always been a kind man to him. Offering him a roof and four walls after he was orphaned and later on, providing him with the necessary education and training that he wouldn’t have the chance to participate should he had remained an orphan.

One thing that Francois did not take well was the affections his protege harboured for his only daughter. Elise de La Serre was a force to be reckoned with. She was extremely intelligent and quick-witted for her own good, with a face innocent enough to deceive you.

Things change quite fast though and Arno wasn’t able to keep up with them. One moment he was sneaking into the palace and chasing after Elise and the next he was kneeling over his mentor’s body, screaming for help while the police came and dragged him to prison.

In prison, he met a very important person in his life that in the end, caused him pain once more. Pierre Bellec was a rough man, and one of the most dedicated Assassins in the French Brotherhood.

After becoming aware of Arno’s true heritage and his Eagle Eye ability, he trained him within the walls of the prison and when the time was right, they made their escape and Arno officially became a trainee under Bellec.

Whilst Arno was determined to find who killed his former mentor, other discoveries shook him to the core, clouding his judgement about the everlasting Assassin- Templar feud.

It certainly didn’t help when he discovered that Elise had become the Grand Master of the Templar Order, Pierre’s hatred putting him in a very difficult situation.

Nevertheless they did find who killed Francois De La Serre, and that day had been and still is one of the most painful ones Arno has ever lived.

He’ll never forget trying to pry the debris that had fallen on top of him, while screaming Elise’s name and pleading for her to wait for him. She had always been impulsive though, and that became her very end.

He came out of that tomb broken, carrying the last person that he had loved from his past. And as the Sword of Eden pulsated on his belt, he buried himself into work, the Arno from the past buried along with Elise.

He didn’t know where his allegiance lied. He would have never been as cruel as once Bellec had been, but there was no way he would side with the very people that were the cause of his long- lasting pain.

And so, he became a fearful shadow, chasing away criminals and keeping the people of Paris safe, avoiding to get close with anyone again and trying not to get attached to anyone again.

It was working as far as he was concerned, until one morning he decided to take his coffee at Cafe Theatre. He hadn’t sat down there since he had killed Pierre, feeling somehow a stranger to the place, even though he continued to use it as a base for his earnings, his weapons, maps and everything an Assassins needed.

One rainy morning, he decided to sit in the back of the cafe and examine the world around him. He hadn’t sat alone with his thoughts for a very long time and today seemed the perfect opportunity to think back on his life and probably make amends with his very own self.

‘’Penny for your thoughts?’’ A feminine voice released him from his train of thought and he raised his head only to be met with a familiar face he hadn’t seen in months.

‘’And here I thought Paris was free of your chaos.’’ Arno joked, an easy smile forming on his lips after so long it felt rather strange, but as it expanded at the sound of your giggling, he noticed how good it felt to smile and laugh again.

‘’Well, you’ve enjoyed your peace and quiet long enough, (Y/N) is back in town.’’ You grinned devilishly as you took a seat next to him and Arno took a good look at you.

Your hair had grown since the last time he had seen you, now reaching your shoulders and you had grown a fringe which added a new breath of youth on your face. Instead of wearing old and worn out dresses, you were wearing a dark, blue dress along with some short heels and a hat to match.

‘’Look at you, joining Paris’ high society.’’ He smirked and you snorted in a ‘not so lady like way’ as your aunt used to say, not that you cared about that at all. Taking off your hat and placing it on the table, you shook your head, glad to be rid of this trap they called a hat.

‘’Oh please, you know where Paris' ‘high society’ can kiss me. I just travelled with my aunt and she insisted I wear this very comfortable dress that definitely isn’t making my lungs suffocate.’’

You sarcastically remarked and Arno shook his head as he took a sip of his coffee. You hadn’t changed one bit since the last time he had seen you.

(Y/N) (L/N) was a poor woman working in a grocery store, trying to take care of her two younger siblings, Agathe and Theo. Poor was only referring the amount of money she had, cause she definitely wasn’t a woman that wanted to be pitied nor looked down upon because of her social status.

She was never afraid to get her hands dirty or do a ‘man’s job’. She wasn’t gonna sit with her hands crossed and wait for food to be placed on the table. She took up every job that she could find, but it was never enough. She wanted her siblings to have a warm bath once a week and be able to sleep without freezing in the winter.

Which resulted in her taking up the occupation of a common thief. At first, she had gotten her ass kicked back at her many times, still is wondering how no one had shot her in the middle of the street.

While time passed though, she mastered the skill, moving like a shadow amongst the crowd, knowing how to disguise herself properly. Rich folks were her target always. Those who boasted about their wealth without having a worked a day in their lives. Never robbing common folk that worked day and night to provide for their families.

That’s the way that Arno met her. He was on a mission to steal some important papers for the brotherhood but at the same time (Y/N) was on her own mission, to rob anything fancy she could find in that manor while disguised as a maid.

She managed to get in quite easily, speaking softly at the guards while looking down, as if she was a lost, helpless woman. When one of them made a comment, it took all of her strength to not right hook him.

On the roof of the opposite building, stood the hooded man as he double checked entrances, possible exits and the number of the guards he’d have to deal with if things went south.

Before going in though, his eye fell on one specific woman who wandered the corridors slowly, checking right and left before going into a room and coming out with her bag filled more and more.

‘’Don’t you move mademoiselle, let’s see what your business is here.’’ He mumbled to himself and pulled his hoodie on, jumping off the roof in the most graceful of ways.

Inside, you were feeling relieved at the amount of things you had found. Once you sold those, you’d have enough money for probably the whole month; food, some new clothes and probably some blankets.

Turning around a corner, you spotted another door and sprinted to it carefully, trying not to let the shiny stuff in your bag give you away.

Putting your hand on the handle you found out it was locked. Smirking, you took out of your pockets two pins and crouched so that you were facing the lock.

‘’I always fancied myself a challenge.’’ Your inner self spoke as you began breaking the lock and not sooner than 2 minutes you were in, closing the door silently.

‘’That was definitely impressive.’’ A voice spoke out of nowhere, making you jump out of your skin as you turned to the source of it, finding a man dressed in dark blue robes, a sword on his waist, a gun on the other. He looked intimidating and you weren’t gonna piss him off. From the way he was standing, you had no chance against him.

‘’Don’t worry, I’m not here to report you to the police. In fact, I’m following after you.’’ His tone wasn’t alarming or threatening but quite neutral, with a tint of admiration in it.

He moved swiftly to the corner of the room where it had a desk, raised his arm and unlocked a hidden blade, then cracked a shelf and opened it.

You only stared at him for a bit, before moving on your own business and finding some hidden jewellery, placing it inside your bag before tying it tightly. You had gathered enough for now.

‘’I’m Arno by the way, and having seen your area of expertise, I have a proposition for you.’’ He informed you as he put the papers inside his coat, walking over to the window as he opened it and placed one leg out, before turning for a moment back at you.

‘’Meet me at Cafe Theatre, I believe you’ll like what I have to offer.’’ You could sense a smirk forming on his face as he jumped out and your curiosity was definitely peaked by the hooded man. Plus, you had nothing to lose by agreeing to meet him.

The guards of this mansion were pathetic at their jobs, they didn’t stop you once nor did anybody notice you leaving from the main gates, carrying a full bag that made the distinctive sound expensive things make.

Before going to the meeting with Arno, you dropped by at home, hiding your soon to be money in a spot you had created and borrowing the kitchen knife, should he decided to play any funny business.

Thankfully, the Cafe wasn’t far and you were somehow relieved that he wasn’t some scumbag that would stand you up. Not that you knew him or that he was a friend, but it was a relief to see that people still kept their words sometimes.

Holding your head high, you walked to the table he was sitting and took a seat beside him, the knife hidden safely under your dress.

‘’Would you please take your hoodie down so I can feel that I’m actually talking to someone?’’ You groaned annoyingly, regretting it a little too late. Sometimes you spoke your thoughts without much consideration, a habit that had gotten you in quite a lot of fights.

He actually chuckled, much to your surprise and obliged to your request, pulling his hoodie down as his eyes fell on your face, a playful expression on his,

‘’Better now?’’
‘’Much.’’

You had to admit that he was one of the most handsome men you had witnessed. He had a strong jaw, bright and full of mischief eyes, a smile that could make you do anything and a voice sweet as honey.

‘’Now, may I know your name so I can feel that I’m actually talking to someone?’’ He quoted your words and you scoffed, shaking your head but yet, you couldn’t fight the smile that was forming on your lips.

‘’My name is (Y/N)’’. You said as a waitress brought you both a cup of warm coffee and a biscuit on the side. You were addicted to the delicious smell of fresh brewed coffee.

‘’Let’s talk business (Y/N), shall we?’’ Arno proposed as he took a sip of his hot beverage, before laying out his offer for you.

It was the best business proposition anybody could have ever made you, which was; Do the thing you are best at, stealing and pick pocketing and getting paid for it, quite handsomely.

Arno never mentioned you to any of his colleagues, you were a secret source that would remain like that as long as he could help it. As your partnership progressed further you became friends, told each other of your families and your past.

He would never risk your siblings losing their big sister because of him or his mission. It wasn’t your burden to carry so he never informed you why you had to steal what you had to steal and you never asked, seeing as that Arno was dead serious about keeping it a secret.

You would have been lying to yourself if you didn’t admit to the feelings you had grown for the troubled man. He was so different from anybody in France, not afraid to get down to business but also having some sort of sentimentality and compassion, even for his enemies.

And you thought that he also felt it, the attraction between the two of you. Whenever you gave him papers and your fingers brushed one another you’d glance up at him, catching his eyes in the process but never speaking on it.

Then, Elise came into the picture once again and they began working together and whatever feelings you suspected he had for you, were left to rot in the dust. You’d marvel at the way he stared up at her, begged her to let him help her and willing to betray everyone he knew to aid her in her revenge for her father’s death.

He wouldn’t contact you as frequently as he used to before working with Elise permanently and even though you had sworn you’d never let a man affect you so much, he had made his way into your heart and you couldn’t just forget him.

Your aunt Coraline came into the picture at the right time. You were desperate to leave Paris even for a little while, to pretend that Arno never existed and you never lived this adventure with him.

The night before you left, you sent him a message to meet you at the neighbourhood you lived, saying you had something important to inform him of.

Working with Arno for a while, you had grown accustomed to looking up and searching for a quick and swift shadow in the night. Not that it was easy to spot him. Most of the times he managed to sneak up on you, a thing you despised more than anything.

‘’You called for me?” His voice causing you to let a small shriek as you turned around so quickly your neck cracked, holding your chest as you sighed angrily, his short laugh soothing your startled body.

‘’Arno, would you please stop sneaking up on me!’’ You spat at him as you punched his shoulder, making him laugh once more as he brought you into a hug, patting your back in the process.

The hug made you want to confess every little thing you thought of him, to kiss him passionately and hold him in your arms forever.

‘’I’m sorry ma petite voleuse. Tell me, what’s wrong.’’ He asked, genuine concern in his voice as you walked inside your now empty apartment and you noticed the worried glance he cast around the place.

‘’I’m going over to my aunt’s for a little bit. She hadn’t seen me since I was a little kid and I want Agathe and Theo to live in a home where they can have whatever snack they want, whenever they want it.’’

You sighed sadly and Arno cupped your face, looking deeply into your eyes and there was something in his that you couldn’t figure out. It was as if there was some sort of hesitance in his gaze.

‘’You’ve dedicated your whole life to taking care of them. You’re the best big sister they could ever have, so you better not be blaming yourself.’’ He said sternly, his touch providing a sense of comfort that eased your mind’s worries in a matter of seconds.

‘’And you’ve done so much for me, risking your life everyday. You deserve a vacation, I’ll be able to manage without you, but you better come back.’’

He joked as he leant down and kissed your forehead, his hands leaving your cheeks as he turned to look at you one more time before disappearing into the night.

You stood there for a few seconds, still feeling his lips on your skin and you let your head fall back, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, filling your lungs with as much oxygen as you could, before slowly exhaling and opening them again.

Abandoning Paris seemed the only reasonable plan for now and you couldn’t wait, trying not to think of him on the way to your aunt’s village.

Which brings us to the present. You had promised him that you would return and that you did, finding him in the very first place you saw his face and everything started.

Taking a good look at him, you noticed the small but very specific details. He looked worn out, black bags under his eyes, wrinkles on his forehead and one or two new scars on his face.

His eyes though are what shook you the most. Before you left, there was always a playful glint, a kind of childish mischief that keeps one sane, but now it was gone.

Feeling brave, you lifted your hand to grasp his and he looked at you briefly, finding kind and understanding eyes as he brought his other hand up and covered yours, sighing.

‘’I lost Elise in the fight.’’ He whispered but you heard him perfectly well, your eyes widening as you bit the inside of your cheek. Yes, you weren’t a fan of her for numerous reasons, but Arno loved her to the ends of the earth since their childhood.

‘’I’m so sorry, I wish I was here to stand by your side.’’ You mumbled in a soft spoken tone but he only shook his head, offering you a small but genuine smile.

‘’I’m already feeling better now that you’re here. I missed you a lot ma petite voleuse.” He grinned, not letting go of your hand, not that you wanted him, you were perfectly comfortable like that.

‘’I missed you too, I couldn’t cause too much trouble up there. No, they tried to train me on how to act like a lady along with Agathe.’’ You scoffed and rolled your eyes back, Arno grinning to himself and you decided to tease him, your main goal being to ease hum of his burden.

‘’Why are you laughing Mister Dorian? You implying something?’’ You got closer to his face and he offered you a guilty smile, getting even closer to you, your noses barely touching and your eyes holding an intense stare.

‘’Oh, I am not implying anything that isn’t already known Miss (L/N).’’ He said seriously and not even a second passed where you both burst out laughing, so loud that the rest of the people turned to you, but you didn’t care. You were happy you were back home with Arno.

‘’Come on, let’s go somewhere where they will not throw us out.’’ He suggested and you nodded, standing up together you bumped into one another, faces inches apart once more. How you wanted him to close that god forsaken gap and kiss you.

Although, you had to remember that Arno suffered again one more big loss. His old sweetheart and you didn’t know how that had affected him deep down. He was always good at putting on facades to hide his true emotions.

While strolling along the street of Paris, you bought a cheap wine from your favourite store and helped yourselves on a roof. The Master Assassin helped you climb up and you marvelled once more at his skillset. At the graceful way his body moved up as he joined you.

‘’Now that is what I missed the most, sitting here with you, drinking the cheapest wine and talking about anything and nothing.’’

You sighed in content as you opened the bottle and took a sip, the bitterness of the beverage hitting your taste buds like a fast train after spending a long time of not drinking much alcohol. You passed the bottle to your companion and he also took a long sip and you watched as a lone drop made its way down his chin and you subconsciously licked your own lips.

‘’I am actually so fucking glad that you are home because I do not know if I can survive this alone. I had Elise up until now, even if we weren’t on the best of terms, I know she was here.’’ He stopped, taking another, long sip of the wine that tasted even more bitter now.

‘’And the worst part is? I stood there doing nothing, trying to pry off stones while she ran to him. For a moment, I thought I had gotten to her, I really did. Then, the dust cleared and her body was unmoving and scraped.’’
He finished and shook his head, going to take another sip but your soft hand landed on top of his and took the bottle, placing it next to you as you reversed the roles, holding onto his hands tightly.

‘’Arno, I will never understand why you have suffered through so much pain in your life and I’ll always admire your strength and ability to always go forward, no matter what brings you down, you always get back up, you always find the light at the end of the tunnel.’’

You paused, now letting go of his hand and grabbing the bottle, taking a long gulp and squinting your eyes at the feeling. You welcomed the bitterness pleasantly.

‘’No matter what happens, I will always be here for you. You will never lose me even if God himself wants it, I’ll stand by your side forever. And even though now it’s definitely not the right time, I have to get this off of my chest.’’

Your words were stuck in your throat and Arno was patiently waiting, his eyes full of confusion and anticipation and never leaving your face. You sighed and raised the bottle to your lips before throwing it back and hearing it shatter.

And so you leaned forward and kissed him, cupping his cheeks and bringing his face as close as possible. You expected him to pull back, to push you and say that his heart is forever with Elise.

The only thing you felt was his strong arm wrap around your waist and pull you into his lap, hungry lips chasing yours, leaving you no space to breathe but you didn’t care. It was like your body craved him more than air at the moment.

He reluctantly pulled back, his chest heaving up and down as he looked at the way the dawn lit your features. You looked like a damn painting, his damn painting.

‘’Finally. I always felt drawn to you, not knowing how or why. It scared me that a new person made feel like this so soon. I’ve always loved Elise and my past self will love her until his very end. We both knew that we would never be together, our beliefs being more different than similar. With you, I don’t care though, I’m just Arno, I never try to be something else than myself and I feel comfortable.’’

Your hands had gone around his neck, playing with the end of his hoodie as you listened carefully, your heart beating rapidly that you were worried the man in front of you would hear it as well.

‘’When you left I realised how much your presence affected me. It was like my days were void of your playfulness and mischief. And when I heard your voice today, I’ve never felt such relief.’’

He ended his confession with a passionate kiss that you eagerly recuperated, and his fingers grasped your hips tightly, pulling you flush against him which earned a small whisper from you.

You gently pushed him back on the cold ground of the roof, not breaking the kiss as you bit his lower lip, your tongue invading his mouth as they fought for dominance, your mind feeling hazy and your body high on hormones. You were levitating above the clouds.

Arno’s fingers found themselves at the back of your dress, before tearing them with a force you didn’t expect from him, a force that made you gasp as the cold air hit your back.

‘’I’ve waited so long for this ma petite voleuse’’ He groaned, looking up at you with eyes full of desire as he got rid of his gloved, his warm hands coming into contact with your cold back.

He brought you down and kissed you again, rolling you around as he took off his coat with quick movements, his muscles visible under his shirt. He lifted you and placed the coat underneath you. Always the ever caring man.

‘’You can never leave me (Y/N).’’ He begged as your eyes locked and you smiled softly at him, leaning up and kissing him softer this time, as if sealing a promise.

‘’I will never. As long as you do the same my love.’’ You whispered and he nodded, kissing you again as he trapped you underneath his body, hands starting to slowly untie your corset, the bruising of his fingers making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

You were the light at the end of the dark tunnel.

You are the light at the end of his darkness.

THE END!

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The relationship between siblings can be quite the complicated bond, even more when you’re twins and come into the world at the same time. The first person you’ve ever known is your brother or sister, in your mother’s womb. There’s a sort of connection between siblings that cannot be replaced nor can be explained based on words. It’s something much deeper than that.

Jacob and Evie Frye were thick as thieves in their childhood. At the age where they started to become aware of their father’s occupation, all they wanted was to impress him and join him on his mission. The urge was even more intensified when they lost their mother, sitting in their room for days while embracing one another, trying to provide some sort of comfort.

Their differences came on the surface when they began their Assassin training. While, Evie was more strategical and sneaky, analysing every possible outcome and every consequence, Jacob was impulsive and quick to act, the dream of someday having his own gang never truly leaving his heart.

Yes, each of them were excellent in their own skillset, but they still shared the Frye stubbornness that they inherited from the Master Assassin, Ethan Frye. Poor George couldn’t keep up with them from one point and on, they were uncontrollable. More than ready to join the fight and their father’s friend running out of excuses to stop them.

It was inevitable, if George was being honest with himself. He was standing there, looking up at them moments before they jumped on the train to London as it disappeared in the distance. He could only pray that the twins would find the right way and stay safe.

Those days, London wasn’t very welcoming to the Assassin Brotherhood. The Templars had expanded their territory in every single corner of the city, their hold strong and unmovable. The people lived under fear, working in poor conditions and most of the time, not even having enough food to feed their children, if they weren’t working alongside them.

There was so much to do and in so little time, however it was really beneficial that the twins had different goals and missions to pursue, except for their main one; Liberate London from the Templar Order and most importantly, of Crawford Starrick’s Tyranny.

Working their way through the Grand Master’s ranks, Jacob found himself working with Maxwell Roth, one of Starrick’s henchmen. Roth was a cruel man, Mean in every way possible way and taking lives as if there were countless to take. The Frye brother didn’t know why he continued to meet up with him and hear him talk, hear him make promises and threats, even threatening the boss himself.

The only reason the Assassin hadn’t killed the insane man was because he was conflicted on the inside. Certain emotions had began to rise, emotions that as a young teenager he tried to hide, bury under training, studying, everything that he could find to keep himself busy and not thinking about the specific matter.

Evie, often scolded him on being a womaniser from an early age. Flirting with the neighbours’ daughters, the market’s workers or the newspaper girl. He found women very attractive and he wasn’t afraid to pursue them. He prided himself in being charismatic while flirting, knowing how to compliment and plus? He wasn’t too hard on the eyes.

Besides the attraction to women, he also felt the same about boys. A secret he had told no one, ever. He would never mention to anybody how, whenever the boy that used to work at the bakery around the corner would smile at him and Jacob would blush, denying the possibility of being feeling int hat certain way towards boys. What would his mother think? Evie?

His greatest fear was his father finding out about his guilty secret. Would he be angry? Disappointed in his son that he isn’t the man he hoped he would be? Would he exile him from the brotherhood, look down upon him in shame?

Jacob would never figure out about any of that though. It was strange how in a way, Ethan’s death offered him a sense of relief, knowing that he would never be looked down by him, or at least while he was alive.

He had often thought about telling Evie, She had always been his confidant no matter what. About serious or silly matters, about a girl breaking his heart or having difficulties in studying. He trusted her more than his own self, he would never be afraid to tell her anything.

Yet, he still hadn’t revealed his deepest secret to her. Something always stopped him from opening his mouth and saying those words. So, he locked the confession in the furthest corner of his mind and focused on the matter at hand; Assassinating Maxwell Roth and ending his needless killing and unmatched cruelty.

Jacob could hear Roth speaking to him, taunting him and mocking him but he paid no mind. He walked through the fancy dressed women of the upper floor and made his way to the backstage. Climbing up, he reached the top, overseeing the rest of the stage.

His eyes focused on his target and he took a deep breath, letting his feet fly as he threw his arm in the air, the hidden blade reaching out and cutting through the air, before cutting Roth’s neck as Jacob landed on top of him.

Next thing he felt was lips on his, and his eyes widened as he threw Roth down, spitting the blood from his mouth as he stepped back, a horrified expression on the Assassin as he witnessed the last moments of Roth’s life.

He was so distracted by what had happened that he remained lost in his own little world for a few seconds, before a scream reached his ears and the scent of smoke filled his nostrils. Eyes blinking, be looked around, fire making its way towards the centre of the ballroom and so he ran for his life, climbing and swinging, eyes burning from the smoke, body heaving from the heat and his mind running a hundred miles per hours.

Making sure he was in a safe distance from the burning building, he shut his eyes and leant against the nearest wall, taking off his hat and throwing it on the floor as he ran his fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp.

His legs slipped and his ass met the floor. Jacob let his head fall back, taking deep breaths and humming to himself, a nervous habit he had picked when he felt this way.

Having calmed down, he cleared his throat and grabbed his hat, swiping off the dust before placing it on the top of his head. Looking up, he flicked his hand up, launching his rope as he made his way up the building in calculated steps, holding on the ledge and placing his feet on the rooftop.

He gazed over the city in front of him, the moonlight casting a ghostly veil over it. Knowing that he could use a break, he decided to make his way back to the train the next day. He needed time to think.

The next day,

Evie sighed frustrated as she looked at the wall where they had placed the map of the city, along with the process they had made. Henry had informed her of Jacob’s success yesterday but he still hadn’t come back, which settled a great deal of worry into her heart.

A man landing inside the train interrupted her train of thought. The female assassin turned her head and sighed, relieved her brother was safe and sound. She was about to reprimand him on the fact that his killing was all over the newspapers and that word had traveled incredibly fast for her liking, until she noticed how his eyes hadn’t met hers yet, nor had he offered a snarky or boastful remark about his work.

‘’Jacob, are you alright?’’ She asked worried, making her way over to him as she put her hand on his arm and he finally looked up at her. His eyes lacked the usual over confidence, instead filled with hesitance and fear. The kind of fear you see in a child’s eyes after a scary story. The fear that is soothed through comforting words and actions.

‘’What happened? Are you hurt?’’ The sister questioned once again, leading him to the couch as they both sat down and he gulped, grabbing her hand and holding it in both of his. Biting his lip, he let his shoulders fall back as his eyes settled on her face.

He could feel his heartbeat on every inch of his skin. On his ears, his chest, his fingers, even his feet.

‘’No coming back now.’’ He mumbled to himself and let out the truth, after so many years of keeping it hidden.

‘’I like men. The same way that I like women.’’ Jacob said quickly but it just felt so good. If he could, he would have grown out wings and flown, that’s how heavy the burden of this secret was.

‘’I know.’’ She said just as quietly and his eyebrows furrowed, searching in her eyes for an explanation. The fear of not being accepted rising once again.

‘’I had gathered when we were teenagers, but I was sure during our field training. You kept looking at another trainee when you thought no one was paying attention, but I was.’’ Of Course your were.

‘’I didn’t want to pressure you into telling me. I’ve seen how people with different sexualities are treated and I’d never want that for you. I figured you’d tell me when you were ready. Although-‘’

Her sentence was cut short as Jacob brought her against his chest, into a tight hug. They hadn’t shared one of these in a long time. That didn’t matter now though. What mattered is that his sister accepted him, understood him.

Evie felt her eyes water but she’d never admit it, returning the hug with the same strength, now feeling at ease that Jacob had shared it with her. She had seen him struggle for so much time, unable to tell him that it was nothing to be ashamed of, that you cannot choose who you love.

‘’Thank you.’’

THE END!

Chapter Text

The Aegean Sea shone under the bright sunlight, waves crashing angrily against one another as the Pegasos figurehead split the sea in two, the crew rowing hard and fast. The Captain of the Adrestia screamed orders at his men, while the Eagle Bearer was lost in thought, staring into the open world in front of him.

‘’Where are we off to now?’’ Herodotus asked him. The wise historian had left Athens , joining him on his, until now, endless journey to find his family and lift the veil of tyranny that the Cult of Kosmos had cast all over Hellas.

‘’We are heading towards the island of Crete. A friend of mine is in dire need of my help.’’ Alexios kept his sentences short, afraid that were he to get deeper into the matter, he’d say things that would make the wise man next to him blush.

Of course, you weren’t just a friend, not anymore at least. The first time you two had met was when you were just little children, a short time after Alexios was cast out of Sparta and washed up on the shores of Kephallonia.

Alexios bumped into you when he was on one of his many errands for Markos.
Crossing the busy streets in Sami, he was carrying a bag of trinkets to sell and get drachmae for them. The young child was greeting people, smiling and waving at them when he saw a young boy, same age as him hit a dog.

The creature whined and stepped back, guilt and hurt in his eyes as he let his ears fall, his tail on the ground. The child kept screaming at it, Alexios feeling his broken spear burning on his waistline. He furrowed his brows, changing his route and heading towards the scene, when an apple was thrown in the face of the child, causing it to cry out.

Then, like the rush of the wind, you ran on the cobbled ground and stepped in front of the dog, shielding it from the ignorant peasant.

‘’That’s what you get for hurting animals like that! Run back to your mater and you better tell her what you did! Or I’ll throw at you even more apples!’’ You shouted and the boy nodded, scrambling from the floor and running back to his home.

‘’I’m so sorry boy.’’ You mumbled in a much gentler voice, kneeling down and scratching it behind the ears, a smile forming as you watched it get happy again. His tale began wagging and he began licking your face, causing you to giggle.

Alexios was stunned, witnessing the whole thing in front of him. He knew first had that women could be just as aggressive and powerful in battle as men. For Zeus’ sake, his mother was the daughter of Leonidas of Sparta and he knew first hand how harsh her way could be in training.

You stood up, ready to leave when a voice called out, making you stop and turning your head to see who it was, your eyes falling on a boy around the same age as you, walking slowly towards you. He held a sack, of coins probably and strangely enough, had a weapon attached to his belt.

‘’That was very brave, thank you for saving the dog. I’d have stepped in myself but you got here first. I’m Alexios.’’ The boy introduced himself as the dog went over to his feet, sniffing him and deeming him worthy of his attention, lying down on his back and asking for belly rubs.

‘’Aeschylus is always tormenting animals because his father was eaten by wolves. Not that it was their fault. His father was hunting them incessantly and treading way too close for a human. But, it’s actually nice to meet you Alexios. I’m (Y/N).’’ You smiled and joined him in petting the dog, happy you had made a friend.

The rest was actually history. You two became inseparable. Going everywhere together, eating together, playing together, exploring the island together. Often, Alexios would come to your house and spend the night there, content with having some sort of family to look after him.

You had shared your deepest secrets with one another. Alexios had told you about his true heritage, about his spear, his father, his mother and sister and that fateful night on Mount Taygetos. On the other side, you had told him of your family’s exile from Athens. Your father wouldn’t agree to paying so many taxes so a few people could bathe in riches while the working class suffered.

Thus, they called him a traitor to the city and so one night, you packed all your stuff and sailed to the island and got settled in. Yes, it wasn’t as busy as it Athens nor as huge, but it was peaceful and you treasured it. Plus, in Athens, it was like women were reserved only to birth children and bring them up. No way in hell you’d be tamed so easily.

You wanted to become a fighter, to walk and for the ground to shake underneath you. Even though, your mother wasn’t the slightest fan of the idea, your father was happy to train you. You were like the son he had never gotten, not that he didn’t love you. He was happy to hear that you were a fighting spirit though.

As you grew up and as your faces and bodies matured, your friendship began to change, for the better some might say. Your mother had noticed that every time you would go out with Alexios, you’d pay extra care to the way your hair looked, or which dress you would wear.

She wouldn’t comment on it, but she smirked to herself nonetheless. Your father not being too happy about it, watching his little girl grow up and get into relationships was something he hadn’t considered. He preferred the short, little one that would challenge him to a duel with her wooden sword.

In your eyes, Alexios was the most handsome man you had seen. You had expected change as your bodies welcomed puberty, but it was like he had a complete transformation. His hair now was down to his neck, always walking with a half bun. His height had doubled and his back and shoulders had widened to an extent that sometimes he wouldn’t fit through doors.

His legs were strong and steady and with each walking step, his muscles flexed. If you had to admit one of your favourite physical features off Alexios’, it would definitely be his legs. Having seen him in action, those legs could throw you off of a cliff.

The admiration wasn’t one sided, that’s for sure.

Your features matured, your breasts growing and when Alexios noticed them for the first time behind your dress, he desperately tried to not stare too much. He adored that you weren’t afraid to get your hands dirty and work. Thus, your hands weren’t soft to the touch but calloused from helping people around the island, and tending to Markos’ errands when Alexios didn’t have enough time for all of them.

Both you and Alexios will never forget the time when you almost kissed.
It was a hot day and you were angry. Angry at how this island seemed to never change, angry that your parents wouldn’t let you travel out to the rest of the Greek World, angry that your fondness, no, your adoration for Alexios just seemed to increase every time you saw him.

Grabbing your father’s sword, you walked to the training ground of your house and began swinging at the wooden statue you used to training, the metal cutting deep into the figure.

‘’Wouldn’t want to be that guy.’’ Alexios voice interrupted your bubble of concentration and you took a deep breath, wiping your forehead to get rid of the sweat, before turning your body to the source of the sound.

‘’Better keep your distance then.’’ You sarcastically remarked and he smirked, walking towards you as he took off his broken spear and sword, pointing the former at you.

‘’How about a real fight? I would never hurt you of course, but it’s better to have an opponent that strikes back. You’ll blow off some real steam.’’ He suggested and you looked down at your sword, a grin forming on your lips. Why not? Maybe if you beat him, your father would accept the fact that you were ready to leave this godforsaken island and open the doors to the real world.

‘’Hope your ego isn’t fragile.’’ You joked, getting into your fighting stance as he copied your moments, and you began to circle each other. Alongside, you had fought off many bandits and so, your fighting patterns weren’t unknown to one another. You were just waiting for the right moment.

And you took the opportunity. Diving straight into him, he blocked you with both spear and sword, pushing you back with force, the cocky smile on his face fuelling your frustration even more. This time he went for you, but you blocked his spear and kicked his knee, causing him to grunt and kneel in the process, giving you time to kick away his sword, hearing it clatter somewhere in the background.

Priding yourself in having the advantage, you dropped your guard, a terrible mistake. He flew off of the ground, throwing himself on to you as you landed on the white marbles with a *thud*, Alexios grabbing a hold of your sword as he threw it carelessly somewhere, the cold metal of his spear making goosebumps rise on your neck.

‘’Hope your ego isn’t fragile.’’ He quoted you with a tint of smugness in his voice and you nodded carefully, making sure the sharp blade of his didn’t cut you in the process. He let out a laugh and that was your shining moment.

You tangled your feet with his, using all of your force to flip the both of you. Goddamn this man and his kilos of muscle! Being distracted, the Eagle Bearer didn’t have enough time to react, joining you on the ground, but this time you straddled him, the spear in your own hands as you placed it dangerously close to his neck. Alexios though was never a man to not have the final word. His hands quickly wrapped themselves around yours, causing you to cry out at the sudden pressure as the spear broke free of your grip and he flipped you once more, pinning your hands down, his whole body covering yours, giving you no chance to escape.

Your bodies were on fire. Not only from the heart workout routine, but from the close proximity. He smelt of fresh fruit and of the saltness of the sea. He probably had gone for a swim, searching for lost goods. The feeling of his hands on your skin was heavenly, inappropriate thoughts and pictures forming in your mind and it took all of your willpower not to let out a sigh.

From Alexios’ perspective, you looked like a goddess underneath him. Your hair had broken free from the loose braid and some patches of hair even clung to your sweaty cheeks. His eyes then drifted to your slightly parted lips and he subconsciously licked his own, his grip tightening for a second to contain his needs. If he moved the lower part of his body against yours, he didn’t know what he would do. He had caged your legs between his and as his eyes met yours again he felt it;

He desperately needed to kiss you, to feel those lips move against his as you brought him closer to your body. His mind was going hundred miles per hour and his body moving on its own accord, leaning down and hearing you let out that sigh you tried so hard to keep in.

You were so close to meeting in the middle when your mother’s voice entered the little world the two of you had travelled in, pulling you violently back to reality.

The Eagle Bearer scrambled back to his feet and you felt a sense of emptiness pass you by in the space which was previously occupied by his body. You only raised yourself enough to support your weight on your elbows, looking up at him and waiting for something, anything.

The only sound was the birds chirping and a goat bleating but they sounded far away. Alexios only cleared his throat before walking towards the opposite side, and you didn’t stop him, feeling disappointed and heartbroken. It wasn’t entirely his fault, you could have said something as well, even though he had made the first move.

Standing up with purpose, you headed to your house and got in, a plan in mind. You crossed the living room and climbed up to your room, grabbing a bag and filling it with the most comfortable clothes you had, along with your hairbrush.

‘’What are you doing?’’ Your mother’s voice distracted you from your mechanic movements and you turned to face her, as you fastened your bag closed, before throwing it over your shoulder.

‘’I am joining the fighting crew that arrived in Kephallonia some days ago. Heard that their captain is fair and that they’re a female crew, therefore I’ll be able to get in just fine.’’

You explained and watched as your mother’s face went through a plethora of emotions; shock, anger, disbelief, denial. She wasn’t going to stop you though. You were already planning on leaving this island and today gave you the perfect excuse. You were sure that you wouldn’t be able to stand next to Alexios again and pretending as if you were just simple friends. You weren’t. He was the love of your life and it hurt that you were too scared to confess. Not that it mattered anymore.

Your parents walked you to the harbour, wanting to say one final goodbye to their daughter, not knowing if they would ever see you again. They weren’t happy with your decision, not in the least. But it was better to be able to say goodbye, rather than wake up one day and find out you were gone.

Your crew welcomed you with open arms and endless cheers, happy to have one more with them to roam the seas. They helped you get better in fighting and soon you were one of the best. No one else handled the sword and dagger quite like you. You attacked Pirates and saved the poor people getting robed, earning drachma in the process. You fought with Poseidon’s wrath, as the angry seas tried more than once to land you at the bottom of the ocean. You came face to face with Zeus’ weatherly madness, the thunder so loud and blinding that sometimes you thought you wouldn’t get to see tomorrow.

There were days when you considered this the best decision you had ever made in your life. Some nights, as you laid down and stared up at the starry night, he occupied your thoughts with dreams and false hopes that you quickly got rid of.

Right now, you were chasing a weird looking ship. Crew wearing weird looking masks, their captain wearing an even stranger one and they had attacked you more than once, almost sinking you in the process. You had grown sick of them and taking a vote, you were in pursuit of them.

They led you to the island of Crete. One of the most magical islands in your opinion. It was was endless land of surprises and hidden treasures. You had visited the Arena sometimes, even participated and brought some fighters to their knees. That was quite enjoyable. Jumping from the ship, you landed on the docks and entered the city.

You began asking around for information about the creepily masked people. Some gave you false information, some straight up told you to fuck off while others, for the right price gave you valuable tips. You spent days and nights tracking them, finding their hideouts and the people they were acquainted with.

Forming the perfect plan to ambush them, you sharpened your weapons, refilled your quiver and went into the dark night, on a mission to slay some malakes. When going into battle, even a stealthy one, one is advised to keep their wits to themselves, no fight is sure.

Maybe, they had been smarter than you had anticipated them to be. The moment you stepped into their villa, arrows flew out and not from your side. Guards wearing shiny armour and disturbing masks swarmed in like bees, cornering you and your girls.

Your crew went down with a nasty fight. You screamed, stabbed, kicked, punched with every inch of your being. Sadly, they were too many for you and suddenly your fellow warriors fell down, the ground coated in blood from both your side and theirs.

While they killed the others mercilessly, they seemed to hold back when it came to you. You couldn’t understand why, your anger fuelled as your friends died but there were still so fucking many of them.

‘’You’ve lost! Surrender you whore!’’ One brute screamed and you sighed, looking down and letting your sword fall from your grip and on the sand, still holding tightly to your dagger.. You would make a last stand though, for yourself and for your fallen fighters.

Raising your head, you looked at the asshole that called you a whore and took a deep breath. Before they realised what was happening, your dagger had cut through the air and into his skull, cutting it in half as blood erupted from his falling body.

The Guards of the Cult screamed and ran to restraint you, kicking your legs and forcing you to kneel, silent even though they kicked you again and again. You wouldn’t given them the satisfaction. Their time would come soon, you were sure of that.

You were right in one sense. Your saviour was sailing into Crete’s harbour, his protector flying over his head and examining the city coming into view. Barnabas joined Alexios’ side, knowing well enough that the younger’s man thoughts were occupied with something personal. After travelling with him for months, he had grown to learn of his moods.

‘’Who is your friend that we came to save?’’ He asked, noticing how Alexios took a sigh and let his shoulders fall back before crossing his arms as he turned to the older man.

‘’My first friend in Kephallonia. Her name is (Y/N) and we did not part on good terms.’’ He ended his sentence firmly, his eyes speaking much more than his mouth did.

‘’Alexios, you know I respect you and I never ask you who we are chasing, because I trust you. But trust Barnabas when he says; It’s obvious she means much more to you. Even if you did not part on good terms, you have time to make up for it. So, take the leap.’’

Barnabas smiled, patting Alexios before going back to shouting orders at his men, his words having affected the Spartan greatly, memories of you flashing in his mind. A hopeful feeling rising in his chest at the thought of reuniting with you. Would you remember him? Would you have forgiven him for leaving that day with no explanation?

Lost in his thoughts, Alexios realised they had reached their destination when Barnabas yelled; ‘’Sails down!’’. He jumped from the ship and on the docks, taking a moment to examine the people in front of him.

There were children playing and chasing around one another, even stealing an apple or so. The markets were busy with shouting, men trying to sell their merchandise, women reprimanding the kids that bumped into them.

The scene reminded him very much of his childhood in Kephallonia. Shaking his head, he began walking into the city. He would have time to relish in the memories of the past once he had found you. After a discussion with Herodotus, they had reached the conclusion that the Cult had found out about your existence and your previous relationship to him had made you a target.

‘’I’m coming to save you sweetheart.’’ He whispered to himself and went to buy a horse, ready to begin his very important quest; making amends with his past, maybe something more.

Day and night seemed the same to you. Every day, they came in and asked you about Alexios, talking of his bloodline and lost family. Every day, you spit at them and told them that you would say nothing. Not that you understood half of the bullshit they were throwing at you, but Alexios was your one and only, you’d never betray him, the years of not seeing him not easing your pain about your history with him.

You had even grown accustomed to the rats coming in and out of your cell. Your body was sore from the countless punches and kicks you had received, some on the name of those you had murdered, others because of the fact that you weren’t spilling any information.

Your clothes were stained with blood, and torn at the edges and if you weren’t hurting so bad, you would complain at the fact that you hadn’t showered in so long.

You were humming a song your mother had taught you, remembering your parents’ faces, your eyes welling up with tears as the sky joined you in your fragile emotional state, the rain making its way through the gaps of your cell and hitting your legs.

You would smile if it weren’t for the busted lip that ached like a little bitch. Footsteps were heard on the stairs which resulted in you taking a deep breath preparing yourself mentally for another beating yet again. Instead of mocking tones and swear words thrown at you, your ears were met with yells of effort and painful shrieks.

‘’Where is she?!’’ A male voice roared and a sob escaped you before you were able to comprehend it. Next thing you saw was the guard landing on the muddy floor in front of your jail cell, his throat slit.

Your hero came dressed in brown leather, arrow safely strapped to his back as he held his infamous, broken spear in one hand, landing with his back facing you. The tears finally made their way down your face, feeling safe and relieved after so many days of being captured and spit on.

‘’Alexios.’’ Calling out his name felt good in ways that you couldn’t explain. He turned to the source of your voice and he took out his spear, breaking the lock and kicking the door open.

‘’I’m here sweetheart, I’m here.’’ He spoke calmly, kneeling by your side as he inspected your bruised and battered body, gritting his teeth and fisting his hands. He had half the mind to get up and slaughter each and every one of them on the island. But you needed him more.

‘’The Gods listened to my prayers, they sent a saviour for me.’’ You whimpered, finding the strength to lift your hand and cup his stubby cheek. By the Gods, you had missed him.

‘’I’m not leaving you again sweetheart, stay with me.’’ Alexios mumbled, seeing as your eyes began closing more frequently and your body was slumping, his heart filling with worry and agony.

‘’I love you, my saviour.’’ You muttered before unconsciousness took you over and you fell against his body. For a few precious seconds that seemed to last an eternity, Alexios processed your words and looked down at you, when he set his body into automatic mode, burying the thoughts and acting out of instinct.

The warrior lifted you bridal style and ran for his life, for your life. He reached his horse in a matter of minutes, situating you in front of him before climbing on and he urged the horse to run as fast as possible. Usually he respected the company of horses, let them rest and gave them treats. This time though his mind was occupied with only one thought; your survival.

The horse neighed and protested, but Alexios only held screamed at his mare to faster, holding you close by your shoulder, his fingers on your pulse point in order to feel your heartbeat, which was getting fainter and fainter.

‘’Hold on sweetheart, hold on for me.’’ He whispered as the harbour came into view, the Adrestia coming closer and closer. He ran through the city, knocking over people and stalls and he would worry about that later. He halted the horse, the poor animal breathing heavily as it let its neck fall down.

The man in agony gently grabbed you and ran to the Adrestia, jumping on as he made his way to his corridors, shouldering the door open and running to his bed, placing you gently on it before letting out a scream that shook the ship to its core.

‘’BARNABAS! HERODOTUS!’’ Footsteps were heard as the captain and the historian followed the yelling, standing frozen at the door for a second, taking in the scene in front of them. Alexios, his clothes bloodied and his face marked by fear and despair and then there was you; dehydrated body full of bruises and marks, a torn dress covering your dignity.

‘’Help her’’ He whispered in a hoarse voice and they took action, shutting the door as Barnabas headed to a cupboard, taking some bandages, a clean amphora and some special, pirate ointment. Alexios stayed with you while they took care of you, brushing your hair back and taking care of the bruises on your face.

When the three of them were finished, you were wearing fresh clothes, your body was clean of the dirt and the dried blood and he had braided your hair so that it wouldn’t bother you until you had enough strength to have a bath.

He thanked the older men and shut the doors to his private corridors, before walking over to you and kneeling next to your bed, facing you as h grabbed your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles. Resting his forehead against it, he shut his eyes and prayed that you would make it through the night. He pleaded that you would make it through the night.

There was so much left to say to you and yet, a lifetime didn’t seem enough. Now that he took a moment after such a hectic day, tiredness soon cast itself around him like a veil and he fell asleep against your hand, his mind filled with memories of you.

The first thing you felt when joining the world was the aching of your body. Even your toes seemed to hurt at this point. You groaned, opening your eyes slowly and squinting for a few moments, trying to adjust to the light of the room.

You felt your right hand heavier than the left and cast a glance at your side, seeing your soulmate sleeping soundly while gripping your hand tightly, even in his slumber.

You didn’t want to interrupt him but you couldn’t feel your hand, so you turned to your right and brought your left hand on his shoulder, slightly scratching his bare arm. He grumbled in the process and turned his head to you, opening his eyes and offering you a smile, not realising that you were awake.

The next second, his eyes flew open and he straightened his body, leaning up to cup your face as he caressed your cheekbones gently, all sleep vanished from his face.

‘’Welcome back to the living sweetheart. You had me scared back there.’’ He sighed and you giggled softly, the sound making his heart sing. How had he been able to survive without seeing you everyday? Without listening to your bad jokes and offering you his advice when you felt lost and confided in him?

‘’Got your attention didn’t it?’’ You winked at him, watching as he let out that laugh you adored so much. He shook his head, removing his palm from your cheek and grabbing your hand again, placing a kiss on your knuckles, caressing them with his thumb.

‘’I never thoug-
‘’I love you.’’

He cut your sentence short and your eyes snapped to meet his. You blinked, gripping the hand that was holding yours to anchor yourself.

Why would he say- Oh. That’s why he blurted it out like this.

The only thing you remember before fainting was confessing your love for him, in case that you never saw him again.

‘’We haven’t seen each other in years and yet, it feels like it was only yesterday when we were training. I’ll never forget the day we drifted away from one another, nor the way you looked under me. Every city I would step my foot on, I would feel as if I spotted you amongst the crowd. Imagine my disappointment when you weren’t there. But you are here now, and I am not letting you out of my sight again.’’

‘’We are both fools.’’

His heartfelt monologue had awakened feelings inside you that you considered long gone. Your hand broke free of his and your other one joined in cupping his face. Gently pulling him towards you, he placed his arms on either side of your body to balance himself before your lips, after so many years, finally met.

Yes, your lip was busted and yes, you both probably tasted of sleep but for the two of you, it was just perfect. It was the making up for all those lost years, the years of longing for each other’s presence, the regret of not saying anything that day and preventing all this heartbreak and lost time.

You felt as if you couldn’t get enough of him, chasing his lips like they were your oxygen when in fact, his kisses were leaving your breathless.

He chuckled at your impatience and reluctantly broke your contact, towering over you and you took a chance to admire his matured features. You had found yourself a handsome bastard that was for sure. You couldn’t wait to hear about his life and what he had achieved up until now. Plus, he owed you an explanation on the fucking Cult and why they were after him.

‘’Staring is rude you know.’’

‘’Just admiring what’s mine.’’

‘’Yours huh?’’

‘’Got a problem with that?’’

‘’Not at all sweetheart. Just a reminder; you’re mine as well.

‘’I can live with that.’’

THE END!

Chapter Text

Altair Ibn La Ahad; Acre in the summer was intolerable. The sun would shine brightly in the sky and reflect on the bureau until the long hours of the evening. The unforgivable heat along with the high levels of humidity were torture for everyone overdressed, for example the Assassins.

There were no messages to be delivered today, no targets to hunt down and kill, no Templar spies to follow. Malik wasn’t in the mood to be bothered today either. His usual sarcastic attitude was intensified and the glare he gave (Y/N) when they attempted to make a pun was enough to send them to an early grave.

‘’The fact that you’re here bothering me proves that the annoying novice is unavailable.’’ He spat as he searched through a bookcase, his uniform not helping his snappy state. (Y/N) groaned as they wiped their sweaty forehead, now wishing that they were living somewhere tropical. At least there would be accessible sea!

‘’If you’re talking about the Master Assassin, Altair Ibn La Ahad, then, yes he left early this morning without even leaving a note on where he was going. Probably to follow a lead on the Apple he so dearly cherishes.’’

Malik could sense bitterness in their tone, not that his colleague was wrong. Altair had become obsessed with finding the apple and securing it somewhere where no one would be able to use it, until it was inevitably found.

‘’Be grateful for having a day to yourself and not having to hear about Templars and Assassins all day then. Go out and do something, anything.’’ The former assassin commented and (Y/N) rolled their eyes, waving at him and making their way out of the bureau.

Climbing on the roof of the building, you put your hand over your eyes, casting a glance around the city and trying to figure out what you were going to do and then, it hit you.

Acre’s harbour was always busy, ships making their way in and out frequently but, (Y/N) was desperate to cool down and do something exciting.

Jumping from roof to roof, the wind caused by their movements was a pleasant contrast to how uncomfortably their clothes were sticking to their body.

In no time, the Assassin had reached the harbour and marvelled at the sight of the water. They were beginning to feel grateful for Altair’s absence. That man could fight on armies but, he was deathly afraid of the open waters.

Making their way up on the walls of the city, they grinned as they stared down on the other side. Leaps of faith were something (YN) adored to perform. The wind against their face, the adrenaline through their veins while falling, how everyone looked at them as if they were creatures from another world.

Focused on the matter at hand, (Y/N) hadn’t noticed the Templar spy hiding in the market, the same Templar spy, that Altair had been following since morning. He didn’t want to kill him yet though, he needed information.

The wanted man began moving quicker than he had in hours which made Altair suspicious. Would he finally reveal something important? The spy moved out of the street and took out his crossbow, pointing it high in the sky.

The golden eyed man followed the direction of the crossbow and heard an eagle cry out before he realised who he was pointing at. Not wasting any more time he took out a knife and twisted his wrist skilfully, the knife hitting its designated target before he shot off the arrow.

Altair was ready to release his breath when he heard a pained scream. Looking up he spotted (Y/N) clutching their shoulder as they stepped back and disappeared. They fell.

‘’(Y/N)!’’ He screamed as he ran towards the opening of the harbour, his blood running cold. He bumped into people and pushed others out of his way, praying that they had survived.

The moment their body hit the water, they thought about how this was the sloppiest leap of faith they had ever done. More like leap of stupidity.

Ignoring the stabbing pain on their shoulder, they swam to the surface and took a deep breath of much needed air.

Swimming slowly to the wharf, (Y/N) looked down at their bleeding shoulder. It wasn’t that bad but, it needed cleaning and patching up.

‘’(Y/N)!!’’ Their name was shouted in a very worried and desperate tone. Examining the people on the wharf, they could have missed him if it weren’t for their assassin training. A mixture of white and red was sprinting towards their way.

‘’You’re okay.’’ He breathed heavily as he offered his arms and slowly pulled (Y/N) out of the water, his mind slowly processing that they were alive.

‘’What have I told you over a thousand times? Always be on your guard!’’ Altair screamed before pulling back (Y/N)’s hoodie and going in for a deep kiss.

(Y/N) was stunned at first until they broke out of their shock and kissed him back with the same passion. Pulling back they gave him a questionable stare.

‘’Please be careful, I need you by my side.’’

Ezio Auditore da Firenze;

Roma is a city that (Y/N) loved exploring. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, swinging from clothing lines. The Master Assassin’s nickname for them was ‘’little bird’’ because, of how much they loved to run and ‘’fly.’’

Part of (Y/N)’s charm was taking many leaps of faith… with faith being intensified. Ezio had warned them multiple times to always be sure about where they would land and that it would be safe enough. Yes, they were Assassins but, they weren’t invincible. Their recklessness was a trait that Ezio adored and despised at the same tine; Adored because, it’s what made them curious and adventurous and despised it because, if they weren’t careful enough, that could get them into serious trouble.

At this very moment, Ezio and (Y/N) were reminiscing about their years in Firenze; how they used to chase one another and sabotage each other. Instead of running around the streets, they were no running on rooftops, dressed in white and red robes as their laughter woke the city up.

‘’Getting too much for you old man?’’ (Y/N) joked as she climbed up the wall of a house, their partner not far behind.

‘’Just wait till I get my hands on you little bird!’’ His strong accent was a characteristic (Y/N) secretly cherished, not that they would ever admit it. What they needed was having Ezio boast about himself a little bit more.

The Head of the Assassin Brotherhood was closing in on them and (Y/N) desperately needed an escape route. One that Ezio would surely not follow through.

(Y/N) smirked as they spotted a dead end. There was no building to jump to nor a rope to swing from. There was a stack filled with fresh hay that had been placed not too long ago on (Y/N)’s orders. They had commanded for more haystacks to be put in areas where disappearing through climbing wasn’t possible.

Ezio wasn’t aware of their upgrade though, which made it all the more pleasurable. They wish they could have managed to depict his reaction and hang a portrait of it in the main room of the Brotherhood Base.

‘’Catch me if you can old man!’’ They laughed as they stopped for a second before extending their arms and falling backwards into nothing but the passing wind.

‘’Wait!!’’ Ezio shouted as he extended his own hand, making an effort to catch them as they disappeared, his heart dropping to his stomach.

Looking down with wide, fearful eyes he searched for their bloodied and broken body. He tried to prepare himself for the worst.

And yet, he was met with a mischievous giggle as (Y/N) exited the haystack and waved back at him. Ezio didn’t waste a second before falling himself into the haystack and as soon as he touched it, he was out and pulling (Y/N) into a nearby alley.

‘’That wasn’t very nice was it little bird?’’ Ezio sighed angrily although, there was relief in his tone.

‘’Not nice seeing your partner risk their life in the most unnecessary of ways is it?’’ (Y/N) answered back, half serious- half joking.

‘’So, this was punishment for all the worry I’ve put you through?’’ Ezio hummed as he pushed them to the wall behind them, towering over them as his lips stretched into a smirk.

‘’Honestly, at first I felt guilty for worrying you but now? Not so much.’’ (Y/N) rolled their eyes at his arrogance and shook their head. This side of his surely hadn’t changed.

‘’I’m sorry little bird.’’ Ezio whispered and captured their lips into a deep kiss. Their faces were hidden by their hoodies and the shadows cast by them. The older assassin pulled away hesitantly, pecking their lips one last time. He looked up, his eyes full of childish mischief but some regret as well.

‘’Forgive me?’’

Edward Kenway:

Celebrations on the Jackdaw resulted in sick mornings and ship crew unable to remember what had happened the night before. Usually (Y/N) had a beer or two and made sure that the drunkards wouldn’t blow up the ship.

The biggest drunkard of all thought was their captain, the great Edward Kenway. After successfully breading a ship that contained chests filled with gold, the crew of the Jackdaw was happily singing and dancing in the middle of the dark sea.

Tonight (Y/N) had also decided to join the fun, rather than stand back with Adewale and make sure everything was intact. The shipmaster trusted them more than everybody else on this ship to hold their drink. Later on thought he reconsidered how reliable they were.

After playing a game of who could take more shots, the geniuses decided it would be a great idea to bet on who would be able to climb up higher. (Y/N) smirked because, yes, they might not have had any assassin training but, they were a skilled thief and they had mastered the art of climbing.

Adewale would have stopped them if it weren’t for Edward stumbling and falling in front of him. He was only one man and yet, he was more than enough to keep Adewale’s hands full.

Bravely (Y/N) began to climb up, the cool sea breeze feeling like a blessing in contrast to their warm face. When they reached the flag of the ship, they could barely hear the excited praises coming from the crew.

‘’I should come up here more often.’’ (Y/N) thought to themselves as they took a deep breath and closed their eyes, filling their lungs with fresh air and letting all their senses calm themselves.

Deciding it was time to go back down, they climbed down from the flag and onto the closest wooden bridge. Walking to the edge of it they knelt down and looked at the dark waters. They brought fear and excitement altogether in their heart but, that was what pushed them further.

‘’Ade? Where’s (Y/N)?’’ Edward asked as his drunken state cleared a bit. The man in front of him looked at the group of men looking up at the sky and followed their direction.

‘’I think you should see for yourself friend.’’ He said and pointed high, Edward following his finger and spotting (Y/N) on the highest point of the Jackdaw.

Edward stumbled forward, his eyes wide as he walked down the stairs and closer to his men. Putting his hands on each side of his mouth he was ready to yell for (Y/N) but,

They jumped. Extending their arms in the air they did a flip before crossing their arms and keeping their legs tightly to one another, falling into the sea like a candle.

The crew cheered them on and clapped loudly, laughing and commenting on how crazy they were for doing that.

(Y/N) swam up to the surface and took a deep breath, smiling to themselves as they pushed their hair away from their forehead and swam closer to the ship, latching on an extending piece of wood and climbing on, joining their friends.

They were ready to be met with claps on the back and loud praise but, instead, they were met with an angry looking captain with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed.

‘’You do know that was a dumb thing to do right?’’
‘’As if you’re the one to talk.’’

(Y/N) fired back as they began walking to the captain’s cabin wanting to get rid of their wet clothes that now clung to their body very uncomfortably.

Edward tried to find something to say but, no comeback seemed satisfying enough. Following them, they closed the door of the cabin and leaned back on the wall and watched them carefully.

The Assassin watched as they took off their clothes, marvelling at the sight of their naked skin. The moonlight shone through the small windows and reflected back on their bare body. It ignited something inside him.

His steps were heavy and (Y/N) turned around just in time to have their lips captured in a messy and bruising kiss. They whined into it and wrapped their arms around Edward’s back, letting the blonde man lead them into his bed.

They broke the kiss only when they landed on the bed, Edward caging (Y/N) under him as he pulled back a bit, his smirk vanishing and a more serious look forming on his face.

‘’I am the one allowed to do dumb things while you scold me about them, not the other way around.’’