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Malik Al-Sayf x Reader ~ By Your SideIt is a sunny day in Jerusalem. Even though it should pour rain. Your parents just threw you out of the house.Malik Al-Sayf x Reader ~ By Your Side by Shyerue
"Why can't you just find a man, (y/n) ?! You are shame to us and our family name !"
Those are things you listened to everyday.
You are so mad at them. Why can't they understand you ? You just didn't like the men they wanted you to marry.
You gather a few clothes and storm away. You don't know where to, just away from your house.
The market place is quite filled today, giving you the chance to blend in and hopefully stay unnoticed. With your light sobbing and tear stained face.
You ignore everything and everyone around you.
That's until you bump into someone. You gasp and catch the things that were going to fall down quickly.
Balancing them, you finally look at the person you rudely bumped into.
It is a man, quite a bit taller than you, a slightly darker shade of skin than yours. His dark blue robes swing a bit in the wind his dark eyes watch you carefully.
"I-I'm so sorry. I w
Altar Ibn-La'Ahad x Reader~ For Granted"(y/n) !"Altar Ibn-La'Ahad x Reader~ For Granted by Shyerue
You look around, dropping the book into the shelf.
"Yes, Master !" You call.
You walk up to the master and bow in respect.
"(y/n), are you able to take care of a wounded novice ?" Al Mualim asked.
You sigh. Cleaning, cooking and all these little things are stressing you. But being the polite girl you are, you answer "Yes, master. I think so. May I ask you which novice ?"
"Altaïr." He says, smirking behind his beard.
It is no secret to Al Mualim that you have feelings for the arrogant assassin. Yes, you know he is arrogant and selfish, probably a bit impolite. But he also is brave, intelligent and handsome. And these are the things that have more weight in your eyes.
Al Mualim chuckles and gestures for you to come closer to him.
"I saw you can repair them. I hope you are as good as it looked. Not even Altaïr himself managed to fix them." He speaks, handing you Altaïr's own crafted hidden blade.
A former grand master's, your crush's blades.
Other Circumstances ~ Desmond Miles x Reader "Ok, you got two options. Get on the roof and invade the thing for above, or you could just dash through the front door." Rebecca informs you.Other Circumstances ~ Desmond Miles x Reader by Shyerue
"Great idea, Rebecca. How about you let them serve tea and cake while doing this..?" Shaun now interrupts.
"Shut up, Shaun ! Did you ever heard the word 'sarcasm' ?" Rebecca retorts.
Silence on Shaun's side.
Desmond and you chuckle.
"Well, I think we're goin' up now ?" Des states.
"Yup..." You sigh.
You like climbing, but you hate the thought of someone watching you while doing it. And that this one is Desmond Miles doesn't help the situation, either.
While you are still thinking about your crush, the same is already on another floor, while you are still standing on the ground.
"You comin', (y/n) ?" The assassin calls from above.
"Y-Yeah ! I'm almost there." You call.
Jumping from window to window, you are soon on the same floor with Desmond, who is waiting patiently.
He points above him. There is grid. You gulp.
"You think you can manage it ?"
Connor (Kenway) x Reader ~ StubbornConnor (Kenway) x Reader ~ Stubborn by Shyerue
"Good morning, (y/n)." Achilles greets you, wobbling into the kitchen.
"Good morning. Tea or something else ?" You ask him.
"Nothing, thank you." The man kindly declines.
"Achilles...This isn't healthy..." You sigh.
He is getting older, like every human being, but he doesn't care.
"As long as I'm able to keep Connor under control, I think I'm healthy enough."
You snort. Connor really is stubborn and hot headed.
You are living here for a year and a half now and your parents didn't even seem to notice your absence.
They treated you like a maid, not like their daughter.
"(y/n), get to the market place." They said.
"There won't be thieves." They said.
The thieves weren't even the problem, but the red coats were.
They hassled an old lady in the streets and you protected her.
The red coats brought you into a fort, keeping you there.
One day, that white hooded figure got rid of the red coats guarding you.
He freed you. He told you to run, but before you did that, you helped him distracting th
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