Altaïr x Male!Reader

The Whispered Order

From far away, Jerusalem seemed more like one giant entity than a few hundred separate buildings. From far away, the walls dividing houses crowded together and almost seemed to move as one through the heat of the sun. The ground and mud caked enclosures were a pale tan, bleached by the battering sunlight. It was a warm colored city, for sure, but as you finally cleared the thickets of forests and valleys, arriving at the top of a hill overlooking Jerusalem with Altaïr, the city almost seemed to give off this greenish yellowish glow. It resonated from every building and tower. Even the metropolis walls and ground emitted the foreign green hue.

You stretched your arms, interlocking fingers over your head. You gave out a quite groan, dropping your arms to roll your head, cracking your neck in the process.

"Tired?" Altaïr teased, a smirk growing on his face. You laughed.

"Hardly, I'm just saddle-sore." You explained, starting up your horse, you walked it down the winding path to the massive gates of Jerusalem. Altaïr rode next to you, cautiously staring at the vendors near the entrance. Then towards the hoards of guards surrounding the portcullis to the city.

"We will need a disguise or cover to get inside.." Altaïr said. You stopped your horse, sliding off it and then tying it to a post, your mentor followed suit.

"No need. We can get by with a little charm." You suggested, resting your hood on your shoulders. "You need to take your hood off, too. It's conspicuous." Altaïr gave you a disgruntled look. Almost as if taking off his hood would be the end of his life. It's true, Altaïr would never be caught with his face revealed outside of Masyaf. Many did not know why he hid his face from everyone. Maybe he was just that professional? Or something else? Who knew. So, with much hesitation and curses under his breath, Altaïr took down his hood. He looked a little different here than in your dream, you noticed his lips were considerably chapped, and his light brown hair was stiffly cut and thrown in every direction possible. His eyes were like two yellow glowing orbs. And now, in the sunlight, the scar over his lips was more prominent than ever. You smiled, suddenly in a very good mood.

"You should show your face more often." You remarked. "Anyways, just follow my lead." The two of you walked up to the guards, as expected, they stopped you.

"Halt! State your business here." One asked, cautiously placing his palm on the pommel of his long sword. You bowed respectfully, a hand on your collarbone.

"We are here to visit family." Then you faced the guard, giving the sweetest and friendliest smile you could conjure. "Surely, you are kind and handsome enough to let me through? I know how boring be a guard is. Nothing to do but check the people who want to get in.." You drawled your voice, as if to sound more sympathetic. The man smiled back, obviously happy someone was recognizing his talents. But the annoyed, and slightly disgusted, expression on Altaïr's face put the guard off. Discreetly, you stepped on the older man's toes, signaling him to stop whatever it was he was doing. Suddenly, he broke out into an awkward, cheeky grin, exposing all his pearly whites. The guard seemed to buy it and let you both through.

* * *

The first thing Altaïr did after successfully getting inside was hastily put his hood back on, then forcefully put yours up after it was clear you were going to make no move to change it. The two of you walked swiftly to the assassin's bureau, your mentor leading the way.

"You didn't have to step on my foot. It hurt you know." He grumbled at you.

"Aw, I'm sorry." You said sarcastically. "Trust me, if I hadn't made you get that irritated look off your face we would have never gotten in."

"Hmph. And since when did you become so charismatic in the first place?" Altaïr asked. You shrugged, looking up at him.

"I've always had a silver tongue. You just don't know me as well as you'd like to think."