Assassin's Creed Oneshots

Altair x Traitor! Templar! Reader

A/N: Heavy NSFW warning with this, feel free to skip if it isn't your cup of tea. Thanks for stopping by and I apologize for any spelling/grammar mistakes!

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It had been months since you had left the Order, a decision that you still weren't sure if you regretted or not. Maybe the only thing that you had regretted was leaving behind a few friends and possible lover. You couldn't think about that right now though, you knew why you left and you couldn't let yourself reminisce about things that you didn't believe in anymore.

You probably saw the importance of it before many others, which was why you vanished, seeking it. The Apple of Eden. You didn't necessarily want it for power's sake, rather because you were curious about whether or not it actually existed and to study it if so. There was little fulfillment you had received from your presence within the Order of Assassins, aside from the aforementioned, and thus you'd choice to leave was almost an easy one.

Perhaps you should have known that your advances towards the Apple would bring you to the Templars. Even though they were once your sworn enemies, you saw no reason to harbor such animosity if you were to  work toward a similar goal with them. You found yourself falling more and more into their beliefs, ideals, and ambitions.

It shouldn't have come as much surprise when your passion for locating the Apple had landed you as a rather notable member within the Knights Templar. Slowly, as more time had passed, you'd begun to forget about most of the people you come to know within the Assassin Order. That was, until a name was being whispered from ear to ear along with the news that another prominent member of the Templars had been struck down. This didn't deter you, however, but it did strike you as odd why the name sounded so familiar to you, yet you could never put your finger on it.

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"You're traveling to Damascus tomorrow, aren't you?" Your friend, Karic, asked you, and you glanced up at him curiously from the documents in front of you.

"Yes, why?" You questioned, dabbing your quill in dark ink.

"I heard that the assassin is there too. You know the fate that is befalling many people right now... just be careful." You chuckled at him and returned your attention to your parchments. While his concern was flattering, you, yourself weren't too worried.

"I'll only be there for two days, no need to be bothered about it." You told him rather dismissively.

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That brief conversation came rushing back to you as the sight of a couple guard coming running past you disrupted your train of thought of the letter you were currently writing. You didn't think much on it anymore though, there was probably just a scuffle outside that they were going to break up and you went back to writing. What did pique your suspicious was when after several minutes had gone by, they still hadn't returned. Sliding the letter to the side in the sun so that the ink may dry, you moved to stand, only to hear a slightly shuffle of clothing behind you and have a thin blade come into view near your exposed throat. Inhaling a sharp gasp, you felt a surge of panic rise up through you. The quill in your hand dropped from your now trembling fingers, splashing drops of ink into the table.

"Don't move." Came a rushed whisper from behind you and the blade retracted. A hand reached around you to snatch the letter you had just written. It wasn't anything important however, just a request asking for more mundane supplies. The person behind you quickly realized this as well and set it back down again. Your heart pounded loud enough in your ears that you were sure the stranger could hear it as well. Little could you know, that person was anything but a stranger.

"What do you know about those who reside here?" That was the question you were expecting. And silently, you shook your head. Despite the fact that this person frightened you, which you probably would not admit, there was something that struck as you familiar about him. There was a certain roughness in his voice that you thought you recognized. However, the man did not seem to appreciate your non-verbal answer and a hand gripped the hood of the shawl you wore, yanking it down as he moved in front of you to see your face. You held your breath once again; if this was the way you were meant to die, then at least you would do so protecting the secrets that you had come to learn. You turned your head to the side, avoiding whatever sharp gaze was sure to be pointed at your face. Surprisingly, you felt the grip on your hood loosen, yet you didn't move your head from its side tilted position.