Assassin's creed Imagines

The Five Stages of Crushing(Altair x Reader)

Stage One-Denial

Y/N's p.o.v

It took me so long to get where I am today in my merchant business, but it wasn't all in vain. Making a small fortune to send back to my family was all I wanted to do. 

The sun beat down on Jerusalem that morning, many people swarming through markets. Selling miscellaneous items at my stall was all I did that morning. From jewelry, produce, grains, and even a few types of flowers to all those who would buy. A young couple soon came up to my stall, the man holding a sack full of things. "Excuse me miss, we would like to buy a few apples from your stand" the woman asked and I gladly obliged to the polite woman's request. My hands quickly snatched four apples and put them in the man's sack that he had opened. 

Before the woman could pay me, the man cut in with a another request. He pointed to a small bundle of Jerusalem Bellflowers in a small pot, "Could I get that bundle please? For my Flower" looking over at his blushing wife which caused me to smile. After I was given the correct payment, they waved goodbye and wandered back into the bustling crowd of life.

 When I went to check on my jewelry stock though, an emerald bracelet I was looking at was snatched by a pair of hands. My hands reached out to grab the thief, but he was too fast. "Stop! Thief!" yelling, hoping to catch someone's attention as the hooded bandit took off in broad daylight. My pleas fell on deaf ears but I wasn't surprised. This town was corrupted to the brim anyways. 

Sadly returning to my post, I soon went back to work and the theft slipped from my mind. It wasn't until I saw the hooded figure again with a much taller white-robbed figure pushing him towards my stall, that I remembered. I could see the taller figure was a man and the hooded bandit he was barking at in Hebrew was a young man, about 18-19 years old. 

The hooded figure grumbled something to the one in white and he nodded in response. The emerald bracelet was dropped into the basket with my produce and he took off running. The white robbed figure sighed, cursing under his breath which caused me to laugh softly. It caught his attention and his eyes fell onto me, looking intrigued at him. He took a few steps closer towards me, glancing around him like he was being watched. 

He pulled off his hood and I quickly looked down in embarrassment when I caught myself staring at his handsome features. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice and reached in to the basket to retrieve the bracelet. "Sorry about him, he's a bit of a kleptomaniac" the man handed the emerald bracelet into my open hand. "It's fine, I get why he did. You have to do anything to survive out here" he laughed at my comment, muttering "ain't that the truth". 

The stranger pulled back up his white hood, but when he turned to walk away I called "wait!". He pivoted towards me, waiting for my question. "At least tell me your name" and he smirked when I tried to hide my blushing face. "Altair Ibn-La'ahad. You are?" I offered him my hand to shake, "Y/N L/N and thank you Altair, for helping me". Altair quickly shook my hand, then disappeared out into the crowd. 

For the rest of the afternoon, millions of questions ran through my mind about Altair. One of them that stuck out the most was "Could I ever see him again?" but I knew that would be nearly impossible. 

Stage Two-Bargaining

Altair's p.o.v

Malik was saying something to me, but I wasn't listening for two reasons. One, I hated him and loved to annoy him any chance I got. Two, my mind was on that pretty merchant I met in the market over a week ago. Her laughter and smile were stuck in the back of brain. Doubt she even remembered me though, because of how many people she saw in a day. 

A punch to my stomach knocked me out of my trance, causing me to stumble backwards into a chair. "Altair!" Malik hissed with his hand on his hip, "Were you even listening to anything I just said?" he asked, already knowing his answer. He sighed in defeat as I gave him a pitiful smile and he shoved a stack of papers into my arms. "Novice, why are you so distracted? Did something happen? Perhaps when you caught that other assassin stealing?" Malik remarked nonchalantly. I shot up in my seat, stuttering "W-what N-no! Nothing hap-pened. No-thing happened what-so-ever".