Meaning in life Altair x reader Chapter 1

The plane landed and you made your way off. Once you exit the gate you looked around for your cousin.

“Hey [N/n].” Swiftly turning around you smile at the sight of Desmond Miles.

“Des!” You ran towards him and tackled hugged him. He lets out an oof as he landed on his butt. Letting out a chuckle he smiled and ruffled your hair.

“Hey Kiddo long time no see.” After grabbing the rest of your luggage the two of you head to the airports parking lot and head off to Desmond's apartment.

~time skip~

“Well welcome to home I guess.” He said while rubbing the back of his neck. Stepping in you look around. It was a small apartment with a kitchen attached to the living room. There was a single bathroom and there was two bedrooms. The living room area was a bit dirty with fast food wrappers, and pizza boxes, and in the kitchen the sink was filled with dirty dishes.

“Hmm. A bit small and dirty but I can learn to live with it.” Desmond gave a weak smile as he carried your bags to what would be your room.

“Yeah sorry I forgot to clean up before coming to pick you up. Have been working late.” You rolled your eyes.

“Ahh. I see. Tell me again, what is it you have for a job?” He looks at you over his shoulder.

“Bar tending.” You just let out a sigh and shake your head. “What?” He whined.

“Nothing. Nothing.” Walking over to the living room you sat down on the couch and pulled out your laptop.  “Hey Desmond do can you tell me the building’s Wifi password? I promised Emily that when I got off the plane that I would contact her on skype.”

“Yeah sure.” Once you were sure that your laptop was connected you opened up skype and clicked the video chat button. It didn’t take long for her to pick up. A girl with shoulder length dirty blond hair, and brownish green eyes showed up on the screen with a huge cheesy smile.

“Yo. What’s up [Y/n]?” You smiled at your friend.

“Hey just checking in with you to let you know that I wasn’t kidnapped, or anything.” Emily raised a brow.

“How do I know that you are telling me the truth? I’m going to need to see proof that you haven’t been kidnapped and the kidnappers are not making you say all this?” You rolled your eyes at your weird friend. Desmond then leans in with smirk.

“She hasn’t been kidnapped.” Emily gave a closed eye smile.

“Hiiii Deeees!” Desmond rolls his eyes while leaning over the back of the couch.

“Hey Em. How’s your summer going so far girly girl?” Emily frowned and puffed her cheeks.

“Desmond you know I hate being called girly girl.” she whined. You raised a brow.

“Then why do you call every other girl at our school girly girl?” Emily rolls her eyes.

“It’s because I’m a tomboy remember. I mean when was the last time you seen me wear a dress?” You gave a look of thought.

“Last month and you were twirling in it because at how frilly it was.” She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes.

“You have no proof.” Pulling out your phone you pull up a video of Emily in a red frilly sun dress wearing a headband with cat ears on it squealing at how she wished she had a cat tail at that moment. Emily stuck her tongue out.

“Screw you.” Desmond let out a chuckle and takes the phone.

“I have to say that you don’t look that bad in a dress Em.” Emily’s face turned a visible shade of pink.

“Shut up you perv.” You let out a giggle at Emily’s shyness.

“Well I’ll sign off now. I got to start unpacking my stuff.” But before you could end it Emily spoke up.

“Uh.. Wait I wanted to speak with Des a bit.” You narrowed your eyebrows questioning why but then let it be.

“Oh, uh okay. Desmond when you’re done sign off for me?” Desmond ruffled your hair.

“Sure thing. Now go unpack your luggage.” With a nod you got up and went into your room. Desmond plops down on the couch and let out a sigh. “Okay girl what is it you wanted to tell me?” He frowned as he noticed that Emily’s happy attitude seemed to disappear. “Hey what’s the matter?”

“Um Desmond has [Y/n] seem depressed at all?” Des leaned forward getting a bit worried.

“What do you mean depressed?” Emily let out a sigh and twirls her thumbs.

“Ever since [Y/n]’s parents have been killed she’s been acting different.”

“How so?”

“Well she hides it but she has become more depressed and in the last couple of months we had of school her grades dropped dramatically, she barely passed the  final exams, and… she’s been mostly pushing her friends away.”

“Has she done it to you?” Emily looked down at her lap.

“Yeah she even tried to do it to me but I stayed because she needed support. But when she finally stopped trying to push me away she has become more more worried.”

“In what ways?”

“Well With after school she would text me or called asking during work, or she would call me in the middle of the  knight sounding like she was hiding from someone. I would have to always text her where I was going so she wouldn’t worry so much.”  Desmond nodded. “But lastly.”

“Lastly.” Emily’s almost seemed to struggle.

“She…. She has been seeing strange things, like… images, and weird dreams.”

“Like what kind of dreams?” Emily rubbed her temples.

“I’m sorry but I promised [Y/n] that I wouldn’t tell anyone about this. In fact I already told a lot that I promised I wouldn’t.” Des nodded.

“Okay I understand. Thanks for telling me this though.” Emily gave a weak smile.

“No problem. Oh and Desmond.”

“Yeah?”

“Please try  not to make her worry to much. She’s been through enough as it is.” Desmond  smiled.

“Don’t worry I wont. I’ll watch over her as if she’s my little sister. You have nothing to worry about.” Emily let out a sigh.

“Okay. Let me know if something happens.”

“I will. Bye.”

“Bye.” Desmond ended the chat and sat back onto the couch rubbing his hands over his face. Look up at the cock it was already going onto 12:00 in the afternoon. He really didn’t feel like cooking anything and so decided that he will just order something. Standing up he head to your room to ask what you wanted. Your door was open so he looked in seeing you sitting on the floor holding one of your shirts deep in thought. He tapped his knuckles  knuckles on the door getting your attention. “Hey I’m going to order take out. Did you want  anything in particular?” You smiled up at him.

“Pizza sounds. good.” Desmond pulls out his phone and started to dial to call in the order. As he was placing the order he looks back at you to see that you were once again putting away your stuff. With a smile Desmond walked back towards the living room.

~A week later~

Desmond pulls up to his apartment building and lets out a sigh. He looks into his rear view mirror seeing him black eye. Desmond has headed Emily’s warning by texting [Y/n] you on where he was going and when he would be back. Also if you were to call or text him, he would just text you back and it seemed to work to keep you calm and relaxed. Resting his head against the steering wheel he let out a groan. This was going to make you freak. Taking a deep breath he pulls up his hood and got out his car.

“I’m Home!” You looked from the stove and smiled at Desmond.

“Welcome home. Dinner should be ready in a bit.” You turned your attention back to the stove but then quickly turned back noticing that his hood is up. Moving the cooking meat off the burner you walk over to Desmond and stopped him from heading towards his room.  “Desmond why are you wearing your hood up?”  Desmond looked down keeping you from seeing his eye.

“Oh no reason.” He tried to walk around you but you blocked him. Letting out a groan he pulled back his hood and you asked in horror at his black eye. Quickly you ran to the freezer, grabbed some ice and placed it in a cloth, and ran back to give it to him.

“What the hell happened?!” With one hand he held the ice to his swollen eye; with the other he rubbed the back of his neck.

“A guy got drunk and started a fight. I tried to stop the dumb ass and ended up getting punched in the eye.”  You started to go into a state of panic. “Whoa, whoa calm down [Y/n]. The police came and arrested the bastard.”

“Desmond you need to quit your job.” Desmond’s eyes widen.

“What?”

“You are no longer safe there; you can get a new job. One closer to home and.”

“[Y/n] calm down!” He has dropped the ice and grabbed her shoulders. You were hyperventilation. “[N/n] I’m fine. Now take deep breaths.” Slowly your breathing evened out, and Desmond pulls you into a hug. “There you go.” He petted your hair in a calming way. “Now I think we should talk this through.” Gently you pulled away from the hug.

“T-talk what through?”

“Talk through why you text me or call me so many times in one day. Also why you just went into a panic attack. I know that the [Y/n] that I know would look at me, snort, and say that I had it coming.” You looked down at your feat.

“I really don’t want to talk about it.” Desmond took your hand and lead you to the couch.

“Well too bad you’re 17 and I’m 25 and so I’m older that you, and I’m in charge and I say that for your of well being that we talk this out.” He places his hand on your shoulder indicating you to sit down. “Okay spill it.” For a minute the two of you sat in silence.

“I-It mostly deals with mom and dad’s death.” Desmond leaned back and rested his head on his hand which was propped up on the arm rest.  

“I think I can already see that.” He motioned for you to continue.

“Ever since their deaths I’ve been having the feeling that someone is always watching me. That the man that killed my parents and tried to kill me is always near. And so I started pushing people away feeling that I will get people hurt.”

“But with Emily you couldn’t do that.” You nodded and pulled your legs to your chest.

“So just like I am doing to you I would text Emily very often because I always have a feeling that something bad will happen to her.” Your arms started to shake. “It’s just that I don’t want anything to happen to her, or you.” Desmond sat up and pulled you to him to have you rest your head on his chest. Tears begin to fall from your eyes. “I’m afraid that the same man will come back and hurt you guys.” Des once again petted your hair.

“[N/n] you have nothing  to worry about. Both Emily and I know that you are scared of the man, and we both don’t want you to worry. We are willing to keep doing the text and calls. But If something happens to  one of us you can’t just start to freak out. You’re going to need to keep calm and try to think of what to do. I promise that if something is to happen to me I will try to   notify you as soon as I can.” You looked up at him.

“‘You promise?” Desmond lets out a chuckle and ruffled your hair causing you to giggle.

“I promise. Feel better now?” You nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now one more thing.” You tilt your head. “Pleeaase don’t tell Emily about this. We both know that if she find out she will find the quickest way here and kick my ass.”

~Month later~

You tossed and turned in your bed Images and voices going through your mind. The images took you to a door that lead you to a door that goes down to the basement. You head down and and you walk to a unfinished basement. The next thing you saw was a hole as big as your hand that was in the farthest part of your basement. When you got closer you saw something that was behind it. A voice whispered something to you.

“It will explain.” With that you  bolted from your bed. Cold sweat covered our face. You looked around your room seeing that nothing was wrong or out of place.

“It...It will explain.” Turning towards your nightstand you grab your phone and quickly scrolled through your contacts. The phone range then finally someone picked up.

“Hey [Y/n] it’s been a while.” Emily said through a yawn. “Why are you calling me at this time at night?”

“Emily I need you to do me a favor, and you’re going to need a hammer and a crowbar.”