All Assassins x child reader!
I hate my friend for sending me this pic. It ruined AC Identity for me
Requested by TitaAlanis
NYEH
Btw, you're five in all of them
Enjoy~!
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Altaïr:

"(Y/N) get back here!" Altaïr yelled, chasing after you. You giggled. "Nu!" You squealed, hiding in the GrandMaster's study. Why was he chasing you, you might ask? Well, you decided it would be funny to steal his robes, and-even though your only about five, you put them on and ran around shouting, "Look at me! I'm Altaïr! I'm a gwumpy assassin! Fear mweh! Rawr!" Which made the other assassin's snicker at how you mocked Altaïr. Though currently, those were the only robes Altaïr had at the moment, so he was chasing you only in his trousers and his boots.

Anyways

You hid under the old mans dusty desk, perfectly still and unmoving, but you were still giggling a bit. Altaïr looked around and spotted a bit of his robes being pulled into the darkness of the desk. An idea popped in his head. "Hm...I guess I should check the courtyard.." He grinned, pretending to walk away, getting out of your sight. When you thought we was gone, you climbed out, a proud smile on your face, but it disappeared and you squealed when you were scooped up and tickled. You squirmed and laughed. "Daddy noooooo!" You squealed, hitting his hands. He smiled and stopped, kissing your forehead. "Can I have my robes back now?"

"Nope!"

Ezio:

"(Y/N), I'm home! Where are you, bella?" Ezio called, closing the villa door behind him as he walked into the mansion. You ran up to him in your cute little (f/c) dress, jumping into his arms. "Daddy!" You squealed happily. He laughed and held you to his hip (*lenny face to all you Ezio pervs*), ruffling your hair. "How was my beautiful daughter while I was gone?" He asked you, kissing your nose. "I annoyed the world outta Niccoló, and Great Uncle Mario taught me a new word!"

"Oh? And what would that be?"

"Cazzo!"

You smiled proudly and Ezio's eye twitched. Mario was laughing hard from his office. "(Y/N), darling, never say that until you're older. Now go play with your friends, please." He said cooly, setting you down. "Why Daddy?"

"I have some...business to attend to." He said, walking to Mario's office.

Connor:

"(Y/N)...wake up, my little doe." Connor said softly, shaking you gently on the couch. You whined softly. "Five more minutes, father.." You mumbled, hugging a pillow. Connor sighed and chuckled, picking you up and setting you in his lap, playing with your hair as the snowstorm outside continues to rage on. "Daddddyyyyyyy...." You whined, feeling your hair get gently pulled back. Connor never really let you cut your hair until it was half-way down your back. He liked to braid it, something your mother used to do to him and you. She used to put flowercrowns on your head, braiding flowers into his hair. He hummed while braiding your hair, kissing the top of your head.

"Hey, Daddy...?"

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

"I love you.."

"I love you too."

Edward:

"That's it lass!" Edward cheered, making you smile. "Did I do good, daddy?" You asked him, hope sparkling in your eyes. "You did amazing!" He chuckled, picking you up from the bed. He took your violin from your hands and pressed his lips to your forehead. "You're getting better, my little star~" he smiled, booping your nose, making you squeal. "I bet mommy, Jenny, and Haytham would've loved to hear you play when they get back from the marketplace." He said. "Oh! Maybe I could play for them when they get back!" You beamed, looking at him with a cute little smile. "Well, first, why don't we go out to eat? To celebrate? Just me and you, and the candy shop~!"

"The candy shop?! Yay!!!"

"Just don't get to much candy, (Y/N), we don't want a repeat of last week."

Shay (cause why not? I know i got some readers that prefer the templars ovo):

"Daddy look at me!"

"(Y/N) get down from there."

Shay tapped his foot in annoyance. Why? You were on top of his bookshelf. He doesn't know how the hell you got up there, and he didn't really know how the hell to get you down. You giggled, putting on Haytham's hat. "Oi Shay! Go kill someone!" You said, laughing. "How in the world did you get HAYTHAM'S hat?!" He asked, baffled. "I asked him if I could wear it for the day." You shrugged, the hat falling over your eyes, making you giggle. Shay only breathed out through his nose. "(Y/N) come down."

"Okay!" You jumped from the bookshelf, scaring the living shit out of Shay and he almost didn't catch you. "(Y/N)!"
"Daddy!" You smiled, giving him that innocent little look that he could never resist.

"(Y/N) if you ever do that again I will stop buying you chocolate."

"DADDY NU!"

Arno:

"(Y/N), my little dove~ where are youu~?" Arno's voice called, looking around for you. You were able to persuade him into taking a day off and playing hide-n-seek with you. He won every. Single. Round. But not this time! Oh no not this time. You went into the one room you weren't allowed in. The attic. You giggled evilly, waiting for him to pop up. One thing everyone knew about you was that you tended not to listen. One time, you had followed on of Arno's friends to a bar, you got in trouble because you-yes you-picked a fight with a man. A tiny, stupidly brave five year old picked a fight with a grown man.

And guess what

You almost won it, if Arno hadn't stormed in and dragged you out. It was a simple staring contest too. Suddenly, Arno's head popped up from the attic's entrance, and you jumped out, shouting "RAWR!"

You never heard Arno scream that loud after that.

Jacob:

"(Y/N) I swear...."

"Daddy I know you swear."

"(Y/N) I SWEAR TO GOD--"

"That's not a good thing to do, daddy."

"(Y/N)!"

"Yes daddy?"

"Just give me back my grappling hook."

"No daddy."

Jacob looked like he was going to explode. Evie and Henry watching in the background, snickering at Jacob's struggles. This had been going on for thirty minutes. "(Y/N) please I need it." He said. "Why?" You asked. "Because it's important."

"Why is it important?"

"It just is!"

"But why?"

"Well...why did you even take it in the first place?"

"Cause why not?"

Jacob tried to argue, but he couldn't and it pissed him off. Evie cracked up and she had to lean against her desk to keep herself from falling. Henry chuckled and Jacob shot them a glare. He decided to just give it up and he stomped away like a big angry bear.

You gave it back later that evening because he threatened to take away your stuffed teddy bear.

Desmond:

"(Y/N)....please stop.." Desmond said through squished cheeks. You kept stretching and squishing his cheeks. "No." You said. "Cause when I do you'll go back into that stupid Animus..." You added quietly, seeing him sigh. "I know you don't like me going in there but I have to if we wanna keep the world safe from the Templars. Keep you safe from the templars." He whispered, rubbing your back and standing up, you on his hip as he planted a kiss on your cheek. "I know.." You looked him with puppy eyes. "Daddy can you please persuade Uncle Shaun and Aunt Rebecca to give you a day off? Please?" You begged. "I don't see why not." He smiled.

You both slept all day after that with candy, toys, and video games scattered everywhere.

Haytham:

"Plleassseeee Daddddyyyy?" You pleaded, holding a small brown kitten in your arms. "No, (Y/N)." Haytham sighed, looking through the other pets, mostly dogs. "B-But Daddy!"

"(Y/N)--"

"I promise I'll take care of him! I'll feed him and give him warm milk and play with him! I promise!"

He sighed, you were creating a scene, a few people in the pet store looking over at the two of you. "(Y/N) please--" he paused when he heard you sniffling. A few people whispered. "Such a cruel father..not even giving the child a pet."

"She even promised to take responsibility for it."

Haytham sighed and bent down to your level. "Promise?" He asked, and you nodded. "Very well." He huffed, standing back up and buying the necessary items for the cat. You squealed happily, and the kitten mewled, looking at you with bright brown eyes.

As Haytham paid for the cat, he froze when you said, "I'll name you Connor!"

Oh lord....

Malik:

Malik was in his room in the bureau, still asleep. You, on the other hand, were running around, cleaning up Malik's workplace as best as a five year old could. Malik had been a bit depressed lately. It was getting to Kadar's birthday. You ran into Malik's room with freshly cleaned clothes, crawling onto the bed and shaking him. "Daddy wake up.." You whispered, earning a groan and he turned his back to you. "Daddy!" You whispered louder, punching his arm. He woke up slowly. "I'm up...I'm up.." He yawned, sitting up. You hugged him gently and set down his robes and his coat in his lap. "Good morning, Daddy." You smiled, earning a warm, small smile back. "Good morning, (Y/N)."

You snuggled into his side and he rubbed your small shoulder, leaning down and kissing your forehead. "I made you breakfast." You said, pointing to the now cooled down meal that was on his nightstand. "When did you make that?" He asked. "An hour before I cleaned up the bureau and woke you up." You answered. He went to look at you, a look of slight disbelief on his face, but you were out like a light, sleeping. "You do things most children your age don't do, my bird, you deserve your rest." He smiled softly.

He left you alone, telling Altaïr to be quiet when he came over, you slept the whole day, waking up at night with a small pastry cake on your right, and your sleeping father on your left.

I think I made him happy today.
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Wow that was long! Jesus my hands hurt...;-; IT WAS WORTH IT. Anyways, You might be wonder why I didn't add in Cal and Aguilar. The reason why is because I'm gonna try and learn more about them.
But anyways, I hope you enjoyed this!

Altaïr: *grins* I wouldn't mind you calling me dadd--

*smacks him hard with a book* Bad. BadBadBadBadBADDDDDDDDDD

Altaïr: *yips and covers his head, laughing* SORRY, SORRY!

¡Chao!
~Kam

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