#pyara kaur

[cippicat]

Henry looks so much like his father

This is Henry's father, Arbaaz Mir, when he met his future wife, the princess Pyara Kaur

@fishblade-koi

[b-plot-butch]

au where pyara broke jayadeep out of prison herself

[quietwingsinthesky]

thinking about thems. like mother, like son. (or, the same day, thirty-ish years apart.)

“I’m going to blame the blow to your head for you coming here like this,” Pyara says to the Assassin lying back in her lap. “What were you thinking?” Arbaaz blinks his eyes open—hazy but able to focus on her—and smiles. The smear of blood on his cheek doesn’t help matters.

“I was thinking,” he answers, “that it would be a shame to go to my death without laying eyes on you one last time.” He reaches up to cup her face. Her cheeks warm, her heart flutters, and she is still very upset with him for falling through her window and bleeding on her bedroom’s nicest rug, so she’s not going to let any of that show.

Pyara huffs. “You’re a fool, but you’ll stay a living fool.” She clasps his hand as it begins to wander, his fingers clumsily tracing down the line of her jaw. It’s warm, and she presses to find his pulse. He’d looked worse than his injuries actually were. She still finds the steady rhythm comforting. Arbaaz tilts his head in her lap, his smile fading a little.

“Did I scare you?” he says, softer. She turns her face into his palm and kisses it.

“Yes.” She guides his hand back down to rest. Arbaaz brings it to his chest, folding it closed over his heart, over a dark stain that stands out with terrifying starkness against his robes. Not his blood, he’d insisted, unlike all the rest which had been, too bright and too fresh. She’s not thinking yet about how she’ll have to have her own things hidden and cleaned later.

For now, she runs her fingers through his hair. “I’ll punish you later,” she murmurs. Arbaaz’s grin rises again.

“Go easy on me, my love,” he says, in a tone of voice that suggests he really doesn’t want her to. She leans over him.

“Oh, Assassin? And why should I spare you?” He shifts, one of his knees curling. He gazes up at her affectionately. There are many people who look at her as if she’s the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen. Arbaaz is the only man brave enough to come close enough to touch, to love her more for every new thing he learns that makes her less an object to admire and more the person he wants to know.

“Because if you’re too harsh with me, I’ll have no energy left later to earn your forgiveness.” He turns his head to nuzzle against her thigh. Pyara notices his hand creeping to the end of her dress and does absolutely nothing to stop it as he slides it up her leg. It’s not a tease but a promise.

“And you claimed you were dying.”

“It’s a miracle.” Pyara laughs, curving further over him to press haphazard kisses against his lips and chin. Arbaaz reaches up in invitation, curling fingers in her hair.

Her Assassin. Her love. Her Arbaaz. He’ll be safe, as long as she can keep him so.

——-

“Evie. Evie!” Evie does, finally, stop. Jayadeep watches her pant heavily. Blood runs slick down the side of her face. “Let me look, please.” He lowers his voice again now that he’s gotten her attention (He doesn’t blame her. A fight is hard to leave, even if it’s already ended and the danger is gone.) and takes a cautious step near her. Her grip on her sword is shaking-tight.

Evie doesn’t startle when he touches her shoulder. She’s grown used to him in the aftermath. A shudder rolls over her, releasing her muscles which were wound to kill moments ago, as though he’s given her permission. Jayadeep goes to remove her cowl, to see the damage more clearly.

“I’m fine,” Evie tell him, as she loses blood. It’s a cut parallel to her hairline, thin across the right side of her brow. Blood beads in her eyelashes and gets in her eye when she blinks.

“Hold still,” he says. He wipes up some of the mess, enough to make sure there’s no other cuts.

“Henry, it’s a head wound. It’ll bleed worse than it is,” she insists as he cradles her jaw and turns her to expose the wound. He holds pressure to the cut with the blood-stained cloth he’s cleaned her with. “It barely hurts.”

Barely, she says. Not doesn’t. Barely.

A fact he’s learned about Evie Frye since meeting her for the first time: she cannot lie to save her life.

So, no, he doesn’t even believe that it barely hurts. She keeps suppressing her winces.

“You don’t have to do this,” she says, quietly.

“I want to,” he says, without thinking, and when he realizes what he’s said, thinks he would also choose to sink into the floor, if that were an option. Still, he can’t move now, not until the bleeding has stemmed, so he swallows his embarrassment and tries to focus on anything else: the way her jaw shifts under his fingers, the sound of her breath easing down to a gentler rhythm, how her eyes shut and leave her expression vulnerable under his care. The minutes seem to stretch for hours.

Carefully, he lets up. When she doesn’t start bleeding heavily again, he checks the wound. “I don’t think you’ll need stitches.” He doesn’t have an excuse anymore, and reluctantly, he drops his hand from her face.

Evie’s eyes open, and for a moment, she looks confused. He nearly- But she turns away. “Thank you.”

“You would do the same for me,” he hears himself say, though he’s having a hard time thinking of anything but the way her fingers brush along the spot he’d held—quickly, guiltily, restrained by her other hand to keep from lingering.

“You’re better at avoiding injury than me. You won’t get hurt.” She shakes her head, then grimaces.

“Do you need a minute-”

“No.” Though it comes out sharp, it’s not anger in her voice. If he didn’t know better, he’d call it fear. “We don’t have time.”

[nietzsche98ful]

See you soon, maay jaan...

[eriseclipsenuiwitch]

So I’ve got an idea (in the middle of the night) for Assassin’s Creed fanfiction. It will use Templar!Henry Green AU and Canon AU in general. 

So Pyara and Arbaaz come to London to find their son, but when Ethan and George lead them to tunnels, Jayadeep isn’t there anymore. Pyara goes all “Where is my child?!” mode and since not getting answer, decides to find Jayadeep on her own, without Brotherhood, since technically it’s their fault that her son is missing. And she what she finds out makes her even more angry at her husband and Brotherhood.

Anybody interested in reading it or explaining me why it’s bad idea?

[b-plot-butch]

henvie headcanon of the day: when jayadeep introduces the two of them, pyara loves evie at once, and in her twenties evie experiences what it’s like to have a mum for the first time in her life :’)

[quietwings-fics]

to her, the spoils

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Assassin's Creed Ship: Pyarbaaz Additional Tags: Character Study, Triple Drabble, Psychic Abilities, Assassin's Creed Chronicles: India Wordcount: 300 Summary:

The Brotherhood understands very little of Pyara.

The Assassins say the power lives inside the Koh-i-noor.

Pyara claims no memory of it. They believe her; she sees the dismissal in their eyes and raises her chin to meet it. It’s Arbaaz alone who has exchanged his first judgments of her (He admits to them: beautiful but harmless, a flower plucked and preserved in desire’s fleeting memory.) for the truth he’s seen.

Pyara remembers everything she did, and everything she did, she did with intent. She didn’t leave survivors by accident. 

Arbaaz knows she held his life safe in one hand opposite the one she used to unravel a man into nothing. The Brotherhood attributes destruction to the diamond; much like a curse, they frame superstition as understanding. (In the years to come, Pyara will learn all they know of the Precursors—first, through Arbaaz bringing her whatever material she requests, then by being formally trusted with all of their resources—and find a less than shocking dearth of facts.) None of them have it in them to bring the Koh-i-noor to life. Nothing in its facets calls to them.

It’s only one half of the equation. Pyara killed a man, not the stone. Pyara wanted him made dust, and so he was.

Pyara wanted Arbaaz safe, and so he was.  Playfully, pridefully, Arbaaz will say, I stole the Koh-i-noor, I stole your heart. As if he could take from her what she didn’t give freely, but thieves don’t brag about charity. 

That power never went away. It’s at her fingertips like sparks before a forest fire. It’s in her lungs like a scream held back. She’ll need it again one day, with or without the diamond’s focus. Pyara will make herself the eye of the storm; only what she loves will she keep safe beside her again.

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