#assassins creed isu

[frenchoravocadotoast]

Hytham headcanons

Hytham (AC Valhalla) x GN!reader

Word count: 1078

A/N's note: I've been meaning to write about Hytham these past few weeks! Have some headcanons while I finish reading The Golden City :) (it got a bit angsty at the end)

Hytham’s love languages are gift giving and quality time. Hear me out.

He's pretty quiet (compared to the rowdy Vikings, at least), but true to his creed, he watches everything and everyone like a hawk. This applies to you too.

Hytham is willing to wait when he starts to grow interested in someone. He’d much rather approach them only once he feels like he’s gotten to know them both from the inside and the outside. I don’t see him seeking his crush out from the very beginning – he prefers bonding with them over time and seeing where things go.

Do not be fooled by his acting. Whether he’s cackling at a joke, dining at the longhouse or target practicing, Hytham is sure to be eavesdropping on your conversation. If you’re nearby, that is. This doesn’t mean that he’s spying on you specifically – he tends to strain his ears (like all Hidden Ones do, really), and sometimes, if he’s lucky, he might just hear your voice.

When he does, he smiles to himself.

You’re good friends with Eivor, and often accompany her on her errands around the village. This has led you to the bureau multiple times, and Hytham is always caught off guard by the unexpected visit.

“🧍🏾‍♂️Oh. Good evening.”

You like the place, it’s cozy and the man isn’t bad company either. So you stay, and even if there’s other parchments he needs to finish before sunset, Hytham perks up at the chance to answer any question you might have (grinning and kicking his feet when you show interest in the creed).

So that’s where you spend time together. Celebrations in Ravensthorpe are also guaranteed to lure him out of his cove – you’ll be sure to find him letting loose and coming out of his shell more. His favorite game is apple bobbing, and he’s determined to win everytime – but despite his competitive streak, he might pretend to lose if he’s going up against you.

As for gift giving, it doesn’t evolve into actual physical gifts until later on (he thinks that’d be way too obvious). Instead, his first ‘gifts’ are things you might need.

Whether you have experience in fighting/self-defense or not, Hytham hints at the training yard he and Basim use. He invites you to use it whenever you please (you can pummel the dummies for a bit, as long as you put them back in their place); and if you have no experience whatsoever, he’ll gladly teach you some things.

You don’t get to have your own hidden blade though. Sorry (ask Basim for one)

But you can try his! Just don’t die.

If you do somehow get injured, you can have the medicine he’s made. It’s all yours.

Interested in a particular topic? He probably has a book about it at the bureau (or he’ll find it somehow, don’t ask) and will gladly let you take it.

Teaches you how to do the leap of faith. If you pull his leg just like Eivor did and don’t leave the haystack, I think he’d have a similar reaction.

“Very funny. You can come out now.”

“We are so not doing this rn.”

“Please.”

“Please, Basim will kill me.”

Things start to shift when you see the signs. You crack a joke with your friends and notice Hytham’s already looking at you with a soft smile. You tell him your pouch is broken, and remember the beautiful purse you’d once seen at a market in Lunden. Days later, coincidentally, Eivor brings you a beautiful leather pouch from the same city (hint: it wasn’t Eivor’s idea). You also find him playing hide and seek with the Norse children outside, and he urges you to join.

You start testing out your theories. When spring comes, you comment on the beauty of the blooming flowers and he’s immediately crouched down, going through every plant in your vicinity to tell you everything he knows about them. By the end, you have a large bouquet of flowers in your hands.

Eivor sees this, and jokingly tells Hytham he should get some purple ones and smack you in the face with them (a courting tradition amongst Vikings). Needless to say he’s mortified.

Random secret: he knows how to make flower crowns – his mother taught him when he was younger.

He’s giving you instructions as you weave the stems together, and you can’t help but feel his eyes glancing repeatedly between your hands and face.

It’s not until Ravensthorpe is attacked that you’re forced to face your feelings. The ambush is bad – there is no escape as the docks are on fire, and arrows are whizzing past you no matter where you run. Whether you’re a villager, a sage, or a warrior doesn’t really matter. It’s the kind of attack where you’re certain your next stop is going to be Valhalla.

But then the clashing of swords stop. The last enemy falls to their knees, and through the smoke and the ringing in your ears, you hear the roaring victory of your people.

Sigurd and Basim are looting the bodies. Eivor is opening the longhouse where the villagers have barricaded themselves. But you don’t catch sight of Hytham, not until you see him emerge from the woods along with the other Drengr. His white robes are flapping in the wind, his sword dripping with blood, and he’s holding his side as he grimaces. So you run to him.

He sheathes his weapon when he sees you alive and well, eyes darting all over your face as if scanning for injuries; and before you can say anything, he cups your face and locks his lips with yours.

Congrats! You’re now dating.

Basim tells you and Eivor something enigmatic months before his sudden betrayal. Hytham’s happiness is clearly reason for his gratitude, and no matter how much you insist that Ravensthrope is Basim’s home too, you’re only rewarded with a wry smile from the assassin.

It’s months later, when you’re sitting in the empty bureau with Hytham, that you reason Basim must have known. You watch as Hytham grips the table and rakes his hands through his hair, how he paces the room when he’s not squeezing your hand. He questions everything when you realize Basim must have known all this time – must have known that he wasn’t going to stay, that his apprentice would be alright. That Hytham would be happy in Ravensthorpe. And thus, you make sure it stays that way.

#assassins creed #assassins creed valhalla headcanons #assassins creed valhalla #hytham #basim ibn ishaq #ac basim #ac hytham #ac valhalla #ac valhalla x reader #ac valhalla headcanons #hytham x reader #ac hytham x reader #female eivor #eivor wolfkissed #eivor varinsdóttir #sigurd #assassins creed headcanons #ac headcanons #assassins creed isu

[greenlaut]

son of adam

#good morning todays art is brought to you by thoughts of altaïr perceiving himself as inhuman for having isu genes #imagine being raised your entire life to herald death and then you find yourself betrayed #and suddenly you have to stand on your feet and learn how to be human #how do you speak? how would you communicate? youve learned the tongue of blades but at what cost? #(are you even human? can humans survive what youve went through? how much of you is a monster?) #my art #altaïr ibn la'ahad #malik al sayf #malik al-sayf #altair ibn la'ahad #assassins creed #assassin's creed #assassins creed 1 #assassin's creed 1 #asscreed #ac 1 #ac1 #altmal

[teecupangel]

@thedragonqueen1998's reply to this post

That new tag actually is an idea/AU i've thought of lately. XD Where Desmond gives birth to Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton before being kidnapped. I've personally had him just suddenly become pregnant, no sex needed to lean more into the "Desmond is the Chosen One". XD Plus, we need more Dadmond tbh.

Virgin Birth.

Desmond had never even heard about it until he googled ‘Is it possible to get pregnant without having sex?’.

This is, according to Wikipedia, different from Immaculate Conception.

Desmond would like to reiterate that he was not the second coming of Virgin Mary.

… as far as he knew.

Not only that, he had been a virgin before he gave birth, having enough trust issues to fill a goddamn dam at the moment.

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to know how sex feels like.

It was more that he was still scared that his father or someone his father sent would come find him and take him away from this freedom.

He can’t go back.

He would never go back.

Especially now that he had three sons to think of.

They were born on December 21, 2005.

At least, that was what Desmond believed.

The morning of December 21, his stomach started hurting so badly he couldn’t leave his bed. The pain ebbed and flowed from paralyzing pain to almost unnoticeable, giving Desmond a chance to text that he wouldn’t make it to his shift because of ‘stomachaches’.

His boss assumed he had diarrhea and told him to stop eating weird cheap shit.

Desmond was pretty sure that wasn’t it but it wasn’t like he could go to a clinic and get this check out.

Clinics meant asking questions about who he was and his history.

Clinics left tracks that William Miles can find.

Desmond knew how the game is played.

And fuck that. Desmond wasn’t going to give up his goddamn freedom because of a stomachache.

It will come to pass.

Like every pain Desmond ever felt.

So he closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Inhaling deeply before slowly exhaling, timing his breathing to the ebb and flow of the pain.

By midday…

Desmond fell asleep.

He didn’t know if the breathing helped him fall asleep or if he had passed out from the exhaustion and pain.

When he woke up, the sun had started to set and…

The pain was gone.

His bed was a lost cause, covered in blood, but Desmond’s attention was focused on the three small forms lying on the bed between his legs.

His sons.

Three bloodied (and, Desmond was being honest, wrinkly newly born ugly) babies who were all staring at him as they make cooing sounds.

That was the day Desmond became a father.

And also the day he googled ‘Is it possible to get pregnant without having sex?’.

They were… low maintenance boys, Desmond supposed.

They only shout when they needed to get Desmond’s attention and they weren’t fussy over their drinks. They seemed a bit disgruntled every time Desmond had to change their diapers but they didn’t cry.

They rarely cry.

They only truly cry at times when they were asleep and Desmond believed that they would have nightmares during those times.

His boss was strangely alright with Desmond suddenly appearing with three babies, only looking at him with a frown as he told him that this should be his wake up call to use condoms.

Even his coworkers believed that the one day that Desmond said he was out because of ‘stomachache’ had been code for him freaking out because an ex had left him with three sons as a big fuck you or something.

The most support Desmond got from them though was letting the babies stay in the office.

He had to buy the collapsible playpen though but it was fine.

It gave him an excuse to get more shifts just to pay for his and his sons’ living expenses.

One of his coworkers asked why he didn’t just give them up for adoption. It was clear that he wasn’t ready for it.

And Desmond couldn’t explain it.

He wanted them.

They might have been a surprise but… they were his.

And…

Whenever he felt tired or felt like everything was becoming too much… just feeling them in his arms was enough.

It was enough.

.

.

Miles’ kids were strange boys.

They didn’t make any messes and they were polite… most of the time, anyway.

He knew it was bad to let Miles use his office to keep the kids. Hell, this bar was not a good place for kids and Miles should really just get a babysitter but he didn’t mind.

Miles was homeschooling them… in a way.

It wasn’t his place to give parenting advice anyway so he stayed out of whatever Miles planned for his kids. As long as they don’t hinder business, they could stay.

Altaïr was always on that second hand battered laptop that always made loud fan noises when it was turned on. They mostly kept it on because of it.

At first, he thought Altaïr was just playing in his laptop but… he was studying. Every tab he could see was either educational or… well… Wikipedia pages. Even the YouTube account Desmond shared with his sons were filled with educational videos, mostly something connected to history or engineering or technology.

Desmond liked to say that Altaïr was a genius and had been saving up to buy him a better laptop for the past year now.

Ezio, on the other hand, was more of a people’s person. He liked to talk to Desmond’s coworker before the start of their shift and he was a charming little bugger. Charming enough that many of Desmond’s coworkers started to give them food and juice boxes, saying they made too much or their parents or grandparents gave them too much food and there’s no more space in their fridge…

He was pretty sure that was Ezio’s plan from the very beginning. Build up a network of helpful adults.

Then there was Connor.

He had a different name that Desmond and his brothers use but it was hard to pronounce so he just let everyone else call him Connor.

He followed his father or one of his brothers most of the time, quiet by their side.

Observing.

He was the one who helped out the most, always following Desmond and helping him whenever they were doing their final clean up before closing for the day.

When he was with Ezio, he was always earnest with his questions, taking everything the adults tell him seriously.

When he was with Altaïr, he would lean close and read with him quietly. They would share the earbuds that they had with tape on the right wire because the casing had broken apart and watch videos quietly.

They were… nice kids.

Desmond was a good father dealt with a bad hand.

He supposed…

Buying Desmond a cheap laptop would be cheaper than raising his pay this Christmas.

Would save him more money in the long run, that’s for sure.

#desmond gives birth to his ancestors #this is not omegaverse #… unless you want it to be? #i don’t mind either way XD #they’re born 2005 because that’s the year elijah is born #is elijah alive in this one? #probably not #unless this is a time travel scenario where elijah gives up his spot #as desmond’s son to push his ancestors to be born instead #and takes the place of the reader #(or become an immortal-like being ala half-isu half-kassandra) #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #outside pov #on the latter part

[sneaky-eel]

“Come to me now again and deliver me from oppressive anxieties;

fulfill all my heart longs to fulfill,

and you yourself be my fellow-fighter.”

- “Ode to Aphrodite” Sappho

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Found the ask!

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Edit: This cut looks better

#desmond miles #alexios #assassin's creed #ac odyssey #my art #fanart #more self-indulgence #aledes #? #alexios/desmond #desmond deserves a corruption arc #and a feral attack dog who will do anything for him #based on an ask I sent to teecupangle #anonymously of course #cus I’m a shy bitch #isu/Poe Desmond #yes I know the poem is Sappho asking for Aphrodite’s help #not really about Aphrodite herself

[chamiryokuroi]

20/OCT/23 Son boy allowed! 😔 I still hold hope we will see him again one day

#elijah miles #assassin's creed #chams art #isu

[eziosofia]

Me, after Mirage, 6 feet deep into my delusion, thinking of ways we can get non-Isu Basim back:

#basim ibn ishaq #assassin's creed #ac mirage #I KNOW i know ubisoft doesn't see this as a split personality situation #and that basim just didn't have his full memories #BUT the non isu personality!! he's so different and i need him back 🥺 #eivor renounced odin at one point it's possible hear me out ubisoft 🤡🤡 #ac mirage spoilers #not really but just to be safe #text

[mandrake-does-art]

What if... Desmond Miles survived, just as a technological entity, trapped in a temple instead of Juno?

IT'S TIME FOR ONE OF MY FAVOURITE HEADCANNONS LESGOOO

[Inspired by Sky Burial by Avatar]

#wow #two posts in a row #i'm spoodfeeding y'all #assassin's creed #desmond miles #isu desmond miles #ac #fuck juno #Spotify

[demigoddessqueens]

Isu

Day 4 of @codextober

Also on ao3

The markings on you always garnered some unwanted attention from the crowds. Basim could see their eyes following your every move, but he always said they were your "tattoos."

At least there was some truth to that.

He had seen them glow in the dead of night when it's darkest, and it only led to him asking more questions about them.

Isu, you had called it. A vast civilization beyond the stars that only wanted to enlighten others. Strange how the young Hidden One always looked to you in admiration, but you knew deep down what the truth was.

Regardless of what you had told him, directly or indirectly to shield for his own protection, Basim felt set aside from the rest you conversed with. You trusted him. You only sought him out with this knowledge of yourself.

As guilty as any admission would be, he found himself absently tracing the intricate marks on your skin. It was a fascination how it pulsed with what felt like energy under his touch.

You welcomed his admiration but felt that pang of guilt deep within yourself whenever you left what is, and always was, his fate to be.

For now, you knew he would do whatever he could to protect you from whatever came your way.

#codextober2023 #codextober #basim ibn ishaq #Basim x reader #isu #ac basim #assassin’s creed x reader #assassin's creed #Assassin’s Creed mirage #ac mirage #my writing

[altairz]

#assassin's creed #video games #art #my art #desmond miles #ac3 #ac revelations #clay kaczmarek #juno #isu

[auroramoon-draws16]

Yo, come get your Desmond fic idea! Hot outta the oven!

Not a crossover: Bleeding Through Time AU Assassin’s Creed

Instead of the Bleeding effect just giving Desmond hallucinations of his ancestors’ experiences, he’s actually there with his ancestors. Not that he really realizes this.

I mean the ancestors have tried to talk to the weird guy that randomly shows up, but he keeps disappearing everytime they’ve tried to get close. Rude.

Well, that’s not right, he disappears every time they try to look directly at him. They can see what he looks like in their peripheral vision, but try to look any closer and he just vanishes, as if he was a hallucination.

If they try to see him using Eagle Vision Des kind of just becomes a shadow of a person, a negative space with a pair of glowing eyes staring back at them. Like an animal with their eye shine peaking out of the darkness. Creepy, but kind of cool af.

It’s an encounter that has been recorded among the assassins for ages, but the only advice usually given is to ignore the Shades until they go away.

The modern Assassins just kind of go insane. 🤷🏽‍♀️

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #bleeding through time #bleeding effect #isu bullshit #i swear #animus bullshit #dna does not work like this #but we don’t really give a shit #sci fi mf! #hes fine #probably #time travel? #technically #yeah #someone write a fic #where are the damn fanfics #lets go! #>:DDDD

[frenchoravocadotoast]

A visual representation of Basim fighting against Loki’s memories (ac mirage summarized)

#ac basim #ac mirage #assassins creed #assassins creed mirage #basim ibn ishaq #assassins creed valhalla #ac valhalla #assassins creed loki #ac loki #ac isu #assassins creed Isu #assassins creed memes #assassins creed headcanons #ac headcanons

[teecupangel]

Normally, Desmond is sent back in time to mess with things.

But what if it wasn't him?

Like, maybe Desmond couldn't go back in time himself but he could, in the split second he touched the apple, send someone else.

What if one of his ancestors went back in time? (Upon their deaths or something.)

I imagine a young Altair (who might be using a fake name) running around Italy with a tired Ezio following like a worried mother hen. (No, Claudia, he is not hovering he is just concerned) He ends up taking Altair under his wing (No, Claudia, it is not adoption.)

Or maybe Altair ends up in Bayek's time, Oh! Or Connor in Ezio's time. (Edward and Ezio would either get along badly or be too powerful if they were together in the same time period.)

These boys ruin the timeline and somehow save the world/future by simply stumbling through everything with no clue what's going on. and of course the power of friendship and really sharp blades.

Desmond and Clay are laughing their asses off in the afterlife as their ancestors destroy centuries worth of carefully calculated plans. (They might also manipulate things a little to help.)

And the time traveling ancestors for the most part, are doing the best they can in their current situation.

They are freaking the fuck out the whole time but are excellent at hiding it.

Poor Ezio.

(No, Altair, you can't kill that person because that have information we need, yes, I'm sure, Claudia don't encourage him.)

Well… How about we add some… ‘order’ to the chaos?

Desmond only had a fraction of a second to send his ancestor back in time.

And he hesitated.

He didn’t know which one to send.

Should it be Altaïr? Altaïr always felt like he would find out what to do even if he was given only minimal clues.

But Ezio was his prophet, the one he had been with the longest…

Ratonhnhaké:ton though… he deserves answers. He deserves the truth.

And when he woke up…

In that endless sea of gray…

The first word he heard were…

“’Morning. Which fucked up timeline do you want to hear first?”

Desmond sat and blinked as Clay stood before him, arms crossed with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Uuuhh…”

“Do you want to hear about how Edward Kenway managed to save his grandson and his grandson’s mother from the fires that should have killed her?” Clay asked before adding, “Oh… and he’s learned that his son’s a Templar by the way. At least, one of his old friends believe he’s actually Edward Kenway. If you think the Kenway Family Drama is bad when you were reliving Connor’s memories, then you gotta see the top tier drama that’s happening with Edward and Haytham right now.”

“Or maybe you want to hear about how Connor got kicked into Ezio’s time? He has no idea what’s happening but he got appointed as Federico’s combat instructor. He knows jackshit, by the way, about the tragedy that’s about to happen but, hey, at least Giovanni believes he’s an Assassin from another country or something. Oh.” Clay rubbed his chin as he added, “Connor doesn’t like how close Giovanni is with the Medici by the way. Lorenzo reminds him a bit of Washington or maybe he’s projecting, who knows?”

“Maybe you’ll like to know how your dear prophet is doing? Well, he’s doing badly in preserving the damn timeline that’s for sure. Let’s see… he got in touch with Alamut and managed to bluff his way into making them believe he’s the mentor of a destroyed Assassin branch from the crusader lands, he got the mentor’s permission to make his own branch in Levant, made a deal with said mentor to become a thorn in Al Mualim’s side and find out what he’s hiding, adopted Altaïr and even went as far as adopt Abbas because he believed he could ‘change’ things.” Clay was quiet for a moment before he added, “Oh and his branch is in the underground temple in Jerusalem so he has the Apple with him already.”

“Then there’s Altaïr.” Clay said with such… annoyance Desmond was actually afraid of what Altaïr had done. Clay rubbed the side of his forehead as he started, “See, they can only be transported into what counts as their past so we can’t have something like Altaïr being pushed into his future in Ezio’s time or something. And, since your only instruction to the Moraes was to ‘change the past’, they had to improvise with Altaïr considering he’s more or less the starting point. They had to pick another one of your ancestors who was important to your past and this world’s future so…”

“Altaïr’s been sent to the time of the Isu-Human war and his knowledge of the POEs and getting unconstrained access to the POEs at their full power… well… let’s just say…” Clay’s tone was drier than the desert as he said, “The Isus didn’t know what hit them.”

Desmond could only stare at Clay as he said.

“Soooo… which one do you want to contact first as their ‘patron’?”

#look I know I could have pushed altaïr to aquilus’ timeline who is a confirmed desmond ancestor #or to esio’s timeline who while not confirmed could be ezio’s ancestor #but the idea of altaïr #just fucking the isus over #by becoming the shadow king #behind eve and adam’s revolt #was too funny to pass over #and yes #that patron bit is meant to be a reference to dnd warlocks XD #they all got transported #after their death #with a body at the peak of their 'prime' #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #edward kenway #clay kaczmarek #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

[sneaky-eel]

Part of a piece I’m working on but I was proud of this Desmond ;-;

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #my art #fanart #isu Desmond is a go #one day I’ll find a brush I like for line art and stick with it

[dark-elf-writes]

I love when aus zoom out rly far down the timeline and start talking about future interpretation

The combination of bizarre and unexplainable og events combined with time + scholarly curiosity makes it funny every time without fail

I can always see it happening too. People absolutely would dedicate their lives to studying niche medical drama and speculation. I would dedicate my life to studying niche medical drama and speculation

Like in the game about diving into the “truth” of history and having incredibly dedicated researchers looking into everything under the sun (ha) in the name of whatever some assassin might need there’s got to be a pull back to see just how the past effects the future.

And this effect is a pissed off British historian who will be choosing violence if he can just figure out time travel first.

#the elf talks #assassins creed #he’s read everything before and after Desmond #there’s no proof backing up his claims he was just right #and Shaun is very mad about it tbh #this is even funnier in the au’s where Desmond is immortal through isu bullshit #so he is right here and sweating bullets #or laughing #or both tbh

[fanworldbuildingfun]

A terrible thought visited me today and would not leave. Thus, I am left with no choice but to inflict it on others:

Elijah was born an ordinary-ish boy

But instead, we have a convoulted Aita/Desmond, wherein Aita's thoughts started to stray in all the worst ways when he witnessed calculations. And Desmond's role in them

Reaching modern times has been the goal: agreeing to Juno's initial experiments and then, to take the mead - was all just the means to do so

#Assassin's Creed #Desmond Miles #Aita #Isu bullshit

[marley-warriors]

History had not remembered him with kindness. So be it. Let them slander and mock his name. Basim no longer needed it anyway. He had a new name, a new chance to reunite his family. But the calculations would guide him to a past rigged with pain and longing, lest he repeat the cycle of his doom.

Loki. He wished his only crime had been his birth, or the cruelty born of boredom, but his crime was far greater. He loved too fiercely, too deeply. It was his fault, he had known better. Still, no one made him feel the way Aletheia had, uncovering his lies with her truths. The truth hurt. Its pain stung much deeper than any blade, and bruised more than even his greatest lies.

A parallel narrative alternating the modern day in which Basim bites back at fate, and Loki's Isu era, without the over-imposed mythological filters

#assassin's creed mirage #assassins creed valhalla #basim ibn ishaq #hytham ac #loki ac #aletheia ac #aletheia x loki #isu ac #ac mirage #ac basim #i read the prose edda and ended up with this #basim and loki live in my head rent free and im okay with that