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myfandomprompts · 2 years

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Altaïr steals an heiress

You are a princess from a crusaders' country.

You travel to Jerusalem with your court during the crusades in pilgrimage, and for more safety use a servant to stand for you as a double.

Altaïr is task to retrieve a document that you are known to carry that would put your father at the head of the Crusades' operations. The Brotherhood seeks to avoid conflict.

He doesn't know that the one he stole from the double is fake, and that you are the one to carry the real one.

You confront him on the streets because you thought he meant to attack the princess.

Somehow, with the guard behind you, you manage to corner him but he kills most of your guards before you are all taken by slavers that captures you.

Altaïr was on the verge to flee but end up trying to save you, only to be captured himself. He understood that you are the one with the real document.

The two of you are stuck together and travel across cities, getting very close and change your resentment toward each other in pure admiration. He likes your courage, and is touched by the fact that you feel left out from your family even though he doesn't know who you truly are. You are impressed in his capabilities in combat and his philosophical insight, and that in the short time you travelled with him, you know he is a good man, even though he doesn't open up to you as much as you do. You know he cares a great deal about his weapons, because being stripped of them angers him a lot.

Despite his attempts, you still doesn't give up the location of the document. He ends up explaining to you why he needs it.

One day, he is bought by a foreman and manage to escape. He comes back for you, and to your surprise binds you in order to drag you back to Jerusalem and get the scroll back. You follow him without resistance because the truth is, you like him, and you like being with him.

He manages to get his sword and secret blade back, but is mad because the rest has been sold.

Back to Jerusalem, you stall as much as you can, and try to get recognised by anyone you know, but Altaïr takes too good care of you.

You pass by a herald that annonces your father's death. You freeze and fall on your knees. Altaïr calls out to you and when you still don't move he carries you away from the crowd. You realise that being the only daughter your late father have, you will have the duty to carry the next king. Your life seems over.

Altaïr has no idea what you're going through but worries nonetheless. Since you both escaped from the slaver, he's been trying to fight his feelings for you.

You come to your senses and finally decide to tell him who you are, but you are stopped by someone from your father's court who recognizes you and immediately order that we free you and chase your captor. You have no time to explain, and Altaïr escapes but not without hearing your true title.

You are to be sent back to your country and be wed, to save the kingdom because your extended family would cause ruins otherwise. You have little freedom left but you get your hands on a steel dagger with an familiar eagle head in your father's men armoury.

For his part, Altaïr feels betrayed and confused. He doesn't know how he planned this to turn out but not with you being obliged to go far away. The document he was meant to retrieve is null now that your father is dead. His mission is accomplished, yet he still decides to seeks you out.

He watches you from the rooftops for days before decides he can't wait any longer. You're due to depart soon.

He comes to you in your favorite spot, without anyone around. You stare into each other eyes and you give him his dagger that you kept on you at all times. He asks what is going to become of you, you explain to him that you already have many suitors back in your country with a sad air. He asks if that's what you really want.

When you answer, he offers that you run with him.

#assassins creed #assassinscreed #Altair Ibn La'Ahad #Altair #fandom #prompt #imagine #medieval #oc #draft #altaïr #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ac1 #masyaf

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ali-ely · 2 years

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Altaïr Ibn La Ahad 🦅

#assassin's creed #assassin's creed 1 #assassins creed #altair #altaïr ibn la'ahad #the creed brothers #icons #video games #ubisoft #apple of eden #masyaf #assassin #master assassin

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mocosa-media · 1 year

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Rant 2

Okay wait no hold on I have a continuation to my ac 1 rant.

Just a small detail because I do not know when I will write these ideas and I don’t want them lost to the abyss and also I don’t want to write the essay I’m suppose to be writing for class : )

OKAY so, Tazim. Yes, Tazim.

Tazim who has his designated table for his rag tag group. Tazim who’s crew have their designated seating at this table - much like we all did in high school. Everyone had their seat. No one else can take that seat. No other group can take your table. It’s the law.

This crew who was tightly knit due to many experiences they’ve had together as well as their beliefs (Altair returning - putting him on such a high pedestal that they look up to him as an icon or somethin nearly to a god.)

Tazim’s crew who go through an important, deadly experience with high hopes because “Altair got through worse, so can we.” and lose one of their own due to a mishap. They are one less man now. Tazim who, despite the loss of this crewmate, refuses to let anyone take this friend’s place where they sit because that was his spot and no one else’s. He’s coming back. That’s his false belief. He always leaves this space empty.

- I’ll save you a seat when the table’s set, and hold your place until you return. -

#ac1 #Assassin's Creed #assassins creed 1 #malik al sayf #Malik #Altair Ibn La'Ahad #altair #tazim #tazim al sayf #assassins creed rant #abbas sofian #abbas #masyaf #assassin's creed mirage #assassins creed origins

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rambroplays · 1 year

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Altair Valiantly Kills The Traitor Haras & Saves His Mentor | Assassin's...

#youtube #altair #altair ibn la'ahad #kills #haras #the traitor #al mualim #masyaf #assult #assassins creed #revelations #ac revelations #new video #ac videos #ooblets gameplay #videos #yt video #walkthrough

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frizwoa · 1 year

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Masyaf Castle Syria

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#masyaf #masyaf castle #مصياف #قلعة مصياف #syria

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teecupangel · 7 months

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Why not just Desmond being an angel.

And it freaks everybody out and everybody thinks he's holy or something and he's just like "all right okay why not"

It had happened by accident.

It had to be an accident, right?

Altaïr had been thrown out of the room and the Templars had unsheathed their weapons. Malik had been focused on protecting his brother, shouting at him to run as he tried to keep all of the Templars busy.

Robert de Sablé didn’t even look back when he walked away after ordering their death.

Malik didn’t know what happened.

He saw Kadar freeze when he neared the scaffolding that would lead to the treasure and Malik swore his eyes glowed gold for the briefest of moments.

Before one of the Templars charged at him.

Kadar snapped out of it and tried to block, his stance unstable enough that he slipped backwards.

Into the scaffolding…

Taking the Templar with him.

The Templar’s sword struck one of the wooden pillars keeping the scaffolding stable and…

Malik didn’t have any explanation for it.

It shouldn’t have happened.

The scaffolding started to crumble, making Kadar and the Templar run away from it as fast as they could.

And then…

The wall next to the scaffolding began to break apart, golden light coming from the cracks before the entire thing fell down.

Together with the treasure and the ark where it had been resting.

The ark broke in half, splitting in the middle to reveal an egg shaped thing made of stone that was around the height of perhaps Malik when he was sitting on the floor.

The treasure fell on top of it, shattering like it was made of glass.

Where the shards fell on the stone, the stone changed and spread.

Until…

What had been stone had changed to seemingly three pairs of wings with white feathers that seemed to shine gold all curled together.

The wings twitched…

Before slowly opening, stretching to its full size.

Revealing a young man seemingly sleeping, the three pairs of wings attached to his back. His head was resting on his propped up knees.

No one could speak.

No one could move.

Until…

“Altaïr?” Kadar whispered hesitantly and Malik could see why he would call out that fool’s name.

The man looked too much like Altaïr for it to be a coincidence.

Almost as if hearing the name, the man…

No.

The divine being in front of them opened his eyes.

Instead of Altaïr’s golden eyes, his eyes were light brown with specks of gold in them.

And Malik wondered how he could see them from where he was standing, a few meters away from the winged being.

The divine being looked around and blinked.

His eyes met Malik and his lips parted.

“It’s an angel!”

Before he could speak, the Templars all knelt and began to pray.

The Templar who had attacked Kadar took off his helmet and…

It was a woman.

A woman who was praying fervently at the divine being who…

… looked at Malik with wide confused eyes.

Unorganized Notes… I mean… sorta notes?:

Desmond is surprised for a few seconds then he goes “Be not afraid” and tried to sound super impressive “Ye are in the presence of…………… the will of God.” and he’s just bullshiting his way to uuhhh. He has no plans.

He glanced at Malik and Kadar and oh yeah, alright.

“Ye shall not harm these… men of justice for they are… under my protection…?”

At that point, Desmond knows he is ffuuuccckkeedd. Malik is obviously onto him. Kadar is super confused and just keeps staring at his face. Then…

Maria, of all people, agree and even goes as pledge her sword to him which is super weird and Desmond’s just “???”

In the end, Desmond accidentally takes the Templars about to kill Malik and Kadar with him as he leaves the temple with Malik and Kadar. It’s a very awkward journey and Desmond has no idea what else to do other than…

Oh wait… there were other Templars stationed nearby and they all saw him leave with his ‘entourage’.

Before he could try to say anything, Maria speaks for him, calling the messenger of God and that he had been sleeping in the Ark of the Covenant which sounded like a super big deal (and he can’t even whisper to Malik to ask what the hell she was talking about because the Farm was never religious and the only time Desmond even heard of the Ark of the Covenant was from Indiana Jones) and…

… why does it feel like Maria was converting people into becoming his personal army???

Oh god… Was this…

Was he going to take his own army to Masyaf???

#yeah that’s right #i’m back to my maria would totally worship desmond as her god bs #for some reason i’m imagining the battle in masyaf at the start of ac1 to be #assassins versus templars versus desmond’s ‘army’#which is really more or less zealots who believe his word is god’s word #he is not having a good time #oh god #altaïr is going to be seen as the ‘son of an angel’#asjdjfhjakdsfjkfbasjkdf #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #malik al sayf #kadar al sayf #maria thorpe #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #ask and answer

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rk1kincorrect · 9 months

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part 1 of masyaf minge ……………….. stay tuned for kadar’s revenge

#masyaf minge #altaïr ibn la'ahad #assassin’s creed #malik al sayf #altmal #assassin's creed 1 #abbas sofian #kadar al sayf

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rea-grimm · 1 month

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Dragon of Masyaf 4

During your training, you set your own mission. You knew Altair had a soft spot for you and to be honest you had a crush on him too. However, you needed to put all these emotions aside.

You knew very well that the Grandmaster was hiding something and it also concerned the underground passages and the room with the dragon. You didn't know how or why yet, but it was definitely there. And the grandmaster was the key.

It may have been drastic, but you didn't come up with any other solution. Your tactic was to be cool and professional with him, without any emotion, and wait and watch for him to make a mistake.

Once you weren't well and so you weren’t in the mood or anyone and you had the impression that Altair might lose his mind, to find out what was bothering you. You hoped it would be the same now. That he will make a mistake and lead you to the truth.

Your efforts were not long in coming. You were the first to start calling him master again. When you said that to him for the first time in a long time, he looked at you uncomprehendingly. However, when he saw that it was not a mistake, he was speechless.

After a few days, it was clear that he was annoyed. Although he tried to disguise it, all the inhabitants of Masyaf recognized it. However, it did not lead to any error. Yet.

And finally, after almost a month, it happened. What you've been waiting for so long. Altair sent word to Jerusalem. You knew that if it was an administration to Jerusalem, it was to the only person who could help him.

A few days later, when you were patrolling the castle gate almost every day, the expected guest finally arrived. Malik left his horse on the outskirts of the city and walked to Masyaf.

From there you watched him from afar. Instead of going to the study or Altair's room, he headed to the underground. You followed him there as well, being careful not to lose sight of him.

Malik had a torch with him, so you knew very well that you had reached the gate. He glanced over his shoulder before stepping through her. However, you were hidden behind a pillar the whole time and you were quite far away and without a torch. There was no way he could see you. He finally got through.

You walked over to the gate and listened. You recognized Altair's voice as he discussed something with Malik. However, you didn't understand them from this distance. The worst part was that you had no idea how far they were from the gate. What if they were right next door? You would reveal yourself that very soon.

You heard the voices start to drift away so you decided to take a peek inside. You crouched in the farthest corner from where the voices were least audible and peeked through the illusion. You haven't seen them anywhere. With that, you crawled inside and hid behind the golden relics. You alternated these hiding places and slowly approached the voices.

You were so close you could see them. Malik had his back to you and Altair couldn't see past him. You could already notice something strange about him. The fact that he had his hood off was strange in itself, but even stranger were the white gold horns sticking out of his head.

Moreover, now you could see better, how snow-white wings stuck out from his back, resembling the wings of a bat. Just like the time he caught you on a failed jump. Likewise, a long reptilian tail flicked from side to side behind him. By the looks of it, you'd guess it was a crocodile if it wasn't connected to your master.

"... Everything was fine before. Now I don't know why she's avoiding me and it's driving me crazy," Altair complained. So your plan worked.

"And did you try to talk to her?" Malik suggested, rubbing his chin.

"What would I say to her?" he growled in response. You wanted to hear better and leaned out a little more. As you leaned on your hand, the gold shifted under your weight and several coins rolled to the ground.

The two men immediately perked up and looked in your direction. Fortunately, you were already hidden again. Your heart was in your ears from all the adrenaline. You heard footsteps approaching. That was bad. You immediately moved to another shelter.

"Did someone follow you?" Altair asked as he inspected your previous stash.

"I don't know about anyone," he replied and walked over to him. Altair crouched down to exactly where you were hiding before he smiled conspiratorially.

"It doesn't matter," he replied surprisingly calmly and headed for your next hiding place. You had to hide somewhere else.

This is how you played cat and mouse until you ran out of places to run and you found yourself in a dead end. You hoped he wouldn't come after you, but he didn't.

Altair appeared directly in front of you, his wings making him appear wider and blocking any possibility of your escape. You cringed and couldn't take your eyes off of him. As if there was an image that you needed to burn in your memory.

The first thing you noticed was the bright golden eyes with narrowed pupils and then the white spots on his face which you later found out were scales.

Altair reached out and helped you to your feet. He then put his arm around your waist and led you to Malik. Before you knew it, he pulled you closer and hugged you from behind. His head rested on top of yours. You tried to squirm out of his grip, but it was in vain. He had tremendous strength.

"Leave him. You don't have to worry about anything. He won't do anything else, he just needs to calm down," Malik said as he saw you struggle.

"What's this about?" you asked with a furrowed brow as you calmed down.

“Nothing,” you heard Altair murmur into your hair.

"You should tell her. She deserves to know the truth. She's seen you like this before anyway," Malik tried to convince him. However, the dragon hugged you even more and you felt him dig into your hair even more.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Malik asked you with a sigh, trying to change tactics when he saw his friend refusing to speak.

"I suspected something was up. I always saw Altair sneaking in here. I knew if I ignored him, he would make a mistake," you explained curtly. You felt Altair squeeze you lightly before letting go again. As if he was showing you that he didn't like it.

“Smart. And besides, it worked for you," Rafiq praised you.

“I'm not sure about that,” you replied. They just caught you.

"I think if you've come this far, you deserve to know the truth," he said, looking at Altair to see if he wanted to speak. However, the dragon remained silent.

"As you can see, the novice here is a dragon. As such, he has his strengths and weaknesses. For example, hoarding things and a certain selfishness or possessiveness. He simply has to have what he likes with him. Which is you. And thanks to your plan, when you kept your distance, it was destroying him. Like a dragon, he wanted to have you with him, but in order not to reveal himself, he couldn't show it," he explained. At his words, the dragon hugged you tighter again. Like he's afraid you'll run away from him.

To be honest, it was a lot to absorb. It made sense, but until now you thought that dragons were just legends, fairy tales to scare little children.

"I think it's best if we all go to sleep. At least Y/N can get it out of her head," he said before turning to his friend. "Altair, don't you want to finally let her go? Let her breathe a little?" he asked him. You felt the dragon reluctantly obey him and let you go.

“I didn't mind,” you shrugged. If it made Altair feel better then why not?

“You shouldn't have said that out loud,” you heard Malik say before the dragon hugged you again.

“You sleep with me tonight,” the dragon murmured, kissing you between your ear and jaw.

After that, he took you in his arms and carried you like that to his room which was located in one of the highest towers in Masyaf. There you took off your gear, but you were still wearing your uniform. He undressed and the only thing left on were his pants.

You were lying in bed and he lay right next to you and hugged you from behind. You didn't even move. You closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep.

You had no idea how much time had passed, but there was no sleep. No matter how hard you tried, your thoughts kept drifting to the assassin lying next to you.

You thought the dragon must have been asleep and you were the only one thinking too much when you felt his face brush against your hair before he lightly kissed you on the spot.

"I love you," he whispered almost inaudibly, but it was more than loud in the silence of the night. You didn't expect this. You turned around in his arms to look at him. The dragon looked unexpectedly vulnerable and you could see the desire in his eyes that shone in like two embers of coal.

"Altair…" you were about to tell him that you felt the same way when he stopped you.

"Don't say anything. I don't want to force you into anything. Let it go through your head," he said.

“I don't need to,” you closed your head and looked into his eyes. “I love you too,” you replied, feeling your cheeks burn from the confession.

"Are you serious?" he asked pulling you closer.

“Absolutely,” you replied with determination. At that, the dragon smiled and gently took your chin and leaned towards you. He kissed you on the lips carefully, as if he was afraid of hurting you. It was a short kiss, but it meant a lot.

When you pulled away, you laid down more comfortably right next to him. You placed a small kiss on his chest before closing your eyes. Altair was still hugging you and to top it off he covered you with his wing. You felt like he was protecting you from the whole world.

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#assassin's creed #assassin's creed x reader #altair x reader #altaïr ibn la'ahad #altair #dragon altair #dragon #dragon of masyaf

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thou-babbling-brook · 2 years

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AC1 Week: Day 5 - Enemy ⚔️

“And you?! You have wasted your staring into that Apple, dreaming of your own glory!”

“That is true, Abbas. I learned many things from the Apple — of life and death, of the past… and the future. Let me show you.”

I drew this based on that scene from Prince of Egypt where Pharoah and Moses confront each other in “The Plagues,” so enjoy!

#assassin’s creed #altaïr ibn la'ahad #abbas sofian #ac1week #ac1 week #assassin’s creed fanart #ac1 #art #my art #abbas is cool colored bc he’s cold and fucked up masyaf #altaïr is warm colored bc he’s got a fire inside and he’s gotta reignite masyaf to its former glory

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drabblesfromthevoid · 2 years

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Thinking about Desmond time travel back to Altair's time. Read a fic the other day with a Malik/Desmond pairing, and I thought it was neat, so the pairing might be that, I guess?

For some reason want to throw in Clay too, just because. Anyways. Jerusalem. Our intrepid (hah!) pair goes and absconds with the Apple before Altair and friends get there.

When the time comes, Altair does his foolhardy thing. Everything goes more or less the same, except that everyone is very confused as to where the Apple went and taking their frustrations out on each other. Now, Desmond, who has lived as Altair - who has, in a sense, grown along side the man as he becomes a better version of himself. That Desmond wants to save Kadar.

Clay, who is very irritated about being dragged along in this merry trip to the past, is absolutely incensed. Of course, this doesn't stop him from following along with Desmond to rescue Kadar. (It also doesn't stop him from falling in love with Kadar, but that's a different story.)

Kadar wakes up to a face like Altair's but not and the sounds of someone who really likes complaining ("This is horrible, Seventeen. We're going to die of the common flu within a month-"). They don't have the resources to keep him knocked out forever, but they try to cover up as much as possible to prevent Kadar from recognizing them. Kadar begins to wonder if the Altair twin was just a figment of his imagination or not.

When Kadar is well enough, Desmond knocks him out as safely as he can and they basically do the equivalent of dumping him on the Jerusalem bureau door then knocking and running.

Malik is very surprised to see his brother - not cold and dead but warm and alive, if still wounded - and if you told him it was a gift from the gods, he would believe you wholeheartedly.

Meanwhile, Desmond and Clay move to a whole different section of the city. Desmond, who has a 21st Century knowledge of medical practices, introduces the importance of cleanliness and begins to make poultices with the rudimentary survive-in-the-wild knowledge he got from the Farm.

The poor begin to know him as Healer. He sells his products at the market, and they're good enough to keep him and Clay financially stable.

Clay, meanwhile, has grown bored of complaining and is now fully invested into bringing science early, fuck the timeline, Seventeen. He's here, queer, and ready to bring all of these fools into a new age even if he has to drag them kicking and screaming.

Now that they have disposable income, it'd be easy to move into a more affluent place, right?

But Desmond - who ran away at sixteen, who has known hunger and fear - sees the children on the streets, gaunt faces and wide eyes and he buys the staple crops.

The first time he drags out a large cauldron into the street, Clay throws his hands up and goes back in. "You're going to get mobbed, Seventeen."

Desmond adds in staple grains and vegetables and meat and what sort of seasonings he's managed to scrounge up. The end result isn't a five star meal or anything, but it tastes all right ("Seventeen, I can't decide whether or not I miss Abstergo's lovely meals or not.") and it is warm and it is as good as Desmond is going to get, what with an unfamiliar form of cooking and the sheer size of the meal.

By now, there are children and teenagers and adults and all sorts of poor population nearby, scenting the air. Desmond spots a child - maybe roughly eight years of age - licking his lips and staring longingly at the pot.

"You," he calls, pointing at the child. "Boy, come."

For a moment, it looks as if the child is going to bolt, but then he steps out from the shadows and shuffles closer. He stops out of arms reach, eyes darting everywhere, prepared to run at the slightest sense of wrong. "Mister?"

"Go to my house. There's a pile of bowls - bring it out. Ask the man inside if you can't find them. There's a bowl of this for you if you do."

Hunger winning out over suspicion, the boy scampers inside.

("What? What are you doing in here?" Clay grumbles. "What does that bastard want now? The bowls are over there, now leave me alone.")

The boy comes out with the nine bowls of differing colors and patterns that Desmond had been able to scrounge up. Some of them are chipped but all of them work well enough. As promised, Desmond scoops out some of the unholy amalgamation of a porridge into one of the bowls.

"You will eat here," he says, pointing to the carpet he had laid out. "You will wash your bowl when you're done, with the soap over there."

The boy nods earnestly, and Desmond hands him the bowl. He scampers over to the rug then sits and positively inhales the food.

"Slowly," Desmond warns, half afraid the child is going to end up choking and vomiting.

The child slows.

Other children inch their way closer, staring at the boy and his food in something like envy. A few look lime they'd be willing to come to blows over it, but Desmond keeps a sharp eye on them.

"I need some chores done. Same payment," he says, tilting his head at the food, and the children come even closer.

A girl of maybe ten years of age draws up the courage to step closer. "Mister? What do you need done?"

And that's how Desmond ends up feeding the poor population of Jerusalem.

#assassin's creed #asscreed #assassinscreed #desmond miles #clay kaczmarek #altair ibn la'ahad #malik al sayf #kadar al sayf #masyaf brotherhood #Jerusalem bureau

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asscrackcreed · 11 months

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https://youtu.be/iQ3GWItRYaM

IF ONLY YOU WERE MINEEE IF ONLY YOU WERE MINEE

abbas to altaïr

#‘if only you were mine’#‘u kicked me out of masyaf’#assassin's creed #ac #ac1 #abbas sofian #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ask #anonymous

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witchblade · 4 months

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this segment is so surreal he walks at old man speed and every time you make him run he stops to cough

#which i mean fine but its in the masyaf map and they didnt reduce the distances #so im just ambling along in silence for long periods

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shortpirateking · 1 year

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Midnight Musings

(A/n: This takes place in the ‘Hawk of Masyaf’ universe which is just a giant self-insert that has been spinning in my head for too many years... so yeah! Also this is protocreed)

None of them truly belonged.

At least, that was how Clay thought of the dynamic between him and his.. lovers? Honestly, no matter how often they all spoke to him it felt like he shouldn’t even be here- be with them. A living Virus, an immortal, and the man who was a messiah in his own right...and what about him? Compared to them he was little more than a failed subject like the rest of them. Hell, he should have been dead!

At least... he should have- all of them should have by then... but for some odd reason each one of them continued on in some way that defied what logic should entail. Alex should have been some unconscious virus with no sense of self, Ariel should have died over 900 years before(and in the future too, had the Isu not thrown them back), and Desmond should have been like him; Insane, suicidal, possibly braindead from all bleeding he had endured...but unlike himself...he persevered. He lived when he should have died- because of Clay- because of them.. And it was because of them that he was still here too...

At least... sort of. The ‘real’ Clay had died many months before. He was little more than a computer AI of him, but still....feeling the outside world had done wonders for him despite is guilt of the fact that he wasn’t the same man who had died before. Which... he supposed would put him with the other three around him. He didn’t truly belong either, did he? An Ai of a man brought to insanity with little to do besides make way for the savior.

“Clay?”

The groggy voice of Ariel brought the man out of their stupor and bringing them back to the present- in bed between their smallest lover and Desmond with Alex on the far end.. Clay almost wanted to look away from the concerned grey-green of the smaller man’s eyes, assure them that he was fine... but he knew well enough that Ariel could see past that, past his walls.

A sigh, and Clay shakes his head in preparation to speak... and tensing in surprise when a much smaller hand grasped his own in a gentle embrace. Clay turned, and once more he met the same understanding and loving gaze that he fell for long before this- when he was a simple college student and her a cashier at the local store he often stopped by for snacks. Before he knew about the assassins and templars, of Desmond or a bioengineered supervirus.

“It is too early in the morning for worries” Ariel finally spoke once more with the same look she had given Desmond when she had accompanied him onto animus island(with the help of Alex, apparently)- when she had looked in the mirror for the first time and allowed him to touch and feel, when Alex would hold them close and lose form when the world was too loud for him... and now she directed that same gaze to him once more.. as if this wasn’t a nightly occurrence, as if none of them truly had a full nights rest because of their pasts. Even them, during the nights they sobbed silently about long lost lovers and brothers lost to time.

Arms wrapped around him- Desmond this time, groggy and certainly not at all awake. “c’mon Clay... you can be thinking later... we need to sleep” the man’s voice brought shivers against his pale skin where his breath ghosted over it, and Clay halfway expected to be pinned down by Alex... but he relented with a sigh. Despite his worried and fears, his doubts and insecurities... he loved them all- like they loved him. Because none of them belonged

None of them belonged anywhere but in each other’s arms... and that was enough for the man.

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