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darkdevasofdestruction · 4 years

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Day 5 : Caress - Malik Al’Sayf

I rushed as fast as I could to the medical ward after hearing that an emergency occured and I must heal a patient in a critical state, being the Head Medic of Masyaf, but what I wasn't expecting was to see my fiance on the table, barely conscious and in excruciating pain.

"What the hell happened here?!" I raised my voice in a panic as I rushed to his side, examining his terrible injuries. "Their mission was a success, but at great cost." one of the assassins there informed me. "What about Kadar and Altaïr?! Where are they?!" I asked in concern, not seeing them around, but the assassins shuffled on his feet slightly, clearly uncomfortable. "I...Do not know the details, but Altaïr compromised the mission by disrespecting the creed and got Kadar killed, while he got back to the Kingdom unscathed. Malik was the reason for the mission's success." the man fumbled with his words seeing how dark my aura became as I heard his words. "I see...Be a dear and bring Altaïr to me as soon as possible. Tell him...I have to look for his injuries." I bit my lip in anger, turning around to work on Malik's injuries at once. "Yes, ma'am. He is on an urgent mission at the moment, but as soon as he's done, I will bring him over." he said in a stern voice, leaving the room, leaving me alone with Malik. "My dearest Malik...Why must you always be hurt in such ways? You don't deserve this misery...You're such a beautiful man, you don't deserve any of this pain...I'm so sorry I couldn't be there to protect you..." I could feel tears welling in my eyes, already falling fast down my cheeks, but I couldn't allow weakness, I had to make sure he stays alive and well.

It took days to heal his injuries, and the fact that I was forced to amputate his arm made it even worse, for there was barely any anaesthetic or painkiller that could save him from the pain of this procedure or of the painful healing process. It felt like I was hurting him all over again, like I was creating this torturous agony, instead of saving him.

It felt like hell.

I have never seen him cry until then, until that excruciatingly unbearable pain took over him, when he was pleading me to stop and just let him die already, but I couldn't listen to his pleas, I had to keep my oath as a Doctor and save him, no matter how much my heart was grieving for him and crying to be allowed to just stop and hold him through all this abyss he was succumbing to.

It took weeks of intense healing for him to become stable, time in which I could barely get a wink of sleep due to having to pay close attention to his wounds so they wouldn't fester or spread.

I never prayed in my life, but this month, I prayed religiously, more than a monk could possibly pray to his Gods, just so he would wake up and become better...Stable.

And not just physically, but emotionally and mentally as well. I didn't even realise I fell asleep, or maybe I didn't, for my brain might still be quite awake - It seemed like a catatonic state that I was swimming into, but it was comfortable and warm, for some reason...It felt safe.

"You never cease to save me, do you, Katrina?" a low, familiar man voice was heard faintly around me. "You'll never get rid of me." I mumbled out loud - or at least I think I did - since I heard a chuckle as a response. "You are the only thing dear in this world that I have left. Without you, my time here on this world would be meaningless." he continued, which made me scowl and fought with my mind to wake up, which I did, with a jolt. "What the...? When did I fall asleep? Damn it...I'm glad you're awake...I think. How are you feeling? Still in pain? Need me to find some alcohol or painkillers?" I wobble on my feet, leaning on the bed to keep myself upright, due to the exhaustion taking over me. "I can manage without them now, I'll be fine. You won't, though. Get some rest." he told me in a firm voice, but I only shook my head. "Someone needs to take care of you. What if your condition gets worse?! What if I can't cure you?! What if-" I tried to reason, but he shook his head and reached out his sole arm to me, and I automatically rushed to hold his hand with both of mine. "Then lay here, with me. You look dreadful. I told you to never neglect your health for someone else, even if you're the Head Medic. Masyaf can do with 1 less assassin, but without their Healer, they are dead." he deadpanned, making me slap him...Or almost slap him, for my hand stopped just before it could collide with his skin, before it dropped down on his shoulder and I hung my head down. "You're lucky you're in such a bad state, otherwise I don't know what I would have done to you if I heard you speak such nonsense. Why are you allowed to grieve and treasure me, but I cannot do the same for you?! What, my feelings don't matter?! You think I'd go to that insufferable Altaïr and slap his face of I didn't care for you? Why, Malik, why can't I be allowed to treasure you, but you can do that with me?!" I let go of my frustrations as tears started spilling down my face again, but Malik only sighed, motioning me to sit down next to him. "You are an important person, Katrina, both for the Kingdom, to Masyaf, and to myself, of course. I've already lost my brother and my position as a top Assassin. If I were to lose you aswell because you overworked yourself tending to me, I would never forgive myself. I don't want to see you in pain, that's all I'm saying, and so far, I've been causing you a lot of it." he tried to explain, but it only pissed me off. "Shut the hell up, dumbass." I scowled, making him widen his eyes in shock. "Katrina...You never swear. Don't make a habit out of it, it's not like you." he furrowed his brows together as he raised to lean his back on the bed resting side, reaching his hand to my face, wiping away the tears from my face. "You annoy me so much sometimes that I forget myself. Sometimes, if you'd just shut uo and let me do my job, it'd be so much better. You're not talking to those idiots out there, Al'Sayf, you're talking to your fiancée! Do you really think I'd actually listen to you? Of course not. So shut up and let me worry about you!" I huff, glaring softly at him as I put a hand over his, lacing my fingers with his. "Man, you're scary when you're angry. I bet Altaïr pissed his pants when you started yelling at him. I think I got a nightmare that you were yelling at me instead of him, once, after hearing that." the man chuckled, making me gasp in embarrassment. "Y-You heard that?" I sweatdropped, covering my face with my other hand. "Loud and clear, love. VERY loud and clear. It made me go through the pain, to be fair. It was the best entertainment I got here." he smirked, but I could only sigh in aggravation. "You'll get your share of yelling at that idiot, so preserve your strength. Besides, why would I ever yell at you? You are stubborn, sure, but your intentions are not bad." I smile softly at him, as he gently caressed my face, gazing into my eyes tenderly. "I love you so much, you can't even begin to imagine. I'm so happy that you are my fiancée. Sometimes, I take your kindness for granted, but it's moments like this that I remember just how special you are to me and how your soul is right here, by my side, whenever I face hardships." he put a strand of my hair behind me ears, highlighting how exhausted my face looked. "I hate seeing you so tired, but I will be forever grateful for everything you've done. I love you eternally, Katrina." Malik confessed, leaning in to gently kiss me, his hand on the back of my head. "So...My beloved...Is it true what they say? Do women kissed by fire kiss the best?" I smirk slyly, tilting my head to the side, watching him behind hooded lids. "I don't really have what to compare it with, but I may have been kissed by an angel and I'm in paradise. Does that answer your question?" he chuckled as the ghost of an amused smile took over. "Sounds good to me, my love." I kissed him once again, my hands on his shoulders, bringing him closer to me.

#fluffy self-cember #self indulgent #malik al sayf #Altair Ibn La'Ahad #Assassin's Creed #malik x reader #malik alsayf x reader #Masyaf

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ravenrainy · 7 years

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Fallen Angel!Assassins Creed

ALTAÏR IBN-LA'AHAD

He was God's most trusted Arch Angel,but he fell when his Pride took over him and started crossing the Laws of Heaven and neglecting his guardian duties.

However,he was allowed a chance of redemption,by staying as a Fallen on Earth and taking care of the human he was supposed to guard.

At first,he was hateful and annoyed by the person,but with time,they slowly started warming up to each other.

With time,the Fallen Angel learnt what love and compassion means,cherishing every second with his beloved.

When their human's task has finished,so had his,and he had to return back to Heaven and regain his position besides God...

But would he choose his Heavenly rank and pride,or will he choose to stay by their new lover,who managed to teach him what it means to be human?

MALIK AL'SAYF

He was God's informer,but after getting fed up with the Arch Angel's recklessness and petty behaviour,they faught,and in the process,lost a limb.

Limb that could be easily grown back,if He wished.

For his redemption,he got sent to Earth as a helpless cripple,until a lovely doctor found him and took him in,making sure he has everything he needs.

At first,he was pissy and spiteful,for it was not his fault he ended up like this,and he wanted Divine justice,but after some time with his new paramour,he learnt that there are some people worth living for,and Earth isn't as doomed as it seemed to him,long ago.

Having learnt his lesson,he got offered his Rafiq job again,but he refused,prefering to be a cripple and learn with his lover,to staying in Heaven as a whole Angel once again and having to see that Novice Arch Angel.

EZIO AUDITORE DA FIRENZE

This Casa Nova angered God because he fell in love with the person he was guarding.

For him,they represented the truest definition of beauty and purity in this world,and he couldn't help it.

He'd often go on Earth just to make sure S/O only has fortune in their life...

Until he got told on by some petty Angel and he was forced on Earth to survive like any human.

He didn't mind much,because it mean he could finally be with his beloved and live happily ever after.

He'd tell them stories about Heaven,how he got assigned to be their guardian angel,and how he became one of the Fallen,only for them to teach him about the mundane world and how to live properly.

In all honesty,he felt blessed to be a human now,having his greatest wish come true.

CONNOR KENWAY/RATONHNHAKÉ:TON

He used to be the most innocent and pure angel in Heaven,until he saw his human suffering injustice,so he decided to take the matters in his own hands,to make things right.

Unfortunately,God wasn't happy with that decision and exiled Connor from Eden.

He was angry and confused,but when he finally met his human,he managed to transform all that rage into positive emotions,and help them on their path to success.

It goes without saying that they fell in love with each other,and decided to get rid of the injustice together,but also live happily.

Having the soul of an eternal,he would tell his S/O ancient stories from Native American tribes about the Moon and their connection with nature,much to his lover's fascination,who'd daydream they were living there.

Soon enough,he'd forget he was once an Angel and enjoy his new short life with his paramour.

EVIE FRYE

She's usually so calm and collected,being the one to assign each human to their guardian angel.

Unfortunately for her,she stumbled across one particular human that piqued her interest,and she started looking after them.

Apparently,they lived in a supposedly haunted house and many around accused them of practicing witchcraft.

This interest of her,however,was easily noticed by her fellow colleagues,which weren't pleased with her slacking off,which got God to give her time off of Heaven,to see what's it like to live the difficult life of humans.

Sike.

She enjoyed it more than she'd want to admit,and together with her new S/O,they'd do various paranormal activities and rituals,or research for some more,together.

JACOB FRYE

He got WAY too cocky and sarcastic for angel standards,and Heaven couldn't fit his unlimited ego,so he had to be sent off to Earth,as one of the Fallen.

In all reality,that was his goal all along,since he got bored beyond measure in the Land of Boredom.

Mission completed~!

And even better,as he enjoyed one more night of party,he met the human he used to guard,and for once,he actually did his job at protecting them,which made them look at him in admiration and thankfulness.

It was an obvious love at first sight,both of them being intrigued with the other,and they started courting.

But a more...unusual kind of courting.

"Who pulls the best pranks" kind of pranking,and boy,was he in love.

He thought his greatest achievement was to get kicked out of Eden,but meeting his paramour was definitely much better.

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askchibiassassins · 7 years

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... Can Kadar and Malik fanservice? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

http://aidiki-chan.deviantart.com/art/AlSayf-brothers-455879238

http://aidiki-chan.deviantart.com/art/I-will-protect-you-brother-468916079

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I really like Al-Sayfcest ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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nerbull · 9 years

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Greatly written fanfiction has broken my heart and now I need happy AU’s

#Malik Al Sayf #why must tumblr hate dashes?#assassin's creed #malik AlSayf #assassins creed #my art

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aka-mel · 10 years

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Altair . . . Altair, no. No. She's a Templar. N- WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S PREGNANT!?

Written by Malik AlSayf or really, the great Spaniel122

#assassin's creed #malik alsayf #altair #omg rofls why #spaniel122 #feels

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sc4llywag · 3 months

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So like

Y'know how

When the ship you like

And it rots your brain so much

That you think of the way that they'd kiss like philosophically

With some ships they'll have their eyebrows like tilted upwards really lovingly

But altmal

Is just ANGRY ANGRY FRAAAGHH eyebrows when they kiss passionately

They love each other so much 😈

#im screaming #still sick too #lmao this is funny #im not sorry #they got that hate love love #yknow what i mean #assassin's creed #assassins creed #please im not crazy guys #altaïr ibn la'ahad #malik al sayf #malik alsayf #ac1 #mlm #shipping

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ultimate-vegx · 11 years

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I just wanted to share this with you guys, its so beautifuuuluuuuuul!!

#Altair Ibn La'Ahad #Altair #malik al-sayf #malik alsayf #altmal

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darkdevasofdestruction · 7 years

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Ohh,nice request,dear~

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad

He’s never heard of such a bizarre game before

‘Pocky’ game,huh?

What’s it about?Pocky sounds like something a little girl would name their puppy

So what’s with these chocolate sticks?

When his S/O explains the concept of the said game,he raises an eyebrow,slightly surprised

As his S/O puts the pocky between their lips,he’d sigh at his S/O’s childishness

But would bite the other end of the pocky,with a slight smirk

*munch munch munch*

He’d totally put his hand on the back of his S/O’s head and kiss them passionately

Leaving them shocked

Totally up to it!

Malik Al'Sayf

He finally has some free time away from work

So he decides to go to the calm forest,and read a nice book under a tree,enjoying the chill atmosphere and wind carressing his skin

And munching absent-minded on a pocky stick

Unaware that his S/O was jumping around in the trees from the same forest he was in

But when they notice him,they smirk and giggle mischievously

Quite and swiftly getting on the branch above him

And swung upside down,being eye-level to a shocked Malik

They start to munch on the other end of the pocky

With an annoyed eye twitch and the ghost of a smile,Malik does the same

Then kisses his S/O gently

Before flicking their forehead

“What a Novice you are…”

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

He heard of Pocky before,but he didn’t know much about them

They’re some sweets,right?

But when he sees his S/O munching at the end of a Pocky,a lightbulb appears above his head.

As S/O is fiddling absent-minded with their phone,he comes in front of them and lowers their hands slowly

Then bites slowly at the other end of the pocky,enjoying the flustered and surprised look on his S/O’s face

Bet they weren’t expecting that-

Meeting half-way,he’s kiss his S/O slowly,caressing their face

And get another pocky from the pack,much to his S/O’s dismay

‘Sharing is caring,right,S/O~?*winks*’

He’d then carress and kiss their cheek lovingly,gazing at them with care and awe

And ruffle their hair

Then fix it by putting a flower in their hair

-Endless amount of flowers in his sleeve-

-Ezio Auditore de la la Flower Magician-

Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:Ton

Sweet innocent cinnamon roll

He heard from his friends about these new sweets

He knows his S/O loves sweets,so he got them a pack

His S/O was on the ground,reading,when he got home,so he gave them the gift,hoping they’d like it

His S/O look at the pocky pack and grins

They know Connor has no idea-

S/O tells him to sit down and close his eyes,with a picky between his lips

So he complies,confused

But when he feels the biscuit being munched away,and a soft pair of lips on his own

He realizes why his friends recommended him those sweets

He gently kisses back,then smiles softly,touching foreheads with his S/O

Maybe he should get Pocky packs more often?

Jacob Frye

The unstoppable Jacob Frye strikes again!

He heard of the Pocky Game,and he just knew he had to plan something mischevious

So,he bought a pocky pack and put it in his S/O’s room,with a nice little note

So when S/O came home,they got excited and grabbed the pack,and went back to the living room,munching on a pocky and sliding on their fluffy socks

But something happenedAnd S/O lost balance and started falling-

But no worries!

Jacob Frye the Gentleman is there to the rescue!

Easily catches S/O,with a charming smirk

‘Seems like you’ve…fallen for me,right,dear~?’

-Oh no-

He then proceeded to munch on the pocky,making his S/O even more embarrased

And when the pocky finishes,he kisses his S/O quickly and playfully,then kissed their nose

Leaving them there,dumbstruck,and winking

-Smug Bastard-

He’s definitely planning something sneaky again

Evie Frye

Sweet Evie has been searching non-stop for new paranormal activities in the neighbourhood

But to no avail

So she sat at her desk,researching and eating the closest sweet that reached her grasp

Pocky

Her S/O slowly enters in her room,and tells her about the new Urban Legends she read about

Evie is 1000% fascinated

‘Y'know,Evie,I heard of this nice Japanese game.Want to try it out?’

Intrigued

Evie raises her eyebrows,urging S/O to explain

S/O intead takes a pocky,puts it between her lips,and then munches on the other end of it

She catches on quickly,and slightly amused,follows their lead

Ending with a gentle and loving kiss

‘The myth of the Strange Lolita may be interesting,but I bet the Pocky game is much more appealing,isn’t it~?’

She chuckles and gets another pocky,much to her S/O’s amusement

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askkadaralsayf · 12 years

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Well, this one time, Malik and I put hidden blades on some chickens. The adults thought it was funny.. untill they realized we cut holes in them for the chickens legs. ... .... It wasn't so funny after that.

#kadar #kadar al-sayf #kadar alsayf #Malik #Malik alSayf #Assassin's Creed #ask #ACI

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nerbull · 9 years

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#more tries at animating stuff #altair ibn la'ahad #Malik AlSayf #assassins creed #altmal #my art #gif

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darkdevasofdestruction · 7 years

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Malik AlSayf-Bittersweet Tragedy

The tragedy has left deep scars on more than one person, not only physically, but emotionally as well.

Malik Al-Sayf has lost it all. His brother. His left arm. His strength. His assassin skills. His confidence.

And all of these, because of the patronising arrogance of a certain ‘Master Assassin’. He was the one to save the mission, with the help of his brother and lover, but the trio had a lot to suffer. Crippled. His brother was killed. His lover’s sight and back were partially crippled. He himself was crippled, having lost an arm, due to a grave injury. And now he was stuck aiding the assassins from behind a desk, at the Jerusalem Bureau, feeling irked to no end. He received no compensation or apology, absolutely nothing to sooth his destroyed soul, whilst the man who jeopardized the mission was walking freely down the streets of Masyaf, licking the boots of his Master and still performing important assassinations.

He was alone. He sat there, mindlessly drawing a map, dipping the white feather in black ink, but he couldn’t focus. His mind wandered to the depths of despair. He was so deep in his mind,he messed up the papyrus scroll,being by then completely buried in his dark thoughts.

'It should have been me’ 'Kadar was too young to die’ 'He had all life ahead of him’ 'Three people had to sacrifice themselves, for one to leave unharmed and get all the glory’ 'I am a useless cripple now’ 'My love may lose her sight’ 'She may remain paralyzed’ 'I am not going to be a whole man for her anymore’ 'I lost all chances’ 'I am alone’

He slumped down the wall and rested his lone hand on his forehead, letting the sorrowful tears stream down his face. Being alone, he allowed himself to show weakness, at least to himself.

Nobody to judge him. Nobody to comfort him. Nobody to care about him.

He sobbed silently, trying to release all tension and emotions, for the first time after so many years of stoic façades.

He was back to being Malik. Just Malik. But an incomplete Malik. He was alone. Or so he thought. That is, because unbeknownst to him, the recovering girl had awoken and saw the whole heartbreaking crumbling of her beloved with her unbandaged, undamaged emerald eye and gripping the wooden door tightly, she kept peeking through the gap, silently letting her own tears wet her pale cheeks, not being able to react in any other way.

That was all in the morning, at the earliest hours and the tides have calmed after a long while. The girl, despite her injuries, dressed in a casual outfit worn by women in that city, covering her head, protecting herself from the scorching sun and hiding the ugly scar across her right side of her face, to get the groceries. She walked calmly, enjoying the Spring heat kissing her skin, after such a long time and sighed, lost in thought. What could she do to help her paramour? He was in a dark place and she tried to help. But…how?

Strolling slowly through the city of Jerusalem, she heard a faint angelic sound.

'Meow’

Huh? What was that?

'Meoooow’

The faint sound trailed longer and repeated again and again, making the red head snap her head towards the small animal.

A cute white kitten started prowling around the girl, rubbing itself around her ankles and purring graciously.

With a soft smile, (y/n) picked up the kitten and raised it to her eye level, only to notice an important fact.

The kitten was missing his left paw.

With a soft giggle, the girl rubbed noses with the kitten and he stuck out his tongue slightly, bleping and closing his eyes. Hoisting the groceries bag better on her arm, she put the kitten inside her blouse, hiding it with her thin green shawl and went back to the Bureau.

(y/n):Come on, sweetheart, you’re coming home with me. I’ll have to introduce you to someone. He will adore you!

There, she saw her beloved scribbling frantically, not noticing her presence. She smiled sweetly at him, then meowed slowly making her way towards his desk.

Malik: Ah, (y/n), I see you’ve returned. (y/n): I have.

‘Meow’

Malik: *raises an eyebrow* What was that? (y/n): I have a gift for you~. Malik: Huh? A what?

The girl turned around, took off the shawl from her head and carefully took the feline from her blouse, cradling him in her arms lovingly, then turned to Malik.

Malik: A cat? (y/n): Isn’t he so adorable, Malik~? Malik: He is…But why did you bring him here? This place is hardly a proper place to raise a pet. (y/n): I think we can afford a little arrogance, after all we’ve done for the Brotherhood, correct? Besides, it’s just a small ball of fur, nothing inconvenient! Malik: Are you really going to take care of him? Cats can be quite…Stubborn, to say the least. (y/n): Oh, come on, he’s very affectionate! And…Well... Malik: He’s…He’s missing a paw… (y/n): He is. He is one sweet, strong kitten, despite his incapacity…And I think he likes you a lot. I mean...I guess you’re both incredibly brave and and amazing kittens!

The girl set the cat on the table, where he looked up curiously at the man in front of him, then started rubbing his head on Malik’s hand, rolling on the table, seeking attention from the man in cause. Malik was still in slight shock at the cat’s behaviour and being in general, while the girl was watching in glee. Those two really clicked off well.

Malik: What should we name him? (y/n): I had something in mind but…Only if you-… Malik: Kadar? (y/n): Kadar.

The man sighed, seeing her sweet, sad smile as she spoke his younger brother’s name, making him hang his head down, slightly going back to his sorrowful state, but the kitten was faster and he raised his sole paw up, trying to touch Malik’s face, as if he was worried about the man’s emotional state. With a tender smile, the girl cupped her lover’s face and kissed his forehead, hugging him tightly.

(y/n): Go rest, my love. You’ve been working so hard for the past days, it’s high time you get some time off. And don’t bother trying to argue with me, just take little Kadar with you too...You both need company. Malik: *sighs* You never know when to stop. Very well then.

He clumsily picked the cat up, going to his room and staid there until late at night. The girl yawned, slightly tired and bored from the lack of activity from the day, so she decided to call it quits and went to her room, changing in one of Malik’s large shirts that she stole a while ago, trying to catch some sleep. But she couldn’t. Her mind kept flying towards her paramour, left alone with his parasitic thoughts in another room, so she sighed, got up and knocked on the door, entering slowly, trying not to disturb him.

But he wasn’t asleep. Multiple candles were still alit, as he lay there, topless, reading a book, little Kadar curled up, nuzzling his neck.

(y/n): Are you okay,Malik? You kind of…Got me worried… Malik: Exceptionally ordinary. (y/n): Don’t try to fool me, Malik. We both know that’s far from true. Malik: Did you truly expect me to admit how bad I feel? (y/n): N-No…But… Malik: I’m not fine, but it matters little now. Injustice will always win, so forget it. (y/n): Look…I-I know…I couldn’t possibly bring your brother...Or your arm back...Nor turn back time and fix everything up…But…Okay, maybe I’m really useless…But I can’t stand seeing you like this. It hurts so much... Malik: You’re already half blind, just close your eye and you’re done. (y/n): Well, you don’t really handle this situation properly! But I want to help, Malik. I’m here for you. I’ve always been…So please...Please don’t shut me away.

He put his book on the table and got in front of the small girl, looking down at her, exhaustion and depression lurking obviously on his face. Being closer also meant that the outline of each wound was times more obvious on his sun-kissed chest, making her bite her lip. Malik: Isn’t that my shirt? (y/n): Might be. Malik: Your ex-thief career is showing again. (y/n): It was a while ago…

He turned his back to the fox like girl and put his hand on his face, slightly annoyed, trying to hide any emotion that might surface.

Malik: Just go to your room, (y/n). There’s nothing to see here but depression. (y/n): If I weren’t ready to stand by your side through every danger, I wouldn’t have come here. We’ve been together for so long and braved so many problems together... Malik: You are doing a grave mistake. (y/n): I prefer to make my own mistakes. But darling, staying my your side will never be a mistake.

The girl unbuttoned her shirt and hugged his wounded back tightly, resting her forehead on his shoulder. She could feel him tense up. He was stunned. Rooted to the spot. Unaware of his next move.

What was going on? What should he do? Those questions became even more conflicting as she started slowly kissing his scars, then nuzzled her face on the crook of his neck, no doubt standing on her tippy toes, as she wasn’t tall enough otherwise. He could feel the breathe hitch in his throat as his heart started aching more and more.

Malik: (Y/N)…Why…? (y/n): I don’t need a reason to comfort my lover, do I? Or is it a crime? Malik: No, but… (y/n): But what, Malik? Have I not been what you expected? I know I am a terrible lover and all that but…I apologize if I disappointed you…I just wanted to see you happy…Smile…Especially during these times of darkness…I know I’m no good...But I’m...I’m trying, I promise... Malik: No, don’t misunderstand, please. I only wish I could properly embrace you, but now, I am unable to comfort you…It s driving me crazy...I’m not worthy of you and your love anymore. You have been everything I could wish for and more than I ever deserved from this life. I just don’t understand why would you stand by me, even now. I’m a cripple. I’m broken, (Y/N), what is there left of me that you still cling to? (y/n): Obviously, your body may be broken, but I am hardly a model anymore, love. Nevertheless, as long as you can feel my warmth and feelings, then I’m happy. I love you, Malik, with or without your arm. It’s still you, just as I’ve always told you. I’m lucky to have met you and to have your feelings. And little Kadar thinks so too. So please, for us, make an effort and reach out to these feelings. Please...Let us save each other. Malik: I don’t deserve you...You are an angel... (y/n): I’m a fox, dearest, hardly a pure deity, so I guess you’re alright.

He turned towards her and caressed her face tenderly, having her own hand over his, then he untied her eye bandage, letting it fall on the ground, as she bit her lip and casted her gaze to the ground, trying to hide the wound.

(y/n): Quite ungraceful, if you ask me. Gory as hell. Nothing pretty to see here. Malik: It’s only fair to stay this way, when we’re alone in our intimacy, don’t you think? (y/n): Since when do we play fair, Malik? Malik: We never do.

He pushed the fire-kissed strand of hair covering her damaged eye behind her ear then leaned down, kissing her gently. Parting, he traces down to her neck, then slowly removes her shirt, revealing her bare shoulders and cleavage, both beautiful, yet both covered in merciless scars and fresh wounds that have yet to properly heal.

(y/n): Why do you still hold such a depressed look, my love? I know I’m hardly at my highest glory on the beauty-department, but- Malik: No, (Y/N), you will always be perfect, no matter what you think may look like flaws...And yet, these are all my fault. Each one depicts the time I was not there on time to aid you...Save you, just like I promised I would, the day I asked you to marry me. (y/n): Seeing that you have the same problem, I suppose we’re both terrible bad at out jobs as protectors, dear husband. After all, I said a vow as well, did I not~? Malik: Will you ever have it in your heart to forgive me? (y/n): What is there to forgive, if you’ve done nothing wrong? Stop overreacting, I am not the one suffering here. You are. Malik: But I- (y/n): I love you, Malik. And so did Kadar. What happened could have been avoided, but it was not your fault and we both know it. There is no use lingering on the past, when the present is right here, in front of you, telling you to wake up to your senses. Malik: *sighs* I know you are right, but I cannot just forget what happened. Not when it was just a few days ago... (y/n): You don’t have to forget, my love. Just don’t forget that the past is over. The present is all that we have. Malik: Then, may I enjoy this present for an eternity, with you by my side? (y/n): I will always be here for you, Malik. Always and forever. Malik: Always and forever.

They sealed the promise with a solemn kiss, the same way they did when they said their vows to each other on that faithful night, only the two of them, then went back to his bed, cuddling, with little Kadar just between them, all of them enjoying the happy memories and warmth, for as long as they lasted. Dark times may come, but they will always pass, sooner or later and that is something that Malik is never going to forget any time soon.

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Altair Ibn-La'Ahad

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12th century Jerusalem,Syria,Damascus,Acre... All these countries have been known to publicly execute traitors.

Hanging. Burning. Stoning. Or maybe all three at once.

The victims staying on a stage,the crowd boo-ing and throwing items at the victim,humiliating them and shouting enraged.

Betrayers must be punished.

Betrayers...like...

Assassins.

Through the time,Assassins have become the Robin Hoods of those times,helping the poor and the defenseless,much to the dismay of the wealthy. The merciless Templars and their silly order based on bribing and imposing controlling power... But Altaïr knew just how to deal with them.Him and his significant other,Kitsune,were the dynamic duo that could easily eradicate the power-hungry monsters that plague the countries.

With his strength and skills and her strategies and agility,they could single-handedly kill an entire army and leave the place unscratched.

Unfortunately,that wasn't the case in their last mission too,and that may be because Al Mualim sent them,unknowingly,on a rather suicide-task.

The plan sounds easy enough,right?

Wrong.

That is because Al Mualim's trusted source betrayed them,and the girl got caught,much to Altaïr's despair.

He tried and tried in vain,with the help of his two trusted friends,Malik and Kadar AlSayf,but they could do nothing about the rescue-missions,for she was being highly guarded.

The male felt like he could explode right there upon seeing those filthy rags torturing his lover for information,and with each of her cries of agony,she'd also smirk and give off a snarky signature remark. She always believed that by laughing,she could endure pain easier,and mock the other,not giving him any kind of satisfaction.

But she grew weaker with each slash of the whip. She grew fainter with each second her soft pale skin would get damaged. She started slipping in and out of consciousness from the lack of sleep and water or food. She was losing the fight with her own body.

And Altaïr knew it.

Despite trying to remain strong,there is only so much one can take. He had to act quickly.

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The day to act arrived soon,and they infiltrated the Templar base with ease,much to their confusion,only to be shocked at the reason-

-The girl was taken to be publicly executed in the center of Jerusalem-

They quickly took off to the place where the stage was assembled,and noticed the poor frail girl,wearing nothing but torn rags,barely keeping herself on her legs,and struggling to breathe. The crowd was quick to judge and started chanting and booing for the traitor to die,throwing stones at the stage,and one of them hitting her leg,making her stumble and fall,helplessly. She could feel tears numbly flowing down her cheeks as she was dragged in front of the noose,and she could feel her breathe hitch on her throat.

She was doomed.

Templar:This wench is being executed for being an Assassin!Such a brute,stealing from us and killing us,the ones protecting you,the people of Jerusalem!She has betrayed her people,and with no remorse,she still hasn't confessed her sins!

The crowd suddenly fell silence at the word 'Assassin'. The common folk knew her. She was one of the few kind people that has been helping them,and seeing their ray of hope,helpless and broken,it shattered them. They were lost. They knew they had to do something,but what?

Templar:We will give you one more chance,wench!Confess your crimes!Tell us about your little group of killers and we shall spare you!

The girl said nothing. Instead,she fell to her knees,while gazing absent-minded at the ocean of people,then slowly turned her head up to the clear sky,at the Sun. She slowly grinned and started laughing,shocking everyone.

Kitsune:If this is my death,then I can say that I'm happy I died for the good of my people.I died...defying evil.I died...defying you.

The girl was glowing with glee in the spotlight made by the Sun. She seemed like a Saint to the crowd- Their Saviour. But their hope was crushed when she got struck by Templar,which made her fall on her back,covering her face,despite having her wrists bound together with rope.

Templar:You chose your own death,filth.It's time!

However,from the crowd,a strong booming voice could be heard protesting. One,then two,then three... And with that,a whole protest took place,where civilians started opposing the few Templars present. The Templars were no longer paying attention to the small girl,and instead,went to fight off the crowd- And that was the best opportunity for the trio to save her.

Malik and Kadar went to defend the crowd (thankfully attacked by a few Templars) and Altaïr jumped on the stage,picked up the girl and cradled her to his chest,then quickly took off,unsighted,to the Assassins Bureau. She was clinging by his neck,her breathe ragged,still shaken by her almost-death situation. The man sat down on the bed and hugged his lover,protecting her in his arms,and keeping his chin on her head,trying to soothe her.

She was finally safe again. In his arms.

The only person to know her weaknesses. The only person to be her strength. He was her strength,her peace,her balance. He was the only one who could keep her grounded. And like-wise,she was his mischief. She was his reason to let loose and enjoy life. She was the one to show him the beauty of the world and truly feel like he was alive. The only one to ever show him he was human and worthy of humane emotions.

Altaïr:Kitsu...everything is going to be alright now...They are all dead,and none shall take you away from me anymore.I promise you. Kitsu:Altaïr... Altaïr:You should sleep,my love.Everything will be better in the morning.I will be here,with you. Kitsu:I...need water... Altaïr helped the girl drink a glass of water,the she slowly laid her head on the crook of his neck,closing her eyes,tired and aching. Kitsu:Don't leave me...please... Altaïr:I will stay by your side even at the end of the world.Nothing can tear us apart. Kitsu:The apocalypse stand no chance against the almighty Altaïr,the youngest Master Assassin. Altaïr:*chuckles*There is only one weakness I have,and that is you.If I lose you,I am nothing. Kitsu:Don't think you can get rid of me that easily. Altaïr:Silly...wouldn't dream of it.

She slowly kissed his neck,then sighed peacefully,letting sleep take over her,finally feeling safe in his warm embrace,both hearts beating together,as one. Looking down at the sleeping girl,he closed his eyes and kissed her hair,cherishing every second with her. The shock of almost losing her almost gave him a heart attack and he wished not to go through that again.

'Ahbak jiddaan eaziziun (I love you very much,my darling)

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