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frenchoravocadotoast · 6 months

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Basim Ibn Ishaq headcanons

Basim Ibn Ishaq x GN!reader

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Basim is an “actions speak louder than words” man. He’s kind of reserved by nature and has spent many years mastering the art of controlling his emotions during his time in Alamut.

That being said, his love language is definitely acts of service.

It starts off small – you both have a passion for literature, a common ground he has yet to realize. He’s talking to Fuladh about a recent poem he’s just read, reciting his favorite lines, when he hesitates at the end. He’s trying to remember the final verse when you jump in and quote it for him, and Basim shoots you an amused look.

“Since when do you enjoy poetry? ”

He tries to surprise you sometimes – he likes to lend you his favorite books, and if you indulge the man, he’ll even rant about his favorite poets/poetesses and their works. It becomes a bonding mechanism between the two of you, and it might look corny to an outsider; but you see how excited Basim gets when you say you liked the book he gave you, and suddenly, it’s like their opinion doesn’t even matter.

When the life of a Hidden One keeps you up at night –whether that be because of a nightmare or a stress-induced fever– Basim keeps you company. He knows the feeling all too well and refuses to leave you alone, unless that’s something you want. He will sneak into your room with a bowl of fruit and a book in hand.

“May I offer you a poem in these trying times”

Boom you’re sold

It’s a secret of his, but he likes writing poetry, too. He’ll die before admitting it though – and anyone who dares read his work will have to pry it from his cold, dead hands.

That being said, he might let you read something here and there (only the poems he’s revised a hundred times), but you have to swear that you won’t tell anyone.

You don’t mind. It’s like your little secret anyway.

Despite his preference for acts of service, he’s going to try to compliment you every now and then. You can always tell he’s being genuine, and when you thank him, he grants you a warm smile and a courteous nod.

He’s a very good listener. You could be talking about anything and he’d be listening intently, nodding along and asking questions. And nothing escapes him, really – he’s got an amazing memory and will remember your birthday, your favorite food, the friendly camel you met two weeks ago, or even the day you first saw fireworks.

He remembers that day well. The bright lights were sizzling and popping in the sky as you watched them, transfixed. You’d turned to face him with a big grin on your face, and in your excitement, asked him an obvious question: “Did you see that?”

He smiled and nodded, because of course he did.

He didn’t. He was looking at you.

But besides that, nothing escapes him!

He has a habit of shielding you from the elements. When it’s scorching hot, he hovers his hand over your face to keep the sun from your eyes. When it’s windy, he likes to use his stature to shelter you from the breeze. And on rainy days, he cocoons you in scarves and cloaks to keep you from getting wet.

Basim starts laughing more around you, and you both become incredibly closer. You have so many inside jokes that it’s hard to keep track of them, and perhaps it’s starting to get to the other Hidden Ones too. Roshan just sighs as she watches the two of you because you’re both oblivious fools.

He definitely starts coming out of his shell with time, even dropping a pick up line here and there. The first time it happened it caught you so off guard he panicked and lost all sense of his training in three seconds.

“Well, – Nehal is calling me. I’ll see you around.” and he tailed it out of there, tripping over a vase before regaining his footing and scrambling away.

He wouldn’t approach the subject again, and if you were in his proximity he would be as stiff as a board – until you made a move too. You flirted with him out of the blue and he just widened his eyes and pointed at you.

😳🫵🏽

Things change from there and he tries to flirt more (and he’s so dorky he makes everyone within audible distance groan and leave). You’re organizing the books at the bureau, the one place you probably frequent more than your own home, when he comes in.

“You come around here often?”

You give him a deadpan expression, because he can obviously do better than that, and he grimaces.

“Yeah. No more of that.”

Biggest supporter ever. If you speak another language other than Arabic, he wants to know all about it. He’s a smart man, he can learn a couple of expressions quickly, and pretty soon you’re having simple conversations in your tongue.

That being said, if you cuss someone out in said language he’ll probably try to remove you from the situation. He’s not keen on confrontation, especially with civilians, but if they wronged you in any way, he’d be all like “Yeah, what they said!” “And you better remember it!”

An absolute sucker for forehead kisses. He’s not very fond of PDA but he always kisses your temple when he has to leave or walk past you. It’s a ghostly touch, you almost don’t notice it, but it makes your cheeks flush every time.

Likes to hold your face in his hands and just look at you. It can end with him either smiling and kissing the corner of your mouth (on a good day) or pulling your hood down to blind you and ruin the moment (when he’s feeling a little silly). You call out his name and he just barks out a laugh as he climbs onto the rooftops.

He’s actually a little shit (affectionate) (derogatory)

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basimbigtits · 1 month

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IDK WHAT I DID BUT HERE IS BASIM LITTLE RISEEE

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lilbitofmac · 1 year

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FrostIronStrange Assassin’s Creed AU

Totally self-indulgent AU idea… mainly because I wanted to draw Tony as Ezio LMAO Anyway, here’s some of the stuff I’ve drawn for it! ♥️

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spindamiibo · 10 months

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Assassin's Creed is funny cause it started off with a world on the brink of destruction, trying to understand our origins and the people before us, and in the last game ends with loki wearing an atrocious Walmart fit

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demigoddessqueens · 7 months

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kisses

A/n - to my companion piece, “touch”, from a while back

Kisses that are deep seated in passion, molded perfectly to your lips, afraid to pull away because they’re afraid the moment will be over, missing the lack of your warmth that comes with your affection(s)…..kisses that leave them gasping and wanting more, tracing the shape of your lips or theirs when you pull away because it felt too perfect….,kisses along their neck/throat….whining, moaning kisses that leave them breathless, grabbing onto your waist or shoulders tighter than normal just to feel your hands through their mussed hair one last time….morning kisses, evening kisses that feel like they last hours instead of minutes, placing kisses on the insides of your palm/hand before you leave

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kiatheinsomniac · 2 months

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pimsri · 2 years

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They star together in a sitcom about a 1,200 years old Greek demigod with social anxiety and a viking with little Odin running around in her head.

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erismerald · 7 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 (Samuel Drake x Insecure Fem! Reader) 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐀/𝐍: Hello my loves! I know I have been some time away and without any kind of inspiration, however this has been a very complicated year for me and I have not been well enough mentally to even be able to read or post anything!!! But luckily I am slowly getting better (because i´ve meet someone who´s inspire me, and tbh he is a lot like Sam) and now I feel a little more inspired and motivated to write!!! I wish you a good read and I would like to remind you that my orders will open in a few days or so feel free to send me something!!!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It's amazing how exciting and terrifying living alone can be, during a sleepless night as you think back and rethink the nights others warmed the bed of the person you loved the most, a storm of pleasure hit your door.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Insecure reader, Age gap, Semi-Nsfw (sexual tension is in the air for now eheheh) a huge load of fluff, Drunk Sam

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,517

Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow. It's not reprehensible to want something that isn't ours, to desire in the depths of our thoughts something that our heart yearns for, that our body malevolently covets, to be enveloped by the sin that torments our thoughts… during the day it's as if it's just a specter that struts around your heart, but when dusk sets in, this carnal sin dominates every sensation in your body, until the revelry of your hands sliding across your soft skin begins, caressing every centimetre of the core of your body, allowing your thoughts to imagine him in your place… in his most libinous state, such a pure sensation, you begin to imagine his body attached to yours, both in a voluptuous battle to feel more of each other, his lips brushing against your neck and his husky voice a melody to your ears, you imagine his hands pressing you against the mattress, his tongue obscenely tracing its way down between your legs… in the pitch black, you utter his name lovingly like a lover whispering the most lascivious promises, you purr his name, yet your hands caress your core, feeling the wave of pleasure run through every cell of your body… when that pleasure finally sinks in, you open your eyes and feel yourself gasping for breath, and you realise that it was nothing more than your imagination.

You get up calmly from your bed, your body still recovering from the forbidden sensation of pleasure, you see your naked figure in a small worn mirror given to you by the person who kept your mind occupied day and night, quite possibly looted during one of his countless adventures with his companion Sully, and you realise that your face is flushed, ashamed as you remember the previous events, you look away in a struggle to maintain focus, redirect your gaze back to the object and in its reflection observe your nude physique, from your perspective it was no big deal, for many years you hid yourself because you were ashamed of certain features, until you met Samuel Drake, a charming man you were fortunate enough to meet at a conference given by one of your favourite journalists, Elena Fisher. Since then, your friendship and your love for him have intensified, even though you knew that your feelings for him were completely doomed and incorrect… for various reasons: your age difference, your lack of experience in relationships, his lack of interest in you… Sometimes you let your mind wander to the immensity of the women he'd already had and that brought you a feeling of craving… jealousy, but deep down you knew that it was completely impossible for anything to happen between the two of you, he saw you as a godchild, a kid in his eyes… You shook your head in an endeavour to dispel these negative thoughts and focus on what was important at that moment: finishing your college paper, you still had a few days to hand it in but you'd rather get it done before you suffocate yourself with work.

The temperature had dropped over the last few days, you could feel it as you walked barefoot across the cold living room floor of your small flat, your gaze carefully examining the clutter, the abandoned sheets and books in battle, on the living room coffee table, on the desk, even on the kitchen table, you could tell that these last few days had been extremely busy, and a large part of you wanted to finish this work as soon as possible so that you could rest and take a few days for yourself. Contemplating the huge window in front of you, it was raining heavily and the only lights were those of the huge city on the horizon, this kind of weather had been your favourite since you were a child, you slowly made your way through the small room towards the kitchen, a coffee would be your salvation for the night, or so you thought.

The sound of lightning echoed through the sky, hours had passed since you started working, you quickly glanced at the window and the rain had become heavier and steadier, completely distracted by the storm brewing on the horizon, you were surprised by the ringing of the doorbell… you weren't expecting anyone that night… or any other night, but for a moment you felt a wave of anxiety run through your body, who could it be? You walked cautiously to the door and peered through the peephole, holding your breath as you saw who was on the other side… Sam… his wet clothes clinging to his muscular body, his hair in disarray and on closer inspection you noticed that he had a wound on one of his arms and his nose was once again broken… You quickly opened the door, his expression changing from serious to relieved within seconds of seeing you.

"S-Sam? what happened-" your question was interrupted when your bodies came together in an embrace, you could feel his breathing quicken, his body relax as it came into contact with yours, his perfume was intoxicating mixed with the blood that dripped down his arm, his face was hidden in the hollow of your neck and that activated something in your body, a strange warmth travelled through your whole being "S-Sam…?" you asked once more.

"I'm sorry for turning up unannounced, darling, but I didn't have anywhere else to go so I thought I'd pay my dear Y/N a visit." For a few seconds his raspy voice against your neck provoked another feeling, a river of pleasure emerged from between your legs, but you put that thought aside when you smelled the alcohol, he was drunk… and had most likely got into some kind of bar fight. As much as it pained you, you pulled your bodies apart and looked straight into his eyes, you had to take care of him, he needed you right now.

"Come on… Let's take care of you, big guy" he chuckled softly, and with a little effort you managed to get him to the sofa, but when you got there you unbalanced yourself on one of your books and almost fell on top of him "S-sorry, the mess is huge, I've been busy-" your eyes met and you could see amusement in the depths of his eyes, his gaze analysed you calmly from top to bottom, your heart started racing, you could feel his breath close to your lips. … but you quickly pulled away, you knew that look wasn't really directed at you, you knew that because he was drunk he could do and say things that he didn't really feel. "Whilst I get the first aid box, please Sam stay still" you stood up from your position, you heard a snort of laughter coming from him, you could feel that cunning old man smirk

"Your house… your orders love, I promise I'll be quiet" he said as you walked away towards the bathroom, picking up the small white box, you stopped in front of the mirror, you were flushed red, your breathing fast, you couldn't get out of your head the image of him lying on your sofa, his sweatshirt clinging to his body… for a man in his 40s, he's too well preserved… you got lost in your thoughts and only came back when you heard his voice pulling you back to reality "What's up Y/N?" his voice was mesmerising, once again you tried to push those thoughts out of your head, you had to focus on the task at hand.

You quickly return to the living room, Sam was sitting on the sofa going through some of your papers when you arrived. "You've been really busy, huh? Have you had any time to yourself? with so many books around I don't think so" he said as you made room to sit next to him, every touch of your skin, even covered by clothes, made your blood rush through your veins "please can you pull up your sleeve? It's funny that every time we meet I have to look after you and yes I've been busy unfortunately" you sighed opening the box and taking out some of the materials you'll need, he smiled as he took off his shirt, as you turned to him you saw his naked torso in front of you, you automatically got embarrassed and looked away, he saw you blush and smirk, he knew the effect he had on you, the air around you was hot. … you wanted to focus on the task at hand but you couldn't, the sensation of his body close to yours, the heat he emanated… it was like a drug was affecting you, but with a lot of effort you managed to finish bandaging his arm. You felt his gaze intensify on you, those earth-coloured eyes analysing every bit of your skin exposed by the pyjamas you were wearing. Sam had looked at you like that before, but on all those occasions he had been drunk, and in an attempt to divert the subject you asked him how he had got himself into that state.

"Well, I'm in town for a few days, Victor and I think this might be our next clue to an artefact we're looking for, and since I had nothing to do I went for a drink, but I think I pissed someone off by trying to flirt with the barmaid…" he said, leaning back on the sofa. Jealousy… That feeling from earlier again… Anger and insecurity ran through your head, and you weren't even listening to what he was saying anymore, it was as if your mind had focussed on that one detail, it was obtuse to think of him as a lover, let alone be jealous of something that wasn't even yours, but that feeling was consuming you and you only managed to return to reality when you felt his touch on your arm "Hey? are you listening darling?" You immediately looked at him, you could feel tears forming in your eyes and so as to avoid having to deal with questions or the feeling of pity, you got up and walked to the kitchen "I'm going to make some coffee", was the last thing you had said before leaving the room.

You shouldn't feel angry, you shouldn't even desire what isn't yours, but somehow that feeling consumed your whole being, just imagining the women who warmed his bed, the cries of pleasure that came out of their mouths, the touches, the words spoken… everything you couldn't have but wanted, everything you longed to have but once again didn't have… you let your mind wander, until you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder, you looked back and Sam's face seemed somewhat saddened to see you like that, neither of you uttered a single word, but the silence was quite comfortable, but unfortunately you couldn't hold back the tears that you had fought so hard to keep in your eyes, and finally they dripped down from your eyes, wetting your face. Sam stroked your arm first, pulling you closer to him, cutting the space between the two of you, and gently lifted your chin so that your eyes meet, wiping away the tears that were still running down your cheeks with his thumb, without cutting your gaze… inside you were nervous, sad, but the feeling of his caress made you feel at peace with yourself.

"Tell me, dear, what's wrong? You know you can trust me with everything" he whispered in your ear as he pulled you into his arms, the only thing you knew how to do was hide your face in his chest, hugging him tightly… asking the gods that this moment would last forever.

"Sam… I… I know I shouldn't, I know it's not the right thing to do, but I've had feelings for you since the day we met… every time you call me, every time we meet, I wonder when I'll be able to see you next… you've stolen my heart in a way that I can't even express myself…" You said softly, still hiding your face in his body, "I long for something that isn't mine, and I get jealous every time I know that someone else is taking the place that could be mine in your bed… next to you." Saying this out loud was a really difficult task, you didn't want to give in to temptation, but you couldn't bear to let yourself feel this anguish any longer, no matter how much you'd be rejected, you'd rather tell him than hide it. Sam once again grabbed your chin and forced you to look up. The light around you was tenuous, and you could hardly see what was around you, but for mere moments it was just the two of you in that kind of darkness. You felt Sam slowly approaching you, his lips brushed your neck "Do you want me?" he said as he gently kissed your exposed neck "Sam…" you felt his tongue drawing little 's' on your skin "Answer me darling, do you want me?" his lips moved up to your lobe, nibbling, letting out a slight moan, "Y-Yes… " you answered breathlessly, he pulled away, leaving you in the interlude of a forbidden pleasure, your eyes locked once more, one of his hands rested on the side of your face, forcing your lips to be mere millimetres apart, the other slid down your body until it reached your waist, pulling you towards him, claiming you as his.

"My dear Y/N, ever since I laid eyes on you I knew I wanted you… no other woman can fulfil the desire I feel for you… i thought you'd reject me so i didn't go through with it, but god damned, each night i wished it was you whispering my name, that it was you moaning with each thrust, that it was your heart that beat close to mine after we fell on the mattress tired and sweaty from the carnal battle that neither of us had won" and with that he sealed your lips, you felt his tongue asking permission to enter and you gave in, you were both gasping, but the fight didn't stop there. With a simple gesture, the hand that was holding your waist lifted you up onto the stall, forcing both your legs open, where he positioned himself in the middle, his kisses went down to your neck once more and all you could do was moan his name.

"Tell me you want me, darling, beg for me, let me be a priest who worships you, let me make you mine, and only mine…" he said between kisses and caresses, your head was light, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart and the pounding rain, but with effort you answered

"Yes… please."

𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝…

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lilatreus · 11 months

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Realizing that we’re probably all going to fall in love with basim, see how kind he was, how caring and loyal he was to his friends and family before loki corrupts him and takes over his body, ruining everything he worked so hard for in game and no one is going to know the difference or even realize that that’s not basim that’s someone else walking around in his body

#basim #basim ibn ishaq #Loki ac Valhalla #basim ac Valhalla #assassin’s creed mirage #ac mirage #ac valhalla #ac assassins creed Valhalla #theories theories theories #I could be wrong..#but I predicted ac Valhalla before the game was even announced #so maybe I’m the Nostradamus of the ac franchise

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i-lived-i-died-and-now-i-sleep · 5 days

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One of my favorite things is how proudly Loki stands before Fenrir. How he obviously swells with pride to be the father of this creature, the way be smiles when he both mentions the beautiful things about his son and how he as is father is ofc the reason for all of this. Loki really really loves his wolf son from the bottom of his heart. (while Fenrir with his one baby braincell is like: Dad, Dad,Dad throw a ball, I'll fetch it for ya)

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frenchoravocadotoast · 4 months

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The Scab & The Scar I

Basim Ibn Ishaq x GN!Reader

Warnings: Implied NSFW

Word Count: 1140

A/N: Happy New Year, everyone :) I finished writing this while I was recovering from a hangover, so hopefully it doesn't feel too rushed. I realized halfway through the story that the fanfic might be getting too long, so I've decided to cut it into smaller chapters. Hope that's okay!

Many years ago, before you were tasked with traveling around the world and spreading the word of the Hidden Ones, you and Basim were attached at the hip.

It was bound to happen. Two young novices, both taken under the wing of the assassins at a relatively young age and bearing a relentless thirst to prove the world what they were made of. Your personalities clashed at first; training under the same tutor would prove to be a disaster. Thus, for the sake of balance, you were mentored by Rayhan’s teachings whereas Basim was trained by Roshan.

You took training seriously – not that Basim didn’t, but it wasn’t in your nature to indulge in large gatherings at night. Roshan was just like you in that regard; but you were not her ward, and your actual mentor had different plans in mind for you. Instead of retreating to your tent by sunset, Rayhan urged you to join the bonfire of rowdy novices. It is there that you come to know Basim properly, and like the fire that crackles every night, a spark ignites between the two of you.

It starts off small – you spar together, wooden swords in hand as you dance around each other; but then training escalates into gifts and spending time together at night, long after your peers have fallen into a deep slumber. You undergo the ceremony together, showing off your hidden blades and new robes to each other. Basim jokes that you have to put these things to use, and suggests patrolling together from time to time; but even once your duty is over, you come to rest together by the bonfire once more. For you, it’s a sacred ritual. A time for the both of you to bask in the silence of the night and just exist. He tells you stories of his childhood as he pokes at the embers, whispers about the stars in the sky, the world he’s always wished to travel and see with his own eyes; words meant for you alone. During one of those nights, comforted by the warmth and light cast by the fire, you share your first kiss. It’s gentle, inviting, and safe – there is no rush, and no words are exchanged for the rest of the night; but you figure he has no regrets from the giddy grin that adorns his face, and the longing glances he sends your way the next morning.

Basim is a bit cheeky by nature, you’re aware of this. Wherever you go, his hands follow, and if your duties keep you apart for far too long, he comes to whisk you away. That kiss by the bonfire turns into two, then three, and then you lose count. He steals kisses from you when others aren’t looking, brushes his hand against yours when you walk past; and like a spell a witch has cast on you, you start seeking him out too. Basim notices, and he can’t help but smirk everytime you linger close to him. It warms his heart, really; and the feeling only intensifies when you both learn you’re being sent to Baghdad to dismantle the order of the Ancient Ones together.

Baghdad gives you mixed feelings to this day. You know the man has been plagued by nightmares in his past, but neither of you are expecting them to return and throw him off balance the way they have. He struggles to sleep, and you start to worry when he talks to himself or thrashes around at night.

He never quite speaks of what he sees. He claims he doesn’t understand it himself, even after so long, and continuously apologizes for waking you up. You tell him you don’t care about being woken up, relishing the warmth of his hand which clings to yours for comfort, and you’re awarded with a squeeze. The assassin’s headquarters are a safe haven for you, and Basim releases a relieved sigh before pressing his lips against yours. This kiss pales in comparison to all the other ones back in Alamut – they were fleeting, teasing even, whereas this one is slow and drawn out. It grounds you both in the reality that you’re there for each other. This kiss is here to stay, and so are you.

The air grows hotter when he closes the distance, and your hands begin to explore each other’s skin. He swallows your sounds, bodies intertwined as you roll onto the bed; and you spend the night tangled in each other’s limbs, sheets coiling around the both of you and squeezing you together like a snake of love.

Baghdad was supposed to be a new chapter for you after that night, but fate had other plans. Basim becomes torn, a beautiful rose hurt by its own thorns; a flower to be admired from a distance, but not touched. He doesn’t shut you out, not really, but you can tell his mind is elsewhere everytime he comes back from a mission. Although he struggles, he speaks of what he’s learnt regarding the order and his visions; and the irony twists your heart when you realize that despite the amount of clues he’s discovering, Basim feels more at a loss than ever.

It all changes when Alamut is attacked. Fuladh shoves a satchel bag into your hands when you are summoned to the bureau, ordering you to protect the few books the Hidden Ones hold sacred – and run. Far, far from the ambushed camp you were built upon, and into unknown territory. Find the other Hidden Ones, convince outsiders to join – anything to help your people’s cause and creed, if they were to be completely slaughtered in this battle.

You want to ask him where Basim is, but time is ticking. Fuladh hops onto his horse and rides East, towards Alamut. The bureau is now vacant, and even if the people of Baghdad continue to go about at a leisurely pace, you know there is a war raging next door, painting the dunes and mountains in crimson red. If you do not leave right away, the order will find you.

But the pounding in your heart tells you you can’t leave just yet. You scale up the buildings, leaping from roof to roof even when your muscles throb in pain, pushing yourself to check all the spots you know he visits. The House of Wisdom, the garden, the Bazaar. But you find Basim nowhere, and the revelation constricts your throat. For whatever reason, he is no longer in Baghdad; and if he is on his way to Alamut, then your lives part here. You are needed elsewhere, now. Going to Alamut would ensure the extinction of the creed.

And so, with a heavy heart, you turn away from the one place you’d called home over the years, and steal a horse for your escape.

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Hey, I’m back again with another idea. I know we already have Desmond in Alamut during the third crusades, but what if he went further back in time to the events of Mirage and trained with Basim and Roshan?

Desmond has no other plans whatsoever.

He has no idea why he had been thrown in this specific time period, so far from any of the people he knew.

Centuries apart from any of them.

It seemed like a cruel joke.

Or perhaps an attempt to save him gone horribly wrong.

Regardless, he had no other plans.

He had nothing.

He has nothing.

Coming to Alamut had simply been… a sorta ‘pit stop’.

His final destination had been Masyaf.

Even if he knew that the Brotherhood wasn’t there, wouldn’t exist for centuries…

He figured it would be better to stay somewhere he was familiar with.

Alamut had simply been on the way.

He needed a place to rest for the night and he was sorta-kinda familiar with Alamut thanks to what remains of his Bleed of Altaïr.

And then he saw the Assassin insignia.

No.

They call themselves Hidden Ones.

No one told him about the full history of the Assassins.

As much as Shaun enjoyed to talk, he never bothered to talk about the predecessors of the Assassins.

Even back in the Farm, history lessons were sparse.

His lessons had always been focused on the present and any information he might need to survive.

So he was caught off guard by the Hidden Ones’ presence in Alamut.

To learn that they were in charge of creating what would later be known as Alamut Castle?

Desmond was invited to join as a recruit since he showed promise and he did admit to having no real goal in life.

Desmond was sure their mentor was also trying to keep an eye on him.

The ‘promise’ he showed did involve Desmond being able to pin one of the Hidden Ones and pressing a dagger on his throat when he tried to sneak behind Desmond.

But Desmond humored them.

It was as he said…

He had no real goals.

So why not just…

Find out what else he didn’t know about the predecessors of the Brotherhood?

A year since he had been recruited…

Roshan returned to Alamut with a young man.

He introduces himself as Basim Ibn Ishaq.

Basim looked like he had seen hell at first and Desmond…

Well…

Desmond felt like the man could use a hand getting used to training and all that so he befriended him.

He ignored Nur telling him that both Basim and him needed a friend too with that big smile on his face.

Before long, he and Basim were… Desmond supposed they could be called close friends.

Basim was easy to get along with, after all.

And he was also a quick learner.

Soon enough, he and Basim were inducted to the Brotherhood and gifted eagles of their own.

Desmond knew, sooner or later, he would be ordered to go on a mission away from Alamut.

It was a bit annoying how he still couldn’t find a way to the temple underneath Alamut to leave a memory seal for Altaïr to find but there was time.

He didn’t expect Rayhan to order him to accompany Basim, Roshan and Fuladh to Baghdad though but he has no reason to say no.

So Desmond joins the three to find out what was happening in Baghdad.

(sidebar: Desmond’s eagle will be just as spoiled as Aquila is in EoA, that’s just a given XD)

#i only got as far as basim finally reaching baghdad #so i focused on desmond’s life in alamut for this one #considering roshan hints basim betrayed her in valhalla #my guess is the final confrontation between them would be connected to loki #which makes desmond and basim’s relationship #have a bittersweet tone to it #because it would be super hard for desmond to trust an isu after everything #assassin's creed #desmond miles #basim ibn ishaq #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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