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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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teecupangel · 5 months

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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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a-simp-named-slickback · 3 months

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Star-Crossed | Basim x OC | Chapter 6

After months of pinning, Basim and Nashira decide to stop fighting their feelings for each other. However, they both discover troubling news that could put an end to their passionate love affair.

WARNING: Some sexual themes (no actual sex, sorry) MDNI!!!

Basim dashed across the rooftops as the sun set behind him. He spent the day completing some contracts around the Harbiyah Buerau, as a favor to Fuladh. It was nice taking a break from his larger mission hunting the Order members.

It also meant he could spend more time with Nashira in the evenings.

Things with them had been going very well for them over the last few months, and everyone seemed to notice Basim’s lighter demeanor. It was like he was floating on a cloud. How could he not be? While their separate lives kept them apart during the daytime, he knew Nashira would be waiting for him in the evenings. At night they didn’t have to worry about the Hidden Ones, The Order, or even stars above. They had each other in their own little world..

It felt like his legs couldn’t carry him fast enough to her observatory. After a long day of climbing buildings, the only thing he wanted was her in his arms again. That alone would be enough to keep the jinni at bay, at least for the night.

He crept near her window, seeing that she was inside near the bookshelf. She was alone, seeing as her class ended hours ago by now. He smirked, quietly landing on the floor of the observatory. He took a moment to enjoy her humming, her voice sounding like the finisest music to his ears.

Stealthily, he stalked up behind her in a crouching stance, being extra careful not to disturb Halah napping in the corner. Just as he reached out a hand towards Nashira, he heard her laugh.

“You’re late.” She turned around to reveal a cheeky smile, “Again.”

Basim chuckled, standing up straight and removing his hood, “I had a minor delay.” He smirked. He took her by the hand and pulled her close, “But I am here now.”

Nashira snaked her arms around his neck in return, “That you are.”

They closed the space between them with a kiss.

Nashira smiled up at him, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, ya rouhi.” Basim smiled back.

Ya rouhi, “my soulmate,” Nashira loved it when he called her that. He always used that term of endearment when he felt particularly affectionate, which was definitely saying something. Basim showed his affection often.

She smiled at him, “Would you mind reaching for that book up there?” She pointed to a very old book, with a spine that seemed frayed from use.

He reached for it, taking a look at the cover. The only thing on it was a strange symbol: two snakes wrapped around a winged staff. He had never seen anything like it, and yet, it seemed so strangely familiar.

“Where have I seen this before?” He wondered to himself before handing it to her.

She kissed his cheek, “Thank you!“

“What is it?” He asked, his curiosity over the symbol filling his thoughts more than anything.

“A book my father received from his mentor, Al-Kwharizmi.” She placed the book on her desk as she flipped through it, “It has personal writings from the great mathematician and scientist Pythagerous. Can you believe that? Incredibly rare!” She explained as she flipped through the book.

Basim squinted, trying to get a good look at the words, “What does it say? I can’t read these strange markings.”

“It’s in Greek. I’m a little rusty but I can decipher most of it. It’s mainly just his notes on some mathematical theories and other musings of his. I’m hoping I can find something in here my students will find interesting for my lectures. It seems they have grown tired of the basics.” She laughed.

Basim took one look at her desk and noticed how cluttered it was. Papers, parchments, books, and various tools were scattered across it like a whirlwind swept through the area. It was a wonder she ever found anything in this mess.

“You really ought to tidy up here,” He chuckled, reaching for what he thought was a scrap of paper, only to see it was an unopened letter. He nearly cast it aside until reading the name written on it.

Omar ibn Nasir al-Rashid

He held it up, “You got a letter from your husband?”

Nashira seemed to deflate upon seeing it, “I got it this morning,” She muttered, keeping her eyes on the book.

“But you haven’t opened it yet?” He asked, concerned, “Don’t you want to know what it says?”

She looked at him and shook her head.

Basim furrowed his brows, “Nashira…what are you going to do when he comes back? Are you going to tell him?”

She contemplated time and time again if she was going to tell Omar. If she told him, he’d probably throw her out and she’d lose the observatory. She might even be tried for adultery by the shurta. If she didn’t tell him, she’d be an adulteress and a liar. She’d spend who knows how long sneaking around with Basim behind her husband's back, but at least she’d still have the safety and security her marriage afforded her. Neither option sounded great, but that’s the price one pays for taking fate into their own hands: there were always consequences.

“I…I don’t know. I don’t want to think about that right now.” She moved her hand to caress his cheek, “I just want to be in the moment with you.”

She smiled, but there was the slightest shift in her demeanor that Basim just barely caught. This wasn’t their first time bringing up this topic. He knew what lay behind that smile. Sorrow at what the return of her husband would mean. Trepidation for what the future might hold. Yearning for time to stand still, just for the two of them. He felt it too.

“Very well,” Basim sighed, “But promise me you will read this soon? It could be important.”

“I will, later.” Nashira took the letter from Basim and shoved it into a nearby drawer and leaned against her desk, “Now, tell me about your day.”

Basim groaned. His day was much of the same: gathering information, hunting targets, getting his hands dirty. He didn’t mind taking on contracts for the rafiks but the requests were often frivolous or over complicated. They left him feeling tense, and truth be told, he wanted to find a way to unwind with Nashira’s help.

Basim snaked his hands around her waist, “I’d rather not talk about work.”

Nashira tilted her head and frowned, “Why not? Did something happen?” She asked, sounding concerned.

He chuckled, “No, nothing bad happened. It’s just…” He brought his lips to her ear, “I was hoping you could distract me?”

Her spine tingled from the sheer timbre of his voice. She could practically hear that mischievous smirk of his, “Oh? In what way?” She raised an eyebrow, playing coy.

He chuckled, a wolffish grin growing on his face, “I'll show you.”

He pulled her in for another kiss, but this one was different. It was the kind of kiss that left you breathless and wanting more.

And with the way Basim’s hands were easing their way to her backside, she could tell he wanted a lot more than just a kiss.

She wanted nothing more than to succumb to his charms, and truth be told, she desperately wanted to be distracted too.

Unfortunately, they had a little problem.

She laughed against his lips, “Basim, not in front of Halah.”

He groaned, “Halah is a cat, ya habibti.”

“A very smart cat,” She explained, “Just think if it were Enkidu! You wouldn’t want him seeing us, would you?” She smirked, giggling as Basim kissed up her neck and jaw.

Basim rolled his eyes, “Enkidu is the furthest thing from my mind right now.”

She chuckled as he leaned in for another kiss, “Basim,” she stopped him and pointed at Halah who was now wide awake and walking towards him.

Halah let out a meow, sitting down and tilting her head at the two humans beside her.

Nashria chuckled,“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather keep this between you, me, and Allah.”

Basim let out a long sigh in defeat, pulling away from Nashira.

She kissed his cheek, “Meet me at your hideout in Anbar.” She said with a wink.

Her half lidded eyes took hold of Basim, like a puppet on a string. He could have sworn she put a little extra sway in her hips as she made her way to the door.

He chuckled, making a silent prayer that Nehal wouldn’t be home when they got there.

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Nashira didn’t have a choice in marrying Omar.

With her dying father and no other male family members, Nashira needed to marry much younger than she or her father anticipated.

Despite his declining health, Khalid was very picky about every offer that came their way. When it came to his daughter, it wasn’t enough that they had money or status (although money was still very much important) he needed to know their character. He wanted to die knowing his beloved daughter would be in the best hands possible. However, finding a husband for his Nashira proved a difficult task for many reasons.

One: as beautiful and brilliant as his daughter was, she had no wifely qualities about her. Since his own wife died while Nashira was still young, he was in charge of raising her. He taught her all that he knew: the stars, math, reading and writing, the quran. She never learned anything about child rearing or keeping a home. She couldn’t cook, she hardly cleaned, and she didn’t know the first thing about babies. She was essentially useless, at least in terms of being a wife.

Two: she was stubborn. He always taught Nashira to be steadfast and not easily swayed when making important decisions. He didn’t think it would lead to her turning down nearly every marriage offer she received. Omar included, at first.

And three: his daughter was still smitten with that thief boy who disappeared. While it pained him to see his only daughter experience heart break at such a young age, he urged her to choose a suitor or, for her to let him decide based on what he thought best.

He chose Omar, not only because he was his best student, but because he was the perfect choice in Khalid’s eyes. Omar came from a rich family, so they’d be financially stable and could afford servants to handle everything Nashira couldn’t do. Omar was a good young man, kind and virtuous. He wouldn’t be cruel to his daughter. He wasn’t much older than Nashira, just old enough and mature enough to understand the responsibilities of marriage. Plus, Omar agreed to go along with all of Khalid’s final wishes including keeping the observatory in his name for Nashira’s use alone.

Omar, in her father’s eyes, was perfect for Nashira. She couldn’t help but wonder what her dear father would think if he could see her now. As comforting as the thought of him watching over her was, she hoped that wasn’t the case at the moment. She’d rather not have her father see her in the arms of a man who wasn’t her husband, tangled up in a mess of sheets and haphazardly thrown garments.

As for what her father’s opinion on the matter would have been, she didn’t care for it. As scandalous as her situation was, it was her decision. Her choice. She would accept whatever consequences arose if it meant being with Basim.

She let out a blissful sigh, drawing circles on Basim’s chest.

Basim’s hand ran up and down her bare back, “What are you thinking about?”

She let out breath through her nose, “Nothing important,” She sat up just a bit, resting a hand over his heart. His heartbeat was steady, that was a good sign. Still, he looked tired. Though, that likely had to do more with what they did last night than the jinni.

“How did you sleep?” She asked him, her face turning serious with concern.

Basim smiled, taking the hand on his heart and kissing her finger tips, “No nightmares.”

She felt relief over her, “Good.” She lay her head back on his chest, “Then let us lay here a bit longer.”

Basim sighed remorsefully, “I will have to get up at some point. I must meet Master Roshan in The Round City soon.” He said, sitting them both up.

He tried not to laugh when he heard the whine she let out in response.

She circled her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him, “Can’t it wait?” She placed a few kisses on his cheek, “Don’t go yet, ya habibi.” She said softly in his ear.

Whatever discipline the brotherhood taught him nearly vanished the moment he felt her breasts press against his chest. Her skin was so soft and her rose scented perfume drowned his senses. Did she know the effect she had on him? Did she know how he melted when she whispered in his ear?

Maybe he could stay for a little while longer…

“No, no, focus Basim!”

He placed his hands at her sides, attempting to pull her off of him to no avail. Or maybe he wasn’t trying that hard after all, “Liberation cannot wait, not even for a temptress like you ya rouhi.” he smirked.

She pulled away, playfully raising a brow at him, “Oh, so I’m a temptress now?”

“Only a temptress would try and seduce me to keep me from my work.”

She rolled her eyes and thumped his shoulder, “That slick tongue of yours is going to get you into trouble some day.”

The devilish chuckle he let out sent a tingle down her spine. And other places.

He pulled her closer, so she could straddle him, “You weren’t complaining about my slick tongue earlier.” He retorted.

His boldness nearly caught her off guard, but he wasn’t the only quick witted one here.

She leaned in, placing her lips near his ear, “Who said I was complaining?”

If the roaring flush in his cheeks wasn’t an indicator of how well that worked, she could certainly feel underneath her that it did.

She felt him chuckle then suddenly flip them both over so he could settle in between her legs.

He hovered over her, not wanting to crush her under his weight. She looked so tantalizing underneath him like this, with her dark curls flared out around her, looking up at him with those half lidded eyes…

How was he ever supposed to make it out of bed with her here?

He dove down, placing a kiss near her belly button, an area he knew she was ticklish.

Nashira erupted into a fit of giggles, “Again? Right now?”

He simply hummed a yes, kissing up her navel toward her breast. He trailed kisses from her collar bone, to her neck, then her jaw, before pausing briefly right before he got to her lips.

“What about Rosha- oh Basim…” She gasped when she felt his hands ghost between her legs, suddenly feeling hot all over her body again. It almost annoyed her how easy it was for him to do that to her.

“Roshan can wait,” he ground out right before closing the space between them with his lips on hers.

Hidden one or not, he was just a man at the end of the day. He could be disciplined later.

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A few days later...

He was told to cut the head from the snake.

Really, he was asked to silence the truth it spoke. Even from himself.

Qabiha knew something about Basim. She knew what he was, or what he was supposed to be. He would’ve known for himself had Roshan not cut her down in front of him.

He shuddered as he recalled her words to him. Though he couldn’t tell if it was out of fear, or rage.

“Follow the path she laid out for you, and I will kill you myself.”

Her voice echoed in his mind as he dashed his way to Anbar. He needed to tell Nehal everything, that she was right about Roshan.

His head hung low as he entered their old hideout. Immediately Nehal sprung up to meet him.

“Basim? Are you well?” she asked with great concern in her voice. Basim seemed overwhelmed, unfocused on anything but his own swimming thoughts, “Basim?”

He shook his head, “I…I do not know…” He lifted his head to look at her, “You were right, Nehal. My enemy, Quabiha, held the answer.”

Nehal furrowed her brows, “What did you learn?”

“That there is more to who I am. A truth Qabiha tried to tell me.” His face grew more upset, “A truth my master sought to silence. That truth lies in Alamut.”

Nehal nodded, “So we ride for Alamut.”

“I will go Nehal. I alone.” Basim clarified, turning on his heel towards the exit. Nehal quickly walked in front of him to block his path.

“You need me.”

Basim touched her shoulder, “I need you safe.”

“I am safe with you, and you with me.” She pressed.

Basim waved her off, “I may find nothing there but danger and death,” He said somberly, “This is my fate. I will not turn back from it but neither will I have you face it.”

Nehal looked him dead in the eye, “Where you go, there I will go. Where you rest, there I will rest. I will walk behind you every step of the way. You are never alone.”

She patted his shoulder, “Now get packing! We will not leave Alamut until you have found the answers you seek.”

Basim let out a sigh, accepting that he could not convince her. Still, this would be a dangerous mission, and he couldn’t head for Alamut without seeing someone important to him first.

As Nehal rummaged through their things he walked up behind her, “Hold on. There is someone I need to see first.”

Nehal gave him a look, “Tell me it’s not who I think it is.”

Basim simply nodded.

With a huff, she rolled her eyes, “Basim, I don’t think seeing your little girlfriend is important right now.”

“I left her once without telling her, I won’t do that again.” He made his way to the door, almost stepping out until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“She wouldn’t understand.” Nehal said.

“She does…she will, I just need to talk to her.” Basim said.

“You shouldn’t make her a part of this Basim,” She insisted, “It’s better to just leave her for good.”

“She needs to know how much I love her,” he insisted.

“No she doesn’t! What she needs is for you to leave her alone.”

“Then I need her to know!” He raised his voice and faced Nehal, “I’m not doing this to her again. If this is the last time I will see her, I need her to know how much I love her. I need her to know I did not abandon her again.”

Nehal stared at him for a moment, seeming moved by his words. She sighed, but nodded approvingly.

Without further hesitation, Basim left, making his way to Abbasiyah to see Nashira.

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Nashira hummed a song as she cleaned up her desk. She could practically hear her father nagging her about keeping her desk more organized. Even Basim mentioned she should clean it up. It may not have made sense to anyone else, but she didn't see a mess of papers and books. She had a system, and it worked for her. Until it didn't. That's when she knew she'd have to clean it.

She stopped her humming when her eyes fell on the drawer she tossed Omar’s letter into. It had been a few days since she received it and she figured she'd put off reading it long enough.

So, she opened the drawer, retrieved the letter, and tore it open. She didn’t know why she was so anxious about it. Usually, Omar’s letters just recounted stories about his trip, the places he’s seen, how much money was made at a certain port. Of course, he never signed off a letter without reminding Nashira how much he missed her, and how he couldn’t wait to come home.

Perhaps that was what made her so anxious. While she owned up to the affair, she still felt a deep seeded guilt gnawing away at her. She still loved Omar, but in a much different way than she loved Basim. Omar was like a good friend more than anything. He was kind, he was patient, and he worked hard to provide for them. He understood Nashira needed space so she could get used to the idea of their new life together. Not to mention he was the only person there for her when her father passed away. She may not have been in love with him, but she cared for him a great deal. The thought of hurting him made her feel sick to her stomach.

She had been feeling sick to her stomach quite often as of late.

She let out a long sigh and began to read it. The letter contained nothing out of the ordinary at first, but as she kept reading her blood ran cold and her hands began to shake.

He was coming home soon. Very soon.

Just like that her happiness turned to dread as she pondered what to do. She was not a liar, she had to tell him about her affair. Or at the very least, she’d have to be honest with him about her feelings and ask for a divorce. Both options filled her with anxiety.

Omar was a good man; he never so much as raised his voice to her. But even good men had their limits. Her affair with Basim would surely be one of them.

Her mind raced with thoughts: What would happen to her when she told Omar? Where would she go? What would become of her father’s observatory? She loved Basim, that much was certain, but could she really depend on him? His first loyalty was to the Hidden Ones, and if they ordered him to do something or go somewhere, he’d have to do it no questions asked, and likely couldn't bring Nashira with him.

What did that mean for her? Afterall, no matter how ‘meant to be’ she and Basim were, it didn’t change the fact that she was an adulteress. If Omar told the Shurta, she could be punished severely. Perhaps even paying the price of her crime with her life.

The stress grew too much to handle and Nashira found herself doubling over and vomiting in a nearby basket.

She heaved, wiping the corners of her mouth, moving to hug her knees to her chest as Halah stalked beside her.

Halah meowed next to her, nuzzling her head into Nashira’s side. With a weak smile, Nashira reached down to pet her loving cat, trying hard to steady her shaking hand in the process.

“What am I going to do Halah?” She asked, watching the sun set from the window, praying for an answer.

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leofrith · 7 months

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fuladh: these are dangerous men.

basim: so am i.

#yeah the voice is doing it for me sorry. as if it's my fault.#staring down the “80% story progression” ooooh i am about to be in danger #i love all the side characters in this so far and i am afraid 🤪#ky posts text #kyra plays ac mirage #ac spoilers #mirage spoilers

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enchantedturtleplays · 6 months

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I'm not that far into Assassin's Creed Mirage but the montage before the title screen has really given me found family feels!

A look between them before they set out on their journey, they're not going out on Assassin's business they're going on a family vacation and they're checking that they packed everything!

Badass side by side equals badass family facing the sandstorm! They're all so alike!

Settling down for the night, Roshan and Fuladh look so soft and that's something I've seen in the game so far.

Laughing and joking around with each other! I really love it!

What I'm saying basically is that nothing better happen to Basim and his new mother and father! Or else I might just cry!

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almakfi · 7 months

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the implication of any character knowing / quoting elements from the epic of gilgamesh is for one absurd and it will not be acknowledged here btw—i've made peace with basim's eagle being named enkidu because i hc my basim as half-kurdish and enkidu is regarded as a national folk hero from iraqi kurds, which makes it somehow justifiable that basim would have heard this story as a child, possibly from his mother. it's a stretch, but less of a stretch than medieval arabs casually dropping knowledge of a text that was not translated until the nineteenth century. needless to say i cannot accept into my portrayal the idea that enkidu was not originally basim's eagle but fuladh's, because fuladh would have no possible knowledge of the epic. basim rescued the eagle when he was a boy living in the streets and named it himself

#HCS.#i knew they would do this but still i was hoping they didn't

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#youtube #gameplay #ac mirage #assassin's creed #assassins creed mirage #assassins creed #4k

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henrycavillary · 6 months

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to Baghdad | Day

#acmiragedit #acedit #mygifs #gamingedit #assassin's creed #assassin's creed mirage #basim ibn ishaq #basim #roshan #fuladh

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Fuladh al Haami

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Fundr einn forað

“Fundr einn forað”: Old Norse for “Meet the monster”

Basim Ibn Ishaq x reader

Word count: 882

A/N: I’ve been meaning to write about Basim since Valhalla and I finally found the energy to do so. I really like how his sweet personality differs from Loki's. Enjoy!

You saw it when he emerged from the cave again.

Basim had left the temple physically unscathed, contrary to what Rayhan had warned him about. Truth be told, you didn’t think you’d see him again. Your kind had spoken of the tale for many generations, from Hidden one to Hidden one, all the way to you. Those that dare open the sacred temple are never themselves again - to have their lives spared by whatever being lurks inside is punishment enough, as they later have to face a lifetime of madness. Some don’t even come back out of the cave.

First it was your parents, then Roshan, then Rayhan - everyone around you had warned you not to seek what was forbidden, what was never meant for you to find in the first place.

But it was different for him, wasn’t it? The temple was a mere enigma to you - just an ancient mystery hidden inside a cave, only calling out to you if you entertained the idea of venturing inside, but it never lured you in. Even when he’d first arrived at Alamut, Basim would always stare at the entrance of the cave. You thought it was his longing to join the creed and carry out the ceremony, but now that you saw it, there was definitely something else there. Basim was being lured by something from inside the temple.

It was slippery and fast, but if you were to pay attention closely, you’d see it. All those times you would talk by the cavern, when he’d confide in you about his nightmares - you’d notice it. It didn’t take a keen eye to see the way Basim would keep glancing at the cave, or miss the tinge of red in his pupils that would flee the second he was awoken by his night terrors. It was all the work of a jinni, he would say - but you knew better.

Gods, you knew better. You knew, you suspected, you theorized that something terrible must have been going on. It was deeper than some curse a merchant could have cast on a former thief, or a nightmare caused by stress and physical strain. You’d returned to Baghdad with him, Roshan, and Fuladh, read the scriptures, even visited the House of Wisdom to better understand what could possibly be haunting him. While Basim was busy proving himself to the Brotherhood and fighting the Ancient Ones, you’d buried yourself in books to help him battle his demons, too.

He didn’t know. One day, when he’d come back to the bureau to report his mission, he found you looking through the scrolls. He was well acquainted with your passion for literature, but the moment you’d shown your research to him, he regarded you with warmth in his eyes. You were ranting about all the different ways his night terrors could be tamed, discussed the possible identity of the so-called jinni according to the description he had provided you, made a list of curses and deities that were prevalent in ancient mythologies – and Basim just leaned in close to steal a kiss from your lips, silencing you swiftly.

You knew because you saw the way he looked at you. His eyes were brown, like the dunes of the evening desert - cool and silky sand that shone bright under the sun. Brown like the soil you walked on, the expensive leather of the books at the House of Wisdom, the damp boulders that held up the cave in Alamut. The cave that held the answers to his turmoil.

He didn’t know – but he wanted to. The lack of answers tore his soul apart. Basim just wanted to understand; what beast wanted to torment him in his sleep? Why was it seeping into daylight now, too? Did it seek revenge, when all Basim wanted was peace?

His eyes would crumble every night. You’d see the dunes in his eyes shake in fear, watch them collapse with every ragged breath he took as he held onto you. And there, in the desert night that was reflected in his eyes, a red comet would glint and flee before you could fully register it.

Basim wanted to - no, needed to know. Into the cave he’d have to go, then. Alone.

You knew he’d found whatever it was he was looking for – because he no longer held the posture of a man who was deprived of sleep, of answers. He strode with the newfound purpose of a man who looked almost smug. The novices immediately tackled him into a hug when they saw him come out, and Rayhan joined to proudly clap him on his back. And you? You were relieved, arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace as his arms enveloped you, too. But then you looked up, and his eyes shone red. The sandy dunes were bleeding, seething with anger - and then, the color was gone.

The way he looked at you - it was wrong. Like someone had taken his eyes, painted them to their liking and dipped them in blood. And his smile - it didn’t even reach his eyes. But he was still himself, same voice, same face, same manners, same Basim. Only this wasn't Basim. You knew Basim was gone.

And the man before you knew that you knew, too.

#assassins creed #assassins creed valhalla #assassins creed mirage #basim ibn ishaq #ac basim #ac mirage #basim ibn ishaq x reader #basim x reader #ac mirage x reader #basim ibn ishaq x you #asassins creed loki

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Star-Crossed | Basim x OC | Part 3

Basim And Nashira reunite after Basim’s sudden disappearance years beforehand.

Those precious days seemed so long ago to Basim.

It had been years since he’d been in the House of Wisdom. Like the rest of Baghdad, so much had changed about it ever since that night in the Caliph’s palace many years ago when everything went so horribly wrong.

The Order of Ancient’s hold on the city was like a desert boa: growing tighter and tighter until it paralyzed its prey, then draining its life and feasting on what was left.

That night in the palace, Basim had caught a glimpse of these masked men and women behind the Order. He narrowly made it out with his own life, however the same could not be said for his friends. Had it not been for Roshan helping him escape, he would’ve been one of the many young people put on spikes in Anbar.

Master Roshan took a young, frightened boy and turned him into a man, better yet, a warrior for justice. He spent years taking the pain from his past and used it as fuel to train harder, become better, so that he may fight for those on the fringes of society. For beneath the surface of this golden age, layed a darkness beneath.

He walked the path of darkness to serve the light. Basim ibn Ishaq was a Hidden one.

Now he was back in the city, older, stronger, and with purpose.

However, even on his first official task as a newly minted Hidden One, he found himself distracted by phantoms of the past. He was supposed to be on his way to Harbiya, to meet with Roshan and Fuladh to pick up where Nur left off. Yet here he was in the same place he spent many of his afternoons in his youth.

As he walked around the vast libraries he found himself drawn to a certain window. It was the window he used to get away from the guards years ago.

He leaned against the window pane and sighed, wondering just how much had changed about this place. Years ago, he’d have to duck and dodge the stewards just to get inside. Now, he can just walk right in through the front. He didn’t have to sneak inside anymore. It was a strange feeling to get used to.

His eyes landed across the courtyard to the open window on the big dome shaped building with a blue roof.

The observatory.

Basim stared hard at it. Could it be possible she was just on the other side? After all this time out of his reach, could she really only be a few feet away from him?

His habibti.

Nashira.

He hung his head with a deep sigh. He knew exactly what he was doing when he came here. When Roshan gave him the go ahead to explore Baghdad, he couldn’t run here fast enough.

Since the night he left, his nightmares of the jinni were replaced with dreams of longing for Nashira. Any time he’d look up at the stars, he thought of her. The only respite he had during that time away from Baghdad was knowing she was likely looking up at the same sky as him. It made him feel closer to her somehow.

Now, here he was, just meters away from her again. Her smiling face and tender eyes filled his memories as he continued gazing upon the window.

That's when he heard the sound of purring and felt a fluffy tail brush against him.

He looked down, seeing a fluffy white cat rubbing against his leg. He squinted his eyes at the familiar crescent shaped pendant on its collar. He’d only seen one kind of collar on one kind of cat.

“Halah?” He reached down to pet the cat, who looked a bit chubbier than he remembered, “Is that you?”

He scratched under her chin, smiling when she purred louder.

He thought for a moment. Halah almost never left the observatory by herself. If she was here in the library, then that meant…

A gasp rang behind him, and the sound of books dropping to the floor followed suit.

“Basim?”

He froze. That voice. Could it really be…?

Basim stood up, turning around as he did. He felt as though all the air had left his body. Standing there, just a few feet in front of him was her.

“Nashira.” he breathed. How long had it been since he said her name out loud?

There she was, bathed in the golden sunlight from the window. Dressed in a deep green kameez and a brown scarf that covered most of her hair save for the few curls framing her face. Brilliant gold jewelry decorated her body in the form of bracelets, rings and dangly earrings, many of which had stars and moons etched in them.

So much about her looked the same, but still different. Her hair, now mostly covered by her scarf, peaked out of the in tight curls framing her face. She carried herself with a newfound maturity she didn't have before.

Basim felt his heart swell at the sight of her, “It’s been so long.” He breathed..

Her eyes were wide with disbelief.

“Is it really you?” She asked, barely above a whisper.

Nashira slowly stepped forward, looking up at Basim. He towered over her now, more than when they were teenagers. His once youthful face now sported a thick beard, and his years of training made him fill out with more muscle.

She stepped closer, “I thought…I thought you were dead.” She brought a hand up over her mouth, “But…you’re here.”

Basim smiled softly at her, “I’m here.” He took one of her hands and her trembling stopped.

Sounds of heavy footsteps echoed in the library, catching Basim’s attention. With everything going on, the library was restricted from visitors, only scholars were allowed access. He couldn’t risk getting caught.

“Damn,” He said under his breath, “I need to go.”

Nashira shook her head, “W-What? But you just got here-” She was cut off by Basim putting a finger to her lips to quiet her.

“Meet me in the observatory tonight,” He whispered, “I’ll explain there.”

With that, he quickly climbed out of the window and out of sight, leaving Nashira dumbfounded.

The guards turned the corner, finding her standing still as a statue with her eyes fixed on the open window, “Is everything alright ya sayidah? You look as though you just saw a ghost.”

She came to, “I’m fine. I-I’m fine.” She took hold of the hand Basim touched with her other.

She turned on her heel, still fiddling with her hands, “I’m fine.”

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Hours passed and Nashira sat at her desk in the observatory patiently waiting for Basim. Part of her wondered if he would show up at all considering how quickly he left.

She let out a deep sigh, mindlessly petting Halah who sat in her lap. The moon was already high in the sky, and the moonlight illuminated the table where she and Basim would eat together and study.

When the Caliph was murdered, she had heard of the senseless slaughter of children in Anbar. She had gone there herself to try and find him, asking anyone if they’d seen him. They all gave her the same answers, either a no, or no answer at all. That much was to be expected. The residents of Anbar were wary of outsiders since then.

Weeks passed, then months, then years passed and Basim never came around. She had no choice but to accept that Basim was dead, likely killed with the other children in front of Dervis’s shop. Yet out of habit or denial, she kept the window of the observatory open and always had a plate of dates with some water left sitting on the table. The snack usually went to Halah, one of the many reasons she was a bit chunkier now.

For months she’d see his face everywhere, like her grief was playing tricks on her. It made her feel like she was going crazy.

She’d never forget seeing a boy in the market she swore looked just like him. She followed him, finally catching up to him, only to see it was someone else entirely.

“Basim? My name is Abdullah.” The boy explained and continued on his way, leaving her dumbfounded.

Halah meowed harshly, not liking the way Nashira’s leg kept bouncing up and down.

“Sorry Halah,” She let the cat jump down from her lap, “I just have a lot on my mind.” She sighed, leaning forward to rest her head in her hands.

She let out a heavy sigh. She didn’t know what she was more nervous about: seeing Basim again, or telling him what she needed to tell him.

“That makes two of us.”

Nashira jumped hearing the deep voice echoing in the observatory, making her jump out of her seat and look around. A shadowy figure near the window stepped into the light, revealing Basim standing there.

She relaxed some, “It’s just you.” She breathed.

Basim looked apologetically, “Apologies, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine,” She placed her hands on her hips, “I’m just…not used to someone coming in that way anymore. Normal people use the door.”

Basim let out a chuckle. He stepped closer, “It’s been much too long, ya habibti.” He said, taking one of her hands in his.

Without hesitation, Nashira took her hand away, crossing her arms.

Basim furrowed his brow, “What’s wrong?”

She gave him a hard stare, “It’s been four years, Basim.” She said in a measured tone.

Basim’s eyes shot to the top of his head, “Has it really been that long?”

She frowned, “It has. I know because I mapped the al-Najm star cluster four times since you left. Four. Years.” She emphasized each word, staring him dead in the eyes.

Basim remained silent. He thought of her the entire time, but was so consumed with his training and teachings…had it really been that long?

“Well?” She brought him out of his thoughts, “Are you going to explain yourself?”

Basim nodded, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, “That night…Nehal and I snuck into the Caliph’s palace to find something, some sort of artifact, for some people Dervis worked for.” He explained, “But then…it all went wrong…We had to flee. The guards were looking for anyone who fit my description. I had no choice but to leave Baghdad.”

Nashira raised a brow, “That explains why you left,” She said, “But what made you stay away? And why for so long?” She asked.

Basim sighed, “I can’t tell you that. I took an oath.”

“Can't tell me?” She questioned, “Basim, I thought you died!”

Basim’s shoulders fell, “I’m sorry.”

She huffed, “If you won’t tell me then I don’t know why you even came here.” She turned away from him, headed towards the door until she felt Basim grab her hand to keep her from leaving.

“Wait, please,” Basim let out a sigh, “I know you must hate me,” He said, “I left without saying anything, I know that must have been painful for you….it was painful for me too. Being away from you for all that time was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, habibti.”

Nashira softened her eyes upon hearing him admit that.

He stepped closer, “I need you to understand, I wouldn’t have left you unless it was important. But that is all I can say for now. One day, I can tell you everything.

Nashira felt a dam inside her break. She let out a shaky breath, “I mourned you Basim.” She said with tears in her eyes.

Basim cradled her cheek in his hand, using his thumb to wipe away her fallen tears, “I’m right here, ya habibti.” He learned down, gently guiding her lips towards his.

Nashira melted into his touch, the touch she longed to feel again, despite her head telling her no. She never could control herself around Basim.

Their lips grew closer and closer like moths to a flame, just centimeters apart.

She sighed, using both her hands to push him away before they could seal their reunion with a kiss.

Nashira hung her head, casting her eyes to her feet, “We can’t…”

Basim furrowed his brows, watching her closely, “What's wrong?” He asked.

Nashira remained silent for a moment, then with a long exhale she mustered the courage to say what she needed him to hear.

“Basim…I’m married now.” She said remorsefully.

Basim felt a wave of despair crash into him. He almost wasn’t sure he heard her right, “What?” He could barely produce the sound from his throat.

She swallowed hard, “I’m married.” Her voice cracked as she repeated herself.

Basim shook his head, “W-why…when did this happen- to whom?” The barrage of questions seemed to spill out of him against his will.

She took a moment to collect her thoughts, letting out a shaky breath, “Shortly after you left, my Baba fell ill. He wasn’t getting better…so he told me I needed to marry before he died. I didn’t have a choice,” Her voice wavered, “So I married Omar.”

Omar, her father’s best student. The son of a wealthy merchant family and ten years her senior. Now he acted as a navigator for his elder brother’s trading expeditions. This kept him away for long periods of time usually, but it allowed him not only to provide, but lavish his wife in expensive jewels and more elegant robes than her father could.

Basim swallowed hard, casting his eyes to the ground. He felt like a ton of bricks hit him in his chest. It seemed like forever before he spoke again.

He looked her in the eyes, “Do you love him?”

“He is good to me.” Nashira answered, still keeping her gaze on the floor.

Basim frowned, “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Omar is the reason I still have my Baba’s observatory,” She explained, "He is kind. He is a good husband.” She paused for a moment, “I am grateful to him and I will not betray him.”

“But that is not love.” Basim interjected, stepping closer to her once again, “You know as well as I do what love feels like. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the time we shared together, the feelings we had for each other, those feelings don’t just disappear.”

She crossed her arms, looking away, “What we had was just…puppy love.” She said, not knowing if she was trying to convince Basim or herself, “We were young and full of passion and reckless.”

He took her hand and brought it to his chest, “Don’t you remember that night? The night we shared a kiss under the stars? From that moment on, I knew my feelings for you would last forever, Nashira.”

Nashira trained her eyes on the hand at his chest as she thought back to that night, “You and I both know we did more than just share a kiss that night,” She looked him in the eye, “I’m lucky you did not leave me something behind because of that.”

He furrowed his brows, “Nashira, it was only one time-”

“All it takes is one time!” She shouted, but lowered her voice once she gained control of it again, “And if that happened, it would have ruined my life! It was stupid to do what we did!”

Her words stung, but he understood where she was coming from all the same. He couldn’t bear the thought of him potentially ruining her life because of one night of reckless passion. It would have just been more collateral damage thanks to his actions.

She took a deep breath to calm herself, “I should count my lucky stars for the life I have now. I can’t risk jeopardizing it. Not even for you...”

He watched as Nashira walked over to the table, and quickly stuffed a pouch with dates.

She shoved the bag into his hands, “I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am that you’re alive, but things can’t be like they were when we were younger.” She explained sternly.

“Nashira please…“ Basim reached for her, “I love you.”

He couldn’t just let her go. They were meant to be. They were supposed to be together. He knew this. He knew she knew this too, he could see it in her eyes.

Nashira shook her head. She didn’t want to believe it, despite how warm she felt in her chest hearing him say those words, she couldn’t let them get to her. His words didn’t change the fact that he stayed away for so long. If he really loved her, if he really couldn’t live without her, he would have found a way back to her sooner than this. Perhaps if she kept reminding herself of that fact, it would make all of this easier for her.

“I need you to leave, Basim,” She turned around, facing her back towards him, “Please…don’t make this any harder on me than it already is.”

She closed her eyes tightly as tears threatened to fall. She couldn’t let him see her cry. It would only make him stay. If he stayed, even for a moment longer, she wasn’t sure if she’d have the strength to be a faithful wife.

Basim clutched the pouch of dates in his hands, feeling a lump in his throat. He forced himself to walk towards the window. He looked back at her one last time before finally climbing out into the night.

Once she was sure he was gone, Nashira broke down in a fit of sobs feeling like she did when she thought her lover was gone from this world.

Now he was back, but this time, he was out of her reach.

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