#altmal fanfic

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

Colors (chapter 1/3)

In the wake of the DDOS attack on AO3 I decided to upload what I have posted from “Of Blades and Parchment” to here since the site is unavailable. The writing is a couple years old at this point and the series is unfinished (not abandoned!) but I figured that it might bring some joy to some random person waiting for the site to be back.  

Summary: Who was he to affect him in this way, to somehow get such a reaction out of him that drawn swords didn't? To make him long for contact he hadn't needed nor wanted in years?

The last two stories but it's Altaïr's perspective and he has no clue how to deal with new things or emotions.

1103 words, Part 3 of “Of Blades and Parchment” series

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31118099/chapters/76887980

Beginning of series   ----   Previous  ----  Next

  The first time Altaïr sees him, it's at the marketplace. 

    He is crouched on one of his favorite perches in the city, a tall tower with intricate tiles. It’s located in a rare blindspot, where the roof patrols don’t pass. The tower is taller than most of his other perches, but not so tall that his stomach fills with dread at the effort it would take to climb it.

   He is able to see a good distance from here, and in the afternoon sun, Altaïr switches his Eagle Vision on. The world fades to monochrome, and the sounds become muted to his ears. The assassin takes a moment to breathe in the untouched air, and then turns his attention to the streets below him.

   The people beneath his feet look like ants. He can see the red of the guards walking the streets. There is an informant a couple buildings over, and it looks as if there is a meeting of some kind between two merchants in the opposite direction, both glowing white with the promise of intel. 

   He is about to switch back to his regular vision when he sees it. A few streets over, is an ever so faint blue shape. Altaïr stares at it in confusion as it moves. This was not the first time he had seen blue of course. After all, his brothers were blue. Except for Abbas. Altaïr had never liked him, not just because of his insufferable personality or his grating voice, but because he was red. Red meant danger. It meant that Abbas was not to be trusted.

   Nevermind all of that now, why was there a blue shape in the middle of Jerusaelm?

   Altaïr would know if a brother was in the city as well, and to his knowledge, he was the only man sent for this target. He also knew he should ignore it. He had orders to follow, a man’s death to see to, but he was curious damn it!

   He glared at the shape as if that would solve the mystery, and that's when he finally realized something was...off. That glow wasn’t nearly as bright as it should be, not nearly as vibrant. He blinked, returning his sight to normal. His brows furrowed in confusion.

   While the edges of his Eagle Vision’s reach did in fact tend to become blurred and duller, the figure was close enough that it shouldn’t happen. 

   He switched back to make sure he had seen it right. It was definitely duller than it should be. He needed to figure out who this was.

   He jumped from his perch, his vision flickering back to color as he carved his way through the air and landed in the hay cart. When he was younger and unpracticed, the thought of doing such a thing would have made him nauseous, but he wasn’t a novice anymore. 

   Altaïr emerged from the cart, brushed the hay off of his shoulders, and as if he hadn’t done something death defying, walked away at a leisurely pace. He wasn’t worried about losing his new objective. The faint blue color had not been moving quickly, and it was only a few streets away. Even if this unknown person moved locations, he would still be able to track them in no time.

  As it turned out, it was not needed. He could see the man haggling for some bread. Altaïr sat on a nearby bench and turned his vision back on. The man was blue, but it was faint, just as it had been from the tower. The color was faint enough that it was more grey in nature, and he could still clearly make out the man’s features through it.

   His hair was short and darkly colored. It looked as if it was black, but it was hard to tell with the world bleached into grey around him. His jaw was sharp and lined with stubble that looked as if it needed to be shaved soon. Most notably he was missing his left arm. The fabric of his sleeve was pinned up to his shoulder, probably so it wouldn’t be caught on anything. 

   He didn’t wear an assassin’s robes, yet he still glistened that pale blue. Perhaps he was undercover? But it wouldn’t make much sense to be arguing over the price of bread while doing so. Besides, the missing limb would have made him recognizable, and Altaïr didn’t recognize this stranger.

    The man, seemingly fed up with his debate, left in a huff. He walked right by Altaïr’s bench, so close that he could touch him. Altaïr, surprised at himself, caught his hand and lowered it before he could reach the color. 

    The assassin sat in befuddlement as the man rounded the corner. Never before had he been so drawn to one’s colors. Never before had he tried to physically touch them. 

   It was the last one that shocked him the most. Altaïr didn’t particularly like contact. Yet here he was, reaching towards someone he didn’t even know the name of without a conscious thought.

   This was a bad idea. He had things to attend to.

   Altaïr stood from the bench and followed the man around the corner like a fish hooked on a line. 

   He tailed the stranger for at least thirty minutes, staying out of sight, scaling buildings and blending within the crowds. He didn't know exactly why he followed the man, nor did he know what caused him to sneak around in such a way. 

   What he did know was that the man carried himself with his head held high. He disliked the crowds, and began to grow more agitated as time went by. He seemed to have some kind of preference in paper if the ten minutes he spent judging it was anything to go by.

    Altaïr also knew that at one point he could have sworn that the man saw him, and his heart started to beat fast in his chest. Fast in the way that it beat during a fight. His breath caught in the back of his throat, and he only released it after the man looked away from his direction. 

   Who was he to affect him in this way, to somehow get such a reaction out of him that drawn swords didn't? To make him long for contact he hadn't needed nor wanted in years?

    He didn't like the way this was going. Didn't like that this man made him so nervous while simultaneously urging him closer. Didn't like that he couldn't figure out his colors.

   Altaïr buried his curiosity under his aggravation and left. 

[sc4llywag]

Where are my altmal people at??? Tell me what kind of stories you want next!! :))

[voidcat-senket]

it's 2024 so what did I do I published an Assassin's Creed 1 fic

because that makes sense :D

It's Malik hating on Altair because he doesn't want to forgive him yet. Listen. I like my men grumpy and upset okay what can I say.

let's be honest it's purely based on a @corvidscreams headcanon. As usual everything is your fault <3 Summary: When Altair falls through his ceiling poisoned and bleeding out, Malik has no choice but to nurse the assassin back to health. He is not pleased about it. Tags: Hurt, Angst, Reluctant Hurt/Comfort, pre-forgiveness, Childhood Friends, Pre-Relationship, and post-relationship??, theyre in the 'rivals' part of, friends to rivals to lovers, Malik is bad at feelings, Sick Character, There Was Only One Bed, that's not how eagle vision works, very bad medical treatment please don’t do this

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Slowburn – Malik hates rich playboy Altair, and starts a blog to educate the tweens on what a sexist dick he is. He just didn't expect Altair to find it and become its fan. Taking place over three years, we follow how both characters become better people, before they even meet in person.

Author: @bewareofchris

Note from submitter: This is my favourite slowburn, and despite how insanely long it is, I've read the whole thing three times, and I'm always thinking about starting that fourth time. It doesn't have much to do with AC apart from a few references and using the characters. Please, go read it if you like slowburn!

[garrulousgryffindor]

Fanfic Masterlist

Assassin's Creed

Bound to Fall- Altair/Malik - Internet Dating Modern AU Rated M | Chapter 4 / ? | Status: In Progress Date Published: Nov. 8, 2024 | Date Updated: Nov. 24, 2024

Every Day Is Exactly The Same - Altair/Malik - Zombie Modern AU Rated M | Chapter 4 / ? | Status: In Progress Date Published: Sept. 21, 2024 | Date Updated: Nov. 6, 2024

Make This Go On Forever - Altair/Malik - Omega!Verse AU Rated M | Chapter 13 / ? | Status: In Progress Date Published: July 30, 2024 | Date Updated: Nov. 22, 2024

Call Your Girlfriend - Altair/Malik - High School AU Rated M | Chapter 4 / ? | Status: In Progress Date Published: Aug. 24, 2024 | Date Updated: Nov. 7, 2024

You're All I Have - Altair/Malik - University/College AU Rated M | Chapter 16 / ? | Status: In Progress Date Published: July 17, 2024 | Date Updated: Aug. 16, 2024

Hide & Seek - Altair/Malik - Mafia/1920s AU Rated M | Chapter 8 / ? | Status: We're on a break :| Date Published: Mar. 25, 2014 | Date Updated: July 16, 2024

Just Once - Desmond/Shaun, Altair/Malik, Ezio/Leo - Modern AU Rated M | Chapter 3 / ? | Status: On Hiatus/Unfinished Date Published: Oct. 24, 2013 | Date Updated: Feb. 17, 2014

Pacific Rim

Little Becket Vs. Surly Australian - Raleigh/Chuck - Western AU Rated M | Chapter 10 / 10 | Status: Complete Date Published: July 10, 2024 | Date Completed: July 30, 2024

Harry Potter

Undisclosed Desires - Scorpius/Albus Severus Rated M | Chapter 10 / ? | Status: We're on a break :| Date Published: Aug. 26, 2013 | Date Updated: July 5, 2024

Mass Effect

Second Chances - Male Shepard (kind of)/Kaidan Rated M | Chapter 1 / ? | Status: On Hiatus/Unfinished Date Published: Oct. 8, 2013 | Date Updated: Oct. 8, 2013

[miss-3625]

An Assassin's Creed fanfiction (Altmal), that I'm currently writing: (It is finished, since the 01.01.2023)

Eagle Vision on AO3

'Oh,' he thought, and instinct made him activate his other sight. Between one blink and the next, the world was bathed in a soft gray and everything unimportant disappeared from his sight.

'Oh,' he thought again and his heart started beating even faster, his eyes wide open now.

Malik was golden.

If a person is blue, they are a friend. If they're red, then they're an enemy. But if they’re gold, then they’re important.

Malik was golden. Malik was important.

The moment his vision returned to normal, Malik turned his head towards him. His eyes sparkled in the sun and his smile grew.

'Oh,' Altaïr thought a third time. His smile also grew. 'He is beautiful.'

It is mostly fluff I guess, with just a little hint of angst and maybe sadness.

Also it is currently in progress; while it was supposed to be a one shot, my fingers just won't stop writing ^^

Feel free to check it out :D (and maybe leave a Kudos and a comment as well)

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Little sneak peaks:

Chapter 1

Altaïr knew from an early age on that he was different from the other boys he grew up with - although it took him a while to realize what was really so different about him.

...

However, he really realized that he was different the year Malik became more than his friend.

Chapter 2

He sighed in relief. Perhaps he would still escape the nasty complaining of Jerusalem's Rafiq.

As soon as he finished his thought, he felt a thump on his left side and then pain.

Chapter 3

"Novice?"

He came to a halt when he finally saw what the problem was.

A broken end of an arrow jutted from Altaïr's left side, the previously white robe was stained red around the spot, and there were small wounds all over his body. Presumably from arrows that only grazed him.

"Altaïr!" he shouted, running towards the injured man, his heart racing.

Chapter 4

He only slightly noticed that the hand traveled from his head down his cheek and cupped his jaw. A thumb gently caressed his cheek.

"I’ll take care of you. You're not alone,” whispered Malik.

Altaïr smiled and fell back into the darkness.

Chapter 5

"You think I'm beautiful?" Malik asked softly and Altaïr grunted in response.

Malik turned his face to Altaïr, who followed suit. Both just looked at each other for a short moment and eyed the other.

[vroombeams]

🦴 and 🥤!

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love i was supposed to go thru and reblog a bunch of my faves recently so we'll just make this into a little list why don't we. f1 fic up first

liminal space by miamis (loscar) - so slick so sexy so smoky stoned sloppy hookup rose of salt by pipitass (oscarmark) - if one were to pinpoint the moment i became an oscarmark enthusiast it would be the moment i read this side by side in orbit by glasscushion (pianortrell) - imagine having to select an m glasscushion fic for this list. imagine having to choose. this was the most difficult moment of my life but it's the one i've reread the most so an ancient dispensation by akirakurosawa (galex) - one of the first fics i read in f1 fandom and i still think about it. wildly cool and well crafted mental breakdown call me beep me by limabima (landoscar) - i am so ambivalent about phone sex fic and this somehow throttled me with like. a phone cord. where did you get that push the clutch in and i pull the choke by yekoc (yukierre) - goofy-adjacent breeding kink and the pinnacle of dialogue to me. all time a few of my favorite things by antimonyandthyme (multi) - post-apoc so fuckin cool stylistically due for a reread pronto the light between the lines by bright-and-burning (landoscar) - plot and sci fi and this especially reads like a novel and i want a copy tasty by higgsbosonblues (landoscar) - a fic that made me fucking cry about vore. the audacity

putting the second chunk of non-f1 recs under a cut for tidyness

battle of eagles by wordswithout (assassin's creed, altmal) - this is the apex. this is the one, to me. i reread it once or twice a year and there's now a podfic, which made me even more insane than i already was the alt-right pipeline into my heart by anon (youtube rpf, hasan piker/dream) - a meme. it's a meme of a fic but it's written so well i don't even remember how i found it but jesus christ i think about it all the time a memoir of the flesh by fluorescentgrey (old kingdom series, nick/sam | nick/lirael) - my ult niche rarepair. nick/sam. they should have kissed in canon six feet apart, and then some by honeyedrop (haikyuu!, osaaka) - my other fave rarepair. resisting airing my anime fandom dirty laundry out on this list so this will be the only one

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?  the og media inspo for me is probably danny boyle's sunshine wow what a film! the movie that made me want to make movies! this and aronofsky's the fountain were some early ones for me for sure. bookwise the old kingdom series took a bat to my brain like 20 years ago (writing style doesn't hold up anymore but boy that world building is tasty). more recently, as if i don't talk about it enough: annihilation, the secret history, and lunar park are all in a rotation of rereads that get my brain Going. also station eleven! is written in that brain-tickling way that makes me want to write even as i'm reading? and then of course the list of video games that shaped the way i want to tell stories... longer now of course but the original inspo games for me were chrono cross and shadow of the colossus and they are still permanent fixtures in me skull

writers truth or dare 💌

[vampiredesmond]

i'm about to upload a 5k altmal hurt/comfort fanfic. does anyone want to be tagged perhaps??

[soygrrl]

ive been reading this one long ass assassins creed altmal fanfic and for YEARS it was never finished and now kts done and i read it all. i feel like a part of me has died now

[xazz]

Hey BB!

I've been doing a shameless reread of basically all my fav AC fics of yours (slowly hahaha, Christmas preparation and all)

I somehow forgot about 'They Were Giants' existed until I reread it - in the fic it says you were gonna post the full fourth chapter on patreon but I know you've axed the patreon tier that would let me read it (I really have been following a long time haha and I did sub when I could afford it and I remember binge reading all the early release chapters of my fav fics on there back when that tier existed)

Do you ever intend to make the full version of that fourth chapter public? : )

Brought to you cos I saw you reblog the fanart for that fic as well!

I know you're on holiday still, but I wanted to forget to ask while it was on my mind!

Also I keep procrastinating rereading Flocking Movement, apparently I'm in a sappy Altair / Altmal mood lols (he and Malik were one of my first ships? Courtesy of you I'm pretty sure and I'm so attached to those bastards even if I don't write fanfic xD)

- V/D (I've given up on remembering which one to use, so both is good I think)

I don't know. If I ever wrote more they were giants I will probably just make them original characters if I'm honest. Because there's no reason for them not to be at this point. Especially with the amount of world building I've done on the back end for that story. Maybe one day I don't know.

[xadoheandterra]

The Heir, The Reader, and Clay

Series: The Heir, The Reader, and Clay Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Beta: @claire-the-queer-dragon Summary: Layla Hassan has a crazy idea, once she finally pings upon who the Reader really is. Taking into account human genetics and general Isu Fuckery it's an idea that just might work, crazily enough.

The results are...interesting, to say the least, but Desmond could use some actual love and care in his life even if he can't recall WHY exactly--and if it gives Layla enough of an excuse to fuck around with some Isu programming in the background all in an attempt to stop one crazy fool from burning on a pyre not of his design? More power to them. It's the Isu's own fault after all--they made Layla and Desmond into this. They Named them--and Names, well, Names can have some pretty powerful connotations.

The Reader of the Calculations, a man who perpetually burns in the power of the Sun, simultaneously stuck in 2012 and dead at the same time. Schrödinger's Sacrifice.

The Heir of Memories, a woman who has more people in her brain that she realizes, who lacks any significant Isu blood, and yet still retains her sense of self so STRONGLY despite outside influences. Alone in a crowd, the Unexpected Sacrifice.

Then there was Clay. Clay was honestly a surprise.

Story: Run It Again Chapters: --Arc I - Getting Together By Coparenting: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII | XIV | XV  ---Interlude - A Series Of Letters Between August & September: XVI --Arc II - ???: XVII | XVIII Main Characters: Altair ibn La’Ahad, Malik al-Sayf, Kadar al-Sayf, Desmond Miles, Maria Thorpe, Al Mualim, Faheem al-Sayf Pairings: Altair/Malik Main Tags: AltMal, AltMal Raises Baby Desmond, Time Travel AU, Time Trave Fix-It, Desmond Lives AU, Family Drama, Drama, Emotional Trauma/Psychological Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Autistic Altair, Demisexual Altair, WIP Summary: They hadn’t found an answer yet, and Layla was impatient despite the promise of the Grey being timeless in its nature. She didn’t want to have to search for an answer that might never come–so she made another suggestion. Why not just change it? Why not counter the Isu influence on the Pieces of Eden where it counted, and counter what Juno inevitably did to the Eye in the Grand Temple?

It was all the push that Desmond needed to let himself be just that bit more selfish. So selfish he chose to be, and there was one moment where the Isu’s hold on the Pieces of Eden had a profound effect–the Levantine Brotherhood. Altair Ibn La’Ahad. Al Mualim. There was just one problem–Desmond was eight, a child, and didn’t remember dying.

Layla at least had his back, even if she was just a bit fashionably late.

Run It Again Chapter Teases:  Ch 2 | Ch 5.1 | Ch 5.2 | Ch 6 | Ch 7.1 | Ch 7.2 | Ch 8.1 | Ch 8.2 | Ch 9.1 | Ch 9.2 | Ch 10.1 | Ch 10.2 | Ch 11.1 | Ch 11.1 Bonus Comment | Ch 11.2 | Ch 11.3 | Ch 12.1 | Ch 12.2 | Ch 12.3 | Ch 13.1 | Ch 13.2 | Ch 13.2 Bonus Comment | Ch 14.1 | Ch 14.2 | Ch 14.3 | Ch 15.1 | Ch 15.2 | Ch 16.1 | Ch 16.2 | Ch 16.3 | Ch 16.4 | Ch 16.5 | Ch 17.1 | Ch 17.2 | Ch 17.3 | Ch 17.4 | Ch 18.1 | Ch 18.2 | Ch 18.3

Run It Again Musings/Rantings: Things That Have Held Up Run It Again Posting Schedule WTF Difficulties Continuing Because of Malik and Desmond MonJustMon “Shouts” At Me Trying To Puzzle Out Fic Direction Clay and Layla On Al Mualim and Altair’s “Death” Complaining About Ch 16 Run It Again Fic Rec By MonJustMon Chapter 16 IS FINISHED The More You Know Kadar the Show Stealer THE EVER GROWING OC TRAIN Me Begging For Validation Altair Has A Crisis Evil Idea Little Des Heart Stealer

Run It Again Memes

[sc4llywag]

do you have any AltMal fic recs?

I DO INDEED!!!

Falling through the Sun - night_sentinel(AO3)

Here's a really slow burn one that makes me so sad and I wish was longer

The Bird from the Window - tanyart(AO3)

This one's a one shot and short but still so so good

That's all I really have but I do have a small one shot book on AO3 if you're interested! (Shameless plug ik</3)

My AO3 is scallywag_inq and the only thing I have on there is my one shots work🙏

HAPPY READING BABES 🗣️🩵

[voidcat-senket]

Rusted Sword (left Unattended)

Chapter 1: Eagle's Return

Fandom: Assassin's Creed 1 Characters: Malik Al-Sayf, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, Maria Thorpe, Abbas Sofian Ship: Malik/Altair

Summary:

Altair returns to Masyaf after a decade in Mongolia, only to discover that his son is dead and Malik has been declared the murderer. He doesn't believe it for a moment, but that doesn't undo the two years that Malik has spent in a dungeon cell. A retelling of the events following Altair's return to Masyaf and to Malik. If they had long been lovers. If the need to care for Malik had taken priority.

Tags:

Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Minor Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad/Maria Thorpe, Established Relationship, Angs, tBackground Poly, Protective Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, Mental Instability, Mental Anguish, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Brain Fog, Fix-It

[desmond-the-queer-dragon]

One of the crossovers that I will die on is Toothless being an absolute lovable menace to Altaïr and Malik, saving Kadar’s life, and simultaneously being one of the things that helps them mend their relationship.

Have my fingers slipped and I have started writing this already? Yes.

[curiosity-killed]

kitten

Word count: 1066 Pairing: Altmal

I have no excuse, I just wanted to do it. Also if my transliteration is wrong pls let me know 

They’ve just finished their meeting and Malik is rising from the table when Altaïr’s chest – squirms. Malik freezes. Altaïr has not looked up from the map they were looking over, but from the sudden tension in his shoulders, it’s intentional. His chest squirms again. “Altaïr,” Malik says slowly, “what – is that?” His voice comes out a little flatter than intended, more statement than question. “What is what?” Altaïr does not look up. He does reach one hand up to still the movement in his chest.

“Altaïr.” Finally, guiltily, Altaïr lifts his eyes from the map he was pretending to study. Sheepish is never a word Malik would connect with Altaïr, and yet, now, as the other man reaches a hand into his tabard, it is the only one that could apply. Revealing this apparent secret, however, resolves very little of Malik’s confusion. “You brought a cat?” he demands. The little creature is old enough to require both of Altaïr’s hands but still small enough to seem fragile in his broad palms. Its dirty-white fur is damp and mussed, sticking up in spikes across its forehead and back. “She was alone,” Altaïr says by way of explanation. Malik stares at him. Jerusalem is filled with stray cats, roaming both streets and rooftops. Altaïr holds the kitten a little closer to his chest, even as it gives a peeved meow. “Have you ever cared for a cat?” Malik asks. Altaïr’s shoulders slump just-so. “No,” he admits. Malik hesitates a moment before taking his seat across from Altaïr once more. Despite how far they’ve come, how many reassurances they’ve given each other, their way forward has not been as straightforward as he might have thought it would be after that initial confession. Times like these, when Altaïr’s head dips in preemptive disappointment, cut too close to that year. He doesn’t want to go back, but it’s too easy to slip back into those habits. He has to catch himself every time. “Nor have I,” he admits. “I hope she doesn’t have fleas.” Altaïr looks up, almost hopeful. The kitten mewls, still trying to wriggle free. “I bathed her,” she says. “I think she is free of them.” Malik’s eyebrows raise just a little. From a glance at the kitten, it’s clear that Altaïr didn’t just dunk her into a bucket but actually took the time to wash her; her fur is still gently ruffled, fluffed up from where Altaïr probably tried to dry her with his robes. It’s the kind of effort that shouldn’t be a surprise but still is; for so long, Altaïr only showed that kind of care to his weapons. “Well, then,” Malik says. “I imagine you must have named her already as well.” This time, Altaïr’s embarrassment is all his own doing. He looks down at the kitten as he replies, stroking her head with a finger. She whines. “I’ve just been calling her Sunduq.” Malik manages to hold himself together for an impressive few moments before he breaks into laughter. Grandmaster of the Assassins, Eagle of Masyaf – and Altaïr named the cat “Kitty.” Altaïr, for his part, bears the laughter with good humor. His lips quirk up on one side, blanching the skin around his scar. “Do you have an alternative in mind?” he asks. “No,” Malik says, still amused. “Sunduq is perfect.” He clears a little space on the table so Altaïr can release the squirming kitten at least partially. Immediately, she turns to jump off the table. “She certainly takes after you,” Malik remarks as Altaïr places her back on the table. Altaïr hums a little, a small smile curving his lips. After several more attempts to escape, the kitten finally resigns herself to toddling around the little area they’ve created on the table. They settle into a comfortable silence, watching her. Every so often, she stops to sniff one of them vigorously before making a mad dash to the table’s edge. Each time, her flight is arrested by one of them, and she hangs limp in their hands for a moment before starting again. Despite himself, despite all common sense and all pretense at gruffness, Malik is enchanted by the stubborn creature. Pets weren’t permitted in Masyaf, too close to an attachment that might distract novices from their tasks. He’s never thought much of it or even enough to miss the opportunity. Now, though, as the kitten finally drops her little rump to the table and starts licking at her fur, he thinks he likes the idea. What he likes better still, though, is the soft way Altaïr looks at her, the delight that brightens his eyes when she settles down with her front paws tucked beneath her chest. Too rare are their opportunities for this kind of domesticity. Now that Altaïr has brought one to them, Malik thinks it would take some doing for him to be willing to part with it. “Why didn’t you just say something?” he asks, reaching out his hand to run a careful finger down Sunduq’s back. She aborts his gesture to sniff at him, pressing her cold little nose right to his finger, before abating and allowing him to pet her. Altaïr shrugs. “I was going to find her a home,” he says. “So you weren’t going to try to hide her and raise her in the bureau without me noticing,” Malik remarks. Altaïr has the good grace to look a little embarrassed, at least. “Not for long,” he says. Beneath Malik’s hand, the kitten has closed her eyes and at last, a rusty little purr starts up. Altaïr perks up at the sound, watching as if it is the first time he’s seen a contented cat before. In truth, he may not have; Malik can’t remember the last time he actually petted one. “I can make her a bed out in the atrium,” Altaïr offers. Malik scoffs. Now that he’s earned the kitten’s grudging purr, he’s loathe to stop, but he forces himself to rise. “Come, bring your daughter,” he calls over his shoulder as he heads to his private quarters. In the coming days, he will no doubt chastise himself for being too soft and too easily swayed by Altaïr’s hopeful eyes. But for now, curled on his side with Altaïr’s legs tangled with his and the little kitten curled in a ball between their chests, he cannot bring himself to mind.

[miss-3625]

Soooo...

After a few months of not writing...

I began a new fanfiction :)

It's called "The Powers of Nature" on AO3

It is an Assassin's Creed 1 fanfiction mixed together with Avatar: The Last Airbender.

The shipping is of course Malik Al-Sayf/Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.

The summary:

No one knows where these powers came from.

The power to play with water, to move rocks, to create fire and to move with the wind.

But, for no known reason, there were also people that were not blessed with any power.

 

Over the millennia, there have been many battles between benders and non-benders alike.

However, by the time of the Third Crusade, both benders and non-benders around the world lived together in harmony.

The question, however, was, how long this peace would last.

Even though I don't really have the fanfiction fully planned out, I hope people will enjoy it ^^