#and Altair talks with Malik and SAVES HIM from prison

[mirrorthoughts]

LETS TRY THIS AGAIN

a non Teen Wolf one. Altair/Malik from Assassin's Creed

XD Uuuh, that's a nice one! I very much love this ship! But sadly no Bingo xD

[storytimefromthecreed]

How It Should Have Happened

(3)

If anyone but Altair had told her this, she would not have listened. As it were, the golden eyes on the Mentor bore down on her, but it was his tone that she respected. Altair spoke to her gently, but firmly. Knowing he was telling her that he was doing this for her and because of her. It’s true, she thought as they’d left. An emotional reunion in a prison would take time they didn’t have, and they needed to save Malik.

Remaining behind with Maria wasn’t terrible, but neither one broke the silence. Both awaiting their partners’ return. An hour passed, then another. Maria was close to sending (Y/N) when the door opened and the trio rushed in. The house was cramped.

Dirty and covered in rags, Malik was laid on the bed. Having spent the time gathering water and collecting medicine, Maria tended to him as Altair recounted the mission in angry tones. Pushed back to the far side of the room, (Y/N) stood watching. Malik’s head lolled to one side and then the other, weakly. Their reunion would have wait.

Softly taking her hand, Darim gave her a reassuring squeeze accompanied with a look before returning his attention to the task at hand. Maria motioned over for (Y/N) and began instructing her. “Change his bandages when the blood starts to show, there’s water there, wash like this...” She’d watched Maria tend to patients dozens of times, but knew better than to interrupt her.

“We’ve rallied our men and are going to speak to Abbas and his counsel.” Altair spoke, and she realized he was speaking directly to her. She nodded, and worked her hands the way Maria wanted. “Stay with Malik until he’s awake, then I ask you stay in the shadows until we require your assistance.”

“Surely my being alive will tell the Assassins all they need of Abbas’s lies?” But Altair was already shaking his head.

“Abbas’s lies have reached the very heart of the Brotherhood. With the men we have, we are hopeful we will turn the tide long enough for talks.”

“And if that doesn’t work?”

“Then we talk again until they understand.” Altair concluded. “We will not spill the blood of our brothers. Along with bringing Sef back and showing that he and his are alive, we will compare that to Malik’s tale, and finally, to yours.” Altair explained. It sounded like a lot of talking.

“Just tell me the part I am to play.” (Y/N) said, and, for the briefest moment, she thought Altair smiled at her.

“We’ll return by nightfall. Then, this will all be behind us.”

Keeping her ears open for the slightest sound of fight, she tended to Malik until he woke. Gasping, it took a moment for his eyes to focus, and when they did, a large smile stretched across his face. “I knew you’d come back.”

“Malik!” She threw her arms around him, and he groaned. “I’m so sorry!” She recoiled, but he was laughing and sat up. He was weak, but the color was returning to his face. His hair was to his shoulders and oily, and his beard was unkempt. The bones of his shoulders were beginning to protrude as were the ones on his collar. “You should eat.” Nodding, she offered him a bit of soup and bread, then some water. “How are you feeling?”

“Better knowing you have returned.” Malik drank the soup and rested with his head against the wall.

“Yes, I’m excited to see what Altair has done.”

“I’m excited to see what you do.” Malik said, and laughed at her face. “Are you serious? Have you really not understood the part you’ve played?” Malik straightened himself, and wavered her away when she hovered. “I might be old, but I’m dead.” He laughed, and she frowned.

“That’s not funny.”

“What’s funny is an Assassin like you not giving yourself credit.” He chuckled, biting into his bread. “Who else can say they ran out of Masyaf and returned a hero?”

“Altair- oh.” She felt her face growing hot. Had that really happened? Recounting the last months, had her story mirrored that of the Assassin she looked up to? What did that say about her? Seeing that she was understanding, Malik nodded. “But I didn’t do much, Malik. I’m not even in the fight.”

“Heroes don’t need violence or blood to tally their wins. Even moving the wheels of the truth is a ballard.” Malik’s head lolled to the side, and she went to the other side of the room to grab a pillow.

“I wish I could help more, Malik. I wish-” A shadow ran across the window. Without training, she’d believe it were a bird or passing cloud. Placing a finger to her lips, she backed into the corner of the room and engaged her hidden blade. Malik lay on the bed, and pretended to be asleep.

A second passed. A minute. A few. Controlling her breathing, she kept her body limber. Couldn’t have her cramping from being too tense.

Slowly the door opened, and a man tiptoed over to the bed. Producing a dagger from his side, he brought it up. “I’ve a gift from Abbas to Altair, and you’re going to help me deliver it.”

Unleashing the spring of her pent of energy, anger, and frustrations, she tackled into the man. His dagger fell and there was the snick of the hidden blade, but it was too late. Pinned against the wall, the man’s eyes went from her’s to Malik’s. “Can I help?” She asked, and his hand twitched. “Look me in my eyes. Do you think I don’t want a fight? And you do think you would stand a chance if that happened?”

The man gulped.

The hillside was filled with Assassin and villager alike. Abbas roared to the crowd, “Hear how he lies! After killing our Mentor and keeping the Piece of Eden for himself, Altair would have Masyaf for his whims!”

“Enough, Abbas!” Altair called back. “Look at the damage that has fallen on our reputation! To the decay of our way of life! Let’s end this, so that we may build a better tomorrow.”

“Better for whom, I wonder?”

“Abbas! We have witnesses!” Altair called, playing his hand. “How can punishment be dealt if no crime is committed?”

“So it was you who broke into our prison and released the prisoner?”

“A man put there without a crime!”

(Y/N) was growing restless, but trusted her instructions. That was how they’d gotten so far. There was a lot of yelling between Altair and Abbas before Altair finally addressed the crowd and revealed that Sef was alive. At this, Abbas didn’t move.

Returning to the crowd, Altair spoke, “As my son is alive, how can Malik be held for his murder?” Murmurs ran along the villager side and Assassin side. “Along with another victim thought to be dead. (Y/N) is alive as well! And she walks among us.” Had Abbas grown pale?

“You- you’re lying-”

“Why? Because your men had told you they’d killed her? Had presented you a body?”

“Where is she?”

“Worry about that during trials, Abbas. You will be held accoutable for your crimes against your fellow Assassins, and to the Brotherhood.” Sensing the shift in power, the men siding with Abbas dropped to their knees, their weapons landing to the ground. Altair’s Assassin’s gathered them.

“What are you doing? What are you doing?” Abbas yelled, and a group of Assassins surrounded him. “You’ve always been a liar, Altair! You can’t fool me!”

“Take him to the dungeon.” Altair said, and Abbas was taken away. A sense of relief filled the hillside, and there was small cheering. Staying to the shadows, (Y/N) darted her way through people until she reached him.

“A man tried to assassinate Malik. Convinced him that he should show me Abbas’s papertrail instead.”

"Excuse me?” Altair flipped through the papers, and it was all there. In his own hand, Abbas had sealed his fate. “I look forward to hearing your stories. Thank you.” They smiled at one another, and then she melted into the crowd once more.

It took a few months, but Masyaf was finally beginning to look and feel like it’s former self. Maybe even better. Abbas had been killed for the lives he’d taken during his coup, Sef and his family returned to Masyaf, and there were talks of a early spring.

Darim and (Y/N) were still seeing one another, much to Altair and Malik’s happiness. They could see the old men watching from the tower as Darim would walk her through the garden or when they’d sneak into the library and she’d have him reach the books on the highest shelves for her. They seemed to be waiting. For what? She couldn’t imagine.

It only got worse when she began to notice Maria and Sef doing it too.

“Malik has a son.” She said, trying to ignore the eyes of Masyaf on her, but it was hard. Surely, they weren’t staring, were they? Darim tightened his hold on her hand as they strolled.

“Does he now?” Darim nodded, but his eyes were far away. It was official. Everyone was acting weird. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Of course.”

Taking both her hands, Darim placed them at his mouth when he spoke. He never feared public displays of affection, enjoyed it, in fact. Though they kept the kissing and carressing in private, they were always holding hands and he was always kissing her elsewhere. Her hands and forehead mainly.

“Can you meet me in the training yard? Sundown?”

They hadn’t properly trained since they’d gotten together, and she was confused as to why he wanted to train so late. “Sure, what should I bring?”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll bring the supplies.” There was a mischievous twinkle in his eye, then a strange look that he quickly concealed. Kissing her hands once more, he took off.

He hadn’t gotten far before Malik appeared, flanked by his father and his mother. Darim groaned. It was hard enough thinking of a way to do it, must he have an audience? “Is my daughter not good enough? Is that staying your hand?” Malik’s lips twitched, and if he had both arms, Darim could image him crossing them.

“Just go up to her and ask.” Altair stated.

“Making it meaningful is important to him, Altair.” Maria told him before returning to her son. “Just do something that’s special between the two of you.” Darim thanked them for their advice and strode the complete opposite way until he ran into Sef.

“Not you too.” Darim felt he could ram his head into a wall. When he’d told them he was planning this, he’d hoped for support, ideas, maybe even a pep talk. Just not so many!

Sef smirked, enjoying his older brother’s torment. “How do you think it was when I did it?”

At sundown, the training yard was empty. As it be expected, the Assassins were probably eating or getting ready for bed. But the air was different. It wasn’t that the training ground was empty, it was that it was abandoned.

Targets lined up along the wall, but there was no weapons. The skies were turning from delicate pinks to soft velvet to starry before her eyes. It was her favorite time of the day. On a nearby bench lay a flower, and (Y/N) went to join it. No sooner had she placed it at her nose, a whizzing sound filled the courtyard. Then the smack as the arrow found it’s target.

She didn’t have to look over her shoulder to see who could make such an unbelieveable shot, but she did anyway. Darim leaned casually against his bow, all smiles. Raising a brow, she giggled, blew him a kiss, and returned her attention to the arrow. Then her jaw dropped.

Clasping her hands together, she spun around, checking to see if he was laughing because surely this was a joke!

“What do you say?” His voice echoed throughout Masyaf.

“Yes!” Darim abandoned his bow and leapt over the side of the castle. Rolling out of the haystack, he ran to her and swept her in his arms. “Yes!” She said, this time between them.

The tail was goose feather, and on the shaft of the arrow was a gold ring.

[creednight]

Being the Younger Twin

Being the younger twin of Desmond, Connor, Arno and Altair. It’s my first time trying this, let me know what you think!

Desmond

At first, he was gonna leave you at the barn until he found something more permanent. But, hell no you weren’t about to stay in that hell hole.

You had the better plan anyway and he was a little angry about that, he’s older he should know better

When you land in New York, you get a job as a waitress and him a bartender right across the street

That was by chance, he says, you roll your eyes

He’s protective of you and will always make sure you’re safe, wherever you are

You tell him be careful about the motorcycle

When he gets caught, the first thing you do is roll your eyes before going off to get him

Shaun and Rebecca get you first and explain everything

You’re wary of Lucy, but absolutely love Rebecca! The two of you are seen everywhere together, listening to music maybe getting a little high before things get serious

Des doesn’t want you in the animus. “It’s fucked up in there, sis. Don’t do it.”

But as the bleeding effect starts to affect him, you get it too... They start alternating the two of you in there to try and lessen the severity

You get good with Altair, memories with certain ancestors work better for you than him

When it comes time to go to Italy, you’re worried. Desmond is getting irritable, he’s seeing things and you know because you are too

Not matter what though, the two of you stick together. He’s got your back and you know he has yours

In the Grand Temple, you know exactly what Des is gonna choose. You fight about it for hours, tears in your eyes. There’s never been a time you two were apart, long term.

“Desmond, please!! I don’t know how to be just me, I love you. Don’t go!”

“It’s always been (Y/N) and Desmond, you will be okay. It’ll get easier sis. I’ll always be with you, when you’re in the animus or even just living life. I love you, so much and you can do so much better than I can.”

He’s too calm and you know he’s going to be the one to do it.

You mourn for so long, even Rebecca can’t pull you out of it

Strangely, the animus isn’t as cold feeling as it used to when you were in it.

Connor

He’s the protective older brother, will scare anyone that gives you a weird look

When the fire happens, he saves you first and when he’s unable to save your Mother...Well, it won’t leave him alone for a long time...

You stick with him, you don’t blame him at all. You just don’t want to lose him

When it’s time to leave, he tries to send you off with the others, but you fight to stay. It takes a looooong talk, but you manage to stay by his side

Most of the time, he doesn’t tell you the outright truth to protect you, but you know when he’s lying

You’re starting the fights most of the time and he’s helping finish them

You take to Achilles right away, absorbing his lessons and his words

Out of the two of you, you’re Achilles’ favorite, but he won’t say that out loud

When it’s time to train, he refuses to let you join in, but when you show that your stealth skills are excellent, he relents to let you join on smaller missions at first

When you hear of his hanging, you nearly lose it. Saving him is easy for you and he realises how much he has put you through. From then on, it’s the two of you working together with no secrets whatsoever.

Meeting Haytham leaves you confused, but that goes away as time goes on and you find you’re disgusted with him

You’re there to mourn Achilles with Connor, the two of you clutching each other and grateful for each other

In the final battle, you help Connor take down Haytham and everyone else

In the end, the two of you have each other and, though you struggle, things get better

Then you’re a proud Aunt and you couldn’t be happier for your brother

Arno

You didn’t have your father’s pocket watch, but you did have a necklace with a strange insignia

You knew better than to follow Elise and so you didn’t. But when Arno was gone for a while, you stepped away for just a moment. Your father called after you and then there was a scream.

A coat was tossed over him, so you wouldn’t see the horror, before you could get there. But you were screaming for Arno

When he appeared, he could just hold you without much talking.

From then on, the two of you were distant. You did despise him, he was your twin, you could say you were disappointed with him.

When it came time to live with the de la Serre’s, you were indifferent and quiet. Not a, shy quiet. No you listened and kept to yourself, waiting to strike.

You liked Elise and allowed yourself to play with her and Arno, but you just wanted your father

When Julie became sick, Francios trained you in stealth and espionage, hoping you would join the order like your brother. At Julie’s death, you were both disappointed with the lack of attention, though you had more feelings about her death than your brother

You move out with Arno and it seems like everything is okay between the two of you

When you hear that he is in prison, you leave immediately. You two may not be as close as you’d like, but he’s still your brother

He finds you immediately after being freed and tells you about Bellec

You’re wary about the brotherhood, the initiation was traumatizing enough, but you love the training, so you stick with it

You start to focus on your father, diverting from your brother who has long since moved on. Though you help him out in missions, often saving his ass from being caught

Bellec’s death is a surprise to you and you try to comfort your brother

The two of you fight it out

“You don’t care about anything! You can’t just let father stay in the past, when are you going to let it go!”

The words dig deep and you take a break from your hunt and truly come to take care of yourself and him

When he begins to go against the Creed, you fight again about it. When he doesn’t listen, you decide to take a break from everything. It’s time you found what you search for, you disappear for a while

When you come back, you hear about the Exile

For the first time, you cry. You cry all the way to your brother, Elise steps aside and lets you two talk it out

“Are you done hating me?” “I never hated you. I just never thought to see your point of view, I was too scared to get close to anyone in case they ended up like father; but that made me hurt more...”

The three of you aim to take down Germain together... Obviously, it doesn’t end perfectly

You keep Arno above the waters after Elise’s death and it takes a long time before he’s back on his feet

By then, you’ve learned of the Assassin-turned-Templar that brought you along this path...

Altair

You weren’t as cocky as your brother, you knew your skills were good, but you weren’t the best

You were disappointed when heard about what happened to Malik and his brother and devastated when you heard about his demotion

So much so, that when you tried to argue (God you could fight so hard for what you wanted) you got demoted too

Malik did not hate you as much as he did Altair and you worked hard to help them rebuild their relationship

It’s your level headedness and eagerness to learn that gains you back your rank faster

You argued all the time with Altair, why did he have to be an ass and get people killed? In the end you still loved him tho

As the hunt for the nine continued you both discussed the Templar deaths with uncertainty

When news of Al Mualim hits you, you are confused and furious

The two of you make a plan when you return to Masyaf

You and Malik gather the unafflicted Assassin’s and fight alongside your brother 

Until it’s time to get the Apple, Altair doesn’t want you fighting and orders you away

You pretend to listen, as always, and come in to save his ass at the last second

Altair wants the two of you to lead the Order together; he has found that he is only better with you at his side

You agree and immediately begin research

Your ideas for assassination techniques, stealth and even furthering Eagle Vision amazes everyone

Your brother moves to do more missions while you stay behind and teach everyone yourself, you’ve got a real knack for it

You’re happy when he marries Maria, finally someone else to help keep your brother in line

Darim and Sef are your little bundles of joy and you dote on them as much as Altair does

You opt to stay rather than take down Khan

Abbas faked a problem that you had to go solve in order to overthrow everyone

You and Sef are captured, you’re his last goodbye to the world, promising him it’s not by his father’s hand and that he is loved

You and Malik are blamed for Sef’s murder

When Altair returns you are relieved and stay by his side, you tell him you failed him and understand if he hates you

He promises it’s the opposite, you remained loyal to him and you did your best despite the circumstances

You mourn Malik as his head rolls out of the box

You go into a rage after Maria dies and manage to wound anyone in your way to Darim

When it comes time to return, you are the one to attack first and the two of you defeat Abbas together

You help build the library, your extensive knowledge is key to most of its information

At the end, Altair knows you will not leave his side and he’s glad for it

Death is something the two of you have come to know well and will greet together

Darim is sad to see you both go, but relents

After Altair imprints the memory, you wish his strength before the two of you pass into the next world