#darim ibn la ahad

[freezingwhitefire]

This is honestly just a random thing I put together after thinking about Altair and how he changed between the first memory in Revelations and the first game. It is also a nod of sorts at the book the Secret Crusade which I have not actually read in it's entirety yet. Also the dialogue at the end was from memory and may not be entirely correct but was from the memory in Revelations.

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What makes a thoughtful man a proud arrogant one? Praise? Admiration? Something else?

Altair knew what it took. It was none of those things, it was pain. An anguished betrayal. A loss so deep and profound that nothing could fill the gaping hole except that haughty veneer and yet despite that he remembered how desperately he had craved for someone to notice and to reach out to him. It hadn't happened though. Altair had pulled himself from that darkness and agony. Perhaps someone would have helped if they hadn't had the total disconnect of that time he spent hunting.

As it stood Altair had been bleeding to death internally, emotionally, and no one had truly seen. Rauf had noticed something, that was something Altair noticed later, but at the time one friendly face and hand was only just enough to keep him from drowning. If he could change anything it would have been that the one person actually trying to draw him from his own darkness would not have died as a result of that shade. Kadar deserved better.

Now, sitting in a chair so far from his true home, Altair wondered if perhaps he should have tried to open up to the Da'i and Rafique that had tried to help and guide him. Darim would possibly have his mother and brother still, Malik would be berating Altair himself for being driven from his home, and Altair himself would be… better perhaps. Not as worn and broken down as he felt. Not as haunted by so many dead, his parents, Adha, Maria, Sef, Malik, Rauf, and so so many others. Golden eyes closed in grief, in silent guilt for more than just taking possession of the Apple of Eden.

Darim walked into the room, Sef's wife behind him looking anxiously at him. It was almost ludicrous how the two of them seemed uneasy around him, an old man who was past the age where he could truly have stood against them. Seeing his son shift nervously Altair smiled softly and stood.

"You wish to seek those who remained behind."

"Yes." Darim replied, squaring his shoulders, a gesture that echoed Maria so strongly Altair saw her there instead for a moment.

"You have my blessing to go." Altair reached forward and set his hands on his son’s shoulders giving an affectionate squeeze.

"Come with me."

"I-"

"Father," Sef's wife interrupted, "please, do not waste away here. It is not what Sef would have wanted."

Altair sighed and closed his eyes once more. He wanted to but could he? Could he face those ghosts again? Malik would have laughed at him letting something like that stop him. Rauf's voice speaking in support of him seemed to echo from his memory too and Altair's shoulders… they relaxed as he reopened his eyes, an easing of tension he had not even noticed lingering there.

"I will need my blades if we are to go."

Relief lit Darim's face, his blue eyes filled with tears, prompting Altair to pull his son into a hug. If Darim's hands clung to his robes Altair would never admit to it, and if he clung to his son too then that was their secret too.

"I have them ready for you father. I also have some clothes for you to wear so we are less conspicuous."

"Good, very good."

Pain lingered but looking at the two children, his children now, Altair thought that perhaps pain could do more than drive to darkness and perhaps sympathy and kindness could lead to greater places still. Smiling grimly he decided to try and see. Even Abbas deserved some kindness despite the agony he had dealt to others. Unbidden words he had spoken with one whom he had loved and been betrayed by came to mind, this time without the grief that they typically carried and Altair resolved to follow through on his own words once again.

'You gave him a chance to reclaim his honor.'

'No man should pass from this life without knowing some kindness.'

'Yet he rejected your grace.'

'As was his right.'

[rambroplays]

Abbas Staged Coup Against Altair & Usurps The Title Of Mentor | AC Revel...

[shortpirateking]

AAAAAA

Of course?? Your art is absolutely amazing!! Especially how each face and expression is so unique? It's not easy to draw like that so there's so much mad respect!!

BUT YES!! Modern day children are super close! and you KNOW darim babies both Sef and Tazim! And if anyone hurts Tazim, both ibn la-ahad boys are going to make them regret it

But hhhh!!! Please!! The world needs more Uncle Kadar!! (And kadar in general!) He would show the boys silly Pranks he did when he was younger! Switch boots! Hide robes! And how to make Malik not get too mad because Kadar knows how to play his elder brother like a fiddle(puppy eyes! His weakness!)

But!! Yeah!! I headcanon the woman Malik fell for as more soft spoken and kind. So I see Tazim inheriting a lot of that shyness from her- but HOOO BOY when he gets in a sassy mood he will leave NO PRISONERS. (His poor mama having to hold back laughter when toddler tazim says something so sassy it could outmatch Malik). The imagery of Malik being out sassed is too perfect xD

But SCREAMING!! Thank you!! I like to sometimes have thoughts (tm)! I only feel bad it's for Darim and Malik both having the "my little brother is a menace and I let them get away with it too often" conversation once a week- along with Malik patting his shoulder and regailing him with things Kadar did when they were their age. It's sweet, and poor Darim can finally have someone who gets it. (Especially since he acts more mature than his parents let's be honest here)

I literally can not get over how you drew Darim, Sef, and Tazim! They're just! *chefs kiss!*

It's so adorable seeing how sweet and shy Tazim looks! And the mischief in Sef's eyes! I know they were all born many years apart(in tazims case) but I cannot stop thinking how Kadar and Sef would get along too well causing mischief, while Altaïr and Maria try to get Tazim out of his shell- all the while Malik comforts Darim because they both suffer from older sibling syndrome (sorry for the ramble I just!! Love how you drew them!!)

Aw Aw thank you so much!!! I’m so glad you like em!!

And yeah I feel similarly to you bc im so used to imagining Darim, Sef, and Tazim in a modern au context where they’re all maybe a few years apart, but in canon it’s sooooo much more spread out

KADAR AND SEF I love them so much (and we deserve more uncle kadar— sef 100% inherited the worst of Maria and Altaïr 💀/affectionate)

So glad we both feel tazim is a bit of an introvert !!

Malik and Darim bonding over sibling troubles is inspired. Your mind.

Don’t be sorry for rambling btw!! It’s a pleasure to read!!

[beforenothing]

▲ Portraying Maria Thorpe and Sons From Assassin’s Creed ▼ AU, Crossover, Verse, Canon and OC friendly. ▲ Mun is 21+ with 10+ Years of rping experience. ▼ Written and loved by Red.

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[askchibiassassins]

UNCLE MALIK IS LOVE!!!!!

For Darim and Sef he is their lovely grumpy uncle, of course!

Malik loved his nephews  as if they were his own sons ♥

PLEASE IS NOT SHOTA, OK?

(SPOILER)

Malik didn’t have children since he was very old and he didn’t know he was dad because he was in prision and he was sorry when Swami killed Sef and he couldn’t avoid ;___; (damn you, Abbas!!)

[storytimefromthecreed]

Early Bird

Soft kisses trailed up from her shoulder to her neck and rested at her ear. “Good morning.” He sang, his voice husky from sleep. She could hear the smile. Burying deeper into the pillow, she attempted to pull away from him, but Darim followed her. His chuckles were soft, and she could feel his body shake behind her. “It’s not going to be that easy to get rid of me.” Darim kissed the side of her face as he sang this, and she chuckled.

“It’s not you I’m hiding from.” Cracking a lid, she peeked on her shoulder and found his grey blue eyes peering down at her. Laughing, she pulled her pillow from her head and pressed it at his face with a laugh that was mixed with a groan. “Must you raise so early, Darim? I don’t want to get up.”

Darim’s laughter was soft as he pulled the pillow off. Grabbing her waist, he snuggled against her. “My excitement to start the day with you is what awakes me.” He attempted, but she’d closed her eyes again. Darim pressed his body against her and began kissing her shoulders again. “Then let’s hide from the sun together.” Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he closed his eyes and sighed contently. His breathing tickled her neck, so she scrunched it and rolled over. If he was awake, then she’d never get rest.

Darim laid his head beside her and she just watched him. The face she’s memorized had changed over the years, but these things remained the same. Light brown curls stuck out wildly from where he’d slept, his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, his proud nose was easy to reach with her lips. The things that were different were the lines of worry cutting into his cheeks, despite the stubble attempting to hide it, the worry at his brow, and the curls that were beginning to shift between light brown to silver. Tangling her hands in his hair to play with a curl, she groaned. “We have to go to that meeting.”

Darim opened one eye, his smile growing to expose his dimples. “I thought we were sleeping?”

“We have so many things to do today.” She tucked his hair behind his ear and chuckled when the curl sprang back out again. It was time for a haircut.

“None is more important than this.” Darim kissed the tip of her nose. “Right here.” His eyes searched her face. “I’m not going anywhere until you do.”

“Then we’d be in bed all day.” Biting down a mischievous grin, Darim’s cheeks went a little red, and he kissed the tip of her nose again.

“Is that a problem?”

She kissed his chin, weighing her options. “That’s not what I meant.” But it didn’t sound half bad.

“I can adapt.” Darim watched the window. The sky was beginning to turn from blue to pink. Diverting his attention back to her, he smiled sweetly. “Who am I to ignore the wishes of my love?” She watched the window too, and the list of things that came with it.

It had been a while since they’d had time together, and this was fun. It’s not that their sex life was lacking, trust her it wasn’t, but it was nice just watching the sun creep into their room and being together when it happened. No worry of meetings, training, or training.

Darim kissed her once and began stretching, readying himself to leave the bed. He’d known her long enough to know her thinking face and could practically see the list growing in her mind. “What would you like for breakfast, my sun? I’ll have it ready by the time you are. How does that sound?” Darim rolled to his side and sat to stretch at his side of the bed.

Or tried to.

Throwing her arms under his so she had a hold on his defined chest, she rested against his back. Darim always ran a little warm, and she hummed against his skin while his hands played with hers. “That’s not what I want.” Kissing the length of his shoulders, muscled from years with his bow, she had the satisfaction of seeing Darim cock his head in confusion.

“What would you like instead, my sun?” Concern tinted his voice as Darim looked over his shoulder. She tried not to let her smile interrupt her kissing as she made her way to his neck and secured him in her arms.

Holding him against her, she nipped at his ear. “You.”

The red at his cheeks ran down his neck and to his chest. “But we have…” He shook his head and swiftly captured her hands. Coyly, he eyed the ceiling and spoke piously. “Who am I to deny the wish of my love?”

“Darim!” She giggled, and he laid backwards atop her. “Darim!” She could feel him holding himself, so he wasn’t fully on her but on her enough to cover her. Both laughing, Darim rolled, hovering as to not squish her. His lip found hers and that was that. Once their lips touched, Darim pressed a hand at the small of her back and she slid closer to him. The need to be closer was so strong that she held his face and brought him down to her while he pulled her up. A growl rumbled from his chest, and she kissed him harder, more passionately, like they’ve never kissed before. That’s how it was with Darim. Every kiss, every touch, was as powerful as the first.

“I love you.” Darim breathed between kisses. “More than anyone has ever love another.”

“More than I love you?” She asked, her voice raspy as he moved his kisses down her neck and to her collarbones.

His breath fanned across her skin as he responded, “In all things, we are equal. Even in our love for each other.” Placing a finger on his chin, she brought his eyes to level and just stared at him. “More than you love candied dates.” He cocked a brow, and she squint him. Damn, he was good.

“Really?” She asked, and he kissed her lips again. “That’s a lot.”

“Of course.” He said matter-of-factly. She pecked his lips and he returned kissing her body.

“That sounds really good.” She thought aloud. “Candied dates.”

“For breakfast?” Darim kissed her stomach before worshipping her hips. “Then you’ll have those.”

“You can’t just give me everything I want, Darim.” Her breathing hitched as he left gentle kisses at her thighs.

“I intend to,” He purred, flickering his eyes up to maintain contact with hers as his lips traced her skin. “There’s nothing you can do about it.”

Her response caught in her throat as he made love to her. It was a wonderful start to the morning.

[bel0ved-heretic]

“Como o próprio Altaïr declarou:“ Devemos poder amar nossos filhos e, por sua vez, ser amados ”. Seu mentor acreditava que tais ligações nos enfraqueceriam. Mas se realmente lutamos pelo que é justo, o amor não simplifica esse sacrifício? Sabendo que fazemos isso para seu ganho? ”

“As Altaïr himself declared: “We shall be allowed to love our children and in turn, be loved”. His mentor believed such attachments would weaken us. But if we truly fight for what is just, does love not make such sacrifice simpler? Knowing we do so for their gain?”

[shortpirateking]

2,11

Ja(*reeees in confusion and how to come up with good qualities*)

2. What’s 3 things your f/o likes about you?

I have....literally no idea- especially on specific F/o’s... I guess for the general it’d be creativity, adventurous, and silly???

11. Free pass to gush about your f/o

Okay so!!! I have many many many *MANY* f/o’s- all from different fandoms and even to a few of my friend’s oc’s!! so it’s hard to list every single one but I am ABSOLUTELY going to list many of them with a little ramble(and the fandom because sO MANY CHARACTERS. (not counting transformers characters, book characters, or Oc’s/ readers for the sake of space)

Dark Crystal(first ofc)

SkekTek: oh do I LOVE this boy!!! His intelligence, his backstory!! I just wish to hold him close, protect him from the world and go on a vacation with him and Sidetic!!!

SkekVar: Originally I wasn’t so fond of him- but his dumb himbo self has grown on me- i remember having a dream a long time ago of the skeksis turning human after saving thra(long plotline) and becoming like teasing partners who playfought a lot. I wantthis still.

SkekGra and Urgoh: They’re just!!!! So sweet!!! I want to snuggle with them, make puppet shows together with them and just enjoy being hermits!!!!

UrVa: Husband material?? yes?? His voice is amazing and i just want to be wrapped in his arms in the forest, learn archery and!!! AAAHSUAIHSA

SkekMal: Scary forest man who shits in the woods with a dark and sexy voice??? sign me tf UP *So many things i’d do with this feral lad*

UrSol: I just....love him so much- I want to snuggle, spoil, tease, and sing with him. 

UrTih: I would do ANYTHING to make him blush, embarrass him then snuggle him as he hides his face. UrTih is mY LAD

UrSan: She’s literally a mermaid and she’s so!!! PRETTY I’M SO GAY FOR HER

SkekSa: EVEn GAYER FOR thIS  LASS HOLY SHIT SHE COULD STEP ON ME AND I’D THANK HER DUOIS

SkekLi: As a musical/history/folklore nerd. I’d kill to sit by a fire, sing folk songs and tell stories, make up our own plays, and just...enjoy being silly without the worry of being ridiculed.

SkekShod(Sorry shroom-): My??? My love?? I want to give this Skeksis my treasure chest of shiny rocks- I want to hold him close, love and kiss him- if he ever told me he loved me i’d *melt*

Assassin’s Creed

Ezio Auditore: he is *beyond* handsome- and good golly is he just!!! PERFECT. He has so much character development- i just want to learn Italian, follow his adventures and see all the things he has seen!!! (and befriend all of his friends)

Yusuf Tazim: Turkish lad??? Dorky, and just so silly??? yes??? I just....want to run through Istanbul with him---

Federico Auditore: HE WAS ONLY ALIVE FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES OF GAMEPLAY BUT I WANT TO MARRY HIM OK

Altair Ibn La-ahad: Oh boy have I had so mANY DAYDREAMS WITH THIS MAN. I’d kill to have the frenemies to lovers romance with him, aid him in his quests, become his right hand man and just....Share life with him and Maria- being the weird aunt of Darim and Sef

Malik Al-Sayf: SAME HERE WITH MALIK. I just...want to grow up with him and Kadar, learn to be an assassin with them and just- help him through his grief, change the course of time- or if not, be there for Tazim as he grows.

Charles Vane: I have literally no reason to like this man, but I do. 

Anne Bonney and Mary Reed: Amazing tough pirate gorls who kick ass and take names- what is there to NOT love?!?!?! (I just want to flirt and love on both of them- and many other NSFW things)

The Hobbit/Lotr

Aragorn: a king and warrior, strong and brave- and just!!! iosjdisada

Boromir: I really feel bad for this lad- he was merely a mortal, and sacrificed so much to regain his honor... I wish I could have saved him- or gave him comfort-

Bofur: He is the life of the party and I want nothing more than to dance on a table with him while singing at the top of our lungs. 10/10 best friends as lovers

Bifur: I want nothing more than to learn Khuzdul, speak with him and just...hold hands as I watch him make such intricate toys, see both that wild side and gentle side. 

Nori: I just like his stupid starfish hair and shenanigans okay??? he’s a little shithead thief

Kili: babbi boi....babi

Tauriel: Strong independent woman??? Red hair??? badass?? I don’t care that she wasn’t in the book, I WANT HER HAND IN MARRIAGE

Marble Hornets

Tim Wright: husband?? I would have loved to hold him- before all went to shit- i’d love to be in a poly/open relationship with him, Jay and Brian(brian we’d share, but Jay would be is(As he is CANON GAY AND I’VE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY BEFORE MY HC WAS RIGHT)

Alex Kralie: Honestly was probably an adorable dork before the sickness got to him- I still love the bad ending @probably-rabid and I roleplayed before-

Arata Kangatari(manga is the best)

Kannagi I just- love his character arc so much!!! even afterwards he’s such a dORK AND I LOVE HIM

Yorunami: Okay look- we both went through so much from our parents- so much trauma. I wish to hold him and help him to let go, to forgive but understand that doesn’t mean he has to excuse behavior.

Isora: He went through so much...so much... he didn’t deserve anything that he got, like at all... the fact he turned evil is not a surprise at all- i would have too...I just wish I could love on him, allow him to know there is love.

Eto: He’s such a good big brother....I just...want to love him... so much

Kuroshitsuji: 

Hannah Anafeloz: She was my first gay crush I can remember(then again I can’t remember too much of my childhood at all so-) and I love her so much-

Claude Faustus: I fucking hate him- and yet I love him sso sosososo much(Legit he is more of a yandere f/o and I rEEEE)

Herman Greenhill: Idc what happened in the manga- Often daydreamed about getting into Weston high and just... having him question his sexuality(As I’d be presenting as male the entire time) and just--- !!!!

Wolfram Gelzer: Big bad guy who learned to love?? Like!!! He is so sweet!!! big scary Germany teddy bear. 10/10 would snuggle. Also I love sullivan so we’d team up to tease the crap out of him

Gregory Violet: emo boi...likes black and cloaks. He is my goth boi and just...I want to draw with him- save him from Bravat along with the others- and other things that are plot related

Lawrence Bluer: Same for him-and I love how he is! I feel like he’d be a blushing nerd sometimes- but also be calm and collected. gOD I JUST WANT TO HOLD HIS HAND AS WE SHARE A BOOK

The Triplets(thompson, timber, and canterbury): I have no reason to love them- yet i do.

Agni: *incoherent screaming and sobbing as I recall what happened* HE DESERVED SO MUCH AND I LOVE HIMMMMMMMMMMMM

Snake: Babbi boi...babbi pt 2- I love him so much- he was my first ever cosplay, tricked my uncle into naming his snake after one of his(Keats). I just want to snuggle this boi.

Joker: sweet boi put into bad situation- I wish I could have saved him and the rest of the circus act-

Jumbo: okay but he is literally like 10ft tall. I want his height. I WANT TO BE CARRIED BY THIS MAN. LET ME BE CARRIED BY MY SUPER TALL HUSBAND OKAY?!?!?!

(I have so so so so SO MANY MORE- but that’s the main ones. Thank you for my TedTalk)

[emzysimagines]

Being Ezio Auditore’s Twin Sister Would Include..

Warning - Angst because, I can. This is like a part.2 to this so, make sure to read it first, guys.

Being the younger twin.

Being the one out of the two of you that uses upper brains.

Being the closest to Little Petruccio.

Being Claudia’s champion.

Your father’s office being your favourite place to be, in the Palazzo.

Loving all the books and paper, there.

Being there when your father has certain guests over.

Being your father’s little girl.

You and Federico teaming up against Ezio when he does something wrong while thinking with his bottom brains.

“I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?!”

A pair of blank looks being shot in his way.

Being a lady in your own decent way.

Your own way is being a great, untouchable, wise, calm, cockblocking, not desperate and uninterested.

Pants, boots, shirt and corset being your go-to and day-to-day attire.

And according to your older brothers, that makes you your father’s third son - Petruccio being the fourth.

Slapping Ezio every time he comes home with injuries after being involved in a street fight.

Then, starting to tend to his wounds.

Smothering Ezio.

Getting stressed out from his recklessness.

Him, thanking you every time but, still not knowing the effort you put into looking out for him.

Having a little something to say to the little bastard that broke your sister’s heart.

Having a thing for Leonardo.

I mean, who wouldn’t like a non-reckless, artistic, adorable being as him?

Being involved in every naughty thing of Young Ezio’s doing because, you do everything together.

Sneaking to where Giovanni, Federico and Petruccio are locked up with Ezio.

Standing on watch while Ezio goes up to talk to them.

Having a bad feeling about getting the papers to the judge.

Ezio shrugging you off when you tell him.

Him, making you stay with your mother and sister when he goes to your father’s and brothers’ trial.

“I can’t let you go alone!”

“You can and you will! Stop being stubborn and listen!”

Pacing around the empty yard in your house, trying to calm down.

Deciding to follow Ezio because, you’re a savage and he doesn’t have the right to prevent you.

“We have to run!”

“What happened?!”

“Run!”

Ezio forcing you to go to Monteriggioni with your mother and sister.

“Take care of them.”

Trying to stay sane for your sister.

Being your uncle’s little girl.

Him worrying about your blank reaction to your father’s and brothers’ death.

Him understanding after a chat with you.

“Why does she get to run the Villa?!”

“Why does she get to do nothing around the villa?!”

You and Claudia being jealous of each others’ tasks.

“Because, your sister has another task and it is harder than anything around the villa.”

Him showing you to the library, knowing you’ll find every secret in it if you were left alone in the room.

Finding ancient books in foreign languages - Ancient Egyptian, Arabic, etc - and so, you start looking for other books to learn those languages first.

Reading about the old brotherhood.

Reading about the restored brotherhood.

Reading about Assassins throughout history, not knowing they were actually Assassins.

Putting it together when you find their crest on one of the history books.

Confronting Mario.

“We are Assassins, aren’t we?”

“I am. Your father was the last Master Assassin. And hopefully, if your brother passes the test, he will renew the creed.”

Mario, finally telling you all about the Creed.

Meeting Assassins when they come to meet Mario.

Meeting Machiavelli way before Ezio did.

Mario giving you a certain secret book to read when he feels you’re ready.

“A prophet?…”

“A machine?…”

“Ezio?!..”

Mario nodding, silently at you with a smile.

“Smart girl..”

Reuniting with Leonardo in Venice.

“L-Leonardo!”

“Signora! It’s so good to see you!”

Bonding with Leo.

Finding out from him that Ezio’s in Venice.

“So, who’s the lucky man?”

“…”

“I have not seen you in a couple of years..”

“Uh, no! I’ve been in Tuscany with my uncle. I just had a few errands to run here.”

Your errands being gathering the Assassins then, meeting Ezio for confrontation.

Being Ezio’s right hand, as you know so much more than him from all the books you have read.

Sticking by Eio’s side being your new mission.

Leaving you with Claudia when he firsts leaves for Masyaf.

Finding your way to Constantinople through the books you read.

The Assassins there being aware of your visit.

Yusuf being his usual charming self to you.

Him being amazed by your strategic skills and your knowledge.

Making your presence known to Ezio when he first arrives after Yusuf greets him.

“Ay! What are you doing here?!”

“I was here first. I should ask you that question but, I already know, brother.”

Ezio hugging you, tightly as he had not seen you in over a year after growing so used to always having you around.

Yusuf showing you and Ezio a certain mansion.

“So, this belongs to the Assassins?”

“I am surprised you do not know of this already, Lady Auditore.”

“This belonged to a woman, who had a great hand in rebuilding the Creed with Altair Ibn La-Ahad.”

Reading letters, that woman have left - Codex pages.

“His sister?”

“Twin sister.’

You and Ezio sharing a look.

“She had quiet a history - she was a warrior much like her brother.”

“How did she get here?”

Him telling you the story of how she had to run from Abbas.

“She left her brother?”

“She always managed to go back to him, as well.”

This holding so much meaning to you and Ezio.

Altair’s sister’s codex helping you find the keys.

Also, getting to know distant - very distant - relatives.

“So, what did you find out?”

“You could be assured that the Auditore bloodline will go on.”

“You think Yusuf is single?”

Rolling your eyes at his tries to hook you up.

Befriending Sofia.

Teasing Ezio about her.

“I ship you both, for what it’s worth.”

Mourning the Assassins’ and Yusuf’s death with Ezio as you two sit in a tower, silently together.

Telling Ezio about what Altair’s sister had written about their relationship and what they used to do and the nudge with his fist that he gave her.

Ezio telling you about a certain Codex page that talked about Altair’s sister and her last words.

Going to Masyaf with Ezio and Sofia.

Having bleeding effect memories as you enter the castle of Masyaf.

“I can almost swear I saw a woman, there!”

“Sister, ‘Tis been deserted for years.”

Realizing what those visions were as soon as you see the inside of the actual castle.

Seeing a woman, who looks like you in a way, standing there, writing and talking with a man, who looked like her.

Gasping as you grab Ezio’s hand.

“I believe you have discovered bleeding effect, sister.”

Seeing so many visions of her - riding a horse around Masyaf, training in the yard, talking to her twin, talking to Assassins.

Stopping when you see a vision of the woman, old and falling to the ground.

You watch as she dies in her brothers’ arms before you.

“This is where she died, Ezio.”

Stopping in front of the library door to share a look with Ezio.

Going in with Ezio to seek Altair’s message and the piece of Eden together - just like Altair’s sister opened the pieces with him.

Ezio not seeing Altair’s last memory until you touch it, too.

“All that is good in me, began with you, Father.”

“All that is good in me, began with your aunt, my son.”

Watching the memory as if you were there with Ezio.

Hearing Maria’s voice, Al Mualim’s, Darim’s, Sef’s and especially, Altair’s sister.

Hugging Ezio, tightly as soon as you’re both done delivering your message.

The two of you’s eyes tearing up as you realize, it is all done.

Talking about Altair’s sister as you sit in the library a bit.

“She was not there for her brother, simply because of the danger. Yet, he still was there when she died.”

“Don’t be hard on her, sister. She helped in so many ways and he had a message to deliver. If it wasn’t for her, we wouldn’t be able to deliver ours.”

Going back to Tuscany with Ezio and Sofia.

Travelling between Constantinople and Tuscany, due to Assassins there needing you.

Being with Ezio until the end.

Holding him in your arms as you take your last breaths.

“T-Thank you, sister.. I-I love you and.. I’m sorry f-for everything.”

“Sh, I’m here.”

Travelling everywhere that Altair’s and his twin’s grandchildren will be.

Trying to soften things up for Desmond.

With Claudia’s presence beside you on your death bed, you still see a bleeding effect memory of Ezio.

[ao3feed-assassinscreed]

Fight Club

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/38CEjNM

by StoryTimeTheCreed

Training is a huge part of being an Assassin, but I mainly wrote this because I wanted everyone to fight one another. With their various fighting styles and methods, everyone was different on and off the field. The Roommate AU was the perfect place to do this.

Words: 1184, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Assassins Creed - Fandom, Altair Ibn La Ahad - Fandom, Malik Al Sayf - Fandom, Maria Thorpe - Fandom, Darim Ibn La Ahad - Fandom, Sef Ibn La Ahad - Fandom, Tazim Ay Sayf, Assassin's Creed Brotherhood, Ezio Auditore - Fandom, Ezio Auditore de Firenze, Yusuf Tazim - Fandom, Claudia Auditore - Fandom, Assassin's Creed Revelations - Fandom, Assassin's Creed 3 - Fandom, Connor Kenway - Fandom, Ratonhnhake:ton - Fandom, Haytham Kenway - Fandom, Edward kenway - Fandom, Adewale - Fandom, Assassin's Creed Blackflag, Assassin's Creed Rogue, shay Patrick Cormac - Fandom, Liam O'Brien - Fandom, Assassin's Creed Unity, Arno Victor Dorian - Fandom, Arno Dorian - Fandom, Shay Cormac - Fandom, Greencoat - Fandom, Axeman - Fandom, GHOST - Fandom, Elise de la Serre - Fandom, Aveline de Grandpre - Fandom, Assassin's Creed Liberation, Assassin's Creed Syndicate - Fandom, Jacob Frye - Fandom, Evie Frye - Fandom, Henry Green - Fandom, The Frye Twins - Fandom, The Spartan Siblings, Alexios of Sparta, Kassandra of Sparta - Fandom, Aya of Alexandria - Fandom, Bayek of Siwa - Fandom, Assassin's Creed Origins - Fandom, Assassin's Creed Odyssey, desmond miles - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Friends who fight - Relationship

Additional Tags: Roommate AU!, Fight Club AU!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/38CEjNM

[calamitywoman]

things I have accumulated since i had no wifi sOB

[bowlersandtophats]

Diana wishes for a shoujo romantico life. 

[acimagines]

"Imagine: Darim being the father of your children."

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[beforenothing]

@scnofnone [Ask turned thread]

Maria had the upmost faith that everything would be fine as she watched from her spot by the doorway, trying not to let out a laugh at her soon to be assassin children, trying to mimic what they’ve seen the novices in training do and trying to apply what they’ve been taught. This was her husband after all and in the safety of what they called home and ears as shape as ever. She had no doubt Altair was at the very least, alert enough to be aware of his families presences in the room. Something she both admired him for as well hated, wishing she could be as in tuned with her soundings as he was.

The children giggled amused, and yelped at being grabbed. Sef simply accepted his fate at being caught, continuing to try and tickle his father before giving up. Darim on the other hand was determined to squirm his way out of his father grasp, going as far as to use his feet feet against Altair's side to try and give himself enough leverage to brake free.

It was only until Altair had moved that Maria laughed momentary at the chaotic scene. The poor quail fluttering back and forth before settling on a table in their room. Only when things had settled down did Sef asks this question. 

“Baba? Can we go watched the sunrise on top of the castle?” He asked, reaching his hands out to the bird and without hesitation, the bird returned close enough that Sef could pet it. This, was the intended plot for the morning, the sun having turned the once patch black, starry sky into a light hue of blue, soon threatening to makes its appearance in not so short a time. It wasn’t often they were all up at this hour or at least not without some from of distress that called for it. Everyone that should be sleeping, should still be sleeping but of course, if that so happened to what Altair planned for his morning to be, to return to sleep, the children had agreed to accept it.

[kayuisama]

FUCK YOU DARIM. WHY ARE YOU SO PERFECT AND BEAUTIFUL AND... AND... DARIM???????

[assassinscreedfriendlyreminders]

friendly reminder that altair never expected sef or darim to continue his work with the apple ... instead telling darim, "go son. go be with your family, and live well." (◕‿◕✿)