Fill for this prompt here: http://asscreedkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1611.html?thread=7917643#cmt7917643
"I know there is this wondefully epic fill with Altair being immortal and joining Ezio's brotherhood to keep track of him.
I'd love to see something like that, only with Altair and Malik both having become immortal and watching over the brotherhood.
Can be Alt/Mal slash or friendship. You can also pair them up otherwise, I would only ask for no het pairings with Malik. Naturally, it would have to be an AU concerning every game canon post-Brotherhood (includig Secret Crusade).
Bonus points for: - People underestimating Malik constantly and BAMF Malik - Interaction with La Volpe, Macchiavelli, Leonardo and the other important NPCs and/or the Assassin recruits - Leonardo figuring out who Altair and Malik are"
I'm going to be filling this in a series of prompts. Honestly really wanted to make this a slice of life fic, but the plot bunnies just...GAH. However, there will probably be a lot prompts that will have nothing to do with the plot, and that's where the slice of life with be.
-- 1. Introduction
There were times when people regret choices made by themselves or others. To Malik, Altair was a very bad choice. The man had no limits in which he would do to save the brotherhood. Which apparently includes turning them both immortal.
It was too bad at first, but after centuries of not aging, Malik grew tired, restless. The nightmares began. Most of the time, he couldn’t remember them, but just knew that they left him sweating with ice in his veins as he shook with terror. Altair didn’t help much, the man was too busy watching over the brotherhood to even notice Malik.
The dreams he did remembered usually happened. He saw how Marco Polo had found Altair’s codices and taken them elsewhere. He saw that they would follow him. He saw technology being invented before it’s time. He saw death, death that came with rats and large swollen skins. He saw how powerful the Christians and their religion would get. He saw the near end of the world and how there was only one man who could stop it.
It the midst of the horrors that will be put upon this world, he saw the Renaissance. An enlightenment age, full of art and research. For a while, the dreams stop as if to give him a break to just enjoy life. Even Altair seemed to have changed with the period. Everyone seemed happier, brighter.
However, in the middle of all that was a man. A man Malik knew they had to protect, he just didn’t realize how difficult it would be.
-- 2. Complicated
“Altair!” Malik ran up the stairs to the grandmaster’s desk, a panicked look across his face.
The man looked up, stilling the movements of his pen as Malik bent over to catch his breath. He merely stared, waiting for Malik to speak again.
“We must leave.” Gasping out, Malik stared determinedly at Altair as his breath evened.
“...What?” The man furrowed his eyebrows, confusion evident on his face.
“That man! He needs us, he’s not going to make it if we don’t help. We don’t have much time!” Malik looks down, mumbling to himself. “Italy is at least a month or two away. His family will be dead by 3...”
“Malik! Slow down, I don’t understand what you’re saying.” The grandmaster drops his pen, grabbing his friend’s shoulders and shaking them.
“We have to leave!” The panicked look returned, seeming even stronger this time.
“Why?” Altair soothes out calmly, rubbing the shoulders gently in his grip.
“It’s...It’s complicated, but please just trust me on this.” He pleaded, hand gripping the grandmaster’s robe.
Altair sighed, releasing the hold and walking around the desk to hold Malik in a hug. “Alright. We will leave if that is what you wish.” He takes a deep breath, a hand stroking Malik’s hair and holding his head to his chest.
Finally, Malik smiles, expression calming as he also breathes in deeply. “Thank you, Altair.”
-- 3. Making History
The rooftops of Florence were free of archers during this time. Everything was in order and the city was safe enough that only a handful of guards patrolled the streets. It was a wonderful time to be here. Courtesans flitted every corner, flirting with and seducing men. Thieves camped out on the roofs and mercenaries laid in the streets, talking amongst themselves.
Young men were meeting with their love, as her father tried to protect her to no avail. People filled the bustling streets with talk and rumors. Shops yelled out prices, inviting customers to buy.
The city was as much alive as Malik felt. He lifted his arm up, feeling the breeze through his robes. Altair sat beside him, smirking knowingly at Malik. They would need to get new robes and clothes soon to blend into the crowd. But for now, Malik would like to have the pleasure of the calm winds as he stood on top of the roofs.
A boy, no older than eighteen, stared up at them in wonder, his brown hair swaying around his face with the wind.
“Ezio! We are going to be late!” He turned towards the voice, face breaking out into a grin as he rushed off down the street.
Malik smiled, relieved that they had found their mark so soon. He turned towards Altair, and settled down beside him. The assassin wraps an arm around him, holding him close.
“Let’s make history together, Malik” Altair laughs, watching the oblivious city below.
“Yes, I’m sure this will be remembered in times to come. Let us enjoy it.”
-- The fluff is rotting my teeth, but I can't help it. I'm such a sucker for AltMal fluff...OTL
Moments in Time (1-3)
"I know there is this wondefully epic fill with Altair being immortal and joining Ezio's brotherhood to keep track of him.
I'd love to see something like that, only with Altair and Malik both having become immortal and watching over the brotherhood.
Can be Alt/Mal slash or friendship. You can also pair them up otherwise, I would only ask for no het pairings with Malik.
Naturally, it would have to be an AU concerning every game canon post-Brotherhood (includig Secret Crusade).
Bonus points for:
- People underestimating Malik constantly and BAMF Malik
- Interaction with La Volpe, Macchiavelli, Leonardo and the other important NPCs and/or the Assassin recruits
- Leonardo figuring out who Altair and Malik are"
I'm going to be filling this in a series of prompts. Honestly really wanted to make this a slice of life fic, but the plot bunnies just...GAH. However, there will probably be a lot prompts that will have nothing to do with the plot, and that's where the slice of life with be.
--
1. Introduction
There were times when people regret choices made by themselves or others. To Malik, Altair was a very bad choice. The man had no limits in which he would do to save the brotherhood. Which apparently includes turning them both immortal.
It was too bad at first, but after centuries of not aging, Malik grew tired, restless. The nightmares began. Most of the time, he couldn’t remember them, but just knew that they left him sweating with ice in his veins as he shook with terror. Altair didn’t help much, the man was too busy watching over the brotherhood to even notice Malik.
The dreams he did remembered usually happened. He saw how Marco Polo had found Altair’s codices and taken them elsewhere. He saw that they would follow him. He saw technology being invented before it’s time. He saw death, death that came with rats and large swollen skins. He saw how powerful the Christians and their religion would get. He saw the near end of the world and how there was only one man who could stop it.
It the midst of the horrors that will be put upon this world, he saw the Renaissance. An enlightenment age, full of art and research. For a while, the dreams stop as if to give him a break to just enjoy life. Even Altair seemed to have changed with the period. Everyone seemed happier, brighter.
However, in the middle of all that was a man. A man Malik knew they had to protect, he just didn’t realize how difficult it would be.
--
2. Complicated
“Altair!” Malik ran up the stairs to the grandmaster’s desk, a panicked look across his face.
The man looked up, stilling the movements of his pen as Malik bent over to catch his breath. He merely stared, waiting for Malik to speak again.
“We must leave.” Gasping out, Malik stared determinedly at Altair as his breath evened.
“...What?” The man furrowed his eyebrows, confusion evident on his face.
“That man! He needs us, he’s not going to make it if we don’t help. We don’t have much time!” Malik looks down, mumbling to himself. “Italy is at least a month or two away. His family will be dead by 3...”
“Malik! Slow down, I don’t understand what you’re saying.” The grandmaster drops his pen, grabbing his friend’s shoulders and shaking them.
“We have to leave!” The panicked look returned, seeming even stronger this time.
“Why?” Altair soothes out calmly, rubbing the shoulders gently in his grip.
“It’s...It’s complicated, but please just trust me on this.” He pleaded, hand gripping the grandmaster’s robe.
Altair sighed, releasing the hold and walking around the desk to hold Malik in a hug. “Alright. We will leave if that is what you wish.” He takes a deep breath, a hand stroking Malik’s hair and holding his head to his chest.
Finally, Malik smiles, expression calming as he also breathes in deeply. “Thank you, Altair.”
--
3. Making History
The rooftops of Florence were free of archers during this time. Everything was in order and the city was safe enough that only a handful of guards patrolled the streets. It was a wonderful time to be here. Courtesans flitted every corner, flirting with and seducing men. Thieves camped out on the roofs and mercenaries laid in the streets, talking amongst themselves.
Young men were meeting with their love, as her father tried to protect her to no avail. People filled the bustling streets with talk and rumors. Shops yelled out prices, inviting customers to buy.
The city was as much alive as Malik felt. He lifted his arm up, feeling the breeze through his robes. Altair sat beside him, smirking knowingly at Malik. They would need to get new robes and clothes soon to blend into the crowd. But for now, Malik would like to have the pleasure of the calm winds as he stood on top of the roofs.
A boy, no older than eighteen, stared up at them in wonder, his brown hair swaying around his face with the wind.
“Ezio! We are going to be late!” He turned towards the voice, face breaking out into a grin as he rushed off down the street.
Malik smiled, relieved that they had found their mark so soon. He turned towards Altair, and settled down beside him. The assassin wraps an arm around him, holding him close.
“Let’s make history together, Malik” Altair laughs, watching the oblivious city below.
“Yes, I’m sure this will be remembered in times to come. Let us enjoy it.”
--
The fluff is rotting my teeth, but I can't help it. I'm such a sucker for AltMal fluff...OTL