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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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(Anonymous) 2014-07-26 01:23 am (UTC)(link)He leaves with Malik, who has been tasked with the elimination of Garnier de Naplouse.
The assassination goes well, as do the others.
When Al Mualim tasks him with the final death, Robert de Sablé, to be accomplished at Madj Addin’s funeral, he hears his Master’s message that he should not hate his victim, but it does not reach him. De Sablé deserves his hatred as surely as he deserves to die.
He departs for Jerusalem with a lighter heart.
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Only when he goes for the killing blow does he comprehend the deception. Blinded by his desire for revenge, he didn’t let himself acknowledge the slighter stature and the unfamiliar scent, a different alpha hidden under the armor. The woman taunts him, flaunts de Sablé’s strategy. The urge to kill her rises, but she isn’t his target and so he lets her go.
He rides for Arsuf. He eliminates everyone who tries to block his path.
He ends his ride once he meets King Richard. Trying to convince him of de Sablé’s treachery turns out futile. The king won’t listen to him, especially not with the Templars’ Grand Master spitting out lies in his face. But as long as he doesn’t reveal Altaïr’s nature, he might just change his mind.
The king declares a trial by combat. Altaïr can support such a choice.
De Sablé is a powerful opponent. As much as it pains him to admit it, he might suffer better if he didn’t use the closeness the duel dictates to talk to him. “So we meet again, Assassin. It appears I was too soft on you. I expected you to understand what you needed once shown. I underestimated the power of your Order on their slaves. It was my mistake, one I won’t make again. Expect no more freedom when you’re back in my bed.”
Altaïr blocks out the jeering of the surrounding soldiers and choose to focus on the pile of their comrades’ corpses. De Sablé couldn’t have made a more obvious declaration of war. “The only bed you’ll ever lie in again will be the earth, and I won’t be sharing it with you.” Altaïr redoubles his efforts.
When it finally happens, Robert de Sablé’s death by his blade is the sweetest he’s ever brought. He’d like to reveal in it, but if Robert de Sablé didn’t lie, as unlikely as it seems, then Altaïr has other, more important worries. This must wait.
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“Who is she?”
Altaïr frowns. “Who?”
“This girl you’re drawing. It isn’t the first time I see her.”
The Apple sometimes distracts him with mirages, visions of the past or of what might have been. This little girl, strong and playful but too fair, her hair too pale, is but one of the phantoms it mirrors. He sees her something, playing with other children too young to know better under the wary glares of their parents.
“She’s no one.”
Malik scolds. “That’s why I have been finding sketches of her all over the place. Because she’s no one. Do you take me for an idiot?” He snatches the drawing, still barely an outline of her face, and stares at it. “She looks like you.”
“She doesn’t. You’re delusional.”
“And you’re defensive. She has your nose. And your lips. Maybe your ears, it’s hard to tell on this drawing.”
“She is but an illusion the Apple likes to torment me with. No one of import.”
“The Apple couldn’t torment you with someone who doesn’t matter!” Malik startles. “You have no sister, no cousin. When did you lose a child?”
“I didn’t! She never existed!”
The sheet of paper crushes under Malik’s grip. “She’s a few years old. You didn’t have someone then. I would have known. You never had. People are starting to talk, saying you should be married already, that it should be your duty to give the Brotherhood heirs. Does she have something to do with that?”
Altaïr slumps, defeated. “I’ll be honest, Malik, old friend. I have no idea.”
Malik closes on him and grasps his shoulder. “Whose child would she be?”
He could probably continue to argue with Malik, to refuse to answer and antagonise him until they both forgot what they were arguing about, but after all these years, Malik earned the truth. “Robert de Sablé.”
Malik shakes him. “Childish deflexions won’t placate me!”
Altaïr pushes him off. “It’s the truth. Ask Kadar if you do not believe me.”
That shakes Malik. He’s visibly being overwhelmed by disgust. “Why him? Literally everyone else would have been better. It’s not like you couldn’t have your pick.”
Give him strength. “I was not exactly given a choice in the matter. He took my suppressant after the mission at Solomon’s Temple.”
Malik freezes. He usually gesticulates in anger. Seeing him still is upsetting. “All this time, this happened to you and you never told me, but Kadar knew. Why?”
“Please. You did not need to know. You’re an alpha, the possibility didn’t even cross your mind. Kadar guessed the first time we met, after.”
“I… It’s been years.” Malik’s voice is bitter, as if he had a right. “Nothing I could say would change a thing.”
“So don’t say anything and let it go.”
“Like you did, hanging on to the image of a girl that never was! Even you cannot think that healthy. If you want children, marry and have some. Don’t let the Apple play you like this!”
He says it like it’s easy, like Altaïr could just go and parade himself in front of alphas and hope he catches their eyes. “You’re one to talk! I’m not the only one alone and childless.”
“I was waiting for you, you idiot! I thought you weren’t ready. I didn’t want to pressure you!”
“Like you could pressure me into anything.” It is lucky he can banter with Malik without thinking about it, because he’s the one who now can’t summon a coherent thought other than “Kadar will be insufferable for weeks, if not months”.
“Well, if you’re that sure of yourself, think about it and come back to me when you have an answer.” Malik escapes the room with all the speed of the Master Assassin he is, leaving a still completely bewildered Altaïr behind.
He can’t say he ever considered Malik seriously, but he can’t say he ever considered anyone seriously. Maybe Malik was right; he’s been too caught up in things from the past, things that wouldn’t be.
He knocks on Malik’s door a few days later. Malik pulls him inside and tries to appear calm and collected while he’s visibly steeling himself. Altaïr sees no reason to lengthen this.
“Let’s try it.”
Poor Malik didn’t expect it. “What? What are you talking about?”
“As if you didn’t know.”
He drops the act. “What, are you sure?”
“No, I only came here to tease you and leave. Of course I’m sure.”
The door slams behind Kadar. “Is is done? Are you two together now? When am I going to be an uncle?”
Altaïr starts for the door. “Malik, I’m sorry, I can’t be related to your brother. Goodbye.”
The long-suffering look really is one of Malik’s specialities. “I hate you both.”
Kadar snorts. “No one has ever believed that.”
As Malik and Kadar bickers (I hated him for years! –You wish you had hated him for years, that’s not the same thing), Altaïr figures he, speaking for himself, can’t hate anything that brought him here, in this moment.
OP Squee!!!!
(Anonymous) 2014-07-26 03:54 am (UTC)(link)ALL RIGHT! You did it! Oh man, I kinda feel bad for the aborted baby, but that woulda been hella awkward to deal with. Altair AND Malik work as a duo to get rid of the nine, which is awesome. Robert's death was sad (dont mind me, just a giant fan of Robert/Altair), but it's satisfying too. For a few seconds you had me going like, "OHO! So Maria will be his new Alpha!" But then Malik is all like, "I was waiting for you Novice!".
Which, really, gave me warm fuzzies inside. Which bursts into fits of laughter with Kadar's antics. Speaking of him, I loved his and Altair's interactions! He's just an adorable little bro who wants to help!
Thank you thank you thank you for writing a sequel!
Re: OP Squee!!!!
(Anonymous) 2014-07-26 10:32 am (UTC)(link)Kadar pretty much shoved himself into this story and did whatever he wanted. I was just along for the ride.
At this point, I’m really happy you liked it. That was pretty much a leap of faith (pun unintended).
Re: OP Squee!!!!
(Anonymous) 2014-07-26 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)Anyways, yeah, it's dark, but it makes sense and with the way Altair is in this story, I can't see a happy ending with Robert/Altair either. It'd be like....
Shit happens which makes Altair forgets to check if he's preggers, and then symptoms and baby bump come along, which makes him realize he's preggers. Then some kind of weird mental, guilty thing would hold Altair back from killing Robert or letting Malik kill him. Y'know, like, 'omg I would feel extremely bad if this baby didn't have their father growing up like I did and Malik couldn't be the replacement because scent differences' or something.
Que Altair living with Robert, who made it clear, no more freedom for him... Soooooooo Altair would be hating his life for quite a while.....
I'm glad you turned it AltMal in the end anon, it gives them a shot at happiness, and Kadar a chance to be an uncle! You executed a Leap of Faith perfectly and landed in a pile of hay! Or happy reader!anons, whichever is more squishy.
Re: OP Squee!!!!
(Anonymous) 2014-07-26 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)Yes! I didn't end up paralyzed/dead from a bad landing! Or whatever the literary equivalent would be.
How Dark We Talkin'?
(Anonymous) 2014-07-27 01:38 am (UTC)(link)But Author!Anon and OP!Anon's convo has this anon very curious..... Just how dark were you going to make it? I like dark. I LOVE dark. Are we talking mental and emotional helplessness dark? Never to know happiness again because of whatever dark?
Mmmmmmm Author!anon I love me some mental and emotional torment....... alternate au...? -puppy eyes-
Re: How Dark We Talkin'?
(Anonymous) 2014-07-27 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)Re: How Dark We Talkin'?
(Anonymous) 2014-07-28 03:57 am (UTC)(link)Re: How Dark We Talkin'?
(Anonymous) 2014-07-28 11:56 am (UTC)(link)