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It was another cold sleepless night for the samurai. Despite your body being the only thing warming him through the cold wind, his skin was ice cold to the touch. He wonders why and how you could cuddle up to him despite the vast difference in temperature.
Maybe he ought to close the windows in the room you share. The moon and wind peers through, it leaves his body yearning for more of your warmth although you're already clinging onto him like a koala bear.
He tries his best to unlatch your hands from his chest, the familiar body warmth of yours missing makes him feel like he's walking around without his drawers. Your light snoring came to a halt yet your eyes were closed, like as if you'd woken up from the movements.
Your significant other Jin still gets up from the shared bed, the squeaking wooden floors beneath him betraying the samurai's wishes they were quiet. Nevertheless, he closes the window. The sound of the rustling leaves and the grasshoppers music outside are now muffled.
Jin sits down silently next to your sleeping figure and pushes the stray hairs off of your face. "Not sleepy?" Your voice barely above a whisper, you were truly really tired the day before.
"I'll be more quiet, sorry." He caresses your face in hopes of coaxing you to sleep, which almost works. Your eyes were still closed holding onto his hand on your cheek, nuzzling into it. "Shut up and go to sleep." You muttered smiling into his hand, inhaling his scent which stunk like a natural air diffuser.
Jin stays silent, stifling a laugh and lays back down next to you. He wraps his arms around you again, and pulls you into the same position you were before he got up to close the window.
Your hands were on his chest, and your head nestled into his neck like as if Jin Sakai was the only source of warmth left on Earth.
more about acting as a weighted blanket for frank? what if you asked him to be you're weighted blanket? i feel like he'd be indecisive about it
Ok yes, he'd majorly hesitate like "On top of you?! Nah nah sweetheart, I'm too big for that. Crush your bones doin't that." But if you really begged him because it would be so soothing, he'd compromise with draping a few limbs on top of you -- a thick arm and a heavy leg-- sinking you deep into the mattress. You hated to admit he was right-- the whole of him would have crushed you.
But the thing about Frank is that he secretly loves putting his head in your lap even though he never lets himself do it. He'd have to be in such bad shape with an injury or illness to let himself indulge in being babied like that but once he did, he wasn't moving. You could see he was exhausted and struggling and all you had to do was gently guide his shoulders down then cup his cheek gently and lay it in your lap. He'd groan in pleasure and you could feel the way his whole body eased once the weight of his head was in your lap. His huge head would press on your thighs and you'd get a perfect view of his profile carved out of stone by the gods.
"Just for a minute doll," he'd murmur, his eyelids already drooping at the sheer bliss of it. You'd start to drag your fingernails through his thick mane of hair, giving his scalp a delicious scratch and he'd groan again-- the type you usually only hear in the bedroom.
"You keep doin' that and I'm gonna fall asleep sweetheart," he mumbles, his words a little lazy.
"Yeah that's the point big guy," you tease him, keeping your tone soft so he'd doze off.
"mffmm," he'd mumble in reply and you'd watch his eyes close and stay that way. His breathing would grow slower -- big hulking breaths that lifted and lowered his shoulder in your lap. Frank's leg would twitch as he slipped into a deeper sleep and he'd finally let our one deep exhale when he was firmly asleep.
You'd tug the blanket over his body as best you could and enjoy the heavy weight of him in your lap -- relishing in being his comfort for once though he'd argue with you later for letting him sleep all afternoon.
I'm so glad Daredevil is tackling how Punisher has become an unwitting icon to corrupt cops. Very glad they have the guts to do this story because it REALLY needs to be told, can't wait to see Frank end them all
He never hated you but it came across that way given the intensity of his nature. You and he had both been novices within the Brotherhood, always paired together given how you both butted heads.
Was he drawn to you? Jealous of you? No matter. That cocky, over-confident nature of yours was grating, even if you were just as good or not better than him. All through the countless nights, Malik lost count of how many times Altair begged for a change in dynamics.
Why them? They're so infuriating, headstrong, and running into dangers against the Templars.
Hhmmm, I wander why they infuriate you.
In attempt of good faith, you wished him luck before the Leap of Faith and initiation. "Not bad for a novice." Though Altair arrogantly rebuffed it, there was a pang of guilt as he saw the slight crestfallen look on your face.
It wasn't until that night that it hit him completely. The guilt, the intensity, all of it. As much as he wanted to tell you, even just talk to you about anything else, he could see you in your rooms from his window. Looking out to the night sky forlornly, steeling yourself for what mattered most in your life if love wasn't meant for it.
The basic courtesies you extended to him as an Assassin weren't enough as the years went by. Thoughts of you wandered through Altair's mind, wondering what could have been or could there possibilities with you.
He got his answer on the day you were injured. A faux rescue mission organized by the Templars, yet you were the one left standing but just barely. Luckily, a fellow Assassin had found you and rushed back with you in tow.
Once Altair had heard the news, none dared to get in his way as he stormed to the chambers where others treated your scathing wounds and bruises. Refusing to leave your side, he kept vigilance for whatever you needed or wanted, barking orders left and right.
Malik could hear the panic in his friend's voice, a hand placed over his shoulder in comfort. They need you to be strong for them now.
When you awoke one morning, you could see his exhausted form slumped over in the corner. Your whimpers of pain awoke him, rushing to your side to help you sit up. "You were out for a few days. I'll find some water-." You pulled his hand towards you in an attempt to plea. "Later, but for now, just stay. Please."
He crawled to your side, basking in the moment of you being here. He didn't want to dwell on the possibility of what could have happened. The pause grew longer before you heard Altair's voice break through. "I thought I was going to lose you. Before I could-. I wanted to tell you-."
You nodded briefly as you reached down to reassuringly squeeze his hand. "I know. And to be honest, I thought I was going to lose you too when one threatened by name..." Altair's head nudged against yours. You felt a bit of wetness on your forehead followed by a quietly low "I love you..."
Looking up at him, you smiled weakly as you whispered it back to him. Your confession was met with the sweetest kiss, a harmonious relief from the ordeal you just suffered. It made you feel alive, and you knew that from here on out, things would be different between you two for the better.
- You: The mission was simple. Splitting up you would take care of the lieutenant and him the captain. Meeting at the rendezvous point you waited anxiously for his arrival. When he finally climbed up you sighed in relief. He asked if you succeeded. But before you could get a word out you saw the guard pulling back the bow. Panicked and desperate, you pushed Altair to the ground and laid atop him before it could hit. He looked at you in question then to the side, while your focus remained on his; he rolled over, atop you and threw a throwing knife at him. You were in a daze and a blushing mess as it happened all at once. Standing up he forcefully pulled you up and along with him as you both headed towards the Bureau. Arriving without anymore witnesses he turned around and lectured you for spacing off. Not paying attention you started to understand why you felt so panicked when it came to him and your lack of focus. Even when furious at you you couldnāt help but be consumed into those amber eyes as your heart beat faster at your proximity to him.
- Him: After becoming the new mentor he could never understand why he was so inclined in having you help him rather than attend missions by yourself. It was only when you helped him with his paperwork much to your dismay in wanting more missions did he stare at you in wonder. As he watched you focused in on your work he found himself drawn to you and wanting to say something, anything. He started to realize the possibility of his feelings as he hasnāt felt them in such a long time till you came into his life. Thatās when it all changed and he wants nothing more than to keep you at his side.
Ezio
- You: You joined in on his mission by being displayed as a couple to gain information. Despite your protests and dislike of dancing he pulled you to the dance floor. You were anxious never the best at dancing, seeing this his thumb rubbed circles along your back reassuring, he said to keep your eyes on him and nothing else. You did exactly as he said and found his slow and easy pace helping you adjust and eventually it almost seemed as if everything around you disappeared leaving only you and him to exist. As you continued to dance keeping your eyes locked on him you found yourself blushing and realizing those feelings you thought you left behind once were real and true even to this day.
- Him: It was after a dangerous mission when you helped Ezioās injured body onto the bed. Soaked in his blood you panicked about the amount he lost and refused to leave his side despite the doctor ushering you out. For weeks you cared for him through his fevers and pain. Even when he awoke at last you helped feed him, change his bandages and regain his strength. Being his greatest strength against it all. It was only when Caterina made an appearance did he hear your angry voice. Sitting up wincing at the pain in his side he slowly got up and shuffled his way to the hallway. He watched as you yelled at Caterina about the way she has treated him and the fact she never once came to visit him, care for him like she did in his weakest moments. Caterina gave a horrified yet angry expression, turning her heel and walking away. As he attempted to move back to his room did he hear you rush towards him to help. He stared as you fussed over him and apologized for disturbing his rest. But in his mind he started to wonder, hope and question himself. All this time he has followed and vyed for another womanās attention and left with many lonely nights and heartbreaks. With none more caring and attentive as the support you have given him today. He realized how blind he was before and now hoped to return those actions with his own and that maybe just maybe he would finally have someone to love.
Connor
- You: You were taking your time exploring the forest and most importantly practicing your climbing skills. But after a few hours of not returning home did Connor come looking for you. Startled by his voice you misstepped and found yourself caught in his arms. You blushed at the close proximity, sheepishly looked at him. Slowly he let you out of his arms and headed home in complete silence. It was then you started to realize the reasoning behind your feelings and actions as of late.
- Him: You joined Connor on his sea explorations. As he took command of his ship he looked down admiring the way the wind blew through your beautiful tresses. He saw the wonder in your eyes and the smile plastered on your face. Lost in thought he soon heeded what everyone has told him, the very love he had for you.
Arno
- You: Completing a mission rarely goes as planned. So when you find yourself being chased, pulled into a small hiding spot and pressed against Arno does the atmosphere change. You lean your head against his shoulder, breathing him in as his arms encircle your waist, keeping a watchful gaze out for danger. In that very moment you find your heart stuttering with a longing for him is when you knew you fell deep.
- Him: Getting rejected by Elise was one of the most painful experiences aside from losing you as a friend. Drinking away his sorrows in the memorable place of Versailles, until when he encountered you. Slowly he found himself taken care of by the very person he used to call friend. But it was only now that he started to realize all the longing heās held deep within his heart was not for her but you.
Summary: Years ago, a misunderstanding and family conflict drove you and your best friend and childhood sweetheart apart. Now years later, you have the chance to return home to see if you can find peace and understanding with the one whom you treasured most.
Returning to Masyaf after many years, you wondered if it had changed any. You had always known it to be a small village tucked away from the rest of the world, known only to those who were born there and those who came seeking to be a part of something very few would ever know about.
Thinking back to those early years, you thought of helping your family with chores. You thought of all the celebrations over the years. You thought of the massive citadel that was home to a group that many in the village had ties to. Your family was one of the few that didnt.
That citadel held different memories for you than most. For some it was a place to train and rest when not away. For you, it was a place of sanctuary, especially the garden behind the citadel. So much time was spent there with your best friend, that was when he wasn't training or off on a mission. It was often said that you spent more time at the Citadel than you did at home.
Being his best friend, the friend of the one who was being groomed to take the Mentorās place one day meant that you learned a lot from him, especially things that most young women wouldn't learn. He showed you how to use a knife for far more than you would normally have used for. He showed you how to break loose should someone accost you. He would also bring you back gifts from all the cities he visited, telling you all sorts of stories. You learned much from him, and for him, you were a bit of normalcy in a life that was far from normal.
As the two of you got older, your time together became more secretive, more intimate. So much so that you would have to sneak away to see him. While many in Masyaf approved of the idea of the two of you being together, your family did not. Especially not your father who felt that you being tied to the Order through marriage would bring you nothing but heartache and he frequently said as such, resulting in numerous arguments.
You hoped that in time your father would see that your best friend was worthy of you. But he seemed determined to not recognize it. Your mother tried to assure you that your father only wanted what was best for you, but you had a difficult time believing her. It was becoming very hard to honor them as well as to be at his side.And soon enough, you knew you might have to make a choice.
It got to you so much that one day the two of you had a heated discussion about it one evening after he finished his training. It was so horrible, the two of you trading cross words with each other. The fight seemed to go on forever, until you ended it by storming off, vowing not to speak to him again until he apologized.
Several days passed before you saw him again. He was leaving for a week or so to tend to business for the Brotherhood. In times past, you would see him off at the gate, but this time you didnt. You watched from the yard while he and several others made their way out. Despite the argument the two of you had, you wanted to go to him and wish him well. You hoped he would look back at you at the very least. But he didnt, he seemed determined to not to look at you ever again.
The first few days of his absence, he was all you could think about. You thought back to all the wonderful hours you spent with him. You also thought about the argument, and everytime you did, you would burst into tears, thinking that if he didnt come back, the last words to him would forever be angry ones. You resolved to speak with him when he returned in the hopes of mending things.
But you would not get the chance. Five days after he left, you awoke to your family packing up their belongings and them ordering you to pack up yours as well. You begged and pleaded not to because you had not had the chance to apologize to him and you didnt want to leave without making things right.Ā
Pleading did nothing in the end and with a soul crushing sadness,you packed your things and left Masyaf behind,thinking you would never see it or him again.You had cried for days afterwards, vowing not to forgive them. Even now,you still had trouble looking them in the eyes for taking you away like they had. They swore up and down it was for the best. You would not see it that way.
For years you wondered what became of the man you had fallen in love with. Everytime you ventured out and saw what you thought was a familiar set of white robes, or what looked like them, you hoped it was him who would come to rescue you. But he never did. It seemed as if he had forgotten about you.
You tried to forget about him, but you never could.That ache of being ripped away from him without being able to make things right ate away at you. You spent years hoping that one day you would get your chance to return to Masyaf and perhaps see what had become of the man you loved.
Ā When you finally got the chance, you left during the night, slipping past the city guards with a small bundle. You only knew of one objective as you mounted a horse you had selected earlier, you wouldn't return until you found the answers to your questions. It would be a very long journey to Masyaf and you were not going to return until you had answers
After dismounting from your horse, you led it to the troughs near the gate so that it might partake of some water and grain and where it would find much needed rest. With a gentle pat, you walked through the gate and stopped to take in the sight of Masyaf.Ā
Everything was as you remembered it. All the homes that you were so familiar with as a child had remained as they were. The same families that you broke bread with often still occupied those homes. Many recognized you and called out greetings. Some rushed over to you, curious to know what brought you back after all this time.
After speaking to them, you made the short walk over to the home you grew up in,which you discovered was now the home of your cousin Fatima and her family. To your surprise, she remembered you well and greeted you warmly, quickly introducing you to her family and setting about making a wonderful meal for everyone.
After the meal was finished you asked Fatima carefully āSo, what all has changed since I left? It all looks the same as before. I can imagine Al-Mualim is still running the citadel.ā
āMuch has changed since you left,.ā Fatima said, her voice a bit cryptic.``Al-Mualim passed on a few years ago, so the mantle is now worn by another.ā
āSo who has taken on the mantle now?ā
āGo up to the fortress and you will see.ā She nodded, a knowing look on her face. That look gave you hope that perhaps he was still there. Watching you leave gave Fatima pause. Though she was younger than you, she still recalled the day you and your family left and the reasons why. She recalled the guilt her parents expressed over what happened years ago and she hoped that you would find peace of mind
Walking along the familiar path towards the Citadel though things did look the same, something felt different, though you couldn't quite place it. Ahead of you, you could hear the sounds of yelling,making you wonder what you were walking into.
Upon reaching the entryway, you saw the same familiar guards standing watch. With a cursory nod, you moved past them and entered the courtyard. It was there you saw the cause of the yelling, a multitude of novices were practicing. Some were practicing throwing blades. Others were practicing fighting one on one. From what you could see, to your disappointment, Altair wasn't among them.
It wasn't unusual for someone from the village below to come up to the citadel, so no one thought anything of it to see you make your way to the open door. Some knew who you were, some didnt.Those who did know you, knew there was only one reason you would be there at all after all this time.
Though you knew Al-Mualim was gone, a small part of you still expected to see him behind the desk tending to his papers as before. For as long as you or most could remember, he had always been there,in his familiar black robes that only he wore.
But he wasn't there. But someone else was. Someone was standing behind the desk, facing out towards the garden. They were tall,broad shouldered with closely cropped dark hair, with the familiar white and red trimmed robes of a Master Assassin.
You observed the manās posture. He was standing straight, his arms appearing to be crossed. He said nothing, as if he hadn't heard you walk through the entryway. As you got closer to him, your footsteps barely making any sounds, you saw that the man's build was familiar to you,very familiar in fact. Your heart skipped a beat, you silently wondered what would be the best way to greet him.
Just before you reached the desk, the man suddenly turned to face you. Looking at him closely as his face came into view, you saw the solemn expression, his eyes were facing down, as if he had been contemplating something most troubling.Ā It was a handsome face, angular, almost as it had been carved into stone. It was a face you hadn't seen in years and wondered if you would ever see it again.Ā
As his eyes glanced up to meet yours, the manās eyes went wide, his arms dropped to his sides. Quickly he moved, eager to make sure he wasn't imagining things.
ā(Y/N?!)ā He spoke in a low voice filled with awe as he walked around the desk and towards you. The man lifted his hands up, cupping your face in them, still marveling at who was in front of him. "You've really returned?"
Stunned that he not only remembered you, but was also glad to see you, your eyes began to sparkle with tears ,you could only stammer out the words "Yes, Altair, I've returned."
Altair quickly wrapped his arms around you and brought you in for a tight embrace. He buried his face in your neck and shoulders, wanting to breathe you in. Much like you, he had never forgotten all the years of friendship and love between the two of you
The two of you held onto each other tightly, afraid to let each other go.Ā
āI thought Iād never see you again.ā He whispered gently, his voice cracking slightly, still holding you. āI looked everywhere I could.ā
Hearing that he had in fact looked for you made you start to cry a bit more. Altair noticed this and broke the embrace, bringing his hand up to wipe the tears away from your eyes. You couldn't help but kiss the palm of his hand as he wiped them away.Altair brought his lips to your forehead, gave you a gentle kiss and pulled you into his arms again.
After a few more moments of holding you, Altair let you go just enough to lead you out into the garden. Looking around, you saw that it was much the same as it was years ago. He led you to a small sitting area where the two of you could enjoy a bit of privacy.
Altair kept your hands in his. He was eager to know what had become of you and most of all, why had you come back to Masyaf.Ā
āTell me everything.ā He pleaded, āI must know what happened.ā
So you did. You told him of that horrid day many years ago. You told him of all that had happened since that day.
Altair kept his temper in check as he listened to your tale. He remembered returning to the village a week after you had been taken away. He had questioned everyone in the village, while they knew your father didnt like you with Altair, they had no knowledge of his plans to take you away.
Altair remembered the last time he saw you, watching him as he left for another mission. He had hoped you would see him off as you normally did. When you didnt come to see him off, it tore him up inside. He knew he shouldn't leave without saying something to you, but he didnt trust himself to not make things worse.
But even so, it didnt stop him from looking for you.He had looked for you for a very long time. When he couldn't find you, he had begun to assume the worst. Perhaps you were finished with him and didn't wish to see him again.He nearly drove himself mad wondering what became of you and found that he could only hope to find out what really happened one day.Ā
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By the time evening fell, it was all out in the open. The two of you had laid bare so much. You were both emotionally and mentally exhausted but it was a huge relief to let it all go. The two of you finally had the answers you were seeking. Now perhaps, something more important could occur.
Seeing you were tired and in need of physical comfort, Altair took you in his arms and pulled you back with him against the cushions. You welcomed the gesture greatly, closing your eyes as you nestled your head under his chin. Altair gently kissed your forehead and held you tightly, never wanting to let go of you ever again.
With how late it now was, he assumed you would at least stay overnight,but what were your plans for the next day? The day after that? Was this the last time he would ever see you again?
āWhat will you do now?ā He asked, not bothering to conceal the fear that was rising in him.
āI came here, thinking I wouldn't return to my family till I had my answers and now I do. I can return to them.ā
āDo you wish to?āĀ
That was an easy answer. Sure you could go back to your family, but you had no desire to. You were still beyond angry with them over what they had done and there was no telling if you could let go of it.Ā
āNo. In fact, if it's alright with you, Iād like to stay a bit longer.ā
āHow much longer?āĀ
āUntil we make up for all the lost time.ā
Altair smiled gently at that thought, holding you a bit closer to him.
āWe lost years.ā
āAnd I don't wish to lose more.ā You said, holding him tightly in return.
āA new start for the both of us.ā He murmured kissing your forehead again, content for the first time in a long time.
You remained in his arms the rest of the night, sleeping the most peaceful night of sleep since before you left Masyaf. The journey to get to where you were now hadn't been an easy one, but now a new one could start and it would be one in which you wouldn't be alone anymore.
Summary: Altair grapples with an unresolved element of your relationship.
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writing prompts - āBet I can beat you to itā + A reunion with a party + āWait a minute, are you jealous?ā + A kiss so long they share each otherās breath + Spooning + passionate kisses + Hiding face in otherās neck
He had challenged you to a dare that you couldnāt resist. Racing to the nearest tower, and whoever the victor, was exempt from the new trainee mentoring. You were winded but spurred on by the adrenaline of Altairās chase.
Although, you heard a brief call to you. The voice sounded familiar enough from your life, once upon a time before.
āIs that you?ā
You turned in the direction of the voice. William, a face you thought you would never see again. The shock of seeing a dearly beloved friend from your childhood compelled you to just embrace him again.
Lost in conversation of his travels that unbeknownst to you, Altair had retraced the path you had taken. Just at the moment when William
The soured look on his face lingered for the remainder of the day as his golden eyes brimmed with his emotions.
Later that night, you had still noticed that Altair had been distant. You, Malik, Maria and the boys had retreated to sleep for the night but his absence was felt. Awakened by the empty space he occupied, you peeled your eyes open.
Standing near the edge of the window, the Master Assassin overlooked the high moon shining down on Masyaf.
He could hear you stir awake before making your way over to him. āWho was he? That man who you were speaking to?ā
You breathed a deep sigh of relief. Finally, something from an answer!
So you were jealous. Is what your mind initially came to, but you knew it wasnāt the time or place for such a quip right now.
āHe was someone from my pastā¦Maria isnāt the only who had a life from before.ā
Altair quickly turned around to face you. Knowing concern was etched on his face, and those golden eyes drew you in more. You reached out for his hands, finding comfort in the callouses that were always gentle with you.
āWe were arranged to be married when we came of age, but settled on forging our own path. I needed a new scene for life, as did he. We needed our freedom, lest we condemn ourselves to a slow death in gilded cages.ā
You paused for a moment before pulling yourself closer into his arms.
āAnd it was the greatest gift he could have given me because I found you. I found you all and got a chance to live for myself.ā
It was instantaneous that he let down the insecure guard. A hand cupped around the back of where your head and neck met. The soft sigh in his kisses left you renewed with a sense of clarity and relief. Of course there would be no one except him, and you would always choose Altair first given the choice.
When you both pulled back for air, a small murmur of āBabaā¦ā from Sef alerted you both to return back to bed.
You drifted off to sleep, a hand reaching out to comfort Sef and Altairās arm protectively wrapped around you both. You felt at peace as your eyes grew heavy. The last thing you remembered was Altair burying himself in the crook of your neck with a final kiss.
A/N: so a while back, Anon asked about this cuddles headcanons, and I loved itā¦so I wanted to do one for the Family Treeā¢ļø + the Brotherhoodās Founder
Tagging fellow fans @ladysaturnsdust @wyyvernn
Altair
He was half awake as you slept the night away. If you woke, he wanted to say ādonāt think too much of itā, but deep down the Master Assassin canāt help it. Arms wrap around you because he wants to keep you safe, and he couldnāt bear to lose you.
Ezio
Itās pouring all of the love into a tight hug. Heās lost too much, loves too hard, and now youāre here! And he adores you immensely! Call it selfish of the remaining Auditore son, but his love for you is rooted firmly, and sometimes he wishes he could just hold you freely.
Edward
Even as the Captain of the Jackdaw, he is not impervious to his intense feelings. You slowly roused from sleep one night before being pulled back back to with a gentle sigh. You barely remember it but you could have sworn you heard a low hum soothe you back to sleep.
Haytham
Itās a cold loneliness that claws at his heart, and for the briefest moment it dwindled away. Then it returned with a dear price. So now when youāve joined his side with the Templars, he almost feels ashamed wanting you but your warm frame curling into his is almost enough to melt through that icy facade.
Connor
Youāre so small in his arms, but you fit so right in between them. Perfectly tucked between his arms and chest, he admires your peaceful features as your breath brushes against him. Thereās a lot more he wants to say, but for now heāll settle for a forehead kiss.
Desmond
The cuddles are more for him than you, as slumber as already claimed you. All the legacies of his line fall on him, and your loyalty to him has never faltered. Youāre his friend, an ally, andā¦.his love? He may not know whatās to come, but he holds you for what is right now.
Bayek
The desert night was cool and relaxing. You were a new recruit from one of the cities, and you moved quickly up the ranks. Going out for the occasional missions proves strenuous but Bayek enjoys the calm atmosphere and he really sees how relaxed you are in the night. Admiring your features as he holds you lulls the Creator of the Brotherhood back to sleep, and he dreams peacefully for once.
AltaĆÆr ā¤ļø Reader Headcanon - Sharing His Hobbies
Idea from @fancysteawberrybeard! Thank you very much! š
Most of you voted for "Random Headcanons"!
Enjoy! š
AltaĆÆr doesn't like to share his hobbies with anyone, but since you're his girlfriend, he'll be happy to show you his hobbies. š
šāāļø Parkour šŖ
He loves parkour (obliviously), even though it is one of the most important skills an assassin must know.
He just loves the feeling of freedom while freerunning like a bird.
He gladly shows you tricks that only he and a few assassins in the brotherhood can do and once he flexes to impress you.
š Reading š
AltaĆÆr is a big bookworm and likes to spend time in the library, where is quiet and full of knowledge.
Sometimes you two have your dates there
He gives you his favourite books, from adventure novels to exceptional works by famous philosophers.
He is delighted when you read him one of your favourite books.
š¼ļø Sketching & Writing āļø
Once you found his sketchbook and saw his drawings of sketches of weapons, techniques of assassination and Apple of Eden, but also of flora, animals andā¦ you.
You're surprised at how talented an artist your boyfriend is.
When AltaĆÆr finds out that you found his sketchbook, he starts blushing with embarrassment because he never showed his doodles to anyone.
Fortunately, you tell him that his drawings look amazing and that you adore them, which pleases him, and you two have been drawing together ever since.
The same situation it was also with his writing.
In addition to the Codex, he sometimes writes his pleasant reminiscences, researches and even poems.
š Birdwatching (specifically eagles) š¦
After training, your boyfriend tells you to go with him to the platforms where the Leaps of Faith are performed.
You roll your eyes, thinking it's another training session, but then you see him just sitting on the platform, which makes you wonder.
He taps on the platform for you to sit next to him.
You sit next to him and he points finger in front of you.
And finally, you know why you two are here: there is a pair of eagles nesting near Masyaf Castle, taking care of their young.
AltaĆÆr tells you that he watches these eagles from time to time, as they are his favourite animals.
He also says that the pair of eagles resembles him and you and one day you two will have a family together, which makes you blush.
Though you have just left for a mission, I still long for your presence here. I know that none could ever charge your skill or come close to the perfection of you, but I still worry. Maria and Malik say that I should not tire myself constantly over it, but if my worry ceased so would the love I hold for you. And as long as it is in my power, I could never stop carrying you in my heart.
With all the care in the world,
Your loving heart,
Altair
A/N - second one for Namor
Most cherished of my soul,
I am not as used to these devices, a tablet I believe it is called, but I am compelled to swiftly send this message to you.
Knowing that you are on a mission to change the world for the better, I could not have been more proud or honored to be yours.
Upon your return, I wish to simply retire with you. Any destination you desire for a respite, just say the word and it is yours. All though, I beg to differ than any location in this world is a paradise with you.
It was another average day under the syrian heat of the sun to the kick of sand as you fought off your opponent. After a few hours you called it a day and headed to your bedroom, closing the door and pulling off the many layers of clothing to your person. Unknown to you, Altair laid on your bed, reading, then watching as you stripped in front of him. You sighed and turned around stopping in your tracks as he raised a handsomely dark brow at your reaction. Your body finally catching up with your mind you ran towards the window curtain covering your body and sending out demands of his reason for being here. He stood up, setting the book down on the bedside and said, āItās nothing I havenāt seenā¦ā He walked towards the door and stopped; looking over his shoulder he continued, āor to be embarrassed aboutā¦. Youāre beautifulā¦ā Leaving the room with a gentle closing of the door you let out a breath you didnāt know you were holding. You didnāt if you were insulted or honored by his comment only that he sent a deep red blush that covered your body.
Ezio
You arrived back at the base to report your findings. But when Ezio saw the amount of blood covering your clothes he rushed to check you. You assured him it was not your own, he sighed in relief and offered you his room to get cleaned up in. As you finished bathing, unknowingly Ezio set a new pair of clothes by the bed when he saw your beautiful naked body climbing out of the bath with water running down those long curvy legs. Before you could even notice his presence he hid behind the dressing screen. He couldnāt help but take a few glances, worried at first; that you may have lied because of your pride. He was relieved you were unharmed as the only sight he saw were the curves, soft creamy skin and the beautiful sized breasts your body possessed. And at the moment you turned away; he quietly snuck out to get some fresh air and imagine all the things he could do to please you.
Connor
Joining Connor on a long journey you both decided to find a place to camp out for the night. While he went out to gather firewood and set up camp; you left to the river close by to wash off all the dirt and blood from your earlier encounter with red coats. Then you heard a movement in the bushes, scaring you you let out a scream. Meanwhile when Connor heard your scream he dropped the pieces of wood and he towards the river, looking around he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of your bare naked body before him. When you turned around at the sound of shuffling feet, you attempted to cover yourself up. Both a blushing mess he turned away from you. āWhat happened?ā āA-a animal in the bushesā¦ Itās gone now you can goā¦ā He nodded and left silently. For the rest of the evening you both were put in awkward silence at the occurrence that happened earlier.
Arno
Being best friends with Arno provided a sanctuary of safety. So when you got injured on a mission he immediately requested a doctor to the cage and refused to leave your side till you were completely healed. He only left after you persuaded him to go on the mission the council is asking for. When he was finally gone on a mission you slowly got out of bed and attempted to start undressing for a bath. Unfortunately, he arrived home early and inquired your reason for walking about. You insisted your need for a bath and when it didnāt look like heād win he sighed and offered to help. Despite being close and him not knowing your feelings; didnāt stop you from being self-conscious. But you appreciated when he tried not to stare and when he removed your clothes and helped you into the bath. Later he came back with fresh clothes and a towel. Drying your legs he accidentally looked up when you spoke to him; leaving you only to embarrass you more and almost tripping when you attempted to grab the towel, he handed it to you and looked away blushing. āYouāre beautifulā¦ā in return you blushed and shyly replied, āMaybe I should finish this myselfā¦ā he nodded and walked out the door. It was something you both tried not to talk about afterwards.
exile | Folklore | Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr | X-men
I can see you standing, honey, with his arms around your body. Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all
Charles had ought to be happy, after all he had wanted this for Erik. No matter how much they bickered and fought, all he had ever wanted for Erik was for him to find his happiness and he had; just it was in the arms of another.
He wanted to argue and fight for his love, but in the end, what had fighting ever brought Charles? It brought pain and misery and suffering. He couldn't do that to Erik, not when he watched him smile at the crappy joke his new partner whispered.
And it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it. Holdin' all this love out here in the hall.
As much as it hurt to watch, Charles almost found the moment bittersweet. He and Erik may have moved past the disagreements but in doing so, Erik began to push Charles away, putting up the walls the telepath had spent years breaking down.
The love they had both found solace in had slowly shattered before their eyes, but neither of them had enough energy left in them to continue to fight the losing battle of each other
You're not my homeland anymore; so what am I defending now?
You were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out.
If Charles were to do it all over again, if he could love Erik all over again, he would. He would have fought longer and harder. Loving Erik was slowly killing him; but living without Erik's love left him alone. He had nowhere and no one without. He was exiled without his love.
I can see you starin', honey like he's just your understudy; like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
It didn't escape Erik's noticed how Charles stared at him and his partner. The slight glare which softened everytime Charles focussed on him. He remembered all the soft looks Charles used to give him, and he longed for that again, even though he knew it was a pipe dream.
Erik had spun Charles the way he spun his new partner the first time they danced. They were drunk in the kitchen, the radio crackling in the background but it was perfect as it was only them in that moment. There isn't anything that Erik wouldn't give to have that once again; to have Charles once again.
Second, third, and hundredth chances. balancin' on breaking branches. Those eyes add insult to injury.
But they couldn't have it again. They had tried time and time again, always forgiving and never forgetting as if it would erase the pain they caused each other. But even as the pain faded, it never truly disappeared and as time went on they became too wounded to heal
I'm not your problem anymore, so who am I offending now? You were my crown, now I'm in exile, seein' you out.
Erik turned away from Charles and focussed on his new partner. They were perfect: they were kind, forgiving and patient. There was no reason for Erik not to love them, but he couldn't, not in the way he loves loved Charles.
He knew he would never get back to the way things were, stuck forevermore as a passive spectator in Charles' life. He was burdened to watch as he moved on, leaving him behind in exile.
All this time I never learned to read your mind
Even after years of knowing him, Charles could never truly know what was running through Erik's mind. He could be thinking one thing and mean something else. But even now, as he searched his thoughts, he found himself confused at the lingering feelings Erik still held for him.
I couldn't turn things around 'cause you never gave a warning sign
Erik still watched Charles as he danced. If it wasn't his own wedding he would've followed Charles out as he left the venue, but he was powerless to watch him leave. Erik had made his choice but he only wished he had been warned that he would lose the one he wanted most.
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