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“Master Malik this is too hard.” You let your head hit the many papers that was scattered on your table. Malik rolls his eyes at you. “Stop complaining it is not that hard.” You rest your head on its side and looked up at him. Malik was trying to help teach you the history of the Assassin’s. It was actually encouraged by Altair for Malik to be your personal teacher. “Now stop complaining Novice.” Your eyes widen, then quickly narrowed. Yes you were a beginner and one of the few girls in the Creed but you were mostly treated with respect. But you hated to be called Novice. “Don’t call me N

He couldn't wait for him to get home.  Their son said his first word, and Malik wanted to see the look on his husband's face once he heard said word.  Malik believed Altair might just be surprised, upset, maybe even laugh (though he was looking more forward to the first choice).  It was hard to tell what Altair was really feeling, his expressions more so lost under the stony face he bore, but Malik was hoping to break the mask. The day passed slowly, but Malik had Saqr to occupy him as well as other assassins coming and going, as well as an odd informer here and there. He had just said goodbye to an assassin and was entertaining Saqr, making

"Why do I have to be here?!" Your friend yelled into your ear. You rolled your (e/c) eyes, shining with excitement. "Because you're my best friend and since you're my best friend, you have to come here! Besides, I paid for your expensive ticket!" You screamed back. You and your best friend were at a Nightwish concert, your favorite band. Your best friend absolutely hated them. You decided to not let your best friend's attitude to not let you down. You were, in fact, at your favorite band's concert! The concert was about to begin. You have been saving up money for this moment! You have been saving money from your job and volunteer work arou

Chapter 13 (I DO NOT OWN YUGIOH) Atem jolted awake when his arms were pulled painfully up wards, then he was tossed forward, suppressing a groan he forced his eyes open. The soft light of dozens of fires flickered in a circle around him, pushing himself up to a sitting position he found he was chained with shackles the boor dried blood stains, with a large heavy chain tethered to a thick wooden post. One glance told him there was no way he was going to be able to get out of them. “Oh it’s the king, the all mighty pharaoh, Osiris come to earth.” A mocking voice addressed him, “Oh, let me bow and kiss the ground you w

Pairing: Altair x Malik Fandom: Assassin's Creed Rating: 12+ Warnings: Angst, Yaoi Disclaimer: i own nothing... i dont make any money... they belong to their owners and creators -- It was another unforgivingly hot day in Jerusalem.  Malik however, did not dare remove his robe.  Getting heat stroke was better than staring at the ugly mass of scar tissue that was left of his left arm. The bureau leader sighed as he risked a glance at the pinned up sleeve of his robe.  He was about ready to try and find someone to settle down with, but who would want someone so… flawed?  He hardly managed to pull anyone when he did have his arm and was c

 Malik awoke in the middle of the night.  His arm, or what was left of his arm, was throbbing painfully as it did often after it had been injured.  The amputated limb was normally quite painless during the day, but during the long, cold nights of Jerusalem, pain was frequent.  And Malik was lucky to get a full night's sleep once and a while, if ever. Blinking a few times so that his eyes could adjust to the dimness, he lightly tossed his blanket off and sat up from his bed of cushions.  In the dark of his bedroom in the Bureau, the books that did not fit in his work room were piled high next to the walls while the rest of the room was decora