Altaïr x Male!Reader

Dreams That Loom

"What even was that?"

"I've never had a dream like that."

"Surely I don't feel attraction to him, do I?"

"No! That would be wrong!"

"But then why..."

You paced nervously from one end of the room to the other. You had no idea what that was. It was a dream, for sure, but.... In the past you've heard people say that dreams reflect who you are, truly, inside. So why in the world would you have a vivid dream about getting intimate with your mentor, Altaïr? Sure you had an underlying respect for him. But never would you think about.. kissing him.

You ran your fingers through your hair. Much like your bed it was also lightly coated in a cold sweat. Suddenly, a soft knocking came at your door. Dear God, it wasn't who you thought it was, was it? 'How would Altaïr know to be here, at this VERY moment?' You reminded yourself. Cautiously walking over to the door, you opened it up, just a crack, only to be met with Kadar's bright, baby blue eyes. He smiled reassuringly. Releasing a breath, you opened the door the rest of the way to looking at him properly.

"Hey, I heard yelling from my room, are you ok?"

"Hello, Kadar. Yes, I am fine. I should explain, heh. When I'm sleeping, I sometimes talk out loud and sometimes I start yelling, too. I am sorry if I woke you."

"Oh, no. I was awake already. I just wanted to make sure you were ok. Was it a bad dream?" You nodded, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Yeah, something like that. Listen, thank you for asking but I'm fine. I'm going to try and get some more sleep before tomorrow morning. You know how Altaïr is." Kadar bowed his head as a 'goodbye'.

"Safety and peace on you, brother."

"Safety and peace." You replied before closing the door and waited until you could no longer hear Kadar's footsteps. Sighing, you placed your back against the door, sliding down until you were sitting against the floor, knees brought up to your chest. How were you going to face Altaïr now? Maybe you should tell him about the dream? No, he would only laugh at that. Or make an arrogant remark stating even men fell for him. Damn him.

You slammed your fist against the ground. Such an idiot, you were. How did this even happen? Dropping your head, refusing to think about anything except sleep, you slowly crawled to your bed and wrapped yourself in the comforting sheets and pillows. Soon, you drifted off to an uneasy, dreamless slumber.

* * *

"Rise and shine, novice!" The feeling of a pillow crashing against your face startled you into waking up. Instinctively, you fought off whatever was attacking you which, in turn, caused you to fall over the side of your bed due to your legs getting hopelessly tangled in the thin, white sheets. Someone was laughing. A nice, deep and happy laugh. Propping yourself up with your arms, looking over the bed, was Malik, who was having trouble breathing from what just occurred.

"Oh, screw you!" You growled. He only laughed harder before calming himself with a few deep breaths.

"I am sorry. I did not expect you to fall over like that." Malik apologized, raising his hands up in a surrendering gesture, still giggling. You rolled your eyes, untangling your legs then standing up.

"Why are you even here?" You asked.

"Kadar insisted on inviting you and your friend, Nada, to eat breakfast with us. How could I object? Kadar doesn't have many friends, so it's good to see he is really getting along with someone." Malik explained. You smiled at him.