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Malik Al-Sayf X Injured!Reader

Fandom: Assassin's Creed

Character: Malik Al-Sayf

Author Note: Okay, I, Kaori Hamano, never play the game or watch a let's play of it. But I can't help it but read the fan fiction of it for the last few days. Most of them are Altaïr but shush, I love them both equally...ish...

So, if Malik is out of character...I'm sorry, I only write how he is in most fan fiction.

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Okay, you and Altaïr were on a mission. The mission went successfully and both of you get injured in the process of it. It's kind of your fault. Since you accidentally knocked something, you can't remember what the item was but it was loud enough to lead the guards to the room.

Altaïr and you were bumped and you went backward and you guessed it. You bumped to the item and make it fall down. In the end, you got a large gash on your arm and some minor injuries. You are definitely not looking forward what's to come. Because you knew what happened.

Stitches.

It's already sending you chills on your spine when you hear that word. Your wound doesn't help it either. (no shit Sherlock) Now, here you are sitting in the room waiting. You were shaking, sure, it wasn't your first time but the pain is still there. Malik was there to...courage and support you... Is that the same thing?

You just wish that your wound would just heal by itself but that's not how human bodies were work. If you didn't stitch it, it will get infected. The doctor came inside the room and see you holding your arm. "Okay, [Y/N] let's see what you got." You uncover your arm and let him see.

The process was the same thing. You tried to hold your screams but failed and cried. Malik was there to hold you still and saying, "after this, you will be okay." No, it won't. Once you open the cotton, it hurts and then you have to put the antiseptic but you appreciate those comforting words.

After those painful process, you went to your room and rest. You knew that Malik was going to yell at Altaïr. You say it every time and you were to blame for. And you accepted that since you were the one who makes the item fall and other items in a different mission.

Sometimes, you thought to yourself, "why are you still an assassin if you were clumsy." An assassin is not supposed to be clumsy. Your thoughts drifted away from reality and failed to realize that Malik was there.

Malik realized that you were just staring at the ceiling. "Are you okay?" He asked, you startled and replied with. "No, my arm has stitches and it hurts and the thoughts didn't help it either." Malik knew your thoughts very well. Since you were very open towards him. He knew you were clumsy since the very day you joined the Assassins.

He believed that you could get out of your clumsiness or at least be less clumsy. Even though, you don't believe you could get out. "Hey, Malik?" You said and you hear a hum in response. "Do you think I should quit? An assassin supposes to be quiet and not clumsy, like me." You asked and look at him

He shakes his head. "I believed-" "That I could be less clumsy or get out of it. No, I don't believe that." You cut him off. "I know you don't believe in yourself but I do believe in you. The missions you were assigned, your clumsiness never killed anyone and most of them are successful."

It's true that most of them are successful and only get minor injuries. "But what if-" "If you get someone killed? You most likely get demoted to a Novice. You have to gain it again to become a master." He explained. You do remember him telling a story about his mission with Kadar and Altaïr.

His story explained how he lost his arm and his brother. The story hits right in the heart. It hurts to know about that. You were quiet again. You didn't know what to say. "Go to sleep. I promise that I won't go yelling at Altaïr." You laugh at the sentence.

You nodded at him, you want him to stay but you knew that he has some works to do. He kissed your forehead and leave you alone. You rolled to your left and put you hand under your head. You try to fall asleep but couldn't.

You try to think up something to fall asleep. Maybe thinking the moments with Malik will help...Let's see, the day you joined the Assassins, Kadar was killed and Malik lost his arm. That was....last year ago....No, that was like two years ago.

"Oh Allah, that was two years ago? I guess they are right. Time flies so fast when you're having fun and then we have our first kiss a few months ago and I was on a mission and got...many minor injuries and he looks so worried." The thoughts make you feel happy and sleepy.

Why do you deserve such a man? A man who believed in you when you don't believe in yourself. He was that that friend who you could tell them anything. You remember when you start to have a crush on him. 

You stop telling him your feelings and ignore him when you start to have a crush on him. He seems like he didn't care but once you both were a couple, he confessed that he was worried when you stop telling your feelings and ignore him.

The first date was simple, you and Malik were just sitting on the roof looking at the nice sunset. Sure, it was cliche but it's beautiful. You two just talking what's on your head. It was nice and calming. You enjoy every single moment of it. You yawned and trying to get comfortable and carefully not to hurt the wound.

You closed your eyes and try to fall asleep again. This time it works. How cliche could this be? Very cliche.

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Few hours went by, Malik was done with his works. He went to your room to see how you are doing, he opened the door to see you sleeping and drooling. He chuckled at the sight, he closed the door and lock it. He went to your bed, grab the blanket and wipes your drool.

You felt something touching your face which causes you to wake up. You open your eyes and saw Malik. "Sorry for waking you up." He apologized and you nodded. "That's okay, I'm still tired. Come on, let's sleep." You said and grabbing his hand.

He smiled at you and lay beside you and wrap his arm around you while you put your hands on his chest and slowly falling asleep again. You whispered some words to him. He smiled at those words.

"I love you."

"I love you too."