Assassin's Creed Oneshots (Assassins X Reader)

Tulips and Stew (Fluff)

Altair Ibn La'Ahad X Malik Al Say'f        boyxboy        fluff        

*Hi! Hope you will enjoy this so yeah. stuff... -3-

"Altair!!!" A young man screamed out a name, a very familiar name. The white hooded man quickly approached the room, leaned against the border of the arch, and said, "Yes, brother?" A smirk appeared on his lips. "What happened?" Malik, who was furious about the unknown mess, pointed out his desk that was scattered with ink and tattered scraps and books. Altair sweat beads, trying to avoid his consequence. "Erm...What happened?" The assassin stuttered, Malik gave a glare and growled, "That is why I am asking you: what happened?" Altaïr walked over with his smirk, "Well, I just arrived but it was you who stayed longer in the bureau so that is why I am asking you the same. Simple logic, brother."

Malik knew Altaïr was lying, he heard reports of an assassin chasing after some type of wild animal with a loud crash in his bureau. Malik knew that Altaïr would do such an idiotic thing. Now, talking about the situation, the leader of the bureau frowned and threw a knife at Altaïr, his robe attached to the wooden wall.

"ALLAH!" Shrieked Malik. "I have enough of your idiotic tasks, novice. You have to mature yourself. And it is obvious that you did this mess to my bureau." Altaïr sighed and muttered, "Well, fuck..." "As punishment, I'll report you to the Mentor." Altaïr melted in nervousness inside and asked, "What if I can change your mind?" Malik smirked, "Can you? I doubt you can impress me with something else." Altaïr smirked, "Ha, I can, Malik. Just wait and see."

Altaïr pulled out the small knife and set it down on the table. He then quickly fixed up the area and headed out. Malik, on the other hand, had to run into some errands in the bureau he is handling.

Altaïr went out and went to the fields of gardens and the long string of water. Altaïr sat and thought of what to do with Malik, since he is still mad about the incident he made. "Hmm...What shall I give Malik to change his mind???" Close by, an old friend heard his mutters.

"Muttering about Malik again, brother?"  Altaïr turned his head back, revealing his old friend, Abbas. Altaïr frowned and looked away, "Yes and why are you here?" Abbas smiled and sat beside Altaïr, "This is where I reminisce the..." Altaïr continued, looking down, "Old times?" Abbas looked away and agreed with a slight nod. "And I just came across you here. I was wondering what were you doing, and I heard Malik's name." Altaïr blushed and chuckled with nervousness, "Yes, about that--" "Don't worry. I know what happened." They both laughed for a while with a small chat.

Abbas then recommended what to give Malik, a bouquet of tulips. Altaïr furrowed his brows, "Why tulips? And what color?" Altaïr asked, Abbas replied with a small yet rare smile, "White tulips are his everyday type. I mean, he would pick them for his mother and...Kadar. Probably those were the favorite types of flowers." Now, Altaïr felt bad for himself. He stood up and helped Abbas stand as well. "Okay then, I'll be...Seeing you around. Wadaeaan, Abbas." Altaïr turned around and left the old playground of his.

"Wadaeaan, Altaïr..."

Altaïr went to a river nearby, near a small dunghill, guessing that tulips are rarely grown near rivers. He reached his destination and saw a group of tulips with an old, Turkish, man picking some up; probably for his store.

Altaïr walked down and approached the old man, "Excuse me." The old man looked up and his face is wrinkled and his smile is kind, "Yes, my boy?" Altaïr pointed out to the cart of white tulips, "Can I have some tulips?" The old man was about to answer but another man, around his age, answered his question, quite rudely. "That's 11 akçe." The old man furrowed his brows, "Jimæl!--Sorry, young man. I'll just give you these tulips for free instead." Altaïr felt sad, so he brought out his three pouches of akçe, and gave it to the man.

The old man's smile turned up, but soon frowned. "Young man! This is too much! We couldn't take this for flowers only!" Altaïr smiled, "It's OK. It just seem that you are low on budget. Also, it is a small gift for acting kind." The old man smiled, readied a bouquet of flowers for him, and Altaïr thanked the man and left.

Altaïr ran in some errands and some groceries for the night. Bringing them home and cooking some stew would may satisfy Malik as well. He bought some ingredients for the stew and quickly headed to the kitchen, at the Temple, and started cooking with some help from some female assassins.

Altaïr arrived at the bureau again, though, his dear friend, Malik, was still gone. Altaïr waited for Malik, but still nothing. So, he grabbed a vase, filled it with water, and placed the tulips in it. Fixing a small bit, Altaïr finished his artwork. He prepped the soup and placed it beside the tulip and covered it with a letter he wrote. He stared at the tulips while the sun came down minute by minute, and him slowly falling asleep.

When Malik came with books from the library (which was night), and turned on the light, he saw his partner on his desk, sleeping. Beside him was his favorite bouquet of flowers, white tulips, and a wooden bowl.

Malik smiled a tad bit. He walked towards the table and saw a note. He picked it up and read it.

"Hello Malik,

Sorry for the rumor and your bureau, a while ago. There was a delivery of birds and a Turkey was included, so a big goose-chase occured. Haha, made a joke. Back to the point, sorry, brother. Sorry for the inconvenience. Also, I brought you some tulips, white ones. I heard they are your favorite lately. I also made you stew, hoping that you will be hungry after you have return. I was guessing you will arrive early; preparing the stew while it is hot, but I guess not. I guess the hard work paid off once you taste it.
Sorry if it's cold.

-Altaïr "

Malik looked over to the bowl and peeked. He grabbed the bowl and drank a bit. With wide eyes, he was impressed. He chuckled and set the bowl down. He placed all the books on the shelf, fixed the scraps and scriptures, and sat beside Altaïr.

Malik slightly smiled and kissed Altaïr on the forehead, after caressing his face. Unexpectedly, Altaïr smirked and mumbled as his eyes opened slowly, "Got you, Malik..." Malik bolted and blushed. Altaïr pulled the man close to him, leaving his partner in questions. "What are you doing, novice?" Altaïr replied, "A hug." Malik's face was like plum, he could feel the hot breath of his partner running through his neck, and then kissed him on the lips, passionately. Malik melted the kiss into his system, receiving each texture of Altaïr's warm and wet lips.

Malik realized what he was doing, so he pushed Altaïr's head aside, stood, and leaved again. "First, I was impressed; but now, you just did the opposite." Altaïr smirked, "But the deal is: to impress you, right?" The one-armed man exhaled in regret, and rolled his eyes because his novice had a point. "Fine...You win for now," Malik exited the room, shouting yet smirking, "Novice."

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