#basim x reader

(Basim x SigynReader) (Inspired by this post from diqabun and this post by hyathams-blade)

You can’t sleep. 

The moon is out.

The woods around the cabin sing.

But …

You.

Can’t.

Sleep.

You shift in bed once more to try and find a semblance of comfort.

It fails.

You huff, resisting the urge to groan. This isn’t the first time this has happened. There are just some nights where your body refuses to shut down. You get out of bed in favor of a mug of hot chocolate. Shaun could scold you all he wanted tomorrow morning, but right now, you wanted a hot chocolate so you would make a hot chocolate.

You pad out of your room for the kitchen, mindful of the noise. The cabin floor is creaky in some spots so you take extra care to avoid those. You grab a mug, a coco packet, and the milk. With no microwave, you have to make it the old fashioned way: boiling the milk on the stove. You lean against the counter to the left of the stove and sigh.

“Ah, you’re awake too.”

Your skin explodes into goosebumps. “Basim? Why’re you up?”

He gives you a small smile, leaning against the counter across from you. “I could ask you the same.”

You glance at your pot of milk.

“Can’t sleep?”

You shrug. “Something like that.”

He stares at you for a bit. “Nightmares?”

You shake your head.

“You, my friend, have a horrible sleep schedule,” he comments bluntly.

You chuckle, “You can’t be talking. Look who’s up too.”

“In my defense, it was merely an observation.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “you’re not the only one who thinks so.”

“Ah yes” —Basim nods with mock seriousness— “Mr. Hastings and Mrs. Crane.”

You raise your eyebrow. “You can call them Shaun and Rebecca.”

“We are not that close.”

“You don’t call me by my last name.”

The conversation pauses as you turn off the stove and pour the milk into your mug. You rip open the coco packet, pouring it in. There’s enough milk left for another mug.

“Want some? I poured too much milk.”

“Alright.” Basim takes the pot from your hands and grabs a mug for himself. 

There’s another lull in conversation as he grabs a coco packet from the pantry. Basim stirs his hot chocolate slowly, taking extra care not to hit the sides of the mug. You do the same with a little less consideration for your cabinmates. Basim gives you a small smile as he sips his hot chocolate. 

“It’s good,” he comments.

You smile smugly into your mug. “Course it is.” You take a seat on the leather couch by the window.

Basim sits on the other end, holding his hot chocolate. “Do you have nights like this often?”

“Huh?” You look up from your mug.

“Sleepless nights.” Basim swirls the liquid twice in his mug.

You shrug, running a finger over the lip of the mug. The ceramic is warm in your hands. Compared to the feeling of warm plastic, the mug was much better; and it justifies why you argued with Shaun on dishes. It’s a pleasant distraction.

He asks again, “Is this something that happens very often?”

Guilt pools in your gut, heavy like a stone. You mumble, “Yeah.”

“Do you know why?”

You shake your head. “If I did, d’you think I’d be out here drinking hot chocolate at the ass crack of dawn?”

Basim exhales through his nose as you both sip from your hot chocolates. He scooches a bit closer, leg brushing against yours. You glance at it.

“Comfortable?”

You sigh through your nose. “A bit.”

Outside, field crickets chirp away, filling the silence. You drink your hot chocolate and set the empty mug down on the floor. You get comfortable on the couch, pulling one of the throw blankets over your lap.

“I like your hair.”

“Hm?”

“Your hair.” You pull the blanket up to your shoulders “I like it down.”

Basim raises one eyebrow, finishing off his hot chocolate. “Really?”

“It’s better than that god awful topknot.”

“My topknot isn’t that bad.”

You chuckle. “It’s pretty bad.”

“You look tired.”

“I feel tired.” Your words are a bit slurred as a wave of tiredness comes over you. “Why are you awake?”

“I heard someone moving around.”

“So, you decided to come out and check?” Your eyes droop.

Basim chuckles, “Is it that strange?”

“A little bit.” You yawn, shaking sleep away. “What the hell?”

“Are you finally falling asleep?”

“Did you drug me?”

“No, but your eyes keep closing, and you look relaxed.”

You wonder what he means by that. You have been relatively relaxed, no more stress than usual. Shaun and Rebecca have been more distracted recently with Basim’s appearance and synthesizing his memory for William Miles. 

Your eyes droop again. They stay closed for a second longer.

“You can rest. I won’t do anything untoward.”

You snort, “Gee thanks.” You nudge his leg harshly with a little giggle. You take a deep breath in and breathe out through your nose. “Tell me a story.”

“Alright.” Basim gives you a soft smile. “What would you like to hear?”

“Something old.” You shift against the couch cushions and hike the blanket up to your shoulders. “You were around for the Abbasid Caliphate and the Vikings; you must have some interesting stories.”

“I’m beginning to think you only tolerate me for my knowledge.”

You smile. “Was that a joke? From the walking dust pile? I’m shocked.”

““Dust pile”? I assure you I am completely solid.”

“Oh I’m sure. Now tell me a story.”

“You are very demanding when you’re tired.”

“Story~.”

“Alright, alright. How about an old Norse myth?”

You nod, stifling a yawn. Your eyes droop closed again and stay closed. You pull your legs in, and there’s no more contact between you and Basim. 

“The Binding of Fenrir was one of the first Norse tales I learned of.”

You give a small smile. “I know that one.”

“Do you?”

“Mhm. Fenrir was one of Loki’s children with the giantess Angrboða, and Odin bound him in a magic ribbon because of a prophecy that said Fenrir would kill him at Ragnarök.”

“Close. Fenrir was a child of Loki born from his affair, but the story leaves out a few details. Odin made a blood oath to Loki that no harm would come to his blood. When Odin bound Fenrir in the ribbon and gagged the wolf with a sword, Odin broke his oath to Loki.”

“To be fair, Loki had a couple ‘a kids. I doubt Odin knew who all of them were.”

“Loki had five—”

“Six. He had one with a horse, plus the three with Angrboða, and the two with Sigyn.” You demonstrate with your fingers. “That’s six.”

“My my, why ask for a story if you already know it?”

You shrug. “Stories change with time. I wanted to know if the myth from your time was any different.”

“Is your curiosity satisfied?”

“Tell me the story from the beginning. The very beginning; from Odin’s oath to Loki to Fenrir’s place in Ragnarök.”

Game: Assassin's Creed Valhalla, Assassin's Creed Mirage

Character/love line: Basim ibn Ishaq x OC/Reader

OC/Reader is a resident of Baghdad/Raventhorpe, a simple girl. She meets Basim when he is already Invisible and both personalities already live in him, that is, he himself and Loki. Something in Basim tells him that the OC/Reader is unusual, because somehow she attracts him.

It turns out that she is the human reincarnation of Sigyn (Loki's wife, she is Asgardian). According to mythology, she was very loved and faithful to her husband, even the poison that was supposed to drip onto Loki, she always collected and poured out so that Loki would not suffer.

By the way, Loki loved Angrboda and Sigyn equally, it's just that Angrboda was more of a companion, and Sigyn was a kindred spirit, or something like that. Correct me if I'm wrong.

However, the OC/Reader is unaware of the fact that she is reincarnated, as Sigyn has blocked her own memories so as not to recall them in her current life.

Basim is drawn to the OC/Reader because he feels that she is the same Sigyn, his Sigyn, who always loved him and cared for him, no matter what Loki did. But OC/Reader/Sigyn feels some kind of constant tension around Basim and sometimes even avoids meeting him.

imagine you two were sitting in the bureau and no one was there . You reading a book and basim just stares at you like (•_•)

bro thinks you could read his mind until u asked why he’s looking at you like this .

“basim? Do u need something habibi?” You asked him looking away from the book “uh n-no i don’t..” he said blushing that u caught him staring , did u do something to make him look at u like this? Do u have something on your face? You two ate lunch together. Had tea , did u forget something- oh. OH u didn’t kiss him today

“basim … were u waiting for a kiss? “ u said , closing the book and putting it away “you could’ve used ur words hun”

“Ya rouhi…..c-can u kiss me?” He said blushing.”ofc!” He smiled when u got closer to him . He pulled u closer and wrapped his hands around ur waist . You gave him a soft kiss on his full lips and pulled away “huh? Thats it? N-no i want more ya rouhi u haven’t kiss me today..” he frowned, “okay okay”

THE ART OF PICKPOCKETING: Basim Ibn Ishaq x fem!reader

Summary: Basim Ibn Ishaq really liked to think of himself as someone, who's impossible to pickpocket -- and she finally found the opportunity to prove him wrong.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: none

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Basim Ibn Ishaq really liked to think of himself as someone, who's impossible to pickpocket.

And whenever he said that thought out loud, she wanted nothing more than to prove him wrong.

She sometimes liked to include the children too, who were free to do whatever they wanted after finishing the task Dervis had given them. They liked to be the distraction, while she did her best to sneak up on him and take the little blue charm from his scarf. When she failed Basim chuckled while the children laughed. Nehal just stood not far away, shaking her head as she tried to hide a smile.

All her attempts had failed. None of them worked.

Basim always seemed to expect all her ideas and tries, and he was holding a firm grip on her wrist the moment her fingertips were touching his clothes.

She almost gave up, accepting defeat. Almost.

Because soon the right moment presented itself.

She just came back from an errand Dervis had given her -- an easy task; just a go in - grab the small chest of dirhams - then get out without getting caught. She was on her way to give Dervis the chest when she ran into Basim - or rather: Basim jumped her in a tight alleyway.

She was startled and almost dropped the dirhams, what would've gotten her a long, endless, angry speech from Dervis himself. She playfully hit Basim on the shoulder as he laughed.

"You're such a child sometimes, I swear." she shook her head disapprovingly, hiding a smile.

"Oh, come on! You left me all alone today with nothing to do!"

"Wasn't Nehal around?" she asked with a raised eyebrow as she continued to walk toward Dervis' place.

Basim followed her closely.

"Nehal isn't you." he complained and she felt a blush threatening to appear on her cheeks. "Besides, she never wants to come with me to see what the Hidden Ones are up to!"

"Because you annoy her a bit too much with that." she chuckled as Basim pouted at her teasing tone. "And it's not a bad thing that at least one of us isn't suicidal."

"Do you have any other errands to do after this one?" Basim asked.

"No. Why? Is there something you'd like to do?"

"I was thinking, maybe we could go and practice."

"Practice what?" confusion was the only visible emotion on her face.

"Pickpocketing."

She stopped so suddenly that Basim almost bumped into her. It was Basim's turn to look confused and hers to pout.

She looked at him as if he just hurt her feelings. Her eyebrows were raised as if challenging him to continue. When he didn't, she decided to voice her anger.

"Pickpocketing? You think I need to practice pickpocketing?" her voice was higher than usual and Basim just scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

"Well, everyone needs to practice..."

"Basim!" she could imagine his heart jumping at her tone. "Do you think I need to practice?"

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and did his very best to look confident, but he couldn't really fool her. She knew him too well. And she knew he wasn't feeling overly confident at all.

"Well, I did follow you and you didn't even notice me until I jumped you. And you still can't pickpocket me."

If looks could kill...

"So you're telling me that no one could possibly surprise you? Not like you suprised me?"

A quiet understanding ran through Basim's eyes, as if he finally realized that he set up a trap for himself. Her eyes were shining with mischief as she was waiting for an answer, and his body became more rigid, feeling a storm coming.

"That's exactly what I'm saying..."

Always acting so confident, always hiding the side of him she loved the most - the side that loved poetry, and softness, and the thought of love itself...

"If that's what you think, Basim..."

She put the chest between her left arm and her side to keep her right hand free. Then, she took a step or two toward Dervis' place to let Basim feel safe and give him the false feeling of relief.

The moment she heard him take the first step, she turned around, grabbed his scarf and pulled him down into a kiss.

She closed her eyes, but she could imagine the surprised look on his face. She could imagine him blushing and she could imagine his eyes being wide open. And those thoughts made her grin.

She made sure to kiss him with passion. To show him the feelings she has been having for him since the beginning of time. She made sure to kiss him roughly, she made sure it made him lose all his senses. She made sure it was a great distraction.

By the time Basim collected himself and found the courage in himself to kiss back, she already let go of his scarf and pulled away.

His flushed face made her smile widely.

"So this wasn't surprising... At all..."

"No, I--"

She grinned.

"It's alright Basim. It happens to the best of us."

She started to walk again and after a few long seconds Basim began to follow her.

Some of the children noticed them and ran toward them to greet them. She just giggled and raised her left hand high, showing them the blue charm what she was holding in a tight grip.

"I finally did it!"

The cheering was almost comical. So was the laughter what came after Basim touched his scarf with a confused expression, not believing that the charm was gone.

"Oh, don't worry Basim, we all need our practice!" she teased and the children laughed harder.

"That's cheating!" Basim argued with a blush. "Give it back!"

"Get it back!" she shouted as she began to run, dropping the chest of dirhams not caring if Dervis gets his money or not; or if he gets angry or not.

Victory just felt too good. So did Basim's lips on hers.

Their game of cat and mouse didn't last long. After a few minutes Basim managed to tackle her on one of the rooftops - and she gladly let him turn her around and kiss her with so much passion, she had to whimper.

Yet the minute Basim's fingertips touched the charm, she grabbed his wrist, pulling him away from her prize.

"Don't you dare." she warned.

basim ibn ishaq x fem reader

After long day of training . Basim returns to his tent in alamut to rest . When he enters , he finds you laying on ur side holding your stomach

“rouhi? Is something bothering you “ he said as he sat beside you , hand on ur back to comfort you “ yes… my cramps are getting worse and i cant do anything without feeling tired and pain “ you said looking up at him

Awh u poor thing . He can’t sit there and see his habibti in pain . So he stood up .

“Where are u going?” You sat up to see where he’s going “ sit here my love . I will be back “.

10 minutes passed and he returned with tea for you, and a book in his other hand “i got you tea ya rouhi . And i got this book to read it to you .” He smiled as he sat down again and handed you the tea .

You smiled at him as you started to sip on the tea . Its kinda hot but it’s helping you with the cramps . After you finished it , basim pulled you to lay your head on his shoulder. He threw the blanket on both of you and reached for the book . “ there’s many stories in the book. I’ll ready you some “ he said as he opened the page on a story he love.

an hour passed and your knocked out . Laying on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you . Running his hand up and down on ur back as to comfort you . He kissed your forehead and closed his eyes . “Goodnight ya habibti”

Can I please request an angsty fic where reader finds out Basim 'died' in Norway. Perhaps it's Basim's POV as he watches y/n breakdown through the animus and he feels guilty 😭😭😭

Of course!!

Masterlist 10

He looks through the memories from before and can’t help but feel a twinge of pity as your life passes. You waited for him when he couldn’t have even been bothered to spare you a second thought in the end.

Your tears trailed down your face as Eivor relays the news of what happened to you, shaking your head in disbelief as you wring your hands together.

In the dark of the sleepless nights, you held onto the last piece of his old robes that were left behind. The only trace of him, the real him that is, that remained.

Though Basim feels the pity for you, there’s a strain of frustration to his emotions. Had that foolish Eivor not interfered, maybe you could have been by his side. Or at least he could have sweetly persuaded you to join him.

The rest of your years were spent by Hytham’s side. Your work ethic to the Brotherhood was admirable to say the least despite the pained look that glazed over your eyes.

If he found you, maybe fate could you both together again.

i just finished mirage and need to comfort myself 🥲

Of course!!

A/n - I know the feeling 🥲💔💙

Masterlist 10

From the POV of Eivor and Hytham

Eivor sees the two of you and a blush begins to creep on their face. They feel as if they have to turn their head away because it feels like intrusion on an personally intimate moment.

The hushed whispers you share with each other feel like a welcomed intrusion and Eivor feels the intimacy that flows from your shared glances and touches

Whatever effect you have on Basim, it is noticeable how profound your relationship shines through.

Hytham feels a sense of relief for his Mentor because he is his best with you

The countless trainings, trips across the land and sea, Hytham considers you and Basim the closest he’s had to a real family

Sailing to where the Northmen are is where he sees the glowing intimacy. Every move, every decision is calculated but is oh so careful as Basim consults you for his course of action

I saw ur requests are open so I knocked down the door to the ask room :3

can you do how is reader and basim relationship after basim became one with loki? Would he still love the reader? And PLEASE if he leaves reader can you write them meeting again ( in Valhalla time) and would he apologize and start again or just greets heartbroken reader moves on? AAA I HAVE SO MUCH TO REQUEST BUT IF YOUR COMFORTABLE AND OKAY I CAN SEND YOU MORE IDEAS.

Yes!! I am open to ideas because the hold this man has !!

Masterlist 10

If you and Basim are together after he becomes Loki, there’s already an air of something different

He’s…not all your Basim from before. More demanding. More secretive. What is he not telling you?

That warmth that used to be there is just non-existent

Even when his nightmares get more intense in the middle of the night, you want to be there for him, but now he pushes you away if you ever try to get close

The kisses and touches are not the same either. Running hot or cold when it doesn’t feel right

Basim can sense you drifting away from him and tries to desperately keep you by him. Though he may say “love”, it becomes of what use you provide for him

Still, he notes that the gleam you once had in your eyes for him slowly dulls

With all these attempts to persuade you to stay, you finally make a choice for yourself

If you stay with him, the “charm” gets turned up so much to keep you close to him. He can’t afford to lose you when he’s so close

Break-up wise, Basim does not take it well at all. Like no one wants to bother him, short-tempered, and has a tendency to lash

If he ever crosses paths with you again, AC Valhalla, Eivor and Hytham are just peeking at your interactions the entire time and eating up every second of it.