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etherealsdreaming · 1 year

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When They See Her Naked 💜

Altair Ibn La’Ahad

💜 It was another average day under the syrian heat of the sun to the kick of sand as you fought off your opponent. After a few hours you called it a day and headed to your bedroom, closing the door and pulling off the many layers of clothing to your person. Unknown to you, Altair laid on your bed, reading, then watching as you stripped in front of him. You sighed and turned around stopping in your tracks as he raised a handsomely dark brow at your reaction. Your body finally catching up with your mind you ran towards the window curtain covering your body and sending out demands of his reason for being here. He stood up, setting the book down on the bedside and said, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen…” He walked towards the door and stopped; looking over his shoulder he continued, “or to be embarrassed about…. You’re beautiful…” Leaving the room with a gentle closing of the door you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You didn’t know if you were insulted or honored by his comment only that he sent a deep red blush that covered your body.

Ezio Auditore

💜 You arrived back at the base to report your findings. But when Ezio saw the amount of blood covering your clothes he rushed to check you. You assured him it was not your own, he sighed in relief and offered you his room to get cleaned up in. As you finished bathing, unknowingly Ezio set a new pair of clothes by the bed when he saw your beautiful naked body climbing out of the bath with water running down those long curvy legs. Before you could even notice his presence he hid behind the dressing screen. He couldn’t help but take a few glances, worried at first; that you may have lied because of your pride. He was relieved you were unharmed as the only sight he saw were the curves, soft creamy skin and the beautiful sized breasts your body possessed. And at the moment you turned away; he quietly snuck out to get some fresh air and imagine all the things he could do to please you.

Connor Kenway

💜 Joining Connor on a long journey; you both decided to find a place to camp out for the night. While he went out to gather firewood and set up camp; you left to the river close by to wash off all the dirt and blood from your earlier encounter with red coats. Then you heard a movement in the bushes, scaring you you let out a scream. When Connor heard your scream he dropped the pieces of wood and ran towards the river, looking around he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of your bare naked body before him. When you turned around at the sound of shuffling feet, you attempted to cover yourself up. Both a blushing mess he turned away from you. “What happened?” “A-a animal in the bushes… It’s gone now, you can go…” He nodded and left silently. For the rest of the evening you both were put in awkward silence at the occurrence that happened earlier.

Arno Dorian

💜 Being best friends with Arno provided a sanctuary of safety. So when you got injured on a mission he immediately requested a doctor to the cafe and refused to leave your side till you were completely healed. He only left after you persuaded him to go on the mission the council was asking for. When he was finally gone on a mission you slowly got out of bed and attempted to start undressing for a bath. Unfortunately, he arrived home early and inquired your reason for walking about. You insisted your need for a bath and when it didn’t look like he’d win, he sighed and offered to help. Despite being close and him not knowing your feelings; it didn’t stop you from being self-conscious. But you appreciated when he tried not to stare and when he removed your clothes and helped you into the bath. Later he came back with fresh clothes and a towel. Drying your legs, he accidentally looked up when you spoke to him; leaving you only to embarrass yourself more and almost tripping when you attempted to grab the towel, he handed it to you and looked away blushing. “You’re beautiful…” in return you blushed and shyly replied, “Maybe I should finish this myself…” he nodded and walked out the door. It was something you both tried not to talk about afterwards.

#arno dorian #altair ibn la ahad #altair x reader #arno x reader #connor kenway #connor kenway x reader #ezio auditore #ezio x reader #assassins creed #ac preferences #ac unity #ac 1 #ac 2 #ac brotherhood #ac 3 #ac headcanons #ac imagines

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jewels-writes · 1 year

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Kissing His Scars (Arno Dorian x Reader)

Prompt: Kissing their scars and bruises Pairing: Arno Dorian x Reader Warnings: Healed scars

The soft golden light of the setting sun spilled into the room, casting a warm glow on the walls as I entered. My footsteps were quiet, muffled by the plush carpet beneath my feet. The scent of lavender filled the air, a soothing aroma that embraced the space.

As I rounded the corner, my eyes were drawn to the sight of Arno sitting on the edge of the bed, his shirt discarded beside him. His strong, lean form was etched with scars and bruises, a testament to the battles he had fought, the sacrifices he had made.

A wave of tenderness washed over me, my heart aching at the sight of his battered body. With a gentle step, I approached him, my fingertips grazing his shoulder lightly. Arno turned to face me, his gaze meeting mine, a mix of weariness and strength reflected in his eyes.

Without a word, I knelt down before him, my hands trembling slightly as they reached for the first scar that adorned his chest. Each mark told a story, whispered of trials faced and triumphs won. I pressed my lips to the rugged terrain, a tender kiss that conveyed both admiration and empathy.

Arno's breath hitched, a vulnerable flicker passing through his gaze. He watched me intently, as if in awe of the gesture, his defenses crumbling with every touch of my lips against his skin.

Moving with slow reverence, I trailed my kisses along his collarbone, tracing the pathway of a battle wound. My lips danced over the faint lines, offering solace and comfort, as if I could somehow heal the pain of the past.

As I leaned in closer, my hands cradled his face, the pads of my thumbs sweeping over the fading bruises that marred his features. I pressed feather-light kisses to his brow, his cheekbones, each gentle touch a testament to my love and admiration for the man before me.

Time seemed to stand still as I poured my affection into every touch, every kiss. Arno's guard melted away, his gaze softening as he surrendered to the tenderness bestowed upon him.

In that intimate moment, the room was filled with a profound understanding. It was a silent promise that I would be there to ease his burdens, to heal not just his physical wounds, but the scars that ran deeper.

Finally, as I pressed one last kiss to his lips, a silent message passed between us. It was a vow to support one another, to embrace the battles yet to come, and to find solace in the healing power of love.

Arno's lips curled into a gentle smile, a flicker of gratitude and affection gracing his expression. He whispered, his voice filled with emotion, "Thank you, my love. Your touch, your kisses—they remind me that I'm not alone."

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demigoddessqueens · 9 months

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Joyeux (Bon) anniversaire

A/n - August is here!! And it’s one of the best boi’s birthday months (August 26)

It’s a sweet occasion for him because for the longest time Arno was just by himself even in the Brotherhood.

If this is in-canon universe, Arno sees how deeply you care for him. Setting time aside for him in the Cafe does not go unnoticed.

Modern Au wise, he’d want to spend the entire day with you if possible. Museums, brunch, picnics and gardens, the works

If you wanted to surprise Arno, he would greatly appreciate it as well. Birthdays were a bitter occasion but over the years with you, he’s learned to smile more when you make an occasion with him.

Personalized gifts are treasured by him as well. Don’t mind the misty hazel eyes he has for you as he admires his gifts.

Also, I’d like to think he has a bit of a sweet tooth so home baked goods always hit those cravings he has.

#assassin's creed unity #assassin’s creed x reader #arno dorian #arno victor dorian #arno dorian x reader #ac unity #assassin’s creed #my writing #headcanons #arno dorian headcanons #arno x reader

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liztuxiemacks · 2 years

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Arno

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yasashii-leaf · 4 months

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I love your AC doodles! They are SO CUTE! Keep them doing, please! *sends hugs*

Awww thanks you, here are some doodles that i never published

#my art #y/n #reader #assassin's creed #altaïr ibn la'ahad #Altaïr ibn la'ahad x reader #arno dorian #arno dorian x reader #ezio auditore #ezio auditore x reader

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reddeaddamnation · 1 year

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welcome back to the writing side of tumblr! idk if you’ve written something like this, bc i can’t find your masterlist, but how would the assassins or at least my baby ezio act when they find out assassin!reader is pregnant with their child but still taking on missions and possibly putting themselves in danger, no matter how good they are at their job xx

Thank you it's good to be back. I missed you guys and your creative ideas lol I don't remember writing anything like this so there you go

Basim would be like nah nuh-uh. You say in bed and take care of yourself because in his culture a woman who is pregnant is sacred and needs to take care of herself. The most you can do is go to the market if you won't have any trouble with walking. If you're in discomfort - he will go with you.

Eivor would try to explain to you the dangers of the missions as if you don't know already and would kindly and politely tell you to think about your child because he will be devastated if something happens to either of you.

Alexios' jaw would just drop and he would have no idea what to even say. "Please don't." He would just say in a monotone voice but with the most pleading eyes you ever saw him pull off. He wants to say so much but doesn't even know where to start, because he was shocked when he found out.

Bayek would sit you down and lecture you in a rather angry tone because he had flashbacks of when he saw his own son die so he will NEVER allow it to happen again. "I'm very disappointed that you don't know how to take care of yourself in this condition. What came over you?"

Altair would cut you off mid-mission and would tell you to turn back or else. He will take care of the mission instead of you if you promise to not put your head in danger and don't be stubborn because he can be more stubborn and will not budge until you accompany him back to your home. No matter how long you spend in that one place he met you.

Ezio would be like "WHAT" and chase you down hoping he isn't too late and would give you the lecture of your life. "You know you're more important to me than anything. Now that you are carrying our child, I will worry about both of you and will not forgive you if you put the two of you in danger again. The baby did not choose to be here. Think about it."

Connor would be so disappointed. Honestly how will you look at him and still do it? He asked you to take care of yourself and rest and here you are putting yourself in danger. Usually he communicates everything but this time you get the silent treatment for at least a few hours.

Edward would sigh and say "I ask you for one thing and one thing only. Stay. Out. Of. Danger. Don't you realize what you're doing?" He wouldn't show his true anger tho and would leave you with your thoughts for a few hours.

Arno would pace around all day and when you come back, he will nag you to oblivion. "What do you think you're doing? Why? What do you want to prove? Is our child less important than the damn brotherhood? I can't stop you if you don't want to quit but at least think about what you're doing."

When Jacob found out you want to come on the mission too, Evie begged him to tell you to reconsider. He just walked past the both of you like "Y/N you're not coming." in a stern voice, leaving you shocked. "If you're so adamant on coming, I think you should think about the consequences" Jacob? Consequences? Don't go, for the sake of this nice change in him!

Shay would be angry. So angry and so stern. "You know the consequences if anything were to happen to you and I can't be there to say anything except I told you so because we both know what will happen if you keep going on like this. Instead of resting and staying safe, you go out of your way to put yourself in danger. You're acting like a child."

Haytham would just sigh and rub the bridge of his nose. "Don't make me lock you in our room with guards outside because if you don't have the decency to keep yourself safe, I will."

#assassins creed #basim ibn ishaq x reader #eivor x reader #alexios x reader #bayek of siwa x reader #altair ibn la ahad x reader #ezio auditore x reader #connor kenway x reader #edward kenway x reader #shay cormac x reader #haytham kenway x reader #arno dorian x reader #jacob frye x reader

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recreationalfanfics · 9 months

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*chin hands* assassin's creed on the mind eh? Do tell 👀

OKAY SO ONE IDEA I DEF WANNA USE IN THE FUTURE WOULD BE YANDERE EAGLE VISION. Like, if an assassin/eagle vision user becomes obsessed with a darling, then instead of showing up as red (for enemy) or green (for ally), then their darling would show up as either a pink silhouette or something.

NOT ONLY THAT, BUT, LIKE DIFFERENT ASSASSIN'S TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IT MEANS/ALREADY KNOWING WHAT IT MEANS.

Like Ezio using eagle vision and he sees his darling is a different color from everyone else, he instantly believes its a sign their soul mates and will shamelessly follow them, either from the shadows or blatantly walking after them like a lost puppy.

Altaïr believing something is wrong when his eagle vision acts up and only towards you, the person who served no real importance but never seemed to leave his mind. He decides to use it as an excuse to stalk you, after all, it was fine before YOU came along and he's just trying to figure out if it means if you're a threat or not. Deep down, he knows what it actually means but it gives him a good excuse to stalk you.

Connor absolutely is baffled when he notices a pink figure and when he switches back to his normal vision, he sees its you. He doesn't voice this out to anyone because its not that important, right? Plus, he truly wouldn't want to disturb you with that knowledge and, when you really think about it, it's rather helpful for the both of you! Now Connor can keep tabs on you and you won't ever have to worry about anything hurting you because Connor will always be waiting in the shadows to protect you.

Evie would be a Lucid yandere, the moment you become miscolored in a way she's never heard of, she's doing some research on her own time and found out about rare instances assassin's who found their "soul mates" with their eagle vision. Like Connor and Altaïr, she would definetly use it as an excuse to be able to stalk you while keeping her conscious clear. It's not her fault technically and yes, maybe she is tailing behind you and her heart soars at the thought of being able to pick you out of the crowd and track you down so easily...but it's only because she can keep you safe!

Jacob doesn't even question it, he also takes it as confirmation that you were meant to be his. He would absolutely take advantage of his new ability and you'd be none the wiser. You try to avoid him by going a different route? He somehow ends up calling your name and happily running over to you and you're wondering how could he have known. You're bumping into him a lot more often when doing mundane things? Haha, what a coincidence! May as well hang on his arm and let him treat you to a nice drink! Just the image of Jacob desperately jumping from rooftop to rooftop using eagle vision only to stop and smile to himself when he sees your silhouette makes me so happy-

EDWARD DOESN'T REALLY QUESTION IT, HE'S JUST GLAD HE CAN HAVE PIECE OF MIND WHEN IT COMES TO YOU TBH. He knows what he's doing is shady but at the same time, he can't help it. But also moments when you manage to sneak away from him and he just easily walks towards were you're hiding and it fills you with so much dread and panic and you're not sure how he manages to do that every single time.

AAAH, IMAGINE ARNO BEING ALL SMUG ABOUT IT. Like, you're both at a gala somewhere and you try to lose him in the crowd, not wanting to deal with his possessive behavior but no matter how many people are in the way, Arno uses his eagle vision and pushes and shoves past people as he makes his way towards you. Just when you think you lost him, you feel his hand wrap around your wrist and pull you close and his hood is over his head, revealing nothing more than a sly grin.

#yandere assassin's creed x reader #yandere assassin's creed #ezio auditore x reader #yandere ratohnhaké:ton x reader #ratonhnhaké:ton x reader #yandere ezio auditore #tw yandere #arno dorian #arno dorian x reader #yandere arno dorian x reader #yandere altaïr ibn la'ahad x reader #yandere altair x reader #altair x reader #yandere edward kenway x reader #edward kenway x reader #yandere evie frye x reader #evie frye x reader #yandere jacob frye x reader #jacob frye x reader

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desmond69miles · 16 days

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An Artists Eye

I cried many times while writing this. It's just... eugh. It's not bad but I just don't like it.

Arno finds your sexual drawings and offers to live them out with you.

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Warnings: Fluff and smut, Google translated French, oral (r receiving) fem!reader, vaginal sex/fingering, unprotected sex, creampie (I hate that word), grinding/dry humping.

Word count: 3,491. It's been awhile since I wrote something this long.

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Three years ago, you had the pleasure of Arno knocking you over. The streets of Paris had been bustling one fall morning, and you were late to a client meeting, scuttling down the street with your sketches haphazardly secured in your arms. You weren't looking - or maybe you were but didn't process it in time - when a man walked straight into you. It was somewhat theatrical--your papers flew up as you fell down. The man immediately bent down to help collect your sketches while muttering apologies, but it was too late; a good majority of your work had fluttered straight into a muddy puddle you narrowly missed.

As the brunette picked up what papers were still preserved, you worked on dusting yourself off. Once the two of you stood, you finally looked at the man's face, one of his gloved hands moving to push his hood back. "Je suis vraiment désolé, madame," he said, "I'll buy you a new stack of sketching papers." You blinked at his offer - somewhat distracted by his handsome face - and politely rejected it. "Non, c'est bon. I wasn't looking where I was going." The man nodded and handed you back your work, dismissing himself with a slight nod and smile before disappearing back into the crowd. You stood there for a few seconds while people passed you, their shoulders occasionally bumping yours, and you moved to put the papers in your messenger bag.

A few days later, the man randomly arrived at your door around eleven at night. When you opened the door, you were no less than shocked - he actually brought you a new stack of sketch paper! Then you asked yourself, how did he find my house? "Bonsoir Madame," he said. His brown eyes danced over your face, the same you had done when he knocked you over, and he extended his hand with the cartridge paper that was wrapped in a thin cloth to keep from dirtying. You take it from him, and your mouth flubbed open in search of some words. Finally, you decided on nothing more than an awkward "Merci... May I get your name?" The man chuckled, "Arno Dorian, and yours, madame?" Arno repeated your name once you said it, nodding along in confirmation. He left after denying your offer for coffee with a goodnight, and after you returned to your sofa, you undid the covers to the paper.

A small card with a fancy gold trim sat on the stock. You turned it around and looked at the fancy swirls of writing--If you wish for more paper, run into me at Café Théâtre. You couldn't help the wide smile that formed on your face.

Now, it will be your and Arno's second anniversary in a day.

You sat in front of your easel that held up your latest work, and one of your hands mixed up a beautiful blue on the wooden pallet held by your other hand. It was seven-ish, the sun hazily setting in the dimming sky, and the warm air of summer blew through the open windows of Arno's chambers. The ambient buzz of crickets and the fuel of early nightlife gave way to your soft humming of a lullaby. Occasionally, you'd hear the claps from the Cafe down below, a recitation of Hamlet playing tonight, and you've seen the show so much that you found yourself rehearsing the lines to yourself every so often. Your fingers plucked through your paintbrush jar until you found a suitable one and began to paint the shading colors of Arno's coat. Shading was the last thing that needed to be done, an easy task that could be completed quickly.

Arno was indeed your favorite subject to draw. Often, when you found yourself unable to sleep, you sketched him while he was resting--or when you found yourself with free time, you drew his body's familiar lines and curves in practice. Sometimes, these anatomical figures found themselves in... precarious positions, such as in nude drawings. Those were your personal favorites, your sexual admiration for him going past just intercourse, but that sketchpad had been stowed away in the very back of your closet in a box. Hiding your drawings wasn't something you liked; you were proud of your work, and you didn't shy away from drawing nude bodies. In fact, Élise's favorite work of yours was of a sexually deviant nun she had nicknamed 'The Sin.' But, you always hesitated to show Arno the drawings and paintings you have done of him. Neither of you was sure why; you argued they weren't perfect, and Arno argued you were worried that he'd judge (in truth, you were a little more than embarrassed to show the numerous sexual positions you had put your lover and yourself in through pencil).

However, you decided to face that embarrassment with your second anniversary, hence your eagerness to finish this portrait of your lover. Hours had ticked by reasonably quickly, and soon enough, you heard the grandfather clock chime twelve times, indicating the strike of midnight. You pause to look over your final work and give a more than satisfied smile, grabbing the canvas sheet you had and covering the painting so Arno didn't see it (you also had to make sure he didn't peek; he seemed fond of doing that). Your hands had been stained with colors, and your apron had a few new splotches--you didn't mind, but you still hung up your apron carefully for washing and quickly scrubbed your hands clean.

With your hands a tad bit achy from the repeated holding of brushes, you stripped yourself of the painter's gown. You didn't even bother with a chemise or undergarments and instead grabbed one of Arno's button-up shirts that had a smear of purple paint. The mark was seemingly impossible to get out of the cotton, so he had unofficially gifted it to you, telling you that he'd wear it if you ever wanted to fling paint at him again. You grabbed one of the two pillows Arno claimed and tucked one between your thighs for comfort--the pillow usually replaced by his thigh. That, sadly, was the reality of being with an assassin; most nights, he wasn't around to fall asleep with. Thankfully, it seemed like you always woke up in his arms, your lover either sleeping soundly or admiring you.

You heard the chime of 12:30 on the grandfather clock before you shut your eyes for the night and fell asleep.

Awaking in the morning was a chore. The bed was so warm, cradling you like your mother did when you were a babe, and when you shuffled to get comfortable, an arm tightened around your waist. A knowing smirk cast onto your lips - Arno was back and pressed tightly to you. "Arno," you whisper, quiet enough so he could hear if he were awake. No response. Good, you hoped he was asleep - allowing you to get up and prepare your present for him.

So, carefully, to not wake him up, you moved Arno's arm from off of you and gingerly rolled out of bed, slowly standing up so as not to make the wood creak. Once your feet were planted on the cool floor, you stretched fully before walking away from the bed. Your easel still sat in the same position with the canvas sheet covering it; the oak stook pushed out to the side with a dirty jar of brushes resting on top of it. You noted that Arno had closed the windows and drawn the curtains, only slivers of sun peeking through. You first moved to open them just a tad so the chambers would be more illuminated--mainly so you wouldn't topple over something. Then, you moved over to your easel.

You took a deep breath and hoped that it looked okay after drying. Your hands gently took the cover off, and for the second time, you smiled proudly, hands clasped together. It wasn't alright; it was... almost perfect. Something was missing, and you couldn't put your finger on it. Then, it dinged in your brain. The drawing of us! You made your way back to the bed, but instead of getting in, you opened the dresser beside it and rummaged around until you found your trusted sketchbook. You flipped through it until you found the page already torn out and signed with a small love note. You paused, though, and your tummy did a flutter.

You forgot about this drawing. It was one of the first sexual ones you drew, a rather raunchy drawing of none other than Arno laid on his stomach, arms wrapped around a faceless woman's thighs and his face pressed to her cunt. This was still when you were too ashamed to draw yourself in these drawings - hence the faceless woman - but it made you fuzzy.

It wasn't like you and your boyfriend never had sex; quite the opposite. Many nights you had been spent on the bed, Arno deep inside you while some serious French kissing went on (not to mention the time when Arno's mentor had walked in on you deepthroating the brunette's cock in none other than the Assassin's base under Cafe Theatre, but you're too embarrassed to talk about it. You still get hot when you hear Bellec calling Arno 'pisspot'). While you've had amazing sex, you've never got the confidence to ask for oral. Arno offered it, but you said no; what if you taste bad or do something Arno doesn't like? The thought of a mouth down there always intimidated you, but that doesn't mean you haven't fantasized about it.

You were so caught up in staring at the drawing that you jumped when a loud crash came from outside, dropping the sketchbook onto the floor. "Merde," you almost immediately cussed, recoiling your foot from the damage of your toes being hit by the journal. It was enough to wake Arno up, and while you bent down to retrieve the book, he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "Everything alright, cherie?" He said, and you were startled like you were caught doing something bad. "Oui, sorry to wake you." Arno gave you an understanding smile, sliding to the edge of the bed and leaning forward to find your waist. You tucked the sketchpad to your chest as he pulled you in for an embrace, his face resting between your shoulder blades.

"What were you drawing?" Arno muttered, and you tensed for a moment. "Sketches, love, it's nothing too important." You replied, and he hummed. "Everything is important when made by you." You didn't protest when his hand snaked from your hip up to your hands, his fingers grasping the edge of the book and pulling it free. His head moved back but still rested against you, and you heard him chuckle. Your face warmed, and for a moment, you willed the floor to open up and swallow you or for you to turn into a gnat and fly away.

"Is this woman you?" He asked, and you quietly said no. "Then you envision me eating another woman out?" You let out a defeated breath, shoulders slumping. "Non, it is me."

"But you did not draw your face?"

"It was awkward."

"Ah, then we should make it less awkward. Experiencing it may give you confidence."

Your head turns to peer at him from behind your shoulder. He has a cheeky grin that he knew he was doing - and you chewed your lips. "It's our anniversary, too. How will I marry you if I've never tasted you?" You blinked and chose to ignore the marriage comment, but as he pulled you into his lap, you knew you weren't getting out of this one too quickly. "I've heard from other women that it's relaxing if that quells your worry." One of his hands slides up your thigh and rests near the apex of your legs, thumb rubbing small circles into your flesh, and he kisses your cheek. You turn your body, legs swinging to rest on the bed and lean into Arno. He gives you a sweet look, brown eyes filled with what could only be described as love, and kisses your lips. He didn't get far once he pulled away; your hand brought him back in.

Your fingers undo the red ribbon, keeping Arno's hair tied while he bites your bottom lip teasingly. Once his hair was free and you could run your fingers through it, you allowed his tongue to slip past your lips and tangle with his. He tasted faintly of expensive red wine, and you drank the groan he let when your nails scratched his scalp. The hand resting on your thigh slid under the shirt you wore, warm fingertips running over your curves. Your noses bumped accidentally when you moved to tug on the buttons of his nightshirt, and neither of you went too far from the other. Your breaths still mingled as his hands aided yours in tugging his shirt off, the fabric falling onto the floor. Arno then moved both of you, so now you were lying against the pillows with your lover hovering above you. You exchange soft, loving smiles, eyes studying each other. Your hands ran down Arno's arms and rested against his wrists.

"Do you want to try oral?" He asked, genuinely curious, and you pondered. "Will you go slow?" You query, and you get your answer with the gentle, warming kiss Arno places against your forehead and then lips. His hands grab a pillow you are not resting on, and he says to lift your hips. You comply without question, and Arno slides the pillow under your butt, then moves your thighs apart so he can adequately slot himself in between them. The pillow gave a perfect angle for his hips to slot against yours, his semi-hard cock pressed into your inner thigh, and you could feel the wettening of your folds.

His lips find yours for a small kiss before he moves to your neck, sucking in a few light marks that can be hidden, and one of his hands trails down your body to your stomach, resting there patiently until you give the go-ahead. The attention placed on your pulse point made you let out a quiet whimper, and you circled your arms around Arno's shoulders so you could tug his body closer to yours. His bodily warmth was nothing short of what you called home, the south trail of his hand at your happy whisper of 'more,' the press of his thumb against your clit--it gave an almost sentimental feel.

There was loving, and then there was loving.

And he loved you like you loved him.

The way Arno loved you was nothing short of amazing? Spectacular? supercalifragilisticexpialidocious? There was no word for the way he treated you.

After slicking his fingers in your cunt, he pressed a final kiss to your lips before descending your body, leaving kisses every place he could reach. You shifted awkwardly once you two were positioned like the drawing--Arno on his stomach, his cheek pressed into your thigh, hands holding your legs apart. You did have to admit that it was an ego boost to see your lover between your legs with such a hungry look in his eyes. Arno pressed a kiss to where your thigh meets your leg, impossibly close to your cunt, and you felt his breath over your puffy clit. It caused you to shift your hips, a hand coming to rest on his, and Arno peeked up at you from his position.

Your insides became mush--there was absolutely no right for him to look heavenly, and you moaned as his index finger teased against your slit. "Do you want me to?" Arno asked, dipping his finger inside, teasingly curling in a way that he knew wouldn't feel terribly pleasurable. You debated--a new experience and most likely an intense orgasm, or you'll have to listen to your girlfriends rave about cunnilingus without knowing what to say next time you all met up. Most, if not all, your nerves of appearance had vanished and instead replaced by the anxious want of indulgence. Arno pushed his finger deeper, pulling back and repeating those actions slowly, awaiting your response.

"Mhm, oui. I'd like you to."

Arno smiled, and when he exhaled, you wiggled at the cool air against your warm cunt. "Merci," he hummed and leaned in, pressing his lips to your clit. Arno was gentle at first, careful not to overwhelm you. The rough pad of Arno's tongue pressed flat against your clit, and he let you move your hips, allowing you to draw your pleasure in what felt good. Once he thought that you had enough of a taste, his hands moved to your hips and pushed them down into the pillow. Your hands moved between Arno's resting ones or his head, moaning loudly when he sucked your clit with fervor. "Dieu," you exasperatedly said. Your thighs closed around Arno's head, not tight enough to hurt him but snug enough to keep him there, eyes closing when the tip of the pink muscle drew figure eights on your cunt. His finger slipped back in, this time pumping with a little more vigor, and when he curled them just right, that beautiful edge came into feel.

"S'il te plaît, oh mon Dieu, s'il te plaît," you whined and swore you could feel Arno smile into you. Your hips rocking against his face as well as your thighs clamped tight around his head, caused a slight burn from his stubble, but, shit, you couldn't care as long as he kept going. Arno's lips move up once again and slurp your clit, and "There, fuck! There, Arno, don't stop!" pours out from you. Another finger adds to your wet hole, and he gives a rough suckle just before you send hurdling over the crescendo of an orgasm. Arno lets you ride it out by grinding on his face, his nose bumping your clit in delicious aftershocks, and you eventually come down enough to release Arno's head from your thighs.

His head popped up from between your thighs, and he crawled up, bouncing down onto the bed beside you. One of Arno's hands rested on your stomach, and he asked, "How was it?" You gave a weak chuckle, "Le meilleur, fuck, the best."

"Another round?" He suggested.

"Always another round." You enforce.

Before Arno could move, you crawled on top of him and gently pushed your hips down so your saliva-and-slick-ridden cunt pressed perfectly against his hard cock. He gave that devilish smirk, hands finding your waist to push the nightshirt over your head, and you moaned as his hips met yours with equal enthusiasm. In more-or-less semi-clothed dance, you rocked against each other until Arno's hands slowed you, one going to slightly push you back just so he could free himself from his now wet undergarments. The fabric didn't get farther than his knees before you scooted back up and took him in your hand, running the head of his cock through your folds. After a few teasing passes, his tip catches your hole, and you slowly - yet easily - sink onto him. Once your lower half was pressed against his pelvis once more, Arno gave a few shallow thrusts and cupped one of your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and playing with your nipple.

A few more seconds passed, and with a quick kiss to Arno's forehead, you tensed your thighs, hands pressing against his chest, and you began to set a steady rhythm of riding him. Your lover met your thrusts halfway with quick motions that effectively created a shlick shlick when either of you moved. The friction inside you felt good but just not enough to reach climax again, and Arno knowing this, moved his fingers to rub small circles against your clit. Arno cursed and rolled his head back onto the pillows. You watched his Adam’s apple bob with each thick swallow, and his thrusts became unsynced--a tale tail sign of impending orgasm.

With a few more messy thrusts, Arno pulled your hips flush to his and spilled deep inside of you. The warmth of his cum had made you unexpectedly orgasm, toes curling as you moaned. You stayed still and savored the moment, your spine failing to keep you upright, so you lay down on Arno's chest instead. Arno rolled over onto his side and took you with him, grabbing the closest blanket and covering you both up to keep from getting cold.

"Je t'aime," Arno whispers against your hair, and you softly hummed. "Je t'aime plus," you countered, but he won the battle with an "I love you the most."

"I peeked at the painting," he said after a peaceful silence, "I love it. You'll have to paint me nude next time."

#arno dorian x reader #Arno Dorian #Arno Dorian smut #assassins creed x reader #assassins creed smut #lynns posts

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etherealsdreaming · 1 year

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When You Both Realize You Love Eachother 💙

Altair Ibn La’Ahad

💙 You: The mission was simple. Splitting up you would take care of the lieutenant and him the captain. Meeting at the rendezvous point you waited anxiously for his arrival. When he finally climbed up you sighed in relief. He asked if you succeeded. But before you could get a word out you saw the guard pulling back the bow. Panicked and desperate, you pushed Altair to the ground and laid atop him before it could hit. He looked at you in question then to the side, while your focus remained on his; he rolled over, atop you and threw a throwing knife at him. You were in a daze and a blushing mess as it happened all at once. Standing up he forcefully pulled you up and along with him as you both headed towards the Bureau. Arriving without anymore witnesses he turned around and lectured you for spacing off. Not paying attention you started to understand why you felt so panicked when it came to him and your lack of focus. Even when furious at you, you couldn’t help but be consumed into those amber eyes of his as your heart beat faster at your proximity to him.

💙 Him: After becoming the new mentor he could never understand why he was so inclined in having you help him rather than attend missions by yourself. It was only when you helped him with his paperwork much to your dismay in wanting more missions did he stare at you in wonder. As he watched you focused in on your work he found himself drawn to you and wanting to say something, anything. He started to realize the possibility of his feelings as he hasn’t felt them in such a long time till you came into his life. That’s when it all changed and he wants nothing more than to keep you by his side.

Ezio Auditore

💙 You: You joined in on his mission by being displayed as a couple to gain information. Despite your protests of dancing he pulled you to the dance floor. You were anxious never the best at dancing, seeing this his thumb rubbed circles along your back reassuring, he said to keep your eyes on him and nothing else. You did exactly as he said and found his slow and easy pace helping you adjust and eventually it almost seemed as if everything around you disappeared leaving only you and him to exist. As you continued with the steps, keeping your eyes locked on him, you found yourself blushing and realizing those feelings you thought you left behind once were real and true even to this day.

💙 Him: It was after a dangerous mission when you helped Ezio’s injured body onto the bed. Soaked in his blood you panicked about the amount he lost and refused to leave his side despite the doctor ushering you out. For weeks you cared for him through his fevers and pain. Even when he awoke at last you helped feed him, change his bandages and regain his strength. Being his greatest strength against it all. It was only when Caterina made an appearance did he hear your angry voice. Sitting up wincing at the pain in his side he slowly got up and shuffled his way to the hallway. He watched as you yelled at Caterina about the way she has treated him and the fact she never once came to visit him, care for him like she did in his weakest moments. Caterina gave a horrified yet angry expression, turning her heel and walking away. As he attempted to move back to his room he heard you rush towards him to help. He stared as you fussed over him and apologized for disturbing his rest. But in his mind he started to wonder, hope and question himself. All this time he has followed and vyed for another woman’s attention and left with many lonely nights and heartbreaks. With none more caring and attentive as the support you have given him today. He realized how blind he was before and now hoped to return those actions with his own and that maybe just maybe he would finally have someone to love.

Connor Kenway

💙 You: You were taking your time exploring the forest and most importantly practicing your climbing skills. But after a few hours of not returning home did Connor come looking for you. Startled by his voice you misstepped and found yourself caught in his arms. You blushed at the close proximity, sheepishly looked at him. Slowly he let you out of his arms and headed home in complete silence. It was then you started to realize the reasoning behind your feelings and actions as of late.

💙 Him: You joined Connor on his sea explorations. As he took command of his ship he looked down admiring the way the wind blew through your beautiful tresses. He saw the wonder in your eyes and the smile plastered on your face. Lost in thought he soon heeded what everyone has told him, the very love he had for you.

Arno Dorian

💙 You: Completing a mission rarely goes as planned. So when you find yourself being chased, pulled into a small hiding spot and pressed against Arno does the atmosphere change. You lean your head against his shoulder, breathing him in as his arms encircle your waist, keeping a watchful gaze out for danger. In that very moment you find your heart stuttering with a longing for him is when you knew you fell deep.

💙 Him: Getting rejected by Elise was one of the most painful experiences aside from losing you as a friend. Drinking away his sorrows in the memorable place of Versailles, until when he encountered you. Slowly he found himself taken care of by the very person he used to call friend. But it was only now that he started to realize all the longing he’s held deep within his heart was not for her but you.

#arno dorian #altair ibn la ahad #altair x reader #arno x reader #connor kenway #connor kenway x reader #ezio auditore #ezio x reader #assassins creed #ac preferences #ac headcanons

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crazymr · 9 months

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sorry for not posting today, here I have the characters I will DEFINITELY draw in this blog and will post in my TikTok ofc:

Arno is definitely not my favorite just because he looks like one of my boyfriends

I'll surely be adding more fandoms (and my ocs) but not today, i'm too tired of drawing human faces (cuz fk it's not easy at all)

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honestly-oceanie · 1 year

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YOU PUT ME ON AND SAID I WAS YOUR FAVORITE || soft bois edition pt.3

Synopsis: drawing something(s) on their arm/wrist/hands

《Ijekiel Alpheus, Felix Robane, Isis de Elmir, Erden Astar Halstead, Erudian Lu Soledo Belgoat, Cassian Eckard, Felix Chamberlain, Anakin, Zachary de Arno, Kiyu Ahn | gn!reader》

{Fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

I Have Become The Hero's Rival/Your Ultimate Love Rival

Felix Chamberlain

🦋 You were at the Chamberlain's manor, just slouching on their couch, all bored.

"What's the matter? Why do you seem to be sulking?"

🦋 Felix's sudden appearance made you jump out of your skin.

🦋 You were currently at their manor as per Claudia's request. She had ask you to come to their house to hang out, however, an hour had past but she still hasn't arrive. You had asked their servants yet they all say the same thing: "I don't know, My Lady."

🦋 You and Felix have been friends since childhood, thus you always talk to him informally and freely.

"Felix! Just right on time. Do you know where your sister possibly could be?"

"She left with Irene an hour ago."

"What?! But I did not saw them."

🦋 Felix just shrugged and you sighed. Those girls are really something, you thought. You stood up and was heading to the door but Felix stop you by grabbing your wrist.

"You're leaving, just like that? But you're already here."

"Exactly. I am here but Claudia and Irene are not here."

"But I am here, [Name]."

🦋 He saw a pen and grabbed it. "Lets have our own fun. We hadn't done this for a long time." he said. And he was right. Drawing on each other had always been a favorite hobby between the two of you, despite the scolding you'll receive later it was worth it.

🦋 You just gave him a closed eyed smile and agreed, "Alright."

🦋 Felix made sure to take a mental note to thank his sister and Irene later for helping him.

Kill The Villainess

Anakin

🦋 After finishing his part, I realized that it was the same as the one I had previously written with another character and unfortunately I have no more ideas for him. But I promise to write for him next time. If I get any idea that is.

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Marriage of Convenience

Zachary de Arno

"Count de Arno"

🦋 You were outside playing with Nikola, having the time of your lives. Meanwhile, the Count was just staring of at his window, watching you smiling so wide and laughing so carefree.

"Would you like to take a break?"

🦋 Vincent's voice pulled him out of his trance.

"I can call for Our Lady to come here—if you'd like."

"No, no, there is no need to."

🦋 He immediately rejected the idea. Although he would like to spend some time with you, he didn't want for your happiness to be put onto halt. He does notice you becoming stiff and guarded around his presence. He honestly just wants you to feel comfortable around him like how you are currently with the little boy.

🦋 He feels it's very embarrasing and won't ever admit it but he did feel a little envious of the child you were giggling with.

🦋 He cleared his throat along with his thoughts then proceded with his work.

🦋 A little while after, he heard the door open and immediately looked up and he saw you.

"Um... s-sorry to interrupt you work I– "

"It's alright. What brings you here?"

🦋 You gave him his dinner. You asked Vincent about the Count as he was nowhere to be seen during dinner and you got worried for him. You decided to stay at his office until he finish his meal and he didn't object, wishing to spend some time with you. However, both of you were stuck in an awkward silence, neither knowing what to do nor say.

🦋 You saw an extra pen on his desk and out of habit you picked it up and started drawing on your hand, the Count just watching you quietly. After you were satisfied, you look up to see if the Count has finished his meal but instead you both locked eyes, after realization you both looked away.

🦋 You sighed, this time you decided to have courage, it's not like the Count will eat you out alive.

"You know Count, whenever I feel stressed out I woukd usually do this. It relaxes me and I also love to make arts."

🦋 Your oh so charming smile made the Zachary's heart skip a beat. Without thinking, he placed his arm in front of you.

"You can draw on mine too." He says with a little redness on his cheeks.

🦋 You were shock at first, but then chuckled and proceded to do as he said.

🦋 Zachary just looked at you with fondness evident on his eyes. This little moment will always remain forever on him.

Bonus:

Your Smile Is A Trap

Kiyu Ahn

🦋 this was only suppose to be historical manhwa's but I can't resist him. He must me protected at all times🥺

🦋 Kiyu doesn't want to be bothered with this idol thingy anymore. You know that and you respect his decision.

🦋 You were Kiyu's first friend at school, you sat behind him and since he was a new student you thought about helping him adjust. The more time you two spent together, the more the friendship blossom and eventually, you both started dating, only your families knows about this and you both prefer it this way.

🦋 That was until, his identity and real face was revealed. It was a hot mess and Kiyu is feeling pressured and you can see that so you decided to help him ease atleast.

"Kiyu, your hand." you gestured and he complied.

🦋 You picked up a colored marker that was beside you and started drawing on his face. He was surprise but sit still. That was until you started chuckling, he felt a little suspicious and ran to get a mirror.

"[Name]!!!" he screamed your name while you just laughed hysterically.

🦋 You finally calmed down after he returned with a cute pout on his face.

"Oh c'mon! We can always erase that. Here, you can draw on mine too."

🦋 Without hesistation, he picked up a colored marker and started drawing on you. Then it turn into a contest between you two.

🦋 Kiyu was clearly having fun, now the one laughing hysterically at your messy form eventhiugh he was on the same state.

🦋 Seeing him like this made you smile so wide, this was the Kiyu you know, the Kiyu you fell in love with. Having him return to his happy and innocent self made you feel relief, you hoped everyday could just like be this happy and carefree.

"What? *chuckle* why do you look like that?" He asked.

"Nothing, I'm just happy whenever I'm with you. Stop worrying about the others for now and lets have fun, yeah?"

🦋 Kiyu smiled at you gratefully. He felt really lucky to have you, he was blessed with an understanding and caring partner, what more could he ask for.

-honestly, Oceanie-

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jewels-writes · 1 year

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Sacrificed Love (Arno Dorian x Reader)

Prompt: Self Sacrifice Pairing: Arno Dorian x Reader Warnings: Blood, near-death, hurt/comfort. self sacrifice, angst

As you stealthily made your way through the dimly lit alleyways, the tension in the air was palpable. Every step was calculated, every breath taken with caution. The echoes of your footsteps reverberated against the worn cobblestone streets as you neared the Templar hideout.

Sensing danger lurking around every corner, you and Arno exchanged knowing glances, a silent reassurance passing between you. The anticipation mounted as you approached the building, the sound of muffled voices and clanking weapons growing louder with each passing moment.

Drawing closer to the entrance, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. You reached out, grasping Arno's hand tightly. It was a gesture of unity, a reminder that you were in this together.

With a nod, you shared a wordless agreement and burst through the doors, ready to face the enemy head-on. Chaos erupted as the battle ensued, the clash of steel against steel filling the air. The room was a blur of flashing blades, desperate maneuvers, and the acrobatic prowess that defined both of you.

You fought with unwavering determination, skillfully dispatching the Templar soldiers that stood in your way. Arno's movements were a fluid dance of deadly precision, while you unleashed your own formidable arsenal of combat techniques.

But even as you fought valiantly, the odds began to tip against you. Reinforcements poured in, their numbers overwhelming. It was clear that the Templars had been prepared for your intrusion, and the situation grew dire.

Despite the mounting danger, you and Arno fought side by side, a seamless synergy between you. Your unspoken bond fueled your strength and resilience. The battle raged on, each passing moment intensifying the stakes.

But as the skirmish reached its climax, a series of unfortunate events unfolded. A well-aimed blow caught you off guard, knocking you off balance. The world spun around you as you staggered, your vision momentarily blurred.

In that split second of vulnerability, the Templars seized the opportunity. They closed in on you, weapons raised, a menacing glint in their eyes. You were outnumbered, and it seemed that escape was impossible.

Arno, his face etched with concern and determination, lunged forward, his blades slicing through the air with lethal precision. He fought ferociously, his movements fueled by a deep-seated protectiveness for you. But even his remarkable skills couldn't fend off the onslaught.

Cornered and defenseless, you could feel the weight of the impending danger pressing down upon you. Arno's voice rang out, a mixture of desperation and determination. "Stay behind me!" he shouted, his eyes locked with yours.

The seconds ticked by in agonizing slow motion as Arno valiantly fought to shield you. The clash of steel against steel reverberated through the chamber, the chaos of battle engulfing you both.

As the enemy realized they were outnumbered, they took advantage of the chaos and confusion to slip away from Arno's grasp. They darted towards a nearby alleyway, deftly evading Arno's attempts to catch them. You heard the enemy call for reinforcements and your stomach dropped as you looked over to Arno.

His voice pierced through the chaos, urgency etched in every word. "Quickly, behind the wall!" he exclaimed, his eyes darting around the room for an escape route.

With a surge of adrenaline, you sprinted towards the nearest wall, Arno close behind. You pressed your back against the cold stone, your breaths coming in short, rapid bursts. Arno positioned himself beside you, his presence a comforting shield.

The enemy's call for reinforcements worked and you suddenly heard the approaching footfalls of the enemy coming closer. The sound grew louder and closer, sending shivers down your spine. The enemy was closing in, their intent clear.

Arno's grip tightened on his hidden blades, his fingers flexing with anticipation. His eyes met yours, conveying a silent reassurance amidst the mounting danger. The two of you were in this together, come what may.

The footsteps drew nearer, and the tension in the air grew unbearable. Arno's jaw clenched, his gaze fixated on the approaching threat. His mind raced, formulating a plan to ensure your survival.

You grasped his hand tightly, and your voice trembled as you spoke. "Arno," you say, the words caught in your throat. "I have an idea."

Arno's gaze met yours, his expression was grave. "What is it?" he asks, his voice laced with worry.

"I can create a distraction," you explain, determination coloring your tone. "It might buy us enough time to escape."

"No," Arno insists, shaking his head. "We'll find another way. We'll fight our way out of this together."

But you knew time was running out. "We don't have time," you pressed, urgency in your voice. "Listen to me. I can do this. I'll create a diversion and draw their fire away from you. Use that opportunity to get away, Arno."

His eyes widened in disbelief, and his grip on your hand tightened. "No, I won't leave you," he protested. "I can't lose you."

You meet his gaze with a resolute stare. "It's the only way," you say firmly. "Promise me you'll get out of here alive."

A flicker of pain crossed Arno's features, but after a moment, he nodded. "I promise," he whispered.

With that promise echoing in your ears, you turned and sprinted into the open, your heart pounding in your chest. The sound of gunfire filled the air as you zigzagged, doing your best to avoid the bullets that rained down upon you.

Reaching the center of the courtyard, you shouted, drawing their attention. They opened fire, and you felt the sting of bullets piercing your flesh. The pain was excruciating, but you pushed through it, sprinting towards them.

In the distance, you caught sight of Arno and the others fleeing to safety. Relief flooded your being. You succeeded; you saved them.

But then darkness enveloped you.

The smoke from the battle still hung in the air as Arno frantically searched the battlefield. His heart pounded in his chest, fear gripping his every thought. The deafening sounds of swords clashing and cries of pain echoed in his ears, but he couldn't focus on anything else but finding you.

His mind replayed the moment when he last saw you, the moment you bravely threw yourself into danger to protect him. It felt like an eternity had passed since then, and the weight of worry threatened to suffocate him.

Arno's steps were urgent as he moved among fallen soldiers and broken weapons, his eyes scanning the chaos for any sign of you. His breath caught in his throat as he glimpsed a motionless figure lying on the ground.

With a surge of hope and dread, he rushed to your side, falling to his knees beside you. His trembling hands reached out to touch your face, his heart aching at the sight of blood staining your clothes.

"Please, don't let it be too late," he whispered, his voice choked with anguish.

Gently, he cradled your head, feeling the shallow rise and fall of your chest. Relief washed over him as he realized you were still breathing, albeit weakly. Tears welled in his eyes, a mixture of grief and gratitude.

Arno's hands moved with care, checking for any life-threatening injuries. He vowed to do everything in his power to save you, to mend the wounds you had suffered in his stead. His touch was tender, his movements deliberate as he assessed the extent of your injuries.

As he worked, his mind was flooded with a flurry of emotions. Guilt gnawed at him, the weight of the sacrifices you had made for him crashing down upon his shoulders. The fear of losing you threatened to consume him, a haunting reminder of how fragile life could be.

Minutes turned into eternity as Arno worked tirelessly, using his knowledge of first aid to stabilize your condition. With each bandage he applied and each gentle touch, his determination to see you through this ordeal grew stronger.

Finally, as the chaos of battle subsided, Arno held you in his arms, his gaze fixed on your peaceful face. The weight of the world lifted from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of relief that you were still here, fighting to hold on.

"I'm here, mon amour," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of love and gratitude. "Stay with me."

Arno pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, vowing to protect you with every ounce of his being. He would never take your presence for granted again, cherishing each breath you took, each beat of your heart.

And as the sun set on the battlefield, casting its warm glow upon the wounded, Arno held you close, his arms a shield against the horrors of the world. In that moment, he knew that together, you would face whatever challenges lay ahead, hand in hand, and heart to heart.

When you finally awaken, you find yourself lying on a soft bed, your gaze meeting Arno's worried eyes. His hand clasps yours gently, and he urges you to remain still.

"Rest," he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of relief and concern. "You're safe now."

Confusion clouds your mind as you inquire, "What happened?"

Arno's voice is filled with emotion as he explains, "You were shot. But we managed to get you out of there. You're going to be alright."

A weak smile tugs at your lips, tears glistening in your eyes. "I did it, didn't I?"

Arno nods, a soft smile gracing his face. "You did. You saved us all."

Contentment washes over you as you surrender to sleep once more. In that moment, you know you made the right choice. No matter the risk, you would always go to any lengths to protect Arno, and you're grateful that you succeeded in keeping him safe.

#Arno Dorian #Arno #Self sacrifice #whump #angst #hurt/comfort #near death #tw #x reader #arno x reader #arno dorian x reader #happy ending #cornered #assassins creed #ac #ac unity #assassins creed unity #arno assassins creed #assassins creed arno dorian

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Waiting for Castlevania Nocturne, while also thinking the idea of a potential crossover with Assassin’s Creed given the French Revolution timeline

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kiatheinsomniac · 7 months

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hi kia :) are you doing ok? i hope you are queen 💃 I was wondering if you could write how the assassins (altair, ezio, connor, arno, jacob) would react to a reader who suddenly passed out after standing up too fast 😭 it happened to me yesterday and it made me laugh so hard afterwards like thats the goofiest way to pass out ever 💀 iron deficiency queen 👏

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: bestie mood. i stand up too quickly and immediately go semi-blind and have to lean on things for support lol 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: altaïr, ezio, ratonhnhaké:ton | connor, arno, jacob 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

｡･:*˚:✧｡ altaïr ibn-la'ahad

♡ he's got the fastest reflexes you've ever seen, he's lunging to catch you so you don't fall or hit your head. He immediately checks that you're still breathing and will cup your face in his hands and give firm pats to your cheeks while talking loudly to you, trying to pull you back to consciousness

♡ when he finds out why you've passed out, he's immediately reprimanding you and sending you to go and eat enough nutritious foods.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ ezio auditore

♡ he wasn't quick enough to catch you yes this is based on how quick you have to be to interact with the game or you don't get to hug Leonardo sobs but he does immediately check you over for injury, your head being the first he checks. He lays you on your back with your head in his lap as he waits the few moments it takes for you to return to consciousness

♡ he immediately begins to ask how you feel and if anywhere hurts and wants to know if you're sick or if you've been eating or drinking enough. He'll pick you up bridal style and cook you a meal himself if it's older Ezio but younger Ezio will lay you down somewhere cosy while he sends for a servant to cook for you.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ ratonhnhaké:ton | connor kenway

♡ he won't show it but he panics. He's watched his village be burned to the ground as a child and his life's work revolves around killing people so when he sees you drop to the floor, his first though isn't that you've fainted but that you've died.

♡ he soon gets over that moment of gut-wrenching panic though and comes to his senses, immediately checking you over for injury, checking your temperature and your breathing. He sets you down somewhere comfortable, assuming you're now on your way to bruising from hitting the ground. He makes sure that you get plenty to eat and drink, trying to use the most nutritious ingredients he can for you.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ arno dorian

♡ another one who panics due to childhood trauma: when he sees someone laid on the floor like that, for a moment, that awful memory of his father flashes before his eyes. He's not so good at hiding his concern as Connor is though. The panic is evident in his voice as he calls out to you and dashes to your side.

♡ Arno knows to make sure that you haven't hit your head or anything and he sets your head in his lap while he waits for you to regain consciousness. When your eyes do open again and you look up at him, you'll see teary eyes and shaking hands on him. But he's just relieved you're ok. You'll get a very pointed tongue-lashing from him following by him insisting on making sure you're well-fed and hydrated

｡･:*˚:✧｡ jacob frye

♡ with quick reflexes and his very extroverted personality, Jacob is either fast enough to catch you or surrounded by some Rooks who he can call to so they can break your fall if he's too far. His first worry is that you're overworking yourself so he makes sure you get a break from work

♡ cannot cook to save his life so he's had to go out and order food to bring back for you (or he's begged Evie to cook for which he now owes her many favours) but he insists that you eat and drink well to recover

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Vampire Arno Dorian

You had feelings for Arno, but you felt like there was always something stopping you from getting close. You didn't want to rush things and let it take its course.

It was therefore a pleasant surprise when he invited you to his apartment one evening. You knew where he lived, but you never got a chance to look inside.

You sat down on the couch while Arno went to get the glasses and wine. He poured for you when the lock jingled and a woman with red hair walked in.

"Arno, here you are," she smiled at him as if they belonged together.

"Élise, what are you doing here?" he asked confused, placing the glass on the table. He looked as surprised as you.

You've heard of Élise, but you've never met her. You knew from Arno that he once had feelings for her, but he assured you a hundred times that his heart belonged only to you now.

Despite all that, your heart was throbbing now that you finally had the chance to see her. You understood what he saw in her. She looked beautiful. Like a statue, with red hair and lips.

“I see you brought me a present. That's considerate of you,” she smiled at him and walked on without answering his previous question.

“Y/N is not for you,” Arno replied coldly, stepping in front of you. Élise was taken aback for a moment before a smile spread across her face.

"I'm glad you finally started eating normally," she beamed with satisfaction. You had no idea what she was talking about. "Though I must say you still look miserable," she added a little disappointed.

"Drink from her!" she commanded him. You saw him stop and ball his hands into fists.

"Don't make me do it!" he said almost pleadingly.

"Do not say that. I know you want it," she purred contentedly and walked over to him. She caressed his cheek before taking his hand and turning him to face you. To your horror, Arno's eyes were now red and he looked like he was fighting with himself.

"Come on. Drink,” she whispered to him before giving him a slight nudge in your direction. You saw him bite his bottom lip before looking at you with a look of regret.

He walked over to you, sitting next to you before bending over you. He put one hand around your neck to tilt your head to the side. He moved the collar from your neck with his other hand before placing a soft kiss on your artery.

“Je suis désolé,” he whispered before biting your neck. It was a shock for you and the pain was only temporary, because after a while everything around you was kind of subdued. You didn't feel anything at all. After a while, your eyelids started to feel heavy and very soon you passed out.

When you finally woke up, you were still in Arn's apartment. You were lying on the couch, covered with a blanket and a pillow under your head. Was it just a dream? You sat up and gently touched your neck. You had him bandaged with Arno's red scarf. But you didn't see him anywhere.

On the table next to the couch, you noticed a folded piece of paper on which lay the pendant you had given him for his birthday. He's been telling you about it ever since that it's his protection charm.

You took the paper and opened it. It was a letter addressed to you. In it, Arno apologized to you for what happened. In the letter, he confessed that he was a vampire and that Élise was the one who created him.

He apologized to you several times there but also admitted how much you meant to him. However, he didn't want to hurt you more and expose you to the unnecessary danger he was creating. That's why he also decided that a monster like him didn't deserve to live. With that, he bid you farewell.

You didn't like this at all. Sure, he bit you, but that still didn't mean anything. You wanted to talk to him about it first, but first, you had to find him before he did something irreversible.

You were the first to head for the roof because he told you many times how he likes to admire the city from the roof and how the view calms him. Besides, if he was a vampire, he could wait there for the sunrise.

You ran out of his apartment and headed up the stairs to the roof. Out of breath, you flung the door open and a stone dropped from your heart as you saw the vampire sitting on the edge of the roof.

“You should come back,” Arno told you dejectedly, turning to you. You could see how much it bothered him.

“Only if you come back with me,” you replied and moved closer to him. Arno just shook his head and muttered something to the effect that a monster like him didn't deserve to live.

“Don't say that,” and you sat down next to him. You wanted to take his hand, but he flinched away from you. As if you should get hurt just from his skin. “It wasn't your fault…” you said softly. "And you don't even know how much it would hurt me if you died," you said honestly and you didn't want to imagine if he wasn't here anymore.

You saw on him how your words were slowly getting to him and so you took the opportunity and took his hand. You slowly approached him like a magnet until you were right next to him.

When you finally felt like you had convinced him not to give up, you hugged him. You loved him and didn't care if he was a human, a vampire, or something else.

“Merci mon amour,” he whispered to you weakly before lightly brushing his lips against the spot on your neck where he bit you and kissing you softly there. This gesture sent electricity through your veins. It was so weird but nice.

When you finally pulled away, you cupped his cheeks and looked into his eyes. "Don't ever do this to me again. You don't know how worried I was about being late,” you said.

“I promise,” he replied sincerely before taking your hand and placing a kiss on it.

After this, you finally returned to the safety of his apartment where he told you the whole truth about himself.

About the fact that he was born in the second half of the 18th century, that he lived through the great French Revolution and also about his love for Élise. However, he had no idea she was a vampire, but he didn't want to lose her at the time.

It was Élise who made him a vampire, and as his creator, there was something in him that made him obey her. It wasn't until late that he realized that what he felt for Élise wasn't love and that it wasn't what he wanted.

"I promise I won't let her ruin what we have together. Je t'aime Y/N,” he promised before kissing you.

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