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etherealsdreaming · 1 year

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The Assassins Having A Daughter ❤️

Altair Ibn La’Ahad

❤️ She’s more quiet like her father, but very attached to him. Although Altair is surprised by his daughter's hugs, he secretly enjoys it and when she grabs onto his robes, giving a small tug, begging to be held or to read her a bedtime story, melts his heart. He loves his daughter very much obviously and no one would think it with his stoic nature. The thing is it’s hard to say no to her especially when she begs him to stay home from a mission this among being the mentor at least gives him the privilege to work from masyaf. Like her father she is very intelligent yet sensitive so when she's older she doesn’t take up the gruesome task of being an assassin but works as an assistant to him. They enjoy these quiet moments together to Altair’s liking until a fellow assassin captures her time. Lets just say he had alot more missions all of a sudden.

Arno Dorian

❤️ She is daddy’s little girl, the apple of his eye and a complete girly girl. Seeing as Arno has quite the fashion sense you’d see him as the type of father to spoil his little girl with the most beautiful gowns. But he is the over protective father when it comes to other men vying for his daughter’s attention. Now as for her personality? She has quite the mischievous playful spirit, lively nature and tends to be quite witty just as her father. But she has a habit of sassing people even to the point her mother would state to Arno, “she is your daughter” something she clearly got from her father.

Ezio Auditore

❤️ Similar to Arno, his daughter can be quite rebellious, mischievous and playful. She likes to play with her father alot. So whenever Ezio goes to other places she would always follow much to his dismay, such as the time when she snuck aboard the ship in hopes for adventure and exploration. That only led to him chasing her and then lecturing her. Ezio on the other hand doesn’t want her involved with the assassin's life in any way as he had lived. But that only made her try harder to become one and a pretty strong, knowledgeable assassin for being a woman. It takes a while for Ezio to accept his daughter’s wish.

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dazed-poltergeist · 9 months

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The Scholar & The Assassin

Pairing: Arno Dorian x Reader

Warnings: None in particular.

Summary: Arno makes the Reader take a break for once as they prepare for an important assessment.

Add. Notes: I'm quite sure I have said this before, but I'm sorry if any of the Assassin's Creed characters I write about are out-of-character. I only have access to ACIII and ACIV: Black Flag, and honestly? I prefer playing first-hand instead of watching a playthrough on the internet. Now, watch me try to figure out the entire internal structure of Café Théâtre solely through Fandom Wiki screenshots-

>✉️<

{ Dude. I planned to write this in May/June to celebrate the end of the school year. I was like "why not?" and started writing the piece at the start of May. The problem? It's fucking August. I finished it after three fucking months. I'm afraid I finished this only because I felt obligated to. }

-Eero, August 2023

Masterlist ✧⁠*⁠。

"You have been working for quite a while. Can you take a break with me?"

Arno's spontaneous request caught you off-guard. You were a scholar preparing for the final exams created by your institution, and you now realized you had been studying in the memento gallery the whole morning.

"I probably should, I completely lost track of time." You responded to Arno, as you dipped your quill in the pot of ink sitting on your workspace. "Give me a moment to finish writing this down, I'll come with you in a bit."

"Will you? Put the quill back in the ink pot and simply go out for a bit with me." Arno insisted, but added with a chuckle: "It won't grow legs and escape while we are away."

You giggled at his remark as you got up from your desk. After a stretch, you cleaned up the quill and closed the lid of the ink pot. In the process, Arno left the gallery to get some more practical clothing for you.

As you were changing into the clothing Arno had brought you, he asked; "Do you know any places you want to pass by as we are out?" "I don't have any in mind," You told him, and added a question of your own, "You were the one who wanted to take a walk, though. Don't you have any ideas?"

"It never hurts to ask. But yes, I thought of going to the Café's rooftop, and it looks like that's where we are going." Arno stated, as the two of you began walking in the direction of the gallery's exit.

Once you had entered the balcony, you noticed that the weather had improved from the last moment you had taken a break. The Sun had come out and the winds had calmed down. Perfect weather for relaxing on the rooftop.

Arno swiftly climbed onto the roof, then turned to you and offered you his hand to help you up. You took it, and with a little struggle, you managed to get on the rooftop as well.

As the two of you moved away from the edge of the roof, you realized how much you envied Arno's skills as an assassin. Your inexperienced self was trying to keep up with him while he moved like he lived on the roofs.

Arno gestured you to sit next to him once you had made it to him. You obliged, and told him: "You need to teach me how to climb like that." "Like what?" He playfully questioned. Without a pause, you clapped back: "Like a roof hermit."

The man next to you burst into laughter at your blunt response. He took a moment to calm down, but finally he explained: "Learning to move the way I do takes years of practice. It's not something you can learn in one sitting. "

You sighed when Arno told you the truth about his skills. "At this point, I am probably too old to become an assassin," You told him. "You told me of a few assassins before. All of them were already related to the Brotherhood when they were children."

All Arno could do was agree with you. He was associated with the assassins since his childhood as well – his father was one.

Neither of you didn't want to dwell on that anymore, so you leaned against him, and began explaining the topics that you were revising before he offered to take a break.

He enjoyed listening to you talk about the things you studied, as you were passionate enough to dedicate a few years of your life to learn even more about it.

Arno realized shortly after that you were technically back in the state before the break – revising. He was sure to bring it up: "Wait a second! We are supposed to be taking a break from reviewing all that!"

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storytimefromthecreed · 4 years

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Happy Birthday, Mr. Dorian

Arno’s grinned spread ear to ear. His cheeks were red, and his tongue licking his lips as she climbed into his lap in only his shirt. His hands went to her hips, and she began to sway them, grinding on his crotch and feeling his harden. Arno sucked in his breath, then released it as a growl. She giggled, tilting his chin upwards. With a low groan and fluttering lashes, Arno moved as she desired. “Already?” She asked, kissing from his chin down to his neck before giving him a little bite. “I’ve not even begun.”

“What can I say?” Arno panted, his usual charming wit diluted by the waver of need in his tone. “You are a tease.”

“Oh,” she whispered in his ear, “you love being my toy.”

Unable to control himself, Arno groaned, and she took this time to slip from his lap and tug at his pants. Once freed, Arno watched with bated breath as she kissed the inside of his thighs before making her way to him.

But she never did.

“Gah! You’re such a tease!” Gripping her chin with two fingers, Arno’s voice grew husky as his eyes were dark. “Are you planning on torturing me? Today of all days?”

“If that’s what you want.” She mewed, sticking out the tip of her tongue to catch his lip, then pulling him down for a kiss. Strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her from the ground back to his lap. Her plan was to sit on his lap and take him, having become so wet she was more than ready for him.

With a quick roll, her back hit the bed and Arno was grinning atop her. His body hovered over her, and with one hand he had her wrists pinned. “Oh, that’s just what I had in mind.” Ripping off his scarf, Arno set to work binding her wrists. Once satisfied, he cocked his head to enjoy the work. “Aw, all wrapped with a bow. A truly wonderful gift.”

A shiver ran though her, and he kissed her deeply while his fingers worked on the shirt. Popping buttons until her chest was exposed, Arno left her mouth for her nipples. The cold air and thrill of their embrace made them hard, and bumps rose on her breast. Selfishly, he palmed one breast, twisting its nipple while his mouth sucked on the other. His teeth grazed the bud, and she found whimpers and moans escaping her. The sound encouraged him, and he moved from one bruised breast to bruise the other.

Biting and sucking on her, his teeth grazed against her bud and he kissed her softly there. His tongue lolled lazily against her nipple until he stopped completely. Hazel eyes flicker up to hers, and he awaited her reaction as he blew softly.

“Aa-arno.” She whimpered, feeling herself get hotter, wetter. She wiggled her hips.

Watching her move, his eyes went back to hers and giving her nipples one more kiss each, Arno kissed his way to her hips. “Guess where I learned this.” With a smirk, he slowly kissed the inside of her thighs.

“Oh you-”

Arno dove, Licking and kissing her womanhood. Grabbing her ass, Arno lifted her and buried himself into the act he loved above all else. As she ground into his face, her bound hands reached the back of his head and her fingers tangled in his hair.

At the slight pain of his hair being pulled, Arno ate deeper. Sucking sounds filled the air, and her clit was throbbing with each kiss. Heat beginning at the center of her core radiated outwards. It tinted her cheeks, made her bucks more frantic, and made her beg.

“Arno, Arno please…”

Giving a final kiss, Arno slid his fingers into her and flicked his tongue on her clit. “Ready to sing for me already?” She chewed on her bottom lip, attempting to hold out but he was chuckling. “I can see it, my love.” He played with her clit, his teeth grazing it, while curving his fingers and fucking her. “Can feel it. Sing for me, my love.” He cooed, his eyes growing dark as he set to his work. With one hand, he fingered with, with the other, he rubbed her nipple, and with his mouth, after he commanded, “Do it! Cum for me,” played with her clit.

Her legs pulled up as she came, his name frozen on her lips. Arno held fast to her, working her through, as she bucked around his fingers and face unless she panted to a stop. Then, he gave her a little laugh. Kissing her softly all the way up until he reached her lips, Arno drank her in. She was beautiful in all stages, but one of the most magical was after she’d cum. With her eyes were bright and her skin tinted, and her lips were softly parted.

Kissing them softly once more, he lay beside her and caressed her cheek. “I love you.” He breathed.

As she panted, heart hammering in her chest, she turned over to face him. “And I love you.” With that, she threw a leg over his waist and brought him close.

“Already?” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “Not that I’m complaining.”

As her answer, she rolled on top of him and rubbed her wetness over his cock. His suave demeanor changed to subservient instantly. Hands going to her hips, his wide eyes awaited her command. Hands still tied, she lowered them on his cock, stroking him slowly. A gasp escaped him, and soon a moan as she thumbed the head.

Kissing her way to his nipples, she continued stroking him as she bit. Arno flinched at once, recoiling from the pain, and his cock grew harder in her hands. Tonguing the wound, she kept her eyes on him as she licked his nipple hard before nipping it again. His hips bucked, pushing her to stroke him faster.

“Oh?” She teased his head again as she bit him again. The mix of pleasure and pain making him whimper. “Is that what you want?”

“Please.” Arno pouted, trying his best to be good. “May I please feel you?”

“After you tied me up?” He whimpered again when she stopped stroking him, and began bucking his hips until she pulled her hands back and straightened up.

“I’m sorry.” He fluttered his eyes like an angel, but there was a devil’s curl to his lips. “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“I like you being bad.” Wetting his cock once more, she guided him inside her. “I get to be worse.”

Whatever retort he had, died, as he closed his eyes and sighed. His hands went to her sides, and hers to his chest as she rode him. Grinding on him, him bucking under her, she brought him close before slowing down.

“Now until I say so.” She said, and he nodded. She fucked him again, riding hard, tied hands making their way up his chest and to his neck. Giving a gentle squeeze, he closed his eyes and thanked her.

Sweat beaded his forehead, his cheeks were pink, and he kept his eyes on her. Mesmerized how she moved, how she sounded, how she felt. But never thinking, no matter how close he was, that he would come. She’d not allowed him to, and he would listen.

“Please. I’ll be good, I’ll be whatever you want me to be. May I?” He licked his lips, his hands palming her ass.

“Not until I do.”

Arno flipped her over, pulled her knees to both sides of her chest, and fucked her deep. The sudden loss of power caught her off guard, and the hungry look in his eyes told her he wasn’t kidding. Arno got to his knees, pulling her to him as he drove deep. Her climax far nearer now than she thought. Playing with her nipples, desperation on his face, he said, “Cum for me, my darling, I know you’re going to. Tell the whole street who’s this is. Let everyone know how’s making you like this.” And she did. Arno fell atop her, kissing and biting her neck as his hips bucked and she was fucked through her orgasm. “Please.” He whispered in her ear like a prayer, “Please, may I?”

“Yes.” Her hands grabbed his throat and Arno went frantic.

“Thank you, I love when you choke me. I love feeling you. My body is yours, oh god. God. I’m cumming. Oh god, (Y/N). I’m…I’m cumming for you.” Wrapping their arms around one another, they felt each other as they came. Arno’s kept going until he pounded once, twice, thrice more, driving his seed deep within. Neither spoke a moment, until laughter filled the space. They pulled apart and Arno laid down beside her. His eyes were light once more and his eyes didn’t leave hers. “Best birthday ever.”

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natsukitakama · 4 years

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Headcanon : Arno Victor Dorian falls in love with you

Author note : I hope you guy will enjoy it ! If you want something like this with another character please let me know (I am stuck on my house because school is closed thanks corona).

I know I was supposed to post it on Friday, but I was « stuck » with animal crossing (which mean I play during the whole day. If someone got an apple on their island I am here) and the expectation of my exam’s result I am sorry. It’s a bit longer than I used to write I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy to write it.

Warning : Spoiler if you didn’t finish the game + the DLC (I might have changed the period) / The screenshot is mine feel free to use it ! Headcanon is below since it’s pretty long

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Like I said on another Headcanon, Arno Victor Dorian suffered from depression because of all people he has lost. At some point back in St-Denis’ days, he thought about suicide. After all no one wanted him anymore, he doesn’t have any purpose, any friends, any lover, any parents. All lost with his memories and his regrets… and alcohol.

In a moment of consciousness, he thought about living France so he might forgot about everything. Then, le Marquis de Sade asked him to find Condorcet’s manuscript in return he’ll give him help to leave France for Egypt. Then his last quest on France began : at this point he didn’t know this mission will help him going through a lot of his issues plus gave him a friends and someone to love.

You on the other hand, used to work as a bookseller in St-Denis. Let’s say you were a patriot and believe France need to be save : you met Leon some months ago, he was walking around your library looking for something interesting so he could steal it. Unfortunately you found him before he stole something from you : Rather than punish him you decided to reward his curiosity and made a deal with him, he would never try to steal something from you and you let him borrow one book every week. This is how you became friends, turns out this little boy was very brave more than a lot of French’s soldier plus it gave you company (you even started to teach him history and some philosophy). You started to really love this boy : being from a wealthy family you never have the chance to socialize with other people than your family’s group of interest. So talking with this little boy was refreshing.

His first meeting with you was particular, he and Leon knocked at your door during one night looking for answer about the design carved on the wall. Knowing you were a passionate of history and myth, Leon thought you could be helpful to them so they could keep their investigation going. To be honest Arno expected to see a man or teenager rather than you : even in the middle of the night you were absolutely breath-taken. There were something about you, your aura or the glow from your eyes but Arno was mesmerized. He couldn’t even talk properly so Leon has to introduce him.

« Y/N this Arno my friends, we need your help »

« This couldn’t wait tomorrow ? »

« No Y/N It couldn’t ! We’re fighting for France »

« Alright alright Leon … Well… Monsieur ? »

« Arno, Arno Victor Dorian Mademoiselle ? »

« Mademoiselle, Y/N Y/LN but please call me Y/N »

« Y/N alright …. P-Please call me Arno too »

« Right so Messieurs please come in »

To say you were intrigued was an understatement, this whole symbol were all new for you. You told them you needed some times to work on your own with your books to find something that might help them. During your whole speech, Arno couldn’t took his eyes away from you. Not only were you attractive but you were also quite smart and very curious with for Arno was something quite attractive. The boys then left you working so they will investigate on your own. They kept going meet you so you could share what your learned from your book and your theory about what will be behind this door.

« So at first I thought it could be a symbol you know ? Like an artefact so Bonaparte could use it as a proof of his merit you know ? To justify his putsch. Then I thought about what you heard him say back in the cave you know about knowing the true human’s nature ? And what citizen will do to progress. Both of you have already heard about the myth on St-Denis ? About the king’s ghost killing people by sinking his crown on people’s eyes ? It might be true. I thought a little description on a book about Saint Denis which involved bat killing people by going through their head or something… I know this doesn’t make any sense but what if it was true ? What if there is being this door an artefact or worst a weapon who could control bat or anyone ? »

« I don’t Know Y/N it sound weird »

« Not necessarily »

« What do you mean Arno ? »

« I might see something quite similar when I worked in Paris… Please Y/N until we are sure about what’s behind this door do not talk about this to anyone ? Promise me »

« I promise you Arno »

After this conversation, Arno started to come to see you more and more : he justified his visit by protecting you and make sure everything was okay. But you knew better, it was like he was looking about anything who will force him to stay with you which you would not complain about. The first time you saw him at this night you were also mesmerized by this man : everything about him was divin. He was absolutely handsome, his eyes were sharp yet he seemed so fragile like he was hurt and was looking for something to keep him alive. You didn’t know how to explain it but to you the man was absolutely broken and it was your mission to help him going through his issues.

You started to see each other during days just for the pleasure of seing each other, you talked a lot about your childhood, your trip. Quickly you discover he was suffering from a loss cause he was always unclear when talked about his past as if it was something too heavy even for him. To him it was different, he couldn’t the feeling about being nostalgic with you : not like you were similar to Elise (quite the contrary) but he couldn’t stop thinking about his youth with Elise. You made him feel like a young boy again while he thought about seing everything and be ready to die. He was falling in love with you

He was afraid and confused he didn’t know if he has the right to have a life. After Elise & Monsieur de la Serre’s death and being expelled from Assassins’ order : he doesn’t feel like he belong to this earth anymore, should he take you on his fall ? It’ll be selfish. He decided to keep his distance from you, he couldn’t hurt you : he’ll be damned for that. But you, you were devastated : because you fell the same about him, you were in love with him and more over you wanted to help him, you couldn’t just let him go to his decline. But the assassins was good at keeping you away from him, it was like he vanished from the city he couldn’t be seen no where. Madame Margot saw this, she was aware about your huge crush on the assassins and knew he felt the same but because of his past he would not tolerate himself to be happy. So she had to act.

She started to talk with Arno, to understand why he was getting distant with you. She tried to explain how life is going to be rude and how grateful he will be if he got you by his side. She underlined his crush by telling him she noticed how he was looking at her when he thought no one noticed. It didn’t work, Arno could be stubborn when he wants to : he really thought his action were justify and one day you’ll understand. You on the other hand after being sad for couple of days, decided to let it go : I mean the man didn’t want you you couldn’t fight this. You even started to depreciate yourself : to you, you weren’t pretty enough, strong enough, smart enough. So it made sense Arno wasn’t interested on you. Plus he was getting very busy with his mission against Bonaparte. So you barely saw him. But you have seen him enough for Captain Rose to know you could be use at his own advantage.

One night, on your road to your house you noticed someone was behind you probably following you since you left your library. Without looking on your back you were walking faster trying to be always as close as possible of shops just to be sure. Unfortunately Philippe Rose has expected that kind of behavior and wedged you on an alley. They were too many for you and there no way someone would come if you scream for help : this is the end you thought, you were about to die without a chance to confront Arno about your feeling. Everything went black and when you woke up you were in a cave completely tied on a chair. This was probably the cave Arno talked about : Will he come to save you ? Was he still even here ?

Captain Rose tried to ask you some information about what they knew and what will be their next move. They get nothing, you first pretended knowing nothing about it and didn’t even know those people but you were a terrible liar. Rose noticed that and started to beat you but again you didn’t talk. You couldn’t let them having whatever was behind the door. Arno came to the cave eventually (he learned from Madame Margot you weren’t on your library and some people saw you walking quite fast while someone followed you), to say he was anxious was an understatement. He already lost Elise he couldn’t lose you too not when he came to realize (thanks to Leon who teased him about having a crush on you) he could try having something with you.

Plus, thanks to Leon he gained faith again and decided he will come back as an assassins for the brotherhood and this time he’ll do it better. He was decided to come back at Paris with you if you still wanted him. Killing Rose was a piece of cake, the man became too confident when he got the key to open the door so he was careless. He didn’t take too minute time before Arno’s blade was on the throat of Philippe rose but he didn’t die Before Arno could say something.

« Do not even think about putting a finger on Y/N again »

After Rose’s death, he began to kill every Rose’s soldier before finding you tied on a chair. You looked tired, your eyes was so read probably from crying too much, one of your eyes was black while your cheeks and lips were swollen from being beaten. He wished Rose’s death was more painful.

« Y/N can you hear me ? It’s me Arno mon dieu … Je suis tellement désolé please stay awake for me I don’t want to lose you Y/N »

« I don’t want to lose you either Arno »

After being sure the cave was safe, he asked you to go upstairs and run to Margot’s house so you’ll be safe with Leon : he had still business to do. When he found the old Lanterne and finding out his true power, Arno was sure about one thing : Bonaparte shouldn’t find it. Then when the business was done, Arno went back to Madame Margot’s house finding you on her bed resting while Leon waited for him. When you woke up, he was on your side holding your hands while looking at you with a sad expression on his face.

« Why are you crying monsieur ? »

« I-I am not, I am just so relieved you’re okay. I was afraid I might lose you »

« You won’t Arno never … I am stronger than I look »

« I know I was here … I-I know I wasn’t very present these days and I’ll understand if you don’t want to see me again I mean… »

« Arno please shut up. Don’t even finish this sentence, listen to me : I like you a lot, I know they’re something you don’t want to talk because it’s sill hurtful but it’s okay I can wait Arno. I’ll always wait for you. All I ask you is to give me chance to prove you you’re wrong »

« Wrong ? About what ? »

« Wrong about believing you don’t deserve some happiness in your life »

This, is basically how your relationship began.

Translation :

Monsieur : Sir

Mademoiselle : Miss

Messieurs : Gentlemen

Mon dieu... Je suis tellement désolé : My God ... I am so sorry

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kiwisfics · 6 years

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A/N - Hi, yeah I pretty much vanished but I do not plan on abandoning this blog! I'll post links to all my writing blogs after this is up, that way you can see where else I'm at aha. I'm not sure how good this is because I haven't watched Unity in forever and I STILL haven't bought it so forgive bad characterization. This is also went more in a general direction than comforting itself? Always feel free to request again if you do want strictly comfort. - X He's bad at this. X If it were him - when it is him - he would - does - turn to alcohol, but he's not going to put a drink in your hand and call it a day. X You're the love of his life. X He loves you far more than that. X He's bad at this, but he tries. X You need to tell him what to do, otherwise he'll simply be spending the entirety of your episode awkwardly rubbing your back. X He's good at taking your instructions to heart. X You won't need to explain it to him after the first time. X The instant you start showing signs of a particularly rough patch, he's going to go into gear and begin to shower you with affection X Sometimes, your rough patches align, and those are always the hardest moments to endure for those around you. X Your relationship never suffers too badly, but you're both confined to a single room, speaking hardly a word to those around you and barely eating or drinking. X Those days are filled with sleep and tears and sometimes silent blank stares. X If anything, your presence with each other makes it all just a bit more bearable. X He's bad at this, so are you. X But you love each other. X That's what matters.

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demigoddessqueens · 4 months

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Imagine Altaïr, Malik, Ezio, Haytham, Shay, Connor, and Arno trying to deal with an S/O who has befriended the local crow population.

It's cute when the crows keep bringing you small trinkets, keep using you as a perch, or follow you around all the time.

What's not quite as cute is when one day you get captured and the damn crows keep breaking into the residence and SCREAMING at your poor boyfriend. He'd be finding you right away the instant he knows something's wrong and you're hurt, and the corvids are definitely more than smart enough to help.

Oh, and when you're found? Injured? Not only are you staying right with them at all times but you're being watched by five or six sets of beady eyes all the time.

Awww! This was so cute and then got angsty then cute again!

HERE ON MASTERLIST 9

altair

It’s 50/50 with him, either he’s intrigued by your bird companions or annoyed they impose on moments with you

if you were ever taken from him or missing, Altair tries not to panic but feels some relief that he can track you down when the crows lead him to you

Now he appreciates their loyalty to you and how they’ve come to accept him as well. After all, he’s glad there are those who look after you when he’s not there

malik

Thought it was a bit odd at first, but it wasn’t a bother to anyone, and at least when you visited there was additional company with the birds. As long as they didn’t make a mess of things.

if anything bad happened to you or you were taken, he’s grateful for their lingering presence to signal where you are

After an incident like that, Malik now has the habit of tying notes to their legs, saying something like “whatever impulse you have that leads to trouble, think twice about that.”

ezio

Equally annoyed but intrigued about the corvids and tries to bribe them to bring him trinkets too

in the case of you being taken or missing, every eye on the ground and in the sky is able to find you safely.

Also likes to tie notes to said crows’ legs to pass along to you. Something funny, cute like “I see you.”

haytham

Is not amused at all. He thinks they’re annoying 😝

but if you were ever kidnapped or separated from him, he’s grateful that the unlikeliest allies help find you

There was a rare moment you saw him attempt to bond with them, one successfully perching on his finger

shay

He didn’t think much of your pet birds before but they were a welcomed presence on the ship during longer voyagers

the one time you were not by his side, his fiery temper almost got the best of him before your own trackers lead him down every path to find you

From there on out, he greets them like he does any other crew member. Giving them treats sometimes

Ratonhnhake:ton

He adores your birds and thinks it’s sweet they look out

however, pity the souls who try to take you away because there’s no corner they can hide in

Of course your pet crows are just naturally drawn to his calmness, always perched on his shoulders

arno

He thought it was oddly endearing that you’ve bonded with these birds, although they happen to be a bit of a nuisance

Now if you were to ever be taken from him, it’s all hands on deck

Given the amount of loss and heartbreak he’s had in life, it’s no surprise that Arno always wants you close to him and appreciates the corvids for keeping tabs on you

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keravnous · 2 years

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assassin’s creed unity (2014) : arno victor dorian

‟ The Creed of the Assassin Brotherhood teaches us that nothing is forbidden to us. Once, I thought that meant we were free to do as we would. To pursue our ideals, no matter the cost. I understand now. Not a grant of permission. The Creed is a warning. ‟ / feat. Joni Mitchell, KALEO, Soap&Skin, Fleurie, Etta James, Hozier, Édith Piaf …

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getbacktoworknovice · 3 years

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💙Papa HC’s - Arno Dorian

Nervous father

But an eager one

You won't find anyone more honest and sweet guy to be a dad

He’s on pins and needles the entire pregnancy, just eager to meet them

“I wonder if they’ll look like me or thor mother more”

“I wonder who’ll they’ll like more

“What if they don't like me at all??”

He frets over everything so much

you have to take him aside and gently reassure him that it will be just fine

Once the baby arrives all his anxieties seem to melt away

He gets to hold his child in his arms and hold their tiny little hands and kiss their head

They're just perfect to him

He’s always watching them and keeping them out of trouble

For the most part

As they get older they get a bit mischievous like him

So he has to be extra diligent to keep them out of trouble

But sometimes, trouble is welcome in the Dorian household

After all, it's how you two met

Mischievous teenagers, you were

Every time they leave together you remind them “not to get into too much trouble”

Sometimes they listen

Sometimes you're awoken with a knock on the door in the wee hours of the morning

Arno def gets close to his kids and is a big part of their lives

No matter how old they get

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kiatheinsomniac · 3 years

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Hey I was wondering if you could do a post of the assassins reacting to when their S/O falls asleep next to them. P.S. love your blog 💜💜

Altaïr:

He had been sitting on the edge of your shared bed, sharpening his blades after a long day. You two had travelled back from Jerusalem and were attacked on the journey, causing your horses to flee. So, after the fight, you two were forced to go the rest of the way on foot. Altaïr seemed to have more energy though because by the time he’d sat down on the bed, you were laying down behind him with your arms around his waist. Then, by the time he’d finished sharpening his blades and oiling his hidden blade’s mechanism, you were fast asleep and holding on to him still. He wasn’t too careful about not waking you up but kept quiet when you did crack your eyes open, listing you up and laying you down properly beside him, putting his arm around you and letting you curl up into his side and quickly fall asleep again, his thumb stroking the skin of your arm which was laid over his chest.

Ezio:

He had suffered from a stab wound and was taken into the doctor’s and ordered to rest as soon as he was patched up. You insisted on watching over him while he did and, when he woke up, you were sitting on a chair beside the narrow bed, arms folded over the nightstand and resting your head on them, fast asleep. You’d drifted off while watching him, not wanting to leave his side until you knew that he was ok. Careful of his wound, he got up to grab the extra blanket at the end of the bed just so he could lay it over you, his hand caressing your hair so gently before he leaned down slowly to plant a soft kiss against the crown of your head. Grateful for your worry, he decided to rest some more until you woke up.

Connor:

He’s an absolute softie over when this happens. You were both travelling so you were on a makeshift camp in the woods: a last-minute shelter and a hot fire. But that didn’t exactly make the snow-blanketed homestead a tropical paradise. You’d fallen asleep beside Connor who was keeping first watch for wolves and had ended up snuggling against him for warmth (I don’t know what it is about him but everything I look at the man, I just see a big heater; I feel like he’s always so warm). He just looked down at you at first but then found himself running his fingers through your hair and caressing your face, realising that he was smiling to himself after a while.

Arno:

He hadn’t come home until late and he had told you earlier that morning that he would be gone for quite a while and it would be quite a dangerous mission. He always felt guilty telling you these things, feeling like he was just worrying you but you always asked him to be honest with you and he simply couldn’t deny that. When he came in, you were half-asleep in front of the fire and had half a cup of coffee in your hands. He’d set it aside and leaned down to kiss the end of your nose gently before lifting you up and laying you down in bed, listening to you murmur about how you didn’t want to sleep until he had returned. He didn’t take very long in undressing and joining you in bed, laying behind you and pulling you so close to his body, feeling your whole body slacken as you fell asleep in his arms. “Je t’aime, mon coeur”

Jacob:

You had been asleep beforehand, enjoying your late afternoon nap, but he had bene unaware that you were resting and had woken you up when he returned. He felt rather bad at seeing you so confused at suddenly being awake so he offered to let you rest your head on his lap where you buried your face against his abdomen and guided his hand to play with your hair. His long caresses coaxed you back to sleep and managed to shrug his coat off in order to lay it over your body.

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catyo90 · 4 years

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Arno x Reader: Looking for You

This revolution was not to your liking, seeing innocent people sent to jail and then being put to death by the guillotine. Clearly the peaceful times in Paris were long gone. The ramble on the streets was enough proof of this. Seeing women flaunting about and men drunker than ever made you squirm in discomfort as you tried your best to move on with your day. You saw your escape through an alley bringing you back to your small apartment above a now refurbished bar.

Who the owner was you had no idea but you had heard whispers from a few ladies that the owner was quite handsome and was seen coming in and out of the place for information on some people. You had to admit you were a bit curious as to who this man was, perhaps he was a secret aristocrat laying low or maybe a secret lover. However your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the madame trying to get your attention.

“Y/n! Come on girl I’m not running a show am I. I need you to deliver a few things and then you can finish for the day.”

“But Madame I have finished for the day. I though Marie was taking over my shift for the evening.”

“Girl hasn’t shown up, Here how about this. You do this I’ll give you two days off. It’s not even that far. A few francs for the baker and then this parcel for owner.”

Looking at the package you read the address. He wasn’t wrong it was only about half an hour away to walk there. With the baker halfway you sighed an nodded your head in agreement.

“Lovely now go on.”

You were gently pushed our of the bar holding the package and the bit of coin. Looking around you followed the streets leading to your destination. After a few minutes you had arrived at the baker giving her the payment before setting off for the address to deliver the parcel. You were about to take the main road until you heard screaming you looked to see a few soldiers fighting what looked to be a hooded man. The crowd backed away showing more of the scene to you.

The man wore a dark blue hood and cloak and held a rapier and a pistol. Seeing trouble brewing as the sight of more soldiers coming around the corner you moved out of the way and looked around for a quicker route. Immediately you noticed a few stairs leading down into a small alleyway. Without question you took the path hearing the ramble from the crowd disappear as you walked away.

After a while you had noticed that you should have arrived at the place but you seemed a bit lost as you reread the paper in your hand to make sure. as you looked around trying to find another path or a least a sign you stopped as you saw a tall bulk man wearing red clothes. Clearly a fanatic toward the revolution.

“Oh excuse me.” You said trying to go around until you saw the man and another shorter lanky fellow appeared behind him.

“What’s that you got there.”

“Just a little something for myself” Immediately you felt uncomfortable. These men clearly weren’t going to let you pass unless one of two things happened. You gave it to them or They take you to the *judged* as a criminal. The bigger man spoke.

“Hand it over and we will let you pass.”

The lanky fellow spoke as he looked you up and down.

‘Pretty thing like you wouldn’t last a day in the prisons. Hmm a very pretty thing.”

You felt sick as the two stepped closer. Suddenly you heard someone speak behind you as they placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Ah Dear I told you to wait for me.”

Looking up you almost gasped as you saw the hooded figure from before standing next to you giving you a hidden wink under his hood.

“And who the hell are you supposed to be?”

“Her Husband.”

Both of the men smirked until the man brought up a hidden blade from his wrist only a few inches away from the taller man’s neck. The smaller of the two shuddered and was completely frightened.

“Now you two are going to leave before my temper is tested again today.”

Both of them said nothing as they hurried away from the two of you. You turned your head to see both men running very fast, a sigh of relief came as you realized this man had just saved you from that horrible situation.

“So ma chere. Where are you headed too.”

As you looked up at the man you saw his hood was down. He had a beautiful eyes and his face was just perfect no scars or blemishes. His hair was in a ponytail leaving a few short strands in the front. But by far his best feature was his smile. You felt safe and happy to see anyone smile in these dark times.

“Oh...um this place.” You said handing him the small paper. As he read it he smirked as he looked back at you.

“Then we have a common mission. I work for the owner of the cafe. I’ll escort you.” He said as he gave a bow and offered you his arm.

You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. It was quite charming and you enjoyed it.

“Of course Monsieur.” saying as you took his arm. The man smiled and started to lead you though the alleyway. The path was much different than the rest, the stone path was clear of almost any people and was much cleaner. You saw the busy streets again and in front of you was a beautiful cafe. As you walked toward the door you saw the man open the door showing a stage and many people enjoying their meals and drinks. You started looking around for the owner until you felt a small tug on your arm.

“This way.” Leading you to a hallway in the side it was the back of the cafe leading you up a beautiful staircase to the left toward another open door. Walking in you saw a few chairs around and a archway leading to balcony showing a beautiful garden.

“My goodness this place is almost like out of dream. Almost like the problems in the city are no where in sight.”

“Well it still has some renovations that need to be done but you are right it is quite beautiful.”

You looked at him and then brought yourself back to reality.

“Oh i should give this to the owner straight away.” As you said this you saw the man hold out his hand.

“That would be me.”

It told a moment to realize what he said. A small blush covered your face. This man? This man was the owner the ladies all spoke about? How could such a young man be able to live like this in such times? You stopped as you noticed you had not moved and quickly gave the package to him. taking it from you he opened it without hesitation. It seemed to be a ornate box and inside were some parchments but none you could read.

You saw another parchment on top written with the name Arno.

“Is this your name? Arno?”

“Arno Victor Dorian but i prefer just to be called Arno. Formal was never really my strong suit.”

Opening the folded parchment he read it and smiled.

“Seems this is a offer for you to work here at the main cafe to help with me personally.”

You stood still as you took the parchment from his hands. He wasn’t lying. Your manager had written saying he thought you at the main cafe would be better for you and continued to say how good you were at your job. Bringing your attention back to him you smiled as spoke. “This is quite sudden...but I would love to help you. You helped me after all.”

Arno smiled as he gave a small bow of the head.

“You are most welcome here. I believe we will get along perfectly.”

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storytimefromthecreed · 4 years

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A Friend in Need

Greencoat kissed both her cheeks and she threw her arms around each of them, holding them tightly. When Demetrí had written that there was an emergency, she thought the worst. “Thank God you’re ok.”

“Not all of us.” Ghost kissed both her cheeks and offered to take her coat.

Axeman, Gérard to those closest to him, hugged her so tightly her feet rose off the ground. “Mentor.” She complained, but she loved it. When he set her down, she looked around. Arno was missing. “Where’s Arno?”

“That’s the problem.” Demetrí unraveled a map that they huddled around while Phillíp gently explained to her what had occurred. Arno’s removal from the Brotherhood, the death of his Elise. (Y/N) gulped.

“I’ve been here, here, and there. Cafe is empty, as is the Dorian estate.” Demetrí pointed to each location.

“Del le Serre’s is empty too.” Ghost frowned. “Checked the Bureau as well, but no one has seen him.” Axeman growled a curse, and they all leaned in as Ghost explained. “Two nights ago I broke up a bar brawl on my way home and found Arno at it’s center. I should’ve walked him home, should’ve talked to him.”

Axeman put a hand on the Assassin’s shoulder. “Arno is a grown man, Phillíp.” Gérard gruffed, “If he thinks drinking his life away will bury his sorrow, then we can’t help him anymore than we have.” They sat silently.

Ghost shrugged, “Still should’ve stayed with him. He was gone with drink, and I should’ve escorted him home.”

“Gérard,” She asked, “You’re not proposing we give up on him?”

“Heavens no!” Axeman boomed. “But we spend half our time getting him out of trouble and returning him home only for him to stumble into it again. Arno said he doesn’t want our help and that we should respect his wishes. So we should. To a point. If he wants to get into trouble, let him get it out of his system. He gets any worse then we’re kidnapping him and taking him to the Bureau.”

“But before we get to that plan,” Demetrí leaned in, removing his green hood. (Y/N) found herself entranced in his grey eyes. “Can you talk to him? He’ll listen to you.”

“Where did you tell him to go?” (Y/N) asked, shouldering Ghost. The Frenchmen had trained her, became her friends, and it was no secret she had a soft spot for Arno. Protecting his reputation from the other Assassins when he was exiled and running around with his Templar girlfriend landed her in many a fight which the Frenchmen kept pulling her from. To be fair, she would have done the same for any of them.

“I told him to go home.” Phillíp’s frustrations were easy to hear in his tone and his eyes scanned over the map. “But we’ve checked ever place.” They put their heads together, and (Y/N) thought fondly that home where was the heart was and that her heart felt most fill around these men. No matter how far she would travel, they would always be her home. Home.

The realization hit her like a smack, and she kissed Phillíp on both cheeks. “There’s a reason you’re the brains of the Frenchmen! He’s at Versailles!” Before they could answer, she was running out the door.

This she heard, “Why there?” Phillíp pondered aloud.

“He’s the brains?” She could almost imagine Demetrí pouting.

When she finally scaled the wall and ran throughout the whole, broken, palace, she found Arno in the main bedroom. How he’d gotten in was beyond her as she had to break down the door, but there he was. Head tucked to his chest, his eyelids fluttered at the sound of her enterance, and his head shot up. “Um- I...” Then he grabbed his head and groaned. Beside him were barrels of wine.

“How the hell-?” Then she shook her head, thought better of it, and approached. Sinking to her haunches before him, she gave him her best smile and most teasing tone. “Good morning, sleep well I take it?”

But Arno was not in a joking mood as his bloodshot eyes glare up at her. “They sent you in after me, have they? Well, I’m going to have to give them a piece of my mind.” Arno growled and tried to raise before the blood rushed to his head and he groaned again. “Later.” Resting his head to hit the back of wall, he kept his eyes closed and frowned.

The scruff of his neck was ragged as his beard almost grew in, and his shirt was dirty with sweat and, was that blood? (Y/N) took a seat beside him, keeping her arm against his and resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m disgusting, (Y/N). Don’t do that.” Arno growled. but didn’t push her away.

“What would you do to them, hm? Our friends? Because that’s what they are, Arno, your friends.”

“I don’t need help. Give me time-”

“Do drink yourself to death? Or fight to death? Because you could turn to us for either.” She looked up at him, and he finally opened his eyes and looked down at her. There was a time when that look would’ve stopped her heart, now it just ached for her friend.

The expression in his eyes softed, as did his eyes and set jaw. “They didn’t have to send for you.” Arno breathed, “I just need time.”

“From what I’ve heard, you’ve had plenty. Besides, what friend would I be if I didn’t come when my friend needed me?”

“They shouldn’t have bothered you.” Arno sighed and looked away before his eyes darted back to hers. “I’m just not...doing well right now.” (Y/N) tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and offered it. For the first time in a long time, Arno laughed. Tears now brimmed his eyes when they returned to hers, and his crushed heart inflated slightly. Arno’s head rested on hers, and he leaned against her. “Don’t know how you’re standing me right now. Trust me, I’m worse than I look.”

“Remember that time you helped me through that break up?”

“You mean when that arse cheated and broke your heart?” He scoffed, “Yes, I remember.”

“I cried so much, was all snotty and gross, and so angry that the guys were too scared to enter the clocktower.”

“And you ate all of the chocolate in Paris?” Arno remembered fondly and gave a soft laugh as their eyes met. He knew where she was going with the story, but allowed her to finish.

“What did you do? After you threatened to murder him?”

“After I had my talk with him?”

(Y/N) pulled away. “You had a talk?”

Arno’s eyes went wide and he placed her head back on his shoulder with a pat. “Uh, what were you saying?”

Deciding that was a conversation better had later, she gave him a knowing look. “After you threatened to murder him,” she repeated, softening at the memory. “You bought more chocolate.”

A small smile twitched at his lips, and Arno relaxed fully. Playing with his fingers, he lost himself in better days. “I bought more chocolate.” He nodded, then rose a brow. “You remembered that?” With Demetri giving her flowers, Phillip there to talk, and Gerard being there for fighting matches, Arno felt his part was barely noteable.

Taking his hand firmly and opening it to reveal his palm, she placed his watch in it, and held his fingers closed under hers. “Arno, I am so sorry.” Arno’s forehead hit hers, and he closed his eyes to control his breathing. (Y/N) pulled back, forcing him to open them and look at her. The corners of his mouth were pulled down into a frown, but he kept his eyes on her. “This is where we are now, not you, we, because we’re friends. Let’s go through hell, together.”

“I... I don’t want to be a bother. I’m feel so lost, (Y/N). Like I’m not even worth it.”

She took his hand and looked him firmly in the eye. “Arno Victor Dorian,” he waited, his breath caught as he suddenly felt very small to the person he’d helped trained. “Let’s get you found.” Tears sprang into his eyes and rolled down his cheeks and off his chin as sobs shook his entire being. Clutching her hand for dear life, Arno covered his face with the other and hung his head. (Y/N) pulled him to her chest where he cried until he had nothing left to give.

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