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So uhm I’m still around but disappeared before Christmas was even around the corner? Happy belated New Year???? Hope everyone is doing great! I’m back now! … Getting back slowly into things again. A lot has been happening irl but I’ll spare you the details. 

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Clean- Altaïr

Altaïr caught your hand as you moved to press the wet cloth to his face.

"I can do this myself." You huffed in response.

"I know. Just, let me." Your voice was soft and Altaïr rolled his eyes, but relinquished his hold, and you continued to wipe away the blood and dirt off his face.

You eventually moved to his hands, wiping in between his fingers, where his target's blood had dried. Altaïr followed your movements with his eyes, and noted how you did all of this with care.

When you were done, you went to return to your duties, but found Altaïr's fingers around your wrist once more, and then under your chin as he pressed a light kiss to your forehead in a wordless thank you.

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Being their ex and them meeting you for the first time in a long time: [preference]

Alexios: He would be a bit shocked and wouldn’t really know what to do because he remembers your breakup to be really gruesome but he would try not to make anything awkward and would try to talk to you even though he only makes things more awkward that way.

Kassandra: She would look at you and the first thing she would think is “What have I done?” before really starting to regret your breakup but wouldn’t try anything because she thinks you wouldn’t let her come near you and that makes her very sad

Bayek: He wouldn’t feel awkward or anything, just really sad that you had to break up. He hopes that you understand that he wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t need to. That doesn’t make him feel better though. He still deeply regrets losing you.

Aya: She would pretend nothing has ever happened because she doesn’t want to make it awkward for the both of you and the people around you. Not in a way that she is constantly talking or laughing. She just avoids making eye contact or talking overall.

Altair: You know the saying. If you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything at all. That’s exactly what he does and wants to end the meeting as soon as possible because even though he doesn’t show it, he feels really awkward and the tension just kills him.

Ezio: He would shamelessly just walk up to you and casually start talking to you about random things as if no bad things ever happened between you. He wouldn’t be ashamed to show he enjoys your company and talk about his feelings and actually ends up voicing how much he misses you.

Connor: He would just shyly come up to you and ask how you are casually. He tries to make smalltalk and blush a lot because his feelings haven’t died down and most likely won’t in the near future. Whether it was you or him who ended it he would still say that he still loves you

Haytham: To make things less awkward for the both of you, he would just excuse himself away because he hates awkward situations and avoids them at all costs.

Edward: Apart from the fact that he would spend a few minutes just staring at you, dumbfounded, he would start remembering all the moments you had together and that would make him sad. After a few shots he would even get the balls to come up and talk to you and even say that he wants you back.

Shay: He would honestly be too scared to do anything about the situation and would just stay somewhere away from your eyes because he is afraid of what you might say to him. He would try to leave as soon as possible.

Arno: He would actually have a hard time not crying because the minute he sees you, all the memories of you together come flooding back into his mind and at some point he would break down in front of you and say everything on his mind about how much he still loves and misses you.

Jacob: He would pretend like it doesn’t bother him being in the same room as you, but deep down he is really hurt and is desperate for you to notice him and tries to get your attention by boasting about his achievements rather loudly or trying to get you jealous etc.

Evie: She would feel rather sad when she sees you but comes up to greet you anyway, in hopes that there are no hard feelings between you. Even though she misses you, she wouldn’t attempt to get close to you because nothing will be the same anyway.

Desmond: Its just like in the movies. Sitting in a bar, side by side, an awkward greeting and smalltalk, followed by some corny jokes and forced laughs. A complete nightmare for him, because he doesn’t even know what to do in such a situation.

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hello!! I hope you're doing fine, could I request headcanons of Jacob, Ezio and Arno reacting to their s/o calling them by couple nicknames (like honey, love, sweetheart for example) for the first time?? ty

Jacob:

It made him smile the first time you called him a nickname. Maybe even blush a little.

"Darling? I quite like that. Keep doing it."

Thus he began with the nicknames too.

His favorite is 'honey'

Ezio

He was the one to start with nicknames even when you two weren't together.

So the first time it was switched on him he felt pride in his chest.

Sure it was a small thing to be happy about but to be on the receiving end of the cute names, it made him happy.

His favorite is "darling" and "love"

Arno

Arno liked using the names to tease you, but when you started doing it out of the blue for just a show of affection or admiration he too started to use them like you did.

Name offs 👏 whoever gets the gringiest name wins.

He really likes "darling" as well.

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hello!! how do you think would Altair, Ezio, Jacob and Arno act when they want cuddles from their s/o? love your blog btw

Thank you!

Altair:

It’s very simple for him.

He just slowly walks over to you and stares at you a moment.

Then just 

Makes himself comf

If you’re sitting down he dives right in and rests his head on your stomach or chest area, arms wrapped around your middle as he hugs you tightly.

If you’re standing up he usually likes to come from behind and rest his head on your shoulder or on top of your head.

He doesn’t move a lot after that unless you tell him to.

Ezio:

He does that wiggly thing with his finger telling you to come to him a lot. Honestly who can resist those eyes.

Or he just simply takes you into his arms and hugs you and kisses you until you get the hint and you finally plant your butt on the couch or bed and cuddle.

He likes to play with your hair.

Jacob:

Grabby hands.

Literal child.

“I demand affection.”

Will legit yeet you into him once you’re close enough.

Tightest hug you’ve ever gotten.

Will not let you go for a long time.

Arno:

He usually likes to cuddle when he’s really sleepy or has had a long day.

He’ll plop onto a love seat or his bed and look at you very softly.

His hand reaches out and he smiles, begging you to come to him.

Once you lay with him he’s quick to cradle you in his arms.

Or he’ll just come out and say “stay with me” in the sweetest and most husk tone of voice ever.

Who could resist that?

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OOf the angst! 100% agree with these! 

Hey! How do you think would Altair and Jacob react if they found out that s/o was a Templar and how would Shay and Haytham react if they found out that s/o was an Assassin?

Altair:

It. . . does not end well. You most likely will die by his blade.

He feels so intensely hurt, that it actually aches and is painful. His chest tightens but he’s so stoned faced you couldn’t tell.

You’re his enemy now, as much as it hurts to know that, but you’re in his way and you will fall.

You broke this man’s heart into a million pieces.

Malik has never seen him so emotional before. He’s angrier, more moody and broods nonstop. 

He will confront you and battle you there, trying to kill you. You could swear you saw a few tears run down his face when he got close to you with his weapons.

Looking into your eyes before he finally puts the blade in your chest, he nearly breaks.

He kisses your eyelids, and then your lips, resting his forehead on yours and weeping silently. 

Despite being his enemy, he will still bury you, and grieve.

Jacob:

You don’t see him for a couple of days; even Evie begins to worry.

speaking of she kinda hates you now

You’ve never seen this man so angry. He will most likely get angry and yell at you when he confronts you, asking why you would do such a thing knowing what he is and what he does.

He knows he has to hate you but he just can’t.

Jacob has really imprinted on you in more ways than one and it’s hard for him to just walk away. Most likely Evie will have to knock some sense into him.

The man knows he can’t be with you anymore, but killing you is out of the question.

When he confronts you he gives you the chance to run and get out of the city. But if you do come back; the next time your paths cross he may have to kill you. 

This man will cry. He cries so much.

Shay:

He’s been betrayed. . . again.

As much as it hurts you, and him, he sends you off almost immediately, claiming if he ever sees you again it won’t be good.

Shay now has more problems than the current ones going through his head and it’s tearing him apart.

He’s so pissed, pissed to a point where he cries.

He will tear up his cabin on the Morrigan for sure, sending things flying and snapping at his crew mates. 

After all he’s been through with the Assassins, why would you do this to him.

I can see how this will end in two ways; either he lets you go like Jacob does because a part of him still loves you, or he will kill you.

Haytham:

It’s awfully unsettling how calm he seems to you when he confronts you. He was raised that way, to stay calm and keep his posture when there are problems that stand in front of him.

“I think it best in both of our interest. . . if you please leave (y/n).”

The second you close that door he throws something across the room.

His anger and sadness overcomes him but he’s quick to collect himself.

He tells himself this has to end, or else the Templars would never trust him again.

The next time you two meet you’re honestly surprised he lets you go, and out of pity. 

You escape with only a few cuts and bruises, and a necklace that was lost to Haytham as a way of proof of your “death” to the others. 

He still loves you, and a part of him always will. But he needed to let you go.

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I saw one of your recent posts and just now that I remembered that you do requests! And I was specially interested bc I didn't know you did HCs for Shay too. So if you you feel comfortable doing it, what are your HCs of Shay, Arno and Jacob with a s/o who's got some not-so-soft (and small) hands? Parkour surely does some permanent "damage" on one's hands~

I do HCs for pretty much any character (ones that I know), so ask whoever C:

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Shay

Thinks they’re still lovely no matter what rough shape they’re in.

Still loves to hold your hand. 

The friction from the callouses and hard skin feel wonderful on his bare skin.

It does worry him how roughed up they are, seeing you come home with bloody knuckles and red marks.

However he never says no to taking care of them after that.

Kisses your knuckles and nuzzles your palms if you put your hand on his face.

Arno

He wishes you would take better care of your hands, even though his are nearly the same.

Calloused, reddened and scraped; he doesn’t mind bandaging you up. 

Even buys you a nice pair of gloves to use when you’re out and about doing your thing, should you choose to wear them.

If your hands are bigger than he is, he honestly loves it. Your hands are very warm.

Has a bunch of expensive lotion that he bought for you to use when you get home. They’re actually quite soothing to the touch.

Jacob

It’s honestly kinda hot, knowing you can get rough and tend to live that way daily. 

Being roughed up means you can handle yourself, and that in itself is attractive to him.

He gets you a pair of gloves like his; the ones he has are made for easy access when doing parkour and have a firmer grip.

However when your hands become so worn and beaten that you can barely use them then he gets worried. He’ll put salve on and wrap bandages around them for you.

Just. . . careful not to go overboard okay? Take care of your hands too.

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KINKTOBER 2021 || Day 18 - Cock Worship

Rebels!Rex x F!Reader

Rated E - 664 words

Tags: a sprinkling of fluff and angst, age gap, cock worship, oral (m receiving)

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Rex still can’t believe his luck sometimes, that in all of the planets in the galaxy, that they had been able to find their way back to each other. It’s been a few weeks since their reunion and he still wakes sometimes, his hands searching the sheets until he finds her form, soft and sleeping next to him.

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fuuuuu this was so good

Imagine - midnight sex with Shay aboard the Morrigan.

You’re curled up on your side with Shay’s outline pressed firmly against your back, his hand resting on your hip under the covers. You both start to wake around the same time, fully intending to go back to sleep until Shay starts planting lip bites down your neck, peppering kisses on your shoulder blade while his hand ducks under your nightgown, rubbing your silky flesh warm.

Too sleepy to complain but too aroused to fall back asleep, you push your bottom against his lap and are surprised by the warm spear twitching under his garments, clearly as worked up as you are in this position.

After ghosting his fingers over to your underwear and slipping them under the waistband to test your arousal, he slides the garment down your legs and cups your mound, his palm rubbing your clit languidly.

You coo at the exquisite friction, though it’s short-lived as Shay retracts his hand, shuffling behind you to dispose of his own underwear. He lines his cock up, rutting against your sex for a few pleasurable moments, soaking the tip in your juices before pressing against your entrance.

It takes a few tries, a firm grab of your ass as he repositions the angle between the two of you, but when you feel the head breach you and massage your inner walls, shivers run through your sensitive body.

You notice you’re still dressed on your upper half, though Shay eases the straps of your gown down your shoulders, your breasts spilling out of the cups much to his delight. Hooking one leg over yours, he rocks you into his thrusts, his eyes closed and groaning softly at the tightness squeezing his shaft. With his fingers currently unoccupied, he encircles your nipples, plucking the rosy bud into stiffness while pressing his lips by your ear, murmuring phrases in Gaelic knowing the combination will wreak havoc on your senses.

With his hot breath fanning over your ear, his shallow breathing, raspy grunts, words of praise ushering you to come all over his cock, you squeeze your eyes shut and let out a shuddering huff, his name a sensuous whisper on your lips.

Your body now limp in his arms, he rolls the two of you over. You’re laying on your stomach, Shay guides your bottom a little higher, treating it to a light spank before penetrating you again, lowering his body flush against yours.

There’s no other way to describe the movement of his hips: he rolls them, bumping into your ass before withdrawing and beginning the motion again. God, you’ve never felt pleasure like it, his movements undulate at your skin like the tide lapping against sand. Your hands grasp the bedsheets beneath you, your breathing hectic, certain constellations are forming behind your very eyelids.

It’s not long before you orgasm again, wantonly purring and nuzzling your flaming cheek into the pillow beneath you. You swear you hear Shay’s breath hitch at the sudden contraction around his length, which drives into you with an abrupt change of pace. You can feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears, your cries white noise as you focus on the pleasure of the overwhelming flame engulfing you.

You hear pleads. It’s probably your voice, but you’re too elated to focus. It’s only when you feel the scorching hot splash of his seed inside you that your mind reconnects to your body, your limbs boneless as you burrow yourself into his body, now prone on his back and sporting a softened cock.

Satisfied and spent, you drift away without a thought of protest, vaguely registering your own mumbles of “I love you” to your partner.

“Sleep, lass.”

And that you do.

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Imagine…

Wherever Shay travels, you are always on his mind and he often regrets not being able to show you what he gets to see.

“One day, we’ll stand here together, my love.”

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Oh gosh this is so sweet 🥺🥺🥺 @carissimipaixao​ something for you 💜

Imagine…

You’ve been part of Shay’s crew ever since he became The Morrigan’s captain, and you’ve always been one of his most trusted friends. After a particularly taxing battle with another ship, where you prove yourself once more, Shay offers you the chance to sail the newly acquired vessel — as its captain.

“The ship is yours, old friend. Sail by my side. The Morrigan could do with a sister at sea.”

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YAY update 🙌

I thought I reblogged a previous chapter but it seems like I didn’t 🤔

White Sands Warm The Cold Sea (pt 12)

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter ten

Chapter Eleven

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers' dad and betrothed are asses.

Chapter Twelve: The Port of Alderaan

Tech ushers a perplexed Hunter back to his captain's quarters. And while Crosshair goes back up the bird's nest, Wrecker mumbles something about the sails, and that… Well that leaves you alone. After some nervous twists, turns and pacing, during which your mind tries to decide if you really are the problem. With a deep breath you gather all of your courage (which you’re learning you have more of than you thought), and head in the direction Tech and Hunter went.

You get about halfway there before you think better of it. But by the time you’re back where you started, you’re already second guessing your second guess. And after some more pacing, you settle on bringing the Captain a Meilroon fruit.

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Assassin’s creed headcanon: How they would react if  your breasts were seen through the clothing.

Altaïr ibn la’ahad

Altaïr was watching you from his chamber that was across your window in the Masyaf castle. The very delicate fabric of your nightgown embraced your still wet skin, causing the fabric to turn transparent. He couldn’t help but let his eyes roam several times over your silky soft breasts, admiring your stiff nipples. He had to clear his throat several times because of the intense heat he was experiencing. In bed, he was staring at the ceiling and still saw the image of your breasts in front of him.

Ezio auditore da firenze

When Ezio decided to retire to his bedchamber in Monteriggioni he was passing through the corridors when he caught a glimp of the shining golden light that shone through the door that stood ajar. He knew it was inappropriate, but he couldn’t withdraw his curiosity. With prying eyes he curiously watched you combing your hair through the small slit between the door and the doorframe. With a thick gulp he lowered his gaze until they reached your beautiful breasts. He licked his scarred lips and bit them, trying to tame the desire to kiss and suck them.

Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton

It was deep in the afternoon and Connor still hadn’t returned yet. Achilles gave up the waiting and went to bed while you refused to sleep until Connor was back. It began raining heavily, making the nightgown cling desperately onto your curves. It did not take a few more minutes before Connor arrived, soaking wet from the rain. His eyes wandered to your petite body and he immediatley froze when his eyes fixated on your breasts. He gulped several times before his face flushed in a deep red that was visible even in the weak lights. He cleared his throat and walked past you, mubmbling a soft ‘Goodnight, Y/N’ while his hand covered the big bulge that grew in his pants.

Haytham Kenway

Haytham would be more professional about it than his son, but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t feeling the arousal. He woke you up far earlier than expected to give you new orders to be executed immediately. After a few knocks on the door you had opened it, meeting his gaze in a sleepy manner only wearing a thin nightgown that exposed your bare shoulders. His gaze wandered subtly to your chest before looking back at your face. His expression was still serious, but he softly wetted his lips with his tongue and cleared his throat a little before giving the orders. His gaze wandered several times to your breasts and back to your eyes, feeling his pants tighten a little before he stormed off.

Shay Cormac

Haytham had sent Shay to you to give you your new orders for tomorrow morning because he was busy with his paperwork. Shay had to knock several times before you opened the door, your naked body covered by a thin nightgown. He would get way to aroused because having to sail the seas for a few weeks to months surrounded by only men made him very frustrated. He’d have a very hard time to keep his eyes on your face without wandering along your slender neck to your collarbone to your chest imagining how he’d eagerly takes off your nightgown and kisses every part of your bare skin.

Edward Kenway

Just like Shay, Edward would get very frustrated after sailing the seas for months only surrounded by men. So after seeing your private parts through your clothing he would implode. He would give you teasing remarks about your exposed chest and even dares bumping accidentally against you with the bulge in his pants so you’d feel how aroused you made him. 

Arno Dorian

He would get very flustred, his face and ears covered in a reddish tint. He wold probably gape slightly without realising and because he is such a gentlemen he would get ashamed of his obnoxious actions. But he’d still occasionally steal glances of your private parts while licking his lips and swallows the lump that formed in his throat.

Jacob Frye

This man who always has something to say or a cocky remark to give would suspiciously turn very quit, flustered and aroused at first. But just like Edward he would have the guts to tease you with your “exposed” bodily features in a heated way. He would even dare to say ‘Excited to see me, love?’ reffering to your stiff nipples. His mind would wander and think about his warm big, rough hands caressing every inch of your body and kneeding your breasts.

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Secretly giving people gifts is so freaking cute. I want to do the same :((

hi! i wanted to ask how would react Altair, Ezio, Arno and Jacob if they had a secret admirer who's always sending them notes, flowers and stuff like that uwu thanks btw!!

14/06/2020: You guys are so wholesome with all this secret admirer stuff I love u guys.

“For me?”

Altair

He would be slightly confused at first.

Notes? Flowers? For him?

Once he finds out it’s you, he smiles about it.

He’s never thrown them away; he secretly enjoys reading them and does so whenever he feels upset or annoyed.

He genuinely appreciates it and is glad that he has someone like you.

Ezio

When he first sees the note next to some flowers on his nightstand, he pauses and looks around, a smirk playing on his lips. 

He approaches and reads the letter, before looking around again, to see if the culprit is still lurking around. 

Secretly he is very flattered, but openly he tries to hide it, nonchalantly mentioning it to other assassins in an undercover mission to figure out who it is. 

You reveal yourself eventually.

“I’m glad it was you, tesoro.”

Cue some innocent flirting. 

There will probably be some not so innocent flirting too.

I’ll just leave you guys to it... 

Arno

He’s obviously very flattered.

He makes it his priority to figure out who it is without them knowing.

Hiding out of sight and near the table, his heart swells when he sees you looking around cautiously before bolting out of the room.

He’s smiling like a Cheshire Cat because he hoped it would be you. 

You’re surprised by him leaning against the table when you next go to deliver your gifts. 

He walks up to you and wordlessly takes the items out of your hands and replaces them with a letter of his and a flower. 

It detailed everything he was feeling.

When you looked up, he greeted you with a kiss.

Jacob

A letter, you say?

He’ll write one back.

Everything you send him, he sends back his equivalent.

He always misses you though; but he enjoys this game he’s having.

A part of him doesn’t want to know, because that way the fun would be over. 

Eventually though, he walked in on you delivering. 

You would think that he’d be as witty as he always is.

But he finds himself swallowing his nerves, blushing red as he smiles bashfully.

Crushes are strange things, and he knows that you’ve had an effect on him that has been a hundred times more effective than anyone else he has been with.

“Oh no,” he thinks.

He’s in love.

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Yay for tunnel vision...  lovely french baguette forgetting everything around him whenever Elise is involved

Ok all I’m asking is an angsty/fluff about the reader being in love with Arno but he’s with Elise and yeah...I would love that (assassin reader)👌💕

I’ll do some HCs since nothing was specified. Hope it’s okay

He had told you about Elise before you knew she was a Templar. 

Even then you were jealous of them, and you never even met the girl. 

Arno doesn’t say much about her but just from the look her gets on his face when he does. . . it says a lot, even though he doesn’t.

You don’t ask him about her, fearing it would ruin a part of your relationship if you do. It burns in your chest.

But the day when he brings her into the bureau. . . oh boy, didn’t you boil. Almost over the edge. But it was because of Arno you forced your mouth shut.

She was beautiful; that red hair could stand out miles away. Her smile, her clothing, even the way she walked could attract anyone to her. 

It put a fire in your soul, one that wasn’t controlled and spreading like wildfire. You hated seeing them together as they worked, or simply just talked to one another. 

You distanced yourself away from Arno as much as you didn’t want to. He began to notice your disappearance. 

When confronted. . . you simply gave him that heartwarming smile you always gave him. Assassins were always good at keeping secrets. . .

“Just been a little tired to do anything, is all,” you say to him.

You notice they’re sneaking off together, and Arno usually tells you where he’s going. Not lately it seems. You want to follow but it was wrong; you knew you shouldn’t invade their privacy. 

Yet you wanted Arno for yourself, maybe get a head start in the morning and steal him away for a mission or a run. Any time with him alone, to be away from her, is all you wanted.

But Elise is like a magnet, always attracting the other, the other being Arno. And he is slowly slipping away from you. There’s nothing you can do.

They’ve been friends since. . . since forever really. How could you beat that? You’ve only known him a couple months, maybe a year. 

Your courage is starting to fade now, as well as your spirit. As much as you don’t want to admit it, maybe it’s time to give up on this stupid crush. On this. . . stupid, handsome, charming, young man you come to love. 

He’s fading away from you, and you can’t seem to catch up with him. She’s dragging him farther and farther. You’re not fast enough.

Eventually. . . you stop chasing him. It hurts like hell, but the thought of losing your best friend over her, a Templar of all things, it burns in your gut. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

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Arno Dorian sleeping image

Okay I have those headcanons in mind I have to share on this summer morning. 

First of all, Arno isn’t a morning person. Considering the fact that he gets drunk easily (which I totally understand myself !), it’s not easily a good idea to speak with him right after he gets up. 

However, he does have his little routine. He wakes up with the sun on his face like it’s a caress. He takes his time to fully wake up when he knows there is no rush and lays in bed for a few minutes. 

The first sounds he hears are from Paris: a cart delivery for the café downstairs, the steward delivering the first orders to the servants.  It doesn’t bother him since it was almost the same thing at Versailles at the de la Serre’s.

When he comes out of a drunken night out at a tavern, Arno sleeps dressed, usually not bothering to take off his shirt or even his shoes. But when this is not the case, it can happen that he only keeps pants.

He’s a delight to watch sleep when he isn’tt the result of a drinking contest. Our french assassin doesn’t move that much in his sleep and sleep is usually restful, even with nightmares that can haunt him.

His breathing is calm and he usually sleeps on his back, one hand resting on his stomach. He’s slightly serious and can frown (grumpy Arno I love you so much). The morning light makes him attractive if you like the Parisian aesthetic. 

Tips to wake him up :

Proceed with caution.

Wake him up with kisses

Don’t be noisy or too speed. He needs a moment or else, he’s in a bad mood all morning and worst, all day.

When you know he’s awake, rest your head on his chest and look at him slowly realizing you’re not a dream. He will smile and hug you and it’s the best !