#Élise and Arno

[damez1979]

Arno's Darkest Hour: Expelled From the Brotherhood?

[roundworm1111]

[desmond69miles]

This doesn't stop me from loving either of them

[bankaizen]

So that's it, then? The course of history forever altered, never again to return?

Maybe we can't go back. But going forward isn't necessarily an ending.

[donnaajah]

Jauh² lo dari temen gw🗿☝

:v

Image I saw on TikTok but with some AC characters I love (especially underrated ones)

[a-m-pyra]

I'm that close 🤏 to write a fanfic Arno x OC with a vibe of soft Prince Charming.

[blackflash9]

Arno vs Shay: What Everyone Gets Wrong

The desire to see a confrontation of Arno vs Shay is a deeply flawed sentiment that undermines both characters’ narratives and the broader themes of Assassin’s Creed Unity and Assassin’s Creed Rogue. While it might seem enticing to pit these two protagonists against one another, such a conflict disregards the complexity of their arcs and the critical exploration of themes like fanaticism, disillusionment, and the cyclical nature of control and freedom.

The idea of framing Arno and Shay as opposing forces in a revenge-driven conflict imposes a shallow binary of "hero vs. villain" that is antithetical to the nuanced storytelling of both games. Arno’s journey is not defined by blind allegiance to the Assassin Brotherhood or a pursuit of vengeance. Similarly, Shay’s defection to the Templars is not a simplistic descent into villainy. Both characters grapple with the failures of their respective factions and reject extremism in their own ways.

Forcing these two into an artificial rivalry strips away the depth of their individual struggles. Their arcs explore self-realization, moral conflict, and growth (or the lack thereof). Reducing them to a superficial feud does a disservice to the thematic weight of their stories, flattening them into caricatures of what they truly represent. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thematic Dissonance and Their Individual Journeys: Arno’s story in Unity deconstructs the Assassin's Creed's ideals about power and freedom. Against the backdrop of the French Revolution—when ideals like liberty devolved into oppression—Arno’s arc is about recognizing the perils of fanaticism and blind idealism. He watches how unyielding belief in freedom or vengeance consumes those around him, from Élise’s relentless quest for revenge to Germain’s pursuit of power.

Shay’s story in Rogue similarly critiques fanaticism from a different angle. His disillusionment with the Assassins stems from their reckless pursuit of Pieces of Eden, which leads to widespread destruction and loss of innocent lives. Shay’s decision to join the Templars reflects his desire for order over chaos, but it also exposes his inability to entirely escape the cycle of blind obedience. By killing Charles Dorian, Shay mirrors the very flaws he sought to escape from the Assassins, becoming a pawn in the Templars' machinations and perpetuating the destruction he once sought to prevent.

A direct confrontation between Arno and Shay would undermine the resolution already present in their stories. Arno’s arc is about breaking free from the destructive cycles of vengeance and fanaticism. His final moments of repairing his father’s broken watch symbolize his decision to move forward, embracing growth and balance rather than being trapped by past grievances.

Shay, on the other hand, is a tragic figure. Despite recognizing the flaws of the Assassins, he fails to rise above ideological rigidity, falling into the same trap as the Templars. His choices reflect a man who cannot escape his past, even as he seeks to correct it. This tragic repetition makes him a cautionary tale rather than an authentic foil to Arno’s progression. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

What Everyone Gets Wrong:

Ultimately, the thematic victory has already occurred. Arno embodies the true spirit of the Creed, rejecting the extremes of ideology and forging his own path forward. Shay, conversely, remains ensnared by the cycles he sought to break, unable to escape the trap of fanaticism. A confrontation between them would add nothing to these already powerful arcs and would only dilute their meaning.

There is no need for Arno to seek revenge or "defeat" Shay.

It has already happened.

[hoodedboy79]

Hey. I just saw your post of the idea to write about Assassins Creed. It’s lovely to see someone who would write about the Assasins, like Bayek (he doesn’t get enough love). I don’t have anything particular in mind but I’d love to see some/or reactions of some kind of Bayek, Arno and/or any you feel comfortable with. Have a nice day :))

Being Best Friends With Them: Bayek, Arno & Jacob.

Just to start off with I'm sorry this took so long for me to do but I've got major writers block atm so these might be ass but I tried. Also Arno might be extra ooc cuz I only brought Unity a few days ago when it went on sale and haven't done more than the beginning yet so apologies in advance 😅

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Bayek

• The most loyal, lifelong friend you're ever going to get right here.

• Even if you two don't see each other as often anymore after Bayek became a Medjay and started a family.

• Talking about him starting a family, you were one of the first people he told when he found out Aya was expecting.

• Invites you over regularly to eat dinner with him and his family, along with Hepzefa and Rabiah if they are free.

• He loves that his closest people get on so well.

• You accompanying him, Khemu and Chenzira on their hunting trips.

• As much as he wants to confide in you after Khemu's death and Aya's departure, he can't bring himself to. Not only because he doesn't want to speak about it when the wound is so fresh but he doesn't want to burden you with his feelings.

• So he doesn't say much to you before leaving to track down the Heron.

• When he eventually returns, and is in a slightly better headspace than before he left, he was happy to see you, and Hepzefa, waiting for him.

• You two have a lot to catch up on.

Arno

• Will silently judge every stupid decision you make, his face tells you exactly what he wants to say though to the point it doesn't feel as 'silent' anymore.

• He will help you clean up and or defend you from the consequences of said stupid decision though.

• The type to have clothes made for you, regardless of your social status.

• Depending on your personality, there's going to be a LOT of disagreements between you two due to Arno's stubbornness (and yours, potentially) but he's willing to come to a compromise with you after enough back and forth, he probably won't admit if he was wrong though.

• Arno never truly gets over Élise and has times where his grief rears it's head, sometimes he'll allow you to comfort him even if it's just by sitting in the same room in silence while you both get on with your own things or other times he'll avoid everyone completely and try to keep himself busy with random tasks till he feels ready to see people again.

• Would like to visit the theatre with you occasionally or just relax for once and have a discussion about art or the newest plays.

• Gossip duo 💅🏻

Jacob

• Sheer pandemonium.

• You two together brings the fear of God into people.

• Spending hours with him in the pub, whether it be indulging in drinking games, playing Whist (don't worry he won't drown you in the river if you beat him) or just chatting with the Rooks, Jacob will make sure you enjoy yourself and hopefully get you to stay just another hour (and buy another round).

• Tells Maxwell about you and eventually invites you to accompany them on one of their random outings.

• We all know how that eventually ends.

• Both of you teasing Evie about Henry. Jacob will definitely turn on you though if he finds out you are courting someone/being courted, it isn't just Evie he's willing to tease.

• He would find out as much as he could about the person that you're interested in, especially if their the one trying to court you. He's been betrayed by people close to him before and doesn't want you to go through the same thing if he can help it.

• He'll make almost everything a (friendly) competition with you; Who can climb this building faster? Who can kill the most Blighters in this random street fight? Who can escape the police quicker?, things like that. Evie will even sometimes join in, which usually ends with the twins bickering after she wins.

• You and Jacob really do share the same braincell at times fr.

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I haven't done any hc's in a hot minute and I can see why lol. Maybe I'll rewrite these one day or add to it I dunno.

[teecupangel]

I was reading some DCxDP posts and it occurred to me that the League of Assassins are how the Templars view the AC Assassins, right? Like LoA are the "Bad guys/cult" to the DC Heroes but in AC they're the "Good guys/cult" to the Assassins but not to the Templars.

That really depends on which Templars we're talking about.

Some of them think that Assassins are more like idiots than evil like the Borgias. Robert de Sablé seemed to think of them as fools ignorant to how they're being used by their master.

There are those who think them more as nuisance or annoying like Haytham. He never seemed to actually be afraid of them but he also didn't think of them as evil. Haytham is more or less on the side of "good and evil mean nothing, the fundamentals of our beliefs is the reason why we can never see eye to eye"

I'm actually trying to think if there was ever a Templar who thought the Assassins were evil.

Shay is probably the closest but not even that close since his thoughts were less of the Assassins being evil and more of the Assassins being too self-centered to realize the danger they're placing everyone. So he's more on the side of thinking the Assassins are fools who are biting more than they could chew.

Ayala was wary of them but it wasn't like he was truly afraid of them. Starrick only thought of the Frye twins as annoying until they really started making a dent on his plans and, even then, he was angry but it didn't feel like he thought they were evil.

Germain was probably more focused on Élise than Arno XD

If there was ever an Assassin that the Templars would think as evil, it would be Jack the Ripper.

But then again...

Civilians themselves would agree that Jack the Ripper was evil in their eyes.

[especiallyhaytham]

It's so funny to me that the moment Arno got kicked out of the Brotherhood I was like "Oh this is going to be a big symbolic Rogue thing where Arno has to grapple with his anger and finally put it away, whereas Shay succumbed to it etc etc" no actually he just loses all his clothes and starts stealing liquor. Élise had to go get him.

[damez1979]

Arno and Élise's HOT AIR BALLOON ESCAPE! | Assassin's Creed Unity

[rea-grimm]

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.

Assassin's Creed Masterlist

[desmond69miles]

The Catch

This is sort of a prologue to 'An Artists Eye'. It uses the same way of meeting/Élise and Bellec are still alive, but reading the previous fic is not necessary! This is supposed to be after the game (but obviously a different ending), it more so came out as a completly different timeline- what the hell it's fiction anyway

Arno offers to show you around the hidden assassin base below Cafe Theatre. He also offers a risky sexual time in a small, curtain-drawn study in the archives.

Warnings/Tags: Google translated French, GN reader (no descriptions listed), oral sex/blowjob, risky sex, getting caught, probably ooc Axeman but IDK anything about him (he 'flirts' with you).

Word Count: 3.4k (rounded up)

AO3 LINK: Here

Enjoy.

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Arno Dorian was a man of many suits. He drank like a monster, risked his life daily in more ways than one, and fought like a madman. But, he was an attentive lover. Caring and somewhat good-natured when it came to you.

You were wary of Arno's regular disappearances and injuries once you started dating him, perhaps a little more worried than a normal partner would be. You weren't sure if his gambling was getting him into fistfights or if he got into one too many scraps with local drunks, but you could never recall a time when he didn't come back to you unharmed. 

At first, you’d thought him a thief or maybe a smuggler. To your surprise, he was neither (or both) but an assassin. You laughed at him then, giving him a look of disbelief, but when he stayed stone-faced, your look of humor soon turned into panic. 

“Arno,” you had said, “you cannot be serious. An assassin?” He gave you a slight smirk that you can still picture perfectly today and took your hands in his. “Yes, an assassin. I’ve been one since I was twenty-two.” He said it so plainly that there was no other truth besides that- a killer. You weren’t scared, though, and perhaps you should have been. You trusted him not to get himself captured or, worse, killed. 

Despite your trust, he did come home wounded quite often. The unexplained injuries suddenly made a lot more sense, especially the stab and slash marks from a sword--and, god forbid, a bullet hole once in a blue moon. While you weren’t thrilled about becoming skilled at suturing your lover, you got exceptionally good at it. In return, Arno affectionately called you ‘mon infirmière.’

My nurse.

“Arno,” you sighed nervously while threading a needle. “You know that you’re supposed to stick them with your sword, not be stuck by their sword, right?” He laughed and winced after, fists clenching at the two-centimeter-deep slash wound on his right side. “Oui, mon amour, I’m well aware. Sometimes, it’s a bit difficult while fighting three people at the same time.” You side-eye him then, tutting. “I have you, though, mon infirmière. You are much more gentler than Elise and not as scrutinizing.” 

You also missed him a lot, even when he was right beside you. The constant fear that he might one day leave and never come back haunted you.  Every time he returned in the dead of the night, you couldn't help but feel a surge of relief. You would thank him, your voice barely audible as he quietly removed his boots, careful not to disturb your sleep. 

It’s been six months since you’ve started dating Arno. Your worry decreased dramatically during that time. Partially because the longest missions Arno’s been on are only a few days to a week at most, partially because he’d always spend a day or two before that mission with you doing things he’d know would quell your stress. This time, though, he’d be traveling to Toulouse for three weeks: six hundred and seventy-eight kilometers, a day and a half carriage ride away.

Arno was going to leave in two days, and he had been spending time with you in between the preparations. You sat in a chair by the fire, scribbling around your sketchbook. Arno was gone—probably below Cafe Theatre or in the study—the only thing keeping you company was the gentle crackling of the flames and the songbirds chirping outside in the terrace garden. Summer was coming to its final stretch and starting to transition into fall. Leaves were turning into gorgeous shades of red and orange, the temperature just warm enough to leave without a coat, and the apple trees were blooming to make the perfect apple cider. 

A beautiful time of growth and change, and you’d be experiencing it with mostly Elise and your best friend (not that you had anything against Elise or your best friend; you did love them, but something about fall was so romantic). 

“Mon amour,” a disembodied voice said, “what are you drawing?” His hands rested on your shoulders, squeezing lovingly before he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.  “Eurasian jays,” you replied, moving your gaze from the crisp paper to your lover. He stole a chaste kiss and looked at your page of elegantly drawn birds. Arno recognized them as the bird that stole a piece of your bread a few months back, a smile drawing to his face. 

Arno sighed through his nose. “How are you?” he asked, his voice ever more soothing at this peaceful moment. “Alright. How is your work going? Are you still leaving in two days?” His slight noise had confirmed, although he did not speak, and he moved one of his hands down, carefully taking your sketchpad away and setting it down on the table next to the chair. 

“I have something that might put your mind at ease during my mission,” Arno said softly. “The Council has permitted you to visit our headquarters. You can meet my mentor and our fellow assassins. While you can't go there alone, I thought it might comfort you to see where I spend my time.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, quickly taking his hand as he helped you stand.

“I wouldn’t suggest it if I weren’t certain,” he replied, reassuringly smiling. “There aren’t many people there right now, maybe my mentor or a few friends. We could go now if you’d like?” You chewed your lip briefly, pretending to ponder before nodding. “Alright, let’s go.”

Arno led you down the familiar hallways of Cafe Theatre, but this time, he stopped at a spot you had never taken much notice of before. With an odd-looking key that you’ve never seen before slotted into the lock, the dark wooden door swung open with a quiet groan. Inside was a dimly lit staircase that descended into a stone hallway with a red rug lining the middle.  “This way,” he said, taking your hand as he guided you into the dimly lit corridor.

The passage trailed downward, the air growing cooler and damper as you descended. The walls were lined with old, worn stone, and the faint scent of old books and earth made up the air. Arno walked with the confidence of a man who’d traversed these halls too many times to count, his gloved fingertips brushing against the bricks while his arm that didn’t wield the blade held your hand. 

Eventually, you arrived at the bottom of the staircase. The hallway was much grander than you had seen from the top of the stairs--curtains framing big paintings of what you assumed were important figures in the assassin world, numerous pedestals holding silver or iron statues, and a large red tapestry with a white emblem on it hanging from the tall ceilings, the Creed’s sigil. The room was illuminated by torches mounted on the walls, casting a warm, flickering glow that danced over Arno’s face and shadowed a beautiful gleam on him. 

Once the hallway ended, there was a room containing a long table surrounded by haphazardly pushed-in chairs. On all four sides of the room was another hallway, but the one in front of you led into a vast room resembling a courtroom. It was no less magnificent than the hallways—possibly a little more—such as the oak table covered in various maps and documents and the walls lined with weapons and other neatly organized tools of the trade. 

Arno turns to you with a gentle smile, speaking in a tone that feels a little too loud for the setting, “This is where I spend much of my time when I’m not with you. It’s not much, but it’s home.” 

You took in your surroundings with a deep breath. There was a strange comfort, as well as uncertainty and awe, seeing where Arno lived most of his life. You had talked about seeing the creed’s hideout when you first found out about his position, and honestly, what you saw now was not what you envisioned in your mind. When you think of Assassin, you think of torturing and other dark things. While you were sure it did happen, there was no hint of it here. 

True to his word, there weren’t many people in the hideout. In fact, there wasn’t a soul around. “Is it normal for there not to be people?” You ask, looking at Arno as he wraps an arm around your waist. “No. Usually, there are many people, but most of us are out on missions, and the council is out on a meeting with-” “Arno!” 

“Axeman, mon ami!” 

You turned your head to the right to see a man walking towards you, an axe strapped on his back. You rolled your eyes playfully at the ‘clever’ name of his friend. Axeman slapped his hand on Arno’s shoulder in a hello, his brown eyes meeting yours. “And half of us thought you made them up,” he jests, sticking his hand out for you to take and gently kissing the back of your hand. “How could I make someone so great up?” Arno smiles, and his arm briefly squeezes you closer. 

Axeman chuckles while running a hand through his pushed-back brown hair. “As much as I’d like to stay and chat with your lovely partner, I do have a mission to get to.” He gives you a small smile and Arno a playful smack again, turning to walk the way you came in. “Bellec’s around, so be on your best behavior.” 

Once his buddy left, your lover turned to you, giving you a frisky smirk. “Let me give you a tour,” Arno grabbed your hand again with a slight squeeze and led you deeper into the underground hideout, his hand warm even through the worn leather glove. “This way,” Arno said, pulling you to the left hallway. This passage was thinner than the others and dimly lit by candelabras placed every five feet, occasional carvings etched into the stone walls between large pillars. Large wooden doors started after the fourth pillar, and Arno took you to the second one on the right side, swinging open the heavy door and nodding you inside. 

“This is the main training room.” He gestured with a flourish, letting you step inside and look around. The space was huge, with mats covering the floor. Wooden dummies and targets lined two of the four walls, some riddled with throwing knives and arrows, some looking so broken it was just remembrance of rough training. Three assassins were sparring, one sitting down to the side drinking water and two practicing their knife skills. 

“Care for a quick lesson?” He teased, knowing full well that you weren’t one for battling people, instead gnats or annoying flies that buzzed around. “Maybe later,” you replied with a grin, “What’s next?” 

He followed you out and closed the door behind him, leading you across the hall into the next door. “Here is the armory.” The room opened to reveal wooden walls lined with weapons of every kind: swords, daggers, pistols, rifles, smoke bombs, bomb bombs, and, of course, things to maintain the hidden blade. Each was meticulously maintained and ready for action. “Most of us have our preferred weapons, so this is mainly for recruits or people who have lost a weapon. Pick any weapon, and it’ll have a story,” Arno said, following you inside.

His fingers brushed an ornate-looking sword, the beautiful engraving on the blade glinting in the candlelight. You reached out, touching a dagger with an intricate hilt next to the sword Arno was looking at. “What about this one?”

“Ah, that belonged to Thomas de Carneillon, an assassin in the 13th and 14th century,” Arno explained, “he tried to steal a sword of Eden, the same one that killed Germaine.” He gives you an inquisitive look and lets you wander around the round room, watching as you observe the weapons with a curiosity that makes his stomach twinge in an absurd kind of attractiveness. 

Once you circle the room and return to Arno, he offers his hand again and leads you out of the room and deeper into the hallway. “You’ll love this,” he assures, motioning towards the end of the hallway where a huge arch opened up to a library. “This is the south archive,” he said, smiling at your giddy smile. 

It smelled like old parchment, ink, and worn leather-bound books, a scent that engrained itself in your brain. Shelves upon shelves of ancient tomes, scrolls, and books lined the walls, going up to the ceiling where a giant metal chandelier hung. Maroon velvet curtains lined the arch, and when you slipped into the library, you didn’t notice Arno tugging the golden rope that held them back. The drapes made a soft noise as they closed, dimming the room just the slightest bit, and Arno watched as your fingers trailed over the spines of the books. 

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured. “You said that this is the South archive?” Arno hummed a ‘yes,’ coming up behind you as you pulled one of the smaller books off the shelf. He wrapped his arms around your hips and kissed your temple, scanning the book you opened. “This library isn’t the biggest one here, but this one is always empty, perfect for us.” 

Arno watched the trail of your fingertips against the worn paper, gentle like your fingers when you trail them over Arno’s back. His eyes followed your hand as you turned the page, forefinger and thumb pinching the page like when you pinch your nipple while he’s fingering you. He should not be turned on right now. 

“Arno,” you said, head turning to look at your lover behind you. His eyes caught yours, your pretty eyes that always glistened right before you orgasmed, and right then, he made up his mind. Before you could speak again, Arno had pressed his lips against your soft ones, maybe just a little too roughly, the leather of the book in your hands creaking with how hard you gripped it. 

His hand grabbed the book from your hands and placed it back on the shelf with a little bit of struggle. Nipping your bottom lip, Arno’s hands gripped your hips and slipped his tongue inside your mouth. He tasted like wine and something sweet--something him-- and god, you’d be lying if it wasn’t intoxicating for the both of you. When you did pull away, a slim bridge of saliva connected your lips and snapped when he licked his. You were suddenly very aware of the predicament you’ve gotten yourself into--his erection pressed into your behind and his needy hands wandering your body.

“We’re in the base,” you un-needily whispered, sucking in a small breath as his lips moved to your jaw and pressed a kiss just behind your jawbone. “Oui, but we are alone. No one is near us, and we’ll be quiet.” You shakily breathed as he continued to kiss along the side of your neck and fuck; if the thought of risk didn’t set a throbbing between your legs, you weren’t sure what did. 

With an enthusiastic nod, Arno grabbed your hand and pulled you to one of the curtain-drawn study rooms off to the side. As he did with the entrance to the archive, Arno pulled the rope holding the drapes back off and dropped it to the floor. The ambient candlelight under the curtains, the only light in the ‘private’ study room, set a surprisingly intimate aura as Arno’s hand cups the side of your face and kisses you again. This one was headier, making your mind swim as his other hand grabbed your butt, pushing your hips into his. 

Your hands that had been resting on his shoulders slipped down his chest and to his belt, one palming his obvious arousal and the other fiddling with the belt buckle. He groaned into your mouth, hips chasing your hand as you moved it up to help undo the buckle. His hands joined yours in a messy struggle, and once his belt was undone, you immediately sank to your knees. 

Arno swore--a short, breathy ‘merde’ that sent every single ounce of blood that was in your brain rushing south, and with that blood came a fleeting thought of how easy it was to get you to suck him off in a place with people. It wasn’t the first time that you had sexual interactions in a public place--far from it--but it was the first time that you’d be on the giving end. 

His hand came to rest on the back of your head as your fingers unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down with his undergarments just to free his cock. Even in the darkness, you could tell that he was fully hard, your hand that didn’t rest on his hip coming to stroke him teasingly slow. Your thumb swiped over his tip that dribbled precum, and his hips twitched with a soft groan that was nothing short of heavenly. 

You softly pressed your lips against his head and trailed them down his shaft, letting your spit dribble against his heated skin and slicking him up with your hand. His quiet groans and the schlick of your hand made up the space--an erotic opera--and finally, your lips slipped around his tip and gently sucked. “Dieu, fuck, don’t stop,” Arno groaned, hips rocking in time with the drawls and push of your head. After enough saliva drips from your mouth and down his cock you took him deeper in just so the head of his cock was resting against the back of your tongue. 

Arno moved both of his hands to the side of your head and gently held you in place, his thumbs stroking over your cheekbones, and he began to thrust into your mouth. At first, his thrusts were shallow, but as your hands came to his thighs once again, Arno gave a chuckle and picked up his pace. You slid your tongue against the underside of him, and he let out a groan, one that was a little too loud. “Good job, mon amour, good job…” 

No matter how many times you took him in any way, there was never a time where he failed to make you so painfully aroused. 

“Suck,” Arno said, stopping his movements rather deep inside the constrictive heat of your throat and petting your head. And just like he said, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked. His head thudded against the wall he had his back rested on, and, oh, that groan. Primal and needy and wanting in every sinful way known to man. “S'il vous plaît, continuez, putain, juste comme ça. Tu me prends si bien- si bien, fuck!”

His fingers threaded through your hair and gripped the strands, holding them tight as he rocked against your mouth. Arno was so, so close, you just needed to suck a little harder and-

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, ARNO?!” 

You immediately pull off of Arno, who seems equally surprised but, strangely enough, not embarrassed. You wiped the back of your mouth with your hand and turned around, face mortified at the silhouette of a man standing in the doorway. He shook his head and turned around, letting the curtain fall behind him, and you could still tell he was outside due to the shadow from under the drapes. Arno haphazardly tucked himself back into his pants and offered you a hand up off the ground. When he pulled you up, you gave him a look, one that said Arno, are you fucking kidding me? but all he did was chuckle and step out of the study. 

“Désolé, Bellec.” Your lover said, utterly unphased by the fact you had just been caught in a very precarious and intimate moment, and you heard a sigh from not Arno. “You never fail to amaze me, pisspot,” The man- Bellec- laughed. 

You stood in the study for a good fifteen minutes with your face aflame, too embarrassed to even walk out of the hideout. 

Thankfully the second meeting with Bellec was not when you were sucking Arno off and instead over wine (that doesn’t mean you weren’t a hot-faced mess with an embarrassed smile on your face throughout the whole thing, though). 

[bankaizen]

What are you saying?

I'm willing to risk everything to put Germain down. If you don't have the stomach for revenge, then I don't need your help.

[dirtyasscreedsecrets]

'Why do I think Elise pegged Arno? Hot hot hot'

[greenlaut]

fuck it,

LIST OF INCENSES I THINK AC 1 - AC UNITY CHARACTERS WOULD LIKE

credentials: (1) incense is a big thing in my country both for daily and religious uses; (2) i have a shit ton of incenses bc i use them regularly

ALTAÏR IBN LA'AHAD — his most familiar scent is frankincense bcs either umar or rashid lit up a lot of frankincense (haha old man incense). BUT his favorite scent is jasmine because it's sweet and calming it's like a soothing balm to his running thoughts and worries. also the scent of jasmine here has supernatural connotations, so i think it's fitting for altaïr as the master assassin herald of death etc etc

MALIK AL SAYF — oud. definitely oud. very charismatic and heavy. definitely suits him bcs as soon u enter his space u will think he's someone not to be trifled with. it also has a family/brotherly connotation to it which suits malik. if u want combination; oud + sandalwood

KADAR AL SAYF — champaca. it's sweet and bright. reminds u of a singing bird maybe? if u catch a whiff of it in the wind it feels like napping in a hazy afternoon.

MARIA THORPE — jasmine with tuberose. almost woody? floral. probably reminds you of moonlit night with silk curtains blowing in the wind

EZIO AUDITORE DA FIRENZE — sandalwood. a classic. with frankincense and myrhh. this scent reminds me of church (our churches usually light these scented incenses). it's heady and heavy. if you smell it too much it can overwhelm you.

LEONARDO DA VINCI — citrus and agarwood. very playful and has creative vibes to it. it also smells very unique and reminds me of a warm person

CONNOR KENWAY — majegau. this one is very specific. majegau is a type of tree sacred to people in bali region (i'm from java so i dont know much). but the scent is very mountainous. it reminds me slightly of sandalwood but much lighter, and gives off a more foresty vibes. it has a very respectful but down-to-earth air to it that suits connor's person

AVELINE DE GRANPRE — citrus and vanilla. i'll be honest i never had this one, but i'm trusting what people said. it's apparently very unique and refreshing scent when burnt. kind of woody surprisingly with just a hint of sweetness to it. i also think aveline would like clove incense. it's sweet and has something underneath that feels like it's ready to strike

ADÉWALÉ — also an oud enjoyer methinks. maaybe oud + frankincense. i think smelling the incense will help settle down his thoughts and pain, bcs it's a very meditative and heady scent. charismatic vibes

EDWARD KENWAY — tobacco, clove, and cinnamon. it's smoky and heady. kind of pirate vibes. it's a very overwhelming scent to some people bcs of the tobacco

HAYTHAM KENWAY — i feel like he has a very old man taste so i'm chucking lotus OR frankincense. i think he'd like both bcs they're the most "classic" incense scents. definitely charismatic tbh

SHAY CORMAC — tobacco. smoky. just a classic "smokes and mirrors". it's kinda sad? it's a very lonely scent i think

ARNO VICTOR DORIAN — vanilla with sandalwood. it's heady and sweet with woody undertone to it. it has a european vibes to it that i personally dont like to light (vanilla doesnt smell good in humid weather to me), but definitely suits arno. it's sensitive yet strong, kind of tragic

ÉLISE DE LA SERRE — rose. definitely rose. cloying, floral, and sweet. has mixed receptions; it's a classic scent but i personally dont like it. i think it suits élise for her complicated nature. flitting and impossible to mistake

fin.