#Protective Arno

[jewels-writes]

Protected (Arno Dorian x Reader)

Prompt: Arno protects reader Pairing: Arno x Reader Warnings: Violence, angst, hurt/comfort

In the dimly lit alleyway, shadows danced and tension hung thick in the air. You found yourself backed into a corner, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. The group of enemies before you wore wicked smirks, their menacing voices taunting you.

"Give us what we want, or we'll make sure you never see another sunrise," one of them snarled, brandishing a gleaming blade.

Just as despair threatened to consume you, a familiar voice cut through the darkness like a ray of light. "Laisse-la tranquille! (Leave them alone!)" Arno's voice rang out, his tone filled with fierce determination.

In that moment, hope surged within you as Arno emerged from the shadows, his figure exuding confidence and strength. He swiftly engaged the group of enemies, his movements fluid and precise, every strike delivered with purpose.

You watched in awe as Arno's assassin training unfolded before your eyes, his elegant combat style a symphony of calculated moves. He effortlessly disarmed his adversaries, their weapons clattering to the ground, while his agility allowed him to dodge their feeble attempts to retaliate.

As the last enemy fell, defeated and sprawled on the ground, Arno turned towards you, his eyes searching your face. Relief washed over him, a wave of emotion crashing against the walls of his stoic exterior.

"Je suis si soulagé que tu sois saine et sauve, (I’m so relieved that you’re safe and sound.)" Arno breathed, his voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and genuine concern. "Are you hurt?"

You managed a weak smile, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. "I'm shaken, but I'll be alright thanks to you, Arno," you replied, your voice carrying a tremor of gratitude.

Without a second thought, Arno closed the distance between you, his arms encircling you in a protective embrace. The world faded away as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the comforting rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

"I cannot bear the thought of losing you," Arno murmured, his voice filled with raw emotion. "Tu es si précieux pour moi. (You’re so precious to me.)"

His words resonated deep within your heart, and you clung to him, finding solace in his strength and the warmth of his presence. The weight of the recent danger lifted from your shoulders as you reveled in the safety of his arms.

As the two of you stood in the aftermath of the battle, the street slowly regaining its usual rhythm, you felt an unspoken connection between you and Arno. In that moment, it was as if time stood still, the chaos of the world fading into the background, leaving only the bond that had been forged through shared struggles and unspoken understanding.

As you pulled away from the embrace, gratitude and admiration shone in your eyes. "Thank you, Arno," you whispered, your voice filled with reverence. "For being my protector, my guardian angel."

Arno's gaze softened, a tender smile gracing his lips. "I would do anything to keep you safe," he confessed, his voice carrying a gentle sincerity. "Tu es ma lumière, mon amour. (You are my light, my love.)"

In that moment, you knew that you were not alone in this treacherous world. You had found solace and sanctuary in the arms of Arno Dorian, an unwavering presence who would always be there to shield you from the darkness. And as the echoes of the night faded away, you walked forward, hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that you had found a love that would endure.

[thebleedingeffect]

Can't wait to figure out just when in the story Arno loses absolutely everything so that I can throw Jacob in there and have Arno be horribly protective paired with Jacob's abandonment issues 💙

[ramshackledtrickster]

Merfolk au Arno, as voted upon on my Patreon!

I really appreciate the support and this was really fun to do and get out of the way 💖 I’m not super familiar with Arno’s character but my partner helped me a ton so thank you and shoutout mwagh

Some lore reasons for this species assignment:

Picked a lightning maroon clownfish bc while they do occur in nature, they’re mostly aquarium fish/bred as ‘designer clownfish’ but for the sake of the au he’s just this species by happenstance.

Thematically it’s bc he’s a little more ‘domestic’/was raised as a ward (low key a glorified servant from what I’ve been told).

He’s resistant stings and venom, and that’s kinda like. His capacity to put up with toxicity from other characters around him and that kind of bullshit i guess??.

He’s a highly mutualistic guy (with a fondness for cnidarians). He depends on that kind of bond to survive, and his arc with Elise is like that kinda,, but it’s fated to not to be in canon (clownfish can’t survive well outside of their reefs and rely on symbiosis, Elise would be epipelagic and much more independent)

Good parental instincts !! I don’t know much about the dead kings dlc but I heard despite his conflicts with Léon he does pull through and protect him in the end. Clownfish are particularly good and attentive fathers towards eggs, protecting and fanning them

For those of you who are on my patreon, you might know who my next merfolk au character might be!! Once again, I really appreciate the support (and feel free to check it out if you’re interested !!)

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a fic about how different Assassin’s cuddle? Your main bunch is fine

btw I love your writing, I’ve been re-reading your stuff and it has me kicking my legs and giggling like a school girl

have a great day!

Oh of course! Thank you so much for reading and supporting my writing 😄 and I love that comparison, making me giggle like a schoolgirl too 🥹💞

a/n - I’ll add as many of the leads as I can so everyone gets some love

Masterlist 11

Altair

The type who says he doesn’t like cuddles but absolutely does! Likes being the big spoon to where he feels protectively wrapped around you

Ezio

Kicking, clicking his heels and twirling his hair! Yes please, absolutely, bene bene! Any excuse to kiss you more

Desmond

Lover boy who likes laying on top of you cause if you’re cuddling, you’re not going anywhere!

Connor

Likes to cuddle with you on top his chest and those large arms wrapped around you

Arno

Did he hear you right? You wanna cuddle 🥹 with him? Yes please cherie!! Any type of cuddle where he can admire and kiss you

Jacob

A whole teddy bear cuddler, with a scruff that tickles you, who also lets his lips and hands and mind wander 😉

Evie

First it starts off as reading together as some down time but then evolves into cuddles when the book is less interesting than you 💕

Haytham

Thinks he’s too dignified and above cuddles but the second you thread your fingers through his hair, it’s immediate defeat and he wants to just hold you

Basim

You are LOCKED IN!! Even if you try to move, Basim will whine if you try to pry out of his arms

Shay

Cuddles are an excuse of his to be as flirtatious as possible, even letting those hands wander 😏

Kassandra

Sometimes you need cuddles, sometimes she does too; cuddling face to face is a more intimate preference

Eivor

Warm and toasty cuddles 🥰 completely submerged under all the furs and blankets

Aveline

She’s a sweet cuddler that likes to leave little kisses here and there when you start to doze off

[anli-rambles]

No bc the 18th century assassins were actual shit and I'm not just talking about the Colonial branch, like-

The British brotherhood let a Templar GRANDMASTER run off with the son of one of their master assassins after his death and never did anything to save him. Years later that boy grows up to be a Templar, climbs up the ranks of the Order at lightning speed, and kills one of their assassin masters after stealing his hidden blade. And how do they respond to that ? They send one of their novices after him on a ship to Boston to kill him. Alone. And that novice, instead of going the assassin way and stab Haytham in the back or something, tries to defend him from getting killed by some other guys on deck before engaging him in a fucking sword fight during which he gives Haytham, A MASTER SWORDSMAN, HIS OWN GODDAMN SWORD, LIKE WHAT IN THE-

Then you have the disaster that was the Colonial Brotherhood. Achilles, the last student of Ah Tabai, goes on to do the one thing Ah Tabai spent the entirety of Black Flag warning Edward against (tampering with Isu sites) and becomes mentor to absolute psychopaths. They were working with gangs who were harassing civilians for protection money and developing chemical weapons that they planned on unleashing on entire cities, not to mention that they caused two earthquakes that killed hundreds of thousands and were going to do it a third time (and probably would never have stopped) had Shay and Haytham not intervened. Also, instead of talking shit out with an obviously traumatised Shay, they demonised him, shot him off a cliff, and left him for dead without even checking if he'd died or not - they were so bad that they made Shay, the most un-Templaresque person ever, defect to the Templars, which inevitably led to their downfall and you can't even blame the Templars for massacring all of them bc they were an absolute menace to society. Plus they were allied with the Fr*nch and it should be common knowledge that this is the worst crime one could ever commit

AND SPEAKING OF THE FRENCH ! Those bitches were also completely brain dead !! Like, they knew what happened to Haytham and how the man turned out, but they still let the Templar Grandmaster adopt Arno, the son of one of their master assassins, just like the British had done with Edward. Like, they should have known it could end in an absolute disaster. And they banished Arno, probably their most promising recruit since Charles Dorian's death, for doing his fucking job as an assassin just because he broke some rules, which is so dumb coming from people whose motto contains the lines "everything is permitted", I just- ☠️

Ratohnhaké:ton was legit the only 18th century assassin with a functioning brain cell istg

[vcnillazelda]

alarm

bradley bradshaw x reader

summary: you call bradley on a fateful night.

tags: established relationship, house burglars, protective! bradley, bradley’s such a good bf, he’s bf material, mild angst, happy ending

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you turn off the tv; bored of the news of two burglars terrorising the area. the chances of it happening to your street was one in a million. stretching, you make sure the front door is still unlocked so bradley wasn’t locked out for the night; he was out drinking with his friends. you know jake, bob and natasha were there, yet you weren’t too sure if mav and some others went too. it wouldn’t be surprising if bradley invited them, he liked socialising with his squadron outside of work.

walking through to the bedroom, you turn on your bedside lamp, settling down as your new puppy, arno, settles back down on his bed. he was a pup you and bradley adopted from the local shelter, hes a dachshund pup, and had a tiny wheelchair for his back legs. the second you saw him you begged bradley to get him. bradley agreed as long as he got to name him, which you agreed to; so he chose arno for its meaning, eagle. you should of known he would of chosen something to do with flight.

arno let’s out a soft snort, sleepy eyes staring at you as you smile. “c’mere, arnie.” you pat the side of the bed, watching the puppy get up, waddling over as his little wheelchair squeaks a little. you giggle, scratching behind the tiny dog’s ears. a noise interrupts, and you look over to the door. the front door closes and heavy footsteps wander through the house. you smile, assuming rooster was home and would come join you, then a second pair of footsteps grows closer as an unfamiliar voice mutters a few words. you panic, grabbing arno and your phone, hiding away in the closet. you curse yourself as you realise the lamp is still on and you probably couldn’t risk going back out in case the stranger came in. your hands tremble as you cradle arno close, who licks at your fingers and neck in an almost comforting way. with your other shaking hand, you call bradley, making sure your phones on silent.

-

bradley laughs, putting his nearly empty glass down. he hadn’t drank much, so he was definitely coherent as he listens to natasha’s story. his phone rings in his pocket, and he excuses himself from the table when he realises it’s you. his teammates smile at him understandingly, and he ignores jake’s little taunt stating “he’s in trouble” to the others. “baby? what’s wrong, it’s late.” bradley asks, making his way to the door so he could hear you better. he hears a soft hiccup and his worry increases. “baby? i can’t hear you, are you okay?” he asks again, and this time he presses a hand to his other ear as he walks outside. “bradley, are you home??” you ask, voice trembling. “no, baby i’m still at the bar. what’s wrong?” bradley glances back to his friends who are all chatting. “there’s people in the house, bradley i’m scared..!” you whisper yell, breaths hitching. “what?! are you hiding? are you safe? do they know you’re there?” he asks desperately, running back inside to grab his jacket. the group all glance up curiously. “just stay there, baby i’m coming okay?” he tells you, trying to reassure you as he hears you weep a little. “what’s wrong?” natasha asks, and bradley briefly pulls away. “emergency.” he states simply, not bothering to say goodbye properly as he runs from the bar.

bradley runs five blocks to get there, not bothering to hang up so you could probably hear him running, he’s out of breath and his chest burns. sure enough, the front doors open a crack and his stomach feels like lead. he hangs up, entering the home with confidence. he spots a silhouette in the hallway, shouting out to them. the intruder peers around the door, eyes wide with surprise. “get outta here!” bradley snaps, storming forward. the burglar dodges, running straight out the house with whatever he had grabbed. the second your scream meets his ears, bradley runs to the bedroom, bursting through the door. the second burglar is pulling you from the closet, and in the struggle you drop your phone. bradley catches a glance of an ongoing call with 911, and relaxes. he focuses on the stranger, grabbing him by the shoulders and yanking him away from you, shoving him to the floor. bradley, blinded with rage of the idea of the person hurting you, he lands punch after punch on the guy; who wails and tries to scramble away. the sound of you crying makes him stop, not to mention the guy had gone limp and he didn’t want to kill him.

“baby, c’mere, it’s okay.” he whispers, carefully wrapping his arms around you as you cradle arno close. “i’m here, baby girl.” bradley tells you, as you wrap an arm around him, still holding your puppy. pulling away suddenly, you grab your phone, standing carefully on shaky knees with bradley’s help. “i’m here..” you tell the operator, following your boyfriend out of the house. “everything’s fine. my boyfriend is here; i’m okay.” you state, sitting on the wall outside of your home; shivering a little in the cold air. bradley drapes his jacket over your shoulders, rubbing your arms as arno wiggles to get out of your grasp. you carefully put arno down on the wall, keeping a hand on his side so he didn’t wander nor fall. “they want to talk to you brad.” you mutter, offering your phone.

bradley nods, taking the phone. “hello?” he greets, and the operator immediately responds. “hello, sir. are you bradley?” she asks, and he nods a bit stupidly considering she couldn’t see him. “yeah, i’m bradley.” he replies, and he hears some typing. “can you confirm what happened tonight?” the operator asks, and he subconsciously wraps his arm around you when you rub at your watery eyes, rubbing your arm to soothe you. “yeah, of course. i was at the bar with some of my colleagues when i got a call about 10 to maybe 15 minutes ago from my girlfriend saying there were people inside our house, i came home and scared one off; the other is knocked out in our bedroom.” he explains, watching arno sniff around the edge of the wall. “how did you get home?” she asks, and he nods again. “i ran. it’s about five blocks from the bar. i didn’t drink much so it wasn’t too bad.” bradley recounts how many drinks he had, he only had a whiskey and coke and two shots.

you sniffle a little, leaning into bradley as he continues to answer the operator’s question. your body absorbs his warmth, yet you still shiver under his jacket. his arm tightens around your shoulders, squeezing you closer. sirens signal the police’s arrival, and he’s able to hang up now that the operator’s job was done. “c’mere, pumpkin i’ve got you. are you hurt?” bradley asks, cradling your tear-stained face. “no..” you mumble, cuddling into his chest. “i’m so glad you’re here.” you sniffle. bradley nods. “i’ll always be here for you, baby girl. always.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

[teecupangel]

Inspired by the Patron Desmond sends his ancestors to earlier points in time and fucks over half a dozen timelines: Desmond wishes all his ancestors had someone to support them through their worst suffering without - you know, getting betrayed by them or watching them die.

So Bayek wakes up in the prime of his life in Altair's time and adopts this child who just watched his father die. When Altair dies, he and Bayek suddenly appear, both in the primes of their lives, in time to see the Auditore get arrested. Bayek, Altair, and Ezio are there when Edward's protecting the Assassins of Tulum and take the piss out of him. The crew plus Edward are there when Ratonhnhake:ton's village burns. They all sail to France on a whim and end up recruiting Arno. All of them appear in London to help out the Frye twins. And when Desmond gets kidnapped... the Assassins have an entire historical legion show up out of nowhere to help bust him out of Abstergo's clutches.

Kassandra keeps showing up, nobody's certain if she's with them all or not, but just... all of the main ancestors glomming together as one hugely dysfunctional murder family forged across time and space who all have the biggest soft spot for Desmond.

Desmond as their Patron has no power over this. This is happening solely based on his wish and he has no control who gets transported and gifted with immortality so even he does not know if Kassandra is also part of his immortality gang.

It’s Bayek who believes Desmond is a god and their patron, giving them this power to protect the world. Of course, there are times when he misses Aya and he wonders if this immortality is a curse. But then he hears the laughter of Darim and Sef before they run after him, grabbing his robes and asking him to tell them another story, grandfather tells the best stories! And Bayek’s lips curved into a smile. Perhaps the immortality is a curse but seeing the people he cares for and loves grow up and take the future for themselves will always be a joy that makes this curse worth it.

Altaïr would be the one to try and understand this immortality that they had. Would be the one to realize that they do die after their life runs its course but they will always be awaken in the same place together, back in their prime, with the memories up to their death. His first business would be to find his Apple and, after the long road he had to take to find the seals to open his library, he decided to set it up so that the next time he needed to find his Apple, it would be in the most convoluted way possible that only he would understand. It’s because of the Apple that they got to Firenze just as the Auditores were being arrested (they saved the day but it was a close call). Then Ezio’s Apple was placed on the vault and Altaïr felt a bit annoyed of how easy his Apple was secured so… he just plopped the Apple there as well.

It is Ezio who first thought of naming the glowing god that appears before them before they are resurrected once more Desmond. There’s something about the god with no discernible features other that his entire body glowing that made Ezio think of Desmond for some reason. Altaïr is the one who tries to search for this Desmond using both his and Ezio’s Apples.

Edward was the one man out. He wasn’t an Assassin yet but he had the makings of one. So they trained him. Bayek had done this three times already, he knows Edward Kenway is the key. Perhaps the next brother that will be given the curse of immortality. They stayed with him until he started to settle down in London, focusing on his family. They visited from time to time but they were not there to save Edward.

When they are resurrected once more, decades have passed and they could only try and save as many people as they could as the fires had already started. Including the mother of a young child by the name of Ratonhnhaké:ton. They stayed in the village for a few days, with the boy’s mother talking to Edward Kenway for a long time, ending with Edward learning of his son’s fate. So they leave the village to find him, to confront him. When Ratonhnhaké:ton was 13, he followed his mother out of the village and they meet once more. Haytham remains elusive and they suggested that they stay with the mother and son for a bit to ‘relax’, only for this to end with them teaching Ratonhnhaké:ton (and sometimes even giving tips to Kaniehtí:io.

And after everything was done, they sailed to France to support Ratonhnhaké:ton who received a letter requesting for aid from Lafayette. There, they met Arno Dorian and took him under their wings, helping him with his missions but only three of them at a time, for they have their own agenda for going to France. (And if this ends with Altaïr taking a Sword of Eden, well… that’s not really surprising).

Helping out the Frye twins had been second nature. Arno and Jacob met by accident when Arno had been buying one of the pubs in London (a financial focused habit he and Ezio had developed through the years) and Bayek thought they needed support (and guidance, so much guidance). By the end of it, they were sure that the twins would become like them as well. (And if this ends with Altaïr taking the Shroud of Eden… at this point, everyone already expects him to take custody over POEs)

It all ends with them moving into the modern day where they used their knowledge and experience to have a partnership with a group called Erudito. From there, it became easier to find the Assassins but their focus shifted when they heard of Desmond Miles.

And Ezio just knows… that this was the Desmond they were all searching for.

[felixora]

sooo I finally redesigned my dnd/bg3 OC Arnafein

(and this totally is not connected to me being annoyed at 20+ reddit comments under one of my artworks saying "omg your tav looks so much like mine" anywaaay)

All posts with him will be tagged #arnafein

An overview (because I'm not sure if I'll come around translating my twitter thread about Arno and his family from Ukrainian to English):

Rogue (Soulknife)

Comes from drow house Rilynghym, son of the Matron Nathiira. Main members of this family possess strong psychic abilities.

Spent most of his life with family on the road/as part of the criminal underworld, but in the last decade he and his family have been living in Neverwinter among high class.

Back when he was still a small child, but his family was already cast out from Ust Natha, he and his older sister Maliara were kidnapped on the surface world by slavers, and only by becoming a warlock to time entity Nathiira managed to save them. (Arno has scars from shackles as reminder of that)

After that Arno and Maliara have living under caring yet strict, and sometimes overwhelming watch of their mother, who wanted them to have a better life than she. With Nathiira's abilities to predict the future from her warlock pact, she often looked into her children's future, to stray them away from possible danger - yet her children knew nothing of this. (see "helicopter parent" for better idea) ("helicopter parent but make it drow")

On the one hand, Nathiira was protecting her son from dangerous things and activities of their family and guiding him to a normal carefree life. On the other hand, she severely suppressed any attempts he made to help the family, questioned his skills and ability to be useful in their outings, and (when they had already become part of high society in Neverwinter) literally pushed him to attend social events of aristocrats to secure the family's status (Arno hated them because of the excessive attention from upper-class representatives, but he could not go against his mother's word).

(mommy issues? yes-)

Before the events of BG3, Nathiira sent some spies to investigate strange activity in Baldur's Gate, yet none of them returned. Then Arno volunteered to discreetly check out their whereabouts. Ensuing argument with his mother (who prior to this once again foresaw her son's future and saw the possible abduction on nautiloid) led to Nathiira ordering to put Arno in a prison cell and chain him up for the night for him to "cool off".

As this reminded Arno of his childhood, he finally decided to go against his mothers will, and escaped both the cell and away from his home, determined to find out on his own what happened in Baldur's Gate and prove once and for all that his mother can rely on him and treat as an equal.

And yet, he did get captured by the cultists, and the following acquiring of the illithid tadpole messed pretty badly with his psychic abilities, leading to partial amnesia.

And that's where he is at the beginning of bg3.

[assassinshadowgirl]

Jacob's Baby Cheeks

As the young Jacob Frye stood off to the side, Paula’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she approached him.

“Oh, he’s so cute. Baby cheeks,” she cooed, leaning in to gently pinch his cheek. Her fingers were warm, and the affectionate pinch left a slight flush on his face.

Jacob blinked, caught completely off guard by the unexpected attention. He watched as Paula simply chuckled, gave him a final amused smile, and joined the other senior Assassins. Just as he was about to brush it off, he rubbed his cheek and muttered internally, (Baby cheeks... come on... I'm already fifteen!)

But before he could even finish the thought, another pinch came his way - this time from Teodora. Jacob opened his mouth to protest, only for Rosa to swoop in, pinching his cheek with a playful grin of her own.

It was as if they had some sort of invisible agreement: the word had spread among the Assassins, and one after another, each passing woman decided Jacob’s cheeks needed a little affectionate squeeze.

Again.

And again.

And...again.

*****

Jacob finally retreated, his expression a mix of irritation and bewilderment, as he ducked away from the teasing pinches. Seeking shelter, he moved quietly behind Ezio, positioning himself carefully beneath the older Assassin’s shoulder cape, practically sinking into its folds as if it were a safe fortress. His big golden eyes looked up, meeting Ezio’s own golden gaze.

“They keep...pinching me,” he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of a whine.

Ezio’s expression softened, his lips twitching in an amused smile. But before he could respond, Edward chuckled from nearby. “You can’t blame them,” he said, crossing his arms with a smirk. “You’ve got baby cheeks, kiddo.”

Then, much to Jacob’s dismay, Edward leaned down and pinched his cheek too.

“Hey...!” Jacob sputtered, quickly stepping backward to shield himself completely behind Ezio.

Arno, watching with amusement, chuckled as well. “Looks like you’re just irresistible, Jacob.” Jacob shot Arno a half-deadpanned, half-pleading look, but Arno only laughed harder.

Yu Feng joined in with a mischievous grin. “Alright, alright. Leave our little baby boy alone,” he teased, his voice soft yet laced with humor.

Jacob’s expression twisted into an indignant pout. “Not you too!” he muttered, crossing his arms, cheeks now reddened from all the attention.

Seeing his younger brethren’s plight, Ezio gave Jacob a reassuring smile. He gently put a hand over Jacob’s shoulder and adjusted his shoulder cape to shield the younger Assassin even more protectively.

“There, there,” Ezio murmured, trying to hide his amusement while casting a calm glance at the others as if to say, Enough already.

But judging by the chuckles and grins around him, Jacob knew his baby cheeks weren’t likely to be safe anytime soon.

[safehouse-if]

Safe house

There's a rumour about the mob family, ruling over a bustling port city. A five generation enterprise with loyal followers, deep pockets and enough hands and brainpower to rule the city from behind the veil of legality. 

Legality that is build on bribes, threats and politics going back decades. 

The next generation of Desoto family was getting ready to step into power, to rule as their right was, when there was a betrayal. A right hand of the oldest child of Desoto head, known only as Wraith on the streets, spilled their guts out to the law.

Became a little song bird, spilling secrets.

Now the old man Desoto is sitting behind bars, waiting trial and the family is for the first time having to face consequences of their actions. But why were they betrayed?

On the other side of the country, in a middle sized town, in a new suburb called Avalon Acres a new couple moves in. 

It’s not a surprise. Avalon Acres is everything a person could want. Outdoor activities, enough life to sustain multiple local businesses and actually four different seasons to enjoy. The modern white architectured houses built into the hills and woods certainly attract all manner of life.

Play as Wraith, an ex mobster turned informant hiding for their life

Choose your own gender/pronouns

Customise your appearance

Make a living in a quiet suburb or chafe against the boredom

Reflect on your life and the choices that made you jump on the side of the law

Learn a hobby

Find love? Or maybe just share a bed with someone 

Safe House is intended for 18+ audience as it follows an ex-mob enforcer’s life in protective custody and as such deals with trauma, ptsd, violence and sex. However violence will not be a prominent part of the story, nor told in great detail. This age limit is rather set for the writer’s comfort.

Ariana “Ari” / Arnaldo “Arno”  Holloway

Tall and athletic, they are the agent who brought you in and are now your fake partner as well as your handler while you wait for the trial. Calm and collected most of the time with penchant for comfortable clothes and intellectual challenges.

Tropes: enemies to friends to lovers, fake marriage

Roberta “Bob” Vernell

A nice young woman living next door, who loves all things geeky and is always smiling at you. If you don’t mind that she rarely goes out of her house and keeps suspiciously close eye on the neighborhood. As if she was the one hiding from the mob and not you.

tropes: nice girl from next door, protect at all cost

Eli Short

This guy keeps running by your house with his dog and inviting you for a barbie. Whatever that is. Apparently lives a couple doors down with his mother and works at the local fine dining restaurant. Keeps trying to feed you and get you to pet his dog.

tropes: nice boy from next door, himbo

Soline/Severin Desoto

Did you grow up together as friends or were you always just their puppet? The one who pulled Wraith’s strings for all that time. Sleek and preppy appearance hides a temper and penchant for the adrenaline rush behind good manners and old money. You will never go back. Right?

Trope: red flag relationship, pining 

Links:

Demo TBA Home

Ariana/Arnaldo

Roberta

Eli

Soline/Severin

Want to be part of the process? If interested I’d welcome help in writing/creating/editing/coding if this idea seems interesting to you. 

[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

[recreationalfanfics]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[howtotrainabraincell]

A little rant...okay I got carried away so it's kinda long... apologies divine readers

Am I the only one that has noticed a rather....toxic pattern in Assassin's Creed romantic relationships?

In Unity the "relationship" between Arno and Elise is...very one sided when I take a deeper look at it. I'ma be fr here...I hated her character. I didn't revel in her death, but the game certainly felt more enjoyable without her presence and without Arno's lovesick puppy act of following her around.

She didn't stand up for him or even question the accusation of him being framed for her father Francois' murder. No 'Hey I know Arno. I love him. I trust him and I know he did not kill my father' or anything. She LEFT HIM TO ROT IN THE BASTILLE??? QUOI?? I AM CONFUSION. She was mad at him for not going after Germain because he wanted to PROTECT HER because he LOVES HER - when they got the chance to meet and kill him again later. And then THE BIG ONE - she abandoned him under that rubble to take Germain on by herself. All she had to do was take a few extra seconds to free Arno, they could have fought him together, and maybe - JUST MAYBE - she wouldn't have died. And it's not just that either it's the leaving him under that rubble for me. She was supposed to 'love him' and she left him under something that was hurting and trapping him? If it were me, I wouldn't stop until he was free Germain be damned. I will free my baguette boy and then we ferry onward to glory!

It seemed like a lecherous kind of situation where Arno gave and gave, and Elise just took and took. I felt like she hardcore used him because she knew how much he loved her, and she fully used that to her advantage. Maybe she did it on purpose, maybe it was unintentional but either way...it had me shaking my head and waving my red flag like I was in the color guard.

The same thing occurs again in Origins with Bayek and Aya. Bayek seems to love Aya a whole lot more than she loves him, and I even get the vibe that she just stayed with him because she got pregnant. I mean...she rejected his proposal because SHE wanted to go back to Alexandria to follow her dreams, SHE didn't want to be the wife of a Medjay, she was what I believe could be termed an 'absent mother' as Bayek spent more time with Khemu than she appeared to, and then she left Bayek to go off on her own and they wound up separated for a year not too long after their son's death. Bayek had to grieve alone while she seemed to just...refuse to grieve. It was strange. She never wanted to discuss Khemu even though Bayek was emotionally available for her to do so (which I loved about him because most men don't do the 'emotionally available' thing as they think it makes them seem weak). The one time I remember in the game when Bayek said that he wished not to be separated from her again after Khemu's death, she shut him up with sex...and then left again not too long after that. Then she eventually separated (read: pretty much divorced him imo) from him to go do her own thing in Rome. I mean...it certainly benefitted the Brotherhood in the long run...but it seems to me like she ran from her grief, left Bayek behind, shut herself down to all discussion of Bayek and then she even changed her identity. Reference to the Aya - Amunet transformation.

Their relationship was just tragic overall to me and the shutting down a conversation with sex, was a major red flag to me that their relationship was not going to survive the death of their son. I do think that Aya had...a type of love for Bayek. A fondness. A feeling of loyalty and a high-level trust. But I do not think for a second that Aya loved Bayek as much as Bayek loved her. Man would have gone to hell and back for her.

Why is the 'men being absolutely whipped for a woman who doesn't appreciate them' a recurring thing in the Assassin's Creed games?

I know I probably read WAAAYY too much into this but as someone who's bigtime into psychology I just - OOF. These were not some healthy fully functioning relationships. And I did not care for either of them in the long run.

Arno deserved better as did Bayek. I think they're both sweethearts - that each have their own faults and flaws of course because they're human beings - but they deserved more.

[cippicat]

What happened to Shay after Rogue ?

Disclaimer: I don't like AC Rogue because the game was supposed to show the point of view of the Templars but, and I am sorry to say, it Failed. Rogue showed that there isn't black and white but different grey areas and that the Templars are devious people who took advantage of a traumatised man in order to destroy the Assassins (yes also Colonel Monro)

Let's go back to our protagonist.

After the events of Rogue, and the prelude of Unity, a lot of people wanted to know what was going to happen with Shay Patric Cormac.

Do you think that Ubisoft gave us answers? Absolutely not (or as I say "Ma manco per il xazzo").

This is my personal theory

After the murder of Charles Dorian, Shay recovered the Precursor Box and probably returned it to the Templars in the USA.

After Charles made fun of him because Connor was wiping out the Templars in the colonies, it seemed that Shay suggested that the Templars should start a Revolution of their own.

That's quite hypocritical for a man who wanted to protect people. This declaration led me to think that probably his mental health wasn't at the highest. However in the AC Unity's game there wasn't any evidence that Shay was involved with the French Revolution or with Germain.

I think that Arno knew that it was Shay who killed his father but he didn't try to find him because revenge only led to a bad path.

And

Between a young man of 30 years old, with a sword of Eden, and an old man of 60/65 year old who will win? That's a very stupid question.

I think that after the murder of Charles, Shay come back to the USA and lived with his wife (??) and teenage son, and helped the Templars of New York to gain their power back. But he no longer went on missions because he developed arthritis thanks to his travel to Antarctic 😅.

He didn't try to hunt down Connor in order to avenge Haytham, because he respected the boy, and probably because the Assassins were the majority when he came back from France.

I think that he already had a teenage son for this reasons:

In the novel "The Last Descendants", his grandson Cudgel Cormac said that he has been trained by his grandfather. Shay was 47 at the end of Rogue, the novel took place during the American Civil War (1861-65) and Cudgel is described as a young man. Unless Shay lived to be 100 years old, the only way he could have trained Cudgel is that his own son was already a teenager at the end of AC Rogue.

Was he a good father? Probably not. Maybe he was a good grandfather for Cudgel.

I came up to this theory thanks to Jacob and Lydia Frye. Jacob became a grandfather when he was 46 years old, and took care and trained his granddaughter with the help of Evie. Of course his son was a teenager during the events of JTR DLC. Shay probably became a grandfather when he turned 50 years old.

I think that Shay died peacefully surrounded by his family. He never abandoned the Templar's cause even though the Templars were racists towards him because he was Irish and they were English.

Have he ever regretted his actions during AC Rogue? Absolutely yes, but he never admitted it to himself.

[demigoddessqueens]

How would Altair, Shay, Basim and Arno react if their pregnant assassin/templar reader tries to go on a mission?

Ty 💕

You got it nonnie 😘😁

Masterlist 10

Altair

Will be VERY upset/annoyed because how could you be so reckless and careless!! He lost someone he thought he had a chance of life with, but now with you, it’s even more precious and hopeful for once and he’ll never stop fighting to protect that

Shay

His fiery temper will most likely rear its head because why would you think going on mission is a good idea ??

If this is during his Assassin-turned Templar arc, his frustration stems from wanting to protect you if others tried to use it as leverage against him

Basim

Sit back down, you are not going anywhere! Yes he knows you are more than capable of fending yourself and he trusts you, but Basim doesn’t trust others that easily, and he knows no mercy will be extended if someone hurt you or his unborn child

Arno

He will be very upset with you, considering all the loss he faced in life, like it would very much be a teary-eyed argument (on his end) with you both.

Once the dust settles and you two get a chance to talk, it’s more of addressing and soothing the fears Arno has from his life. He adores and loves you so much, and his heart couldn’t take it if you were gone.

[profeyandere]

𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐁. ─── ☾ 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

ʟɪɴᴋꜱ ↪ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱɪɴ'ꜱ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜱ ↪ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3ᴋ ↪ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴀᴘᴏʟᴇᴏɴ ʙᴏɴᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ↪ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ꜱᴜ��ᴛʟᴇ ꜰʟɪʀᴛɪɴɢ

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

"That is mine!"

The loud exclamation coming from outside caught the attention of the three men who were currently in the private study of the king of France, then protected by so many men that not even a fly could have flanked each of the human barriers, who kept all his secrets safe, even if they had been useless enough to have let in not just one, but three elusive people who had managed to enter not only the palace but the study itself that produced so much interest to the Templars and revolutionaries; If any of the high officials found out about the disaster that had occurred in that place, several more heads would be guillotined in the public square in addition to those who belonged to high society.

A small arrow, one that Arno could distinguish anywhere in the world due to the thin lines of different colors that decorated the wood of it up to its tip, pierced the smoke caused by one of the bombs that the assassin had dropped on the ground only to have a chance against the guardians of the king's private room, this being the one that found its trajectory to be able to pierce the skull of the man whom another person had previously targeted. The man wearing his black hood took a couple of steps back to put distance between the corpse that was now falling limply to the ground in front of him and his person, while the artillery lieutenant slowly lowered his arm in whose hand he was carrying his gun, ready to shoot whoever had attacked his new friend. When a shadow appeared in one of the windows, a slightly shrunken figure that they were barely able to see due to the previously mentioned smoke, Napoleon turned the barrel of his pistol towards the newly arrived person and fired without any care, listening a high-pitched screech from the newcomer who promptly found his cover on the king's desk, while Arno imitated his action and hid, waiting for the right moment to attack.

"Don't shoot, for God's sake!" Exclaimed the newly arrived person, you, the elusive assassin who had been sent by the clan to protect the young Frenchman who had joined the troops a while ago. "I just arrived and saved your asses. Is it so difficult to at least say thank you?"

Your breathing, at that moment, agitated by the seconds of tension experienced with the bullet fired, tried to find a pattern to relax and become calmer, letting the muscles in your body stop tensing and find a little peace at that moment. Arno couldn't help but sigh when he heard your voice, recognizing it instantly and leaving his hiding place, then surrounding the wide wooden desk to find your slightly shrunken body with a small dagger in your hands, ready to attack if necessary; When you saw him, your serious face changed to a more serene and kind one. He still wondered why you were constantly following him, but he assumed it was simply out of concern.

"I'm glad to see you're still alive. I thought they had captured you the last time we worked together," Arno mentioned as he extended his gloved hand to help you up from the ground, calmly watching as you accepted his help and put your small, sharp weapon in the belt of your pants.

Napoleon surprised that a second assassin was found at the same scene, could not help but appreciate with fascination the elegant figure that belonged to you. The wide hood with the long cape gave you an almost elegant touch if it weren't for the fact that the last seams of it seemed slightly corroded by wear due to the constant friction against the ground, even if your black boots with rounded toes were sufficiently heel enough to raise you a couple of centimeters; the cape was never short enough nor the heels high enough for you. Even if his eyes knew that there were two people in the room with him, if he were really crazy he would think he was seeing double, or at least he would think that a female version of his new friend was with him.

"I'm sorry to interrupt the reunion, but I remind you that we must go," Napoleon intervened, drawing both Arno's attention and yours. Seeing your hands together sent a strange shiver down his spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. "We don't have much time. Let's go."

The lieutenant's order filled your ears. His voice was loud, not enough to intimidate you but enough to make you think about your actions and words twice before doing or saying anything; It's not that you didn't trust the new one, which obviously you didn't, but you also didn't have the option of completely distrusting when a new troop of extremists and templars were about to besiege the office with the arrival of Arno and the various alarms he sounded on his way until you get there. The man with slightly long and straight hair caught your attention, having already gone ahead to flee the place when he discovered a false wall that hid an elevator that would take you to the city sewers. Your mouth dropped open at the sight of such a mechanism, and even Arno could almost make out a gleam of fascination in your gaze.

"I thought these things were myths. Are there also corridors that lead to different rooms of the palace, or does that not exist?" You asked out loud, releasing the murderer's hand to address your new friend, who was surprised by the funny and obvious questions you had for him. "That is, I had heard about these things, but he never imagined that they were real. How the hell did you find out this existed?"

A soft sly smile appeared on the face of the lieutenant, who entered the elevator behind you and together with Arno, it being that precise moment in which the cabin had begun to descend that Captain Rouille quickly entered the office with a small group of extremists who looked around with horror when they saw the carnage that the murderer had caused. The latter, in search of some object, ordered the prompt search for some documents that the murderer had gone to recover and that he had left to be destroyed in the large fireplace lit with its warm flames; Both Arno and you, surprised by the arrival of that man on the scene, were ready to say and act accordingly, being reprimanded when you felt the lieutenant's hands on you to stop you.

"Yes, Captain Rouille has that effect on people," Napoleon spoke as he moved his right hand away from Arno's chest, while his left hand slowly moved away from your slightly open mouth, apologizing to you by giving you a quick look that you responded with a slight nod.

"Friend of yours?" Arno asked rudely, acting slightly aggressively by bringing his body threateningly closer to the Frenchman who had helped you; He could have been shot as soon as Arno arrived in the room, and he could have left you in the office if he hadn't warned you, so at that moment you had to trust him for the "favors" he had done for you.

"A persistent thorn I haven't managed to pluck out," the lieutenant responded, remaining calm in the face of your friend's ruder attitude, looking at you out of the corner of his eye to verify that you remained almost as calm as him, being for him a sign that this was one of the facets of the murderer, listening to how he insisted on several occasions to return to the upper floor in order to recover those documents that were so important.

His more childish attitude made you sigh and speak up, stepping forward to intervene before Bonaparte did.

"We would never find them with the mess they're making right now. I don't think it's necessary to risk your life or mine right now for something that we can obviously recover later or that, with a lot of luck, will be eliminated before they find it," you said seriously, noticing how the elevator finally stopped and bounced gently beneath you to warn of your stop, making sure how the brown-haired man gestured for you to be the first to step on the ground and leave the small cabin in the one where the three of you had descended. "We will come up with something, you don't have to despair now when we are so close to achieving it. You have to be patient."

With a slight nod from Arno, you decided to take the first step to set foot on the cold stones of the sewer, looking with disgust at the different puddles there were, not wanting to guess what they were made of. Although it was not a recent invention, and despite the various complaints that there were still in the streets of Paris about how disgusting it still was to see people throwing their garbage out of the windows, there was still a part of the population that refused to listen to the proposed by the neighbors due to the plague and how unhygienic that unpleasant practice was; The fact that they wanted to create a network of pipes that ran throughout the city to collect waste was something you would really like to see before you die because you couldn't stand having to dodge excrement and so much other waste on the street.

"You handle yourself well back there. I don't suppose you've ever considered military service?" Napoleon questioned Arno, following your trail while he found himself walking alongside the murderer who remained with his mind still wandering over those papers that he knew he must have brought with him.

"I'm not much following orders," Dorian responded seriously, gently frowning, an action he frequently performed when something was really bothering his mind.

"Ah, the bane of generals and statesmen: an individualist. I know the feeling," said Bonaparte with a subtle smile as he took a couple of steps forward to try to set the pace a little, stopping momentarily when he saw that the other man deviated from his path to be able to go in search of something he had perceived thanks to his eagle eyesight. "Men like us have an advantage over most in the Arme, you see: we can think for ourselves."

That statement caused a dry laugh to leave your lips, causing the lieutenant to direct his gaze towards you. She found it curious the way in which a woman did not seem as modest as the ones she already knew, but rather you seemed to be more libertarian and honest when it came to speaking, almost wanting to attack her comment with your laughter.

"Why work as a team if you have yourself?" You asked sardonically, stopping when you made sure that your clanmate had detoured through one of the tunnels to head towards one of the nearby treasures that he had possibly ascertained about with the sight provided by the ancestors. "I see it. Arno Dorian, a soldier in the French army. And then what? Marshal in ten years?"

"Of course dear. If you say so," you heard Arno say through the echo that bounced between the walls of the sewers, causing a sly smile to appear on your face as you made sure of the sarcasm with which he had responded to you.

"It's actually a good offer, but where the heart leads, a man must follow. Look me up if you ever change your mind."

Napoleon's proposal remained in the air, evidently, he was a stubborn and stubborn man who did not accept a denial as an answer. He could become a fearsome man if he did not share friendship with you or became your enemy, so you assumed from that moment on that you had to maintain a relationship with the man at all costs to prevent him from being against you if necessary you needed allies for your fight. The arrival of Arno, after a few seconds in solitude that you shared with the Frenchman that seemed eternal, you finally continued walking to continue your journey towards the surface.

"My name is Bonaparte. Napoleon Bonaparte," the named one introduced himself, this time taking a little lead to be able to guide you to the safest place he knew without being seen by the extremists or the Templars. "Second Lieutenant of Artillery, for now."

"Arno Dorian is the man who follows us. I think you've heard me mention his name before," you said in response, avoiding his questioning look that seemed to ask for your own name, although you didn't give him any answer to it. "I'll assume you don't want us to place you here if they ask us about you."

Napoleon shook his head gently, coming to his senses instantly.

"Indeed. And, a personal favor: If anyone asks, I was never here," the lieutenant indicated with a soft smile, looking at you out of the corner of his eye while he stretched his posture a little to appear a little more imposing in your presence, perhaps trying to make sure if you were or not looking at him. "Watched the whole thing from a furniture store across from the Carousel."

Arno, who was behind you, looked with a circumspect look at the way you occasionally turned your head to the man in uniform next to you, sometimes letting him get a little ahead of you to look at his wide back and his strong shoulders, while the other only tilted his head a little to look at you, your clothing and the small dagger that rested on the belt of your pants. Somehow, it seemed like you were both dancing around each other curiously as if you had never seen someone like the other in your entire life. You had met many French soldiers, and he had recognized a couple of murderers walking around Paris, so you questioned each other about what made the other so interesting; Maybe it was the authority that Napoleon seemed to exhume that attracted you so much to his person or maybe it was seeing your strange agility and sarcasm that caught the lieutenant's attention so much. The only thing you knew was that you found the other a fascinating specimen.

Your footsteps sounded in unison as you climbed the stairs that marked the final stretch of your adventure together; It would be unlikely that the three of you would meet again for a similar mission.

"You may want to take cover," Napoleon murmured, placing his arm in front of your body to keep you behind him while you watched Dorian stand behind one of the boarded-up furniture in the room, prepared for whatever might happen later. A surprising explosion caught your attention and made the entire room resonate, causing various tinted bricks to be thrown in your direction, but they did not even touch you due to the protection that Napoleon's body provided. Looking over the lieutenant's shoulder you spotted a small unit of French troops, in their typical white and blue uniform, in front of the hole destroyed by one of the cannons that had been fired at the abandoned house. That caused your mouth to open in surprise.

"Everything all right, sir?" Asked one of the soldiers as he entered the hole opened by the cannon shot, trying not to fall due to the various pieces of wall that now protruded, verifying that Bonaparte's condition was correct, making sure of your presence next to that of the other assassin who still remained behind the sofa that had covered him.

"Fine, Corporal. Superb shot!" The brown-haired man complimented, directing his gaze towards you for a moment before slowly removing his arm from you, making you smile again as you raised one of your eyebrows curiously. "Regular drills are critical to a regiment's success. I'm afraid we part ways here."

"What about Rouille?" Arno interrupted, coming out of his hiding place and ending your strange intimate moment, making your different gazes stop on his tall person.

"Give me a few days. I'll see what I can learn of his current position. Perhaps I can arrange an introduction," Napoleon replied before noticing how you went around him and took the lead to leave the building, making sure how the sunlight now bathed your body covered by your black uniform, and that stylized your petite figure a little.

With a quick farewell to your companion, Napoleon took off after you. He made sure how they found you by gently rubbing his eyes at the change in light; You had spent several minutes underground or covered by a shadow, so feeling the sun's rays on you was a small surprise that bothered your bright eyes.

"You saved us, and now you abandon us. Where are you going?" Napoleon questioned as he stood next to you, in front of his carriage that would take him to his residence. "Maybe I can take you closer."

"I don't think it's necessary for you to take me anywhere. I can manage," you said with a soft smile, then caressing your cheek as your pupils adjusted to the change in light. "You have a lot of work to do. I wouldn't want to bother a lieutenant for something like that."

Your leg was about to move away when Napoleon stopped you again, this time gently grabbing your arm, causing your gaze to turn to him again due to the sudden grip.

"Is there any chance you can at least give me your name?" That question made you realize one thing: Napoleon was really interested in you, and since he was interested, there was no way he was going to give up anytime soon.

"There is always a possibility, Lieutenant. Don't give up on looking for me, maybe you'll find me running away from one of you men, or you'll find me perched on the window of your office and, by then, maybe I'll give you an answer to that question."

With those words, you freed yourself from Napoleon's grip before walking towards one of the benches near your position, cutting a rope that was attached to a counterweight with your dagger before flying into the air, causing a strange smile to appear on Bonaparte's face, making him think that he had received an arrow shot because of you.