#assassin's creed platonic fluff

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Thatch("Blackbeard") + Reader (Platonic)

You loved it. You loved the ocean air hitting your face and flowing through your hair. The smell of the salty sea as you and Thatch sailed back to Havana for a few days to restock the ship. You watched as Havana came into view over the horizon, you could make out some of the shacks and as you got closer you could see the sand and the dock.

     Thatch brought the ship around and shouted a few orders about bringing in all sail and throwing down anchor. You immediately ran away from the wheel and started helping and shouting small orders, the crew nodded as they let you help and order them. You were Thatch's right hand-woman. And neither him or the crew looked at you differently for being a woman. They accepted you for who you were(plus if they didn't Thatch wouldn't take it too lightly) and they didn't look at you like you were one of those whores in the taverns. They didn't look at you like you were just a sex doll to be married off. They treated you like family and a part of the crew. They treated you properly.

     You finished helping dock the ship as everyone started getting off. You quickly ran back up to the helm and fixed the wheel so it was stable and wouldn't shift around the boat. As you were just finishing up you saw Thatch leaving the cabin. An idea sparked in your mind and you quickly finished and snuck around behind him.

     You took the one window that was offered and jumped on his back as he shrieked like a girl and stumbled forwards. You started to laugh as he soon caught his balance and started to laugh with you. Soon he shifted around and grabbed the back of your knees and continued walking with your arms around his neck. Both of you laughing and making jokes about Edward.

     Both of you reached the tavern while laughing up a storm. Everyone looked at both of you and smiled. Thatch walked in with you on his back and a huge grin on his face. You kept telling jokes about Edward and now Charles. The both of you kept telling them as you walked up to Edward, Benjamin, and Charles. You managed to tell your last joke before hearing and "OI!" and "HEY!" From Charles and Edward.

     Both you and Thatch laughed harder as he set you down and sat down. You went and sat at the edge of the table as Thatch's and your laughing calmed down. Soon enough all of you ordered pints and laughed, and joked, and drank to your heart's content. You loved being a pirate. It gave you a sense of freedom. And being among other pirates, specifically these ones, gave you the warm feeling of security. You felt safe.

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Assassin’s Creed x The Mandalorian

Dadalorian edition

DinLuke (you can keep it platonic if you want, but I’m a sucker for this ship, sorry not sorry)

Din adopts eldritch kid Desmond.

Desmond does his usual thing, aka dies, and gets isekai’d to a whole different galaxy. He doesn’t remember the full extent of his past, but he does remember shitty dad and early assassin training. (Plus ancestor memories in the form of dreams) He’s like… 6 at this point, first grader age.

He wakes up in an ancient force temple where Din was scoping out some kind of Jedi artifact for Luke, Desmond happened to be holding it when he appeared there.

Din finds Desmond and immediately goes “ah yes, a free child, mine now” but in his own way. Desmond is a nervous baby, but he eventually goes “tall scary armored man, he’s blue tho, and has food, so… friend? Friend.”

Din takes baby Desmond and the artifact back to Luke who’s grateful and fond at how sweet Din is being with both Desmond and Grogu.

Cue adorable fluff and domestic cuteness, also angst because Desmond describes how his og dad was like and they’re both just like: “yeah, no, this is our baby now, no take-backsies”

Also force shenanigans, Luke was nervous at first, due to how Desmond seemed so comfortable using the dark side of the force, but ultimately accepted how light side Desmond is about it and how calm he is, so he lets it slide.

Bonus Mand’alor Din

Murder baby Desmond taking out an assassin by himself, Din is both bamboozled and proud while Luke is very concerned but also proud. The Mandalorians adore the young heir, he’s very sweet and also efficient.

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Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Rating: General Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader (not quite, can be platonic) Word count: 1501 Genre: fluff

In Victorian England, people who love differently, aren't really welcomed. Thankfully, the Rooks have different opinions.

Underground London would always follow its own rules. What was forbidden among the upper class, was common in places like this. It also meant it was fun, because nobles rarely knew how to have fun. The clock in this bar was showing almost eleven in the night, but you knew the real fun hadn't started yet. That night you wanted to take it slow, so you were sipping your ale when the others switched to something stronger already. You were fine with what you had, after all you wanted to get relaxed, not wrecked.

Apparently Jacob had similar plans, though he already had whisky, he was sipping it much slower than usual. But what didn't change was a bunch of omnipresent Rooks surrounding him, though the closest spots were taken by enamored young women who looked at the Assassin with adoration, they were drinking in his presence rather than drink alcohol like everyone else. You could also notice a group of men by the window, they were whispering and watching the scene with amusement. You assumed they were making fun of the girls and their loud gasps every time Jacob was flirting with one of them. And the more drunk he was getting, the more flirty he would become.

Suddenly one of the men from the distant group stood up, emptied his mug and approached Jacob. You could tell he was nervous.

“Boss, may I have a request?” he asked and Frye looked at him for a moment, then smirked.

“Ask whatever you want, lad” he answered and the poor guy got even more nervous. You observed it with curiosity.

“M-may I ask it privately? I mean, I...” he sighed. “I've lost a bet and I need to do something, but I don't want to lose my place among the Rooks” he explained with cheeks redder every moment. Jacob stood up and came close to the lad, then pulled him out of the prying ears. They talked for a brief moment, then Jacob approached the group by the window and he was rather upset. You had left your spot and moved closer to them, so you would be able to hear what they were talking about. The gang leader leaned on the table and looked at the young men.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, boss! We just wanted him to do something and confront his fears. We had no ill will, we swear, Rook's honor!” said one of them and the others nodded vigorously. Jacob looked at the lad, seeking for confirmation in his face. As soon as he had found it, the Assassin stepped back from the table, pulled the man close and kissed him shamelessly.

You couldn't believe your eyes. That huge flirt and womanizer was kissing a man. Unbelievable. But the more shocking was that no one around them actually cared. The guy's friends were shocked, but not offended, they were more surprised than disgusted. You couldn't take it anymore, you needed to leave, now. The sound of your chair moving rapidly drew more attention than Jacob's action, but you couldn't care less. You stormed outside, not bothering if someone saw you or not, you needed some air, you needed to calm down. Your head was spinning, your mind was a mess, and you didn't know what to think anymore.

Suddenly you heard footsteps behind your back, but you didn't turn around to see who it was. It's not like you had to, Jacob revealed himself pretty soon, when he called after you.

“(Y/n), what's wrong?” he asked. You didn't answer, only started to walk faster, then run. “(Y/n), wait!” he ran after you and soon he grabbed your hand, stopping you. “What happened? Why are you running away?” he asked, trying to understand what was going on.

“Why did you do that?” you asked instead.

“(Y/n), I...”

“Why would you do that? And so casually, like it was nothing, when we both know it's a big thing! You were not supposed to do that, then why did you do it?” you kept asking, not noticing the raise of your voice.

“What's gotten into you?”

“Just tell me. Please.” You looked at him with desperation in your eyes. You needed to know the answers.

“I just felt like it” he shrugged. “The boy is cute and he really should stop overthinking stuff.”

“Are you... do you... like... uh...” you tried to ask but the words kept stucking in your throat.

“Do I like men? Honestly, I don't know. It's all so wrong and messed up. But I think I do. And I like women too. It's confusing” he confessed. “But why did it upset you?”

“I'm sorry. It's not about you, it's about me” you admitted.

“What do you mean?”

“I... I understand this confusion. I've been feeling it my whole life. I like men, but there was always something drawing me to women either” you confessed and you could see Jacob's face changing from concern and confusion to understanding and relief. “When I saw you kissing that lad, I just couldn't take it anymore. All those feelings I've been trying to hide and get rid of through all my life just overwhelmed me.”

“Come here” Jacob opened his arms, offering you a hug. You hesitantly accepted his offer, but soon you had found peace in his embrace. “You have no idea how much it means to me. I have never met someone who would feel like I do.”

“Neither have I.”

“Can we go back to the pub?”

“Yes. I think I owe everyone an explanation.”

“Good point.”

You came back to the place you had left and the first thing you did was to find the lad Jacob had kissed. When you saw him miserably drinking his ale, you nearly ran there.

“Hey, I just wanted to say sorry for storming out like that. I can imagine you might have thought that it was your fault, but I swear it wasn't. You just helped me understand something about myself” you said smiling sheepishly and the guy smiled with relief.

“It's alright, miss (y/n). The Rooks have a lot of space for people who love differently and that's why I love this gang. So many people who don't judge and just let us be ourselves... It's nice”

“It is. But until tonight I was convinced I would always have to hide who I am”

“You have nothing to worry about” the lad's friend spoke. “In this gang either are the ones who love differently or we fully support those who do. Even the boss.”

“What do you mean?” you asked

“Jacob is not very discreet. It wasn't hard to figure out that he's into men as well as women. Of course, no one speaks loudly about it, but no one judges as well. You either accept it or leave the Rooks. That's a rule.”

“I'm surprised it's commonly known.”

“It is. Most of us are open about our preferences.”

“Well, I wish now I knew this earlier. I love like this either and I thought it's not something I should ever talk about.”

“We all did” some other guy spoke. “But once you're one of us, you can stop worrying about it.”

“Thanks.” You smiled with relief. After years of living in fear and shame, it felt nice to be in a supportive environment. You felt like you were freed from some shackles, and like you could finally be truly yourself.

A couple of days later, you were sitting in a pub with Jacob once again. But this time, both of you were having a great time, chatting about stuff. You were telling him a really funny story about one of your fights with Blighters, when suddenly you trailed off and forgot the rest of your words. Your attention was caught by a gorgeous woman, who's just entered the pub and you couldn't help but stare at her. Until you realized Jacob was laughing at you.

“I see your new identity suits you well” he joked.

“Oh, shut it. Did you forget how you almost fell off the roof last week, when you noticed a cute girl on the street?” you reminded him.

“And you were laughing so hard that you almost fell off the roof yourself.”

“She wasn't even that pretty.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Me? Jealous? I think you've had too much alcohol.” You shook your head.

“Oh my... wow...” he said and you thought he was teasing you further, but you noticed him looking above you. When you turned around, you saw a guy undressing, as if he was preparing to fight.

“Woah, he's hot” you commented and Jacob nodded.

“Not as hot as the girl you spotted, but indeed, he's quite attractive” he admitted.

“Is this how our relationship is going to look like? Drooling over attractive people and comparing our findings?” you half joked and Jacob shrugged.

“Are you complaining about that?”

“Not at all. Actually, I quite like that. Cheers.”

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(A/N); Ollo and welcome to my first Assassin's Creed fic!! I figured whilst stumped on my other WIP's, I should follow the call of my inspiration and write for this underrated man! Do enjoy!

Plot; After Shay is presumed dead, you are left with a choice

Pairings; Liam O'Brien x Reader (Romantic) , Shay Cormac x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings; angst, mature themes, coarse language, suicide attempt (canon), violence, unrequited love, floofity-fluff

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The night air was taut with tension and restlessness at Davenport Homestead, an uninvited chill being carried upon the snowy breeze. It was long after midnight, the light of the fire's dying embers dancing across your face and illuminating the trails of tears that were left upon your cheeks.

Your throat was tight and raw from the screams and cries that had ripped from you naught but an hour previous. Blooded nail marks trailed your tremoring hands, your hood brought up to shroud your face from onlookers and the elements.

A hollowing pain sat within your chest, your mind drifting to the horrible events that had taken place earlier on in the evening.

Everything had been peaceful, until Shay—

You winced at the sting of your inner wound stirring, trying to banish the memories of your best friend's death from your mind to no avail.

Shay Cormac had taken his own life after stealing the manuscript from Achilles.

There had been a wild chase, and at the end; his untimely demise. The man you'd looked upon in those moments was the furthest thing from your best friend and you knew that his eyes would haunt you forever.

"That's enough!", Liam's scream halted the younger Irishman, his pistol drawn to hold Shay at gunpoint. Little did you all know, it wouldn't matter.

"Give back the manuscript, Shay!!", Hope begged. "I'm sure Achilles—".

"I cannot!!", Shay's cry cut through the howling wind, the fresh stinging of tears filling his hazel orbs. "I will not let this happen again!! All those souls lost—". He turned to look over the knife-edge upon which he stood, anxiety leaping into your throat at the realization that hit you. "One more hardly matters". He was going to—

"Shay!", you called to him, inching forwards with only the intent to save him; the man who held your heart. The manuscript could be thrown into the depths of the sea for all you cared. You just wanted him back.

The Irishman turned to you then, his chocolate hues trained on you with suspicion, a deep-seated trauma reflecting through them.

"(Y/n)—", Liam tried to coax your return out of fear that Shay in his current state may hurt you. But, your trust was deep for the younger man. Achilles held his arms out to prevent the others from following you.

"Cast that damned book into the ocean", you told him, unconcerned with the consequences that you may face from your mentors. You had to try. Extending your arm outwards with an open palm, you paid no mind to the sharp cold of your hot tears freezing against your skin. "But, don't take your life, Shay. Please step away from the edge. Please".

Whilst he knew your intentions were pure, Shay was unwilling to face the consequences that undoubtedly waited for him upon giving in to you. He would die with the manuscript and his beliefs held intact. He had to ensure that what happened in Lisbon or Haiti would not happen again.

"Take my hand, Shay", you begged, inching your steps to try to close the short distance between you. "Please".

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)", he murmured, your feet moving into a sprint far too late. A shot rang out, Shay's figure falling from the stone ledge whilst he attempted to jump.

"SHAY!!!", your throat burned with the wail that passed through it. You fell to your knees at the cliff's edge, spying only the rough seas, icebergs and sharp rocks below. Shay was gone, his image burned into every crevice of your mind.

Various cries tore from your lungs, two strong arms winding around your midsection to pull you from the dangers waiting below. Liam.

"He's gone, (Y/n)!!".

"NO!! NO!!", you shouted, the taller man turning you to be flush against his chest. You fought his touch, trying to break from the stronger hold he had upon you.

Your eyes were clouded and blurred with tears, barely able to spy the gentle kindness that sat within his own. Despite your flailing and blubbering, Liam held your face steady and attempted to hush you.

It all fell to tatters, however; when you spied smoke rising from the barrel of Chevalier's gun.

Shoving yourself from the Irishman's arms, you marched towards the Frenchman naught but a few feet away. "You killed him!! You bastard!!", you spat, Liam quick to pursue you once you gripped onto the older man. "It was you!! You bastard!!".

After landing a few hits against him, your hands were forcibly pulled from Chevalier's overcoat, the Frenchman grinding out his mutual distaste for you from between his forked teeth, "Va te faire enculer! Putain!!".

"(Y/n), stop!!", Liam yelled, Achilles nodding for your counterpart to bring you away from the situation at hand.

It was true; you loved Shay. At the best of times, he was a man who was rather hard to love. Rough around the edges, irresponsible, immature. But, he was lighthearted, humourous and easygoing.

Oftentimes, you were guilty of laughing at the colourful digs or arguments he made at your mentors, or the failed attempts he made to woo other women.

The one thing that set you from him was his inability to see you how you viewed him. He never loved you back. You knew.

You knew when he would gawk at Hope, you knew when he would ruffle your hair like a child or talk openly about other suitors. His heart never belonged to you. It was agony at times.

But, there was also Liam.

Kind, warm, supportive Liam.

Having known him from your youth, the bald Irishman had mentored both yourself and Shay thoughout your lives, despite not being much older than yourselves.

You would be lying if you said you weren't the slightest bit taken by him.

Liam's protectiveness and respectful nature both attracted you deeply. Always, he would await your say-so in marksman practice, hovering those strong hands above your own until he was certain that you were consensual to his guiding touch and whispers.

Even on his worst day, did Liam always have patience and words of encouragement for you. "Bluebird" and "my favourite marksman", were names for you that often tumbled merrily from his lips, leaving you frequently flushing hot beneath your skin.

Liam was a man easy to love and had always been there for you, consistently leaving you torn between your yearnings for both young Irishmen.

Now you were torn between something different entirely.

Steps crunching in the snow broke your focus from the icicles settling into the ground, a steaming beverage being offered to you within your peripheral. You spared only a glance at it before turning your gaze to the detailed ridges of the log on which you sat.

"If you're not going to eat, please drink something at the very least", Liam's familiar Irish brogue was mellowed down to a feathersoft gentleness that had your eyes gathering tears once more.

Your throat was tight, anxiety harping it's way into your pained heart.

You had to tell him.

With a quiver to your lip, you had only two words on your mind. The hardest two words you'd ever speak to him.

"I'm leaving". You regretted the words as soon as you'd spoken them, bracing yourself for the worst in the uneasy silence that fell between you both.

"You're what??", his voice was an astonished whisper. The disbelief in his tone and the way his words broke whilst he spoke them wounded the tethers of your already broken heart further. Your silence left him at a loss, a panic seeming to rise up within him. "What are you on about, (Y/n)?".

"The Brotherhood", you replied with an unusual amount of cold that had hurt flickering into those blue hues once you had the courage to meet them. "Between leaving and staying, I'm torn. We've lost our way, Liam. I see that now".

Despite the words of argument that threatened to boil over from within him, Liam kept himself composed and listened intently when you continued,

"We are not what we were before. We've become desperate. So much so, that now we resort to destroying cities to gain even a slither of power. And I want no part in it".

"(Y/n)—", the Irishman gaped. "You cannot just leave the Brotherhood! You swore an oath to the Creed! To save the world, don't you remember??".

"And I suppose you're going to stop me, Liam?", you challenged, standing to match his height. The fury and hurt that poured through your eyes was carried from the very depths of your soul and couldn't be masked from him.

"That's the second time you've underestimated me tonight", he murmured, his surity meeting to combat your resolve perfectly.

"Are you going to kill me too?? Like Chevalier—". You choked up before the words could leave you, your eyes drifting from Liam to the fading lights of the Homestead in the distance.

"No", his head shook, gathering your unyeilding stare once more. "But, if you think for a second that I'll let you leave without a fight, (Y/n); you are sorely mistaken".

A sigh that stilled his inner rage passed through his nostrils, Liam's ocean blues travelling the features of your face with a kind softness. "Shay wasn't in his right mind and neither are you right at this very moment! You're making a mistake, (Y/n)! You're a good person. The Brotherhood needs you!". You marked the apprehension in his demeanour when his voice cracked with the words that followed. "I need you".

For a moment, you were in a state of disbelief of your own. Never had Liam shown this kind of vulnerability to you, always poising himself to be the strong and independent mentor the Brotherhood needed. That you needed. Yet, not even that could make him falter now.

"I know that you are grieving over, Shay. But, I've also lost a person I care about tonight!", the Irishman insisted, your keen eyes able to spy the tears welling up within his own. "And I'll be damned if I'm losing another!".

"Liam—", you started, only to have him cut in,

"I love you, alright?!". Just like that, his words completely melted your resolve. Stunned from the confession, your gaze searched Liam's for the chance that he was being dishonest or that you may have misheard him. You found neither.

"I love you", he repeated softer this time. The gentle brushing of his hand hovering by your own set goosebumps ablaze within your skin, drawing your gaze to the hope glimmering in the soft blue of his eyes. "I've always loved you, (Y/n). Perhaps, even before I knew what love was".

For the briefest of seconds, you became sharply aware of the details within Liam's gentle complexion and the misting of his breaths in the air; realising you were a heartbeat's distance from him. "If you stay, I know that we can make the Brotherhood a better place. Together". His hand was open to you, restraining from holding your own despite his constant urge to offer you solace. "What do you say??".

With your words dying in your throat, you reached for the nape of his neck, tugging his head forwards to seal the short gap between you both. Liam's breaths stammered within his chest, his lips flushed with a warmth that felt searing against your cooler skin.

His calloused hands pulled you to be cradled against him, your own bracing on the broadness of his chest. Every brush of his lips was a delicate caress, tasting of the salt from the tears you both had wept. Your heated breaths mingled in your concentrated passion, the Irishman reluctant to lose your touch.

Weaving his fingers with your own, Liam finally drew back to rest his forehead against yours, seemingly breathless. There was a rasp in his voice when he laughed, mumbling, "I'll take that as a yes".

"Good". Pressing another brief kiss to the Irishman's now swollen lips, a laugh to mirror his own slipped from you, "Because I love you too". Both of you marked it as perhaps your shared first steps to healing from Shay's death. Together.

The End. . .

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Hey readers!! ❤❤ I hope you all enjoyed this fic!! As always, any and all feedback is welcome! So, please - let me know how I went in writing this and how to improve, if I can! If you wished to be added to my taglist for this fandom or any others I write for, check out my masterlist and let me know what you'd like to be tagged in!

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Translations;

- "Va te faire enculer!! Putain!!" (French) = "Fuck you!! Whore!!" (English translation based on research - PLEASE correct me if I'm wrong)

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Hi Mei, i suddently had an idea for a request. Theresa Apocalypse X reader (Gender neutral) fluff headcanons in where the reader's body is covered in scars also on their lip (Kinda like toji from jujutsu kaisen or ezio from assassin's creed). It's mostly comfort and fluff, it could be platonic or romantic since tecnically Theresa is an adult. If you feel uncomfortable by this, please ignore it

I don't write for Theresa unfortunately, but I think she'd be the type to think your scars are cool instead of being worried about them. Though, if you're a normal civilian or someone who isn't really supposed to be fighting, she'd definitely be a bit concerned. Theresa grew up surrounded by Valkyries, so to her, scars are a sign of strength and a victorious battle and she'd gladly tell you that if you felt insecure about them.

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Albert Wesker (Resident Evil)

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oh my god, all of them? because there’s a lot of goddamn wips,,, then in no particular order:

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I Can’t Breathe: Arno x reader

So after watching the first two POTC movies and realizing how much my asthma misses me, I try my hand at a oneshot. :) Feedback is appreciated.

Alignment: Platonic flangst.

You love Paris. Truly, you do. The sights, the buildings, the people (a select minority) all have places in your heart, so you were more than happy to hear that it wasn’t the brotherhood’s decision to assign you as Arno’s second for his mission, but the man himself.

“I could’ve sworn you forgot I was alive.” you announce your presence, coming up behind him on the rooftop he told you to meet. His head perks up at your voice, and he comes to hug you with a teasing smile of his own, “Hello to you too, Y/n.”

You hook your arms under his and cling your hands on his shoulders, pressing your face against his chest so he wouldn’t see how fast your smirk disappeared. Arno always has a scent or two lingering on him during missions like these, but this time, you couldn’t smell anything. It was your own way of making a contingency plan by locating where he had been, as well as a way to feel like home, but now you just felt lost. Even so, you didn’t want to worry him, which made you pull back after a moment with a bright smile, “So, what do we got?”

Arno fills you in on his findings, and you mentally scold yourself the whole time for having your attention divided between listening and breathing. More effort than what was probably necessary was put to not making the ragged patterns of your breathing audible, though doubt looms over your head towards your partner’s obliviousness. He could be acting.

“Remember, if any of the guards have suspicious containers on them, that is poisonous gas and you must get out of the area immediately.” he concludes, as your target walks out of an establishment, four guards ‘discreetly’ coming along with him.

You nonchalantly roll your e/c eyes, beginning to freerun across rooftops, “Remind me not to be away from you for too long. You get bossier than I prefer.”

“I’m just watching your back.” he gently defends, following you.

A smug smirk returns to your lips as you glance at him, keeping most of your attention on your target as he and the guards ride a carriage. “I know, and that’s what you’ll still be doing because I’m about to outrun you.” right when you said that, you bolted off, hearing the hooves of the horses on the cobblestone floor and the amused chuckles of your friend from behind.

Maybe being tired is the way to clear your lungs.

Eventually, your freerunning enjoyment came to a halt as the carriage of your target stopped at the dock. Arno and yourself overlook from a roof, before nodding to each other and unsheathing your Hidden Blades. Running with him only affected your breathing for the first few seconds, but then you began to pant again after a while. Alongside Arno, you leap down and assassinate some few guards from the back. One wanderer unfortunately spotted you, though, causing the two of you to use the Phantom Blades and hope that no one noticed his limp, bleeding body. He leads the way, and out of worry, you recheck your surroundings before tailing the target with him.

You scale a wall and effortlessly come up on the other, much darker side, in time to have the frightened man fall on his backside because of your sudden appearance. He looked really intimidated that you just had to take a moment and mentally thank your partner for the path he practically paved for you. With Eagle Vision, you see him in the shadows, nodding at you to make the kill. You stalked over the target until his back hit the wall and his face truly became a reflection of terror. You were just about to raise your Phantom Blade when something at the side of your face hissed, making you lose what composure you could muster as well as the coordination of your body. Vaguely aware that your target has become unconscious, you frantically move away from the poisonous gas, managing to see a distorted red outline when you squinted. You were only able to get yourself back to your feet with Arno’s help, and together, you shot the Templar in the legs.

The gas later disperses, and you absently recall information about a five-second time period of the gas when it leaves its container. You and Arno notice the face of your target, and tore your eyes away just as fast. When that simple motion constrained your breathing even further, you quickly scale up a wall in a panic, ignoring your friend’s calls as you make for the nearest safehouse. 

If Arno failed to get to you on time, would you have accompanied your own target in his death? How did that gas even affect the human body? How long will it take before you change the fact that your need for each other is not equally reciprocated? How close is the moment when Arno won’t be there for you, anyway? Right now, if your footing fails you and you forget how to regain it as you pummel to the ground? Right now, as you jump from rope to rope? Now, if you weren’t able to grab onto the ledge the moment you run out of roof to slide on? Now, when a Templar infiltrated the safe house you just went in and adorned the walls with your blood for him to find? 

 Quiet steps and a call of your name made you jump, unsheathing your sword towards the source; Arno. 

He raises his hands in both reassurance and surprise, watching you sheathe your weapon with slight embarrassment, “Please talk to me.“ 

 But no matter how hard you try, your body protested. You’ve already resigned yourself to the fact that what suspicions Arno must have (if he didn’t have them already) shall now be answered straightforwardly. But you couldn’t do that if you were fighting for every breath, now could you? 

 You lean on a nearby table, hands on the edges of the wood as your back hunches and audible sounds of pain escape your parted lips. As Arno steps closer, you shake your head, upset that your own body would be against having him near, “I-I can’t…” 

 “Where’s the wound? Or is it a cut? Perhaps it’s the poison…!” he began to inspect you for physical proof, a feat you swore you could’ve killed him for were it not for the respiratory handicap. If you die and he ate your cookie stash, you’ll haunt him until he joins you. 

Using what little force you can spare, you hold onto his hand tightly as he examines your arm. You lean on him, vaguely aware of his other hand hovering over your back, “Arno, I can’t…” you wheeze, “I can’t breathe.”

An actual cliffhanger, and could end in angst or fluff, now that I think about it.