Assassin's Creed Oneshots

Arno Dorian x Depressed! Reader

Author's Note: I just kinda wanted to indulge myself by writing this. So this is a little trigger warning, it won't go into extreme detail but depression is a heavy topic. And if any of you are feeling this way, and I often do which inspired me to write this, I strongly suggest finding someone you can trust and talk to them. And if you'd like, you can message me, I'm always open. Anyway, thank you for bearing with me, and enjoy!

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Your depression was no secret to him, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. No matter how convincing you made each smile or laugh, he could see through it like a window. It was easy for him because he himself knew what it was like. He knew that your depression was different though, he'd seen it in your eyes since the first day he met you, and that was nearly a year ago.

Arno saw that some days were better than others, but that's just how things went right? Both of you knew that it wasn't just a small bout of sadness. The assassin would watch as some days you wouldn't do much more than take a few steps to sit by the window and gaze out into the bustling streets of Paris. But some days you were happier and you would wrap Arno up in your arms and sit in his lap, enjoying the feeling of his own arms around you.

You never were sure on how to explain how you were feeling. How exactly did you tell someone that you love that you weren't happy, that some days you wished for nothing more than to lay in bed and do nothing? How do you say that you don't have the energy to try and fake happiness another day? There was no easy way to say that and you knew it. You also didn't want to bother Arno with how you felt, even though little did you realize, that he already knew. But oh how you wanted to talk to him, how you wanted to cry and release all that you bottled up inside. You knew that one day you would break and your walls would come crashing down. And you dreaded that day.

You could already feel that it wasn't going to be a good day. You awoke slowly, eyes fluttering open to see soft rays of sunlight streaming through the window. A light sigh escape your lips as your eyes fell closed once more. You could hear and feel your beloved assassin shifted beside you, the arm draped over your waist moving to tug you closer. Arno's steady breaths tickled the back of your neck lightly. You rolled onto your other side, coming face to face with the sleeping assassin. Your eyes trailed over his handsome features. Those dark eyes that you loved so much remained closed and his lips were parted the slightest as he breathed.

Again, a heavy breath was released from you and you moved closer to press your body firmly against Arno's. Your head bowing so you could bury your face into his chest and inhale the scent of tea that clung to him. A soft groan came from Arno as his arms tightened around you and you felt a kiss being pressed to the top of your head.

"Are you okay, mon amour?" He asked, sleepiness still evident in his voice. You only nodded but tightly closed your eyes, one of your hands coming to clench his shirt in your fist. Arno exhaled through his nose before nuzzling his face into your hair, pressing kisses to whatever skin was closest to his lips. He chose to not press the situation, he wanted you to open up to him on his own, so he was willing to wait.

Your chest felt heavy and honestly you just wanted to cry. You couldn't even think of a good reason for why you felt this way, and that just made it even worse. You wanted to know why, why you felt sad, why you felt like you had no energy, why you felt so damned hopeless and lonely sometimes. You took in a deep breath.

"Arno?" You asked quietly, your voice on the edge of cracking.

"Yes, mon amour?" He responded in like, you could hear sympathy and concern in his voice.

"What is wrong with me?" Your voice barely above a whisper now as you struggled not to let your resolve crumble.

"Nothing, chéri, nothing at all." His hands began to rub your back, his fingers occasionally pressed and massaged your tense muscles.

"Then why do I feel like this?" Arno hated how small and helpless you sounded as you asked these questions. They tugged at his heart and he did his best to soothe you. "It hurts, Arno, it hurts and I don't know why. I just want it to stop, but I can't help how sad I feel sometimes." Your words hit him close and he could feel your smaller body begin to tremble in his arms.

The tears welled in your eyes and even though you desperately tried to blink them away, you knew you couldn't. The first few tears slipped down your cheeks and you could feel yourself beginning to break. Biting your lip, you tried everything to suppress the sob that was forcing itself from you.

"Oh, (y/n), chéri, please don't cry." Arno cooed, one of his hand came up to run through your hair. "It'll be okay, amour, I'm here. I'll always be here for you and I'll help you get through this."
His words were hardly registering your ears as you now couldn't help the warm tears that fell down your cheeks. You still pressed your forehead against the assassin's firm chest. It killed Arno inside to think of the emotional pain that you were likely going through right now. It was similar to the pain he felt when Élise died, but he certainly wasn't going to think about that right now and bring you down and even more. All Arno could do was hold you as you wept and whisper words of comfort in attempts of calming you.

Relief filled him as your tears slowly began to subside. At this point, Arno had sat up and pulled you into his lap. Your head was tucked under his chin and your hands clutched onto whatever part of his was closest for you to grab. Your sniffling was soon all that was left and you wiped at your eyes with the back of your hands.

"I'm sorry Arno, I just..." You trailed off and closed your eyes, leaning into the assassin.

"Shhh," he quieted you, "you absolutely do not need to apologize. You're strong for having kept all of this. Remember, you are strong, you are beautiful, you are smart, and clever, and funny, and caring. You are so many wonderful things. And I want you to talk to me okay? I'm here to help, and you don't even have to say much, just say that you aren't feeling the greatest and I'll take care of you. There's nothing wrong with feeling this way either, so please don't think that. I'm always going to be here for you, mon amour." As he spoke he pressed soft kisses to your hair, and face, finally ending on your lips.

You gave a small, weak smile and returned the kiss. You pulled back to look him in the eyes.

"What if I never truly feel better though?" You couldn't help but ask, and although you knew you had no reason to be, you were afraid of his answer.

"Then that's okay, but I'm here to help you so you can feel better. I know it's not going to be something that'll happen overnight or over a few days, but that's alright." A smile graced his lips and his dark chocolate eyes glowed with love and sincerity. His hands came to rest on your cheeks and he leaned in to once more claim your lips with his own.

When you two broke apart you rested your forehead against his, whispering;

"I love you."

"And I love you." Arno replied, his arms sliding down to rest on your waist.