Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|10|. Arno ♡

A/N: As a writer, I always have odd ways of describing things; of materialising them in my head. For example, I see love as being like a rose, the flower is a representative of love in my religion (its colour defining the specific type of love) but it's also adorned with thorns. The thorns are the difficult parts of the flower and you will not fine a rose naturally without thorns the same way you do not find love naturally without fights and disagreements - but in the end, it will either make the lovers more distant or bring them closer together which is the theme of this chapter. 

I'm currently gathering ideas, themes and inspirations for a suggested Shay x Wife Reader and watching Black Sails has given me inspiration for another Edward x Reader. 

Also, the image I used (because I like my pinterest aesthetics) is a lyric from 'Fools' by Troye Sivan. The song is 'Angel On Fire Instrumental' by Halsey. So, with this rather long author's note (that I doubt many will even read) finished, happy reading, lovelies.

-Kia C.

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My One Truth

"So, (Y/n)," The (h/c)-haired female's mother began, "what's the Assassins' next move?" The (e/c)-eyed young woman trembled gently as she sat in her parents' office. Banners bearing Templar crosses draped over the walls on either side of the leaded window behind the large oak desk.

"The council are still depending on Arno Dorian for information." She began quietly. "He is currently tracking down François Germain, knowing he peruses the piece of Eden. He's requested that I join him in his next mission where he is intent on narrowing down Germain's location."

"And does he trust you with his life? If he has even a slither of doubt in you and you fail. . ." Her father warned in a dark tone. The young woman refrained from running her hand over the scars on her lower back, knowing all too well what her fate would hold if she failed. The assassins would be the least of her fears. It was her parents' wrath that terrified her.

As (Y/n) thought of her answer, her own breathy moans rang in her ears followed by Arno whispering sweet nothings in her ear as they lay curled into one another. The (e/c)-eyed young woman forced back tears. She was not proud of abusing Arno's love and trust in the slightest.

"Yes." She whispered, her voice failing her as her gaze flickered down to her wringing hands.

"Good." Her father picked up a quill before scribbling a letter onto a piece of parchment. He tucked it into an envelope before sealing it with red wax, the stamp bearing the Templar cross. He opened the letter then handed it back to his daughter who was dressed as an assassin to fit her role of a spy among the brotherhood.

Her (e/c) orbs skimmed over the letter's contents. Her (h/c) brows shot up.

"You wish for me to lure him to our house, father?" She quizzed.

"Indeed." (Y/n)'s mother cut in, straightening her posture, "He's becoming a threat and we must eliminate him." (Y/n) swallowed the growing lump in her throat before doing her best to level out her tone and maintain a stoic expression.

"I understand. I won't fail." She dipped her head before her parents stood to escort her out of the home. Just as she was about to step out the door, she was rammed into a wall and lifted from the ground with a pair of hands wrapped firmly around her throat. Her feet scraped against the wall as she attempted to pull air into her lungs.

"You are aware of the consequences if you do not succeed, correct?" (Y/n)'s father growled while her mother shot her a hateful gaze.

"Yes." The (h/c)-haired female managed to rasp out. The (s/t)-skinned young woman was released from his grasp, supporting herself on the wall as she gasped for air.