Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|14|. Arno ♡

A/N: The prompt for this was a quite I had lingering in the back of my mind 'He kissed her like an alcoholic taking his last drink' I'm not too sure where I've seen it but it was just there in my mind. 

I love so many little things about Arno and I write more about him than any of the others so I've had to plan how I'm going to space them out lol. I've planned for my next one to be an Edward X Reader because I neglect him too much. Happy reading!

-Kia C.

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Reunited

She had been gravely outnumbered when it happened. When she had been sent on a mission, her target's security underestimated and her skills overestimated.

(Y/n) was an Assassin initiate, almost finished with her training, who had been picked up from the streets by the Brotherhood after an Assassin noticed how well she blended into crowds and used distractions better than any magician to sneak food into the depths of her bag. Her fighting skills had been exceptionally brilliant for a woman with no training who happened to have plucked up a sword from a corpse.

Then, her (h/c) tresses had been piled upon her head and hidden under a tricorne which shadowed the upper half of her (s/t) face. If not for her figure, she would have easily been mistaken for a man in her breeches and with her (h/l) locks hidden away.

But, back to the present.

Now, the Assassin's hands were bound behind her back, her hidden blade on the arm of a Templar as a trophy. The low ranked Templar smirked wickedly from the guillotine platform as he looked over the dirtied Assassin who had been locked in a cell for the past three months before being roughly dragged to her execution. Not only that, but she had earned a scar down the middle of her bottom lip when she had missed a sword between her eyes by the strongest surge of luck she thought she would ever receive in her lifetime. He watched as the Templar turned his eyes from her to his arm, attempting to figure out how to activate his trophy's mechanism.

'I'm not dead just yet, fool. And if I am to die here today, I shall not go out quietly.'

She thought as her (h/c) brows lowered over her (e/c) orbs. The Assassin, stripped of her robes and now in a dirtied creme shirt and pair of black breeches, was roughly forced forward.

Shrugging her shoulders sharply to aggressively signal that she would walk to the platform compliantly and did not wish to be touched, she mounted the steps.

"This woman is accused and deemed guilty of multiple accounts of murder and theft!" The executioner announced, "Therefore is hereby sentenced to death by guillotine!" A cheer roared through the bloodthirsty crowd. Suddenly, the (h/c) haired female staggered, her body falling onto the balcony of the platform. Her hands pushed down in the tip of a spear that had been propped against the wood. Now, she had broken through her bonds. A guard reached out to her but she regained her balance, eyes half-lidded and swaying.

"My apologies." She spoke dizzily, "This is all just far too overwhelming." With that, she fell to the floor of the platform, crashing down on a guard as she went.

"She's fainted." Another guard stated. Good, now they were vulnerable to surprise. The (s/t)-skinned female gripped the dagger at the guard's belt as she pushed herself up on her forearms, slicing the man's throat in one sweep of her arm before rolling onto her back and stabbing the blade into the Achilles' tendon of the second guard. Springing to her feet, the young woman rammed her weight against the Templar who captured her originally, sending his stomach straight into the block of the guillotine.