Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|42|. Arno ♡ I

Sorry for the Élise bashing here, I love her a lot, really. I don't know if I'll finish the Ezio Halloween series but I probably will before moving on to a new concept. I'm so sorry about my lack of activity - school's been kicking my ass and my mental illnesses have been giving me hell until this week. I planned on doing Christmas oneshot again this year but didn't get round to it, sorry. I hope any of my fellow witches had a blessed Yule. 

-Kia C.

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THE COST OF HER LOVE: 

Suspicions and Surprises:

(Y/n) awoke laid across the end of Arno's bed, the pillow under her head now wrapped in her arms.

She had been looking after Arno for a few weeks now. After Élise cut him off when he chose to save her over killing Germain; he then turned to drinking in Versailles. He had been living in the raided De La Serre château while he had been in the town. As soon as (Y/n) had located him (a week after the incident), she had gone to find him and bring him back to Paris. She had eased him out of his drinking habits but there was still no word from Élise.

(Y/n) spent all day with Arno if she wasn't called in for a mission by the council and she would normally return to her own home to sleep at night. But last night her mission had bitten into the early hours of the morning and she was exhausted. Seeing as Arno's home was just above the assassin hideout, she had dropped in to stay the night.

He had been awake when she got in, unable to sleep. In a way, it was convenient that he was awake because she didn't want to just barge into his home while he slept. They had agreed that she would sleep across the end of the bed while Arno slept normally. Usually, she would have spent hours speaking to him to find out why he couldn't sleep and the ease him into slumber but she had no energy left that night. 

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Come morning,  upon waking up, she shifted her hips slightly to stretch her middle only to feel a weight on her. Looking down, she saw Arno's arm around her waist. Her lips parted in surprise slightly as she looked over her shoulder, trying to not move her head.

Her head was resting on his bicep while his chin was propped on top of her head. His chest was pressed against her back and his arm held her close to him while their legs were tangled together: his knee between her thighs and their calves seemingly wrapped around each other.

She knew that she should have pulled away, tried to get up without waking him. But the contact just felt too good. His broad chest against her slight back making her feel so small and protected by him, how warm she was from everywhere he was touching her, feeling him breathe softly and his slow heartbeat against her back. She didn't want to move, she wanted to live in this moment forever.

She'd wanted this for too long to let it die now. She'd spent night after night imagining falling asleep in his arms, all of her free time usually spent daydreaming about him.

She couldn't tell if he was oblivious or not. Did he think she was just a really caring friend? Or did he know that everything she did for him was out of love? She often wondered if he reciprocated her feelings, even in the slightest. Were those kisses to her forehead and cheeks truly just platonic or was there more? What about the tenderness when he treated her wounds after missions? The times when he'd grab her hand at any time it would seem casual enough? And now: surely he hadn't worked his way across the end of his bed in his sleep to hold her?

For whatever reason he had done it, she decided that it wasn't important. He was holding her now and that's all she cared about as she slipped her eyes shut again.