Assassin's Creed Oneshots

You're an Angel (Arno x Blind!Reader)

Author's Note: I'm not sure how I can really apologize for the immense hiatus that I've taken, but hey, I'm back now with some new and improved oneshots. Thank you all so much for your dedicated support, I love you all and I hope that you guys enjoy the stuff I'll be continuing to put out! Sorry if this is a bit short, I'm trying to get back into the swing of things!

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Arno would probably never admit it aloud, but sometimes the predicament involving your eyesight, or lack thereof, worried him to no end. You could handle yourself just fine, he would remind himself, but it still didn't stop him from having that feeling of wanting to always protect you. You knew what he was and what he did, and that alone sometimes put you at risk. The assassin feared a day when he may not be around when you needed him most. Just that thought alone scared the hell out of him. The man cherished you and your gentility and he often became lost inside his own mind as he thought of all the things he admired about you; your will to persevere and strive despite your ailment. It never stopped you from enjoying things to the fullest that you could and you always encouraged Arno to do the same. 

He had met you during a rougher patch of his life and you had helped him to come to terms with everything that had happened. He realized that he was more than what his past defined him as. Your soft words had struck an encouragement within him and brought about a renewing wave of strength that he hadn't felt in such a long time. He knew that you could never see it, but his eyes would always gaze so lovingly at you, taking in every beautiful feature of your face and body. Even now, as you sat a short distance away from him, basking in the warm glow of the rays of the sun from the window, he smiled gently at your relaxed form.

"What's on your mind, dear?" It took a moment for your words to register in his ears as he broke himself from his reverie.

"I don't know what you mean." He replied coyly, taking his gaze from you to instead glance out the window. The afternoon was early and the sun was shining brightly over the city. Even though you couldn't enjoy the view, he knew you liked to sit there and listen as people went about their daily business. He watched as you tilted your head in his directly, a smile playing at your lips.

"I may be blind, but I can still practically hear the wheels in your head turning with whatever you're thinking about." You teased him lightly, smile growing larger as you heard a chuckle come from the man.

"Just thinking about you, mon ange." He replied, giving an unseen grin as he watched the pink tint of a blush spread across your cheeks at the term of endearment. 

"Do tell?" You asked nevertheless. You heard the sound of him sucking in a breath as he moved to get up from his spot. His footsteps were quiet as he approached you and you practically melted into the feeling of his hands coming to rub over your shoulders.

"I think of many things about you, ma cherie. I think about all the things that I adore about you, such as your kindness, your optimism,  the way you can somehow find everything to be beautiful despite having never seen it." As he spoke, he came around to kneel in front of you, taking one of your hands in his own. He lifted your hand and pressed your palm to his cheek. You could feel the slight roughness of his stubble underneath your fingertips as you caressed his face lightly.

"And I think of how you're an absolute angel who has come into my life, shining so bright and warm. I just want to make sure that you are always safe and that nothing should ever befall you." He continued. 

"Arno," you always said his name so sweetly, "I know that I'll forever be safe around you, you don't have to worry about me so much." He brought up the subject every so often, and every time you would remind him that you would be okay.

"I worry about you too though, mon tresor. But I know that you'll always come back home to me." You said, leaning down to press a feather-soft kiss to where you assumed his forehead was. Your lips met the crown of his head and he gave another small laugh as both of his hands now squeezed yours.

"Of course I will, I would never dream of anything else." He replied, lifting your hands to his lips where he brushed the softest kisses across the skin of your knuckles. You loved the tenderness that the rugged assassin gave you, he never made you feel anything short of perfect.

"So, what's going on outside today?" You changed the subject and asked him, turning your blind gaze back to the window. It was a daily ritual of sorts where you would sit and ask about what was happening outside in the marketplace. You heard Arno stand once more and move behind you, his hands finding a place carding through your hair.

"It's sunny out right now," he started, and you leaned back into his touch and the chair you sat in, "there are a few children out playing with a ball, and- uh oh, looks like one just kicked it into the fruit vendor's stand again." You brought your hand up to repress the giggle threatening to fall from your lips as you imagined the ball soaring through the air only to crash into piles of fruit and send apples tumbling to the ground.

"What do you say we go out on a walk, mon ange, I'll describe things to you that vendors are selling and if you hear something that you like, I'll get it for you." The assassin suggested, watching as you now turned to him with the brightest smile, nodding your head eagerly. For you, it wasn't so much about the offer of him getting you something that you'd like, it was more about spending the precious time with him, just enjoying the casualness of everyday life. His hands slid down to your arms, guiding you as you moved to stand. Taking one of your hands once again, he tucked it in the crook of his arm. As you slipped your shoes on, you stopped him for a moment with a soft tug on his sleeve before you two headed out. You could hear him shift as he turned his whole body to you. His free hand came to settle just under your chin, letting you know that you had his full attention.

"Thank you, Arno, for everything." You beamed up at him and the man smiled as well, your happiness was contagious and practically radiated from all around you. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours sweetly.

"No, thank you, my love." He whispered against your lips, relishing in the feeling of you smiling into the kiss. He would truly do anything and everything for you.