Assassin's creed Imagines

Secret Admirer (Arno Dorian x reader)

-don't be too surprised if this just turns into an assassin's creed imagines book, thanks to that game I have like a new crush every other WEEK

-I also haven't played Unity in awhile, so some of this may be a little inaccurate because it's been so long :')

-I ship Arno and Elise, buuuuutttttt everyone needs a little bit of our favorite Frenchman

-also some of the french in here is from google translate, so sorry if it's incorrect :(

any who, enjoy!

Y/N's p.o.v

My feet pounded against the concrete floor as I made my way towards the training room. There was a certain somewhere I was looking for. 

Let's take it back a bit. My name is Y/N L/N and I'm a high ranking French assassin. I joined the brotherhood thanks to my aunt that I never knew I had until before I joined the brotherhood, was an assassin herself. I slowly rose through the ranks and I was nearly a master assassin by now. Everything in my life was going fine, until he came along. The man I am talking about is Arno Dorian, and just because his father was an assassin, he thought that he could just waltz into the brotherhood and try to one-up me in EVERYTHING. This is what started our rivalry, and my tiny crush on him. I often scolded myself for having feelings for him, but there was something about his humor, bravery, and kindness that always caught my attention. Did I mention his good looks? I had caught myself staring at him on several occasions and luckily for me, I always looked away in time to never get caught. Now until I could confess, we were locked in a seemingly life long prank war. 

I kicked open the training room door, "ARNO DORIAN!" I yelled, but I soon saw no one was there. He had stolen my sword like he usually does, hiding it anywhere around the base or around Paris. Too make things worse, it was quite late and my drowsy eyes were begging for sleep. One time it took me six hours to find my sword which had somehow ended up in the catacombs. Once I got back to the base, I was met with Arno Dorian rolling on the floor in laughter. After that, he suffered two black eyes and a swift kick to the down below, if you catch my drift. My eyes scanned the room seeing the familiar glint of silver sticking out from under a mat. 

"Arno Dorian....you are so dead....once I find you.....you won't know what hit you" grumbling to myself as I slid out the sword, when a letter came out with it. I stood up, reading the front of the envelope as it read my name. Opening up the white parchment paper, I started to read silently in my head. 

"Dear Y/N"

"I have admired you from afar for awhile, and I just can't stop thinking about you mon ange".  My heart melted at the thought of being someone's angel. 

"Your beautiful E/C eyes, your silky H/C hair, your laugh that is music to my ears. Your bravery never ceases to amaze me and your sarcasm never stops to make me laugh. My heart beats fast every time you enter the room, I want to talk to you but I don't know how. This is the best idea I could think of  and I hope you don't think it's too odd. If you aren't interested and you don't write back, then I understand completely. If you do have an interest to know who I am as well, leave your response under the mat where I have left mine by tomorrow. I do hope you write back amour."

"from, your secret admirer".

This letter simply just took my breath away as I smiled softly. "Watcha got there Y/N?" a voice whispered in my ear, which made me jump out of my skin. I fell onto the floor with the thud looking up to see the familiar cocky Frenchman laughing. "Arno! you little-" "bahahahaha! you should have seen your face Y/N! It was priceless!" Arno cut me off with more laughter and giggles. I saw the letter in his hands and I shot up pointing my sword at him. "Give it back" I hissed but he simply laughed "you know I won't do it idiote, now let me read!". Pressing the sword edge against his neck, he walked backwards as I walked forward. He laughed a few times as he read the letter which made my face feel hot. "wow, someone actually fell for you Y/N despite your overwhelming anger and irritating personality" Arno mocked, as I snatched the letter back from him. Rolling my eyes, I simply turned away to greet the welcoming sheets of my bed. I couldn't help Arno's eyes stare at me and I didn't know if it was in curiosity, mockery or maybe even love. I shook the last idea off.