Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|43|. Arno ♡ II

It's 5AM and I have school today but I'm staying up all night to break my 4AM-1PM sleep routine. I have done no revision whatsoever and fully plan on winging my English mock. I've just finished watching The Witcher and honestly: Witcher >>> GoT. I need a second season. Also, I'm realising that I am a very poor example. Don't be like me. Treat ur body right and give it beauty sleep. Also, I've been playing AC bc Kass is my wife. 

Just here to remind you I'm bi. Yeah. Gays. Fuck me I'm tired. Interacting with teachers later should be fun if my mind's in this state. I've literally had to invoke the Gods to help me get by tomorrow. I wish I was joking. I bet no one's even reading this. OK ON WITH PART TWO.

-Kia C.

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THE COST OF HER LOVE:

Coffees and Confessions

Another two weeks had passed since then and Arno remained just as distant. In the Assassin hideout, he would avoid her or shoot her glances from across the room that he seemed to think she didn't notice.

(Y/n) had begun to plan how she would approach Élise as well as what she would say to her. Whether the Templar liked it or not: (Y/n) was Arno's friend and had been for a good few years now. She had been the one to pick him up when she wouldn't and she had been the one to stick by his side no matter what happened.

In fact, she was planning on how she would politely inform Élise that she had nothing to worry about because all (Y/n) wanted was to see him happy, not to take him from her, when Arno himself came stumbling through the door to the hideout, clutching his arm.

The distance which had been put between them over the past few weeks suddenly evaporated as she ran to his side, footsteps echoing off the walls from the marble floor.

"What happened?" She gasped as she led him over to the infirmary. It was currently empty so she took it upon herself to examine him, having enough experience from her years of being an assassin.

"Too many guards but it's just a flesh wound." He hissed when she peeled his hand away from his bicep.

"A flesh wound that needs stitches." She tutted as she turned to get the disinfectant to clean it with, pouring it onto a cloth and pouring a bowl of water from the pitcher, "Take your clothes off."

"(Y/n). . ." He sighed, his mind going back to his girlfriend who seemed very protective about him when it came to this particular woman.

"Now. That needs stitches and to be cleaned." She ordered as she threaded the needle. He sighed in defeat as he slid his coat off gingerly. "How many guards were there anyway?"

"Around ten. The escape plan wasn't very well thought out." He frowned as he unbuttoned his waistcoat.

"Ten?!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she turned around, "How on Earth did you get yourself into that situation?!"

"Defending Élise." Was his simple reply. (Y/n) turned back around to hide her grimace. Élise didn't sound like an all-round bad person. She sounded committed and determined but she also sounded as though she simply was not a good match for him considering the fact that she always put her work before him to an ununderstandable degree.

"And you fought these guards with her?" She raised a brow as she waited for him to undress.

"I told her to go on ahead."

"And she listened to you?!" (Y/n) burst out, shocked.

"Why wouldn't she?"

"Because you were dangerously outnumbered! I wouldn't have left you like that, even if you told me to." She grumbled out as she sat down beside him now that his torso was bare.