#arno imagines

tysm for cherishing my work, i hope you enjoy this one <3

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it is always the people that look the sweetest, that bare the darkest sides. deep inside, hao had always knew that he had a very specific way of showing his love to his special someone. but it was that one trait about him that he prefered to keep hidden until the relationship was just .. processed enough for him to at least test the waters.

     The sound of the man’s voice startled her, nearly causing her to slip from the window’s ledge. “Where is it that you think you’re going, hmm?”

     She had been caught red-handed, quite literally she had thought to herself as she glanced at the blood dripping from her glove. In any other moment she would have ignored the unwanted company and hurried to meet Master Dorian but there was something oddly familiar in his voice. She peeked over her shoulder, careful to hide the majority of her face. Her muscles relaxed as noted the man’s features; Bonaparte. She rolled her eyes as she settled her feet back onto the palaces marble floor.

     His smirk widened into a wide grin as he carefully looked you over. “As an assassin aren’t you supposed to be undetectable?” He dared to stride closer to her, each step precise and sure.  

     It was her turn to smirk as she watched the soldier strut. “Who’s asking?” Her tone was playful, similar to the way her mentor spoke. She was relaxed enough to lean against the window’s casing, but her muscles were still ready to flee if the moment called for it.  

     He raised his hands up in surrender before folding them behind his back once more, “I’m a friend, not a foe.”

    “According to who?”  

    “You’re a tough one. Your mentor, Arno Dorian. We had met earlier and had asked me to keep the guards busy while you handled matters.”

     She scoffed, “I can handle things myself.” Secretly she thought of throttling Master Dorian for sending a babysitter, especially one who isn’t even trained like herself.

     No offense meant. I was just doing a favor.” He sauntered over to the desk where her victim’s body lay atop. She watched him carefully, catching his gaze as he watched from the corner of his eyes. “I do say though he failed to mention how lovely you’d be.”

     She hurriedly bit back her laugh. Master Dorian had cautioned her Bonaparte would be a character but she hadn’t expected someone so upfront. She could tell he was a self-assured man with the way he stood straight, shoulders pressed back, and his chest purposefully puffed out. She found his charade cute but not swaying.

     “I thank you but I truly must be going. Master Dorian can be a tad impatient.” She straightened herself from the wall and angled herself out the window once again. “It was a pleasure Monsieur Bonaparte. Until we meet again.” She tipped her head before gracefully leaping into the hay cart below.

     As she fell, she could hear him call out to her, “Meet me at the theatre tomorrow, say noon.”

Anxin, Geonwoo and Arno as spiderman. I mean all of ald1 but THOSE 3

what an insanely cool concept!! i only watched a single spiderman movie and saw him in infinity war & endgame so i hope this isnt off but i try to go for the youthful, charming & funny image spiderman displays.

     A smile played against her lips as his rant came to a close. “You see much of his father in him, don’t you?”

     His eyes bore into her, speaking volumes above what his words could.

     It was an act. The false sense of annoyance he projected was only a cover-up for the hurt he still felt all these years later. His charade only made her laugh, lighting a true flame in his chest. “Oh please, Bellec. There’s no shame in being a bit nostalgic. I see much of Charles in him as well but do not let that cloud your mind. They are not the same person, do not treat them as such.”

     “Don’t lecture me. The boy needs guidance. For fuck’s sake he’s siding with the Templars.” He through a hand up in the air as if cursing the heavens above.

     Despite his sudden flush of anger she kept calm, as she always had with him. “False.”

     “What?” He spat.

     “I said false. He is not siding with the Templars. He simply sees the battle from both points of view. He’s see the good as well as the bad from both sides.”

     Bellec scoffed at her remark. “Good? In a Templar? You trying to be funny, Y/N? There is no such thing. They’re corrupt, brain-washing savages and that’s exactly what they’ve done to him.”

Just as soon as he smiled at you, he glared at the man sitting across from you. He walked towards you, calling out your name. You turned your head towards him, smiling just as warmly as you had to the gentleman across from you. His own sense of masculinity and fear of rejection wrapped around his gut. Arno watched you stand up, and wrap your arms around the other man, both goodbyes being said.

“Who was that?” Arno asked, as the two of you walked down the streets. He attempted to play this off as nonchalantly as he could. You looked at Arno, your face contorted with confusion for a moment before you realized what he was talking about.

“Oh, Jean, from the cafe?” Arno grimaced as you responded, he brought his face back to its natural state, “yes, him. He left before I had the chance to be introduced.”

You laughed, not intending to be harsh, yet with Arno’s blinded state, that was how it came off. You looked towards Arno and saw he was upset - no matter how hard he tried not to be. You pulled him into an empty alleyway.

“Oh, Arno, you can’t possibly be jealous of Jean.” You tried to comfort Arno.

Arno pulled away, “why haven’t I met him before then? I thought I met all your friends? Then he shows up and-”

“He’s my cousin! He left for America long before I met you, Arno.” You cut Arno off before he worked himself into a complete frenzy.

A silence filled the air, before both of you started laughing; releasing the tension. Arno smiled at you, breathing a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry, ma petite.”