Bellec: Yes, you are

Arno: I've failed my mission

Bellec: Yes, you did

Arno:...

Arno: I could use some words of encouragemnt

Bellec lead them deep into the streets of France, where the only thing darker than the shadows were the minds of its citizens. Whenever he caught the eye of one, Arno found himself so taken aback with sorrow that his footfalls slowed and he stared. When Bellec got too far ahead of him, Arno shook his head and jogged after him. Things in France were dark, and he was a fool to think light could survive here. Steeling himself, Arno removed these thoughts from his mind and stuck close to Bellec’s heels.

The gray stone building grew so that it looked like a castle by the time he’d arrived to it. Craning his neck to take it in, Arno found his breath caught in his throat and his jaw slack. The responsibility of the duty that he was finding bestowed to him suddenly seemed far more daunting now that it was becoming real.

“Keep up, pisspot.” Bellec gruffed, and Arno hurried after him. Their steps echoed off the stone floors, hitting the walls, and reached his ears. The place looked abandoned. Tapestry hung from the archways in tattlers, and there were no torches on the rings lining the walls. Bellec spoke not a word, but lead him deeper into the building, explaining as he went. “This is our Bureau. We train here, hold our meetings, discuss our plans, and are among our own kind.” When Bellec said that, Arno felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise. Invisible eyes were watching him, but he had no proof. “Right this way, pisspot. They’re going to want to meet you. Keep your head about you, speak only when spoken to, and don’t embarrass me.” Bellec’s jab would have gotten some retort from Arno had he not been so nervous. Instead, Arno nodded.

The wooden doors ran the height of the hallways, and Arno noticed the out of place rungs and beams that decorated the high walls and ceiling. He would have given it more thought, but Bellec pushed open the huge doors and they were inside a large room. Stairs on the left and right led up to form a level, and there were beams and rings on the walls and ceiling. The second floor had doors and halls, but not a person. On the floor was the symbol Arno knew to be the Assassins. It was when he was investigating this symbol that Bellec stepped forward and spoke. “I bring Arno Victor Dorian to the Bureau of Assassins to complete his training and induct him into the Brotherhood.” Bellec’s words echoed and Arno watched the shadows tensely.

For a minute, nothing happened, and Arno’s eyes began to ache as he scanned the room and found nothing. Beginning to think this was Bellec’s idea of a joke, Arno opened his mouth to yell at the old man for wasting his time when the voice made him jump.

“Ma beau, Monsieur.” A man was standing at the center of the second floor, right in front of them. How Arno had missed him, he had no idea. His heart raced, and a faint sweat touched his cheeks and forehead. The man was dressed in a green hood, and his face was covered save for the stern line that was his mouth. Arno tried to gulp, but his mouth was too dry. Then, the air shimmered as if the room was vibrating. The corner of the man’s mouth twitched. “It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair as the Assassin’s Bureau proudly presents, your training.”

Modern AU

Arno is adopted by Bellec.

Arno’s father is real close friends with Bellec, so he’s already like a second father to Arno.

Once Arno’s father passes away, he lives and grows with Bellec.

Bellec is the one to tell Arno that he’s adopting Arno, and Arno breaks down crying.

Moving on, Bellec still teases the fuck out of Arno, calling him ‘Pisspot’ and what not.

Also embarrasses him quite often.

“He used to wet the bed when he was 12.”

“dAD”

It happens quite often.

He teaches Arno to cook and read at a young age. 

When Arno brings home homework, Bellec can help him with science and any other subject. But if you put a math equation in front of him? Forget it. 

“They showed us how to do it this way, though.”

“Why would you do it this way? This way is much simpler! WHY WOULD YOU CHANGE MATH WHEN YOU CAN DO IT LIKE THIS AND GET THE SAME ANSWER WHAT IS THIS SCHOOL TEACHING YOU ARNO.”

Bellec had some rough teaching moments if Arno was being stubborn and didn’t obey him. 

Sometimes it would seem he would take his methods to the extreme.

But Arno learned in the end, and understood why Bellec did what he did. 

They go out to eat quite often, none of them wanting to cook after coming home from school or work.

When Arno introduces Elise to him Bellec turns into the biggest prick, embarrassing he shit out of Arno, offering to show her his baby pictures.

He even tells stories of when Arno was a kid.

“BELLEC, PLZ STOP.”

ARNO X FEMALE ORIGINAL CHARACTER

Author: @alexasnowme

I stood in the shadows awaiting my contact, it was a detestable business with somewhat unsavory characters but if this helped France and drew this revolution to an end with less bloodshed it was worth it. My contact was a very cantankerous old man, Bellec. He had a wit so dry it bordered on good taste. Luckily for him, I was used to such characters in the French court, he had no idea how alike he was to the royalty who thought themselves superior due to their title. Bellec’s notions did not give him the moral high ground he believed. I pulled into the light upon hearing his distinctive heavy footsteps echo through the passage. If he wished to be silent he could but he needed me to hear him. As I had to not be shocked or surprised lest we give away our presence. He saw me and nodded. “Meet our fellow conspirator,” Bellec announced to a younger man at his side. I did not acknowledge the young assassin at first as I wouldn’t let that impudence stand. “Do not cast me as one in your little war. I care not if they are Templar or assassin. I only seek to remove the bad influences from the court.” “Will you help him get into the palace?” Bellec remarked in annoyance. “That was the agreement,” I assured him. “That is all I care about,” Bellec grumbled. “Does our contact have a name?” The young assassin politely inquired with a hint of sarcasm.

I turned to look upon him. I had heard much about this one. The descriptions did not do him justice. I decided it would be appropriate to introduce myself before it looked as if I was staring. “Cecile. It is nice to meet you, Arno.” “But I did not tell you my name. How do you know?” He remarked as if I had just performed some amazing feat.

Amused I began, “I know much about all the players involved. You two included. I like to know who I am working with.”  “You know nothing of me,” Bellec dismissed my comment with an air of arrogance as if untouchable. But I knew enough of him to be weary of him. Fanatics are dangerous no matter what side they are aligned with. I had seen many in my short time within the French court but I knew them to believe themselves right and would not hear anything to the contrary. I said nothing to Bellec and left him to his delusions. The young assassin pressed, “what do you know of me?” His gentle brown eyes narrowed with what seemed to be suspicion. “Arno Dorian, your path has not been an easy one but you have been busy of late. Do assassins know nothing of caution?” His steely gaze softened. The grin that crossed his face was lopsided but annoyingly endearing. He had a boyish charm to his smile and appearance. He also bore scars that marred his youthful face, and a weary look that spoke of a wealth of experience, none of it good but it seemed he had learnt from it as he still drew breath. He smiled widely. “I do try I assure you.” I raised my eyes trying to hide the smile creeping across my lips. “Does that boyish charm work?” “Not on Bellec.” I couldn’t help the smile that drew across my face, he was rather amusing. And the annoyance upon Bellec’s face only made it more so. Bellec took his leave with a nod in my direction and a quick hand upon Arno’s shoulder. Arno had many questions as we began to slowly walk into the grounds. I was not used to such curiosity from assassins. It was normally suspicion I had to contend with. Arno remarked quietly, “You are not what I expected?” I raised an eyebrow before responding in the same hushed tone, “What were you expecting?” “Well, that you wouldn’t be so…I did not expect a woman and an English one at that. What brings you to the midst of France during such unrest?” “My father. He is French. He is a man of station and wealth.” “France is not safe for such men.” “I have told him this but he is stubborn and he is trying to continue his good work while those around him work for their own self-interest.” “Then he will be in danger from both sides. He is a brave man to stay.” “He is a fool,” I grumbled under my breath.  I did not wish to have to worry about my father with such frequency. The anxiety had become too much for me so I had found a way to do my part to clear the court of the dangerous factions who threatened, my father and any who still wished to do good for France. I hoped I was making it safer for them. I sighed heavily. “So how do you intend to get me in unseen?” Arno whispered. “I know all the back ways and hidden doors, ” I assured him. “Of course. I am glad of your aid.” Before he slipped through the secret door I remarked, “don’t get yourself killed. I do not need such things upon my conscience.”

“I will be as careful as I can be,” he replied taking my hand and kissing it in a gentlemanly fashion before flashing me a smile.