[ONGOING] Assassin's Creed Oneshots (REQUESTS OPEN - SMUT INCLUDED)

🅱𝛼𝖌ບ𝑒𝕥𝕥𝑒𝘴❟ 𝑪𝑟ဓ𝑖𝘴𝘴𝛼𝛈𝕥𝘴 𝛼𝛈𝚍 𝑪ဓ𝒇𝒇𝑒𝑒 ⧿ 𝓐𝑟𝛈ဓ 𝔁 𝞛ဓ𝚍𝑒𝑟𝛈 ℞𝑒𝛼𝚍𝑒𝑟

Arno: Me again? But why, Ash?

Me: I mean I was going to do an Ezio x Biological Child Reader-but then the Jacob x Reader idea popped into my head and I did that instead and then I did the New Year's Special but I didn't want to do the Ezio x Biological Child Reader because I had no ideas whatsoever for it so it's your turn again Arno-

Arno: What-

Ezio: When are you going to do a oneshot for me again Ash? Edward has like three oneshots already!

Me: If you don't stop whining Ezio, I will make you watch as I commit crimes against your country's food.

Ezio: Che carico di merda di cavallo. (What a load of horse shit) It's favoritism.

Edward: *walks in* Watch your language Ezio-

Ezio: *flips Edward off* Pezzo di merda. (piece of shit)

Me: Alright, alright! Both of you shut up before I tie you to the Jackdaw for a week.

Edward: You'll tie me up? I  usually do the tying up but this'll be fun~ *suggestively smirks*

Me: ...

Ezio: Uh, Edward? I think you got them pissed off-

Me: EDWARD JAMES KENWAY GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM BEFORE I PUSH YOU OFF THE MOTHERFUCKING ROOF.

Arno: EDWARD RUN-

Edward: ONE STEP AHEAD OF YOU- *running*

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Imagine this: You work at a café and a certain baguette boy who's great at parkour is a regular every day. You talk, become friends and possibly something more.

Note: French will be used, I'm going to try a little bit of a lighter writing style because most of my oneshots are dark and you guys can give me feedback on how the lighter oneshot is (I might include a tiny bit of dark stuff because I'm more used to writing that than lighter, easier to digest stories), gender neutral reader

TW: Small mention of a past toxic/abusive relationship, steamy stuff

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Your POV

As you hand an older woman's order of a buttered croissant and vanilla latte to her, you hear the door open. A man who stands at about 5'10 (1.55m) to 6 feet (1.82m) tall walks over to the counter with a small smile on his face.

He had silky dark chocolate colored hair that was pulled back into a loose low ponytail with some loose strands, perfectly framing his well sharp defined jaw with slight stubble that enhanced it, a strong and straight aquiline nose and gorgeous eyes the same color as his hair. His lips were full and sensuous, but not overly large. He definitely looked to be your type.

And your dirty mind-which had essentially been corrupted by the amount of smut you've read (which is a lot)-started conjuring fantasies almost instantly. Ignoring that, you take his order. He's a regular of the café you work at while looking for a well paying job that you were interested in. You weren't sure which job you wanted to do though, so you took this mundane one.

Anyway, the man orders the same thing every day. Coffee with one cream and two sugars, buttered baguette slices and a jam smothered croissant. You didn't know his name, nor did he know yours, but you both recognized each other well enough, you guessed.

As he's looking you in the eye, he says, "Thank you."

Now, you weren't really a believer of any religion (If you are, insert it here-Paganism counts too, wouldn't want to leave my fellow pagans out of this), but God (or any other deity). His fucking voice.