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

❝ⅅ𝗈𝗻'𝚝 Ⲩ𝗈𝐮 𝐿𝗈𝗈𝑘 𝟊𝛼𝚖ꜟ𝚕ꜟ𝛼𝖗？❝ ⏤ 𝙼○𝗱𝚎ɼ𝓷 ℐ𝛼🇨𝗈𝕓 𝜒 𝚨𝖗𝗻𝗈

Me: *evil cackling*

Jacob: *looks at image* THAT WAS ONCE-

Me: You don't think I'm going to have mercy on you and not bring it up to the reader do you Jacob?-

Jacob: ...No?

Me: Exactly.

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Imagine: A Jano thing because I ship it and it's underrated-

Note: French translation is 'I dream of dipping my baguette in your soup'- Now Jacob, what were you getting at..? *cough cough* ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) *cough cough*, French will be used (obviously)

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Jacob's POV

As he takes orders from people in line at the coffee shop he worked at, someone that catches his eye.

A man his age, with medium length chocolate brown hair tied back in a neat low ponytail, eyes the color of irresistible Lindt milk chocolate, full sensuous lips and a built physique from what he could see.

This guy was smoking hot, but was probably straight anyway like every other hot guy he'd seen in this coffee shop. He liked girls too, but he had more of a preference for guys that he couldn't explain. "Hello?" the hot guy asks him, waving an exquisitely manicured hand in front of face. Goddamn, he had a hint of a French accent mostly covered by a posh British one. His one fucking weakness.

"S-sorry," he replies. "Zoned out. Anyway, what can I get you?"

"An Affogato with Rocky Road and baguette slices with butter please."

"Rocky Road's an interesting choice for an Affogato," he replies. "But I'm not going to judge you."

"It's a great tasting choice."

"Ah, your opinion is your opinion. Your order should be ready in 2-3 minutes, if I get everything else done in time. That'll be $4.50, please."

With a nod, Hot Stuff-his nickname for the guy-pays and goes to sit at a table near the sunlight streaming through the glass window.

Arno's POV

As he waits for his coffee at the table, he watches the barista at work. He watches as his coffee is being made, which meant he got all sorts of angles on the guy. Slicked back dark brown hair, hazel eyes sparkling with mischief, a couple visible scars on his face and a cinnamon roll like personality from what he could pick from the miniature conversation they'd had before he ordered his coffee and baguette slices...Damn it, was he falling for the barista already?

He was so entranced by the barista that he wasn't paying attention to anything else. Should he ask for the barista's number or give his own? No, that seemed to upfront, he needed to at least get to know the guy first. He sees his order's ready after a couple minutes of silently debating what to do, so he goes to pick it up.

Timeskip, Jacob's POV

While he's sitting at a table while on break, Hot Stuff comes up to him with a sheepish smile. "Sorry I didn't get to introduce myself earlier," he says. "I'm Arno. And you are..?"

"Jacob," he replies with a smile. "Though it says on the nametag."

"Oh, I must not have noticed. Anyways, I'd love to talk to you more. Can I have your number?"

Shit, Hot Stuff-Arno-was really asking for his number? "Sure, can I have your phone for a second?" he replies.

Arno gives him his phone and he puts his number in. "There you go." he says with a smile. He notices that Arno seems to mindless smile at him for a second but he dismisses it as nothing. Unfortunately, his manager telling him to get back to work interrupted the moment. "See you around love." he says with a smile before leaving the table to get back behind the counter.