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I need help finding a fanfic I read a while back- I've been trying to find it again with no luck... Please help me 😭

It's an Assassin's Creed fanfic, Arno Dorian x reader.

So the reader is the fiance and singer at Cafè Theatre who is also sick (mentions all that at the end), Arno decides to hire a replacement singer who turns out to be a snobby and spoiled woman. So, while Arno is away, this woman terrorizes the workers and friends (I think the reader as well), brags and lies to her friends and father that she is engaged to Arno. She kept this up until she decides to call herself the “Future Madame Dorian” in front of the chiefs as she was demanding free food for herself and her friends. The chiefs laugh at her and say something like: “We already have a Madame” or “You’re not the madame, [reader’s name] is.” and then both the Reader come down the stairs cause they hear the commotion in the kitchen. Reacting like: 🤨 “What's going on here? I came to check what's going on, the noise is giving me a headache.” Then when the woman starts to belittle the reader, Arno just so happens to come home and be like: 🤨 “I’m actually courting [reader’s name]and you're fired for your poor behavior towards my friends, staff, and finance.”

Sorry if my summary is terrible- but that's all I remember from the story. I just wanna reread it again 😭🚶🏾‍♀️

OHHHH I’m so happy that you posted pt2 of how the assassins are affectionate bc I adored pt1 and I was so curious of what you would come with with the rest! Keep writing you’re awesome 👌🏽👏🏽

Awww thank you so much!! That put a big smile on my face! I'm SO HAPPY that you liked it!! I'm working on the Templars (Shay & Haytham) and Eagle Bearers next lol and those will be out soon!

Head cannons bc I can - Celebrating Altair's birthday (bc it's not something he does and also something he missed out on)

Altair doesn't strike me as a man who would enjoy a huge birthday celebration, more so he either sees it as just another day (NOT ON MY WATCH) OR he would prefer to celebrate with his love. Just the two of you while he bathes in your loving attention all day long, eating.it.UP.

Letting him rest for a little while longer after she wakes up before waking him up with kisses, which brings a grin to those scar bearing lips of his, before he wraps her up in a bicep burrito and holds her close. You plan on leaving that bed? Good luck. Because unless he has work to attend to - which you made sure he DID NOT bc his birthday is NOT a day to work - you two will spending much need alone time together...

Knitting for him most likely an under shirt, which he would LOVE, seeing it as a way to keep you close to him as he goes about his day. It's infinitesimally better because he wears it underneath his robes and chain mail directly on his skin, so it's like you're touching him all.day.long and that is NOT something you will find the assassin EVER complaining about lol

Also sewing him a few shirts bc they he needs as many clean ones as possible. Asking him for measurements is a little strange but he doesn't object because it involves le touchy touchy and he ends up distracting you with something else...(you remember the measurements though! But barely)

He loves it even more because thinking about the effort you put into it makes him realize how much you love and care for him. He loves you even more if it's possible.

Giving this man a few Damask roses because he's beautiful just like this flower. (Enjoy his reaction because he WILL blush even if he turns away that handsome face will be as red as the roses. To say nothing of activities later on in the evening...expect petals on the bed...)

Making delicious food for him because he deserves good food everyday but especially on his birthday. - baking bread that's fluffy on the inside and lightly crispy on the outside, making this man some Mshabak a traditional Syrian dessert and drizzling it in honey, getting him honey dipped dates if you ask him, he'll deny it, but he LOVES them, fruits such as grapes, Jaffa oranges, and many other fruits.

Making him Anise and Thyme tea because both are tasty and with that Thyme she's trying to keep him healthy on the inside too seeing as he's already VERY healthy on the outside...

GET THIS MAN SOME CHOCOLATE DIPPED ORANGES JUST - TRUST ME

A massage with jasmine oil and a bath with you if he wants it. While she works the kinks and stiffness out of his muscles, he lays back against her trying not to make any noises until she reaches a certain spot, and he lets out a low groan. The massage completely relaxes him, and puts him in the mood to do something else... And if she takes a bath with him? Altair, plus the one he loves exposing lots of skin? Equals very steamy encounter... (Who am I kidding he's still very drawn to her even with clothes on, this man is a corner smoocher! He pulls her away into corners and gives surprise kisses)

Getting this man ANOTHER knife lol but this one is special. With a specially carved hilt, that has something sweet in Arabic, expressing her love for him. He stares at it for a few moments before pulling her to him and thanking her softly in Arabic, overcome with emotion that someone would do something so nice for him.

Herbs for him to carry if he gets injured to stop bleeding and cut pain. Goldenseal Root Powder - to soak up blood and promote clotting. Yarrow - which constricts blood vessels and reduce bleeding, able to be applied directly as a poultice. Shepherd's Purse - with similar properties of yarrow and it's able to be directly applied to wounds.

Journals for him to write about anything he wants whether it be his travels, day to day life, or knowledge he's acquiring about the Apple. (If you ever get nosey when he's not around and read his journal filled with excerpts from his day-to-day life? get ready to cry because some of the SWEET things that this man writes about his love is breath takingly romantic. Altair as a poet/man who better expresses his love through written words just seems right to me)

Lots and lots of kisses on his sweet.assassin.face because he deserves all the kisses and him just standing or sitting there and taking it. (I thoroughly believe that the man is touch starved)

Repairing and deep cleaning his robes bc they NEED IT. This sweet man gets bloody. But when you're done? They look brand new and pristine, which surprises him, but he appreciates because he could never quite get that one blood splotch out. AND they smell good too?! She better stop being so good to him and working her womanly magic on him, or he's going to have to marry her.

Giving him a little something extra underneath the stars when the day has ended...and then him keeping you up all night until the early hours of the morning.

Imagine: Revelations Ezio falling in love with a young scholar & apprentice of Da Vinci - Part 2

The next time they meet her hair has flecks of paint in it and her apron has blood on it. She's in the market buying medical supplies and although Ezio is nervous (The man is nervous! It's been a while since he's been around such an interesting woman, okay?) he carefully approaches her. He watches her at first taking in how beautiful he finds her. The paint in her long curly hair (he legit blushes when she asks him to help her pull some of the flecks out. Her hair was even softer than he had imagined)

He feels his heart JUMP in his chest when she speaks some Italian. He is so happy to hear his mother tongue in Turkey (bc as we know the man's Turkish is absurd - he said it not me, okay?) But also, because she sounds so beautiful when speaks it - even if she does laugh and apologize for how awful she thinks she sounds. He only finds her modesty even more attractive.

She's with them when Yusuf trolls Ezio about the bombs. Yusuf gets smacked and Ezio gets a kick out of her sassiness before she explains that they will in fact NOT explode if Ezio touches them but that he should be careful. Cue the Turkish assassin rubbing the back of his head and sticking his tongue out at Ezio as the elder assassin smirks at him and begins to examine the bombs.

Giving a serious yet very invigorated talk about how the bombs work, how they're made, how to safely use them and to IGNORE everything Yusuf says about them, how funny it is when it sends guards and Templars scrambling away like scared geese... Needless to say, her enthusiasm and little mischievous streak amuses and attracts him to her even more (bc as we ALLLL know Ezio was quite mischievous himself when he was younger...)

Lots of smirking and chuckling when she scolds him about losing Leo’s blades (he can't help it she's so cute when she's cross with him). But it's when her back is turned lol. He pretends to pout because of her scoldings but he secretly loves every second of it. He to put it mildly flirts his assassin ass off looll. He just can't help himself.

Will be on the brink of asking her to marry him when he sees her put some disrespectful assassins in their places. If they don't get the message with a verbal lashing (he LOVES how witty she is) they'll certainly get the message when she takes her shoe off haha. He burst out laughing the first time he saw a small shoe fly from nowhere across the room and smack one of the Novices in the face (he had to lean against the wall to catch his breath bc he couldn't stop laughing - it just got worse when she demanded that the Novice bring her shoe back and he DID)

He loves watching her work her magic in both medicine and art. She's so gentle and caring that it melts his heart, and when he witnesses her take care of a little girl that fell and scraped her knee? How she comforted the child and fixed her up? He's mentally screaming at how precious she is with children.

God help anyone who calls him old in her presence bc the one-time Ezio was insulted in front of her, before he could even get a word out the person got taken out by a flying chair. Ezio ADORES how she's tiny but mighty and how she can go from the smiling scholar to the mad as caligula assassin annihilator in less than five seconds. She does not take people's crap, and he finds that VERY attractive.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 20 - “I belong to Eivor Wolf-Kissed” || male!Eivor x fem!reader

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Summary: The pleasure of using you is something Eivor can't wait to experience.

Warnings: smut without plot (unprotected)

Word count: ~ 1180

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Dirty Talk

During the ride home after the huge feast Sigurd threw, you giggled and rubbed slowly on Eivor's thigh from behind as you nuzzled his back, sitting behind him on his horse.

As Eivor helped you off the horse and embraced you with his strong arm, leading you to his room in the great hall, he leaned over for a kiss, hungry for you like you were for him. The building was empty at this time of night since everyone was still celebrating and having fun by the mead with Sigurd, giving Eivor time to push you against a wall and raise your skirt.

While checking to ensure no one was around, Eivor unzipped his pants enough to pop his hard cock on out and slide your panties to the side. He jerked himself a few times, looking hard into your eyes. “You like it, Y/N? You want to feel my cock in your little pussy, don’t you?”

The lips of your pussy slipped over his tip in response, making both of you shiver. “Yes, Eivor,” you whispered, licking your lips. “I want you to possess me in every way possible.”

Eivor grunted as the tip of his shaft pushed past your warm lips, directly into your wet pussy. Sighing as he sank deep enough, he started setting a pace as his hands rested on your waist. One hand was shaking as he read your body, while the other pressed over his. He didn't try to stop the slapping; Eivor felt himself thrust faster, the noise getting a little louder in the hall, but he couldn't stop it. You bounced as if you wanted to ride him like a horse and yearned to be buried in his mattress.

With enough reserve, Eivor slipped out of you, putting his cock back into his pants and pulling your skirt down, so he could lead the way into his chamber. “I want to fuck you in my bed. You’re such a little horny cunt, aren’t you?”

“I’m all your, Eivor,” you jumped on him inside, taking off your coat, easily wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck and shoulders. Biting your lip, you bounced once again on his hidden cock, throbbing in wait to finally possess you; your feet touched the ground as your hand laced with his, leading him to bed. Grabbing your skirt waist, Eivor made sure you were close again, unclasping it until it spilled onto the ground. In panties still to the side, he saw how you dripped down your thighs and he reached to taste; sucking his fingers clean, he smirked at the blush covering your cheeks.

Eivor undid his pants and stroked himself. He watched as you shifted your panties off, exposing those legs nice and wide, your juices still dripping; Eivor watched as you licked your fingertips and slowly started circling your clit. Both of your breaths labored bit by bit, anxious to see who would be first to savour the other's sugared gloss.

A mischievous grin adorned Eivor's lips as he teased, "You seem ready for dessert, my little slut, craving my cock in your tight cunt."

At first, you nodded without saying anything, until you heard a breathy moan from him as he jerked himself for you. "I'm more than ready, Eivor, I need your hard dick inside of me," you barely whispered, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide for him to watch.

While imagining himself inside you, Eivor stood between your legs, the heat from your pussy making him bite his lip. "You have such a pretty pussy, little one," he praised. "One of the prettiest cunts I have ever seen." As Eivor smiled at you, he touched your wetness and guided your hand to touch his hard cock. Finding a rhythm, you both were able to get as close as possible for a kiss without moving faster. "Are you missing the feeling of me stretching your little pussy out? Oh yes, you are so famished for my cock, aren't you?"

As you both became more comfortable, you shook at the feeling of him, his body doing the same. 

You let out a pleasured groan as his fingers slipped inside of you. Inching him until he was lined up with your entrance again, your hand tightened around his throbbing cock as you rolled your head back at the feeling of his fingers fucking you slowly, making you even wetter.

“You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you, Y/N?” He asked softly, lips parted. “Such a naught girl, a slut for my dripping cock.” Taking his hand away from your wet hole, Eivor heard a whimper of disappointment leaving your lips, though that turned into a whimper of lust as he pushed his tip deep and could feel you clench immediately around his shaft.

As Eivor held you in place, you wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders, and your legs squeezed his waist. When he threw himself back onto the bed, you took advantage of the situation and pushed him down in order to remain on top. Within seconds, your hands were on his chest, and you rode him hard without a moment's hesitation.

By gripping your hips so tightly, he forced you down, making your pussy swallow his member fully.

"That's it, baby. Give in," he panted, urging you on.

"Fuck… Fill me, Eivor, I need your seed filling my womb," you moaned. Those words came out without a second thought.

Faster you went, the tighter you felt. As Eivor steadied you, your insides gripped tightly onto his cock.

Holding you close, he sat up as you caught your breath; your foreheads touched softly, your hearts pounding. When Eivor leaned in for another kiss, your tongues met and slipped past to explore the other's mouth as your fingers held his bearded face, brushing through his loosened hair as your breathing got heavier.

Eivor flipped you over so you lay on your back, legs tightly around his hips as he thrust into you faster and harder than before. "That's it, dirty cunt," he whispered into your ear after kissing your neck. "Like me fucking your cunt like that, huh? Treating you like a whore, using you as I please?"

“Mark me,” you begged Eivor, rocking your hips back and forth in response to his thrusts. "Make me fucking yours, I want everyone to know I belong to Eivor Wolf-Kissed,” you pleaded dearly.

With Eivor coming inside you, your bodies started clapping louder as all his pent-up energy finally spilled out. His lips trembled as he whispered, pushing a few more times to spread all of his semen within you, "Oh, dear Odin, your cunt feels divine."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your voice muttering that you felt how hot his cum was and that his cock twitched in a way that made you shiver. As you slid back together, your warm pussy still wrapped tight around his softening shaft, you cuddled in the middle of the bed.