Story Prompts

                                    

                                          


                          


                          
#1: 
                          
Arno Dorian One-Shot : Ma belle fleur
                          
               "Papa!"  You cried out, while you watched the locals drag your father to the guillotine. As much as you despised him, you couldn't bare to watch him being slaughtered. You grunted out in pain feeling the soldier's grip on your arm tighten, he pulled you closer to him, "La fleur pauvre, qui vous protégera après que votrepère soit allé ?" ' Poor flower, who will protect you after your father is gone? ' You grimaced before you stomped your foot down on his, he let go of you before cursing at you, you lunged for his sword, grabbing it in the process from him. "Je me protégerai ! ", You effectively slashed him across his chest before you ran towards the guillotine. You managed to mow down a few of the guards, surprisingly considering that you were stuck in this cursed dress. 
                          
         However, for a moment, time slowed down once you noticed more guards swarming around you. Your eyes wandered around frantically to find an exit but before you could make chase, you felt a gloved hand grip your form arm and finally pull you through the crowd. The two of you began running, having to constantly dodge the flying bullets and the gaining guards behind you. 
                          
[A/N:] If you any of the prompts as an one-shot, request it down below in the comments.
                          


                          
#2:
                          
Ratonhnhaké:ton / Connor Kenway One-Shot : Remember me, Ratonhnhaké:ton

                          
            "Connor..." You whispered while shaking him, he groaned softly before stirring in sleep. A soft snore escaping his lips. You sighed and rolled back over onto your back. You swung your legs around the bed side before you quietly stepped out of bed. You mentally cursed yourself hearing the floor boards creaking under your feet. You looked back at Connor, thanking God that he was still asleep. 
                          
'Good thing he just came home from a long mission. If it weren't for that he would've for sure brought me back into bed with him.'
                          
           You shivered as the cold winter air intruded the room, Connor's warmth no longer protecting you from it's harsh wrath. You sighed as you quickly threw on your snow boots and  changed into your white and gray assassin robes. You gnawed on your bottom lip before placing a hand on your slightly swollen stomach. Soft eyes staring down on it, "I'm doing this for him." You said softly to yourself, before you took a piece a paper that you scrawled a few paragraphs onto explaining to Connor why you left. While continually gnawing on your bottom lip before you stepped out of your shared room. You pulled your hood over your head before you swiftly made your way down the stairs and out of the house into the cold blaring blizzard outside. 
                          


                          
#3:
                          
Shay Cormac: [Modern AU] A Chuisle Mo Chroí "Pulse of my Heart"
                          
                You were hanging out with  your close friend, Shay , he was finally back in town and both or your schedules were clear. He didn't have to go to his mysterious business that he didn't allow for you to know about. Whenever it came around for him to talk about it, he would excuse himself, or either dismiss the whole thing. 
                          
       "[Your Name]." You turned your head to him as you felt his hand on yours. You tilted your head in a questioning manner. The two of you were currently at your home, sitting down on the couch, watching reruns of your favorite shows. "You know that I love you right..."
                          
              You smiled and chuckled before nodding your head, "Yes, Shay, you tell me this all of the time, I love you too. You're one of the loyal friends I could ever ask for." You said before turning back to the TV. He sighed before cupping your checks in his large calloused hands. Your [Eye Color] eyes staring into his before he took in a breath of air, and pressed his lips to yours. You pressed your lips to his as well while you placed your hands on his neck. After a few moments, you and Shay pulled away from each other, breathless... 
                          
"Shay..."
                          
"Sh, a chuisle mo chroí...~ let's just enjoy our time together, okay..." 
                          


                          


                          
#4:
                          
Nikolai Orelov: Don't you turn your back to me.

                          


                          
"Nikolai!" You hissed out in a soft voice, trying to keep your voice down in order to not alert any guards around you. You heard him let out a grunt as he continued to ignore your very existence. You growled before you hurried in front of him and set yourself in his path. Since he was taller than you, he glared down at you, "Move." His rough accented voice commanded you. You rolled your eyes before shaking your head, "I am your partner on this one, Nikolai. No matter you like it or not. So don't you dare turn your back to me again and listen to what the hell I have to say."
                          


                          


                          
[A/N:] EHHH, I'M OUT OF IDEAS FOR THESE! Anyway, if you want a one-shot, just comment below and request. Have a good day, assassins!