Yes, here I am with another self insert fic. Did this for the lovely winter event, hosted by @snowyselfship. I used their prompt, Snow, so this will be about Arno and I enjoying the winter weather ●ᴥ●
Synopsis: There is suddenly snow that must of fallen that night, Arno and I decide to celebrate this glorious winter weather.
Rating: SFW
Pairing: Arno x Me (self insert)
Word Count: 1284
“Taylor, wake up, il neige,” Arno whispered into my ear and placing a kiss upon my cheek. The rush of excitement woke me and immediately sat myself up. “Wait, really?,” I jabbered loudly. Arno, who appeared to be surprised from my reaction, added, “Well that’s one way to wake up.” I jumped out of my covers and ran to my wardrobe, quickly grabbing a shirt, breeches, and a waistcoat. “Slow down, Tay,” Arno told. “I can’t, I’ve never seen snow before!,” I announce from across the room.
I quickly started getting dress in the middle of the room, knowing Arno wouldn’t care. Arno handed me my boots and we made our way to the door. “You might need this,” Arno added handing me a jacket. I held my Arms out as he put the jacket on for me. Arno opened the door for me and I saw a glistening winter wonderland. Stood there in the snow, not knowing what to do next before glancing Arno a slyful expression.
“You’re going to sing, aren’t you?,” Arno questioned. Still giving him that sly expression, I began singing, “What’s this, What’s this, there’s white things in the air!” Before I could finish, I felt a something cold and wet hit my back. I turned to see Arno crafting a snowball in his hands, then throwing it at my leg. He began to laugh while I started to attempt to make one myself. However, I realized making snowballs was much harder than I thought. Arno walked over to me and put his hands over mine, that was holding my poorly made snowball.
“Here, let me show you,” Arno uttered, “you’re pressing too hard.” He began to show how to make the perfect snowball. “Merci, Arno,” I uttered back to him and backed up from him. Arno admires me from the short distance before I throw the snowball at him and take cover behind a tree. “Two can play at that game,” he surmised and made another snowball. I kept throwing snowballs one after another and then realized, that Arno wasn’t standing where he was before. I felt a snowball fall upon my head and I look up to see Arno jump down from the tree. He throws many snowballs at me before I fall backwards into the snow.
Arno laughed as he walked over to me. “Okay, okay you win, Arno,” I laughed as I reach for Arno’s hand to help me up. Once I stood up, I realized I lost my glasses in the process, making everything around me a bit blurry. “Don’t worry, chèri, I’ll find them,” Arno added. He clearly used eagle vision to find my glasses so quickly. Before returning my glasses, he cleaned them up with a part of his shirt that was sticking out from under his waistcoat. He turned them around and placed them on my face. “Thanks,” I answered.
I jester to Arno, “Do you wanna build a…,” before I concluded a sentence, “Absolutely not,” Arno comments. “Just kidding, we can build a snowman,” Arno jokes. I smiled at him and started to find the perfect sticks for our snowman while Arno started building his body. I ran back inside quickly to grab a decent sized carrot for his nose. When I came back out, I see Arno finished the snowman’s body. I started the stick the sticks into it along with the carrot. Arno pulled some buttons out of his pocket and placed them on the snowman for his eyes and mouth. “Figured we’d build one today, so I prepared,” Arno added.
“I feel like we’re missing something,” I noted. Arno unties his cravat from around his neck and wraps it arounds the snowman’s neck. “There,” he states and wraps his arm around my shoulder. “Are you worried about it getting dirty?,” I ask. “No because I can clean it and there are many more where that came from,” Arno confirmed. My stomach started growling and I peer up at Arno as he beams down at me. “We can make soup together for lunch? It’ll warm us up,” he ask. “That sounds nice,” I reply. He picks me up and carries me into the Café Theater and turns down the hall into the kitchen.
He placed me down and we start to wash our hands. I reach for a large pot, fill it with water and start the fire on the stove. Arno was cutting carrots and potatoes before he yelped in pain. “Did you cut yourself, love?,” I questioned. “Oui mademoiselle, I’ll be fine,” he affirmed. “Cutaway from yourself, not towards,” I recommended. Arno stepped away from the counter to clean up his cut. I reach for the cut up ingredients and place them into the boiling pot.
Arno returns to my side when I add, “this is most likely to take a while. What you’d suppose we’d do while we wait?” Arno only focuses his attention at me and my face lights up. I hold out my hand, prompting him to dance with me. Arno takes my hand and leads me towards a more open area, right in front of the stairs and the front door. I place my right hand on his waist while the other in his hand. “We can’t dance without something to dance to, chèri,” he proposed. Knowing there wasn’t any music being played in the Café today, since it was closed, I began making my own music. “Tale as old as time,” I began to vocalize softly, “true as it can be.” We started out dancing lighty before I reached the chorus, when we started speeding up the pace. He span me in a circle and dipped me, then slowing down again. When I finished my song, I nearly forgot about the soup boiling in the kitchen.
Arno and I let go of each other and headed back to the kitchen. Luckily, the soup was just right. I grabbed the soup spoon and took a slight sip of it, “C’est parfait,” I whispered. Arno reached into the cabinet and set down two bowls with spoons. Pouring the hot soup in the bowls, the steam and it’s delectable scent filled our senses to delight. Arno decided he’d carry the soup while I carried our beverages up stairs to our room. I used my elbow to open the door for him and sat the beverages on large round table beside the doorway leading to the garden. Arno placed the warm, liquid filled dishes on the table and pulled out my chair. “Merci, mon chère,” I added. We began to dig in to our lunch like we haven’t eaten in days. All the running outside and dancing made us tired and hungry. Once we finished, Arno took our dirtied up dishes back down to the kitchen.
While I stayed in the room, I exchanged my long sleeve shirt and waist coat for clothes that were warm and more comfortable. Arno returned to the room to see me curled up in his chair with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. “Comfy, chèri?,” he appealed. He saw me begin the yawn and over my mouth. When I finished my yawning, Arno swooped me up and placed me in the bed where he began to cover me up. Arno laid down beside me and caresses my cheek. I am laying there yearning for more of his soothing touch. I open up my blankets in hopes of him crawling in beside me. My wishes were met when he slid under the blankets and nuzzled my neck with his arm around me. The feeling of the soft blankets and the delight of Arno has brought me, made me feel hypnotic, resulting in me dreaming of my handsome Arno.
Day two of Hope’s Winter Festival. I actually really liked this one.
Rating: sfw
Pairing: Arno x me (self insert)
Word Count: 498
This morning, Arno suggested we’d take a walk around Paris since the weather was nice. I grabbed my coat, that was paired with the rest of my assassin robes and began by the front door for Arno. Little did I realize that he was behind me the whole time I walked to door. I guess that’s what happens when you get into a relationship with a stealthy assassin. He was in his master assassin robes, as usual.
He held open the door for me and closed it behind him. I felt his hand touch my elbow and trail down my arm to my hand, making his fingers intertwined with mine. “Don’t want you getting lost,” he joked. I couldn’t help to laugh myself, enough though he knows I tackle the city on my own. We leave the Café Theater and cross over the bridge leading to the Cité district. The sound of music started to fill my ears and Notre Dame was letting us know that it was noon with her large bells ringing.
My teeth chattering and shivering interrupted the beautiful sounds of Paris. Arno halted us and questioned, “Are you alright, ma chèri?” I nod to him still showing signs of being cold. The only part of my body that is even close to warm was my hand, still intertwined with Arno’s. “You look cute when you’re cold,” Arno gushed. “I’m about to get really cute then,” I added. Arno laughed before asking, “I want to show you something.” He began to walk faster and took a sharp right turn.
He started to slow down and halted in front of a pillar. This had to be one of the few places in Paris that didn’t have many people, hardly any at all. “What are we doing at Sainte-Chapelle?,” I questioned. “Like I said, I wanted to show you something,” he added. Arno let go of my hand and started to climb the pillar to the balcony connected to it. I followed him into a large room that was brightly lit and my eyes widened in awe. It was now that I realized the large room was warm and my shivering had stopped. Arno stopped walking and stood in the middle of the room, looking at my with a blushful smile.
“Why does no one come in here? It’s to beautiful to resist,” I disclosed, thinking Arno wasn’t going to hear me. Arno pulled me and laid one arm at my waist while the other met with the side of my arm. “Sometimes, true beauty is hidden and it takes someone special to find it,” he whispered. He proceeded to make eye contact with me while I stated, “Are you referring to…” Arno gratified me by pressing his lips to mine while moving his hand into my hair. His lips departed with mine and radiates his brown eyes to my grey blue ones. “Yes, I was referring to us,” he whispers before pulling me into another kiss.
This is day one of Hope’s Winder Festival, a self insert challenge for the month of December. I hope to write one drabble for each day or every other day. I might skip around a bit with it but I’m going to have fun with this.
Rating: sfw
Word count: 477
Pairing: Arno x me (self insert)
I start to awake with the feel on kisses on my cheek while I’m still covered from neck to toe in my duvet. My eyes open and to see it was Arno that pressed those soft, sweet pecks on my cheek. “Wake up, ma chèri. I’ve got something for you”, he uttered. Part of me wanted to see what he was talking about but the other half said go back to sleep.
Arno saw me not moving out of bed and he declared, “Alright, you’ve left me no choice.” I felt him lean over me and unwrap the duvet that kept me warm. I was taken from the comfort of our bed to the comfort of Arno’s arms. He carried me all the way to the living room where he sat me down. “Arno, what is this all about?”, I pondered. “Shhh, I’ve made you breakfast.”, he whispered as he pressed a kiss to my cheek.
I curl up in a blanket that was neatly folded beside me. I start to get goose bumps from the feel of the cool draft. Arno walked into the kitchen and grabbed a tray and returned to me in the living room. He placed the tray of food on the table in front of me. “Pancakes, your favorite.”, he implored. I started to eat my breakfast and I felt Arno’s fingers trace a small pattern on my back. His small touches almost make me shiver.
Once I finished, Arno returned the tray to the kitchen and returned with a box with a neatly wrapped bow on top. He sat beside me and handed me the present, or what it seemed to be. “For you, my love.”, he extolled with the corners of his mouth risen. I didn’t want to take my eyes of his smiling face, for I can’t get enough of it. I began to untie the ribbon on the box and lift the lid off. Pull the neatly folded gift out of the box and unfold it. I unfold it and see it’s a sweater that states “So I’m stealing his” on the back. On the front it simply said “Mrs.” Arno pulled out another black sweater and pulled it over his head. His stated “I stole her heart” with a “Mr.” on the front.
“It will keep you warmer than that blanket,” he joked. I placed the blanket to the side and put on the new sweater. “I love it…and I love you”, I muttered then pressing my lips to his with my hands cupping his cheeks. He began to appeal, “I’m overjoyed.” He pulls me into his chest and we lay down on the couch. His arms hug me as I lay in between his legs in our new sweaters. The fire in the fireplace crackles as we end up falling asleep right there on the couch.
I just now realized that my icon was never posted. This was a gift from the @spookyselfship contest a while ago. The lovely @tarushipping drew it for me along with the other participants. I really do love this piece of me and Arno a lot and I can’t thank them enough!
Who wears the ugly Christmas sweater? Arno does! Who puts up mistletoe in the house? I do because I can’t get enough of his kisses. Who gets pumped about decorating the Christmas tree? I do! Who goes to Starbucks for the holiday drinks whenever they can? 100% me but Arno likes to tag along. Do either of you insist on chugging eggnog? I’m not big on drinking but Arno doesn’t mind. Who bakes the Christmas cookies? I do and I make them with love ♡ Who bugs them about licking the spoon? Arno isn’t big on it but he still does it from time to time. Who is constantly praying for snow? Me since I’ve never seen it. Who hates the cold? Me again since I’m always cold. Do you two argue over decorations? No not really he just likes to insist that I really love lights. Who is in charge of making/buying and sending the Christmas cookies? I usually am but Arno likes to help and plus he has good handwriting lol.
This is my first self insert fic and I am really happy that I gained confidence to do it. Mainly wrote this for a contest on @spookyselfship and also because I wanted to write something self ship related.
Synopsis: Arno and I come across a stranger gave us strange purple liquid and someone thought it was a good idea to drink the liquid...
Rating: SFW
Word Count: 1,050
I held the small bottle containing the unknown purple liquid between my fingers and gazed at it.
“We can't let this fall into the wrong hands.”
Arno gently took it into his hand and lifted it upwards and gave it a wee shake.
“It's probably harmless,” he proposed.
“We should be heading back to Café,” I advised.
“Right.”
The cool breeze left goose bumps on my skin, even with a coat on. Making our way through the door of the Café, it seemed to have been closed for a while now. Arno reached for his pocket watch in his robe and clicked it open.
He peered down at me as he uttered, “we should be making our way to the room.”
Before we made our way up the substantial stairs, Arno who yet again peer down at me, asked for my hand with the corners of his mouth rising. Without hesitation, I took his hand and made our way up the Café’s stairs. He opened the door to our room and went to his desk, letting go of my hand. I realized that I was caught up in Arno’s company that I've forgotten where the strange liquid was placed.
I gasped,“Where's the liquid?”
“Relax ma cherie, it's here in my pocket,” as he laughed and pulled it out of his coat pocket. I felt the weight lift of my shoulders and began to change out of my assassin robes and into something more comfortable.
I heard a quick pop of maybe a bottle or some sort. I froze and turned to see Arno drink the purple liquid with the cork still in his left hand.
I closed my eyes in disbelief and dictated, “I know you didn't just drink that to its entirety, Arno Dorian.”
He stared at me seeing that my eyes were now open and not to impressed with him.
“I said we shouldn't let this fall into the wrong hands, I didn't think that meant you,” I ranted.
Arno placed the cork back onto the bottle and put it in the far right drawer of his desk.
“Tu voit, nothing is happening,” he quoted.
I gave him a quick conceded reply, “Perhaps you're right, I'm sorry I got a bit mad at you.”
“You're kind of cute when you're mad, Tay, with you being much smaller than me,” he jested.
“You are lucky that I didn't get really adorable then,” I cajoled.
Arno began to undress out of his blue robes and many waist coats. While he undressed into something more appropriate, I was already waiting for him to wrap his arms around him. Arno left his boots by the foot of the bed and wrapped his right arm around my waist, allowing me to be the smaller spoon.
“J’taime,” I whispered.
“J’taime aussi mon amour.”
Arno knew I was already tired so he didn't say much more before I fell asleep.
I was woken by the sound of a beam braking. Before I did anything, I reached for my glasses on the table beside our bed and unfolded them onto my face. I recognized that Arno isn't beside me and that there a claw marks near the ladder that leads to the attic. I only imagine the worse being that something supernatural took my Arno. My feet gently pressed against the wood floor and I reached for a candle and lit it with a nearby match. Before I began investigating, a broad, at least six foot tall, bipedal wolf jumped in front of me. I was expecting an attack or something but, no, it starred into my eyes. Those large yellow eyes said something that I didn't quite understand yet but, it wasn't an alarming feeling. Then I noticed a familiar looking ponytail tied off with a red hair ribbon. My eyes couldn't have deceived me but I cleaned my glasses’ lenses to be sure. This enormous beast couldn't be Arno, or at least I thought.
“Arno?,” I echoed. The werewolf whimpered to me, leaving me almost heartbroken knowing that it was him. Arno lowered down to my eye level and I was almost hesitant to place my hand on his furred face.
“You'll get through this,” I mumbled with a tear streaming down my cheek. I wiped the tear off my cheek with the tip of my finger and headed towards Arno’s desk. Arno followed me his desk while I began searching for books on lycanthropy. Being the researcher I am, I find some valuable information.
“Ah, here it is,” I mumble to myself. “Just need some Mountain Ash…”
In one whole hour, an antidote was brewed and ready to be served. About a half cup was put into glass and I handed it to Arno to drink. He was sitting on the floor with the antidote in his hand and he gazed at it and drank it rather eagerly, I won't blame him though. We stared at each other waiting in anticipation, hoping this would work. A minute passed and I saw how Arno began to twitch as he began to transform back to human form.
It didn't take long for the transformation to end. Arno peered down at himself to see that his shirt and breeches were torn up and he pressed his palm to his head.
“Ahh, mal a la tete,” he groaned.
I jabbered his name and placed myself beside him as I wrapped my arm around his.
“Are you alright?,” I proposed
“I'm fine, just a bit of a headache. That's all,” he replied. “But, what exactly happened? All I remember is waking up and now I'm on the floor with ripped breeches.”
“Well,” I added, “you kind of turned into a werewolf.”
“What?!,” he shouted.
I could only nod at him since there wasn't much more to explain.
“Just promise me something?,” I muttered, “Don't drink unknown substances again?”
He giggled before giving me a reply, “oui ma chérie.”
He stood up and put his arms around me to pick me up bridal style. Arno laid me on our bed and pressed his lips to my forehead and laid beside me. I was pushed closer to him as he ran his fingers through my hair.
He whispered into my ear, “Taylor, try to rest now, if you can.”
