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Story Idea: Assassin’s Creed - Sugar Baby AU (EzioAltDes)

I got the idea for a Sugar Baby AU about four days ago, and it has rotted my brain spectacularly since. Below is a quick summary of the AU, but under the cut will be the background information, the main trio's occupation and backstories, and the actual outline.

Since it's about ~5k words total, I'll be more or less dividing them into sections (just like my Ego Sum Qui Sum work) for each chapter/mini-arc of the AU.

Feel free to use this idea and/or outline!

WARNING: This AU includes mentions of child death (Federico & Petruccio) and child abuse (implied with Altaïr, explicitly stated for Desmond). While not graphic, these themes are present. Additionally, IX. The Ultimate Test features Ezio struggling with his mental health. Please skip or click off if any of this makes you uncomfortable.

Summary:

Ezio Auditore is broke, exhausted, and entirely too stubborn for his own good. Between law school, commissions, and barely making ends meet, he doesn’t have time for handouts—especially not from two annoyingly rich bastards who think they can sweep in and take care of him.

Altaïr and Desmond, unfortunately, have other plans.

Ezio resists. He really does. But then it’s their coffee in his hands, their jacket around his shoulders, their apartment he keeps finding himself in. One day, he wakes up and realizes he hasn’t paid for a single meal in weeks. He should be horrified.

Instead, he just feels warm.

Or: Ezio tries to resist being spoiled. He fails spectacularly.

AU INFORMATION

If you end up using this, feel free to change the title, but I've been calling it "Spoiled Sweetly (to my blissful doom)"

Modern AU (No Assassins, Templars, or Isu/First Civ).

Altaïr and Desmond are already in an established relationship by the start of the story.

This story is meant to span from Ezio's sophomore year to the start of his junior year (2nd Year to 3rd Year of University).

For the sake of the AU, Bad Weather (the nightclub Desmond canonically tended to) is a luxury location where the rich and wealthy gather.

I placed a timeskip between parts IX and X!

BACKGROUNDS

Ezio's Background

Law student, 2nd-year/sophomore, barely scraping by.

To make ends meet, he takes on odd jobs and art commissions, inspired by how he painted targets in canon.

The Auditores aren't exactly wealthy, but they get by.

However, when Ezio was young, a violent incident (break-in? mass murder?) took the lives of his father and brothers, leaving his mother in shock.

With no financial stability, debt collectors, loan sharks, and all kinds of opportunists swarmed them.

Maria, who was a housewife, had no means to fight back, and Ezio and Claudia were too young to do anything. They lost everything.

Maria fell ill from grief, and Claudia followed soon after.

Ezio tried his best to take care of them—worked odd jobs, bargained, and more,

But it wasn't enough, and he was all alone.

He was placed in the foster system, bouncing between orphanages and bad homes until around 16.

He fought tooth and nail for an early emancipation, managing to also get lucky enough to get a university scholarship early, even with the sub-par orphanage-provided schooling.

After managing to save up and get his own apartment, he worked odd jobs with terrible pay and dealt with awful commission clients just to afford rent and groceries.

Altaïr's Background

Runs a VIP security service that caters to high-profile clients, former military, and the elite.

People find his personality generally unappealing or difficult to deal with, but he's in high demand because he's just that good at his job.

He was born into what was essentially a cult that worshipped god-like figures (inspired by the Isu/First Civ, though they don't exist here.)

The cult's leader, Rashid, took him under his wing after his father died.

He was raised under strict, militant discipline—trained from childhood to be ruthless, efficient, and detached, resulting in a variety of scars—including one on his lip.

At 13, he met Desmond Miles, a runaway escaping his father, William Miles.

In usual Desmond fashion, he challenged everything Altaïr had been taught, managing to shift his perspective on the world.

Somewhere along the lines, he ended up leaving the cult with Desmond.

Altaïr ended up landing a job as a bouncer at a bar where he gained a reputation for being brutally effective.

His skills eventually caught the attention of legitimate security services, leading to a job offer in private security.

Over time, he saved enough money and built enough connections to start his own security company.

He and Desmond had spent years making allies on the streets who desperately needed jobs, and so those were his first hires.

Desmond's Background

Highly successful bartender serving celebrity clients and high-profile figures with information dealing as a side job.

Extremely charismatic with a wide social network—a keeper of secrets too. People talk when they drink, and Desmond makes sure to note things down for later use.

Born into a private military family with high expectations—his family has a long line of sergeants.

As the only son of William Miles, a high-ranking officer, he was pushed to his limits from a young age.

He was trained relentlessly, sparred constantly, and lived under strict discipline.

At 13, a sparring match with a live blade went wrong, leaving him with a scar on his lips.

Deciding that was the final straw, he ran away, eventually crossing paths with Altaïr.

He landed a job as a waiter at a bar, the same one where Altaïr worked as a bouncer, and quickly worked his way up over the years, eventually becoming a bartender.

He steadily climbed the ranks, moving from small bars to high-end clubs—Altaïr always close behind, of course.

Eventually, get managed to get an exclusive event bartender gig, leading to more elite events and connections with the wealthy and the powerful.

As a bartender, he hears a lot of confessions, knows things he legally shouldn't, so if someone needs information or a connection, Desmond is the go-to guy.

OUTLINE

I. Coffee & Coincidences

Desmond and Altaïr are on a rare, private date at a cafe.

Ezio, meanwhile, was rushing to class, having stayed up to finish an essay that was due the night before.

It’s actually Desmond who bumps into Ezio, though the coffee spills on Altaïr’s coat.

Ezio stares for a moment because that coffee had been a luxury—a little reward for himself after surviving back-to-back lectures and all-nighters to finish a commission.

- He had spent minutes justifying the expense in his head before ordering - He didn’t have a budget for another one. - But that was his problem, not theirs.

Ezio starts apologizing, offering to cover the dry cleaning even if he knows he’ll have to cut on his already meager grocery budget to afford it.

But Desmond is amused at the notion,

- “You gonna foot the bill for that, pretty boy?” - “I spilled it,” Ezio shot back, crossing his arms. “I’ll pay for it.” - “You sure? Because this coat isn’t exactly cheap.” - Ezio scowled, “What, you think I can’t afford it?” - Desmond grinned. “Oh, I know you can’t afford it.” - Ezio's eye twitched. - Altaïr sighed.

Introductions happen (reluctantly on Ezio’s part). Ezio doesn’t recognize them at all, though that’s not a surprise.

Desmond waves the incident off, and when Ezio tries to protest, Altaïr steps in and tells him to let it go,

- Ezio was suspicious. - But he was also late for class. - “Fine,” he muttered, grabbing his bag. “But this isn’t over.” - Desmond chuckled. “Looking forward to it, baby.” 

The pet name doesn’t register as Ezio rushes out.

Desmond is entertained, Altaïr is unimpressed, and Ezio has unknowingly marked himself as their newest obsession.

II. "Accidental" Encounters

Ezio never believed in fate—life had never really given him any reason to,

But when he started running to Altaïr and Desmond again—and again, and again—he should have been suspicious.

Instead, he mostly just felt annoyed,

- “You again?” - Desmond smirked. “You sound happy to see me.” - “Forgive me," Ezio scoffed. "I’ve had a long day.”

He runs into Desmond at a cafe after getting groceries,

- Desmond subtly prods questions at him, though he doesn’t realize. - "You get all your meals from here?"

Then Altaïr is at the library while he’s studying a case for his Criminal Law class.

Then, at a bookstore, while Ezio was struggling to justify buying a secondhand law textbook (that still cost way too much!).

Then at the university gym (Altaïr was apparently an expert at hand-to-hand combat and had an irritating way of critiquing Ezio’s form).

Then at a vendor’s stall (Desmond buys a meal and smugly offers to split, the bastard).

Ezio isn’t stupid. He notices the pattern,

- “Are you two following me?” He finally demanded after yet another ‘coincidental’ meeting at a bus stop - Desmond snorted. “That’s an interesting accusation.” - Altaïr, frustratingly enough, didn’t even blink. “Do you really think we have the time for that?”

Ezio hesitates because it's not like they had a reason to stalk some broke law student. But it's still weird as hell.

Desmond just laughs and says it's fate, Ezio counters by saying he doesn’t believe in it, and Altaïr just cryptically says maybe he should.

If Ezio had been paying attention, he might have noticed the way Desmond leaned in slightly.

Or how Altaïr’s smirk held something more than just amusement.

But he wasn’t…

Oh well.

III. The Soft Sell

It starts small.

Desmond started showing up to the cafe (suspiciously always at the same time Ezio did), getting to the cashier first and conveniently ordering one extra coffee,

- “Don’t be ridiculous,” Ezio scoffed the first time Desmond held it out to him. “I can pay for my own coffee.” - Desmond raised a brow, “Then pay me back later.” - Ezio narrowed his eyes, “I will.” - “Sure, pretty boy,” Desmond drawled, sipping his own drink with far too much amusement. - Ezio grumbled but took the coffee.

Next, it was Altaïr at lunch in the library,

- Ezio just stared at him. “You can’t be serious.” - “You don’t eat enough,” Altaïr said, utterly unconcerned. - Ezio scoffed. “I eat plenty.” Altaïr didn’t even look up from his book. “You eat whatever is cheapest and smallest.” - Ezio bristled. “That’s not—” - Altaïr finally met his gaze, sharp and knowing. - Ezio clenched his jaw. - “This is not charity,” Altaïr said simply, pushing the food closer. “Eat.”

Ezio barely recovers before the next ‘coincidence’ happens.

This time, Ezio’s walking home from university—it was getting late, which was dangerous considering where Ezio lived.

Then a sleek black car pulled up beside him, the window rolling down,

- Desmond, grinning far too smugly, leaned against the steering wheel. “Need a ride?” - Ezio exhaled sharply through his nose. “I am perfectly capable of walking.” - Altaïr flatly scanned the dark, empty streets. “Sure.” - Ezio crossed his arms. “I don’t need saving.” - Desmond smirked. “Who said we were saving you?”

And it keeps on happening, over and over.

The thing is, Altaïr and Desmond never pushed or forced anything. They just… became a constant. A presence that became normal.

Ezio should have resisted harder, really, but every time he moved to argue, they would argue, deflect, or just plain ignore his protests,

- A well-timed reminder that he wasn’t eating enough. - A teasing remark to make it feel less like charity. - A casual offer for something he hadn’t even realized he’d need.

Yeah, Ezio was losing this metaphorical war.

IV. Desmond Plays the Long Game

Ezio had always been stubborn—it was both a blessing and a curse because it kept him going when most would have folded, but also made him terrible at accepting help.

He had a habit of brushing off kindness, of turning down offers even when he clearly needed them.

Desmond found it infuriatingly endearing.

So he did what he did best—he observed, learned, and most importantly, he waited.

He started picking up on the little things,

- The way Ezio tapped his fingers against the table when he was lost in thought - The absent-minded way he ran his hand through his hair and tugged when he was frustrated - The quiet sighs he let out when he was too tired to keep his guard up

Most people wouldn’t notice, but Desmond did, so he started to intervene.

Desmond starts dragging Ezio into late-night walks, started by a casual text at odd hours,

- Desmond: You up? - Ezio: Unfortunately.

They never have a destination in mind, sometimes ending up at a 24-hour cafe, other times, they just walk.

Ezio talks about anything and everything during these, and Desmond, ever dutiful, listens.

He gets attached, naturally, because underneath the exhaustion, beneath the snark and stubborn pride, Ezio was brilliant.

One night, after yet another exhausting day, Desmond invites him over to the one he usually tends to—Bad Weather,

- Desmond: Come by Bad Weather. You need a drink. - Ezio: I can’t afford Bad Weather. - Desmond: I didn’t say you had to. - There was a long pause before Ezio finally caved.

Desmond didn’t think he’d show, but Ezio just rolls his eyes and accepts the drink Desmond poured for him without thinking.

The bar’s full of rich and powerful people, so Ezio feels a little out of place,

- Ezio glanced around the bar, brows furrowing slightly, “I feel like I should be wearing a suit just to be here.” - Desmond chuckled. “Please. Half of the people here inherited their money and have no idea how to spend it. You actually work for a living. That’s worth more than their net worth combined.” - “That’s a dangerous mindset for someone who makes money off of these people.” - “I don’t take their money. They give it to me.”

Then, Desmond prods about law school, causing Ezio to start ranting,

- “So, tell me. How’s law school treating you?” - Ezio groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Don’t even get me started.”

Desmond slides more drinks to Ezio as he talks. A few drinks in, and he was looser, his usual sharp edges softened.

Desmond keeps him talking about schoolwork, his workload, his art commissions.

He files every little detail away.

Then, casually—too casually, really—he asks,

- “What if you didn’t have to worry about money?"

Ezio laughs, thinking it's a joke,

- “What, are you offering to sponsor my education now?”

Desmond doesn’t correct him.

V. Altaïr Pushes Buttons

Altaïr, unlike Desmond, took the opposite approach.

He engaged Ezio in a battle of wits and endurance, a game neither of them would ever explicitly acknowledge but would play anyway.

And Altaïr, much to Ezio’s frustration, was really, really good at challenging him.

It starts subtly, with a few questions here and there,

- “Explain this case to me,” Altaïr said, arms crossed as he leaned back in his chair. - Ezio, naturally, rose to the occasion. “Which part?” - “All of it.”

Ezio would huff, but his eyes would spark as he picked the case apart piece by piece.

Altaïr would listen and absorb every detail, then poke holes into Ezio’s reasoning, questioning him and countering the logic.

Ezio thinks Altaïr’s just being difficult, but then he’d see the subtly curl of Altaïr’s lips when Ezio found a way to counter his arguments, something almost like approval flickering in his expression.

And Ezio thrived.

It becomes routine, the late-night debates over cases, philosophy, or even finer points of morally gray areas.

They argue for hours until he’s exhausted, slumped over a table but grinning,

- Altaïr, the smug bastard, always looked perfectly composed in contrast.

Somewhere in the mix, Altaïr starts pushing Ezio’s boundaries in other ways, too.

Sometimes, Altaïr would slip a casual Arabic phrase or word, and subconsciously, Ezio starts picking up on their meanings.

Ezio doesn’t realize he’d been absorbing it, just nodding along and responding until one day, when Desmond called him out,

- “Since when did you speak Arabic?” - Ezio blinked. “What?” - Desmond gestured lazily. “You just responded to Altaïr in Arabic. You even said it right.” - Ezio turned to Altaïr, eyes narrowing. “You planned this.” - Altaïr just looked at him, perfectly neutral. “Did I?”

Then there would be the meals, surprisingly enough.

A moment where Ezio forgets to eat—not intentionally, of course, but with everything going on, he just… forgot.

Then, suddenly, Altaïr places a plate of food in front of him,

- “I’m not hungry,” Ezio muttered, glancing back at his notes. - Altaïr didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just said, calmly, “Eat.” - Ezio scowled. “I said—” - But something in Altaïr’s tone made Ezio hesitate. - Altaïr simply watched him. Unmoving. Unyielding. - Ezio glared for a few more seconds. Then, with a quiet huff, he picked up the fork. - He ate.

VI. The Unravelling

With all that had been going on in the whirlwind of Ezio’s life, it made sense that he didn’t notice at first.

When Desmond paid for dinner, Ezio barely batted an eye now. Didn’t argue, didn’t reach for his wallet, didn’t even register the exchange until he was walking back home.

He brushed it off, told himself that it would just be this once.

But it happened again.

This time it was at the cafe he frequented—Ezio walked into the building where Desmond was already waiting, rubbing his temples after a brutal lecture, and Desmond just… slid a cup to him.

And Ezio automatically took it. Didn’t even realize until half of the cup was empty. Ezio opens his mouth, but Desmond beats him to it,

- “Don’t even start.” -Ezio narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t say anything.” -“You were going to.” - Ezio scoffed. “You don’t know that.” - Desmond raised a brow. - Ezio huffed. He took another sip, muttering under his breath. “Bastardo.” - Desmond just grinned. “Love you too.”

Then there was Altaïr.

Ezio hadn’t commuted anywhere by himself in weeks.

He just started expecting to see the familiar sleek, high-end car idling at the curb at the end of university.

One day, Ezio just reaches for the passenger door handle before even registering what he was doing.

It happens again while Ezio is studying.

Now, he expects Altaïr to have a snack or meal waiting for him every time he stops by the library.

Absentmindedly reaches out to the container before he even sits down because his stomach is growling.

But the breaking point happens on a cold night outside a restaurant.

All three had just finished dinner, Ezio halfway through a debate with Altaïr about some case study, while Desmond stepped away to handle the bill.

A cold wind rushes past, making Ezio shiver, then Altaïr shrugs off his coat—the same expensive one he had spilled coffee on when they met all those months ago—and drapes it over Ezio without a word.

Ezio barely reacted, only pulling the coat around himself tighter as he kept talking.

It wasn’t until they were halfway towards the car that it hit him—the already paid bill, the warm and heavy coat, the car waiting at the curb.

Oh.

- Ezio froze mid-step. - Desmond glanced over his shoulder, “You good?” - Ezio stared at the coat. Then at Desmond. Then at Altaïr. - “…I’m getting spoiled.” - Desmond smirked. “Finally noticed?” - Ezio opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked genuinely horrified. “No. No, no. I— I am not—” - Altaïr raised a brow. “You are.” - “I am not,” Ezio insisted. “This—this is just—you offered—” - Desmond snorted. “Uh-huh.” - Ezio turned to Altaïr, desperate. “Tell him he’s being ridiculous.” - Altaïr’s face was perfectly neutral. “He’s not.” - Ezio looked betrayed. “You—You are both ridiculous.”

Altaïr and Desmond exchange a knowing glance.

And that’s when Ezio realizes that they weren’t going to argue or fight him on this, not because he’s wrong but because—

- They were waiting. - Waiting for the inevitable. - Waiting for him to give in. - Waiting for him to realize there was no way out of this. - Ezio’s heart pounded. - He was losing.

VII. The Breaking Point

Ezio’s day had been shit.

It started with his exam results—he had worked hard, studied until his eyes burned, and poured hours into preparation.

But when the grades were posted, his score wasn’t what he expected.

It wasn’t a failure—not even close. In fact, he had done well,

But it wasn’t enough (not for his standards anyway).

Yet Ezio was still Ezio, so he clenched his jaw and decided not to think about it.

Then came the commission.

He had been counting on it—rent was due soon, and his budget was already spread thin,

But the client backed out with the excuse of finding another artist who could do it for cheaper, despite already agreeing to Ezio’s rate.

He swallowed down the frustration and sent a polite response, even though his hands ached to throw something,

And then, just to really twist the knife, his apartment’s heating broke.

The landlord? Useless. Maintenance? Busy. Earliest it could be repaired? Next week.

- Ezio sat on his bed, wrapped in his thin excuse for a blanket, and pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes. - Just for a second. - Just to breathe.

Then his phone buzzes, and as Ezio is staring blearily at the screen, he realizes it's Desmond,

Desmond: Dinner. No Arguments

Ezio hesitates, because he should say no. He should stay in, tough it out, and deal with it like he always did.

But he was cold, tired, and the thought of being in his freezing apartment all alone made something in his chest curl tight.

So he puts on a sweater and goes.

When he steps inside Bad Weather, it's the warmth that hits him first.

Not just the temperature, but the atmosphere—the low hum of conversation, the scent of food and liquor, the way Desmond looks up from behind the counter and immediately smiles,

- “Hey, gorgeous.” - Ezio scoffed, shaking off the cold. “Don’t start with me.” - Desmond just slid a plate across the counter. “Your usual.” - Ezio paused. Looked at the food. - Hot, fresh, and exactly what he would have ordered.

Ezio should argue. Insist on paying. But he’s too tired, too cold

So he sits and picks up the fork,

- “Altaïr’s here, by the way.” - Ezio barely had time to register that before a heavy warmth settled over his shoulders. - He stiffened and turned his head. - There Altaïr was, draping a thick, expensive-looking blanket around him like it was the most natural thing in the world. - Ezio blinked. “What—” - Altaïr said nothing, instead pressing the edges into place, making sure it was snug around him. - Ezio’s throat felt tight.

He wants to fight it. To push it off—to pretend

But he doesn’t. He just sinks into it, lets it happen.

Lets himself be taken care of.

VIII. Indulgence

Now that Ezio has finally caved, Altaïr and Desmond stop trying to be subtle at all.

Fancy clothes? Bought. Expensive sinners? Scheduled. “Random” gifts? Constant.

Ezio protests, of course, but it’s half-hearted at best now

One night, they catch him in a sweater Altaïr bought him and a watch Desmond picked out.

Another night, Ezio just steals Desmond’s drink and a piece of meat from Altaïr’s plate.

One minute he’s complaining about his old laptop—how the battery barely holds any charge, how the fan sounds like it’s dying, how he lost an entire legal brief because it crashed mid-save

Next thing he knows, he’s being dragged to some high-end electronics store by Altaïr and Desmond,

- “Guys,” Ezio protested, digging his heels in, “I don’t—” - Desmond just slung an arm around his shoulders like he was a particularly stubborn shopping cart. “Come on, baby, just look around.” - Ezio scowled. “I don’t need a new laptop.” - Altaïr, who was already heading to the premium section, didn’t even glance back. “Yes, you do.” - Ezio sputtered. “I already have a laptop!” - “You have a relic,” Desmond corrected. “That thing belongs in a museum.”

Before they can argue further, Altaïr just hands him a brand new laptop—top-of-the-line. Sleek. Expensive. The kind that costs more than three months’ worth of rent,

- “What the fuck.” - “Consider it an early graduation gift,” Altaïr said, tone utterly impassive. - Ezio was a sophomore. - He gripped the edges of the box like he was considering throwing the damn thing. “I hate you both.” - Desmond grinned, “Love you too, baby.” - Ezio groaned, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes. “You absolute bastards.” - Altaïr just sipped at his coffee.

Following that, they drag him to a designer boutique of all places.

Ezio, of course, takes one look at countless racks of stupidly expensive clothes and tries to turn around and leave immediately.

Desmond catches him by the back of his sweater,

“I am not doing this.” - Desmond just grinned, way too pleased with himself. “Pretty boy, you are doing this.” - “No.” - “Yes.” - “No.” - “Yes.” - Altaïr—who had been watching the exchange with all the patience of a saint—finally stepped in. “Ezio.” - Ezio gritted his teeth. He knew that tone. That specific tone meant ‘stop fighting and accept your fate.’ - Ezio narrowed his eyes. “You planned this.” - Desmond didn’t even have the decency to deny it. “Yeah, kinda.” - Ezio groaned. “I hate you both.”

He ends up with an armful of clothing anyway.

At some point, Desmond shoves a leather jacket into his hands, and it fits. It fits ridiculously well. Too well, even.

Because it made him feel like he belonged here, in a world of luxury and excess, with Desmond and Altaïr.

It made something in his chest twist,

- Desmond stepped closer, adjusting the collar and smoothing out the sleeves. His fingers lingered at Ezio’s wrists, his voice softer. “Just take the damn thing, baby.” - Ezio swallowed. - For once, he doesn’t argue.

IX. The Ultimate Test

Ezio doesn’t mean to push them away. Not really, but the thought, once it appeared, refused to leave his head.

But as he stares at his reflection, wearing new clothes and spotting the new laptop sitting on his bed, some unpleasant thoughts start to make themselves known.

A whisper at first, then a murmur, and now a constant, vicious snarl in his head.

- What the fuck are you doing, leeching off of two guys who are happily in a relationship? Clinging to them like you belong? - The thought was unbearable.

It’s stupid. He knows it’s stupid. But the thought won’t leave him alone.

They had each other before he even came into the picture. They would be fine without him. Have been fine without him.

So what the hell is he doing? Why is he letting them take care of him like some helpless pretty thing?

Ezio is just… there. Their charity case. Their idiot, stray law student that they’ve inexplicably decided to pamper, and for what? What does he bring to the table? What does he give them?

The answer is obvious.

Nothing.

So Ezio stops.

He decides, in the only way he knows how, that he’s going to prove to himself and them that he doesn’t need them. He digs in his heels and stubbornly refuses everything.

For the first three days, it isn't so bad.

Desmond swings by his apartment to pick him up for class. Ezio tells him he’s already on his way (A lie—he takes the subway and hates every second of it).

Altaïr hands him a coffee when they cross paths on the way to one of his odd jobs. Ezio shakes his head, feigning indifference. (The caffeine withdrawal headache kicks in two hours later.)

They try to buy him lunch, and he refuses.

They ask him about dinner, and he makes up some bullshit excuse.

Desmond and Altaïr watch him. They don’t push, but Ezio can feel their gazes, sharp and considering, like they’re waiting every time they just so happen to come across each other.

By the fourth day, Ezio is flagging.

The subway is miserable. The coffee withdrawal is worse. He’s eating the bare minimum—whatever he can scrounge from his apartment or afford on his own.

It’s familiar and lonely and stupid. So stupid.

But the thought of giving in—of crawling back with his tail between his legs—is unbearable.

By day five, he’s pushing through on sheer willpower alone.

He’s exhausted. His body aches. His assignments pile up. He doesn’t sleep because there’s too much to do, and the lack of proper food is starting to get to him.

But he can do this. He doesn’t need their money or their stupid fucking kindness. He doesn’t need—

He doesn’t mean to pull an all-nighter, but the legal brief he’s working on refuses to cooperate, and before he knows it, the sun is rising and he hasn’t slept at all.

He’s sluggish, thoughts slow, and the only thing keeping him upright is sheer force of will.

He goes to class running on fumes, doesn’t hear a single word of the lecture, and stumbles back to his apartment in a haze.

And then, somehow, Desmond is there,

- Ezio blinked, sluggish and barely comprehending as the door swung shut behind him. - Desmond is standing in the kitchen, completely at ease, a bag of takeout on the counter.

The smell of food hits him like a punch to the gut, stomach cramping angrily, all the while Desmond looks at him with knowing eyes,

- “Hey, baby.” Desmond’s voice is too soft. Too knowing. “Rough couple of days?” - Ezio stiffened, his grip on his bag tightening.  - Don’t fold. Don’t fold. - “I’m fine,” he rasped, pushing past him. “Don’t need—” - His stomach growls. Loudly. - Desmond snorts. “Yeah. Sure.”

Ezio’s vision blurs for a split second as he grits his teeth, exhaustion making his body sway, and then Desmond is there, steadying him and guiding him into a chair before he can protest,

- “Sit down,” Desmond murmured, nudging the takeout towards him. “Eat.” - Ezio swallowed. His throat felt tight. His hands clenched uselessly in his lap. - “I hate you,” he croaked out. - Desmond just smiled, brushing his knuckles against Ezio’s cheek. “I know. Eat, baby.” - Ezio picked up his fork with shaking hands and took a bite. - It’s over.

The first swallow nearly undoes him. The second makes his vision blur. The third—

Fuck.

Ezio makes a broken noise before shoving his sleeve against his eyes, before the tears can fully spill over.

But Desmond sees. Of course he does.

And suddenly there are arms wrapping around him, pulling him close, his head tucked against a broad chest, and—

- “Shh, sweetheart,” Desmond murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” - Ezio gripped the front of his hoodie with shaking hands, unable to stop the way his body folds in.  - He doesn’t sob, not quite, but the tears don’t stop, and when a second pair of arms wrap around him from behind, Ezio makes a choked sound - Altaïr’s voice is quiet, firm. “Enough of this, Ezio.” - Ezio swallowed against the lump in his throat. “I just—” - “You are not a burden,” Altaïr cuts him off. “You are not an inconvenience.” - Desmond tightened his hold. “You’re ours.”

It’s not fair how they make it so easy to fall apart.

They hold him, firm and unyielding, as Ezio lets the last few days break him.

When he stops shaking and the tears finally slow, he sags against them, wrung out and exhausted,

- Desmond pressed another kiss to his hair, voice warm with affection. “Better?” - Ezio sniffed, rubbing at his sore eyes. “No.” - Desmond snorted. “Liar.” - Altaïr hummed, a rare note of amusement in his voice. “We’ve let you suffer long enough.” - Ezio scowled weakly. “Didn’t let me do anything.” - Desmond flicked his ear. “Yea, okay, baby.” - Ezio groaned, but it’s softer now, the fight bleeding out of him. Fuck. He hates them. He hates them. - (He doesn’t. He never could.)

He isn’t getting rid of them, no matter how hard he tries,

- “You’re not getting rid of us,” Desmond murmured, his voice dropping into something quiet, something unshakable. “Stop trying.” - Ezio closed his eyes, breath stuttering. - “Okay,” he whispered.

Ezio doesn’t move for a long time.

He eats.

He lets them hold him.

He’s theirs.

X. Sweet Surrender

Ezio should feel victorious.

He thinks he’s entitled to feel some sort of sense of accomplishment. After all, he lasted longer than anyone (not that there are others to compare to).

A year ago, he had snarled at the mere suggestion of letting anyone, least of all two disgustingly rich bastards, take care of him.

Three months ago, he had been dead set on resisting.

Now?

Now Ezio’s sitting in the passenger seat of one of Altaïr’s many cars, wearing a jacket Desmond bought him, with a new phone in his pocket holding a cup of coffee he hadn’t paid for.

Desmond was in the driver’s seat, humming under his breath as he cruised comfortably through town towards their apartment (Because that was a thing now, Ezio having moved in over the summer).

Altaïr was nowhere to be seen, having gone into some high-end restaurant to pick up their food.

Takeout because Ezio had refused to go inside and sit at a table where the cheapest thing on the menu cost more than his entire (old) grocery budget,

- “…I’m getting spoiled,” Ezio muttered. - Desmond snorted. Didn’t even look at him. "You’re just now figuring that out?" - Ezio glared. “I didn’t say it was a good thing.” - "Didn't say you did." Desmond’s lips twitched, his smirk sharp enough to cut. “But you're sitting in Altaïr’s car, drinking my coffee, waiting for our boyfriend to bring you dinner." - Ezio choked. “You two are not my—” - "You’re wearing the jacket I bought you, with the phone Altaïr picked out, and you haven't paid for coffee in weeks." Desmond tossed his phone onto the dashboard, turning to him with an obnoxiously satisfied grin. "Face it, baby. You’re ours." - Ezio scowled. "I hate you." - Desmond reached out, smooth and lazy, like he’d done this a hundred times before, and tugged Ezio in by the collar of his jacket, pressing a kiss to his temple. - "Love you too, baby," he murmured against his skin.

He’s happier. Healthier. More comfortable in his skin than he’s ever been.

Ezio still insists on paying things when he can, still glares when Desmond or Altaïr swipe their cards before he gets the chance.

But nowadays he lets it happen, lets them take care of him.

There’s a moment, one lazy afternoon, where it truly sinks in.

He’s sprawled on the couch, half-asleep, head pillowed on Desmond’s lap while Altaïr sits at the other end, reading.

Desmond’s fingers are in his hair, absently combing through the strands, and Altaïr’s hand rests against his ankle, warm and grounding.

Ezio sighs, sinking further into their touch. He doesn’t fight it. Doesn’t argue.

He doesn’t need to.

Because, for once in his life, he doesn’t have to do it all alone.

Because he is theirs, and they are his, and that is more than enough.

Wow, this was long, haha. I went a little wild in IX. The Ultimate Test... I really like writing and reading angst, okay?

I have a few ideas for a spin-off and possibly a sequel, though nothing as concrete as this outline. Let me know if you'd like to see that too!

[saberamane]

Here's a BIG preview of a WWBFT chapter...

La Volpe watches the group of young Assassin’s below quietly, his amethyst eyes staring intently at Desmond.

The young man was assuredly the leader between him and the blonde, Clay, despite the other being older. And now, it seems, he’s recruited Giovanni’s two eldest sons. Federico was already training to be an Assassin, and was doing quite well in his training. Ezio, while having been shown a few things by his brother, was not ‘in the know’ until they’d come to Monteriggioni after that rather...curious series of events in Firenze.

Events only Desmond seemed to know anything about until it was nearly too late.

La Volpe made it his business to know everything that went on in Firenze and the surrounding areas, and yet he hadn’t noticed a single thing. Was that because things had been hidden so well? Or because there wasn’t anything to be seen until Desmond and Clay made contact with the Auditore?

It was highly suspect that they had ingratiated themselves so thoroughly with the only active Assassin family in Italia.

And now this…

Desmond not only knew where to find all the pages of Altair’s lost codex, but he also knew the information they held. He knew about the seals hidden by Giovanni and Mario’s grandfather, and has seemingly won the trust of Federico and Ezio. Maybe even Mario and Giovanni as well…

La Volpe could only assume this was all calculated.

Desmond wanted access to the Villa in order to reach the great armor of Altair. He wanted to find all the codex pages to see the map. He wanted those pieces of Eden the map held the whereabouts of.

He wanted power.

How has no one else come to this conclusion?

Unbreakable armor, unbeatable artifacts, the resources the Brotherhood could give him to reach such goals…

It was ambitious, and it was working.

La Volpe steps away from the doorway looking down into Mario’s office, missing the golden-flecked eyes watching him as he left.

[ezioascoltatore]

Trans-(Character)EzioAuditore: A term/label where one desires, wishes, or identifies as being/becoming Ezio Auditore Da Firenze from the Assassin's Creed (game/media) series/franchise. (Flag template by @/izayoisakuyas.)

(Extras/notes below the cut.)

Extremely, whole-heartedly, self-indulgent. (I didn't know what to put for the colors either, but it oddly makes me feel nice/it feels right, please save me. Or sue me, I don't know. I haven't had the motivation/ideas in general to make flags so you'll just have to take this for now until I make a new version.)

[howlingday]

Mentor AU Blake summons a mentor of her own, and this mentor is none other than Ezio Auditore da Firenze.

"Breathe." Blake softly exhaled. "You are not a statue. You can still breathe. You still need to breathe."

"Let the world fade around you and focus on what's important." Blake slowly opened her eyes, and the world that was once so vibrant and blooming had become gray, save for her golden mentor and the blue light shining from her body.

"Now, can you see the target?" Blake's vision honed on the satchel hanging from the tree. Creeping closer, she hopped overhead, gently landing on the tree's branch before stationing herself above the prize.

"Be careful. Don't get caught." Below her, White Fang members patrolled the area, moving back and forth in their red glow, yet none the wiser to her presence. Climbing down, she quickly took hold of her quarry and hurried back to the tree where he master sat.

"Not bad." He grinned. "Not bad at all."

"Hey! Where's my lunch?!" The two heard Adam shout in anger from below, unaware of the two snickering hooded figures above him.

[assassinshadowgirl]

Milk

Mario Auditore: Here you go.

Edward: Oh rum. Thanks.

Ezio & Yu Feng (AC Jade): *stares at their drink* This isn't rum. It's orange juice.

Mario: You both are still below 20.

Ezio: But uncle! I'm already 17! I'm old enough to drink!

Yu Feng: 19 here.

Mario: Nope.

Ezio and Yu Feng: 😫😩

Jacob (AC Victory): Why serve me milk....?

Mario: So you will grow taller.

Jacob: 💢💢💢😑

[quietwings-fics]

La Pietra

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Assassin's Creed Ship: Gen Additional Tags: Major Original Character(s), First Meetings, Immortality, Names, Assassin's Creed II Wordcount: 941 Summary:

Ezio meets the stranger once when he’s young.

Ezio meets the stranger once when he’s young. It leaves an impression.

He feels as though he knows Uncle Mario’s patterns well enough to find him in Villa Auditore on any day, but on the day the stranger arrives, he’s nowhere to be found—not in town, not in the courtyard, not even puzzling over the Codex. It’s then that Ezio finally checks in the Sanctuary below the house, where the old statues loom over him every time he enters and leave him feeling both small and watched and, yet, understood.

“It is a good likeness,” is the first voice he hears on his way down the stairs. It’s an unfamiliar voice, and it is much quieter than Mario’s reply. It carries an accent that Ezio has never heard before and never will again for as long as he lives.

“If you say so. I still struggle to understand why you adore the statue and not the Codex. One gives us more of Altaïr’s wisdom than the other.” Ezio reaches the final steps. Without realizing it, he’s quieted his footfalls, drawn himself tense as a crossbow bolt as he creeps closer and listens. His vision burns with focus. The room warps, and the familiar figure of Uncle Mario is bathed in ever-present blue. Ezio turns his gaze onto the other man and only relaxes when his eyes tell him the same story: ally, friend, or at least, not a threat. He takes a breath.

When he lets his vision clear, the man is looking directly at him. Ezio startles.

Mario is a large man. Without any exaggeration, Ezio can say that the man standing beside him makes him look slight in comparison. He holds his head high as he regards Ezio, thick arms folded across a large chest. His beard is thick, and his hair is thicker, a storm of black that reaches down to his shoulders. His skin is a rich brown, only a few shades lighter in contrast to his hair. A small scars runs a ragged path over the wide bridge of his nose, just below his eyes. He does not scowl or smile but watches Ezio, head slightly cocked.

A feeling rushes over Ezio. A sense of being *known* that does not unsettle him as much as it should. He stares into the man’s eyes as he comes closer, and they do not break from his gaze until the man seems satisfied with whatever information he’s gathered and looks to Mario.

“A novice?” he asks. “It is harder to tell than it was.” Even without his accent, Ezio would have been able to tell Italian was not his language. It’s the odd phrasing choice here, the hesitation before finishing with a word there. He doesn’t speak it poorly, only like he hasn’t had need of it in a long time. “You make different sacrifices.” He says this to Mario as well, but his head turns to regard the statue behind him. His arms loosen a little. Ezio catches sight of his hand, of the missing finger. His hidden blade, too, exposes itself from beneath his sleeve, but it is not of the same design as Ezio’s own.

“My nephew,” Mario corrects. At that, the man’s head suddenly snaps to attention. His heavy jaw grows tense.

“You are Ezio,” he addresses Ezio again. He looks him up and down, though the feeling from before doesn’t return. “I apologize.” There must be something in Ezio’s expression, some exhaustion or upset, because the man finally smiles in a way that creases his dark eyes gently. “But you are tired of apologies.”

“Who are you?” Ezio asks. He looks to Mario, then back to the man, who holds up a hand to Mario before he can speak.

“Your word for it,” he says, his gaze inescapable. Ezio doesn’t understand, not until he continues. “For hard earth, cold and gray under the ground. And in your streets and your homes”—He pauses, gestures to the ancient men and women surrounding them.—“and your statues.” Ezio cannot tell if this is a test. He nearly looks to Mario again.

“La pietra?” he asks. The man hums. He nods.

“Lapietra,” he repeats but does not echo.

Ezio’s not quite sure what he’s done. It has the air of ritual about it. And he’s still not sure what to call the man, unless he means to be called…

“And should I call you this now, too?” Mario asks. He’s smiling, like this is a joke Ezio isn’t in on. The man—Lapietra?—pats Mario’s shoulder.

“You have named me. Your nephew has named me. I don’t change,” he says, like it’s all very simple. “You all fall short of their word in Siwa, but that was even longer ago.” He says something unintelligible to Ezio, his head tilted over now to meet the gaze of another statue, the woman Amunet.

He looks at her in a strange way, like an old friend. Ezio feels suddenly out of place in the room, like he has walked into the middle of a conversation, until Lapietra turns back to face him. There’s nothing in his eyes that calls Ezio unwanted.

“Will you show me what you have been taught, Ezio?” he asks.

“That depends,” he answers, “on how much you would like me to show off.” There’s pride on Mario’s face even as he shakes his head, and Lapietra extends a hand to Ezio to shake his for the first time.

It’s a firm grip. Warm. Ezio can feel it for a few minutes after he lets go.

“I have all the time in the world,” Lapietra says.

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[eldritchlittleblackdragon]

Joey's Main Fandom OCs (as of 2/2025)-

(Below a Cut since it'll be a long post, even though these are just short blurbs for everyone. Because I have a lot of OCs.)

Velia Furlan da Nicolaou (Metaphor: Refantazio) -

The childhood friend of Leon Strohl who was practically raised alongside him after his parents took Velia in as part of an agreement between Leon and Velia's family, which included an arranged marriage between the two of them when they came of age. Their starting Archetype is 'The Witch'.

Love Interest &/or Bestie: Leon Strohl da Haliaetus (Childhood Friend and Betrothed, Friend with Benefits, Possibly Love Interest (It's complicated))

Joey Andrews (Obey Me!) -

A human who was abducted and then pressed into the Devildom exchange program. Unbeknownst to said human, they are the latest reincarnation of a human that Lucifer fell in love with millennia ago, that was cursed to reincarnate and have her memories suppressed each time. In this universe, Satan is the son of Lucifer and Joey (as is Luke).

Love Interest &/or Bestie: Lucifer (Love Interest)

Meri (Fire Emblem Awakening) -

A manakete (a dragon in humanoid form) that was hiding out in a small Ylissean village pretending to be human and serving as the communities apothecary. After helping the Shepherds defend her village from a bandit attack, her status as a manakete is revealed and Chrom takes Meri into the Shepherds for her protection.

Love Interest &/or Bestie: Chrom (Bestie and Love Interest)

Giana (Fire Emblem Fates) -

A mage from Nestra who belongs to the Nestan Order of Scholars, a group dedicated to the recording, collecting, preservation of, and sharing of knowledge. (Basically, they're like an order of monks/nuns, but instead of devoting their life to a god, knowledge and learning is what they're devoted to. Also while some do chose to abide by a vow of celibacy to more fully devote themselves to their work, it's not required.) Giana is recruited to the player's army by either Prince Leo of Nohr or Princess Sakura of Hoshido depending on what route of Fates you're dealing with (Leo for Conquest/Revelation, Sakura for Birthright) under the guise of keeping a record of the Nohr/Hoshido War, but really Giana is trying to help end the war and keep Nestra safe.

Love Interest &/Or Bestie: Xander (Love Interest, Conquest), Leo and Ryoma (Love Interests*, Revelation), Reina (Love Interest, Birthright)

*- In Gia's Rev Verse, she is in a poly relationship with Leo and Ryoma, where all parties are in a relationship with one another.

Euphemia von Lehr (Fire Emblem Three Houses) -

The daughter of a Baron in the Leicester Alliance. She and her two siblings (her twin brother Myron and older sister Irene) were experimented on by those who slither in the dark, with Euphemia being the only survivor. As a result, she bears an artificial crest of Riegan and has become somewhat sickly (though the side effects are less pronounced than someone with an artificial crest who already had a crest to begin with, such as Edelgard and Lysithea). She was originally declared the heir to house Riegan until the appearance of Claude. To Settle the dispute of the inheritance, Duke Oswald put Claude and Euphemia to the test. In the end, he decided both would inherit the position through a political marriage between the two, set to take place a few years down the line. In the meantime, they were sent to the Officers Academy together to prepare for the road ahead of running the Alliance.

Love Interest &/or Bestie: Claude (Khalid) von Riegan (Bestie and Love Interest)

Seona Watson (Assassin's Creed (Ezio Trilogy)) -

A college student from 2012 Midwest America that, via a mysterious force, was sent back in time to 15th Century Italy. Through a series of events, Seona befriends Claudia Auditore and is taken in by Paola, an enigmatic madam running a bordello in Florence. She finds her fate intertwined with that of the Auditore family when things go sideways, and accompanies them when they flee the city as an assistant and protector of sorts. Over the course of a decade or so, she forms an unbreakable bond with Claudia her brother Ezio, the latter whom she eventually falls in love with and marries.

Love Interest &/or Bestie: Claudia Auditore da Firenze (Bestie), Ezio Auditore da Firenze (Friend and Love Interest)

Alice Rask/Doctor Alice van Zieks (The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles)-

The estranged wife of Barok van Zieks, studying to become a coroner in Tokyo. Originally, she and Barok were quite close and the best of friends, and he had saved her from a serial murderer during their courtship. However, the relationship broke down over a difference in views and she separated from him. She was befriended by Mikotoba family (who were friends of her father), and in particular found herself becoming close to Kazuma Asogi. Eventually, she attempted to file for divorce from Barok (after she and Kazuma developed mutual (but unspoken) feelings for one another), but was forced to return to Great Britain to settle the matter.

Love Interest &/or Bestie: Barok van Zieks (Friend and former Husband), Kazuma Asogi (Bestie and Love Interest), Ryunosuke Naruhodo (Bestie)

Mary Shaw (Persona 5) - An American Exchange student attending High School in Tokyo, specifically the same school as Goro Akechi. She develops a very close friendship with Futaba Sakura over the internet, and is eventually acquainted with the rest of the phantom thieves. During the course of her story, she is charmed by Akechi and the briefly enter into a passionate (but very toxic) relationship, ending in the two of them breaking up. Mary eventually joins the phantom thieves as a late edition, awakening to her persona, Jeanne, and taking on a thief persona with a Racoon motif and an aesthetic reminiscent of Assassin's Creed.

Love Interest &/or Bestie: Futaba Sakura (Bestie)

Annabelle 'Emi' Nishimura (Ghost of Tsushima) - An American Museum employee who gets possessed by the ghost of someone from the same time period as Ghost of Tsushima, who sends Annabelle back in time to fulfill their last wishes. However, she gets seriously delayed in that task, ending up being taken into custody and then put under the watch of Jin Sakai, the nephew of the Jito of Tsushima. Eventually, the two develop a mutual affection but the Jito turns down Jin's request to take Annabelle (going by the name 'Emi') as his wife. However, after proving herself trustworthy and being adopted by a samurai family (who hoped to gain power by having someone in their family married off to the Jito's nephew), the Jito changes his mind, a bit begrudgingly, allows the Jin to marry Annabelle. But then canon happens and it's fun times all around.

Love Interest &/or Bestie: Jin Sakai (Love Interest)

Joella of Macedon (Fire Emblem Shadow Dragon/New Mystery of the Emblem) -

A commoner who was betrothed to Prince Michalis after her father performed a deed of great heroism for Macedon and befriended the Macedonian king. The two grew up together, and become good friends. However, while Prince Michalis fell in love with his bride to be, Joella never developed romantic feelings for him (but cared for him deeply as her friend).

Love Interest &/or Bestie: Michalis (Friend and Husband)

Joey Mcgill (Final Fantasy XV) -

A young woman from our world sent to Eos and given temporary Amnesia upon arriving their by the gods. She finds herself rescued by Nyx Ulric, and later befriend by Noctis and his friends. A freak accident leads her to receiving magic from Noctis, and as a result, she's inducted as a member of the group meant to travel with him (alongside Ignis, Prompto, and Gladio).

Love Interest &/or Bestie: Nyx Ulric, Gladiolus Amicitia (Love interests)

Joella Fairwinter (Baldur's Gate 3) -

A half-elven apothecary who lives with relatives and cares for her aging human father. By chance, she encounters Astarion and through more chance encounters with him, ends up befriending him. But things start to get dangerous after she tries to find out more about her mysterious friend, and why he bears a striking resemblance to an old colleague of her mother's. She becomes the target of Cazador, who would see her little investigation ended. However, before he can get the chance to scare her off or kill her, she's abducted by mind flayers. :)

Love Interest &/or Bestie: Astaron (Friend, Love Interest)

Hideo Miyagawa (Fatal Frame Series) -whom I affectionately call "Ghost Dad"

The ghost of a man who had an interest in the occult. He befriends the supernaturally gifted Miku Hinasake and falls in love with her, and through ghostly means, the two of them have a child, Miu. However, due to Miku's overwhelming grief at discovering that Hideo is a ghost, she goes in search of a way to reach him in the spirit world and be with him. Not wanting to Miku to give up her life for his sake and abandon their child, he tries to dissuade Miku and look after Miu in her mother's absence. Hideo eventually asks for Miu's help in locating and saving Miku from herself.

Love Interest &/or Bestie: Miku (Lover)

Joey Merryn Wells (Devil May Cry Series) -

A gifted sorceress who was rescued by Dante from being sacrificed in a terrible occult ritual by her parents. (After a concerned neighbor got wind of the ritual.) Joey and Dante briefly had a thing of sorts, but Dante pushed her away, believing it was too dangerous for the two of them to be together romantically. Upset, Joey leaves. But the two meet up again several years later when Joey has become the wealthy heiress to a known philanthropist and a talented spellcaster. She requests to hire Dante to escort her through a demon infested castle in France so she can purify it and purge the demons, making the castle safe for humans again.

Love Interest &/or Bestie: Dante Sparda (Ex she gets back together with)

Jane Seagram (Ikemen Villains) - The descendant of Kate and her chosen villain love interest. A villain in her own right, originally from the 1990's version of Crown. After an experimental mishap with her brother's time machine, she ends up in the past and eventually, in the company and care of Kate. She joins crown with Kate, masquerading as Kate's 'Spinster Aunt'.

Love Interest &/or Bestie: Kate (Ancestor, Friend)

Doctor Cassandra Fay (Ikemen Prince) - A custom version of the IkePrince MC who hails from a more modern day version of Rhodolite. A scientist who was helping a team of experts develop a time machine for research and conservation purposes. She volunteered to be a test subject for the time machine, but a horrific error with the machine sent her back in time to the setting of Ikeprince and left her stranded there, with a side effect of temporary amnesia. She's taken in by a bookseller and he wife, and later, helped them to take in Rio Ortiz as well.

By accident, she ends being abducted by a court minister to be Rhodolite's new 'Belle', a commoner appointed kingmaker, to choose a new king after the sudden death of the old king. Cassandra knows who was crowned King in her time, but can she keep history intact when she and the Prince destined to be King begin to fall for one another?

Love Interest &/or Bestie: Rio Ortiz (Bestie), Leon Dompteur (Bestie, potential love interest depending on timeline), TBD

Hollis Peg'asi (Andromeda Six) - The child of Queen Nikolle and King Fenris, and survivor of the coup on the planet Goldis. As a Kitalphan (an amphibious alien species whose home was lost), Hollis had a difficult upbringing and a contentious relationship with their family. They were closest to their bodyguard, and their half-sisters Nerissa and Cerisa. Hollis tend to be guarded and calculating, but ultimately good-hearted, hiding behind a charming and flirtatious mask to protect themselves.

Cerisa Peg'asi (Andromeda Six) - The daughter of Queen Ta'jean and King Fenris, and survivor of the coup on Goldis. As daughter of the Tilaari Queen, Cerisa had a rather lonely and unhappy childhood in her father's court. But she was close to her half-sister Nerissa and half-sibling, Hollis, as well as her bodyguard. Cerisa is shy, gentle, and at times can come across as unworldly and naiive, but is surprisingly wary and observant. Pretends to know less than she does unless she trusts you.

Which sibling initially joins the crew of Andromeda Six differs between two verses (Hollis verse and Cerisa Verse), the other escaped the coup by other means and reunites with the other sibling later.

[quietwingsinthesky]

uhhhhhh so anyway i accidentally wrote actual fic about Rock the Immortal Caveman Assassin. (feat. ac2 ezio)

Ezio meets the stranger once when he’s young. It leaves an impression.

He feels as though he knows Uncle Mario’s patterns well enough to find him in Villa Auditore on any day, but on the day the stranger arrives, he’s nowhere to be found—not in town, not in the courtyard, not even puzzling over the Codex. It’s then that Ezio finally checks in the Sanctuary below the house, where the old statues loom over him every time he enters and leave him feeling both small and watched and, yet, understood.

“It is a good likeness,” is the first voice he hears on his way down the stairs. It’s an unfamiliar voice, and it is much quieter than Mario’s reply. It carries an accent that Ezio has never heard before and never will again for as long as he lives.

“If you say so. I still struggle to understand why you adore the statue and not the Codex. One gives us more of Altaïr’s wisdom than the other.” Ezio reaches the final steps. Without realizing it, he’s quieted his footfalls, drawn himself tense as a crossbow bolt as he creeps closer and listens. His vision burns with focus. The room warps, and the familiar figure of Uncle Mario is bathed in ever-present blue. Ezio turns his gaze onto the other man and only relaxes when his eyes tell him the same story: ally, friend, or at least, not a threat. He takes a breath.

When he lets his vision clear, the man is looking directly at him. Ezio startles.

Mario is a large man. Without any exaggeration, Ezio can say that the man standing beside him makes him look slight in comparison. He holds his head high as he regards Ezio, thick arms folded across a large chest. His beard is thick, and his hair is thicker, a storm of black that reaches down to his shoulders. His skin is a rich brown, only a few shades lighter in contrast to his hair. A small scars runs a ragged path over the wide bridge of his nose, just below his eyes. He does not scowl or smile but watches Ezio, head slightly cocked.

A feeling rushes over Ezio. A sense of being *known* that does not unsettle him as much as it should. He stares into the man’s eyes as he comes closer, and they do not break from his gaze until the man seems satisfied with whatever information he’s gathered and looks to Mario.

“A novice?” he asks. “It is harder to tell than it was.” Even without his accent, Ezio would have been able to tell Italian was not his language. It’s the odd phrasing choice here, the hesitation before finishing with a word there. He doesn’t speak it poorly, only like he hasn’t had need of it in a long time. “You make different sacrifices.” He says this to Mario as well, but his head turns to regard the statue behind him. His arms loosen a little. Ezio catches sight of his hand, of the missing finger. His hidden blade, too, exposes itself from beneath his sleeve, but it is not of the same design as Ezio’s own.

“My nephew,” Mario corrects. At that, the man’s head suddenly snaps to attention. His heavy jaw grows tense.

“You are Ezio,” he addresses Ezio again. He looks him up and down, though the feeling from before doesn’t return. “I apologize.” There must be something in Ezio’s expression, some exhaustion or upset, because the man finally smiles in a way that creases his dark eyes gently. “But you are tired of apologies.”

“Who are you?” Ezio asks. He looks to Mario, then back to the man, who holds up a hand to Mario before he can speak.

“Your word for it,” he says, his gaze inescapable. Ezio doesn’t understand, not until he continues. “For hard earth, cold and gray under the ground. And in your streets and your homes”—He pauses, gestures to the ancient men and women surrounding them.—“and your statues.” Ezio cannot tell if this is a test. He nearly looks to Mario again.

“La pietra?” he asks. The man hums. He nods.

“Lapietra,” he repeats but does not echo.

Ezio’s not quite sure what he’s done. It has the air of ritual about it. And he’s still not sure what to call the man, unless he means to be called…

“And should I call you this now, too?” Mario asks. He’s smiling, like this is a joke Ezio isn’t in on. The man—Lapietra?—pats Mario’s shoulder.

“You have named me. Your nephew has named me. I don’t change,” he says, like it’s all very simple. “You all fall short of their word in Siwa, but that was even longer ago.” He says something unintelligible to Ezio, his head tilted over now to meet the gaze of another statue, the woman Amunet.

He looks at her in a strange way, like an old friend. Ezio feels suddenly out of place in the room, like he has walked into the middle of a conversation, until Lapietra turns back to face him. There’s nothing in his eyes that calls Ezio unwanted.

“Will you show me what you have been taught, Ezio?” he asks.

“That depends,” he answers, “on how much you would like me to show off.” There’s pride on Mario’s face even as he shakes his head, and Lapietra extends a hand to Ezio to shake his for the first time.

It’s a firm grip. Warm. Ezio can feel it for a few minutes after he lets go.

“I have all the time in the world,” Lapietra says.

[septimaseverinaficrec]

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Game of Thrones | House of the Dragon

Oberyn Martell

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Star Wars

Cassian Andor

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Din Djarin

Tolkien Elves

Mirkwood Elves

Legolas | Thranduil

House of Feänor

Feänor | Maedhros | Maglor

Others

Finrod | Glorfindel | Ecthelion | TROP!Elrond/Book!Elrond

Assassin's Creed

Altaïr Ibn-La'ahad

Ezio Auditore

Arno Dorian

Jacob Frye

Dilfs

Emperor Cleon (Apple TV Foundation)

Thomas Shelby

Luca Changretta

David Tennant's Characters

10th Doctor | 14th Doctor

Alec Hardy

Tom Sturridge's Charaters

Jake (Bittersweet)

Nicholas Hoult's Characters

Robert Montague Renfield

Tom Hiddleston's Characters

Loki Laufeyson

Prince Hal/Henry V

Thomas Sharpe

James Nicholls

Robert Laing

Jonathan Pine

Will Ransome

James Conrad

Orlando Bloom's Characters

Paris of Troy

Timothee Chalamet's Characters

Willy Wonka

Prince Hal/Henry V

Pedro Pascal Characters

Javi Gutierrez

Dieter Bravo

Javier Peña

Joel Miller

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Benedict Cumerbatch Characters

Sherlock Holmes

Doctor Stephen Strange

Miscellenous

Aymeric de Borel

Loid Forger

[thefangirlthatwaited]

Eden (Chapter 14) - A Assassins Creed Syndicate Story

Jacob Frye x OC

“Eden?” Jacob whispered, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“N-No.” I stuttered.

Jacob turned to the recruits. “We will continue this tomorrow, thank you,” he said, and they dispersed. Jacob came over and lowered my arms before pulling me off to the side to sit.

“Eden, what’s wrong.”

I looked away, embarrassed. “I am terrified of heights,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.

He laughed, thinking I was joking, and then he saw the serious look on my face. “You aren’t joking.” 

“No.” 

“How are you afraid of heights? I have seen you jump out of a second-story window and zipline off a train on a boat on the Thames.” 

I groaned, face falling into my hands. “Those were all life or death moments; trust me, I thought of how high I was.”

“What about your initiation? One of the things we must do is jump from a high distance.”

I tensed, knowing I had to ruin my father’s reputation. “My father was the one who did my initiation, and we lied; I never jumped.”

I braced myself for Jacob’s outrage. Instead, he laughed.

“So you got your father, the great Ezio Auditore, to lie for you. Well done.” I smacked Jacob for the sarcasm. “I was going to do it later on. We were so desperate for recruits, we figured we would work on it later, but it never happened.”

Jacob pulled me close, his voice filled with determination. He lifted my chin to meet his gaze. “Well, love, I’m going to make you face your fears. There’s no getting around it with me. You want to help me and teach the recruits; you need to do this.” He grabbed my hand, his touch firm yet gentle.

I sighed in defeat. “I figured...”

Jacob stood and held out his hand for me to take. “Baby steps,” he promised. We started small, jumping off one-story buildings, and slowly moved to our final goal: Big Ben. 

My heart was pounding as we stood at the base of the tower. “It has to be today,” I asked, looking to the top.

“It has been two weeks, Eden. You have to face your fears. I’ll be right behind you.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

I took a deep breath, my heart racing, and shot the launcher. It hooked to the rail at the top, and I pulled myself up, my muscles straining. I remembered to breathe as I continued my ascent, the wind whipping through my hair. I let out a whistle of appreciation as I reached the top, the view stretching out before me in all its glory.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Jacob asked when he joined me.

“It is.”

“Now comes the harder part,” Jacob said, looking at the ground below. I shouldn’t have done that. I looked down at the hay bail, and everything started to spin. My fear took over, and I lost my grip on the railing, my body beginning to fall.

“EDEN!” Jacob’s cry was the last I heard before everything went dark.

I woke later in bed, with Jacob sitting at my side. When I tried to sit up, pain radiated from my right arm, causing me to scream out in pain.

Jacob jolted away, looking around for the danger till he saw me holding my arm. “Eden love, lay back down, please.” He helped me lie back down before grabbing some water and medicine.

“What happened, Jacob?” I asked as he helped me take my meds. 

His face sunk, full of sadness and regret. “You fell from the top of Big Ben.” He explained.

Full Chapter on Ao3

[unhinged-summer-fun]

Thank you so much for common grounds! This is such a wonderful story and I'm thrilled with every update. Thanks for sticking with it and us!

I saw a reblog for questions for writers and I wanted to ask how did you come up with concept for CG and if you ever had had a creative block what do you do to power through or recharge?

Hello!! Thank you so much, I’m so glad you’re enjoying common grounds!! (Sorry about that cliffhanger last week 😬) the answer to your question below the cut~

Well the concept came about when I got on a post-finale voice call with my buddy (this was before I knew there was a burgeoning fandom so we only had two brains’ worth of insanity to work off of) and I said “I wanna write something” and they just said “boxing??? Sol is dad?? Maybe Qimir was injured? He has a weird relationship to his name?” and I’d already been angling toward making sure the Acolyte had a coffee shop au (as a fandom biological niche that needed filling) and I blacked out and had three chapters

I had a bit of a creative block called I Can’t Stop Playing Assassin’s Creed and another one called I’m Moving Across The Country By Myself which sucked to be in the middle of but in my opinion you gotta look at writer’s/creative blocks as like, unskippable side quests. You just gotta figure out what your brain is telling you needs to get done whether it be school or social efforts or Ezio Auditore or simply taking care of yourself. Sometimes I def struggle with finding places to take breaks, but listening to your body will help your body (and mind!) listen to you. Sometimes you just gotta take care of the meat suit so the think-meat has time to install updates.

One thing I’ll also say is never discount a single creative idea. Even if you’re like “this is actually the worst” it still counts as a guidepost of where you don’t want to go next. Initially I was going to have Idise be a fully forgettable NPC type OC, and I wrote quite a bit of the fic with that mentality, but then when I realized how cool it’d be if she was important, it made my storytelling a lot more intentional and I felt it flowed easier. You don’t need to find your way out of the maze on the first try. Let your mind wander into dead ends and explore where things CAN go until you realize where they SHOULD go.

That said, there are often times where the spirit is willing but the think-meat is not and you just have to be patient and kind to yourself. Fatalistic determinations on your self-worth are common in this period, so fight the urge to light the world on fire just because things feel bad right this moment. Everything you made before does not merit punishment for the supposed sin of stalled creativity, and neither do you. The more understanding you are of your creative mind, the more it will want to please you in turn.

I know that’s a bit philosophical and long-winded, but such is the price to pay when asking me about writing LOL

Thank you so much anon! And if yall have any other questions pls ask~

[robin-in-the-library]

As I sink in the funeral in Arno thoughts that @maranzalla set off, I realised some of the reasons for my bitching about historical inaccuracies (other than being a neurospicy history student and being Milanese, of course).

One of the main appeals of ACII and Brotherhood, other than a story which is compelling and interesting, is the setting. Early Renaissance is one of my favorite historical periods, for Firenze but for Italy as a whole (the Sforza!!! anyway). And the games takes all these historical figures from these times, all these places and conflicts, and create narrative arcs that ignore the specifics of the setting they chose. The socio-economical context, the religious beliefs, the net of politics. It creates a narrative that is interesting, with narrative moments that are delightful (the hanging of the Auditore is one such moment), but that are delightful in itself, removed from their context, and when placed back in late 1400s, Italian peninsula, make me seethe. The discourse of proper historical research going into media (or simply actually listening to historians) is an old one, which has been recently sparked up again by the Napoleon movie, and talking about which recent games such as Pentiment show that actually studying and portraying the history of your setting isn’t going to make your game boring, rather turn it into something quite wonderful. But that discourse is not really the point of this ramble, which I made just to say why I’ve been bitching and will continue bitching (other than it being my god’s given right as a Milanese).

Anyway, we all deserved to see Ezio in skintight red thighs and a pleated little giornea ending right below his butt and I don’t know why there isn’t more public outrage about this.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hello, I'm a new follower and was just wondering before I make any requests. Are there any rules to your blog?

Hi! I do have some rules, they are below!

If you want to request, here are the rules:

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1. I will not write anything NSFW, (for that I have an Etsy, @ChloeWritesCo)

2. I will not write anything involving suicide, self-harm, or anything that can/could be triggering to others

3. I will not write anything involving incest or anything pedophilic, obviously

4. I will not write about underaged celebrities, or underaged characters

5. I will not write anything LGBTQIA+phobic

I also only write for the characters on my character list, which will be provided below as well;

Italics = I have already made fanfics on this character if you want to read them

My Masterlist

DC/Gotham - Bane (Hardy),Bruce Wayne (Bale), Bruce Wayne (Keaton), Bruce Wayne (Pattinson), Bruce Wayne (Val), Edward Nygma (Carrey), Jack (Heath) Joker, Jason Todd, Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch (Gotham), Jonathan Crane (Gotham), Jonathan Crane (Murphy), Klarion Bleak, Maxwell Lord, Richard Grayson, Roman Sionis, Victor Zsasz

Disney - Christopher Robin, Cruella de Vil, Ella (Cinderella 2015), Gaston LeGume (Beauty And The Beast 2017), Jasper Badun, and Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid 2023)

Harry Potter - Cedric Diggory, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape

Kingsman - Eggsy Unwin, Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Harry Hart, Jack Daniels

Marvel/X-Men - Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Charles Xavier, Eddie/Venom, Erik Killmonger, Everett Ross, Harry Osborn (TASM), Heimdall, Helmut Zemo, John Allerdyce, Johnny Storm, Kurt Wagner, Logan Howlett, Loki Odinson (Not the Series), M'Baku, Natasha Romanoff, Otto Octavius, Peter Maximoff, Peter Parker (Andrew), Peter Parker (Tobey), Peter Parker (Tom), Pietro Maximoff, Quentin Beck, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Shang-Chi, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Vision, Wade Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Wenwu

Star Wars/The Mandalorian - Anakin Skywalker, Armitage Hux, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Din Djarin, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Rey

Stranger Things - Alexei Smirnoff, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckey, Jim Hopper, Steve Harrington

The Hobbit/Lord Of The Rings - Aragorn, Bilbo Baggins, Boromir, Dwalin, Elrond, Faramir, Fili, Kili, Haldir, Legolas Greenleaf, Pippin Took, Samwise Gamgee, Thorin Oakenshield, Thranduil

Miscellaneous -

Assassins Creed - Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Brothers Grimm - Jakob Grimm

BBC & Enola - Sherlock Holmes

Hellboy - Red (Hellboy), Abe Sapien, and Agent John Myers

Encino Man - Linkavitch “Link” Chomofsky

George Of The Jungle - George

Ghostbusters (2016) - Jillian Holtzmann, Kevin Beckman

Indiana Jones - Indiana Jones

John Wick - John Wick

Jurassic Park - Ian Malcolm

Scooby Doo (2002) - Shaggy (Norville) Rogers

The Last Of Us - Joel Miller

The Pirates Of The Caribbean - James Norrington, Hector Barbossa

The Phantom Of The Opera - Erik Destler

The Witcher - Geralt, Jaskier

Uncharted 4 - Sam Drake, Rafe Adler

X-Files - Fox Mulder

Requests are open

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[minnophee-writes]

Fandoms I Write For~

This is the list of fandoms I am willing to write for or have written for before, and you can also send asks with fanfic requests! Down below is my list of fandoms, and who I write for, and will be updated when I can think of more fandoms to add to the list.

You can also send in fanfic requests and I'll eventually get to them when I can ❤

Fandom List:

Avatar: Way of Water - Miles Quaritch

Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove

Star Wars: Survivor - Cal Kestis

The Walking Dead - Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes

The Purge - Leo Barnes

Far Cry 5 - Jacob Seed, John Seed

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare - Captain Price, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Phillip Graves, Rodolfo

Detroit: Become Human - Connor, Nines, Markus, Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson

Elden Ring / Darksouls - Blaidd the Half-Wolf, Maliketh the Black Blade, Crucible Knight, Tree Sentinels, Creighton the Wanderer

Bloodborne - Father Gascoigne, The Hunter

Outlast - Chris Walker, Eddie Gluskin, The Walrider, Richard Trager, Waylon Park, The Twins, Frank Manera, Jeremy Blaire

The Outlast Trials - Big Grunt, Skinner Man, The Screamer, Berserker, Leland Coyle

Resident Evil - Leon Kennedy, Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oliveira, Luis Serra

Bullet Train - Tangerine, Ladybug

Avengers - Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson

Texas Chainsaw Massacre - Nubbins, Bubba, Johnny

Friday the 13th - Jason Voorhees

The Hobbit - Thorin, Fili, Kili, Bilbo, Legolas, Thranduil

Assassin's Creed - Connor Kenway, Ezio Auditore da Firenze, Eivor Varinsdottir

The Witcher - Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier

Overwatch - Cole Cassidy, Hanzo, Gabriel Reyes, Reinhardt

Snowpiercer - Curtis Everett, Edgar

Knives Out - Ransom Drysdale

Mission Impossible - August Walker

Predator - Yautja

Dead by Daylight - Trapper, Wraith, Hillbilly, Knight, Vittorio, Huntress, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Pyramid Head, the Trickster, Oni, Blight, HUX-A7-13, Leon Kennedy, Alan Wake, Jill Valentine, Dwight Fairfield, Jake Park, Jeff Johansen, Nemesis, The Doctor, Bubba, Demogorgon, The Deathslinger, Albert Wesker, The Unknown

Apex Legends - Mirage, Octane, Fuse, Bloodhound, Crypto, Pathfinder

Sons of the Forest - Kelvin

Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan

The Boy - Brahms Heelshire

Haunt (2019) - "Mitch" The Ghost

Red Dead Redemption - Arthur Morgan, John Marston

Will update the fandom list in the future!

[simpin-shark]

Husbando of the day goes out to Ezio Auditore da Firenze from the Assassins Creed series. His games include Assassins Creed 2, Assassins Creed Brotherhood, and Assassins Creed Revelations.

Ezio was one of my top favorite characters from the assassins creed series. He’s in 2nd, just below Altaïr.

I loved how much he cared for his family and sought out justice for the wrongs that were done to him and his loved ones. I felt so bad for him during the first game. I really love how they had him growing up and maturing throughout the games. I love how Revelations ended, I’m so happy that he finally found peace and was able to settle down. <3