#assassins creed ezio x reader fluff

[demigoddessqueens]

assassins’ amoures

Fluff alphabet here for my favorite Assassins (and some Templars) to commemorate the 15th year and for Flufftober

Based off their names

E,Z,I,O

Ezio likes to be the equal one in a relationship, although in some more “spicy situations”, I can see him as a soft dom type. You bring out the better qualities of him, even light-hearted teasing aside. Keeping him focused and building him up keeps Ezio going. Even to the ends of the earth, he’ll do what he can to keep you safe and loved. When he’s in love, oh good luck to any trying to grab his attention. Thoughts are of you, with that blushed far off look, even Claudia and Leonardo are teasing him.

A,R,N,O

This boy?? This boi! This boyo is so in love he smiles non stop. Always day dreaming of you, reading pieces of poetry or romance literature that reminds him of you. Favorite nicknames are “my love, darling, heart/mon coeur” or personalized ones solely for you. He is every romantic cliche ever and then some! Adorkably a badass! When he’s not being an Assassin, he’s off in the gardens or taking strolls, and you’re always by his side. Arms linked.

S,H,A,Y 🚢 🌊

On the seas, Shay likes to sit out and spend time with you on the deck. On land, maybe a romantic walk at night. Given how this man left the Colonial Assassins and knew the Templars, there are most definitely secrets that can cause a rift but he claims to do so to protect you. That being said, he’s your hype man! Always guiding you and building you up, since he didn’t have a lot of that from someone he genuinely loves. When he’s away missing you, oh he’s an emotional wreck. Not showing it outwardly, but it’s a storm cloud inside him.

B,A,Y,E,K

Seeing you shoot off an arrow, the sun gleaming in your eyes and hair, you have never looked more ethereal than in this moment. Your strength and focus never fail to amaze Bayek. He sees you as his equal in all matters, though his kisses say otherwise. Passionate and all consuming of your being. Yet even such a focused man is keen to matters of the heart, and his calls for you when he finds the Order and is taken away for his work.

H,A,Y,T,M

A traditional man of sorts, Haytham likes to you spoil you in such ways. Fine clothes and some jewelry, along with long walks in town squares to show you off (in his own way). Being the significant other of the leader of Templars means you are privy to secrets, but Haytham has his reasons (at least he likes to think so). Aside from that, he adores your wit and humor and when away, likes to imagine the fun banter you two would have. He would absolutely be the type to want to marry you, falling into a peaceful domestic routine of sorts.

A,M,U,N,E,T (Aya)

Before and after becoming a Hidden One, Aya admired your presence. You were there for her through the worst of times and when she founded the Assassin’s with Bayek. Being her spouse, co-founder, fellow partner in crime means you have a leader of a wife who also enjoys a good time. She adores you, and you her, calling each other “my love” or “goddess”. Traveling together adds a sense of thrill and excitement in new places, although if you’re ever homesick, Aya/Amunet wants you to share that with her.

E,D,W,A,R

Life on the high seas can be rambunctious but Edward can count on your leadership. Sometimes. When you’re not getting into the crew’s shenanigans. Your fun-serious side, with a dash of ruthlessness, is one of the many becoming qualities he admires in you. When you’re not cracking jokes or death defying stunts/schemes, Kenway does have a softer side to him. Going out of his way to talk to you, or when you sees you off in a distance, daydreams how you’re buying his favorite rum for him as a gift or protecting him. Do you think of him as much as he does you? Or do you remember the time he covered you with a blanket one cold night?

J,A,C,O,B

You had been best friends with Jacob, but even the laughs and glances couldn’t fill the you-shaped hole in his heart. When you finally got together, there was never a shortage of admiration on his part about all that he admires about you, including your fun side. That being said, he’s a passionate man who is not shy about making it known how he feels about you, despite Evie’s teasing, and if a Rook tries to get chummy with you they find out real fast! Maybe laying it on a bit thick with the compliments but you know he’s genuine. He likes to scale the rooftops with you to get the best views, especially at sunset. If you ever have nightmares/panic attacks, Jacob knows what that feels like and he’s more than willing to help you through it.

C,O,N,R

Connor didn’t expect to fall in love after trying to rebuild, but you were a welcomed exception in his life. When he first started catching feelings, he thought it was subtle until your eyes met his and he turned away with a blush creeping on his cheeks. He may not be the most traditional romantic but once you realize what he’s doing, you’re touched by how sweet he is. Once you’re together, Connor’s little nicknames for you are along the lines of “love, dove” or maybe something floral. If you ever have nightmares/panic attacks, that soothing voice calms you down as he holds you close.

E,V,I

Unlike her twin, Evie likes to think she was refined and focused until she met you. Then her more carefree, free-spirited fluoridated when she spent more time with you. Jacob likes to tease that you’re a “bad influence”. She sees you as her equal in every way and comes to realize that even in the most trying times, she can let her walls down for you. She values you, in all ways a loving significant other can: your opinions, your ideas, your wants.

K,A,S,N,D,R

Kassandra is a woman who’s naturally curious and takes an interest your activities/hobbies, be it pottery or sword sparring. Her kisses are heated, gripping to you as if you’re her tether. She imagines a simple life with you at times, living out the rest of your years by the beach. If there’s anything you have set your sights on, your Amazonian love is in your corner 1000%. Romance is not her strongest suit, but you know she tries and that’s all that matters. I don’t know Ancient Greek dialect, but I’d imagine nicknames would be something like “sweetie” or “darling”.

A,L,E,X,I,O,S

Alexios did not expect to have a family again (Kassandra and his mother), let alone the heart of you. He respects and values you as his equal, and all that you do. He enjoys hunting, sailing and some sparring with you, and encourages you if you want to improve yourself. After settling down, your presence inspires him to be more at peace. He doesn’t have to be closed off or hesitant or the simplest actions. When he confessed, Alexios gripped tightly onto you, pouring every ounce of his soul into words. You gladly accept, and soon are pulled close to him in the tightest hug and sweetest kiss. After that, you could be doing the most mundane thing and Alexios looks at you as if you’re Queen of Olympus itself.

E,I,V,O,R

Eivor admires you, loves you, their beloved and equal in every way. An inspiration to fight to see tomorrow with you. Not “showy” with their emotions, or the most blatantly romantic, Eivor still has those moments where they want to be near you at every moment. Making sure you’re well fed, taken care of, or warm during the harsh winters. You’re a much valued and loved person in Eivor’s life, someone worth protecting amidst this dangerous lifestyle.

A,L,T,I,R

Though he won’t outright admit it, Altair admires your skill as a fellow assassin in training (mostly as an excuse to be near you). As long as Maria and Malik don’t rib him that the arrogant “novice” has finally been bested. If anything, it indirectly inspires him to do better/push himself to which you tease him relentlessly, but he’ll gladly take it since it’s you. When he finally confessed to you, the tense pause almost killed him (fearing you’d say no) only to return your hug ten fold in an iron grip. Cupping the back of your head. In the younger years, you two daredevils were always seeking out the highs of being an Assassin but mellow out with age. Still, that romance never dies with affectionate banter and nicknames, and gentle touches.

A,V,E,L,I,N

Aveline enjoys shopping with you or even taking (much needed) long walks with you. She sees you as her equal, and values your opinion, be it for both Assassin and other non-related matters. She’s faced betrayal and heartache but you’re an inspiration that there’s always a better tomorrow, no matter how small some victories may be. You confessed to her one night, and it was one of the happiest moments in Aveline’s life, the day you called her “my rose”. One of the loveliest, genuine aspects of her life, Aveline treasures her life with you.

[strwbmei]

Hi Mei, i suddently had an idea for a request. Theresa Apocalypse X reader (Gender neutral) fluff headcanons in where the reader's body is covered in scars also on their lip (Kinda like toji from jujutsu kaisen or ezio from assassin's creed). It's mostly comfort and fluff, it could be platonic or romantic since tecnically Theresa is an adult. If you feel uncomfortable by this, please ignore it

I don't write for Theresa unfortunately, but I think she'd be the type to think your scars are cool instead of being worried about them. Though, if you're a normal civilian or someone who isn't really supposed to be fighting, she'd definitely be a bit concerned. Theresa grew up surrounded by Valkyries, so to her, scars are a sign of strength and a victorious battle and she'd gladly tell you that if you felt insecure about them.

[getdownonfryeday]

The Assassins and Templars Finding You Asleep (Part 1)

A/N - This is so funny because it's been in my drafts for two years

Altaïr: Sighs and smirks at you when he spots you fallen asleep. He picks you up bridal style; kissing your forehead before laying you down on your shared bed. It happens quite often.

Ezio: When he's back from a mission and sees you fallen asleep from reading a book, either he carries you back to your room or he takes off his armor and cuddles next to you, more so if it's cold and you're both in front of the fireplace.

Connor: He goes full mother eagle mode and carries you to bed. He tries not to wake you up as he takes you to your room, but you usually end up doing so and nuzzle into his chest. He's just so warm.

Edward: Considering you're on a ship, you end up falling asleep in the captain's quarters. This usually happened when you get hold of a new map with information on which Templars went where. Edward's amazed at how you can fall asleep amidst all the ruckus outside, and he carries you to his bed where he brings you into a warm embrace.

Shay: He smiles and kneels beside you, holding your hand and bringing it to his lips for a kiss. Shay then proceeds to carry you in his strong arms, and lays you on the bed. He kisses your cheek before leaving again to join Haytham on another mission. (I'll be back soon love, I promise.)

Haytham: The Templar is normally exhausted, especially with the mountains of paperwork. At around midnight, he comes back home to see you asleep on the couch, probably waiting for him. Haytham smiles and covers you with a blanket, not wanting to move you as you might wake up. He leaves a small note, apologizing for coming home late again but promising to compensate. You find the note delivered to you by a servant the following morning.

[grace-writes-shit]

When My Back Was Turned (Ezio Auditore X Reader)

Words: 3645

Warnings/Themes: Injury, Violence, Blood, Not Quite Character Death, Angst, Fluff

Characters/Pairings: Ezio x Reader, Claudia, Mario, Maria (briefly mentioned)

A/N: This is just something I’ve been working on and finally decided to post. I almost didn’t. This isn’t the whole story that I wrote, there is more to the ending, but it felt too rushed for me to want to post it. Some background information for this one, I imagined the reader/ this character as ten years younger than Ezio. And in a form of self-indulgence, she comes from a world where AC is just a game, but I imagine it also has it’s version of Templars and Assassins that no one knows about. Thanks for reading!

They limped up to the villa, having abandoned their horses at the stables at the entrance to the village. Eyes had been glued to the battered pair from the moment they had approached. He wasn’t as badly beaten as she was, only sporting a split lip, a sprained wrist, and various cuts and bruises. He held her upright with an arm gently around her waist. He didn’t want to jostle her bruised, possibly fractured, ribs or her recently dislocated shoulder. She was bleeding from multiple wounds along her face and hands.

They were on their way to what was supposed to be a simple visit to Monteriggioni that turned into an ambush by some mountain bandits. Ezio had made it out relatively well and was already running away, thinking that his wife was just behind him. However, her shout of surprise told him otherwise.

As she had been about to follow him, a couple bandits grabbed her. And before she knew it, they had shoved her over the cliff face. It felt like she had rolled for hours when it had been mere seconds before her hand grabbed onto a young tree sprouting from the rock. It groaned and cracked under her added weight and threatened to break. Upon catching herself, her already damaged body smacked the rock and a sickening pop sounded as her arm left its socket.

Ezio had immediately jumped into action, swiftly dispatching the remaining attackers, and rushing to the cliff's edge. His heart hammered in his chest at the sight of her clinging to that sapling for dear life. She was too far down for him to grab her and she definitely wouldn’t be able to climb back up with her shoulder. Thinking fast, he stripped the cloaks and capes from the fallen bandits and tied them together into a makeshift rope. She could barely keep a hold of it as he pulled her back up to safety.

He held her close to him, petting her sweaty and bloody hair. He whispered comforting words to her as she shook against him. He knew she was scared of heights and falling, the reason for her refusing to free-run on certain buildings and to do a Leap of Faith, unless absolutely necessary. However, in this situation, she hadn’t been in control and it terrified her.

Once she had quieted down, Ezio sat her up properly and told her he needed to reset her shoulder. She had nodded somberly and let him pop it back into place without a peep. Ezio almost found it amusing how she can take the pain of a dislocated shoulder with only a wince, but she couldn’t handle heights. But now wasn’t the time to tease her.

Recovering their horses that had run off with their packs, the pair made their way back to Monteriggioni.

A doctor was already waiting for them as they entered the villa, some kind villager sending for one when they saw the two. Mario and Claudia stood with the doctor, the older female’s hands over her mouth, and Y/N was practically unconscious by the time they made it to the trio.

Mario swept up to take the woman into his arms, allowing Ezio to cradle his wrist and follow them into their shared room. (Y/n) was placed gently on the bed and the doctor immediately began his treatment. Ezio collapsed into the chair at the foot of the bed, his armor digging uncomfortably into his flesh.

“What happened?” Mario began his interrogation before Ezio could get his bearings. Shaking his head, Ezio began to carefully remove his armor. Claudia was already helping the doctor remove (Y/n)’s, who moaned in pain. The younger man’s eyes fixed on her at the sound.

Seeing that his nephew was not going to answer him now, Mario rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. Until (Y/n) was cared for and out of danger, Mario knew Ezio wouldn’t speak to anyone about the mission. This wasn’t the first time this has happened, but it is the worst condition either of them had been in in a long time.

“Once you two are rested, meet me in my office to discuss what happened.” Mario placed a hand on Ezio’s shoulder, squeezing gently. The younger man simply nodded, not wanting to take his eyes off his wife.

Nearly an hour later, (Y/n)’s wounds were patched up and Claudia had changed her into a loose shirt and pants. Ezio’s wrist had been wrapped and put into a sling and his lip cared for. He had moved his chair to be right next to her as she slept, tucked into the bed and her favorite blanket pulled up to her nose, just the way she liked it. He wished he could curl up with her in that bed, but on doctor’s orders, she was not to be moved around too much or her ribs would not heal properly.

Ezio knew he should probably go find his uncle but speaking to anyone and leaving his wife’s side didn’t sound very appealing. So he sat in his chair, watching as her eyes flickered behind her eyelids. She must be having a bad dream. As she often does after a particularly bad mission.

He reached over and stroked her cheek with his good hand, smiling softly when she nuzzled into his hand. She would probably wake in the morning grumpy and very hungry. An angel when she was asleep but a terrifying beast upon awakening. Ezio smiled wider at the thought. She would definitely kill him had she known his thoughts.

At some point in the late evening, Claudia knocked and left some food on the table next to him, squeezing his shoulder and telling him to eat and rest. He nodded and picked at the food. The roasted duck didn’t quite smell or taste as appealing as it did when he wasn’t consumed with worry.

Many times has he tried to convince his wife to retire from Assassin duties, to stay safe and live life to the fullest while she was still young. But those conversations usually ended with him sleeping on the floor and her not speaking to him for a full evening. How dare he think that she would ever let him face the dangers they did alone.

After eating as much as he could stomach, he carefully stripped from his robes and stepped behind the partition in the room. A tub filled with water sat in the corner, filled earlier with hot water by a maid. By now the water was less than lukewarm, but he hardly felt it as he lowered himself in. She had already been cleaned by Claudia with a cloth and a basin of water.

The partition was positioned so he could still see her on the bed when he leaned back. On his own terms, he would have just climbed into bed after changing into a sleeping shirt, but since he began courting her, she always refuses him to enter her bed unless clean.

‘I don’t want my bed smelling like blood, metal, and sweat!’ She had yelled at him early on in their relationship. No matter where they were if there was a bed, she had to be clean before entering it. He figured it came from whatever futuristic upbringing she had.

He still vividly remembers that day, he had just brought the Apple to Leonardo’s workshop with his uncle and Niccolò for the artist to study. When Leonardo had reached out to touch it a bright, golden light engulfed the room and a figure fell from thin air. Ezio had rushed forward to catch the person.

She was unconscious and dressed in strange clothes. But he wouldn’t lie, this stranger was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. In the next few days they had found out she came from a different world, far in the future. She had been tasked by a being called Minerva to guide Ezio on his journey.

Six years had now gone by and she had since become a master assassin and his wife. His gaze fell down to his bruised knuckles. A gold wedding band laid just above one, on his left ring finger. He didn’t normally wear it on missions but seeing as how this was supposed to be just a visit back to Monteriggioni, he had worn it proudly. It had a red smudge of blood on it. Removing it from his finger, he washed it in the waters.

Finishing up in the tub, he threw on a sleeping shirt and stepped quietly over to the bed. He was always hesitant when sleeping with her when she was injured. He was either a fitful sleeper or a cuddler. Neither one is very good for her injured state. But he knew she wouldn’t rest as well without him next to her. So being cautious, he placed a few pillows between them before fully settling in. He laid on his side, careful of his wrist, and gently stroked a knuckle across her soft cheek.  

Her lips quirked up and she turned her head to nuzzle into his hand. He let a gentle smile take over his face. Even battered and weary, she still found a reason to smile. Pride swelled in his chest at being the reason for her smiles most of the time. A truly beautiful thing to behold.

“Buonanotte, amore mio.” He withdrew his hand, but let it rest on her stomach. As his eyes closed, he felt calloused fingers wrap around his.

“Buonanotte, Bello.” Her voice was raspy and quiet, but it was still the sweetest sound he'd ever heard.

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A knock to the solid wood door roused him from his dreamless sleep. As predicted, he had moved a lot in his sleep. Now he laid on his back, arms sprawled out and one leg tossed over the barrier of pillows, his foot tucked under her leg. The sheets had bunched around his waist and the duvet tossed over her slumbering body. Drool was crusted to the side of his mouth and his hair was in disarray. She, of course, looked positively heavenly, despite her injuries.

Rising from the bed, Ezio straightened his appearance and moved to the door as a second knock sounded. The kind Doctor from the previous day had returned, most likely to change her bandages. Behind the elderly man was Claudia, a tray with fruits, bread, and two small bowls of soup on it.

“Ah, Dottore, Buongiorno. Come in.” Ezio stepped to the side, letting the two into the room. He excused himself to behind the partition to change into more presentable clothes. It was somewhat difficult with only one good arm, but he managed. After struggling to button his shirt up with one hand he gave up, stepping out from the partition. Claudia rolled her eyes and buttoned his shirt up for him.

“Nothing but a child.” She grumbled, poking him roughly in the chest. He chuckled, rubbing the spot.

“Careful, Claudia, I still have uses for him.” A raspy voice came from the bed. Claudia’s attention snapped over to her sister-in-law.

“(Y/N)!” The siblings rushed to the bed, leaving enough space for the doctor. “How are you feeling?” Claudia questioned. The younger woman gave a pained smile as the Doctor peeled back the bandage on one of her deeper wounds.

“Like hell, to be honest. And I’d kill for some ibuprofen…” She bit her lip and pressed her head further into the pillows when the doctor dabbed an alcohol-soaked rag into the wound. Ezio took a step closer, worry flooding his veins. He truly hated seeing her in such a state. He was beating himself up inside for not getting to her sooner.

“I can give you a poultice to take the edge away around your ribs.” The doctor began rewrapping her wounds. “I’d advise you twist or move around as little as possible for the next few weeks to give your ribs time to heal, and only wear loose clothing. Your other bandages must be changed every eight hours.”

“Grazie, Dottore.” The woman nodded in appreciation. The doctor smiled and set a small jar of the poultice on the bedside table. After giving a few instructions on the next few weeks of healing, he bid the three farewell and departed.

“I’m glad you’re already doing better, mia sorella.” Claudia sat on the edge of the bed, taking Y/N’s hand in hers. “You had me worried sick seeing you return like that.” She lightly scolded.

“Sorry, Claudia. Next time I’ll tell those bandits to not attack us. Just because you worry about me.” Y/N smiled.

“Piccola merda.” The two women laughed, only to be cut off from the grunt of pain from the junior. Ezio finally stepped forward, still silent as before. He took the jar and removed the lid, setting it on the table.

Claudia stood up out of the way of the man on a mission. His face was drawn into a concentrated frown and he refused to look at his wife’s scratched-up face. With stiff and precise movements, he pulled up her shirt to just under her breast. Her skin was a vivid purple, the bruise forming overnight. His brows furrowed deeper at the sight.

His sister excused herself, sensing that the two needed to talk. But not before directing her brother to make sure to feed his wife the soup she had brought. He merely grunted in response, dipping two fingers into the greasy concoction.

Despite his angry demeanor and calloused hands, his touch was feather-light on her skin as he spread the poultice on her ribs. Her eyes didn’t leave his face as he worked. It had been so long that either one of them had been injured like this that Ezio was having a hard time controlling his emotions.

“Bello…” Her voice was just a whisper, but it had his finger freezing over her skin. He sniffed and grabbed a rag to wipe his hands clean. “Ezio. Look at me.” Her fingers closed around his wrist, tugging him down to sit next to her. He slowly brought his eyes up to meet hers. And the tears immediately sprung to his eyes.

“Oh, my love…” Her own vision blurred with tears and she threaded her fingers with his. “It’s okay, I’m okay.”

“I should have been faster… I should have made sure you were following me…I’m so sorry, mia bella.” He covered his face with his free hand, the other squeezing her fingers. His chest constricted with suppressed sobs.

“Ezio.” Her voice was soft but stern. He managed to look at her again. “This is not your fault. You had no way of knowing what was going to happen, not even your sixth sense could have predicted this… I don’t blame you for this happening, so I don’t want you to blame yourself either.”

He sniffled and wiped the tears from his face.

“And besides, I promised to kick the ass of anyone who wronged you. So don’t make me kick your ass when I get out of this bed.” She gave him her signature lopsided grin. He let a laugh escape him despite the want to sob instead.

“Now, I’m starving, so help me sit up.”

“Sì, Signora.” Ezio helped her up and placed the tray of food in her lap. There was just enough for the two of them. They ate in silence for a few minutes, not realizing how hungry they were.

“The real tragedy here though is that I think I lost my hairpin down the side of that cliff.” She pouted as she popped a strawberry into her mouth. The dainty gold hairpin had been an anniversary gift from Ezio two years ago and she wore it every time they took a break.

Ezio chuckled. “I shall buy you all the hairpins until the void of missing that one is filled.”

“Oh, my dear, I fear your wallet will weep. As it may take all the hairpins in the world for the hole in my chest to be filled.” She feigned distress, pressing the back of her bandaged hand to her forehead.

A yawn suddenly forced its way from her, stretching her chest painfully.

“You should sleep, it will help you heal.” Ezio cleared the tray and set it next to the door. His wrist twinged. He almost forgot his own injury. Despite the pain though, he once again helped his wife lay down and pulled the blankets up to her chin. Her eyes batted slowly up at him; her lips pursed ever so slightly. He huffed a laugh and bent down to press a slow kiss to her waiting lips.

“I will be back before you wake again, mia bella.” After kissing her forehead, he made sure she closed her eyes then left the room. He had to report to his uncle about the attack. Not something he looked forward to.

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It took a little less than six weeks for her to be fully healed. Her ribs still twinged dully when she twisted wrong, but daily stretches were quickly strengthening her muscles again. Ezio had finally broken his moody attitude now that she was up and walking.

The pair had stayed in Monteriggioni while she healed but constantly corresponded with the others in the Brotherhood. But today, the two were finally returning to Venezia to continue their search for Savonarola and The Apple.

She knew Ezio was anxious to resume their search, but despite being injured, she was glad they had somewhat of a break. She knew it would be around this time that Savonarola would be making his way into Firenze to steal control from the Medici. In the next three years, they will be storming the city to take down the corrupt monk. And then they won’t have a moment to breathe.

“Tesoro, are you ready to go?” Ezio’s voice brought her back from her thoughts. She smiled up at her husband and nodded. They were already packed and had their horses ready for the long journey. She hugged Mario, Claudia, and Maria goodbye as they met them at the town's entrance. She mounted her horse, Ezio on his horse trotting up next to her.

Waving, the pair left the town. And for the next eight years, they fought tooth and nail against the Templars. They defeated Savonarola, regained the apple, took down Rodrigo, and returned to Monteriggioni. Got run out of said town and came to Rome. Together, they began the rebellion against Cesare, starting with destroying the machines he forced Leonardo to make for him.

The two had destroyed all but one, the naval cannon. Following the engineer and getting past the guards was the easy part. Burning the blueprints was also easy. But when it came to actually destroying the machine and the naval fleet, that had proved to be more difficult.

Ezio rowed the gondola while she manned the Cannon. And slowly but surely, they dispatched the large ships. They had survived a few near-hits, the small boat rocking violently, the ropes and extra ammunition sliding around on the floor.

She cheered as the last ship went down in flames, Ezio breathlessly laughing next to her. His arms were on fire from rowing.

Y/N turned the Cannon, facing down onto itself. She looked over to her husband with a grin. “Would you care to do the honors, messere?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Ezio wrapped his hand around the firing mechanism, “Perdonatemi, Leonardo.” He pulled back on the lever and they both turned to dive off the side of the boat.

But as she had said once, many years ago, they could not have predicted this.

As the boat had been rocking from enemy fire, and she moved around, a rope had looped itself into the perfect snare around her foot. When she jumped from the boat, it tightened, the other end is tied off on the metal machine. She had dived perfectly, was swimming next to Ezio as the explosion went off.

And then she was yanked back.

As the Cannon sunk to the bottom of the bay the rope tightened even more around her leg. She was quickly running out of air as she tried to free herself. Her hidden blade picked the wrong time to jam, if only she cleaned it as often as she should have.

Ezio was just about to break the surface when he turned to look at her. And his blood went as cold as the water around him. Managing to take a deep breath at the surface, he dove back down, swimming as fast as he could. She was sinking fast, faster than he could keep up. He watched desperately as she finally gave up, looking up at him and giving him an apologetic smile.

“NO!” The word only came out as a bubbled scream, mixing with the last bit of air leaving her body. Her eyes slipped shut and she descended into the dark depths. Out of his vision.

Not caring about his swiftly depleting oxygen supply, Ezio continued to swim after her. His lungs burned and his arms and legs grew slower. Just when he thought he was going to pass out as well, a bright golden light illuminated the bay, he could see the outline of the Cannon as it sunk. But not her.

The ache in his chest became too much and his body moved to the surface on its own. His head broke the surface and he gasped for air. His body was filled with relief, but his mind was a typhoon of emotions. Panic, confusion, grief.

He knew that light, he had seen it fourteen years ago when she first entered this world.

And just as she had come, she disappeared just as quickly.

[itseivwhore]

|Ezio Auditore x Reader| (Modern)

My house is just beside a little forest,so I often go there almost all the time.But during the Summer I specifically go in that forest to pick up some blackberries that grow there every year.The other day I went there to pick them up…for finding out that there was absolutely NOTHING.I honestly was pretty disappointed.But I enjoyed walking in that forest like always,it was like:COTTAGECORE VIBES CHEEEEEEEKK!!!And why just a mini one-shot with Ezio?I don’t know,most likely because me and my friend have been talking about him A LOT lately ( ;) ti amo tanto),and he was the first one that came in my mind.So sì,have this little little little drabble I wrote just for fun.

°Of sunkissed skin and brown eyes°

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Slowly,almost lazily walking side by side,shoulders brushing against each other,the sound of their light,velvety footsteps on the grass was the only sound that interrupted the quiet of that late August afternoon;a fresh breeze moved the branches of the tall trees that flanked them;the sun,shyly hidden behind thick,grey clouds-a presage od an eminent rain-still gave out some weak,warm rays that blended into the treetops,casting a carpet of strange shadows on a soft,green ground.

The wind that there was on that evening carried with it the pleasant and light smell of the last trees in bloom;and it also carried away,and above all,their discreet and silent promises of love,whispered in barely audible murmurs,their happy phrases,their delicate laughters:that quiet breeze led them away,held them and kept them with it,making them slowly dance in the air for a few endless moments,and entrusted them to the dark sky.

They walked together,side by side,talking,smiling,kissing,laughing:fingers touching each other slowly,craving their delicate touches,shiny eyes meeting,the intense gaze of him lost in the soft one of her,looking at her as if she was something unique,rare,ancestral,a precious to treasure:Y/n was the object of a deep and unimaginable admiration for Ezio.

He loved to see her walk,so gracefully,among the tall trees,her hands resting gently on their old dark barks;he loved to see how her h/c hair fluttering slightly when she moved,and how she closed her eyes,being caressed and rocked by the breeze,to say the least;he adored,in a boundless and indescribable way,how the corners of her mouth raised up in a proud and mischievous smile whenever she discovered he was watching her;he adored seeing her e/c eyes litting up with a genuine happiness when she managed to find more blackbarries;he adored how she lowly hissed when some thorns of the tangles stung her.

The young Auditore was totally and utterly enamoured by every little gesture she did,by every word and sound that left her lips,by every aspect of her whole being:he was anamoured by Y/n.He loved her madly,insanely,immensely.

And she loved him just as much:Y/n loved the way he followed her every steps;loved how she caught him-very often too-watching her with a dreamy expression on his face;she loved how the weak sunbeams kissed his tan skin,and how it made his brown eyes became lighter,pools of acient honey;she loved how he always guided her through the old path,his warm,big hand on her shoulder,adoring at how his touch and grip felt firm yet gentle on her skin;she loved to hear his warnings,said with such a caring and worried voice.

They were both glad and happy to be there,on the green hills of Tuscany,undisturbed,together.

It was Ezio’s idea to go and pick up some blackbarries that grew right on some hills,that gave a wonderful view of the vast green fields not far from his villa;and certainly Y/n did not think twice about it,accepting.

~~~

The young woman sharply turned around when she heard Ezio humming loudly:an expression of pure pleasure was on his face,eyes closed and lips wet and dirty with the dark juices of the blackberries he was eating,one hand inside the wooden basket full of those little black fruits he was holding.

“Ezio!“ Y/n shouted,trying to assume a serious expression,but failing miserably in seeing his face.Hearing himself called so loudly,the guy opened his eyes in a flash,finding himself in front of his fiancée.

”Cosa?“ he asked her,raising up an eyebrow,throwing yet another blackberry inside his mouth,a provocative gesture on his part,smiling smugly when the young woman gave him an exasperated look,amusement glistening in his brown eyes.

"I told you that you can’t eat them” she answered him in a calm voice,taking a few steps forward and approaching him,gently taking the basket from his hands,turning around again and resuming on picking up some more blackberries.

“Sì,you told me that I can’t eat some of them…” he started in a nonchalant tone “But you didn’t tell me that I couldn’t eat them all,dolcezza” Ezio replied in a smart voice,stretching an arm out from behind her and taking another little fruit,swiftly taking his hand away when she slightly slapped it.

“I remind you that we need them for the cake.We can’t eat the cake if we don’t have enough blackberries.Simple as that” Y/n explained calmly,her concentrated gaze did not move from the tangle where the berries grew,carefully picking them one by one,for then placing them in the basket.

As she continued to do this,she heard Ezio chuckling silently,and almost suddenly she felt his hands resting on her hips,taking in her curves,humming lowly,endless shivers running along her back when she felt his velvety touch on her body,his hot breath against her skin.

“I would rather eat something else…” the young man purred in a low,sensual and temptalizing voice;and she swore to feel and perceive a smug little smile when he pressed his lips against her neck,leaving a trail of lazy and chaste kisses allong her skin,smiling against the soft flesh when he heard her laughing,writhing under his touch when he playfully bit her cheek.

Grabbing her waist,squeezing them sometimes,he suddenly turned her around,making the young woman face him.She tilted her head to one side in an interrogatory gesture when she noticed that he was looking at her in a confused manner,thick eyebrows frowning in a thoughtful expression.

“I’m worried” he finally spoke,raising his chin up and looking down at her,only the cheerful singing of the swallows interrupting the quite that had suddenly fallen between the young couple.Y/n meanwhile,looked at him with an expression of pure concern,her e/c eyes never leaving his brown ones.

“You didn’t kiss me yet” Ezio concluded in a strong tone,taking an attitude of sorrow,looking at her with a false disappointment,the slight smirk he had on his scarred lips just miserably betrayed his offended expression.On the other hand,she burst into a purely amused laugh as she heard the firm statement of her boyfriend,deteaching from him slightly.

“I thought you were serious!” she exclaimed,looking at him in a surprised way,laughing again:but the young Auditore always kept his seriousness.

“What makes you think that I was not?” Ezio asked her with a determined tone,raising an eyebrow in a smart way,spreading his arms,amazed when he saw Y/n take a few steps back and come back to pick up the blackberries.

“I kissed you some minutes ago” she defended herself,making a vague gesture with her hands,biting her bottom lip when she was sure that he couldn’t see her action:she knew very well that nothing and nobody would stop him to get what he wanted…and she also knew,very well,that Ezio knew how to be persuading.

“I will die” he replied promptly,

his loud voice,his theatrical and dramatic ways;and once again on that late afternoon at the end of Summer,she found herself in his strong arms,swinging gently and slowly from one side to the other,as if he were cradling her.

“Of what?” Y/n then asked,resting a hand gently on his arm around her side,beginning to caress his knuckles,her voice only a light,barely audible whisper for the rest of the world if not for him.

“Of starvation.I need your kisses.Ora” saying that with such need and desire-nowhere close in being malicious-he gently took her chin between two fingers,moving her head to the side,bringing his face closer to her one.And they kissed,slowly,lovingly,soft lips against each other,the hand that previously was on his arm,slided up behind his neck,pulling him closer.

They both deteached from the long,almost breathtaking kiss,him only humming lowly as he pressed yet another kiss on her cheek,purposedly snuggling his bearded face on her skin,closing his eyes when he heard the melodic sound of her giggles leaving her mouth once again in that endless afternoon.Y/n sighed slightly,relaxing,leaning her back against his broad chest,his chin now placed on her shoulder.

“Happy?” she suddenly asked him,looking over her shoulder to caste a small,pleasured smile forming on his lips as he nodded slowly,the arms around her middle just tightening more.

“Tantissimo” he murmured in a low and happy voice,Y/n only smiling more widely every time he spoke in Italian;she loved everything about that part of him:when he would mutter curses under his breath when he was focused,or when he would call her with sweet nicknames that never failed to make her heart flutter;or when,in the heat of the moment,with her between his arms,with his forehead pressed against her own,with a burning flame in his eyes,he whispered on her lips how much he loved her in his language.

But the young woman shook her head slightly,feeling her cheeks heating up at the memories of all these passionate nights.Ezio’s low voice near your her helped her to concentrate again.

“Guarda” he whispered to her in a thread of voice,his arm sliding from around her body,his hand now resting on her waist,squeezing slightly,enough to completely catch her attention.Y/n closely followed his gaze,beyond the hills,where vast green soils alternated with numerous orchards and vineyards.

“There is an abandoned church,beyond that hill…do you see it?” Ezio pointed out to her,stretching an arm out and pointing to what used to be a stone building,erecting,though in its smallness,among the sumptuous and shapely hills,a small tower supported next to the church.

“One day I will take you there” Ezio promised her,whispering this in a candid tone,pressing a light kiss on her cheek.She turned around slowly,her e/c eyes meeting his brown ones,getting lost in these two big cesspools,no longer illuminated by the rays of the sun.She looked at his calm face for a few moments,thoughtful.

“Why not now? Why not today?” Y/n asked,hoping that made her beautiful e/c eyes glisten;the corners of her mouth that rose in a small smile fought between hilarity and seriousness when she saw that,once again,Ezio quickly took another blackberry from the basket.Holding the fruit,he pointed up at the sky:the grey clouds,which used to be just a few dark wads in a bright sky,were now bigger,obscuring the sun’s rays once and for all,thus hiding a magnificent sunset hidden under that thick layer of clouds.

“It will rain soon” the young Auditore explained to her,chewing the little berry fruit with taste,humming loudly,savoring its sweet taste.A thunder growled loudly all of a sudden,the loud sound that,once repeated in deep echoes in that quiet atmosphere,was gradually fading away.

But when Ezio lowered his gaze on her,seeing how hopeful her eyes where,how pleading her face looked,a low chuckle left his mouth,stretching a hand out and carressing her soft cheek with the back of his hand.He slightly sighed,a ghost of a smile tugging his lips up.

“I just am not able to say ‘no’ to you,mh?”

~~~

They immediately arrived in the abandoned church,both of them breathlessly,pants taking their breath away,their chests rising and lowering quickly,their hearts beating wildly,their hair wet and sticky on their faces.It started raining just when they had just begun to make their way to the church;at first walking quickly,and then beginning to run under what had become a downpour,holding hands.

Y/n let go of her hand from his own,starting to slowly walk inside the church,her soft and flush steps resounded in a thousand echoes,breaking against the old dark walls of the church.Stretching a hand out,she started to trace the dirty stained glass of the long,tall mosaics with her fingers,looking with absorbed and amazed air at all that surrounded her.The wild ivy had penetrated through the chipped windows,continuing its path and climbing even the cold walls of that forgotten place,though fascinating in all its decadence.

Ezio,who up to that moment had been bent in two,with his hands resting on his knees to catch his breath,looked fascinated and captured by the figure of Y/n,who had now stopped in the middle of old wooden benches while she was looking at the paintings ruined by the years.He smiled to himself,his eyes did not move away from her even for a moment,observing her intensely.

“I just could take you right here,you know that,tesoro?Mh?” he uttered from all of sudden,smirking with a knowing grin when she turned around and looked at him in an amazed way,his excited eyes wondered all over her body,noticing how her wet clothes hugged her body more.

All thanks to the rain.

“In a church?” Y/n asked in a perplexed tone,raising her eyebrows,gesturing at the place around them,stepping forwards towards Ezio,placing both of her hands on his chest,running them up and down on his broad shoulders,playing with some strand of his wet,dark hair.His hands found her hips,pulling her closer against himself,squeezing them,grimacing a bit as he placed and moved his glance around the church;then lowering his gaze down on her again,humming,giving her an inviting smile.

“It’s deconsecrated.I do not see the problem”

And perhaps Ezio was persuadable enough,with his soft gestures and with his velvet words,to convince her;and perhaps,most probably,in that place which had once been sacred,holy,both the noisy rain and their heated,passionate sounds resounded inside that church.

°*~ TrAnSlAtIoNs! ~*°

“Cosa?” = what?;

“Sì” = yes;

“Dolcezza” = literally,sweetness.Sweetheart/sweetie;

“Ora” = now;

“Tantissimo” = very much;

“Guarda” = look;

“Tesoro” = darling.

[kiatheinsomniac]

I'm so tired and if u wrote something abt cuddling Ezio I would cry tears of joy

Come to Bed

It was late and you were struggling to fall asleep, squinting at your obscured sketch in the dim candlelight of the room which you and Ezio shared. Shadows whispered in the corners and you could see the light of the moon hanging over Venice reflected off the canal below. It casted silvery ripples around the room that danced like faeries in midsummer on the ceiling, an enchanting allure surrounding the light. The window was ajar, letting the cool night breeze fill the room and refresh the air of the place.

A groan caused you to look to the right of the desk you were sitting it, spotting your lover, Ezio. His tan skin seemed to glimmer in the candlelight as the sheets bunches around his waist when he turned, arm stretching out over your side of the bed. When he was met with an empty mattress, his dark eyes opened to see you at the desk, his shirt falling loosely around your figure as you continued to sketch with your charcoal.

“Come to bed, piccina.” He spoke, his voice thick with sleep yet still as smooth as silk woven from honey and rich wine.

“Maybe later, I can’t sleep. You should get some more rest, amore.” He sighed and opened his arms instead.

“Oh, but it’ll feel so much better with you in my embrace.” He replied and you smiled softly at him, feeling your heart melt like butter as you blew out the candle, sniffling the desperate embers that remained with your thumb and forefinger.

The sheets were cool against your bare skin when you got under them and settled down against the softness of the pillows, your eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, glancing back up to the ripples of light on the ceiling.

“Turn over.” Ezio’s voice murmured gently as he gathered your silken tresses in his hand, carefully setting them out of the way as you turned your back to him and he came up behind you, lips delicately tracing your jaw. Those scarred lips ghosted down to the nape of your neck, planting a hot and lingering kiss there as his arms slipped around you. Your head rested on the firm bicep of one of his arms while the other was slung over your waist, forearm trailing up under his soft cotton shirt that you wore to push against your chest softly, holding you close.

“That’s much better.” You let out a sigh, melting against his touch and feeling his lips idly pepper the back of your neck and shoulders with kisses.

“I don’t think there’s anything better than these quiet moments with you in my arms, dolcezza.” He groaned quietly as his fingers idly traced your creamy skin. You could feel his steady heartbeat against your back and sighed contentedly. You reached down to bring his hand up to your mouth, covering it with sweet kisses like the touch of angels’ wings. He could feel you conpeleyelt relax and slacken in his hold. No matter how stressed or tense you were, he could always put you at ease and he adored knowing he was a safe heaven for you, wanting nothing other than your happiness.

“Ti amo, Ezio.” You murmured against his skin, feeling relaxed enough to drift off to sleep.

“Ti amo anch’io, mia bella.” He replied as he gave your body a gentle squeeze.

[pagiecakewritesstuff]

Saving a new brother (Ezio Auditore x reader AU)

Summary: Ezio needs to be saved, you are there to help him, but things turn out differently than in the original story.

Warnings: My English, nothing other than that. 

Florence was beautiful as always, the sun shone through the clouds, lighting the gallows below your feet as you carefully watched the scene from the rooftops. You wished to make a step, to help the Auditore family, but you knew that you couldn't do anything. Giovanni forbid that to you, his instructions only mentioned Ezio, the young boy who had to carry on with his legacy. And he was not even an assassin yet, but his thirst for revenge for his family will guide him through his training.

"FATHER NO!" That was Ezio. Without a look, you knew that half of the Auditore family was dead. Quickly taking a leap into a haystack below you scanned the crowd with your eagle vision. A mass of guards and... and Ezio, running into the safety shade of alleyways nearby. Clever boy, he tried to shake off the men against him.  Soon, as you followed him quietly, it turned out he wasn't skillful for that enough. You had to intervene, or else he would end up dead.

"Stop now or I disembowel every man remaining here chasing this boy, who is to you is green as grass in the ways of fighting." Stepping out of the cover of the crowd you hindered the way of the guards to Ezio. One of the men sneered to that move and leaned close to you, so you could even smell the malice in his breath.

"Who are you to this boy, his mother? He has his own sword to protect himself."

"Aye, he has." With a slack movement, you raised your own sword against the guard's chest. "But I think my steel suits you better, especially inside your chest. That would be a spectacular view, don't you think?"

Behind you Ezio stood lamely, the sound of his labored breath reaching your ears even.

"Leave now, or the night shall find you dead." Imperiously you made the men move with the edge of your sword now against his shoulder. He didn't resist and turned around with a grunt, the others followed him.

"Now, are you Ezio Auditore?" Ezio slightly winched when you addressed him.

"I am, my lady..."

"I'm a lady to no one." Noticing the baffled look at the boy's adolescent features you smiled. "I work in the darkness to serve the light..."

"You are an assassin."

"Akin to your father, but now your safety is prior to me. Follow." Without waiting for Ezio's response you started to walk down the street.

"Where are you taking me?" Upon hearing how exasperated Ezio's tone was you briefly glanced back at him.

"Out of Firenze, that's what I know now for sure. After that, the Creed will take you in if you are worthy enough to be one of us."

"My father and brothers..." He grabbed your arm to make you stop. "They should be buried decently."

"There is no time for that Ezio, later... Later you shall come back for their bodies, not now"

By the night the two of you were out of Firenze.

"My mother and sister... Are they in safety?" Ezio asked suddenly, riding his steed beside yours.

"In the city, yes. In situations like this women don't get hurt, but eventually, they'll have to move to another city." With an answer like that, you only tried to calm him down, whether what you stated was true or false, you didn't know.

"Are you going to be the one who comes back to them?" The boy looked hopefully at you. 

"If the Creed wants me to."

"I hope you'll be the one who helps  them, you are a great fighter."

"You didn't even see me fight." A brief laugh escaped your mouth. 

"Then a brave one."

"My title protects me. The guard knew that I am an assassin and he knew what I am able to do with him if he doesn't obey."

"I wish to be feared like this one day."

"If you are alike to your father then every man and woman in Italy will recognize your name."

"My father was this great?"

"Yes, but he grew old, his power faded, his death came from that."

Silence fell on both of you, Monteriggioni was close.

After a little scuffle with Pieri who tried stood in your way, you had nothing else to do than to leave Ezio with Mario.

"Will I see you again?" Ezio seemed downcasted after realizing that that's the time to say goodbye to you.

"You might." Grabbing the reins of your horse you turned the animal around, eyes still locked to Ezio's. "After you became an Assassin. The road is long to that moment, but the desire for revenge will guide you on your way."

"I don't know your name yet, how shall I find you later like that?"

"(y/n) (y/l/n). My next journey takes me to Venice for a long time, we might meet there next. Until that goodbye young Auditore."

A faint smile lightened up the boy's face.

"Farewell with you, (y/n)."

[tarjapearce]

Assassins and The first time you got sick ~

Altaïr : He would make sure you took your medicines, Even though you didnt like them one bit. Malik would help him out too, making soups and teas for you and your soon recovery. He doesn't looks like, but Altair dont like seeing his beloved bedridden. At all.

Ezio: He would get upset if he found you out of bed. He is both careful and fearful, since his brother Petruccio was often bedridden too. As soon as he finished an important mission, the first thing on his mind was you. Often he got you flowers and small notes, telling how you were on his thoughts all the time.

Connor: He would worry. Alot. Making sure you get enough rest, warm food and medicines. And as much as you tell him that you will be fine, he does it his way and remains on your room until you fall asleep. He doesnt mind at all, but he turns a bit more protective over you. Plus, he is at times your personal pillow and heat provider.

Edward: When certain dirty blonded haired pirate found out you were sick, The first thing he does? Plunder a spaniard shipment of medicines, just for you. He came and went by your place with the excuse of just getting info around the town. But deep down, he is worried and quite fearful. After his once beloved Caroline died of a disease, he is making sure you are fine by whatever means necessary.

Arno : Another worrywort!. Missions are important, but you are his priority. He is quite the nurse with you, drying the sweat off your forehead after the fever subsided, keeping you warm with his blankets, and of course, he preparing you teas, some foods and making sure you get enough rest.

Jacob : As sick as you are, the man never ceases to make you smile. He would finish his missions quicker and more reckless than usual, just to get to you. Evie would scold him, even though knowing is for naught. He would stay with you, telling you stories of things he has found interesting along his missions, feed you, and of course sneak up a small touch on your face or hands.

Evie : She would make sure you were well tucked in the sheets, got your medicines taken on time and even change your bedsheets if needed. She would read your favorite book until you were asleep. You apologized for making such a fuss, but growing with Jacob had gotten her a bit of experience.

Desmond: He would stay with you, even if he was the one falling asleep sometimes. He would bring in anything you need. Rebecca and Shaun would also visit you, and would tell how adorable Desmond looks at the drugstore buying your medicines and some personal toiletries, he would blush softly but your hand locked on his, makes it all worths it. Even Shaun's tauntings with buying the incorrect tampons brand.

I hope you have liked them. Thanks for reading! ♡ . And sorry for not being as active as I used to. Been working on some little thingies I will show you soon.

@heyellies @casuallybeinghere @unreadpoppy @assassins--and--hidden--blades @creednight @thebgassassin ( @assassinofmasyaf thank you! As I wrote the tags I saw your heart icon ♡ )

[im-not-a-writer]

One day- Ezio x Reader (fluff)

alright let's post another... let me know if there's anything you want me to write :3~~~~

The mornings normally start off this way, sunshine leaking in through the dark red curtains, birds chirping outside the window, and just like every morning you turn over on your side and your fingers slide across empty sheets. A sigh escapes your delicate lips as you allow your eyes to flutter open to see the empty bedside void of the one person you wanted to see the most, Ezio. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, the past few months in Venice were the busiest in years. There wasn’t many times when Ezio could be with you, of course you never put it against him no matter how upset or lonely it made you feel at times. You shook yourself away from your thoughts and started on your way to fill a bath, one foot in front of the other until you let out scream as a hand wrapped around your petite ankle. Your hand went toward the blade strapped to your thigh but stopped just short of the handle as you identified the person grabbing you.

“Ezio Auditore WHAT are you doing on the floor!?” You stared down at the brown haired assassin with a fire in your eyes and a furred brow.

“Buongiorno (good morning) to you too (F/N).” Ezio smiled softly as his grip softened on your ankle.

“Did you sleep here all night?!” You questioned, looking down at him still completely dressed in his assassin robes, armour and all.

Your eyes traveled over his sleepy form sprawled on the wood floor, even though he was covered head to toe in dirt and bloodstains and he reeked of the canal he was the most handsome man in the world, your heart fluttered as your eyes traced over his slightly exposed chest.

“Come on, you smell like the canale (canal) you sighed contently as you kneeled down to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Ugh and you taste like it too!” You pretended to gag as you pulled him off the floor and steadied him by placing your hands on his waist.

He smiled down at you with sleepy eyes and ran a hand through his tangled hair. You smiled softly, enjoying his presence even if it was only for a short amount of time. You started leading him towards the bathroom, snuggling slightly against his chest. Ezio smiled down at you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Bella donna i do not mean to intrude on our moment here but, the bed is the other direction.” Ezio pointed out sleepily.

“Si Ezio, but we aren’t going back to bed just yet.” You continued through the doorway of the bathroom together before you started tugging at his armour. “You are in need of a bath.”

Ezio let out a chuckle and slid his hand onto your waist pulling you flush against him. Your heart started to beat faster as he tugged on your nightgown slightly, exposing your bare shoulder. “A bagno (bath) sounds nice, very nice,” His smirked widened as his sleepiness started fading away.

“Ezio.” You started before you were cut off by a teasingly quick kiss on your lips. You smiled against his scar and kissed him in return while pulling him farther into the bathroom.

After finally getting him into the room you began drawing him a bath while he undressed himself in the corner, sloppily throwing his armour and robes onto the smooth floor. You could feel your cheeks growing redder and redder as each article of clothing hit the floor. It didn’t take long until the tub was filled with steaming water, you smiled contently and reached into a cup to your left to throw some lavender into the water making the sweet smell rise with the steam. You stirred the water slightly with your hands before standing up straight and placing a hand over your eyes as to not peek at a certain assassino. The same one that was currently wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards him.

Your faced flushed completely red as you shoved your head into his chest as to not peek or embarrass yourself even further.

“Tu cane (you dog), this isn’t the time,” You lightly hit his chest as he sighed contently and held you closer. “Ezio please the bath isn’t going to be warm forever.” You looked up to meet his gaze, your cheeks finally returning to their original shade. “You don’t want to waste water now do you?”

“Of course not tesoro (darling), that’s why i was thinking…” His signature smirk grew as his eyes went from you to the bath then back to you again.

You could feel the heat returning to your cheeks as you pushed him away with a small giggle. Ezio chuckled in reply before waving goodbye to you and slipping into the bath. While he was away bathing you decided to get ready for the day, dressing in a simple yet well fitting gown and fixing your (H/C) locks into your prefered style. After getting ready you leaned against the door to the bathroom and sighed contently as you heard ezio humming to himself inside, it’s been so long since you heard him hum and your heart started to ache just thinking about him leaving you again.

Some time passed and Ezio stepped through the doorway with a towel wrapped snuggly around his hips, the rest of him still dripping wet. You turned around to greet him and ask him a certain question but your train of thought was stopped dead in its tracks as your eyes caught the man before you, his toned chest still wet from the bath, the towel hanging low on his hips. There wasn’t much to do but stare, and as you did your cheeks got redder and redder. It’s not like you’ve NEVER seen a man naked it’s just you’ve never seen a man like Ezio naked. Your mind started to wander as you continued to memorize every inch of his exposed chest, you didn’t even notice when the olive skinned man in front of you started wrapping his arms around you. All it took was a kiss to get your mind to start working again.

Your stomach felt like it was going to explode with butterflies as Ezio deepened the kiss and pulled you closer. Lips moved in sweet harmony, like pieces of a puzzle until he pulled away and smiled deviously. He turned to grab his robes but stopped when he saw just how filthy they were.

“Ah cazzo (fuck), there’s no way I can wear these today..” He sighed and you picked them up smiling.

“I can have one of the maids do it, they’re always happy to help.” You suggested sweetly.

“Si, Si… but how am I supposed to… you know be an assassin without my robes?” He sighed and ran a hand through his still wet bangs.

“Well… maybe…” You sat down on the bed and stared at the sheets. “Maybe you could… take the day off?”

“(F/N) you know I can’t do that, the thieves they-” He started.

“They can handle ONE day doing their own work don’t you think?” You asked finally meeting his gaze.

He sighed and you knew you had him. “Ezio, you do so much for them, day and night you drop everything for them! Why not take one day, just one!”

The dark haired assassino let out another sigh and sat down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. You let one hand run through his damp hair while the other held his softly.

“Per favore (please) Ezio, just one day? We can do whatever you want.” You offered, a light tone in your voice.

“.... Whatever?” You could feel that signature smirk grace his lips.

“Si Ezio.. Whatever.” You nodded, slightly regretting your decision as his hands started to snake around your waist. Right away you knew nothing productive was going to happen for the rest of the day.

“Well… in quel caso (in that case),” He smiled wider as he tightened his grip around your waist in order to pick you up off the bed and pull you onto his lap. “I guess one day won’t hurt.”

You smiled down at him, your cheeks reddening as you stared down at those beautiful, soft, lips. Maybe this day wasn’t just for him, you were feeling a little deprived yourself after all. He placed a soft kiss on your lips that deepened with every second, soon your hands were trailing over his chest and his were snaking up your back. It didn’t take you long to remember that he was only wearing a towel….

…..Oh yes, one day wouldn’t hurt..

[creednight]

Morning Intimacy

A small series of drabbles for each assassin and their S/O. SFW

Jacob

Mornings were perfect when he was there. It’s not often he stays in bed with you, but were you going to complain? Hell no. Watching him sleep now made your heart swell. 

His eyes were squeezed shut as if he were awake and thinking hard about something. His mouth lay agape, making his snores seem louder in the peaceful morning. With a smile, you reach up and brush a few stray strands of hair out of his face. Your fingertips trace a line from his temple down to the stubble on his chin.

With an airy sigh, his arms wrap around you tighter and he pulls you closer. Your heart warms at the feel of him securing you against his chest. Tilting your head back, you reach up and plant a line of kisses down his jaw. 

Another sigh escapes him, “Mo-orning, love.”

“Good morning,” you marvel at him as he peers down at you with his dark eyes, you could get used to this. 

Arno

Your favorite mornings were the ones where Arno had come in late. Being the heavy sleeper you are, you don’t notice he’s there until you wake up. But it wasn’t just that, it was the fact that he always draws you out of your sleep with gentle kisses. 

It starts with his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close, then a flurry of slow chaste kisses on your cheeks, chin and forehead. By then, you’re groggy and smiling like a school girl. Most days you keep your eyes closed and guess where his lips are. His laughs are quiet as you get the corner of his mouth, his nose and sometimes his eyes before he cups your face to brush his lips across yours. 

Morning kisses with him are always gentle and loving. Like he’s scared to break you. His hands run down your body trying to memorize every curve and every inch. His touch electrifies you, waking you up and giving you the best start to the day you could ever ask for. 

Ezio

At the crack of dawn, each morning, you feel the bed dip as Ezio leans over to lay his body on yours. Not completely, but enough to keep you from moving and well within his grasp. He puts his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat and tries his best to wrap every limb of his around you. It’s a strange ritual, but sometimes he needs to know that you’re real and that you’re with him in the moment. 

Without opening your eyes, your hands reach up to run through his thick hair while humming an old song. Both of you try your best to wake up early to spend time like this before he leaves on long missions. These are the rarest moments you two get to have together and you both try to cherish them. 

Most days you’ll fall asleep like this and wake up to a love note from him and a flower. Other days, like this morning, he leans his head up and kisses the spot between your breasts up to your neck where he will tease the sensitive skin there by brushing his lips and nipping at you. 

It’s these mornings you loved the most. 

Desmond

Ever since you’ve joined the Assassin’s your relationship with Desmond had been put on hold, for the most part. You still were there for each other emotionally, but intimacy was hard to come by. You understand why, however, it’s hard to want to kiss or anything more when the fate of the world rests on the shoulders of your boyfriend. You don’t want to add to that stress. Being Shaun’s assistant comes with it’s own sort of stresses that you really don’t care about getting down and dirty anymore. 

But that also scared you. Were you two fading into just a friendship now? Would he want to kiss you if he had time? 

Those doubts always crept up on your while you were in bed and he was either running on a treadmill or discussing plans with Rebecca. They would keep you up until you fell into a half sleep, not quite awake or sleeping. 

It was then that Desmond would appear, as if you called his name yourself. He’d take care to crawl in beside you, his sweet scent washing over you and creating a mixture of butterflies and nerves. Your thoughts would come racing back until you felt him pull you close and press his lips against your forehead. 

“Stop worrying, babe,” he whispered. “I’m not gonna stop loving you, I’ll remind you every day if I have to.” “You might have to,” you whispered back, peering up through half lidded eyes. “I’m sorry, I trust you. It’s just so easy to get wrapped up in what’s going on I-”

“Shhh,” he runs his hand down the back of your head, pressing another kiss to your temple and then tilting your head up to kiss your lips. “I understand, we can do this, okay?”

“Yeah, we can.���

[demigoddessqueens]

masterlist vii

Some links were going funky on my desktop so I’m adding a new masterlist to here so that it can be updated better

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Superman and Vash appreciation

Critical Role - coffee bae 💕 ☕️ //

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Song fic -Grog // song fic - (my) dandelion // song fic // Mothers Day - song - Percy // song fic - Vax angst //

Modern s/o series - different dance styles // bonding with Percy //

Mighty Nein - beach 🏝️ day // cuddle headcanons //

Song fic - Caleb // song fic - angst // song fic // song fic - outfield // song fic - 2 //

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Crown Keepers - song fic + Dariax //

Ring of Brass - song fic //

Song fic for the ladies //

Castlevania - Hector A-Z NSFW // Dracula + fem!reader smut // drawing the boys // remember what they say // Alucard and his jealous lover // Alucard and art as a gift // got a black eye defending him // Isaac A-Z NSFW //

Marvel - Namor + nurse!reader // Guardians of the Galaxy fluff //

Star Wars 🌟- Poe fluff + Miguel //

Prey (2022) - Taabe smut //

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Ewan characters - Osferth and Tom //

Into/Across the Spiderverse - Miguel O’Hara fluff // biting kink headcanons // soft headcanons // angst headcanons // angst part 2 headcanons // sick headcanons // dancer!reader // touch-starved Miguel // Miguel and a shy reader // college boyfriend Miguel // fangs and claws oh my! 😍 // Miguel + parks & rec // incorrect quotes // Miguel AZ fluff alphabet // love nicknames // incorrect quotes + Gabriella O’Hara // good morning ☀️🌞// incorrect quotes part 2 // love me, choose me, pick me // Miguel Regency era // incorrect quotes part(s) 3-4 // wedding 💍 headcanons //

Assassin’s Creed - Connor Kenway fluff // AC OC Debut // Shay & Haytham + Assassin // Haytham NSFW // Desmond Mermay // barista bae ☕️ // Dad + kid just like mom // Haytham hurt & comfort // Haytham + hurt and comfort // love confession + “you” // Ezio birthday 🎂 headcanons // morning seggs + Haytham // codexmonthly - mirage // Ezio birthday headcanons part 2 // bath 🛁 headcanons 💕 //

Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel 😈 - Crimson SFW and NSFW //

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Legend of Zelda/ToTK - Sidon and his illicit affairs //

Dragon Age

DA Absolution - Miriam + kisses on face //

[jofie-does-things]

A Florin For Your Thoughts?

Summary: Ezio Auditore is quite possibly the most handsome man you’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. He could have any woman he wanted. And there was no way he reciprocated the feelings that you have for him. All the gifts he gives you are strictly platonic. Right? Right?!

Word Count: 8K (It’s a big’un fellas)

Pairing: Ezio Auditore x Oblivious!Reader (AC: Brotherhood)

Genre: Fluff, Tiny bit of angst but only if you squint

Warnings: None really, except La Volpe does the Renaissance version of the middle finger (“the fig sign”), making fun of Machiavelli

Author’s Note: Here’s the finished fic! I was really stumped on how to end it, but I finally dragged myself to the computer to finish it. Be prepared for more Assassin’s Creed content because I’m currently playing AC 3. Thank you for all the support and comments that were left! I really appreciate them <3

Please don’t hesitate to make a request or leave feedback because the askbox is open! Enjoy!!

“A florin for your thoughts, Signorina?” A voice calls from behind you as you survey the fruit stands, a teasing lilt to it. The cadence and familiarity of it sends your eyes rolling, turning to the speaker with a smile on your face.

“Buon giorno, Messer Auditore!” Ezio emerges from the busy current of shoppers, looking as regal and elegant as ever. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of watching the graceful way in which he maneuvers around the hustle and bustle of the street. It’s one of the many things you’ve found appealing about the Master Assassin. He sweeps into a bow, hand across his chest and, when he straightens once more, you can see the mirth dancing in those beautiful eyes of his.

“It is wonderful to see you again, Ezio. I’m glad you’re back home safe.” You smile up at him, drinking in the sight of the man before you. He truly has been gone for far too long. “I’ve missed you.”

“It is wonderful to see you as well. Although I fail to see how you could ever spend any time missing me when Machiavelli is keeping you busy.” He gestures, smirking, at the sacks leaning against your legs and the satchel draped across your shoulder. An eyebrow raised as if to ask for an explanation.

At the mention of the groceries you’ve struggled with so far today, the ache in your shoulders return, only dulled slightly by Ezio’s distracting presence in your vicinity. You shift the hot strap of leather to a more comfortable position on your shoulder in self-consciousness, laughing awkwardly.

“Yes, Machiavelli is quite the organized man.”

“One might say tyrannical in his methods.”

The comment is said with a blank expression, but earns a light swat on the shoulder nonetheless, and his face cracks into a grin. Ezio rubs the place he was hit with mock pain molding onto his face and into his voice.

“I would have to tell Machiavelli about the wounding of his dearest friend at the hands of you, Signorina.” Ezio swoons dramatically as you bend to pick up the sacks of food, “I will have no choice, but to retire to the Tiber Island post and spend the rest of my days bothering you.”

You tried to ignore the implication of Ezio spending the rest of his life with you, but your heart couldn’t help skipping a beat at his act. Instead, you opt for a safer interaction that wouldn’t expose your true feelings: rolling your eyes.

With a huff and a smile, you swing the weight of one of the sacks his way. He catches it easily with his “injured” arm. The effort taken to pull it out of your grasp is slim to none.

“It seems you have been miraculously cured, Signore.” You sigh dramatically, wiping an invisible tear from your eye, putting in as much gusto as he did, “I guess you’ll have to find another activity to fill your time that doesn’t include tattling on me to the notorious Machiavelli.”

Having retrieved the other sack from the ground, you turn to start heading down the next isle of stalls. Truth is, the grain stand that holds the last few items on Machiavelli’s list is in the other direction, but between him requesting that you run errands for the hideout and sheltering the many members of the cause, you’ve hardly had any time for yourself.

If Machiavelli had a problem with his groceries being late, then he could make the next run for all you cared.

You could hear Ezio chuckle as he trails after you down the aisle.

He catches up to you at a stall that showcases jewelry for hairpieces, all of which are too expensive for you to afford. You may have the money for the groceries at the hideout, but that was money collected for the cause; it would be wrong for you to use it to add to your personal wardrobe. So, you let out a small sigh, brushing your hand lovingly over a simple gold circlet lined with tiny white gems and, equally as bright, metal leaves.

The simple yet ornate design of it is the stuff of dreams.

You continue to inspect the jewelry displayed at the stand, even as Ezio plants himself next to you. It’d be a lie to say that having the Master Assassin watch you survey the gems over your shoulder didn’t stress you out, but it was your grocery trip. If Ezio got bored, he could simply walk away.

It wasn’t until a few more moments pass that Ezio leans across your field of vision to grasp the circlet you were eyeing the whole time. He turns to the vendor, a declaration of wanting to purchase it passing his lips as he gingerly hands it, and the florins, to him.

“I wasn’t aware that you were interested in women’s accessories, Ezio.” You say in surprise, glancing between him and the vendor, who is wrapping the circlet up in cloth. “Although, I don’t think that style of circlet would really suit you.”

Your remark gains a raised eyebrow as he turns his attention— smirking as usual— to you. Clearly, you’ve garnered his amusement.

“Oh?” He murmurs lowly, the conspiratorial curve of his lips, and the way he leans toward you has your breath catching. “And what piece do you think suits me, if I may ask.”

It takes you a moment too long to break his gaze and turn to the stand.

Embarrassing.

You resume your examination of the accessories. The heat of Ezio’s interested gaze boring holes in the side of your head causes a bead of sweat to roll down your neck. Until you finally find it.

It’s quite possibly the gaudiest hairpiece that you’ve ever seen.

You gesture towards the maroon headband— the cheap color of the fabric is almost drowned out by the bright yellow beading adorning the lopsided cut of it— with a triumphant smile on your face.

“That one, il mio amico.” A giggle pushes past your lips at Ezio’s momentarily offended expression. “It’s perfect for one so dramatic and extravagant as yourself. It’s sure to draw the eye of many a fair lady.” You earn an eye roll at that.

“Very funny, mia cara,” He huffs out a small laugh, turning to gather the wrapped circlet from the vendor as he starts off down the aisle of stalls once more, “but if you must know— it is a gift.”

Your interest is piqued.

“Oh? Who for? Bartolomeo?”

You barely dodge the sack of vegetables he swings your way.

“No. It is a gift—“ he pauses, a nervousness overtakes his demeanor that is rare for a man such as him before he continues, “for a woman that I admire. And hope to grow closer to.”

Your grip on the sack in your hand falters. It takes your upper body down with it. The force of it steals the breath from your lungs. Well, that and the news that Ezio has just delivered.

It feels like a swift kick to the gut.

Noticing your struggle, Ezio helps you right yourself with a gentle grip on your elbow. He slips the packaged circlet into his robes then bends to hoist the other sack into his arms.

You move to frantically apologize.

“Sorry. I can’t properly carry these bags with my sore arms. I’m being worked to the bone.” You let out a forced chuckle at your statement to recover from your shock. Finally, you manage an even tone as you think of something to say: “It’s a beautiful circlet, Ezio. I’m sure she’ll absolutely love it; whomever this lucky lady is.”

Every word is forced past the lump in your throat as you croak out the compliment.

“Grazie mille. I truly hope she does.” You don’t miss the sparkle in his eyes as he says it. Your heart clenches.

Now you feel horrible because not only has he now taken over holding your heavy groceries, but you can’t even give him sincere reassurance when he’s so clearly nervous about his gift.

You are a horrible person.

—

It’s not until the sun is shining brightly in the early afternoon sky that you and Ezio make it back to Tiber Island. Ezio sets the bags of produce on the table in the kitchens of the hideout. The reminder sends another little pang of guilt coursing through you.

That was one of the things you loved about the Master Assassin. He was thoughtful of those around him. Taking their needs into consideration, before moving to be the first to help. It was part of what made him such a great leader. It also helped that he was quite easy on the eyes too.

“Thank you for the help, Ezio. You didn’t have to lug all those groceries up here with me.” You turned from slinging your satchel on the countertop of the island to face him, wiping the perspiration from your forehead and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It was no problem, mia cara. I would hate to see a beautiful woman such as yourself struggle with such burdens.” He gives you a cheeky grin while rolling out the strain in his shoulders. Unfortunately, the fact that he was handsome meant that he also knew how to wield it like a deadly weapon. The thought brought a heat to your cheeks as you coughed and turned away from him. Hopefully he hasn’t seen it.

In a desperate attempt to steer your mind away from him calling you beautiful (seriously, he can be too flirtatious sometimes), and to keep him from invading your space with his stupidly handsome smug expression, you turn him around and start physically pushing him out the door.

“Yes. Yes. I have too many burdens to deal with, especially when you are responsible for the majority of them.” You tease; the man can take the small jab at his ego. A laugh is heard from the man in front of you and it sends a rumble through the planes of his back muscles, underneath your palms. Is there any part of him that isn’t built?

He needs to leave before your little crush becomes obvious to him and the whole of Tiber Island.

Your path to the door is brought to a halt with the abrupt spin of Ezio in front of you and before you know it, your momentum— and the loss of the solid mass in front of you— sends you falling into his chest.

This is bad.

You stiffen, clearing your throat and straightening up, with the help of Ezio’s hands on your arms.

“Before I go, I have something for you.” He says, making sure you’re steady before brushing past you to the pile of groceries again. Your brow furrows in confusion as you watch him pluck something from one of the sacks before turning to you with a lazy grin on his face. It sets your nerves alight.

He saunters over to you, his movements as practiced and graceful as a cat’s and he stops in front of you once more. The lazy grin has dimmed down into a simple upturn of the lips, which brings your gaze to the small scar that you’ve seen so many times that you’re sure you could picture it in your sleep if you needed to.

A warm touch to your hand, as Ezio gently grasps it, draws your eyes down between the two of you. To a single red rose that’s being placed in your palm. Then Ezio curls his fingers around yours to ensure your grip around the flower.

The breath leaves your lungs. You’re frozen. You’ve forgotten how to breathe. And you’re gaping down at the rose like a fish out of water because you’ve forgotten how to breathe!

“For you, mia cara.” He whispers, the distance between you two seems to shrink as he speaks, “A small token of my appreciation, for all that you do.” His hold on your hand is steady, almost intimate, as a slight squeeze to your knuckles serves to completely sever the connection between your brain and your mouth.

It’s not until a few moments later that you notice Ezio has fallen silent and has made no move to leave. He’s expecting a response from you, but you’ve been too busy gaping to realize.

Oh no.

Say something.

Anything!

“Oh, um,” you start, clearing your throat to buy you precious seconds to recover your composure and think of a response, “Thank you, Ezio. That’s very thoughtful of you.” You step out of his hold, trying not to slip up and say something that will get you in trouble. “I’ll put it in some water as soon as possible.”

You can’t help but notice the near imperceptible downward tilt of his lips and slight deflation of his posture before it’s all gone in the blink of an eye. A wide grin is pasted across his face as he cards his hand through his hair before you can even think to question it.

“Of course. If you’re in need of any more assistance in the future, don’t hesitate to ask.” Ezio places a hand across his chest as he dips into a quick bow. Then, he turns on his heel, and is out the door without another word. You turn back to the kitchen with a sigh, stepping forward to begin putting everything away.

It was very sweet of Ezio to give you a rose. He can be so thoughtful. Always taking the time to let others know that they’re appreciated.

So then why did he look upset when you thanked him?

You shook your head, ridding your mind of the thought that maybe, maybe, there was something more to it than he let on.

No. He was just being his friendly, charming self. It’s how he is with everyone. And you’re no exception. There’s no reason to give too much thought to his compliments, or gift, when it’s all just platonic gestures. Besides, he said so himself that he already had a woman he’d wanted to pursue. It’s better if you accepted the rose for what it was: a token of gratitude between friends.

—

The hideout had been abuzz with excitement with everyone bustling around, preparing a small feast in celebration following the safe, and successful, return of some of Ezio’s recruits from their mission abroad. The news was a most welcomed distraction from the tip toeing you had to do around Ezio. And, after what felt like months— truly, it was only two weeks— of Ezio seemingly by your side at all times, it seemed you could finally breathe easy.

Or so you thought.

What you assumed would be more time left to your own devices, doing your part to move preparations along, actually meant even more time attached to the Master Assassin’s hip. And it left you stumbling over yourself, trying desperately to keep your feelings for him from being clear as day.

At first, you tried to get rid of them altogether, after the news of someone else garnering his affections. But his constant presence only served to be the bane of those plans.

How dare he be so horribly perfect.

The next few days saw you both hard at work, side-by-side, ordering people about, gathering food, and organizing the space in the main hall for members of the creed.

The sight of the banquet tables being moved was something Machiavelli was not particularly fond of— a fact he would soon complain about through the night.

Nonetheless, with the help of Ezio’s recruits and La Volpe’s men, the headquarters had finally been deemed fit to hold the feast everyone had been waiting for. It was a welcome break when Ezio finally sent you off to your chambers to get ready with a gentle touch to your shoulder and a warm smile on his face.

By the time you had returned, the main hall was more energetic than usual, with Volpe’s men, the Assassin recruits, and even Claudia Auditore’s courtesans making an appearance.

You found yourself swaying self-consciously at the bottom of the stairs near the entrance, unsure if you should even bother showing your face, or if you could get away with feigning sickness due to stress. In all honesty, you did feel a rush of nausea coming on— the idea that your attire didn’t quite match up to the elegant fabrics that Claudia’s girls were wearing sent a hot spike of nerves through you.

A few more minutes of internal debate later, you turn to head back up the stairs, already preparing an apology in your head for when Ezio decided to come looking for you. That is, until a hand grasped your wrist.

Stumbling in shock, you turn to face the obstacle in the way of your escape— only to find Claudia a few stairs below you, the Auditore look of amusement narrowing her gaze playfully towards you— you didn’t realize that expressions such as this one could run in the family.

“And where do you think you’re going?” She questions, tugging you further out of the stairwell, “You’re not leaving Ezio to suffer through the night alone, are you?”

“He’s not going to be alone. He has you to keep him company.” You tug your hand out of her iron-clad grip, turning away from her accusing stare to study the room behind her. She snorts.

“We’ve kept each other company our whole lives, I’m pretty sure he’s sick of mine by now.” Her face, while still holding an expression of amusement, is morphed slightly by one that’s hard to decipher, “Besides he’s been waiting for you.”

You try not to visibly perk up at that, instead allowing your hands to fidget with your skirts. The self-consciousness slowly seeps back into your mind. This time, Claudia gently grasps your hands to keep them from wrinkling your dress even more.

“Hey, you look beautiful. And my brother will think so too.”— The sincerity in her tone warms your heart and soothes some of the anxiousness you feel— “He may be an idiot, but he’s not blind.”

Her scarily accurate observation of your want for Ezio’s approval startles a laugh out of you before you inhale deeply and nod your head in assent.

“You’re right.”

“I’m always right.”

“Just— lead the way.”

Claudia giggles, turning on her heel and pulling you behind her through the bustle of the main hall in search of her brother.

You eventually find him talking amongst La Volpe and Machiavelli, glass of wine in hand as he concentrates on the story that Volpe is telling that you’re too far away to hear. It appears to be a humorous one as there’s an upturn to Ezio’s lips. He seems so relaxed, a state that he never really seemed to be in. You’d hate to disrupt it.

However, before you could say as much to Claudia, she had already announced your presence to the group.

Ezio’s gaze shot up to her then, noticing that she had been dragging you behind her, his eyes snapped to you. The jolt of him shooting out of his seat gracelessly caused him to bump his knee into the table. You had to stifle a laugh while his companions openly dissolved into fits of laughter.

Seemingly desperate to ignore his stumble, Ezio turns to you, stepping forward to scoop your hand up and bring it to his lips.

“You look exceptionally beautiful tonight, mia cara.” The statement sends his warm breath ghosting over your knuckles and a heat to your cheeks. You were used to him flirting with you in the privacy of the kitchens or the publicity of the markets, where no one paid any mind to the two of you. But this time, while he’d called you beautiful dozens of times before, it was in front of some of your closest friends.

This time, it felt more intimate.

“Thank you, Ezio. You look very handsome yourself.” You say, momentarily forgetting the three sets of eyes watching the interaction with interest. Ezio’s proximity seems to cut any connection you might have to your brain. His eyes glow an amber color in the light of the chandeliers above and he’s close enough for you to distinguish a sharp scent of spice on him.

Useless facts that your brain decides to tow away for later.

The sound of a clearing throat next to you snaps your attention back to the men sipping at their wine glasses. Volpe fails to hide a smirk behind the rim of his cup. Heat floods your face, embarrassment burning at the tips of your ears.

“Hello Niccolo, Gilberto,” you nod to each of them in turn, “You seem to have cleaned up nicely.” The jest, aimed at Volpe, brings a bigger smirk to his lips. A knowing expression crosses his face before it’s gone in the blink of an eye.

“Thank you, Signorina.” Volpe gestures for you to join them at the table. “You must join us. I was just telling them about one of my men who was unfortunate enough to pick the pocket of a Borgia guard, but narrowly escaped by jumping into a pile of horse dung!”

“Yes, it was very amusing.” Ezio offers, guiding you to the bench. You realize, belatedly, that you’re still holding his hand.

The night passed by in a blur of celebration and laughter. Tales of heroics from each faction of the cause being passed around, along with tales of embarrassment. You distinctly remembered a tale Claudia told about her brother getting wasted, stealing a horse, and waking up in a coop of messenger pigeons using him as their own personal toilet.

The thought of Ezio hungover, covered in poop and feathers as he grumpily trudged home through the streets of Firenze brought tears of laughter to your eyes.

Before you knew it, the cleaning up of the main hall had wrapped up and guests filed out in small groups, determined to make it back to their homes before the early morning sun rose. After you hugged Claudia and Maria goodbye, a warm hand on your shoulder caught your attention.

You take in Ezio’s fatigued form as he extends his elbow to you, wordlessly asking if he could escort you back to your chambers. You wrap your arm around his as you allow him to guide you up the stairs, sleep weighing down your eyes with every step you take.

The two of you make it to the doors of your chambers and you move to step inside, but the firm hold of Ezio’s arm wrapped around yours stills you as you send a questioning look his way. He releases you so that you’re able to turn to properly face him.

There are no candles lit in this hallway, you realize as your eyes are drawn to the way the moonlight floods through the glass of the window, casting a glow over the white of his clothing. You notice that he’s fidgeting with something in his hands, but the light doesn’t quite reach it. Ezio takes a minute step closer to you, shrinking what little distance there is between you.

“I’ve been wanting to give this to you.” He gestures with the object in his hands. An object that, upon closer inspection, is a pearl necklace with a pendant that is inlaid with rubies. It’s quite possibly one of the most beautiful pieces of jewelry you’ve ever seen and it’s rendered you, quite literally, speechless.

Your attention turns from the necklace in his hands to his face, meeting the earnestness in his eyes.

“I- really? Are you sure?” You’re certain the hesitation shows clearly on your face. He nods, his lips upturned a touch at your admiration of the necklace.

“Yes, I’m sure. Especially since I purchased it with you in mind.” Ezio holds it up to sparkle in the moonlight, gesturing for you to turn around. “May I?”

“Oh- um, yes.” You smile sheepishly and grant his request. He drapes the necklace over your collarbone and fastens it in the back, warm fingers brushing the hair away so that he could fit it on you properly. It sends a shiver down your spine.

Once done, Ezio gently grabs your shoulders and moves you to face him. A strange look crosses his face, one you can’t quite decipher in the darkness of the hallway.

“It looks gorgeous on you.” It’s little more than a whisper, but it seems to echo in the empty hallway. The hands on your shoulders move down to grasp at your hands, enveloping them in warmth.

A million thoughts are racing through your head as you process that Ezio bought this necklace for you. A necklace that you were certain cost more than any of Machiavelli’s grocery runs put together. And you’re so close. So close that, if you leaned a few inches closer to him, your lips would brush his.

In fact, you thought you saw his gaze drop down to your lips for just a split second.

“Thank you so much, Ezio.” A full smile spreads across your face, as you reach up to lightly touch the pendant, “It’s truly stunning. And I can’t tell you how much this means to me.” It’s the closest you’ve ever gotten to telling Ezio how you honestly feel about him.

“Of course, tesoro. I’m glad to hear that.” He emphasizes his point through another kiss to your knuckles and it has your stomach doing flips. Then, almost reluctantly, he steps away from you, sending you one last smile as he watches you enter your chambers. “Goodnight, mia cara.”

“Goodnight.”

As soon as the door closes, you lean on it for much needed support. You bring your hand up to touch the pendant of the necklace gingerly, reminiscing about the precious moments you had just shared with Ezio.

Distantly, the thought of Ezio’s love for someone else rings through your mind. But you decide to save that sad reality for tomorrow.

For now, all you wanted to think about was the evening you spent with him.

—

It wasn’t until a few days later that Ezio deemed to brighten your day with his presence.

Unfortunately, it was at the tail-end of your training session with La Volpe.

You had just settled down for a much-needed break before you were to have one last match with Gilberto when the Master Assassin strolled in.

He was free of his normal Assassin robes— you’d noticed— only donning a simple white shirt, brown pants, and his regular boots. He also looked like he had come back from a rigorous training session before showing up.

You only half paid attention to Volpe greeting him, as the exhaustion won out over the need to admire him. Instead, you settled on studying the cracks in the ground of the training arena.

“I can take it from here, Volpe. She needs to learn to fight different opponents at some point. It’ll be important training for the both of us.”

That sends your head snapping up to the men, meeting Ezio’s gaze as he momentarily glances over to you then back to him, nodding his head in thanks as Gilberto gives Ezio his permission.

“Just try not to break my pupil.” Is all the thief says before sparing you a glancing smirk and strolling out of the room.

You gulp. Without Volpe, it’s just you and Ezio in the training arena. And it scares you. Sure, you figure that with his level of skill, the Master Assassin will take it easy on you, but you also don’t know what his definition of easy is.

Even worse is the fact that sparring meant fighting, and fighting meant close contact. Close contact.

All you can focus on, as your heart thuds against your rib cage, is the way his signature smirk of his is plastered on his face as he makes his way to where you’re sitting against the low wall of the arena. He stops in front of you, holding a hand out to help you up.

“So, come to get beaten by a novice?” You tease, taking his hand and pulling yourself up. Ezio snorts as he walks away from you to place himself in the center of the ring.

“Yes, that is exactly why I sent Volpe away; to keep him from witnessing my demise.”

The comment makes you laugh in turn as you place yourself across from him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to take it easy on you.”

A chuckle is heard from across the ring, but Ezio makes no retort, just shifting ever so slightly into a fighting stance. You mirror him.

A bead of sweat makes its way down your neck and there’s a churning in your gut. Nervousness, but whether it’s from being around the Master Assassin or the concept of actually fighting him, you don’t know.

The arena falls deathly silent, neither of you making a move.

You blink.

The sound of gravel rings in your ears and suddenly Ezio is already halfway to you before you can even think about moving away.

He swings a fist towards your head, instinct telling you to duck out of the way, only to catch a blow to your side. It knocks the wind out of you for a few seconds and sends you off-kilter.

Rookie mistake.

One last, slow swing sends you completely to the dirt. You’re inhaling clouds of dust, trying to get your brain back on track.

Ezio takes a few steps before kicking his leg out at your fallen form, but luckily you manage to roll out of the way, scooping up a handful of gravel and repositioning yourself on your feet. The gravel goes flying into Ezio’s eyes. You’ve bought yourself a few seconds.

It’s odd. This isn’t the way he normally fights. You’ve watched him train enough times to know that haphazard kicks and punches aren’t his style. He’s a fluid fighter.

You, however, are not. You’re relatively new to training. Which means you’re slow. So how did you manage to catch Ezio Auditore off guard with your gravel trick when he’s done the same thing so many times before?

It clicks just as you’re ducking under a blind swing from him.

He’s using the same fighting methods as the Borgia guard.

You take this opportunity as payback, aiming a jab to his ribs, followed by a kick to his thigh.

Ezio gives out a loud grunt of pain and stumbles back.

You rush him. Wrapping your arms around his middle and swinging him to trip over your leg, you bring him to the ground. As quickly as you can, you move to grab at his collar and swing yourself into a straddle position on top of him.

A flash of surprise crosses his face at the sudden takedown and you smile triumphantly at the successful use of the skills La Volpe taught you.

A grin cracks his face and he brings his hands up in surrender.

“I yield, Assassino. You have beaten me.” He teases, his statement punctuated by the deep breaths he’s taking.

You roll your eyes, leaning towards him. His hands have come to rest on your hips, holding you steady. The mirth shining in his eyes and the heats of his touch makes your heart race.

“Right, and Machiavelli is the most relaxed person I’ve ever met,” you nudge his shoulder with your free hand, “You were taking it easy on me.”

“Only for you, mia cara.” His hand has moved to settle on your cheek, tips of his fingers gently nestled in the hair behind your ear. And his thumb starts to trace circles into your cheekbone. It’s a nice gesture. One that lulls you into a sense of peace.

Something in the back of your mind reminds you that you two haven’t spoken a word for the last few seconds. It’s something that— as Ezio’s eyes soften and roam your face— you find you aren’t too concerned with. Another thought ghosts across your mind as you take in the scar on his lips and the gold of his eyes.

But you can’t remember what that important thing is now.

You can’t remember it.

And you especially can’t remember it when Ezio’s hand— calloused from years of hard work— gently, smoothly, guides your face closer to his as he leans up on his elbow.

You only process the ghosting of his breath over your lips before all systems in your brain shut off. Save for the part that tells you Ezio is kissing you.

You can hardly believe it. Even as the raised skin of his scar brushes along your lips in a way you couldn't have dreamt up yourself. Even as the thumping of his heartbeat against your hand on his chest speeds up. Even as his hand holds your face so gently.

He’s sitting up fully now. Right hand coming up to card through your hair while simultaneously pulling you closer to him. He’s kissing you absolutely senseless. And you’re kissing him back.

That is, until that reminder shoots through you like a white, hot bolt down your spine.

Oh no.

This— this is wrong.

You can’t be doing this.

He already has someone.

Someone he loves.

And it’s not you.

Like a woman possessed, you jolt backwards— out of Ezio’s hold— and onto the gravel of the arena, eyes wide and a hot flush rising to your cheeks. A look of shock and confusion settles over his face before you’re kicking up a cloud of dust in your haste to gather your things and rush out of the guild.

“Wa-wait, mia cara. I’m sorry,” He’s scrambling up after you, out of breath and apologetic, “I did not mean to offend! If you’ll just let me—”

The blood roaring in your ears kept you from hearing the rest as you fled.

It was humiliating.

Humiliating to kiss a man who didn’t hold your same affections. Humiliating to harbor feelings for said man. Humiliating to foolishly think that, for just a moment, he felt the same for you.

—

You’ve successfully avoided the Master Assassin for a week.

In all honesty, successfully wouldn’t be the right way to describe how said week had gone. More like, barely scraping by.

For the first two days, Ezio had been relentless. Trying to corner you on grocery trips, in the kitchens, even going so far as to be waiting outside your chambers when you returned after a long day. You had an excuse for him every single time.

Granted those excuses weren’t very believable, but still.

As the days went on, Ezio’s attempts to speak with you dwindled until, by the end of the week, he’d stopped trying altogether. The guilt weighed heavy in your chest.

You didn’t know what was worse— the constant presence of him trying to talk about the kiss, or the silence he left behind.

After the last two days, you’d decided that the silence was much, much, worse.

You weren’t ready to come to terms with what happened. Because if you did, it meant that you had to come clean and then proceed to throw all of your feelings out the window.

You finally decided to do something about it when, instead of Ezio cornering you on the way home from your grocery run, it was La Volpe.

“Care to explain why the great Ezio Auditore is sulking around in the tavern of my guild, driving away business and drinking up all of my ale?” The leader of the thieves sidles up next to you as you survey the things you’ve gathered. A shrug of your shoulders is all he receives. Right before you spare him a quick glance, hopefully not revealing anything, before returning to your examination.

Unfortunately, Volpe wouldn’t be in this business if he were as oblivious as you wished he were.

“Ah, I see.” He clicks his tongue, following annoyingly close behind you as you turn away from the stand with your groceries in hand. “Ezio just lost very, very badly in your sparring match and still hasn’t recovered from the blow to his ego.”

He’s nodding his head now, as if he’s been having a whole imaginary conversation with you. You’re determined to not betray what’s on your mind— lest he figure it all out. The finger rubbing at his chin doesn’t ease your nerves.

“But I don’t think that’s what really happened. Especially since you— as the winner— don’t seem to be in particularly high spirits yourself.”

Your grip tightens on the sack in your arms.

“Do you want to know what I think?” Volpe asks the question, watching as your hands tighten around the straps of your bags, before he plows on.

“I think that you’re hiding something and I want to know what.” He’s leaning around you, into your line of sight, to crowd into your personal space. A bead of sweat rolls down your neck at the interrogation.

“If you must know, oh so desperately, what happened Volpe, why don’t you go ask the man yourself?”

“Oh, believe me, I have.” A smirk curled on his face, “It’s quite amusing how much detail he’s willing to provide with a drink or two in his system. I’m simply asking for your side of the story, Signorina.”

‘Detail?!’ A heat spreads across your cheeks at his phrasing.

“Fine. We kissed at the end of our sparring match. That’s my side of the story. Happy?”

He doesn’t seem to be the least bit surprised. Only raising an interested eyebrow.

“Interesting choice of words. You say ‘we kissed’ as if it was mutual, not just a one-sided thing.” He leans on the balls of his feet, arms crossed over his chest, looking like the cat who got the cream. The comparison annoyed you somewhat as he seemed to know something you didn’t.

“I misspoke. I kissed him. I didn’t wait around much longer for him to turn me down. So, I’ve been avoiding him out of guilt.” Volpe lets out a hum at your confession, still looking as unsurprised as he did before.

“We’ll, I know one way to alleviate your guilt.”

“Disappearing off the face of the Earth?”

He chuckles, “As amusing as it would be to watch Ezio hunt you down, no. You should talk to him. Honesty is the best course.” You snort at that.

“Says the leader of the Thieves Guild.”

“It does not apply to me.” He waves away your amusement. “But I guarantee he will appreciate it if you come clean.” Volpe finishes with a wink before he pats you on the shoulder.

“I’ve kicked him out of my tavern, so you’ll find him at the top of the Tiber Island hideout, still sulking. Do it quickly before you lose the nerve.” He’s walking away now, leaving you with those parting words. You roll your eyes playfully, appreciative of his advice before yelling out:

“You know you’re starting to sound a lot like Machiavelli when you order me around so much!”

He says nothing, only flipping you the fig sign in response.

—

You found Ezio at the top of the hideout; just as Volpe said he would be.

The walk up the stairs to the top had your heart pounding in your chest and your thoughts buzzing around in your skull because this was it. This was the moment when you’d tell him everything. No more hiding fleeting glances, no more playful banter under the guise of strictly friendship.

What was worse was imagining his reaction to it all once it was laid before him. He’d probably laugh at you.

Oh gosh.

What if he laughed at you then told everyone on Tiber Island. You wouldn’t be able to show your face in Roma anymore. You’d have to pack up your things and flee to the farthest corners of the Earth. You’ve heard that London is particularly nice this time of year.

Before you know it, you’re at the rooftop door. The barrier forces you to school your thoughts.

You take a deep breath.

Ezio won’t laugh. He’s a respectful man, no matter what. So stop panicking.

Volpe’s lecture rings through your head and it pushes you to open the door.

Your eyes adjust to the evening sunlight as Ezio’s back comes into focus. He’s sitting along the ledge of the rooftop, gazing over the Tiber and, you notice, he’s fiddling with something. Something shiny.

Taking one more deep breath to avoid chickening out, you step forward.

“A florin for your thoughts, Messer Auditore?”

He stiffens for a moment then turns to you as he slips whatever he was fiddling with into his robes. He moves to his feet, a minutely surprised expression on his face.

“Many things, Signorina.” He’s stepping toward you now, “One of which is why you have been avoiding me this last week.”

You inwardly cringe at his statement; hearing it out loud doesn’t make you feel any less guilty.

“I wanted to apologize.” You’ve met him in the middle of the roof by this point. The proximity makes it easier to notice that Ezio is looking a little worse for wear. The circles around his eyes hint at his lack of sleep and you distantly feel the need to know why. Your fingers twitch momentarily, wanting to soothe the exhaustion from his face, but you stop yourself before you can make any moves.

“I’m sorry for these last few weeks. I’ve made a fool of myself and instead of facing you to tell you this, I’ve been hiding like a coward.”

A confused expression furrows his brows and causes a slight downturn of his lips.

“I’m afraid I do not understand, mia cara.”

The words stay sitting in your throat and a groan of frustration slips out.

“What I mean is that, I’m sorry for allowing myself to hope and for mistaking your actions for romantic affections when really all they were were just platonic acts of service.” Ezio moves to speak, but you plow on, “And I’m sorry for letting my feelings grow when I really should’ve let them wither and die as soon as you mentioned that you had feelings for another woman.”

“I’m sorry for crossing the line by kissing you, Ezio. I don’t know what came over me. I hope you can forgive me.” The last line comes out in an almost whisper, stilling the air between you. Your gaze has settled to the pauldron on his shoulder, tracing the lines that make up the design so you don’t have to meet his gaze. Moments of silence pass before you continue:

“If you wish it, I will leave. I will go as far away as you want me to, just say the word.”

More moments of silence pass, suffocating you as you wait for him to say something. It feels like years before you turn away, tears slipping silently down your face as you make your way back to the door.

He made his thoughts clear— but it still hurt to know the truth.

Despite this, the weight has been lifted from your shoulders and that makes you feel somewhat better.

That is, until Ezio’s hand catches your wrist and you hear him laughing quietly.

A bolt of panic shoots down your spine as you realize that he’s laughing.

Face burning with embarrassment, you turn to watch him. Your wrist is still caught in his hold as his laughter subsides to chuckling before it stops altogether as he takes a deep breath in.

“You had me worried for a moment.”

“Wha-what do you mean?”

“I was worried that there was a real problem.”

You’re gaping in shock at the man. Did he not just hear you confess your feelings to him despite him loving someone else? Is he crazy?

“Yes I did. And I don’t think I’m much crazier than you are.” A cheeky grin crosses his lips as your face burns hotter, the realization that you said all of that out loud hitting you.

He’s reaching into his robes now, pulling out the same circlet from that day in the market. Your brows furrow. You open your mouth to ask why he still has it before there’s a finger on your lips, effectively silencing you so that he can speak.

“I’ve been wanting to give you this ever since I found it in the market with you, but I wasn’t sure if you returned my feelings. I didn’t have the courage to give it to you straight away so I’ve kept it until the time was right. After you accepted my gifts, I was sure that you felt the same, but then you started avoiding me after we kissed and I didn’t know what to think.”

He pauses in his speech, looking earnestly into your eyes, as if trying to convey with every fiber of his being that what he’s saying is true.

“After your confession I feel that I can confidently say, I love you.”

The silence is heavy— mostly because his confession has kept you from fully processing anything— but heavy nonetheless.

Ezio seems to find it funny that he’s rendered you speechless because that stupid look of amusement is right at home on his face. It makes you want to smack it off. Or even better—

Before you know it, you’re grabbing at the lapels of his robes and pulling him in to kiss you. That scar of his is grazing against your lips as he moves to reciprocate, one hand holding you around the waist and the other rising to cup your jaw. The circlet is digging into your back with how tight he’s holding you, but you don’t care.

You always wondered what it would be like to kiss the Master Assassin and now, it seems, you have your answer. With anything he strives to accomplish, he does so with passion and kissing is no exception. It’s sweet and all-encompassing until all you can think about is him.

You pull away as a thought surfaces in your mind.

“You thought I didn’t have feelings for you? Have you seen yourself?”

He laughs sheepishly as his hand leaves your cheek to scratch his neck, “I could say the same about you, mia cara.” He’s leaning towards you again, but you hold a finger to his lips to stop him.

“I believe you were in the middle of giving me a gift.” Now it’s your turn to grin cheekily at him.

“Oh right.” He releases you and holds the circlet near your head. Ezio gestures for you to bow, you do, and he delicately places the circlet on your head as if he were crowning a queen. The metal is cool against your skin, but the warmth of Ezio’s grasp on your hand distracts you from it. He leans down to place a chaste kiss to your knuckles then straightens.

The look he gives you is one that can only be described as loving.

“You look absolutely beautiful, amore.” The new nickname sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, amore.” You copy, the name rolling off your tongue just right.

Now you’re smiling at each other like idiots, everything that needed to be said, has been said.

As the sun sets, Ezio has you back in his arms, kissing the life out of you in that sweet way you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of.

—

Unbeknownst to the two of you, La Volpe and Machiavelli watch from the rooftops below the hideout.

“I win.” Volpe grins as he glances sideways at his, now annoyed, friend.

“You only won because you meddled.” Machiavelli groans out.

“They needed a push. And besides, it is not my fault you are such a negative thinker. Now, if you would kindly supply me with my winnings.” Machiavelli rolls his eyes, digging into his pocket to pull out a pouch of 15 florins.

“Remind me to never make a bet with you ever again.” He says as he tosses the sack to the thief.

Volpe only chuckles, catching the pouch and eyeing his winnings.

“I don’t think I will.”

—

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Masterlist:

R6S:

Doc - Short imagine

Doc x F reader (Being forced to kill Doc’s friend, Part 1)

Doc x reader (Doc fainting)

Doc x reader (Reader asthma attack because of laughing)

Doc x M reader (Being babysat by Doc)

Doc x M reader (Chopping hair after traumatizing event)

Doc x M reader (Getting lost on a mission)

Doc x M reader (Squeamish with blood)

Doc x reader (Comforting during nightmares)

Doc x M reader (Doing laundry)

Doc x M reader (NSFW, making out session)

Rook x M reader (NSFW, dominating)

Tachanka - F Short imagine

Tachanka x M reader (Fluff)

Tachanka x F reader (NSFW, Femdom)

Montagne - Short imagine

Sledge x reader (Being teased by Sledge)

Sledge x reader (Slapping Sledge’s bald head)

Sledge x M reader (Piggyback ride)

Mute x reader (Dumb reader)

Mute x reader (Adopting a cat)

Glaz x reader (Graffiti artist)

Glaz x reader (Twitch streamer)

Glaz x F reader (Doctor looking after Glaz)

Smoke x M reader (NSFW, what’s in the canister?)

Zero x M reader (NSFW, making love)

Being treated like a kid by Sledge, Smoke, Glaz and Tachanka

Bandit finds out that the reader knows how to tattoo

Jäger, Sledge, Vigil and Kapkan find out you had depression

Spetsnaz & SAS (Texting them to pick you up)

Naruto

Kakashi x F Reader (Kakashi not being able to protect you)

Assassin’s Creed

Connor Kenway - F Short imagine

Ezio Auditore - F Short imagine

JJBA

Giorno Giovanna x F reader (Fluff, smut)

Ikemen Vampire

Beethoven (own character) x F reader

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Ezio Auditore X Reader: Rooftops

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Prompt: Ezio wants to show the reader the rooftops at night after he returns from a long assassination.

Warnings: Fluff? None, really.

Other: First Assassin’s Creed oneshot...hope you like it!

Words: Tesoro - sweetheart | Amore - love

Author: Yulta~

You were running through the Auditore Villa when Ezio, your best friend, returned. He has been on some mission for the past few weeks, and you hadn’t seen him in a while.

As you heard him and his sister talking, and as it was around midnight they were being overly quiet. You jumped out of bed, nightgown and all, and paraded your way downstairs.

“Ezio!” You called, crossing your arms over your chest. “You come home and you don’t even say hello?”

Ezio turned to you a smile planted onto his face. “(Y/N), tesoro!” He called, opening his arms for you.

With a smirk, you ran forward, charging into his arms and wrapping yours around his neck.

He returned the hug, lifting you off the ground as he clutched you into him. “I missed you,” he murmured into your ear, gently laying you down. “Go get dressed, amore. I want to show you something.”

You nodded and headed upstairs. You ran to your room, grabbed the first outfit you could find and changed. You found your way back to Ezio, who was waiting in front of the Villa for you.

He held out his arm and you interlocked yours with his as you took you into the streets of his town. He lead you to an empty ally before stopping, “jump on,” he commanded, turning around so his back was facing you.

Without questing you leapt onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Ezio then proceeded to scale one of the taller buildings.

Once the two of you arrived at the top you hopped down, staring out at all of the nighttime lights.

“It’s so beautiful,” you breathed, stepping to the edge. Ezio wrapped his arms around you from behind, almost as if insuring your wouldn’t fall. You placed your hands on his, closing your eyes to take in the fresh air.

“So are you.” Ezio nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, sending cold shivers down your spine as he whispered.

After a few minuts of comfortable silence, Ezio spoke one more time. “I love you, (Y/N).”

Your (e/c) eyes widened at his statment, though you felt relieved you didn’t have to be the firs to say it. “I love you too, Ezio.”

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A Small Surprise

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Request: Could you write a fluffy Ezio (Assassin's Creed) x Wife! Reader oneshot, where Reader finds out that she is pregnant and she surprised with Ezio by giving a knitted pair of baby booties?

Pairing: Ezio Auditore x Female!Reader

Warnings: Just fluff.

Summary: I think the request itself is pretty self explanatory 😅

Word Count: 1.365

Author's Note: Okay so I know many of you would've preferred if I wrote words like 'sweetheart' or 'my love' in Italian, but unfortunately I don't speak Italian. I mean, I speak French to some level and it could be about the same thing when it comes to masc./femininity of the words, but I don't want to confuse anyone! So I just put in an Animus text in there :")))

Enjoy!

{ File Translated From Italian }

Cool breeze, warm weather and a full moon rising over the green and yellowing fields of Florence; simple yet important things Ezio thought he'd never see again on many occasions throughout his journeys from Italia to Anatolia and back. Although the city bared bad memories for the assassin, he also had the most important and precious ones there: His whole childhood, for starters, the foundations of his family and friends...

And now, something much more.

"(Y/N)?"

No reply, you were probably asleep. He closed the door and grabbed the candle which was slowly melting down on the small table right next to the entrance, which you must've lit for him. He'd been in the city for the day, handling groceries and paying a visit to Claudia while you stayed home and did chores. Only away for hours, still in the same city, yet he had missed you like crazy. Plus, there was also the voice in the back of his head, worrying him and telling him something bad must've happened to you. After his life as an assassin and making a lot of enemies, even though they were no more, he instinctively worried.

He quietly made his way up to the second floor where your shared room was and saw lights coming from the small gap under the door. He quietly knocked on the door and entered, only to find you laying on the bed with a book in your hand.

"Ezio," You smiled and immediately put the book aside. He sighed in relief and a warm smile stretched across his lips. He walked over to you, after placing his candle on the table on his side, and placed a kiss on your forehead, before sitting down beside you and giving you a quick peck on the lips.

"I missed you," He took your hand in his and kissed the back of it, then your knuckles. His lips were soft on your skin: "I missed you a lot, my sweet."

"Me too," You smiled lazily at him. "Go, get undressed and come back to bed."

"As you wish, princess," Ezio gave you a cocky grin and got off the bed.

"Princess?" You chuckled. "I think I'm a little old for that now, love."

"What can I say?" He spoke, his voice deep. "Anything to please my queen."

You chuckled, then watched him disappear into another room connected to your bedroom and took it as the perfect opportunity to pull out the little surprise you'd been working on the whole day from under your bed. You pushed yourself down until you were laying on your back and placed the small boots on your belly. Right before he walked back in, you closed the blanket over your body until it reached your armpits and, without realising, held your breath.

"How was your day?" You heard him ask you once he walked in, he was now wearing his white shirt and pants only.

"Oh, it was good, you know," You replied nonchalantly, a big, nervous smiled on your face. "I was working on something and now it's finished."

"Hm?" He hummed curiously, then climbed into bed. "Can I see it?"

"Sure," Your voice wavered in excitement. "It's actually for you- partly. Think of it as a surprise... Lift the blanket."

A mischievous smirk stretched across Ezio's face: "Oh, well, is that why you're hiding behind the covers?"

You nodded and beamed at him. He could tell you were acting a little strange, but he assumed it was because of this surprise you had for him. Thinking of it as undergarments, Ezio leaned in to place a kiss on your lips; a soft one, which made your toes curl. Despite his age, Ezio still had the energy and enthusiasm to give you the pleasure of your life- small remnants from his youth.

"Open it," You gestured the blanket after reluctantly pulling back from his lips, biting your own as you grinned at him.

He gave you an intrigued look - he was partly on top of you, so despite his head looking right down at you, his body was pressed to your side. He then slowly removed the blankets, your eyes never leaving his face. Finally, as soon as he saw the items resting on your belly, his mischievous expression turned into an utterly shocked one. You heard a hushed gasp leave his lips and saw his brown eyes widen. Ezio let go of the breath he was holding, then gulped, sitting up as he picked up the boots: "(Y/N)..."

"Surprise..." You said, voice barely above a whisper.

He quietly studied the boots in his palms, he was shocked as if he was seeing the temple goddess -this vision or whatever it was- for the first time many years ago. He finally looked into your eyes, then gently -oh, so gently- placed a hand on your belly. He was holding his breath.

He noticed he had to make sure you knew he was absolutely thrilled and excited about the news, for your face grew worried. Before you could say anything, he leaned in for another kiss- a passionate, slow, lovely kiss that made you melt.

"How long- I mean-" Ezio tried to ask after pulling back, roses blossoming on his cheeks.

"I'm not quite sure," You confessed, relaxing at his positive reaction. "Haven't been to the midwife yet."

"We can go-? Tomorrow, how about tomorrow, hm?" He grinned unintentionally as he rubbed your belly.

"Sure, okay," You nodded and chuckled at his softened behaviour. "You're happy, right?"

"Happy?" Ezio gave you an incredulous look, his eyes glowing. Was he about to cry? "You're a true jester, my love."

You giggled and lightly slapped his shoulder as he lowered himself to lay his head on your abdomen: "You could be severely punished to degrade a queen, you know." He let out another brief laugh, then a content sigh as he hugged your frame, while you placed your fingers through his hair and started to caress it slowly: "Everything's going to be better. Better than they already were."

"Yes," He agreed. His body heat caused you to remove the blanket to the empty spot beside you. He then got up, extinguished the candles on both his and your side, then went back to lay on your belly: "Are you comfortable, like this?"

"Yes," You hummed and closed your eyes with a small smile on your lips. He laid still as you combed strands of his graying hair away from his face in a calming manner. "I love you, Ezio."

"I love you too, my sweet." He lifted your night gown until the soft skin below his face got revealed, then placed a kiss on the spot right next to your bellybutton.

Ezio was the best thing that had happened to you. You'd been friends ever since you were small children, you always had a silly little crush on him but ever since he saw Cristina, you had decided it was not worth the try- he seemed so in love... After his father and brothers were killed and he fled to Monteriggioni, you and your family were harassed for protecting and being friends with them, but you never gave him up and, when he came back, he helped all of you escape to his uncle's commune.

Interesting, how fate worked. He was gone for so long, oftentimes you thought about not being able to see him again - you didn't care if he was your lover or not at one point, you just wanted to see him alive and well. After everything that you both went through, everything he did; all the places he'd visited and the women he'd been with, even after his visit to Istanbul (that was what his friend Yusuf called the city and Ezio couldn't bring himself to use any other name, and you respected that), he still somehow ended up in your arms. You'd waited for so long, gave up hope on multiple occasions despite what Claudia always told you, but you still waited. You couldn't love anyone else like you loved Ezio Auditore.

Well, the wait proved not to be a waste of time after all.

[riaswritingalore]

Rules & Info

note: fnaf roleplay sideblog (I follow from this blog)

fandomless/multifandom angel oc rp blog here.

Hey, my name is Ria, I use she/her pronouns, I’m 26 and welcome all to my blog. This will be a multi-fandom blog. Requests are OPEN. I will accept up to 10 asks before closing them so I don’t overwhelm myself.

NO NSFW in this blog.

RULES

Have your age stated somewhere or tell me if you are or not 18+

Remember to be nice when asking.

Anons are welcome here.

Please no NSFW.

Be patient, don't push me to finish something but you may ask how it's going nicely.

I will pick up requests that interest me, if I didn't pick yours don't feel .

discouraged, you can ask for something else.

You will not find politics stuff here, this is a safe writing blog.

My reader will be female or gender neutral.

WHAT I WILL WRITE ✔

❤ Romance

⚘ Fluff

😥 Angst

💔 Hurt/Comfort

⭐ Alternate Universes

Fandoms

ISWM - In Space With Markiplier

Mark Egos

WKM - Who Killed Markiplier

(Note: I will NOT write for actual irl youtuber Mark)

Genshin Impact

FNAF - Five Nights At Freddy's: Mostly SL, Pizzeria Simulator, Security Breach, FNAF 4

Outlast: only the main trio (Miles Upshur, Waylon Park, Blake Langermann) + Eddie Gluskin

JoJo: up to part 3 I haven't watched the rest so please no spoilers

Uncharted 4

FNF - Friday Night Funkin': specifically the Mid-Fight Masses mod

Attack on Titan (up to date, I will tag spoilers)

Tokyo Ghoul the manga (I haven't finished Tokyo Ghoul: Re so please no spoilers)

NEW!

Assassin's Creed: Altaïr and Ezio trilogy.

CoD: MW2 (2022 reboot)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE ❌

Self-harm

Minor x Adult

NSFW

Yandere (it's not cute to me and it makes me uncomfortable)

Abusive relationships (I may write about a character that has been abused)

R*pe or mentions off.