#ezio auditore da firenze/reader

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Head cannons bc I can - Assassin’s body parts preferences (and extras...)

AN: I would just like to say that ALL of the Assassin's will protect their love with their lives, not standing for any disrespect or rudeness toward her in any way shape or form. I may not have put it in the description of every Assassin, but it goes without saying. ALSO, plz don't @ me bc this is my first ever spicy post lol

Altair Ibn La’Ahad - loves burying his face in her neck and grabbing her backside cheekily lol, loves bathing with her but won’t deny that’s it’s hard to control himself around her naked body. Comes to her after a mission (if they didn't go on it together that is or if she's not an assassin) to hold her and just melts against her, grateful to have her and be back in her arms alive. Pulls her away ever so often to a corner where he'll kiss her breathless and then just walk off like nothing happened (this man-), loves to chase lol if she runs from him, it sets something deep and primal off in him, and when he eventually catches her? 😳😳😳

Shay Patrick Cormac - definitely breasts lol and has a thing for waists, also loves thighs & has a thing for kissing from the top of her foot to the inside of her thighs, this man can pick up grown soldiers, flip them over his shoulder and then just toss them to the ground like it nothing so he’s strong - tell.me he doesn’t pick up his love and carry her off for some alone time. She won't have to worry about anyone on the Morrigan getting any ideas because Shay has made it VERY clear that she's his and his only. He'll legit fight for her if someone makes her uncomfortable or harasses her and make them regret the day they were born (that is if they can even think afterward bc they'll probably be dead). It - depending on the mood he's in - makes him feel very loved and cared for or very turned on and ready to pin her down, when she kisses the scar over his eye. Don't even get me started on how naughty this fricken man is in Irish Gaelic. (Sir! Control thyself!)

Edward Kenway - an ass man for sure and he loves the thighs too, stands behind her and glares at anyone who checks her out from his spot behind her where he’ll press a possessive kiss to her shoulder while glaring at them. Why do I have feeling that this man has a thing for women who can shoot guns? If she shoots a gun in front of him all pirate-esque he'll literally beg her to step on him haha. Loves him a mouthy feisty woman because not only does it turn.him.on, he gets a kick out of a lovely woman being able to blow someone out of the water with her insults & statements of self-defense. Will also waylay anyone who disrespects her, he'll actually feed them their teeth (don't test him with her)

Jacob Ethan Frye - both the man’s bi lol he can have both if he wants, he for sure does playful butt pats and grabs occasionally but usually when they’re alone (USUALLY & if a Rook bore witness? THEY SAW NOTHING), definitely into holding his love on his lap and whispering dirty things in her ear to fluster her. Will fight to protect her and God help them because they'll have him and the Rooks to deal with (that is if Jacob doesn't crush them and turn them into dust that blows away in the wind lol). Also loves him a feisty and mouthy woman, if she's sarcastic, witty and goofy on top of that? This man is more whipped than whipped cream. Total gentleman even if she can hand his ass to him on a silver platter, he still treats her with utmost respect. Enjoys lying in bed with her and cuddling (give the man all the cuddles STAT) lazily playing with her hair and believe it not - not all kissing with the amorous assassin leads to *wink wink*. He genuinely enjoys laying there with her on a slow day and kissing her sweetly, over and over again. Man is a genuine romantic sweetheart (and nothing will change my mind). It's not an odd occurrence for Evie to wonder where her younger brother is, only to find him conked out on his love's chest just peacefully snoozing away as she holds him reading a book or some files. Totally see him tracing his fingers down her sternum until he reaches her breasts and tracing the insides of them to get her riled up (if he's feeling mean he'll even give a cheeky kiss haha). Also loves to chase her across rooftops and make bets of a spicier nature...

Evie Frye - loves to kiss her loves hands & jaw (particularly that one little spot…) and trace kisses down her sternum, has a habit of cornering her and making out with her lol then she just goes on about her day like nothing happened, plays footsies underneath table surfaces (CHANGE MY MIND). Loves all of her and honestly don't think she would have a preference, Evie's just grateful to have her at all and be with her. Woman was dedicated to being alone as a result of being in the Brotherhood. Think she would get a kick out of witty and playful banter, the more her love speaks the more in love she falls and the more she desires her. She's good with her hands. I said it. Sue me. She.has.good.hands. The woman tis skilled (in more ways than one...) This also pertains to corsets and buttons whether it be doing them or undoing them... Kind think she would like chasing her love through the city too and if it ends up in a garden? The woman internally swoons.

Kassandra of Sparta - breasts she likes pulling her love against her and then looking down to see them pressed against her armor being gorgeous as usual and she loves to grab hips, she will CUT Alcibiades if he looks at her love lol bc she KNOWS what he's thinking about, only lets her hair down around her love and adores laying in between her thighs while her fingers give her a head a very relaxing massage (seriously they can put the woman to sleep lol)

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway - I think we can all agree that this sweet man isn't very sexual BUT once he settles down, he does have an appreciation for his loves figure. Loves to hover over her from behind and kiss the top of her head, and when things get more intimate between them, he loves to give her kisses all over her face. Flowers with him would be a common occurrence, often times she wakes up to beautiful wildflowers on her bedside table or on the pillow beside her. This man is a good provider. And if she takes an interest in hunting with him, more than a few times he'll briefly lose interest in hunting the animal and playfully hunting her instead... Feel like he strokes her legs lovingly and takes his time exploring the sexual feelings he has for her. He would love her breasts because they're beautiful, soft and full of life.

Alexios of Sparta - ass for sure he seems like a butt smacker haha she’ll be minding her own business when he comes out of nowhere and gives her a light loving smack. He comes up behind her and literally sweeps her off her feet - no pleasantries, just "you're mine now" lol

Haytham Kenway - breasts has a thing for tracing the tops of them when she wears dresses to get her riled up all while delivering an “innocent” kiss to her flaming red cheek, will randomly stoop to her level to whisper something 😳 in her ear. Get a vibe that he would spoil her with beautiful jewelry and then woo her until it's the only thing she has on, before taking her to bed... Morning sex seems like the norm for him because he's not always there when she falls asleep arriving home late, but when he sees her in the morning, he more than makes it up to her and greets her in very steamy manner. He reminds her to remain neutral when she stands next to him during a meeting as he sits down with his hand hidden by her dress on her backside gently squeezing and acting completely casual about it the cheeky -

Desmond Miles - breasts & when Shaun stresses him out, he presses his head into them lol it’s stress relieving, comes up behind her and hugs her tightly, definitely into spooning he likes the physical contact, and he melts when she kisses his forehead. Before everything he screwed, but now with the woman he loves? He makes love and thoroughly enjoys every second of it with her. Having her by his side through everything means more to him than he can express.

Arno Victor Dorian - this man feels like a worshipper he would love all of her body and take his time with her, but he does tend to go for breasts more coming out of nowhere and kissing the tops of them reverently throughout the day, definitely takes her hand in his and kisses it with full eye contact to the point where it makes her blush, earning a chuckle from him. Tell me that this man doesn't pull her away to corners throughout the day or on a mission and kiss her before walking away casually like nothing happened lol. Got a feeling he's very into whisking his love away just getting her attention and pulling her away to wherever they can have a few moments alone together. Good kisser. I refuse to believe anything else. He swoops in gives a sweet kiss that leaves her flustered, and he stands there watching her with a smile on his face. For some reason I think he's into the whole secret lover rendezvous thing, aka coming in through his love's window or meeting her secretly (it's exciting and he gets her all alone...)

Ezio Auditore Da Firenze - also feels like a worshipping type of man except everywhere, everything, all the time lol, but he does have a preference for breasts often times hugging his love around the waist and burying his face in them. We've all seen how this man has thing for pinning his lady to the wall...do with it what you will. But he does it to her and OFTEN lol. A little more promiscuous in public - stopping of course if she gets uncomfortable - than others and is not afraid to show how he feels about her. Also, a good kisser. I mean COME ON.

Bayek of Siwa - he loves her breasts because beneath them lies her heart and he cherishes the fact that she has given it to him, loves to star gaze with her - they lay there together peacefully as he tells her about the constellations and their meaning. Loves bathing with her just laying back and relaxing, eyes roving her form as she cleans him and gives him a shave (he refuses to shave unless she does it for him bc he loves her touch and how great her handiwork is). Gives the kinds of kisses that melt her like a stick of butter lol, a kiss from him has a lot of emotion poured into it telling without words how much he loves her.

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𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒:

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✧ 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐈 ✧ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✧ 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ✧ 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐕: 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐠 ✧ 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝: 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 ✧ 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝: 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 ✧ 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝: 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✧ 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝: 𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐲 ✧ 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝: 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do a fic about how different Assassin’s cuddle? Your main bunch is fine

btw I love your writing, I’ve been re-reading your stuff and it has me kicking my legs and giggling like a school girl

have a great day!

Oh of course! Thank you so much for reading and supporting my writing 😄 and I love that comparison, making me giggle like a schoolgirl too 🥹💞

a/n - I’ll add as many of the leads as I can so everyone gets some love

Masterlist 11

Altair

The type who says he doesn’t like cuddles but absolutely does! Likes being the big spoon to where he feels protectively wrapped around you

Ezio

Kicking, clicking his heels and twirling his hair! Yes please, absolutely, bene bene! Any excuse to kiss you more

Desmond

Lover boy who likes laying on top of you cause if you’re cuddling, you’re not going anywhere!

Connor

Likes to cuddle with you on top his chest and those large arms wrapped around you

Arno

Did he hear you right? You wanna cuddle 🥹 with him? Yes please cherie!! Any type of cuddle where he can admire and kiss you

Jacob

A whole teddy bear cuddler, with a scruff that tickles you, who also lets his lips and hands and mind wander 😉

Evie

First it starts off as reading together as some down time but then evolves into cuddles when the book is less interesting than you 💕

Haytham

Thinks he’s too dignified and above cuddles but the second you thread your fingers through his hair, it’s immediate defeat and he wants to just hold you

Basim

You are LOCKED IN!! Even if you try to move, Basim will whine if you try to pry out of his arms

Shay

Cuddles are an excuse of his to be as flirtatious as possible, even letting those hands wander 😏

Kassandra

Sometimes you need cuddles, sometimes she does too; cuddling face to face is a more intimate preference

Eivor

Warm and toasty cuddles 🥰 completely submerged under all the furs and blankets

Aveline

She’s a sweet cuddler that likes to leave little kisses here and there when you start to doze off

[paws-of-the-quill]

felt this made this

[yasashii-leaf]

Ezio Auditore protective and sticky

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Ezio Auditore x OC! Reader

This can also be You, the Reader, but I had this with my OC, Gaia Azzaro in mind. Gaia's words are in Green, and Ezio's are in Orange. (The words in Green come from the song "Say Don't Go" (Taylor's Version) (From the Vault) by Taylor Swift from the re-release of her 1989 album that just came out today.)

I've known it from the start

We're a shot in the darkest dark

I've seen it in the past

Our lives will never be the same

The waiting is a sadness

Fading into madness

Oh no, oh no, it won't stop

The hurrying is timeless

Climbing to resistless

Oh no, oh no, I want it to stop

Oh no, oh no, it's not fair

'Cause you kiss mе and it stops time

And I'm yours, but you're not mine

Oh no, oh no, you're not there

It was a once-upon-a-time affair

I kissed you, and I knew you

I am what I am named

I flew away, and I never looked back

Say "Don't Go"

I would stay forever if you said "Don't Go"

Said "Buona Fortuna"

I wish I had said, "Please Don't Go"

[freshstartfromscratch]

And another year to add

Another year and another birthday. You and me Ezio. You and me.

[rea-grimm]

Masterlist Assassin's Creed

Grim reaper Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad

Dragon of Masyaf - Dragon Altair x Reader

Weapon Altair

Dullahan Malik Al-Sayf

Incubi Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Under the mask of night - Vampire Ezio x Reader

Weapon Ezio

Wendigo Connor Kenway

Weapon Connor

Wolf Spirit - Werewolf Connor x Reader

Dragon Haytham Kenway

Merfolk Edward Kenway

Weapon Edward Kenway

Vampire Arno Dorian

Weapon Arno Dorian

Secret - Arno Dorian x Reader

Demon Jacob Frye

Weapon Jacob Frye

Just a scratch - Werewolf Jacob x Reader

Anubis Bayek

Weapon Bayek

Harpy Alexios

Weapon Alexios

Werewolf Eivor

Weapon Eivor

Ghost Desmond

A.I. bots - character.ai

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Nothing is true everything is permitted

by silverwolf7850 You are a person born into the Assassin Brotherhood, and yet you escaped it to live a life outside of the Farm. You went to New York City to work as a bartender. In that time, you have gathered a lot of regulars with your charm and ability to pull people to you. More recently, you had caught the interest of a young lawyer interning at Landman and Zack, and a man with blue eyes and pale skin that dresses like a drifter. One night spent with the both of them together turns into more, and certain circumstances lead to adversities and heartache and pining. Could the three of you wade through these adversities to be happy? A Batdevil x Reader fic where the Reader is essentially Desmond. The fic will contain the other members of the Batfam later on. Words: 20195, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, The Batman (Movie 2022), Daredevil (TV), Assassin's Creed - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Reader, Matt Murdock, Bruce Wayne, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Lucy Stillman, Warren Vidic, Ezio Auditore da Firenze, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad Relationships: Matt Murdock/Reader, Bruce Wayne/Reader, Matt Murdock/Reader/Bruce Wayne, Matt Murdock/Bruce Wayne, Matt Murdock & Franklin "Foggy" Nelson Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Reader is quite literally Desmond, as in they quite literally take his place, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Modern Assassins (Assassin's Creed), Abstergo Industries, Fluff and Angst, Implied Sexual Content, Break Up Talk, The Animus (Assassin's Creed), Bleeding Effect, Bartenders, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Crossover Pairings, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence via https://ift.tt/ILke0Eg

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Head Cannon bc I can - What kinds affectionate the different assassins would be - Part 1

Ezio Auditore da Firenze - The Lover of Love. Family man very affectionate/grew up in a loving closely knit family/family oriented/notices little things/sweetheart with a side of spice/he reminds me of the hot tamale candy lol spicy AND sweet at the same time bc he can be a cinnamon roll one second and then become the oven that you PUT the cinnamon roll IN. He seems like he would play the lute for you the few chords that he learned when he was younger that is, and he MIGHT sing but don't count on it haha. Man wrote some real nice letters when he was older so I bet he would try his hand at love letters no matter which Ezio you prefer, and they would be sweet. Loves to give hand kisses whether they be sweet or steamy. Often comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you in a hug, and imo LOVES it when you rake your fingers through his hair gently scratching his scalp. Would instantly be down bad for someone who cooks Italian food for him because it makes him feel loved and cared for.

Bayek of Siwa - The Kind Lover. Proud affection/"look at how awesome my partner is I worship the ground they walk on"/offers an arm for escort/is not afraid to hold your hand/great at letting people know where they stand and setting boundaries so no one will be confused about who he has feelings for. Very attentive and notices the little things/can kick ass and then some but is so gentle and sweet with the one he loves (no one touches a hair on their head or disturbs the air around them or so help him Anubis...) /great at communicating and is not afraid to talk about feelings. Have a feeling that he enjoys fresh baked bread and anything sweet he can get his hands on, and also loves to share them with his love. NO ONE can tell me that he doesn't take good care of the person he loves because man is a sweetheart protector and dang good provider. Forehead kisses are a big thing with him, where he gently cradles your head to do so, and lots of eye contact when he tells you that he loves you.

Edward Kenway - The Cheeky Pirate. sexual tension/handsy and cheeky but will stop if you're uncomfy/he knows when to behave/won't hesitate to smooch you to the ninth realm and back if someone looks at you like they want you/ have a feeling that he is BIG TIME into holding his partner in front of him at the wheel and steering the Jackdaw (letting them drive but not really)/spoils his loved one rotten any chance he gets (even if it is stolen lol)/will probably make you his co-co-captain alongside Adewale.

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway- The Respectful Lover. Not really one for PDA but you'll know that you're loved by him/does gush about you to people from his tribe and everyone at the Homestead knows he's DOWN BAAADD (the tribe elders have predicted a wedding date lol bc they know that he'll marry you. Definitely teaches self-defense and fall in love 5,000 times harder if they made an attempt to learn Kanien'keha/if they love animals and nature, he again will worship the air they breathe. If you cook for him especially recipes from his tribe, he'll probably get emotional because they remind him of home, and he would be head over heels in love with someone who was open to learning about where he comes from and the ways of his people. If you defend him when someone is rude to him (despite being well able to defend himself as we all know) he will feel protected and loved, which he's rarely felt in his life since his mother.

Jacob Ethan Frye - The Sweetheart. Makes his partner feel valued ESPECIALLY as a woman because he's not a typical 19th century man who's all "women's place is in the home having babies and cooking and cleaning". He WILL LISTEN TO YOU and also put great faith in your opinion/cheeky and very flirtatious/can get flustered if partner matches his energy though lol/ something tells me this man LOVES and is WHIPPED for domesticity he's had a crazy, dangerous life with too many near death experiences to count at only 21 years old and while he would still be the chaotic cinnamon roll you fell in love with the Rooks and fight club and all he would love to come home to peace and calmness. If you cook/bake for him he will literally turn into a bottomless pit he LOVES IT though it will sometimes start sibling squabbles between him and his older sister because she loves your cooking too haha. Also teaches self-defense but will get flirty with you real quick so it's probably best to learn from Evie lol. VERY genuine and he means every loving word he says and every touch he gives. Protective of you and will throw hands if someone disrespects you. He also loves to make you laugh and tell.me.WHY I am so dang sure that he LOVES it when you play with his hair especially if you scratch your fingers lightly against his jaw and the scratchy whiskers he has there.

Desmond Miles - The Lonely One. Proud as well/total gentleman with sexy swagger lol/loves to take you out on his motorcycle/loves it when you come visit him at work because he'll be doing his job and look over to see you which makes him instantly happy/TOTALLY shows off his bartending skills and winks at you while doing it being a total flirt/ love language without a doubt is quality time and physical touch. Man is VERY affectionate imo because he's touched starved and most likely lonely (even with the Animus he still wants you because you comfort him). If you defend him from Shaun when he's being annoying or pushing him too much or clap back at the male half of his DNA, he will literally love you forever. Man is FERAL for a significant other that will defend him and care for him the way he wasn't all those years alone.

Altair Ibn La'Ahad - The Reserved Soldier...who's Smitten. Doesn't do PDA most that might happen is an arm offered for an escort or a hand on the waist to push you behind him/will kiss you on the cheek before he goes off on missions the same way he does the rest of the members of the Brotherhood (even if you're not part of it) while saying to you in Arabic "Safety and Peace my darling". Shows affection by smirking at you when you're flustered and acting as your intimidating AF bodyguard/in private tho...he's very amorous and loves having physical contact with his partner. Totally the type to lie there and rest with them or lazily kiss and hug. Not averse to showing that he loves you in public or declaring his love because he does love you very much, he just wants to protect your honor and avoid anyone (read: MALIK) heckling/harassing the both of you about being lovers. You are for his eyes and his eyes only whether it be hand holding, kissing, or various other things that he often thinks about...

Arno Victor Dorian - The Hopeless Romantic. Very affectionate also from being lonely and touch starved/not afraid to show his love for you in public. He DEFINITELY writes you love letters that are just - SIGH. He has a way with words and just pours everything into the letters he writes you, what he loves about you and why, how much you mean to him, how he would do anything for you. He's a hopeless romantic and when he falls in love he falls HARD and gives the one he loves everything (cue traumatic flashbacks of a certain ex-now deceased red haired lover of his). I think he would be SO in love with someone who noticed the little things about him and took care of those things. If he's sleep deprived? You let him sleep in and fix him breakfast in bed. If he's lonely while working? You sit with him wherever he is and read/ write/look out the window and watch Paris silently comforting him with just your presence. If he forgets to eat? You fixing him something delicious to eat and bringing it to him giving him a kiss and words of encouragement. Bringing him tea/water/coffee/hot chocolate while he's working. Would definitely spoil you with treats from the Cafe and if you work there, he'll drop by every so often to give you a sweet quick kiss. I think he would also show affection by helping you get ready in the morning and take this the way you wish...but he's really good with corset laces, buttons, and layers upon layers of fabric. He's thoughtful and sweet taking time to think about you (even though he barely thinks about himself). Will legit protect you with his life he refuses to lose you and will do anything to keep you safe. He loves to have slow relaxing days with you to have a moment away from his normally stressful life. You pulling him away from his work for distraction or holding him when the Council annoys him is always welcome. You will definitely know that he loves you with everything that he has.

[seviiul]

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— To say the least, I will strictly stick to writing for historical / fantasy esque fandoms ( assassin's creed, lord of the rings, the hobbit, pirates of the caribbean, our flag means death ). It is a possibility I could include more over time, but as of now this is it. The following is a list I composed of characters, just to be specific and create less disappointment for individuals who sought for someone I won't write.

ASSASSIN'S CREED

𝐈 :: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad; Malik Al-Sayf

𝐈𝐈 :: Ezio Auditore de Firenze; Leonardo Da Vinci

𝐈𝐈𝐈 :: Connor Kenway; Haytham Kenway

𝐈𝐕: 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆 :: Edward Kenway

𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :: Shay Cormac; George Monro

𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 :: Arno Dorian; Elise De La Serre

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 :: Jacob Frye; Evie Frye

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀 :: Eivor Varinsson/Varinsdottir

TOLKIEN

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :: Frodo Baggins; Samwise Gamgee; Peregrine "Pippin" Took; Meriadoc "Merry" Brandybuck; Aragorn II Elessar; Legolas Thranduillon; Boromir; Faramir; Eomer; Eowyn

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 :: Bilbo Baggins; Thorin Oakenshield; Fili; Kili; Thranduil; Elrond; Lindir; Tauriel; Bard

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

Jack Sparrow

James Norringron

William Turner Jr.

Elizabeth Swann

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH

Stede Bonnet

Edward "Blackbeard" Teach

Israel "Izzy" Hands

Jim Jimenez

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[demigoddessqueens]

Hay, I read your writing about Assassin's Creed with the s/o befriending the crow population. I was wondering if you can make one with the s/o befriending the Hawk population if that's OK if you you don't have to do it if you don't want to. (Pls I'm a new subscribers to your blog). So have a good day keep up with your writing.💗

Oh hey!! Thank you so much for following and your request, and welcome 🤗 💕 im glad you’re here

Masterlist 10

A/n - I don’t remember who I wrote for the crow population one, but I’ll do the main leads for this one 😆😁

Altair

While it’s no eagle, he admires the same prowess they have as an eagle and sometimes decorates his person with their feathers as it reminds him of you

Ezio

Well he does like them better than the pesky pigeons, plus your hawks like when he strokes and pets their feathers

Ratonhnhaké:ton

Thinks it’s so cute whenever these hawks follow you around, and he sees it as a sigh of acceptance when they perch on him or nuzzle against him

Haytham

Not as noisy as a crow or pigeon, but he is sometimes indifferent to your pet birds. At least they keep you out of trouble that follows Templars

Shay

Your hawks make for great companions on The Morrigan as it can get lonesome at times when the sails are longer than normal

Edward

He also warms up to your pet hawks, mostly because they’re a lot nicer than any of the aggressive seagulls

Arno

He’s already so protective of you so it’s a small comfort that faster eyes are able to look out for you if he’s not around

Jacob

They would be perfect for his rooks (Jacob no!)

But in hindsight, yes he does warmup to your pet hawks quickly, giving them nicknames

Desmond

he welcomes them as a nice distraction, sometimes teasing he’ll adopt them for himself

[paws-of-the-quill]

Imagine trying to explain to Ezio what the term derpy means.

Or worse rizz

“So what you’re saying is I am a master rizz”

Imagine explaining to Malik google maps

He be so mad like

“” you mean people don’t have to draw maps where your from?!”

Imagine explaining to Desmond the havoc of COVID

Poor man would be so confused

“ what why did they buy all the toilet paper?”

I’m also 100% sure both Malik and Evie would want a copy of “the internet”

“ where can I purchase this magical book?”

[demigoddessqueens]

OMG these are so cute!! 💕🥹💞

Happy holidays!! 🎁

*gives your AC bois mistletoe kisses*

Aw merci a toi aussi bonne vacances !

[kiatheinsomniac]

Gods... This one would be exquisite with Ezio and his lover... 😍

“ you're... quite experienced, aren't you? “ “ does that scare you? “

This was supposed to be like 1500 words but it ended up being 3000+

NSFW below the cut

Innocence and Experience

"You know..." You began, a smile teasing the corners of your lips, "I'll be done a lot quicker if I actually have some workspace." You smiled down at your lover whose head was currently resting in your lap where you wished to place down your mixing palette.

Ezio simply frowned beneath you and turned his head into your stomach, wrapping his arms around your waist, making you giggle softly and reach a hand down to caress his hair. You were currently trying to teach yourself how to paint candlelight but a certain someone was keen on disrupting your concentration. A good amount of your time at Ezio's home was spent using the art supplies that he had got for you - your parents banned you from such practice as a woman but seemed perfectly happy to allow your younger brother the leisure of art. It made you spite them and want to spend as much time possible at 'your dear friend Claudia's home'.

Ezio made sure that you could indulge in what you enjoyed, regardless of what was expected of you as a woman, and it only made you fall in love with him more.

Well, when he wasn't dying for your attention, that is.

He lifted his head to take up your entire vision, a hand coming up to cup your face which you gladly leaned your head into, not being able to resist returning the beaming smile that he gave you. You always melted at the intensely loving gaze that he gave you in moments like this, setting your brush aside to lean towards him, placing a chaste kiss to his lips before burying your face against his shoulder, arms around his neck as he lifted you into his lap to hold you close, arms coiling around your waist. You pulled back a little to push some hair away from his eyes, fingertips gently tracing his jaw.

Though you soon noticed how his eyes were fixed to your lips and your cheeks flushed with heat, making you turn your head away and laugh nervously, going to stand up but you were held firmly in his arms. He leaned in to kiss you again and again and again, more and more, arms pulling you ever closer as your hands traced up from his chest to the base of his neck, fingertips featherly dragging against his skin to hold his face in your hands, kisses growing less and less innocent.

You gasped at the sensation of his hand against your calf, pushing your skirts upward as he went but he soon stopped when you pulled away, hiding your face against his shoulder once more.

"We don't have to do anything that you don't want to..." He murmured against your ear, one hand caressing your hair while the thumb of his hand on your calf brushed tenderly against your skin.

"I..." You began, not knowing what to say. You wanted him to share his love for you in this way, to show that you trusted him utterly - but it was other people who you didn't trust, it was rumour, scandal, familial dishonour. "We're unmarried, Ezio. If anyone found out..." You wrapped your arms around him and held him close, despising terribly wanting something so scandalous.

"Do you want to wait?" He pulled you back so he could meet your eyes, delicately pushing some hair away from your face. You hesitantly shook your head.

"But I'm afraid of the consequences..."

"Do you think I will ever move on from you?" He asked, seeming hurt and you laughed a little, the thought sounding so ridiculous to you. The man could hardly go a day without seeing you, even to the point of sneaking into your window on certain nights. He was eager to send Claudia over to your home to collect you so that you could spend time together, your parents utterly unaware that you were being held in the arms of a man who you were unofficially courting.

Sometimes you thought of telling them about Ezio - his family were slightly wealthier than you own, your father being a well-off merchant - perhaps they would approve of a marriage between the two of you. But you were forbidden from spending company with boys of your own age, they went as far as to send you to your room when your brother had his friends visit. Part of you was almost certain that they would see you to a convent one day.

So you did what you knew was wisest and kept your relationship a secret - you would not gamble with the most precious thing you had.

"Never." You replied, "But by consequences I mean if people find out about what we've done or... you know..." Your eyes flickered between his and you could see the thoughts turn in his head before he realised what you were getting at.

"And in that case, I make sure we wed as soon as we find out." He replied, "I would never leave you alone in such a situation, cuore mio." You sighed and leaned in to kiss him.

"I love you..." You smiled softly.

"And I love you more..." He replied, "What do you say?"

"Yes." His grin only grew and you gasped when he picked you up so easily. He carried you to his bed where, beginning to kiss you once more, he laid you down against the plush quilt and pillows.

"Promise me two things?" You whispered against his lips, fingers tangled in his hair anxiously.

"Whatever you wish..." He replied, one hand beside your head to support himself and the other resting at the dip of your waist.

"Be gentle and... don't find me stupid for anything..." You knew that, unlike in your case, you weren't his first. He knew much more about this than you and you felt a little intimidated by that. You could only hope that you wouldn't be disappointed as your cousin, Chiara, claimed to be on her wedding night in the whispered gossip that the two of you had once shared.

"Always; and I would never ridicule you." He replied and eased you to sit upright, hands finding the ties at the back of your bodice and sides of your skirts. As he reached for your chemise, your final layer of clothing that his your nude body from his eyes, you reached forwards to pull at his waistcoat too, anxious at the thought of letting someone see you in such a way for the first time. You got to unbuckling his belt when he reached for your chemise once more and you glanced towards the light that was coming in from the window.

"Can we close the curtains?" You asked in a quiet voice and he nodded, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

"I won't judge you for the way you look."

"I know you would never... but... just to help me..."

"Of course." And you let out a small laugh at the eagerness and speed that he put into racing to the other side of the room and snapping the velvet drapes shut, shrouding the room in shadow.

He was soon back by your side and you guided his hands to the hem of your clothing, lifting your arms over your head to make it all the easier for him, hearing a low hum leave his throat and soon he was on top of you once more, laying you back. His hands rested on your waist and seemed to itch to move further.

"Can I touch you?" He murmured against your collarbone, feeling his hot breath against your skin, now pricked with gooseflesh in the cool air of the room.

"Please do..." And, less than a moment after the words left your lips, his hands pushed up to cup your breasts, lips pressing passionate kisses to the span of skin across your chest. The intimacy had you gently panting already and you reached to remove his shirt, your body lightly shivering already. He seemed to be sculpted by one of the many great artists that were rising up in Firenze: broad, muscular shoulders with biceps that explained with one look how he was able to carry you around so effortlessly, he had a defined Adonis' belt and a trail of dark hair leading down, down, down...

"You're trembling." He pointed out, lips brushing against your left breast.

"It's a big moment." You replied quietly. You didn't want anyone to overhear what was about to occur in this room; for the sake of avoiding scandal and because it was a moment that you wanted to share with Ezio and Ezio alone. "...and I'm quite cold." He gasped at the thought of you being uncomfortable in any way and got off from you for a few short seconds to get the quilt out from under you and lay it over both of your bodies.

"Better?" You nodded your head and pulled him down for another kiss - this one hotter and messier than the others, sighing as his tongue dipped into your mouth and you followed his lead as his hand skimmed from your hip to your thigh, gently guiding it to rest against his own hip, one of his knees now separating your legs so that he could rest his weight between them, causing you to quietly moan against his mouth. "Come here." He murmured and picked you up, wrapping the quilt around your shoulders and moving behind you so that you were sat on his lap, turned to the side just enough so that you could tilt your head to still see his face. One of his legs came between yours and he bent it upwards, moving it aside so that his own movement caused you to spread your legs apart.

His fingers traced down your sternum until they rested against your pubic bone. "Is this alright?" He asked.

"It's perfect," you sighed, "and I adore your kisses." You both broke out into a smile and his lips were on yours again, tracing along the curve of your jaw and down your neck as his fingers began tracing horizontal lines across your bare skin, causing you to melt against his body behind yours and buck your hips in search of the touch that you so desperately craved between your legs.

"I adore you..." He replied and his fingers traced further down. He groaned against the nape of your neck when his fingers finally dipped between your folds, now dripping in slickness. You reached down to take his wrist and guided his fingers ever so slightly upwards to brush against your clit. He shushed you when a sudden moan left your mouth, knowing how wary you were of secrecy in what you had decided to share with him. Your head fell back against his shoulder when he began to trace the pads of his fingers in circles, applying more pressure. "Brava..." He breathed out against your temple and your eyes opened to look up and meet his, feeling his fingers drag lowed down to tease your entrance.

"Gently." You spoke out hurriedly and he nodded his head, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek before slowly delving a long finger into your heat, watching attentively for any sign that he might be causing you any discomfort. But all you did was bite your lip to stifle a moan as he curled it upwards, eyes rolling back as they closed. He slowly, experimentally, began to pump his finger in and out, curling and uncurling as he did so. Your blush only grew at the faint wet noises of his movements within you and you reached back to run your fingers through his hair, your left hand gripping onto his which had been resting on your hip until that moment. "I need more, please..." Your lips brushed against his jaw and you moaned at the feeling of him adding a second finger, filling you more and continuing with the same actions as before, getting faster, harder, the heel of his palm beginning to hit against your clit with each movement.

You buried your face against his neck to muffle a drawn-out moan at the sensation of his touches, pressing kisses to his olive-toned skin between your desperate pants.

"Is this alright?" He asked, his voice sounding lower than before.

"It's perfect... your fingers are much bigger than mine." You confessed and this image of you seemed to spur him on because suddenly his hand moved father, in much more eager and even harsh movements before the tensity in your lower stomach melted in the sudden crashing wave of bliss. By the time you came down from the high, you realised that his hand had come to cover your mouth and he removed it to capture your lips in a kiss, feeling his wet fingers swipe against your inner thigh to clean them off a little.

"I promised you discretion, don't you be the one to break it." He teased and you laughed, albeit a little nervously. He had known exactly where to touch you and how, both of which had you lost in the sensation.

"You're... quite experienced, aren't you?" You asked.

"Does that scare you?"

You bit down on your kiss-swollen lip, feeling somewhat silly for your answer.

"A little... maybe quite a lot."

"Are you worried that I'll compare you to other women?" He squeezed your hand and you nodded your head ever so slightly but he got out from behind you and laid you back down gently, his hips resting between your thighs and you could feel his hardness against your inner thigh. "You're not other women, amore," He breathed out against your soft skin as he kissed his way downwards, feeling the slight tremble in your legs from your recent orgasm. "And..." He began to speak between passionate kisses, small nips and suckles against your flesh, "Why on God's Earth would I judge you... when I have the chance to be the one to teach you all of these things? Do you know how much that means to a man?" The carefree intimacy that he doused you with had you smiling giddily, the blush ever prominent on your cheeks.

"No, I don't know..." You mumbled, pulling him closer with a leg hooked over his hip, "But I'm desperate for you to show me..."

You pulled him in for yet another kiss, this one slow and tender as he pushed his trousers down past his hips. He brought your hand down between your bodies to wrap your hand around his length, guiding you to touch him. Soon enough, he brought it back up by the wrist to press your arm down into the mattress beside your head, fingertips caressing your wrist as he let go.

"You tell me the moment you want to stop or take a break, ok?" His eyes were serious as they flickered between yours and you nodded your head in understanding, your chest rising and falling with each breath.

Soon, his dick was pressed to your entrance, pushing ever so cautiously into you and watching how your back arched upwards, legs pushing even further apart for him. He stopped when a shuddered breath left you and you threw your head back, fingers digging into his shoulder blades.

"Are you alright?" He murmured and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You nodded your head quickly and opened your eyes to look at him.

"Can you... just slowly move..." You stammered. He began doing as you had asked and a whine left your throat as you pushed your hips against his.

"Tell me everything that you need, dolcezza." He groaned against your cheek and one of your hands came up to tangle in his dark hair. He took the bucking of your hips as a sign to go deeper, a little faster, staying attentive to all of your reactions as his arm snaked under your back, pulling your body up against his and causing you to arch your back more. Tossed to the throes of pleasure, you hadn't noticed how one of your legs had now come up to rest against his outer shoulder and he sat up a little more to hook the bend of your knee over his shoulder, keeping it there and turning his head to kiss your thigh. "Comfortable?"

"Very." You replied without hesitation, "But please, more, I need more of you." Somehow your body felt liberated and as though it were moving without your will to force it, hips pushing against Ezio's thrusts and fighting back the moans that rose up in your throat. He didn't need to be told twice as his pace grew more eager, going at you harder and hearing the groans that he muffled against the softness of your thigh, watching his tongue lap at where he had previously smeared your wetness there.

Your hand dipped down between your bodies to satisfy the aching need of your clit but it was pushed away when Ezio sat upon his knees, replacing your hand with his own and suddenly the view of his body, your skin against his, his pleasured face and frantic movements pushed you over the edge, walls squeezing against him as you pressed the back of your palm to your mouth, hearing your skin meeting over your muffled sounds of pleasure.

He quickly slipped out of you to rapidly pump his hand over his reddened length, spilling his white seed over your stomach. He remained like that for a moment, hand squeezing your thigh that still rested against his shoulder as he took in the sight of you, head flopped back against the pillow beneath your head, breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath, how your hips still slightly twitched. Then, he fell on top of you, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you close to his body. The both of you were panting, sweating slightly, hearts hammering in your chests.

He lifted his head to meet your eyes and cupped your face, gently kissing the corner of your lips.

"Do you feel alright?" He asked quietly and you kissed him back before replying:

"I'm just a little sore but I'm ok." He sat up and looked down between your legs, fingers touching the sheet there and a sympathetic look overtook his face.

"You bled a little..." He mumbled before getting up to the pitcher on the table opposite the end of the bed, pouring some into a bowl and dipping a cloth into it before returning to you to gently wipe down your body before doing the same for himself. As he did that, you reached over for his shirt on the other side of the bed and pulled it over your head, snuggling under the heavy quilt to warm yourself. Ezio glanced over to you and smiled, joining you under the blanket and pulling you close to his body, chin resting against your head.

"I love you." He spoke, palm splayed across your back and running up and down your spine.

"I love you more." You replied, pausing for a moment, "Can we do that again later?" He laughed against your hair and pulled you closer to his body.

"As many times as you want."

[navstuffs]

ezio auditore x shy!fem!reader ?

Il Dottoressa

Pairing: AC2!Ezio x ShyFem!Reader

Summary: Ezio has a crush on you, the doctor's daughter; or where Ezio gets hurt on purpose to see you.

Warnings: non-canon compliance, non-history compliance (i had to adapt), LONG ONE-SHOT, no description of reader, FLUFF, blood, injuries, italian translated using translator

Author's Notes: hii, thank you so much for requesting <3! i hope you enjoy reading it because i had tons of fun writing it! just a reminder: my requests for ezio are still open! click here for more info!

You should consider yourself a lucky woman. Your father Giuseppe was a man of Science, a doctor who always cared about your well-being and education, especially after your mother's death. He didn't obligate you to wed or have kids like most parents.

For him, for you to carry the family's legacy was to become a doctor. So you did your best to learn as much as possible, in secret. To the rest of society, your father suggested you be portrayed just as his errand daughter. Nobody knew the full extent of your abilities. So you advised treatments, assisted your dad in the shop he had, and turned out to be every child's favorite doctor. They were easier to talk to than most adults. You meet Ezio on your first day alone at the shop. Your dad had to help a patient with an urgent matter in another town and gave you clear instructions on how to proceed.

"They will try to bargain but do not drop the price too much. Let them think they got a deal."

The day went by relatively easy. Two regular clients pass by to get some medicine and talk a little. After a few hours of boredom, you open a book and let your eyes wander through the pages. Your dad may allow you to help with surgery next time if you gather more knowledge. You also needed to focus on having a steady hand...

"Scusi."

Startled by the sudden voice, you held your book close to your chest so it wouldn't fall. When you turn around, you immediately recognize the man: Ezio Auditore. Your dad had alerted you about him: the questionable man with a white robe and hood that always paid the total price. Your dad ordered you not to over-extend the conversation with the strange man. Your attention goes to his arm, where he was holding a torn, bloody sleeve. You don't need to predict he will ask you for a curative. You point to the chair, and Ezio sinks into the chair.

You get some alcohol and some clean cloths. You have no reason to be afraid or nervous; you are in the middle of town, and the man won't do anything. And now, most importantly, he was a patient.

Ignoring your internal concerns, you focused on working. His torn sleeve was soaked with blood, but you no longer saw any blood dropping out of the cut, so you concentrated on cleaning the blood from the injury with alcohol. Like most people, Ezio didn't react to the pain, so you continued. Then you begin to wrap his arm in a bandage. That cut had to be done with a sharp spear.

"Where is the other Signore that stays here?" Ezio asked, his voice sounding tired.

"My father had business somewhere else," You responded, focusing on finishing the bandage. When you are done, you make sure it was all secured. Looked perfect.

"So I won't lose my arm anytime soon, Signorina?" Ezio attempted to joke, giving you a faint smile, and you ignored him. You placed your stuff on the shop's cart and waited as he checked your work.

"Grazie. I haven't seen any women doctors around town. What is your name?"

"It will be 30 florins, Signore."

"Va bene," Ezio put the money in your hand, and you counted. It seems he gave you an extra five florins. He was already gone when you lifted your head, disappearing in the middle of the people. You want to call his name and catch up to him, but you shake your head. He either purposely did that, or it was just a mistake. 

After that day, your dad decided you could stay in the shop alone. You were so excited and thrilled. Your dad could now go to another town as a doctor while you cared for his business. 

You glow with pride and happiness. You see Ezio Auditore once or twice, jumping around buildings, doing who-knows. He didn't seem to notice you, which you thanked mentally. You had asked your dad what exactly Ezio was doing, and your dad affirmed it was neither your business nor his to know, it just looked dangerous. Ezio only appeared in his shop with parts of his body hurt, cut, bruised, or broken more than the average person. As curious as you are to ask, you understand your dad is done with this conversation.

The next time you see Ezio, he has a dislocated shoulder. You try to give him something to bite, but he shakes his head, gritting his teeth. You want to ask how he got this, but it is not your place. When you pop his shoulder back into place, Ezio grunts. You recommend that he avoid using that shoulder for more vigorous activities. Ezio gives you a half-smile as if he knows something you don't.

"It will be 50 florins this time."

You feel he gives you more florins when he hands you the money.

"You are giving me too much, Signore."

"As a thank you. Can't I do that?"

You don't really know how to respond to that. It is his money. Extra money even. Before you can answer, he grabs your hand and kisses it lightly. You freeze in your spot, unable to move.

"Name is Ezio Auditore. Can you tell me yours?"

It is your first time giving a good look at Ezio Auditore. He seems to have brown hair. He has a scar across his lips, now with what appears to be a naughty smile, which just makes him more charming. He is staring at you, really staring at you. You want to protest, but your voice dies down your throat. You gulp, trying to find something to say, but nothing comes out.

"We shall see each other around, Dottoressa."

And you do end up seeing him, now what it seemed once at least every week. Ezio appears with a horrible bruise on his back and watches, delighted, as you look away, mortified, when he lifts his robe. He appears a few days later with a raspy cough. Then, comes back three days later, alleging he fell to his head and had a horrible headache. You want to ask him if there are no other doctors in town, but hold your tongue. And Ezio was sincerely trying to make you smile and laugh most of the time.

Like when he appeared with a bow attached to his back. You took it out carefully, ensuring you didn't hurt him too much or cause him to die. Besides, you were thankfully thanking his presence at this point: the rate Ezio got injured, he would end up being your first surgery.

"Does it look like I die today, Dottoressa?" He exclaims as you finish cleaning the hole. Why he has to say that in such a sexy way?

"Not today, Signore Auditore."

"Ezio," He corrects you, as the other times, and you roll your eyes, ignoring him. When you are done, Ezio gives you more money than he should.

"I should not go far, probably. I will get hurt and come here for you to repair me." You answer him with a half-smile, too nervous to say anything else. You know he is getting hurt on purpose; he probably knows that as well, and instead of sending him away, you continue seeing him.

"Oh, mhm, I almost forgot," Ezio taps his body, takes out a book, and handles it to you. It seems to be about different kinds of poisons and diseases.

"What is this?"

"For you, Dottoressa. I have seen you read books about it and presumed you would like it."

You are surprised, flipping over the book with care. It looks expensive and updated. That would help you so much with your studies. You couldn't believe Ezio got you something like this.

"Signore Ezio, I can't accept it. "

"Per favore?" Ezio's voice sounds like he imploring, "You have done so much for me. It is the least I can do."

You want to say no and argue that he has already given you more money than he should, but Ezio appears so anxious for your answer. You feel the heavy book in your hands, and your desire gets the best of you. You nod, and Ezio's worried expression turns into a big smile.

"I will see you around, Dottoressa."

"Grazie, Ezio." You finally say when he is too far away to hear it.

After that, your relationship with Ezio got closer. Although you hadn't said your name, he seemed satisfied to watch you flustered when he called you "Mia Dottoressa favorita" or "Il Dottoressa Bella." Or when he continued to bring you more books. When you finally open them at home, they would have different flowers inside.

It wasn't hard to keep all of that hidden from your dad. Your father was out of town almost daily, traveling around Italy. It was also challenging to just not tell Ezio your name. Before, it was for your sense of security, but now, there wasn't much reason to keep it hidden. Ezio was nearly like a friend. Yes, he could be cocky and a little show-off, but he also had a gentle and entertaining side. He could listen to you speak for hours about how crazy the human body could be. He never interrupted you or seemed bored. On the contrary, it was like nothing else existed except for you. 

"Are you going to be a Dottoressa at the end?"

"Si, Signore Ezio. Your books are helping me a lot." You confessed, feeling breathless like always when he was around. Gathering all your courage, you finally ask him, "Can I ask you something?"

"Si?" Ezio's gaze looks full of hope.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to. Why are you always so hurt? Who are you fighting?"

Ezio ponders for a moment before answering.

"For mi familia. I would tell you more, but- " You certainly felt like you shouldn't have asked now. Idiota, you think.

"Well, if that might help you... I am your Dottoressa after all."

"Oh, you are my Dottoressa?" The way he emphasized the word my! You wish a hole had just opened in the ground so that it could eat you as a whole. This was something regular now: Ezio always says or does something to leave you without words. One of those days, you will gather all your courage and do the same to him. 

But until then, you are happy that Ezio sticks around. Always afraid he will be one of these days badly hurt, and you won't be around to help him. You could only hope he would always come back to you.

EPILOGUE:

You are almost home when a few guards rush in your direction, screaming and pointing at the sky. With your heart shrinking, you look up, wishing that Ezio is safe tonight. Almost at your door, you hear a loud thumb next to a haystack pile. Looking around and assuring there is no one, you investigate the origin of the noise. To your surprise, you see Ezio badly injured. You run to kneel at his side, checking the extension of his wounds. It doesn't look well.

Merda merda.

"Ezio? Can you hear me?" He is semi-conscious, his eyes struggling to stay open. You can hear more guards getting close. With no choice and all your strength, you pull his body towards the haystack, hiding and praying that the guards won't see the trail of blood behind you.

The guards finally arrive, and your heart bumps against your chest as they investigate everywhere. You feel Ezio's rapid breath as you lightly place your hand on his chest as if keeping you there alive with you.

Ezio moans low, and you bend to his ear, whispering frantically.

"Shhh, I am here, Ezio, it is me. We will be okay."

When the guards finally leave, after what seems to take an eternity, you leave the haystack pile, making sure no one is around. Not hearing anyone, you hurry back to Ezio, attempting to make him fully conscious.

"Ezio, per favore, you have to focus on me. On my voice. We need to get you out of there, we need to bring you inside!"

"Dottoressa?" His voice sounds so weak it just breaks your heart. You hold his cheek, and his skin feels hot. A fever? What if he has been poisoned? You have to get him in your house, but you are afraid to pull him, and he dies, afraid you might be found by the Guards, and he dies. 

There is no time for this, Dottoressa. This is your patient, and you better save him. 

You pull Ezio's body with your arms to your house entrance. With difficulty, you place him on an old sofa-like, not caring about the mess. With not a lot of options, you rip his destroyed robe and his shirt. At this point, Ezio is shaking with cold, despite his body being extremely hot. You start disinfecting his injuries, checking how bad they are. It doesn't seem that he was punctured. While you clean, you notice the rest of his body for damages. You take his boots out, and with hands shaking, you rip his pants. Praying mentally for no injuries, you cut until his upper thigh. Nothing. Relieved, you focus on his head, letting go of his ponytail. No extensive injuries. Good. You continue cleaning and give him some medicine for his fever, covering his body with a clean sheet.

You let yourself get distracted by how long his hair is. You always theorized it was much shorter. You pass your finger through his hair, and Ezio lets out a long sigh. 

You know the following hours will be crucial. Ezio might react badly; you must stay awake if he needs you. If he was poisoned, he might respond during the night. You bring a chair close to Ezio, watching him peacefully sleep. You implore him to survive. You plead for him to be healthy. 

When Ezio wakes up in the morning, he is immediately aware of being in a strange house, not a cell. He tries to move, but his body just hurts so much. Last night, when he was on his way to see you with a small cut on his finger, he ended up getting in the middle of a mess. After fighting his way out, he was still followed. Tired and exhausted, he didn't know the extent of his injuries until he passed out and fell from the top of a building.

He examines around, finding you sound asleep in a chair. How he ended up there? Ignoring the pain in his body, Ezio sits down, roaming his eyes through his body. It could have been worse. He lifts the sheet, notices you cut his pants down and chuckles low. That seems to wake you up, and Ezio feels slightly guilty about it. 

"Dottoressa?" He calls you. You promptly get up, touching his head and arms to check for any signs of fever. Looks normal. You were glad you didn't choose the leeches last night.

"How are you feeling, Ezio?"

"I am fine, probably thanks to you. How?"

"I heard something falling from a building last night. When I went to check, I saw you badly injured. Had to hide in a haystack while the guards were looking for you. Brought you here and kept an eye on you for the rest of the night."

"How come if you have slept, Dottoressa?" He jokes, and you laugh, glad to see him alive.

"Now I owe you my life. How much is this even going to cost me, Dottoressa? Am I going bankrupt?" Ezio questions in a teasing tone.

"N-no? I am just glad you are alright, Ezio. I was so afraid last night that you were going to di-"

"You saved me, mia bella. Just to prove you should be my particular Dottoressa. Not anybody else's. Mine." He provokes you again, confident that you wouldn't answer.

"Do you want me? To be just yours?" It is funny to watch Ezio lose all the color on his face. For the first time, he is the stunned one, left without an answer, "What happened, Ezio Auditore? Is something wrong with your tongue? Should I check for you?"

You don't know if it is last night's stress or Ezio looking like he is losing his mind, but you laugh until your belly hurts. Ezio is confused at first but smiles, understanding your joke.

"Very good, mia cara. Very good. Joking with my feelings like that. I could have died last night, you know."

Cleaning the tears in the corner of your eyes, you pull your chair close to his. Ezio observes, curious, while you grab and hold his hand into yours.

"I wasn't joking when I said I could be yours."

Your confession makes Ezio's mouth drop slightly, but he quickly recomposes himself. He cleans his throat, with his other free hand calling you closer. You get up from the chair, your legs shaking, and he starts by caressing your chin. You close your eyes, and Ezio follows his touch to your cheeks and lips. He traces your lips with his fingers, admiring you as the most beautiful piece of art he has ever seen.

You melt in his arms when he brings you closer and finally kisses you. Holding into his shoulder gently, you kiss him back, letting yourself fully stroke his hair. Ezio's hands are placed on your cheeks. When you two finally break apart, you are both breathless, wishing for more. Your heart, your soul, asks for more.

"Dottoressa.."

You shake your head, smiling, and finally tell Ezio your name.

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