#ezio auditore x reader fluff

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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.

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Leon Kennedy

ONE-SHOTS:

SMUT:

two weeks (SMUT)

“give me two weeks, you won’t recognize her.”

5 stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (SMUT) (F!Reader)

Leon Kennedy is on his way to pick you up in 5 minutes.

Project L.S.K (SLIGHT DUBCON/SMUT)

After Spain, the U.S. government decides Leon Kennedy is too precious to be wasted, so they start a project with you as the leader. (aka the fanfic where you have to collect semen from Leon)

BratTamer!Leon with SpoiledRichGN!Reader

FLUFF:

Blind Date

Luis arranges a blind date for you.

Wonderful Surprise.

After a horrible day at work, you find a surprise at your job’s doorstep.

Leon protects gn!reader with his body

Secret Admirer

It is fall, and Leon Kennedy has a secret admirer.

DO IT FOR HIM

Leon catches a particular item on your stuff.

Sunbeams

Heart to-go

You hate coffee. Of course, with your luck, you end up falling in love with a cute blushing barista.

A convenient misunderstanding

Leon thinks you are in love with someone else.

GN!Reader takes Leon on (finally) a dinner date

"Who did this to you?" + Fluff

Leon's Guilty Pleasure

You shouldn’t have seen him like this, but now you and Leon have to deal with the consequences of his actions.

ANGST:

Emptiness (MAJOR ANGST, PLEASE READ MY WARNINGS CAREFULLY!), Russian translated version by @sonelik

You are dead, and Leon wonders why he is still alive.

Creep (MAJOR ANGST)

“You are so fucking special. I wish I was special”’; because sometimes love isn’t enough.

A moment forever ago

In an elevator, a moment forever ago, Leon might have found the love of his life. But it was over forever ago.

Anchor

It is 1 am when Leon Kennedy knocks on your door. He shouldn’t be there and you shouldn’t have opened it. 

HEADCANONS:

leon adopting a dog

threesome between leon kennedy x f!reader x ezio auditore (SMUT)

MISCELLANEOUS:

what would truly happen in emptiness (MAJOR ANGST)

How would Leon Kennedy and Carlos Oliveira react to a GN!Reader who gets lazy/tired while on top (SMUT)

You make Carlos go feral and speak brazilian portuguese/Carlos teaches you brazilian portuguese/ Leon speaks Italian while in bed (SMUT)

Leon + GN!Reader who doesn’t want to have sex (but can’t express it)

Fun times at the beach (SMUT)

A terrible encounter

An encounter with someone from your past brings your feelings over the edge.

Tiktok Prank

MULTI-CHAPTER:

RookieCop!Leon x BustyF!Reader (SMUT starts on 2nd part) - Traffic stop, Nude painting class

Your sports bra malfunctions during a traffic stop with a shy rookie cop. You continue meeting him in unusual circumstances.

sade trilogy (succubusf!reader/SMUT) - no ordinary love

Leon falls in love with you, a succubus. This series won't follow a chronological order.

babygirl series - calling leon babygirl, saving your babygirl, taking your babygirl to the barbie movie opening

[stardustmorozov]

My Other Fics

Key: 💞 Fluff 😭 Angst 🥺 Hurt/Comfort 🔥 Smut 🔖A/B/O

Ezio Auditore: What A Night (Ezio x F!Reader) 💞 (Ao3) Ezio falls in love again after Cristina 💞

The Mandalorian: The One With The Wedding (Cabur (OC) x GN!Reader) 💞

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels: Comfort Zone (Jack Daniels x GN!Reader) 🥺🔖 (Ao3 Link Here) Showered In Love  (Jack Daniels x GN!Reader) 💞 🔖 (Ao3 Link Here) A Whiskey One-Shot (Jack Daniels x GN!Reader) 💞 🔖 Roadtrip 💞 Hot Chocolate Summer 💞

Genshin Impact Characters: Dottore Smut 🔥(Il Dottore x AFAB!Reader)

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Requested? No

Ship - Embers!Shao Jun x Auditore!Male reader

Oneshot - Comfort Love

Rating - Mature

Fluff, Strong Language and Lemon

Description - After Shao came to the Auditore homestead and while staying at the homestead she talks to the oldest Auditore child, Y/n. After Shao and Y/n confess their feelings to each other they then have sex. Later Ezio walk in on them sleeping but knows what they did but leaves it for the morning but he does tell Sofia.

[Shao's POV]

It's been a few days since you've arrived at the Auditore homesteading but you're settling in fine.

You're just talking to Flavia Auditore the second oldest by her older brother, Y/n.

Shao: So Flavia...

Flavia: Yes?

Shao: How old is your brother?

Flavia: He's 19... Why?

Shao [Curious]: 19? That's the same age I am... Was he born in 1505 by any chance?

Flavia [Curious]: Sí... So you're the same age as Y/n?

Shao: Yeah. I've haven't met him yet though.

Flavia: I can bring him her if you two want to meet each other properly.

Shao: Alright... Go get him.

Flavia [Excited]: Be right back!

Flavia runs to Y/n and see him petting one of the horses and brings him to you but before she leaves she tells him something before going into the homestead.

Y/n: Hey...

Shao: Hi, I'm guessing you're Y/n?

Y/n: Yeah, Shao right?

Shao [Struggling]: Sí...

Y/n: Still struggling with Italian?

Shao: Yeah... So confusing.

Y/n: I can help you if you want... I was raised on it.

Shao [Nods]: Alright, but Y/n?

Y/n: Sí?

Shao: I need to tell you something later, ok?

Y/n: Yeah ok.

Few hours later, [Y/n's POV]

You been teaching Shao Italian for the last few hours, slowly but surely she's getting the hang of it.

Y/n: There you got it.

Shao: Thanks for helping. But Y/n?

Y/n: Sí, what is it?

Shao: It might be better if I show you...

Y/n: Ok [Nods] Ok

Shao leans in to you and starts kissing you but you lean in too and start kissing Shao but soon the kiss becomes heated and you push Shao down but before it continues you break away and you both catches you're breath and you say to her.

Y/n: Want to take this to my room before we get caught?

Shao: [Nods] Yeah...

Y/n: Hold on.

You pick up and carry Shao; she yelps when she got picked by you and carry her to your room and you close it.

You and Shao begin to make out again but also stripping yourselves from each other's clothing and you nip at a certain spot on Shao's neck making her release a moan from her.

Shao: [Moans]... Right there, Y/n... [Moans]

You continue your motions at the same spot but undos Shao's bra; showing her small but somewhat big breasts. You remove you mouth from where you were nipping Shao at and beginning groping Shao's breasts with your hands and nipples with your mouth naking her moans go high pitch but you cover her mouth quickly saying.

Y/n: Shh... Don't want anyone to know what we were doing in here, right?

Shao: Sí.

Y/n: Bene... Now stay quiet.

Shao nods and you continue to drive her crazy until both her breasts and nipples are bright red. You grip Shao's panties abd you look at her saying.

Y/n: You sure you want this?

Shao: Yes... Very much so. Just pull out before you cum.

Y/n: Alright.

You pull Shao's panties off showing you a full view of her pussy and you also pull off you underwear with your dick showing.

Shao: Fuck...

Y/n: Shh... We'll take it slow. Let me put it in.

Shao: Ok, [Nods].

You thrust into Shao with your dick making her groan and whine in discomfort and pleasure; breaking her virgin walls.

You wait until she's comfortable and gives you single to start thrusting into her. She nods singling you to move and you do, making her moan in pleasure.

While thrusting into her you take her right nipple into your mouth. Shao's eyes roll back into her head with her release close.

Shao: [Moans] Y/n I'm gonna... [Moans] Cum!

Y/n: Go ahead, baby girl...

Shao cums at the nickname you gave her throwing her over the edge. You're not to far behind Shao, you pull out last second and Shao sucks you off making you release in her mouth and she swallows your cum.

You pull the covers to let yourself and Shao sleep but before sleep consumes you and Shao; you both kiss goodnight.

[Ezio's POV]

You and Sofia just put Flavia asleep and you haven't seen much of Y/n or Shao today not since at least dinner at 4 and it's now 10:55, you turn to Sofia and say.

Ezio: Sofia what don't you head to bed I'll check Y/n's room to see if either Y/n and/ or Shao is there.

Sofia: Alright Ezio, See you in the morning.

You head to Y/n's room with the door closed and you start to open it saying.

Ezio: Weird, Y/n usually has his door open a crack maybe he's out for tonight-

You cut yourself off to see Y/n and Shao in bed sleeping but you look down at the floor seeing clothes scattered about. They both fuckedb no doubt about that, you and them are having a serious talk in the morning but for now your gonna let them sleep.

You head to yours and Sofia's room and you lie down and fall asleep wonsering what transpired to the gaving sex with each other.

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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.”

[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.

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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)."

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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.

MASTERLIST | EZIO'S MASTERLIST

[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..

[jofie-does-things]

In which the care package comes in the form of a tall, Italian sweetheart

Pairing: Ezio Auditore x reader - Modern AU (You know the drill)

WC: 600

A/N: I’ve been feeling pretty beat up these last few days and today is the day I cracked so have some SUPER self-indulgent fluff in drabble form that I cranked out through my tears :)

Also not beta read at all so… do with that info what you will

A rhythmic knock on the door to your apartment is what pulls your brain from the loop of self doubt and frustration. A knock that simultaneously has you perking up but also wanting to burrow into the makeshift nest of blankets you’ve arranged on your bed. He couldn’t have picked a worse time to show up. You’d hate for him to see you like this: hair ratty, in your favorite set of comfort pjs, and having cried so much that your eyes feel like they’re going to cement shut.

And you know it’s him because-

“Mia cara! I know you’re in there! Your roommate texted me and I’ve brought you some things to cheer you up!” Ezio calls through the door, clearly audible to anyone within a 5-mile radius. It’s something that you’re gonna hear about later from your neighbors, but at this point, you couldn’t care less.

With quiet pads of your socks on the hardwood floors, you cross the room and set your hand on the doorknob, still debating with yourself on if you want to let him in or not. The glow of your laptop through the open door of your bedroom casts a blurry blue shine onto your hand as a fresh wave of hot tears rushes forward. And before you can debate it any further, you’re edging the door open with a sniffle. Peeking through the crack at your friend, you attempt to wipe the tears from your face before he can catch a glimpse.

In the light of the bright hallway, Ezio stands, in all his glory, with a few bags of what looks to be ingredients for pasta in one hand and balancing a tray of gas station drinks in the other. You notice that he’s wearing his souvenir California sweatshirt like the nerd he is along with some black sweatpants. He’s also giving you his award winning smile, looking as charming as ever. It makes you cringe as you desperately rearrange yourself.

“Hey Ezio, I didn’t miss a study sesh did I?” You know you didn’t, but you’re trying to keep him from noticing the tear tracks on your cheeks. He shakes his head cheerfully.

“No, but I noticed that you weren’t in class today, so I texted you, but you didn’t answer, so I texted your roommate.” You wince at that. When you’d decided to skip class this morning you do remember turning Do Not Disturb on for maximum time to wallow in your misery.

Ezio, not one for patience, continues on.

“She told me that you needed a pick me up, so I brought you a meal that I will be making, along with dessert,” he adds that part with a wink, “a drink, a fluffy blanket, and me, your favorite person.” And with that, he pushes past you into the darkness of the apartment.

You’re dumbfounded as he makes his way around the kitchen, standing there with your mouth agape as he rummages through your cupboards in search of utensils. He notices your staring, and makes an exaggerated gesture with a small “Vai!” to the blanket filled with, what you can now see is a fluffy blanket, a spa mask, and some chocolate.

There’s a heat rising to your cheeks and you thank him with a small voice, barely catching a glimpse of the small smile that crosses his face while he focuses on the pasta sauce simmering on the stove.

“It’s no problem, mia cara. I’ll do anything to see that smile on your face.”

[fandom-imagines-stuff]

Do you have a masterlist?

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

[omgrachwrites]

High Adventure - Ezio Auditore

Pairing: Ezio Auditore x Reader

Summary: When you hear the news of your awful fiance's death, you travel to Tuscany to meet the man that took his life, and saved yours in return.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of abuse, mentions of death

Words: 1379

Translations: Nipote - Nephew

Buon pomeriggio - Good Afternoon

A/N: So, this is just a short little something I cooked up when I was playing AC II, I am so sorry if I've butchered Ezio's character, and I'm so sorry if the Italian is wrong! Please let me know what you think please enjoy, I love you all! xxx

It was a beautiful day in Firenze, or at least that was what it looked like from the intricately designed windows of your families’ grand house. With a small sigh and a longing look, you gazed out the window at the endless blue sky. You ached for the days when you could walk the streets of the beautiful city until your heart was content. Now, you hardly had a moment to yourself, you were either with your fiancé or you were preparing from your wedding.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your mother glance over at you with a small smile. You wondered if she knew that you had been sneaking out of the city in the early hours of the evening and returning in the morning before anyone had awoken. You needed to learn how to protect yourself, your future husband was a tyrant. But no, your mother couldn’t know, if she’d even had the smallest inkling then you would be locked in the tower until your wedding day.

“Y/N?” your father called from the hallway, startling you out of your daydream.

“Papa? Is everything alright?” you asked, getting to your feet right away.

Your father’s eyes were soft and sympathetic, and his hair was dishevelled like he’d been running his fingers through it, “no, everything is not alright. I need to speak with you.”

Your mother almost got to her feet but your father stopped her with a wave of his hand, “just Y/N and I.”

You thought it was odd but you didn’t comment on it as you followed your father out of the room. He paced up and down the length of the hallway, looking distressed before he finally glanced up at you.

“I don’t know of a kinder way to say it, but,” he hesitated, taking a deep breath, “Vieri is dead.”

Your stomach jolted and your heart leapt for joy – as awful as it sounded. You were free, you didn’t have to marry the monster who had torn your innocence from you so cruelly, “what?” you gasped, you were so shocked that somebody had managed to kill him. The Pazzi had always seemed so invincible, “who killed him?”

Your father rested a hand on your cheek, “it was Mario Auditore.”

You fought hard to keep your face neutral, Mario Auditore had been the one teaching you how to fight, Mario was the only one who knew what Vieri had done to you. You also knew that the Pazzi had killed his brother and two of his three nephews. Though, you hadn’t been training with Mario of late, he’d been much too busy with his nephew, who you’d never met.

“I’m so sorry, my darling,” your father tried to pull you into his arms but you held him back. You had to go to the villa in Tuscany.

“I’m sorry, Papa but I just need some time alone,” without waiting for an answer, you ran out of the house and into the warm sunlit streets.

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your lips as you ran through the streets, not giving a care about the looks you were getting from strangers. You felt free, for the first time in about a year, you felt well and truly free. You didn’t stop running until you reached the stables and with burning legs, you mounted a chestnut horse and rode all the way to Tuscany.

As you reached the villa, you all but vaulted off the horse and ran into the town, you got a lovely surprise as you walked through the town. The town was much more lively and some of the crumbling buildings had been renovated, it was clear that Mario’s nephew had helped to restore them.

As you walked through the courtyard, you nodded a greeting to one of Mario’s associates and noticed that he was speaking with a very handsome man. You found Mario in his study as usual and as soon as you saw him, you couldn’t help but call out to him.

“You did it, Mario! You killed, Vieri!” the older, weathered man smiled at you kindly as he shook his head, his eyes twinkling,

“I wish that I had delivered the final blow but I’m afraid that honour belongs to my nipote, Ezio,” he gestured at something over your shoulder.

With a raised eyebrow, you turned around and found yourself face to face with the handsome man that you had seen in the courtyard. Ezio was very handsome with warm eyes and there was a scar down his lip and you vaguely wondered how he got it.

“Buon pomeriggio,” Ezio grinned as he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a small kiss to the top of it as he kept eye contact with you. You just knew that he was a favourite of the ladies.

“Ezio, this is Y/N Y/L/N,” Mario started, “she was intended to be Vieri de’ Pazzi’s bride.”

At once, the smile on Ezio’s face dropped and he looked down at the floor as a muscle fluttered in his jaw and you didn’t miss the deep look of guilt that flashed across his face, “I am sorry for your loss.”

With a smile, you cupped his rough jaw and he looked at you, there was some sort of wounded look in his eyes, “you killed him, thank you, you saved my life,” you whispered before you pulled him into a hug, resting your cheek against his chest, listening to the deep thump of his heart. You felt his body tense before he relaxed and he wrapped his arms around you.

Mario cleared his throat which forced you and Ezio away from each other, you gave each other sheepish smiles as Mario chuckled, “how about you show Y/N around the new and improved town?”

“Of course, Uncle,” Ezio bowed his head and offered you his arm, “shall we?” he grinned cheekily, raising an eyebrow.

You giggled as you placed your arm in Ezio’s, “lead the way.”

The blazing sun was high in the cloudless sky, casting the villa and the town in a golden light, it looked so beautiful. You were worried about who your parents were going to push you to marry but that was a worry for another day, golden afternoons shouldn’t be spent plagued with worries.

“I’m so sorry for the loss of your father and brothers, Ezio,” you sighed as you looked up at his handsome profile.

With a sigh, he ran a hand through his long dark hair before he offered you a small smile, the edges of his eyes crinkling, “thank you, I miss them very much. But, with Vieri dead my soul can rest a little easier. Though, my work is far from over in fact, it’s only just begun.”

You smiled as you could hear children playing in the distance and you could smell the growing fruit in the nearby villages, “I think you’re doing the whole world a service.”

Ezio grinned and ducked his head but you could still see his blush, “so why are you happy that Vieri is dead? Was he awful to you?”

You bit your lip as you almost felt a dark shadow settle over the both of you and you almost shuddered at the awful memories, “he was awful, as awful as you could ever imagine a man to be.”

Ezio pulled his arm from yours and rested his hand on the small of your back, rubbing his thumb in comforting circles, “I am so sorry.”

You forced a smile as you looked at the assassin, “it’s all over with now isn’t it. Though, I’m worried about who my parents will pick next for a suitor,” you sighed.

Ezio looked pensive as you passed by a giggling group of whores, “why don’t you come with me on my journey?”

You almost laughed out loud, you had hardly been out of Tuscany but you couldn’t go with a perfect stranger, no matter how much the thrill of adventure called you, “we’ve known each other for all of five minutes.”

Ezio shrugged, “just think about it, Y/N.”

“I will, I will think about it, Ezio Auditore,” you might have sounded crazy but you were ready for a high adventure.