#modern ezio auditore x reader

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Valentine Special, day 9th : “Candy Hearts”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Pairing: Ezio Auditore x fem Reader 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Summary: Another year, another Valentine's Day, spent in very luxurious and expansive restaurants, showered in plenty of gifts with your boyfriend also showering you in compliments, attentions and kisses...or at least, that's how it always has been until this Valentine's Day, when Ezio decided to try something new and simple: staying in the comfort of his home with you, with some music, his cooking skills, his Italian charm and a lot...a lot of candies.

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A sweet and muffled melody slowly crept into your light sleep, mixing with your confused and numerous dreams and altering them. And this sweet melody, which seemed as if it were floating in your mind, was none other than one of the old Italian songs your boyfriend used to listen to in your company: and you were immediately able to recognise it.

Along with the light-hearted, carefree notes of the song, you could also catch a glimpse of Ezio's tuneful voice humming quietly over the song. You were also able to perceive a delicious perfume intruding into your now drowsy sleep that slowly and gently woke you up completely.

You blinked a few times, quickly bringing a hand in front of your eyes as if by instinct, to protect your still sleepy vision from the sun's rays as was your custom. But no ray blinded your eyes, and no ray touched your skin; peeking through the cracks between your fingers you saw that the living room was warmly lit by numerous candles, their small flames flickering whenever the breeze flew through the open window, making even the light curtains move in a sensual dance.

Removing your hand from your face, you yawned and then took a few more seconds to bask in the quiet, comforting atmosphere of that February evening, continuing to listen to Ezio who, a few steps away from you, was busy as he continued to sing lightheartedly. Closing your eyes, you grabbed the blanket to adjust it better over your shoulders: but as soon as you pulled it up, you heard objects falling on the floor.

Propping yourself up with an elbow, you raised yourself on the couch, an expression as surprised as moved when, peeking down, you saw some red, heart-shaped lollipops laying on the ground. Stretching your arm out you picked them up, only becoming more joyful when you noticed plenty of the same lollipops scattered all over the couch, over you, over the coffee table: the more you looked around, the more you found them all around the living room.

Caught up in such happiness, you let out an excited giggle as you hurried to open the candy wrapper, thus arousing the attention of Ezio who suddenly stopped singing.

"Oh no, she woke up!" you heard him exclaim from the kitchen in a tone that was exasperated and theatrical to say the least, as if he had been taken aback by your sudden awakening. As you tried to open the plastic surrounding the lollipop, you sat up cross-legged on the sofa, collecting all the candies on your lap, looking at them excitedly.

"You don't seem particularly happy about it," you replied in a falsely sorry voice, triumphing when you finally managed to remove the candy wrapper.

"I am not particularly happy, amore mio bellissimo..." Ezio retorted in a high tone so as to be heard, while the noisy clanking of pans and dishes punctuated his every word. "...because I haven't finished yet".

"Finished what?" you asked as you turned your head towards him over the sofa, seeing him quickly walking around the kitchen, rising a questioning eyebrow at him. As soon as he heard your question, he stopped all together, standing behind the counter and, watching you with an almost disappointed face, he placed his hands on his hips.

"The surprise" he answered as he mirrored your inquisitive eyebrow, spreading his arms wide and giving you a knowing expression, as if he expected you to have already known the answer and were lying to him.

"Another one?!" you almost screamed, surprise and disbelief taking the best of you again. You knew very well that this was what characterized Valentine's Day: every year on this day, Ezio gave his best, giving you lots of attention, taking you out to dinner at luxurious and expensive places, buying you anything you wanted. Every year until this last one: Ezio decided to change plans, to do something different but that you would both enjoy. So you both decided to stay at home, not going out and do nothing else but enjoy each other's presence.

During the course of the morning he had continued to make little presents appear out of nowhere, just when you least expected it, leaving you happy, thanking him if not with many kisses and praises. But you didn't expect that, after all those presents, he was planning another surprise. But then again, no wonder: if Ezio was anything, he was an utterly dedicated man to you and his love for you.

"You don't seem particularly happy about it" he sarcastically replied, mocking your own phrase, trying to mimick your voice as he resumed to walk, coming closer to you with a playful smirk on his lips.

"You have done so much already for the whole day Ezio, there was no need for more" you muttered in a low voice while slightly frowning, placing your chin on the back of the couch and watching him, starting to notice how handsome– and appealing he was with that white apron tied around his torso, hugging his waist and hips just right, his brown hair tied back in a low ponytail, a few strands falling on his forehead. There was something incredibly charming and sensual about him while he cooked for you that it drawn you to him even more than usual; while those old Italian songs played in the background.

"Oh please piccola, you deserve this and so much more…" Ezio replied, smiling and making a vague gesture with his hand as he walked towards you. He stopped just behind the sofa and, after wiping both hands on his apron, leaned back on the sofa; leaning down in your direction, he left a tender kiss in your forehead, for then leaving more sweet kisses on your nose and cheeks, feeling him smile when he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you with a little more passion as one of his hands cupped your cheek.

You moved as to get up so you could kiss him better, but he tutted at you, purposely and lightly biting at your bottom lip whole deteaching from you. Seeing you fight, he completely detached from the searing kiss, leaving your mouth open and with a taste of red wine on your lips. Ezio then placed his entire hand on your face, covering it, and gently pushed you on your back on the couch.

You laughed amused at his gesture, taking his wrist with your hand, trying to pull him towards you again. Ezio fondly smiled at you and, leaning down to kiss your knuckles that were wrapped around his wrist, he freed himself as he took your chin between his fingers, caressing your jaw.

"Stay here" he whispered as he walked back in the kitchen and leaving you laying and staying still on the couch while he resumed to cook.

But despite his soft spoken order, you got up completely, turning your steps into the kitchen while still wrapped up in the blanket. You saw your boyfriend finishing to prepare what looked like two heart shaped pizzas, and your own heart melted at the sight: nevertheless of what he said just some moments before, you still felt a bit guilty that he had been busy and fussing all over you for the whole day, and it looked like he wasn't going to stop anytime soon...all the gifts, the attentions, and now also all the food he was preparing for you with so much passion and love.

If St Valentine was about something, it was indeed about love, but also about giving and receiving. And you wanted with all yourself to let him rest for a little while.

"I still haven't done anything for you" you let him notice while you leaned with your side on the counter, reciprocating his witty smile when he raised his gaze up at you, seeing a light malice quickly glistening in his brown eyes, already knowing what he was thinking about: but his words betrayed your thoughts.

"You don't have to" Ezio insisted as he placed the last basil leaf on the pizza dough, looking at it proudly, then turning his smile to you, watching in amusement as you licked the lollipop.

"I must" you pointed at him with the candy in a playfully threatening way, him spreading his arms wide in a sign of surrender, carefully scrutinising both your face and the lollipop. Still sporting a mocking grin, he turned away, taking the trays where the pizzas were laid out and placing them in the oven. But you were shocked when he, as soon as he turned away from you, quickly stretched out an arm and swiftly took possession of your lollipop, putting it straight into his mouth, laughing loudly when you gasped in amazement.

He turned to the other side of the counter, untied his apron and threw it on a chair, then turned his gaze to you, who were still upset about your stolen candy.

"Mhh well then, what about you'll come here…" Ezio began in a nonchalant tone, gesticulating as usual as he sat down on the chair. "...and sit on my lap..." he tapped one of his thigh with his hand, never breaking eye contact with you, truly seeming like you had already forgotten about the way he stole your lollipop.

"...and you'll read aloud what there's written on those candies?" you followed his other stretched arm, seeing what he was pointing at: a white small bowl with many pastel coloured heart candies, on which there were written little wholesome phrases. For once again in that day your heart melted and your eyes lit up at the sight in front of you, happy of how much joy you both could find in small things such as simple heart shaped things, food, songs, candles and each other's kisses and presence.

"That will be your present for me. While I listen and watch you. Mh, che dici tesoro?" Ezio concluded with a suggestive tone, that charming smile still curling his lips up which always made you all giddy inside, him giving one long lick to the lollipop, winking at your flustered expression as to tease you even more.

Warmth rushed on your cheeks as you walked towards him and, placing one hand on his strong shoulder, you sat on one of his thighs, his hand immediately finding your hip, steading you. Stretching out an arm, you reached for the bowl filled with the heart candies, starting to take a look at the candies, humming as you took some in your palm, examining them.

"Even though those hearts will never properly show my love for you...it sounds perfect" you whispered near his ear, smiling before eating one of the candies, hearing him chuckle as he patted your thighs.

"That's my girl"

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｡･:*˚:✧｡ Translations

° Amore mio bellissimo = my beautiful love;

° Piccola = baby;

° Che dici tesoro? = what do you think darling?

[demigoddessqueens]

Hi, I love your Ezio fanfictions. I was wondering if you could do one set in the modern era. Where ezio is a CEO and the reader is an idol, they have a stable relationship and are expecting a child (in secret) away from the paparazzi and the cameras. could you do it? ☺️

Of course! Thank you so much for your kind words about my writing too 🥹

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A/n - I can totally see this man being a whole girl Dad or just super involved

Ezio was more grateful than you were that it was cold outside. Perfect to wear the new coat he had gotten you for a last anniversary.

All bundled up and a beautiful sight, you two set out for your afternoon outing together.

As soon as you both walked from the building of your high rise, they descended like a flock of vultures. Though the paparazzi greatly annoyed Ezio, he was too smitten with you to pay them any mind.

Naturally the attention came with the titles you both had. He, the son successor to a prolific enterprise. You, the beauty who was the face of companies and ads, who had snared and kept the rolling stone of a man wrapped around your little finger.

When you both reached the restaurant for lunch, Ezio took your coat and bag before pulling the chair out for you.

Ever the gentleman.

Kneeling down to your stomach, you tried to suppress your giggles as he planted kisses along your bump.

“Did the annoying people bother you, tesoro? Did you protect your mama?”

Your laughs rang in his ears as you felt arms encircle tighter around your waist.

[navstuffs]

Her Old Man

Pairing: Revelations!Ezio x F!Reader

Warnings: harassment, some violence (some slaps), ezio gets called old, protective!ezio, angry!reader, non-canon compliance with revelations

Summary: Someone decides to harass you and insult your husband - without realizing who he is.

Author's Notes: heeey! i love me some protective trope so here it is. i have not played revelations but i have watched the video of Duccio hitting on Sofia (the idiot) 😂 so this fanfic is sorta based on that. enjoy your read!

requests for ezio are still open!

You loved shopping with Ezio: he always got the best discounts and treatment from merchants in town. Your husband never rushed you or sounded uninterested in the shops. To be honest, you were a little worried about Ezio's spending. Ezio liked to gift you everything you showed a slight hint of interest in it.

"I want you to have everything you want," Ezio argued every time you opened your mouth to complain.

That warm afternoon, you casually stroll between the shops with Ezio behind you. When the vendors recognize you, they announce their products, excited. Most to you than to Ezio. You end up buying two new paints at the Art Shop. Next, Ezio decides to check the Weapon Shop. While your husband checks the new arrivals, you check a small dress shop just in front.

You are amazed by the dresses on display: they all look like expensive pieces of art. You look behind your shoulder, and Ezio still looks focused, so you touch a red dress with black details.

"Interested in the dress?"

You turn around, facing the happy face of a young man dressed in a very fancy outfit. Judging him to be the seller, you smile and nod.

"They are so pretty! But I am just admiring that is all."

The young seller smiles back at you. You turn back to the dress, admiring how rich the fabric is. You thank mentally Ezio has yet to notice you. If he saw you like this, he would already have bought it.

"Money is the problem?"

"Not exactly," Which isn't an actual lie.

"I could give him to you. For a very low price."

You turn to the seller and notice he has gotten closer to you. You shake your head, smiling politely and deciding to leave.

"I have too many dresses already. "

"Come on, no woman has too many dresses. I can give you an excellent deal! I could put two or three of those dresses on it for you for the price of one."

You shake your head, starting to get away from the young seller in Ezio's direction. He decides to follow you, grabbing your wrist. With your heart pumping, you try to pull away from him, but the man squeezes you harder.

"You haven't even seen all dresses yet!"

"Any problem here?"

A wave of relief washes over your body. Ezio. He had kept his eye on you since you left his presence, and when the young seller started following you, he made his way toward you. Ezio's eyes darken when he sees the hand on your wrist.

"I suggest you let go of her."

"Or what? What are you going to do exactly, Old man?"

You blink, confused. Did you just hear that idiot call your husband "Old Man"? Didn't he have any sense of danger? Did he have any idea who Ezio was? Ezio could have some gray spots, but he was still a very attractive man. He got hit on everywhere you went! With the anger boiling inside your stomach, you breathe heavily to calm yourself. You don't want to put Ezio into trouble in your peaceful shopping afternoon.

"This is your last warning," Ezio warns, his voice a falsely calming tone.

"Do whatever you want, Granpa-OW!"

Before Ezio could even move, you lost your temper. Turning with your hand open, you hit the man across the face with all your strength, attracting everyone's stares.

"You do NOT insult my husband like that!"

Too shocked to react at first, the young seller lets go of your arm. His expression becomes enraged as he pulls out a small knife. Ezio instantly brings you behind him, his whole body hiding you from the young seller, ready to protect you.

Before things get uglier, an older man runs in front of the younger man, his posture apologetic.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Signore Ezio!"

After hearing this, the young man's eyes go wide. His eyes go from the older man's back to Ezio, finally recognizing who he is. He lets his knife fall to the ground, hiding behind the older man.

"Ezio, please forgive my son! I will be sure to teach him a proper lesson after this," The father says while the son looks down, embarrassed. Or afraid.

"I will be happier if he apologizes to my Signora."

After the younger man apologizes to you profusely, without looking up, that he was an idiot and that he would never harass anyone ever again, his father still offers you three dresses of your choice for free. You insist on paying, the owner insists on not receiving, and you stay on this back and forth until you finally announce you can't accept the son's apology if he doesn't take the payment.

Finally, walking away from the store, you sigh while Ezio carries the perfectly packed dresses. Ezio is the first one to break up the silence, concerned.

"Are you hurt, tesoro?""

"I am fine, Ezio."

Ezio gently grabs your wrist, his eyes scanning it. When he finds nothing worrisome, he takes your palms to his mouth, giving a gentle kiss.

"That slap was rather impressive."

"I mean, how dare he call you Grandpa? Old man? He deserved even worse!" You declare, the anger coming back. When you hear Ezio's laugh, you cross your arms "What is so funny?"

"Nothing. I didn't care about the insult, mia cara. I was more worried he was going to hurt you."

"He wasn't going to," You reply, confident, and Ezio smiles back, satisfied. No other word needed to be said: You knew Ezio would never let anyone hurt you. You interlock your fingers with him, a sense of safety inside your chest.

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[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.”

[kiatheinsomniac]

Hello again miss Kia! Probably you already got so many requests w/ ezio but read me out: an modern au where reader is ezio's daughter + he's a single father when she always hear shenanigans from her friends like "ooh your father is so hot and all" and she always get moody with them like "stop saying my father is hot goddamnit!!" and our favorite boy get to know about it 🤭 you can't write it if you're not comfortable btw, i just thought it could be funny and all that jazz, but anyways! Have a nice day and keep safe and well! 💕

notes: I don't think I've ever been called Miss Kia before it feels so formal AHAH

pairing: dad! Ezio x daughter! reader

word count: 0.5k

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That four-letter acronym

“And here’s some money if you want to order yourselves some food, I’ll be back in around an hour.” Ezio smiled at you as he left the money on the corner of your desk, heading straight out of your room and closing the door behind him. You didn’t need to look up to know how Jacob and Evie were looking at each other. You always got this reaction from people when they saw your dad for the first time. 

“Y/n, your dad’s so-” Evie was cut off by her brother.

“Fucking hot, damn!” Jacob exclaimed and you cringed, hoping your dad wouldn’t be able to hear, “What a D-”

“If I hear that four-letter acronym leave your mouth, Jacob, I’ll order food for just me and Evie and you can starve while you watch us eat.” You warned, jabbing a finger in his direction. No matter who you brought home, friend or study partner, they always had to say something about your dad. Yeah, he was built like a fallen angel and just about everyone was a sucker for his accent and he knew his charms, the bastard, but he was your dad and you were tired of your friends drooling over him. 

“Ok, ok, I won’t say it.” Jacob held his hands up in mock defeat and the three of you got on with putting your presentation project together, taking a break a little while in to order a McDonalds to be delivered. Jacob took the opportunity to break his word once you had placed the order, rambling on and on about how much of a DILF your dad was and a once-in-a-lifetime-event occurred when Evie agreed with him. 

It didn’t take too long before you got the little notification to meet the driver at the door and you told Jacob and Evie to carry on while you went to grab it and bring it up to your room. After you shut the door, you almost jumped at seeing your dad’s head of dark hair poked around the corner of the doorway to the living room, investigating the noise. 

“I didn’t realise you were back already, you scared me.” You spoke as you shut the door with your foot, holding the big back of food in your arms. 

“Yes, the shop was closed so I came back earlier.” He shrugged, leaning against the door as he looked at you. Suddenly he had what your auntie Claudia always called a ‘shit-eating grin’ and you tried to mentally prepare yourself. “So, I hear your friends are fond of me.”

“No. Shut up. Conversation’s over. Go back to watching your cooking program or whatever.” You spoke as you began to march up the stairs. 

“Dai, piccolina, let your old man feed his ego!” He called after you through laughter and you simply shook your head. 

“Thank you for the food!” You called, trying to change the subject before slamming your bedroom door shut. “Jacob, I’m stealing your fries, you little shit.” 

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[awriterlivinginaconstantdream]

Im gonna write a comfort fic about federico.

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[The guys are trading candy and listen to Arno telling lame ghost stories]

Arno: And the man said, "Here's your daughter's sweater. She left it in my car last night." And the woman said, "Why, that's impossible. My daughter died ten years ago. Wearing that...very...sweater."

Connor: So?

Arno: So, she was dead. And...he gave her a ride. And she was dead!

Connor: I grew up on tales about cannibalistic half-man half-deer creatures wandering the woods eating people, your story was not scary.

Arno: Not scary? The ghost of a dead girl gave him her sweater!

Connor: What does a ghost need with a sweater, man?

Jacob: Maybe it's to keep her guts from fallin' out.

Ezio: You can tell it was not scary because Jacob-ina here didn’t run screaming for the door.

Jacob: Hey! Where is it written that a guy has to protect his girl, huh? And I'll have you know that the feminine form of my name is Jaclyn!

Altair: Look, Jaclyn. I don't wanna come out in favor of saving Y/n, but that's the price you pay for docking your love boat in Y/n Vallarta.

Arno: OK, so Ichabod Crane lived in the village of Sleepy Hollow.

Ezio: Wait, don't tell me! He left his jacket somewhere.

Arno: OK, that's it! Halloween's over!

[assassinofthebrotherhood]

Artist reader x assassin’s (college modern AU) Pt 1

You thought it was simple. There was nothing to it. Just quietly sketching semi detailed pictures of the college students around you during breaks. That’s it. You had been doing it since you transferred to this college. But you quickly began to notice that the people you were sketching, all were friends. It also never failed that they would always be your sketch any time you did. But today, you decided to draw one of them in full detail.

During your break, you sit down in one of the lounge rooms, and there he was. Altaïr, you thought his name to be. He was talking to someone else.. wasn’t that Alexios? No, it was Connor. Yeah. So you decide to draw Connor since he was standing at an interesting pose.

You really study his rather handsome features for a minute, and quickly begin to work. You thought yourself to be a mediocre artist because you halfway did detail all the time. But it never failed to surprise you when you really tried. You kept stealing glances, refining down details.

One time you were studying the scar on his cheek, when suddenly he turned his head to you. Quickly, you advert your gaze to your drawing, and decided to fix up a small little detail.

“Hello.” You suddenly hear, making you jump in surprise, while feeling a small pinch in your neck. You hesitate, knowing both men were looking down at you, and you quickly cover the drawing up. For some reason your head begins to have a dull pain to it.

“H-hi..” you say nervously, while slowly making eye contact with the tall Native American. You were panicking. You didn’t know what to do, and you were beginning to feel dizzy. You figured it was just the intense focus you had been doing.

“Why did you keep looking up at us? Were you listening to our conversation?” Altaïr coldly asked, as you fiddled with your pencil.

“I- um, uhh, ...” you didn’t feel comfortable sharing that information with them. How embarrassing! Using someone as a model without their consent!

“Tell us now.” You didn’t know what to do. Your gaze dropped to the ground, and slowly, you flipped your paper over, feeling extremely criticized, and every stray mark boldly becoming known to you.

“I-i was using you as a model...” The two men stared at your paper for a solid minute in silence. Connor seemed rather impressed by the ability. Your eyes begin to feel heavy along with your limbs. How long had you been sitting there?

“So you were just drawing.. us? Since when you came?” That scared you. They knew. All of them. The Frye twins, the Greek siblings, the Italian, all of them. You let out a tired yawn, covering your mouth while nodding.

“Well, then we were about to make a huge mistake.” You hear an almost inaudible click, and you felt a small pressure relieve from your neck, and you soon realized that that pinch was a needle. And they had injected some kind of thing inside you. And suddenly everything went black.

[girlwhoneverleavesthelounge-blog]

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Altaïr:

Your swords came together in a terrible clash.

Night had fallen, and all that could be heard was steel scraping steel and laboured breathing. The hours had passed slowly, and your body was feeling every second of it. The blade became increasingly harder to hold, your blistered palms and throbbing arms begging for sweet relief. Sweat poured down your forehead and into your (colour) eyes, the stinging momentarily blinding you, but there was no time to wipe them clear.

In the beginning you were on the offense, just as Altaïr had instructed, but now all you were capable of doing was warding off his blows, too tired to advance against him. Altaïr was stronger than you initially imagined. It was simple to see why he had risen to the level of Master Assassin at such a young age, and why Al Mualim favoured him so.

As the struggle wore on, you searched desperately for an opening. Some hidden opportunity to gain the upper hand. But Altaïr blocked every move, and every advance seemed to be anticipated before you had a chance to get a single hit in.

His blade swung hard, colliding with yours, the reverberation causing your grip to falter on the hilt of your blade. Altaïr - seeing an opportunity - struck at once. Time slowed as he knocked the sword from your hand. You watched it flip and fly overhead, finally coming to a rest somewhere in the tall grass.

The cold tip of Altaïr’s blade sent a shiver down your spine as it was pressed lightly against your neck. He smirked as your eyes met his, "I must say, I'm impressed."

"Impressed?" You repeated, eyebrows knitting together. "But I failed."

He sheathed his blade, and, with the back of his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead. "What makes you think you have failed?"

"Because not once did I defeat you. I lost my blade every time."

"True," he agreed with a nod. "But I never expected you to defeat me. All I expected was for you to learn enough in order to hold your own against me, and you succeeded. You made a lot of progress today. I'm proud of you."

The sound of approval in his voice was enough to make your stomach flip. "I...thank you, Altaïr," you mumble while turning your head away, cheeks growing hotter by the second. If only he knew how much those words actually meant to you...

And that's when it happened. The words that had been lurking in the darkest recesses of your mind finally came to light. You didn’t want to say them aloud, but your body offered no other choice. "Marry me?"

A pair of golden orbs widened; it was a rarity to catch your mentor off guard, but when you did, it was oddly satisfying. "Marriage? But...we have never discussed such a thing. Why?"

You swallow down the lump that had formed low in your throat. "Because I love you, Altaïr. And...I grew tired of waiting for you to ask me for my hand."

He continued to stare, his penetrating gaze making you pray that the ground crack open and devour you whole. But then the corner of his mouth quirked upwards into a faint smirk. "Alright then - I accept your proposal. But don't think I'll start going easy on you during our sparring sessions."

Ezio:

Your hand slips from the handle of Ezio's door - you weren’t ready to face him just yet. Not in this state. All concern would be placed upon you, and that's not what you wanted.

Staring into the mirror, you are taken aback by the paleness of your reflections' skin, the redness of their eyes, the distinctive stains of dried tears on their cheeks. What a mess. You smooth your hair down as best you could, scrubbed at your cheeks using your palms, and took a much needed moment to compose yourself.

Confident that you no longer held the appearance of a crying woman, you entered the bedroom with a smile - though it immediately faltered when seeing Ezio laying there in bed, the infection coursing through his bloodstream making him too weak to even glance at the door. However, he did acknowledge your presence with a tiny and - dare you say - happy grunt.

"I came to see how you were faring, mentor." You whisper, stopping at the edge of his bed and removing the damp cloth from his forehead, replacing it with a fresher one.

"Grazie, (y/n)." His voice...it was so quiet. His honeyed orbs searched your face before a miniscule smile grew on his face - though even that seemed to take energy he did not have. "You've been crying again."

How did he know?

"Yes, mentor, I..." You squeezed the iconic robes you wore. "I just can't stand the sight of you like this. There is no sign of improvement and I...I do not wish to lose you..."

His fingers twitched faintly and you took hold of his hand, knowing that's what he wanted. "You are not going to lose me, bella. Especially not to some sciocco illness. I will be up and healthy in no time. You'll see."

But that wasn't enough to convince you. You needed a sure fire guarantee that he would fight against this infection and stay by your side. "Then marry me, mentor."

He stared at you as though he didn't properly hear the words. "What?"

"Marry me. I don't want to lose you, and this way...you'll have more reason to fight. To get better."

He managed a smile - one that radiated warmth. "When you put it that way, then si. I would love nothing more than to marry you, amore mio."

Connor:

The floorboards of the tavern swayed beneath your boots. Your surroundings blended together in order to create one big nauseating blur of repulsive colour. Then a nudge - a gentle jab in the back from the elbow of someone brushing past - and it was enough to send you sprawling across the floor in a most unladylike fashion. However none of this was enough to damper your mood. You were too happy. Deliriously happy. But alcohol had that effect, didn't it?

Connor shook his head as a sign of his disapproval. He loved you dearly, but watching you drink yourself to the point of being unable to stand was something he could most definitely do without. "(Y/N), it is time for us to go home."

Maniacal giggles escaped your lips. "What? Why? We're having so much fun! Are you not having fun? I'm having fun!"

He sighed softly and gripped your wrists, hoisting you effortlessly back onto your own two feet. "You have had far too much to drink, my love. You will be most unwell in the morning."

"But I don't wanna go!" You whined loudly and childishly, burying your face in the impressively broad expanse of his chest. "There's still so much fun to be had!"

His lips pursed unhappily. "You can barely keep yourself standing, (Y/N). I fear you may hurt yourself." His warm and calloused hands cradled your cheeks. "Please, my love? Will you allow me take you home?"

Your lower lip jutted out into an adorable pout, but then the greatest idea happened to strike. "You can take me home IF you agree to marry me."

The sudden expansion of his eyes made you want to burst out laughing. He was so adorable. Even more so with that darkening blush. "Sooooo....do we have a deal?"

His tongue shot out to moisten his lips and he offered a bashful smile. "Well, I...I think we do. Yes. You come home with me, and I will gladly marry you."

Edward:

"Jaysus, lass, will you quit your screeching?!"

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'll just remain perfectly calm whilst we die!"

"We're not going to die! Now hand me that damn oar!"

This was a terrible, terrible idea. But did Edward listen? No. Of course he didn't. And why? Because he was a stubborn son of a bitch that believed he was the only one ever to be right.

With an irritated huff, you pass him the oar as instructed, watching fearfully as he tried fending off the great white currently trying to devour the pair of you.

Edward grunted and let out a loud expletive as he stumbled backwards, knocking both of you down. The boat lurched violently from one side to the other as the shark disappeared under the water.

"Oh god! Edward, it's gone! Where'd it go?!" You shook him aggressively by the shoulders, eyes wide with panic.

The pirate pulled your hands down. "Enough, lass! I'm going to get us out of this!" He stood, wobbling as he did so, and grabbed the last harpoon, his eyes scanning the water carefully. "There you are," He whispered, eyes narrowing dangerously and he hurled the harpoon in the shark's direction.

It was a successful hit.

However, it did nothing to deter the massive creature, and it proceeded to attack the boat. Edward slipped on the puddle of water that had filled the boat, causing him to fall. A hint of fear appeared in his eyes and he wrenched his foot away just in time before the shark had a chance to chomp down and rip apart his limb.

You couldn’t just sit there and do nothing! Swiping up the oar, you brought it down with all the strength you could muster, smacking the shark's head repeatedly until it finally grew tired and disappeared.

"Shit..." You breathe, plopping down beside the Captain and panting softly.

"So...," Edward looked over at you, "that happened."

A vacuous nod is all you could manage, until you look over and meet his eye. Perhaps it was an effect of the adrenaline leaving your system, or maybe it was the knowledge that you both had gotten through this ordeal unscathed - but whatever it was, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, Edward joining in.

"We...we could've died just then...!"

"Yeah, I know, lass! It kind of puts everything in perspective, don't you think?

"What do you mean?"

"Well...I think we need to really start living life to the fullest. Make every moment count."

You smiled and redirected your attention to the sky. "Wow. You get really philosophical near death." You take possession of his hand. "But I think you're right. We can die at any moment. And I don't want to miss out on a single thing." You look over at him. "We should get married. Live married life to the fullest...what do you think?"

Edward snorted a laugh and smirked. "If you had suggested that before we came out here, you'd be getting the hell off my ship. But now...I'll say sure. Why not? We sleep together anyway."

"And fight all the time." You chirped.

He nodded. "Then I guess that's it. We're getting married."

Arno:

Everything looked absolutely perfect; the candles were lit, the wine was poured, and the table was set immaculately with two piping hot dinners awaiting to be eaten.

It had been four years since Arno had personally taken you under his wing and trained you to become an assassin. One year into your training and the pair of you were declaring your love for one another. Every day had been absolutely magical. He was the most amazing person in the world; funny, daring, considerate, and romantic.

The man had given you absolutely everything - it was high time you repay the favour.

"(Y/N)? You home already?" Arno called up the stairs.

You shouted back in confirmation and fixed your dress before seating yourself at the table, plastering on your most enticing smile. The look on his face when he entered was undeniably worth every single second you spent planning.

"Wow. Is this all for me?" He throws the hood of his robes back and places a tender kiss upon your lips. "This is amazing, ma chérie. Thank you."

When he sits across from you, he immediately takes your hand. "I wanted this night to be perfect for you, Arno. With everything you do for me, it's only fair I return the favour."

Happiness contorted his features and he leaned forward, kissing you softly before pulling away and digging into the food before him. You delight in watching the childlike enjoyment on his face whilst he eats.

"Do you have room for dessert?" You slide a strawberry parfait towards him, giggling when his eyes lit up.

"There is always room for dessert, ma chérie."

He practically inhaled the dessert, a fair amount winding up on his face rather than in his mouth. However, when he reached the final bite, he froze. "What...?" He whispered, sticking his fingers into the dish and removing a ring. "What's th--(Y/N)?" His breath hitched low in his throat when you crouched in front of him, both hands resting on his knees.

"I love you more than mere words can describe, Arno. We've been together for three years now and during that time, I've come to realise that I don't wish to spend a single day without you by my side." You take a steadying breath. "So...will...will you marry me..?"

His eyes drift from you, to the ring still clutched tightly between his fingers, then back to you. "I can't believe you did this..." A smile spreads across his face and he pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss. "It's not exactly traditional, but I would love to marry you, mon amour."

[aestheticsforthecreed]

|| All I want for Christmas is you

Ezio Auditore x Marina (@disneymarina 's OC)

I hope you'll like it! 😄

[itseivwhore]

WAKEY WAKEY DRÁGÁM

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

HEYO ANGYALOMMMMM (and also HEYO TESORO @hysterialevi I know you tagged me too, I didn't forget about you, but I'll answer to both of the same asks so ayooo let's go)

With a terrible delay, here I am. I'm not even sure if I'll be able to choose because I'm afraid I didn't publish a lot of my writing on here actually BUT STILL.

1) My first (and last, sadly) Eivor x reader fic. A precious little thing which I actually adore. I should have written for him more honestly;

2) This Valentine's special with Edward Kenway x reader. When writing this I just could feel how bad I missed writing about him (i like this one a lot because there are some lines of a song you can actually hear in the game!);

3) A Modern AU with Ezio Auditore x reader, but also with pretty much all the other Assassins in it!! I really like it because I had so much fun writing it. Sigh, nostalgia;

4) Another Modern AU with Ezio x reader. How to NOT mention the infamous fic that lead to the much desired and requested "church smut" ?

5) At least but not at last, since as I said I don't have published a lot of fics here (only some requested headcanons), and even if this is not a fic, a honourable mention to some writing aesthetic I did as different Assassins as different literary poets/movements.

Thank you for the tag angyalom and Leviuccio!! This honestly made me realise how little I wrote and how much I miss it and how bad I would love to write again

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello, not sure if you still take request for the AC, but would you mind to make a headcannons for boyfriend scenarios for m!Eivor, Ezio and Altaïr with f!S/O? I'd be happy to add some modern A/U for those precious bois too. Thank you so much!! <3 <3

Of course!! And I adore the AC bois so this is adorable 💕

Eivor

He’s a bit of a softie and a show off for you

I’d like to think he’s very handsy, so tons of cuddling, giving you handheld gifts, and wanting to braid your hair

Modern AU - I can see him wanting to take you on camping trips and you both get to admire the Northern Lights and/or constellations

Ezio

A master flirt!! Pulling out all the stops to woo you

Maybe he’ll cook you a nice dinner, want to spend all day with you with kisses and cuddles

Modern AU - oh you know he’s taking you to the fanciest spots, the ones where all could see you because he wants to show off his deep admiration and feelings for you!

Altair

A man who is not the best with his feelings but his eyes are the best at expressing most emotions

Not the best at flirting per say but he just likes to be near you, spend time with you just doing anything. From the mundane to serious

Modern AU - philosophical debates can turn flirtatious, pouring over books in libraries together with all sorts of coffees and teas also make for comfort

[navstuffs]

Ezio Auditore (Assassin's Creed 2, Brotherhood, and Revelations)

ONE-SHOTS:

Carnevale (SMUT)

You and Ezio have some fun in a dark alley in Venezia during Carnevale.

Il Dottoressa (ShyFemale!Reader)

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

Infidelity (SMUT/ Female!Reader)

Instead of asking Ezio to beat up your husband, you get the best revenge you can.

Her Old Man (Female!Reader)

Someone decides to harass you and insult your husband - without realizing who he is.

Something in the way you move (Female!Reader)

Ezio always got distracted when he saw you in action.

Sprained Ankle

You fall during a chase, hurting your ankle. Ezio ensures he will bring you to safety.

Hope (ANGST)

Ezio knows he shouldn’t have hope - but he still hopes that you might be found alive.

Spaghetti alla Carbonara

Ezio cooks for you after a bad day of work.

"...keep it on, please?"

You always had something for Ezio dressed in his robes whenever you saw him.

Cartas de Amor (escrito em PT-BR, para leitoras)

Você manda cartas para Ezio, como forma de acalentar seus corações.

"Tu sei mio." (Male!Reader)

You belong to Ezio and he makes sure you know it.

The Lutenist and the Assassin

Ezio hates all lute players, except for one named Petirosso.

LONGFICS:

Smooth Coincidence (ongoing)

You finally decide to let it loose, only to discover the man you had a one-night stand with is now your CEO.

HEADCANONS:

spring time date with ezio x gn!reader headcanons

dating ezio headcanons - modern!au version (gn!reader)

how trilogy!ezio has sex with gn!reader in different phases - (PURE SMUT)

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

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Video Game One-Shots and Drabbles Master List.

 -Drabbles are up to 300 words and less than 1000

 -One-Shots are more than 1000 words

- ✦ means it is a drabble

- ★ means it is a one-shot.

- ♥ means it has sexual content or implied smut

-💔means it is an angst fic.

-★ means it is a Headcanon.

-⚜ means it is a Mini Series.

Assassin’s Creed:

Uncanny || Jacob Frye ||-✦

Smooth Talk || Deimos!Alexios ||- ✦ + - ♥ 

Marry me || Jacob Frye ||- ✦ + - ♥ 

Patching up a wound || Edward Kenway ||

Beautiful Music || Jacob Frye ||

A Scared Kiss || Ezio Auditore ||

Fierce Moon || Jacob Frye || - ♥ 

Bang Bang || Jacob Frye ||  - ♥ 

tall buff characters opening pickle jars (◕‿◕✿) || Jacob Frye ||

Tall Buff characters that are actually gentle giants || Connor Kenway ||

tall buff characters that are afraid of breaking their lovers || Shay Cormac ||

The Five Senses-Hearing || Alexios ||

Uncharted:

Did you hear? I’m going to be a dad! || Samuel Drake || ✦

You can call me Daddy Drake || Nathan Drake ||- ✦

Snowball Fight || Nathan Drake ||-✦

It’s just an Epilogue || Nathan Drake ||-✦

Mr. Wonderful || Nathan Drake || *Rewrite*-✦

Mr. Wonderful || Nathan Drake ||

Raging Storm || Sam Drake ||.

Being Pregnant has it quirks || Sam Drake ||

Turkey Trouble || Sam Drake ||

What if I'm a bad dad? || Sam Drake ||

Red Dead Redemption:

Tonight We Dance|| Arthur Morgan ||- ✦

I’m Crazy About You || Arthur Morgan ||- ✦

I’m Gonna Be A Daddy? || Arthur Morgan |||- ✦

I’ll Be The Best Father Around || Arthur Morgan |||- ✦

Stage 1 — The Meeting || Arthur Morgan ||- ✦

Stage 2 — Courting || Arthur Morgan ||- ✦

Let Me Stay Here By Your Side || Arthur Morgan ||- ✦

Mistletoe kisses || Modern!Charles Smith ||- ✦

Just Some fun in the camp || Arthur Morgan ||- ✦-♥

Arthur Morgan’s 25 Day’s of Christmas {{ Full List }}- ✦

A Bambi Kiss || Arthur Morgan ||

Arthur Morgan  Sex Headcanon.- ♥ -✨

Resident Evil / Day’s Gone:

To The Man Who Let Her Go || Chris Redfield ||

So Many Kisses || Carlos Oliveira ||

I’ll never stop living you ||  James O'Brian || 

So many kisses || Carlos Oliveira ||

First Kiss || Carlos Oliveira || 

Sleepy Hug || Carlos Oliveira ||

The Little Things || Carlos Oliveira ||

She Wouldn’t Be Gone || Leon S. Kennedy ||.

The Lift hug || Carlos Oliveira ||

A Forehead Kiss || Carlos Oliveira ||

My Life ; My Princess || Carlos Oliveira ||

I’m going to hug you now || Carlos Oliveira ||

Fuck IKEA || Leon S.Kennedy ||

You look! I’m to Nervous || Rookie!Leon ||

Get your dad jokes ready || Rookie!Leon ||

Get your dad jokes ready || Leon S. Kennedy ||

Silent Comfort || Rookie!Leon ||

A kiss…. in relief || Billy Coen ||

Jealousy || Leon S. Kennedy ||

A kiss … …to pretend.|| Leon S. Kennedy ||.

an adrenaline kiss || Rookie!Leon ||

Summer Bike Rides and Picnics || Deacon St. John ||.

Hallway Sex is the best kind of sex || Deacon St. John ||

Supermassive Games: { Little Hope / Until Dawn / Men Of Medan }

Forget-me-not’s & Foxglove’s || Mike Munroe ||-✦.

Don’t You dare throw that snow ba-” || Mike Munore ||- ✦

First Date || Mike Munroe ||- ✦

I think I might be Pregnant || Josh Washington ||- ✦

It’s Not Just Make Believe || David Milton || - ✦.

He’s One Of The Good One’s || Anthony Clark ||-✦.

Keep Bleeding Love || Abraham Alastor || Pt I-✦.

Keep Bleeding Love || Abraham Alastor || Pt II-✦.

I’m so sorry || Daniel ||-✦.

Just kiss already || Abraham Alastor ||-✦

Love In The Mountains || Josh Washington ||

Lovin In The Forest || Wendigo Josh Washington ||

You’re Safe Now || Mike Munore ||

Take it off || Josh Washington ||

I think i might be pregnant || Josh Washington ||

Devil May Cry-

Baby Hog || Dante Sparda || - ✦

Please Don’t Cry || Nero ||

Baby’s First Kicks || Nero ||

What a wonderful Christmas Surprise. || Dante Sparda ||

Silent Night || V ||

Just this once || Dante ||

I said a book…not a poem || V ||

Leave it To Dante || Dante ||

Do you think they’ll have your eyes?|| Vergil ||

Expecting || Nero ||

Miscellaneous Games: { Wolf Among Us / Detroit Become Human }

Ralph likes to kiss! || Ralph x Reader ||- ✦

“Am I too old to go trick-or-treating?”|| Connor ||- ✦

It’s getting hot in here || Connor ||-✦

Romantic Kiss || Connor ||-✦

You want me to what? || Hank Anderson ||-✦

Sweet Boy || Connor ||- ✦

December 3rd: Snow || Bigby Wolf ||- ✦

Morning Kisses || Bigby Wolf ||- ✦

Cuddles || Bigby Wolf ||- ✦

Christmas Morning || Bigby Wolf ||- ✦

First Snow || Bigby Wolf ||- ✦.

Amortentia Bigby-★.

Then you kissed me || Bigby Wolf ||

Little Red Ridin’ Hood || Bigby Wolf ||

Everyone Needs a little lovin || Bigby Wolf ||

'So... Hypothetically, if we were to have a baby, how would you react? || Bigby Wolf || 

tall buff characters that are actually gentle giants || Bigby Wolf ||

What A Handsome Wolf || Bigby Wolf ||

Miscellaneous Games 2: {OverWatch / Mortal Kombat  / Far Cry 5}

Heelllloooo || Johnny Cage x Reader |||- ✦

Vampire!Gabriel Reyes - ✦

Bats || Jesse McCree ||- ✦

Laughter || Gabriel Reyes ||- ✦

First Kiss || Sub-Zero ||- ✦

Oh My God || Kenshi ||- ✦

You’re Alive || Eli Palmer || -✦

I’ve Missed you || Sharky Boshaw ||-✦

The Dragon’s Nest || Hanzo || 

Miscellaneous Games 3: {Call Of Duty / Marvel Avengers  / Ghost  Of  Tsushima}

Bambi Kiss || Steve Rogers ||

Tall buff characters that are actually gentle giants || Daniels ||

I’m so sorry. || Steve Rogers ||

When I am dead || Taka ||-💔

but it’s all coming back to me || Jin Sakai ||

Friendship is the Best Medicine. || Jin Sakai / Ryuzo ||

Pure love. || Jin Sakai ||  

It’s Just A Kiss || Jin Sakai ||

I’ll make you feel better || Jin Sakai ||

Be The One You Need || Joseph Turner ||

The Ghost & The Kitsune. || Jin Sakai ||

The Last Of Us:

Amortentia Joel-★

A kiss to bruised skin || Joel Miller ||

Baby’s First Kicks || Joel Miller ||

You’re My Light || Joel Miller ||

tall buff characters || Joel Miller ||

Final Fantasy:

A kiss on the nose || Tseng ||

You’re glowing || Cloud Strife ||

The SOLDIER and The Baker || Cloud Strife || The Date-⚜

A Kiss…Out Of Love.|| Biggs ||

Just a little confession of love || Biggs ||

The SOLDIER and The Baker || Cloud Strife ||-⚜ Part 1 || Part 2. || Part 3 || Part 4. || Part 5.

I’m Scared || Cloud Strife ||

Cheiloproclitic || Cloud Strife ||

Sleepy Kiss|| Cloud Strife ||.

[creednight]

First Meeting

Modern AU

Will do ones for Connor, Arno and possibly Altair. This one is Ezio. A chance encounter at the club can have some unexpected repercussions. (Ezio x reader) 

The club was pounding. Bright lights flash as you step over the threshold and flinch at the onslaught of loud music and people talking. You feel the bass rumbling through your body, lighting you up and pushing you to swing with the rhythm. It would be a long time before you could go out again, what with the upcoming semester, but you weren’t going to let that stop your night. So much weighed on you at the university, you may not be an honor’s student, but you were close. This is your last year and you want to go out with a bang.

Your friends call you over to their table, they’re all dressed in stunning clothes and their faces donning beautiful pigments. You grin at them, knowing you look just as good and you’re also relieved. These are the people you know and you will try to keep it that way after you all graduate.

“Get over here and see this!” your redheaded friend calls you over, her teeth shine white in the black light as she pulls you in to point behind you to the dance floor. “Isn’t he hot? That’s the bartender.”

“What?” you practically scream, eyeing a rather tall and broad shouldered man on the dance floor.

His long brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail, he has a bit of a beard coming in. Dressed in dark pants, a white dress shirt and a black vest he looks alluring. He moves to the music in a sensual way, pulling in anyone who is nearby, and no one pulls away. Across the floor, you see him smile and it stops your heart. You curse yourself for falling for something so simple, he’s clearly the type of man to know just how hot he is and that means trouble. But then again, isn’t that why you’re out tonight?

You turn away from him, not wanting to ogle him like everyone else is, and head towards the bar to get a drink. Luckily, there are several others working aside from the one, a joke you make to yourself as you order something strong from a man that looks a lot like the one on the floor.

“Brothers?” you shout over the music.

He flashes you a smile, just as dazzling as his sibling’s. “Only sometimes!”

You laugh, taking the drink and heading back to your table. The night goes on without a hitch and you aren’t surprised to find yourself on the dancefloor. Maybe you’re making a fool of yourself, but the alcohol is telling you to keep going. At least that’s what you tell yourself. You’ve only had two drinks and you’re barely buzzed.

It isn’t long until you feel arms around your waist and you’re pulling back into a muscular body. Your brain is coherent enough to get you to turn around and, boy, should you have stayed facing the other direction. It’s the handsome man from earlier and up close: he’s even better.

His strong jaw and high cheek bones are more pronounced when you’re this close. Even his smile is dazzling, making you mimic the expression and lean into him. Your hands slide down his arms to his hands on your waist as the two of you sway to the music. The heat of the club rises as you move with him, your hips against his, your hands all over each other. You can’t get enough of it, your body has never felt this way, sure there have been some others, but none like him. As if reading your mind, he slides lips along your neck and cheeks, his warm breath sending tingles down your spine.

The club becomes a blur as he lures you away from the dance floor, the crowd swallows the two of you as you let him lead you somewhere. Your footsteps are sloppy, but he has no problem pulling you along some steps. You do your best to pay attention, but his lips hit yours and you can’t find a reason to care anymore.

He’s clearly done this before and that makes it all the better. You reach up and run your fingers through his hair as his come to rest on your bottom, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. His lips on yours sucks the breath out of your lungs as he backs up until you both are falling onto a bed. He flips over to lay on top of you, moving his mouth to your neck and chest, nipping at the exposed skin. You moan as his hands run along your thighs, inside and out, pushing up your dress above your ass. A chuckle escapes you as he gives you a firm squeeze and hums in appreciation.

“Checking the goods?” you rasp out as he unzips your dress, releasing you to the cold air.

“Of course, it’s going to be a long night...” he growls into your ear.

You bite your lip again and grin. “Good.”

“(Y/N)?”

Your eyes burst open at the sound of your roommate's voice. Then you remember, you escaped from your sexcapade’s room earlier and caught a cab home. You passed out on your bed before you could get to that shower you need before leaving for a tutoring gig. A groan leaves your lips as you slide off your bed and open the door.

“You didn’t even get drunk,” she smirks at you, her blonde locks pulled back in a braid.

“No, but I didn’t get sleep,” you reply, despite the bold statement, you blush.

“Ha! The quiet one strikes again,” she laughs. “You landed the guy we’ve been trying to get at for weeks.”

“Pure luck,” you mumble, pulling back your hair. “What time is it?”

“You have an hour and a half before you have to meet with that student.”

She leaves then, allowing you to get ready. School starts next week and you already have a few side jobs in tutoring lining up. This week is when you’ll be meeting with the students to prep them for their upcoming classes. Many of them already have assignments and you want to help them get a headstart.

Pulling on a white floral dress with some black pumps, you allow your hair to be loose before putting on some light makeup. The bags under your eyes are not going to help these rich parents keep you around and you need the money.  Your phone pings, a reminder for your appointment with a well known italian family nearby. You grab that, your keys and bag on your way out the door.

The house you come up on is huge, much bigger than the family needs you think in your head and you push the thought away. You’re escorted to through the door to a common room where two people wait. Giovanni and Maria Auditore. A family famous for something you can’t recall at the moment, but you brush that away to smile at them.

“Welcome, (Y/N),” Maria greets you as if you were old friends. Her dark eyes pierce your own and you realize that you should start paying more attention to detail. “Our son is on his way down, we expect to see a rise in his grades, yes?”

“Of course,” you grin.

“That’s what we like to hear,” Giovanni claps his hands, his eyes bright as he regards you. You can’t help but think he’s seeing more than what you want him to.

“I’ve told you before, mother! I don’t need a... tutor,” the son rushes into the room, his face set in a frown until he turns to you and it’s like the room turns to ice. His eyes, his beard, that scar...

“(Y/N), meet our son, Ezio,” Giovanni states with a sweep of his arm. Either his oblivious to the looks on your faces, or he doesn’t care. He sets his hands on his son’s shoulders, the same ones you were clutching last night. “Give her a chance son.”

“Oh, but I think-”

“It will be better than you think!” you rush whatever he was about to say. The mischievous look in his eyes makes your face flush. “Shall we get started?”

His parents look pleased at your eagerness, little do you know you want to get out of here. Last night was a mistake, now matter how good it was, you can’t stay. The pay rate flashes across your mind and you can’t help but groan.

“The study has been prepped, go on,” Maria shoos the two of you away.

In the study, you try not to tremble too much as Ezio sits across from you, his golden eyes scrutinizing you with a grin. When yours meets his, you swallow the lump in your throat and try to control your emotions. You open your mouth to speak when his mouth opens in an ‘oh’ expression and he holds a finger up as if he just remembered something.

“You left this at my place.”

You nearly faint, blood rushes to your face and it takes everything in you not to scream or even punch his smirking face. He laughs while holding up your lacy lingerie you had decided to wear the night before. 

This was going to be interesting.