#and Petruccio is in more and more pain

[moonfurthetemmie]

now, I’m sure the rings are damn near indestructible because eldritch bullshit

But wouldn’t it be messed up if Petruccio and Gonzalo were so in-tune with them, because they’d been wearing the rings for so long, that if they started to break, it would give them debilitating headaches? Wouldn’t it be fucked if just trying to take the ring off to try and fix it put them in unbearable agony because putting any pressure on the cracked ring made them feel like you put their head in a hydronic press

and they wouldn’t take them off or let anyone else take them off either. It’s like the one ring; they get frantically possessive if you even suggest it

but the ring continues to break, and their pain gets worse, and there is nothing anyone can do for them

[teecupangel]

Rather specific and weird but, how do you think Altaïr, Ezio, Ratonhnhaké:ton, and Desmond would react to having chronic migraines? Totally not asking because my chronic migraines are kicking my ass right now. Totally.

I hope you feel better, nonny, and I’m sorry this is so late TTATT

Altaïr:

Altaïr had been living with the pain in his head that comes and goes regularly since he was a child.

He knows how to hide it and he has no plans to tell anyone about it.

Al Mualim knows of it and has told him repeatedly how important it was for nobody else to know.

It was a weakness that Altaïr cannot show to others.

So he pretends he’s fine.

Everything was fine.

He’s fine.

He must be fine.

Ezio:

Ezio’s sickness in the mind as the dottore would call it always worried his family. He tried to hide it at times, especially when he knows that Petruccio needed more care and attention that him. He was the older brother. The least he could do was make sure his youngest sibling would be cared for. He can endure the pain.

“You’re an idiot.” Claudia would always say as she drags Ezio to his room and force him to lay on his bed.

“I’m fine, Claudia.”

“I know. You’re helping me practice.”

Ezio had hated this ‘practice’ when he was a child. A practice to when I have my own child, Claudia would say.

It was embarrassing.

But hearing Claudia read out loud a book for children…

Feeling the warmth of his blanket…

The relaxing scent of tea that Claudia would sip from time to time…

The pain in his head was still prominent but… Ezio couldn’t help but relax nonetheless.

“Thank you, Claudia.”

“Shush, babies don’t talk.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton:

Everyone in the village knew that Ratonhnhaké:ton would have this ‘episodes’ every so often. They always seemed to realize it even when Ratonhnhaké:ton is trying to hide it and tell him to go home and rest or, if Ratonhnhaké:ton is being a bit too stubborn, they’ll let him do something for the village that he could do at his own pace. Nothing dangerous. They’d always check up on him every so often and Ratonhnhaké:ton would try to finish it. But his mother would always come to him before he could and they would go home. His mother would tuck him after they ate and hum some kind of song as she held her son.

When he became an Assassin, he tried to hide it. It was easy to hide it among the people who didn’t know him.

But Achilles always knew.

“You’ll only be a danger to everyone and yourself. Rest and return when you’re better.”

Achilles tried to keep his distance.

But Ratonhnhaké:ton still heard the concern in his tone.

He always watched as Achilles walked away after saying his peace even though the sound of his cane tapping against the wooden floor made the pain in his head hurt a little bit more.

Rest.

Yes.

Ratonhnhaké:ton supposed he should take a rest.

He didn’t want Achilles to come back and hit him on the head with his cane later after all.

Not that it ever happened.

It was an empty threat and they both knew it.

Desmond:

Desmond is slave to capitalism. He has no choice but to keep on working even though he has a migraine. It’s absolute hell but Desmond has grown used to this.

Even back on the Farm, he would still continue to train when he was having a migraine. Nothing has truly changed.

Hell, this is an improvement.

The worst he could do was drop some kind of glass or bottle instead of falling or getting hurt himself.

It’ll be fine.

He’ll be fine.

(He does not realize that the lighting and the music of his job is worsening his migraines, he just thinks he need to power through it)

He would probably check online for medicines that can help make his migraines ‘easier’ or remember the medicine his parents used to give him (and yeah, if it needs a prescription, Desmond’s gonna steal it)

[demigoddessqueens]

First of all I just wanted to thank you for letting me know your requests were open. It makes me so happy to see people still giving Ezio the love he deserves! I don’t usually go for a lot of the more cliche lover tropes but I can’t stop thinking of Childhood best friend Ezio x reader.

What comes to mind is reader and Ezio having a strained relationship prior to his family’s execution due to readers newfound romantic feelings for Ezio and his infatuation with Christina. But once Ezio’s world is flipped on its axis after the murder of his father and brothers that he would seek reader’s help and comfort as he escapes Florence and trains to become an assassin.

I think at first he would be too shaken up and focused on revenge but after a while he would come to realize that he likes the reader. Maybe he would confess then, or perhaps after he kills Uberto.

It’s up to you to decide how you want to write all of this and what format (if you choose this request at all). You definitely don’t have to use my ideas if you don’t want to either, honestly I’d just love to see any type of Ezio x childhood best friend reader content. Thank you so so much for opening requests and for reading this 💗

Speaking my language with the Ezio angst!!! I need moar 💕💔

MASTERLIST 10

You cared for Ezio so much and it hurts. Growing up close with the Auditores was filled with the happiest memories of you, Frederico, Ezio and Claudia together, welcoming Petruccio, but your feelings always ran different with Ezio.

It left you dismayed at the unrequited feelings, and you felt your heart shatter when you heard of his late escapades of getting chased out with Christina.

Yet nothing could prepare you for the tragedy that struck when you heard of what happened to Giovanni and his two sons, your closest friends. There wasn’t time to grieve as you would have liked now that targets were on you and your family’s back, and you had to leave much of what you knew behind.

Only you didn’t expect to see Ezio at the same place of refuge at the end of things. He mentions that he was able to send a final goodbye to his father (with the help of Christina) but you ignore the pangs at your heart. You mourn along with him at the loss of the life you once knew together.

Being friends of friends (or family) of Assassins come with the perks of protection, but nothing you know of is ever the same again. Getting adjusted to your new life leads to unexpectedly wielding a blade, despite the constant wounds

Still, Ezio is there to see you grow and change as you both reach your respective milestones well into adulthood.

When Leonardo comes to see you both, it’s a much needed reprieve you didn’t realize you needed. A sense of normalcy despite all the heartbreak, and you realize how much you miss Ezio’s smile whenever you laugh at each other’s jokes.

Things feel…different. Upheavals so young and facing through them together does bring you closer. You and Ezio talk of the nightmares, seeking revenge, but try not to forget the good times as well.

In his quest against those who wronged him and his family, Ezio still thinks of you. You bring a tether and one close to him who knows what he’s feeling, going through.

There was one time you swore you felt him kiss you when you fell asleep at one of the desks, but you never brought it up since

Still, you heard of the visits he had with Christina and you didn’t think it would still affect you but jealousy works in mysterious ways. The day he lost her was the day you saw something shift in him, beyond the grief and pain from before.

He’s more urgent, stringent on whenever you go on missions or gather intel, and always wants to be by your side. Even Claudia begins to notice the change in her brother

It starts to annoy you at first, Ezio always hovering around you and whenever another person (let alone man) talks to you

“Ezio, this has gone on far too long now! Why are you always hovering near me?!”

“BECAUSE I WONT LOSE ANOTHER! Not those I CARE about!”

Speechless.

You don’t have anything to retort, especially since he still has more to say

“I’ve lost more than enough in one lifetime, and I can’t lose you too. I care for you…maybe even more than that.”

You can only hug him for now, but come the next day there’s still more to say

[robin-in-the-library]

Back on my bullshit bcs I’m still thinking about this (more like always thinking about this). Anyway. Here’s some more rambles on the Auditore’s execution, why it’s weird, ways it could be less whacky (feat a little Everyone-Lives AU morsel)

Opening and quickly closing the parenthesis that I personally think that, while in line with “male protagonists filled with man-pain”, the annihilation of the Auditore is very… modern, contrasts a bit with the time the games are set in, and that an exile sentence (maybe with the death of one member at most, perhaps Giovanni or Federico) would have been more in line with the period, still brought about pain for everyone involved (it’s the loss of home, the loss of identity) and the quest for revenge while exploring the fundamental thing that is family, the overlap of personal and political bonds, the three sons and inheritance (primogeniture, military career/inheriting the role in the Brotherhood for Ezio, maybe an ecclesiastical career for Petruccio). Also would have been an interesting parallel with both the Medici (Cosimo was exiled in 1433) and Dante Alighieri himself (who has his own set of parallels with Ezio, other than having been an Assassin, which one day I’ll get to yell about).

But, let’s keep that all the Auditore men had to die (even very child shaped Petruccio, which, whack). I think there were better options than the execution, which is just, very weird overall, as I will prove with trusty old Piero degli Albizi and Cosimo de Medici.

First of all, there is the matter of the trial. You need a trial for an execution, and you won’t get one in barely a night, especially with Lorenzo barely an hour by foot from Firenze, especially with the opposition a death sentence for an ally of the Medici would have likely caused. But I’ll get to that later, let’s just focus on the trial for now.

Let’s take the trial of Piero degli Albizi, which ended in a death sentence, he was arrested on the 20th of December 1479 and condemned only on the 23rd. He was also being judged by te government of the Ciompi, in stark opposition to the oligarchy Piero was part of (in fact, he had fled Firenze in 1478). Giovanni (and his sons) were allied to the Medici, whose influence could not have been overruled so easily by the Templars (given that since Cosimo their power was based on placing people loyal to them in the government and institutions of Firenze), so I highly doubt that their trial ruled for execution in but a night.

There is also the fact that Lorenzo wasn’t unreachable, it would have taken about an hour to get to Careggi by foot, and I highly doubt he would not have been informed about the arrest of someone that was a close ally and I believe personal friend, also because he was accused of treason. Perhaps the only reason he wouldn’t have acted straight away is that he believes he has more time to pull the strings of this process.

Even then, Lorenzo’s direct involvement wouldn’t have been the only thing needed to oppose the execution — Giovanni and Maria surely had friends in Firenze, and I find it hard to believe that all of them ended up involved like Uberto. Of course this group overlaps with that of people loyal to the Medici, but we also have Lorenzo’s mother herself, Lucrezia, and his brother Giuliano.

So, yeah, unlikely the court would have ruled for an execution sentence and unlikely the trial would have happened overnight.

One option, then, is that the execution was unlawful. Sure, there would have been consequences for Uberto and the others involved (tho we see that a successful execution of the conspiracy often ends with the gruesome death of the conspirators in both Galeazzo Maria Sforza’s assassination and the Congiura dei Pazzi), but by then the Auditore would have been dead.

The other option draws a parallel with Cosimo de Medici’s arrest in 1433, after which he was exiled (though his enemies planned to have him, yes, executed). After his imprisonment he refused to eat any food brought to him by anyone other than his family, for he feared he would be poisoned. So, that fate could befell Giovanni and his sons — or not, because the man’s an Assassin after all, and he could copy an old ally (and also give back some more narrative weight to the women of his family, who in this case would be fundamental).

Looking at the trend of accusations of treason being dealt with exile in Firenze (people who straight up tried to go against the Medici), then looking at the fact that even Piero degli Albizi’s execution during the government of the Ciompi happened three days after his arrests and how little sense it makes for the execution to happen how it does or to happen at all, then looking at this quote from April Blood (For those of good birth exile could be devastating, because it cut one off from friendships and roots, from the possibility to be confirmed in one’s identity every day, from the usual sources of income, forcing a half life which was more of a half death) and then crying a bit.

[bowieandqueen11]

Amore Mio / Ezio Auditore Imagine

Request: heyy could i request a male reader with ezio sneaking in to to see him? what they do is up to you idm:)

Yes you absolutely CAN! Ngl I used to have a massive crush on Ezio so thank you for making some feelings remerge <3

I’m sorry if this is short and awful, I just need to get into writing for AC, so if you like please do comment and request!

The golden glow of the dwindling Florentine sun cast shadows over Ezio Auditore’s grinning face.

Federico had warned him not to come - that his father would be upset if he caused more trouble for himself after the fight with Vieri de’ Pazzi that same afternoon, and yet he could still see him perched on a rooftop out of the corner of his eye. Despite his protests, as Ezio used a crumbling window ledge to pull himself up just that little bit higher, there was a smirk on his face as his brother turned and jumped back down onto the street.

‘Caution to the wind, huh!’, he shouts, turning for one last look at his brother, laughing all the while. He waves once, shaking his head, before mumbling incoherently to himself. Soon, Ezio can barely make out the figure of his receding form as Federico makes his unhurried way down the piazza. Before he knows it, his brother has completely slipped into the ebbing crowd of thronging shadows, unknown to both of them, for the last time.

Ezio had more important things to worry about now, turning his mind away from worrying about what scandals Federico would impart to his mother once he returned home. Ever since he had been old enough to start causing brazen trouble, only one phrase would leave his mother’s mouth that could inflict serious pain to his heart.

‘If you keep getting into fights, no more seeing Y/n, hm? I mean it this time Ezio’, his mother would sigh as she tended to the Wisteria withering by the Spandrel door, ignoring the way Ezio’s mouth would fall open and his shoulders would drop, as if to argue back.

Instead, he chose to turn away. Hiding away all thoughts of you, of his tesoro, deep into his minds where no one else could touch it - where it belonged to him, and him alone. The thought of anything happening, of him harming you, of him being ripped away from you somehow, was the cruellest joke he believed Firenze could wrought upon him. Now that he was a bit older, and as he thought (although his mother would disagree), a bit wiser, he was finally ready.

So, away he snuck with his brother’s help, barely registering the rooftops his feet went flying over until he landed underneath the rich radiance of your latticed window. He fingered the ring he had stuffed into the back pocket of his breeches. The same ring he had brokered off of a merchant only a few weeks after meeting you. After the constant teasing from his brothers and sister about how soft you made him, after the begging of his mother to find an outlet that made him happy, the pleading of his father to find something good and proper to hold onto to deter himself from the fights, he fully intended to finally - officially - make you his tonight.

With a flourish of romance’s delicate hand, the sun began to bloom garnet and amber streams across the sky. With it, came the serenity and secrecy of eventide that Ezio had wished for, the dreams of the night beginning to play sweetly in his imagination as his boot hitched itself off of a stone pillar.

Looking back, he supposed that’s why he didn’t notice the pebble that nearly smashed into the side of his nose.

‘Ezio Auditore!’, you half shout, half whisper down, trying to avoid alerting your more than nosy neighbours. One arm is poised and ready to throw another rock from your windowsill. ‘How many times do I have to tell you, you can’t just keep climbing up into people’s rooms anytime you want!’ Your words were sharp, but your hoarse tone was anything but, teasing the man who was currently left dangling with one hand from the outer wall of your family’s villa.

‘Now now, Y/n, let me explain-’, Ezio starts, hand reconnecting with brick that he uses to pull himself back up until he’s hunched against the wall.

‘I have half a mind to just leave you out here and call the guards. My family has always warned me to keep away from the Auditores you know. I should have listened to them all those years ago, and then I could sleep in peace instead of having a very bloodied looking idiota climbing up my wall!’

‘Now amore mio, where would be the fun in that? If you would like to sleep, just point me in the direction of your bed and I would be more than happy to take you there.’

The two of you broke into laughter at the same time, before you quickly realise yourself and shush Ezio. Checking the coast is clear, and your parents are still asleep down the hallway from your room, you gingerly lean over the edge of your sill and hold one hand out. Your fingers wiggle, beckoning impatiently to the smiling man below, who wastes no time climbing over the remaining sun-scorched bricks. He’s so quick, in fact, that he’s just a blur until his nose bumps against your own, colliding into your chest.

You manage to grab onto him before the two of you go tumbling headfirst, back onto the streets below. Closing your hands around his ever so slightly larger, and indefinitely more calloused ones, you intertwine your fingers with his before pulling him in. You stick your head out into the night air with one final check that no one had spotted him from the street below, before shutting the latch on your window and pulling the heavy drapes across to block out all remaining light.

‘Cuoro mio, it has felt like an eternity since I saw you last.’

Ezio skips the pleasantries this time, instead deciding to kick your wooden door shut with the edge of his boot. When he is satisfied the latch has clicked, he moves so fast across your maroon carpet that you barely have time to register he’s said anything before his lips have attacked your neck. 

You moan gently as his arms wrap around your waist, making no effort to push him off. Instead, he jolts against you, frame sinking into your body as the two of you go stumbling backwards into your writing desk. His tongue wetly drifts against your shoulder blades, kisses needy and desperate and oh so sweet as he goes on the attack against every piece of available skin he can find.

‘Ezio, my love, you saw me this morning, when you somehow roped me into delivering those letters for your father. Even you cannot be so, hmph, needy already-’ 

Despite the way his stubble brushed against his cheek, despite the warmth of his thumbs as they rubbed as gently as Ezio could in his eagerness against the patch of skin at your waistline, despite the way his lips were trailing up your neck until they reached your own line of stubble lining your throat, you still managed to find the strength to push Ezio back a little.

‘Something is on your mind, piccola piuma. Come, tell me.’

Ezio doesn’t pull far away from you. Instead, he seems almost nervous - uncharacteristically scared, even, as he wraps you in the bracket of his arms and presses the two of you against the table’s edge. His lips are slightly swollen already from the onslaught, his eyes desperate and needy as he turns to look up at you, eyes swirling. 

‘Y/n- I have to ask you something...I love you.’

‘Yes, I am aware. I love you too, although that is not a question’, you chuckle, nuzzling your forehead against his own. He sighs in relief, searching your eyes for any sign you’re about to withdraw from him, before he finally swallows the fear that has been plaguing his heart and closes his eyes in preparation.

‘Will you- will you-’

‘Yes, I will’, you whisper, lips turned up in a grin.

His eyes open again in shock, mouth opening and closing so quickly you start laughing as he still just gapes down at you like a blubbering fish.

‘But you have no idea what I was about to say!’

‘You really think you, or any of your brothers can keep a secret? All it took was three feathers for me to bribe Petruccio into telling me what you were planning. Almost too easy’, you sigh, mockingly.

‘But you- you’re saying - you’re saying you will?’

Ezio looks almost dumbstruck, frozen in place as he gazes down at you.

‘Of course, idiota. I’m yours.’

It takes Ezio all of two seconds to dive down, before capturing you in the most passionate kiss of your life. You can feel him smile against your skin as he reaches up to cup your cheeks, whispering little sweet nothings against your face as he walked you backwards towards the bed.

The last thing the sun saw of Ezio Auditore that night, were his pursed lips leaning over to blow out the candles illuminating the room, before the two of you were draped in a smoky darkness you wished would never leave.

[nightwingshero]

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Just working on some Alessandra and Ezio stuff. This is when the family is about to be executed...so we’re working on angst...which is normal for me. This isn’t edited either, so I’m sorry for any mistakes! TW for character death and, you know, violence.

He didn’t have a chance to finish as I hopped up on the wooden platform, kneeling as I glared at the man—Uberto. The crowd gasped and screamed, confusion and uncertainty making them restless as the fat man stumbled back in fear. I didn’t blame him, and part of me got satisfaction from it as his beady eyes watched me. My mask covered the lower half of my face under my hood, which already cast a shadow on its own…all that was left was the piercing light eyes, lined in black, that pinned him place. I could imagine what he saw there—rage among other things—and I hoped more than anything that he would crush under the weight of it.

My attention, however, didn’t stay on him long. My gaze shifted to Giovanni and Federico as I rose, both of them shocked, but I could see a hint of a fond smile on my betrothed lips, and pride shining on his father’s face. For the first time since arriving back to the city, I felt clarity. Everything in me prepared to leap to action, determined to free all three of them as Giovanni called to me. “Petruccio first! Grab my youngest first—Alessandra!” I frowned at his yell, not heeding his warning soon enough as my hood was yanked hard and pulling me back. My braid was caught in it, pain erupting on my scalp as my mask was also ripped from me. Clenching my teeth, I quickly released my hidden blade and turned, slicing the guard’s throat and kicking him off the platform. The crowd was panicked as I continued, throwing a knife at another guard that attempted to get onto the gallows, causing him to cry out and fall back. With a huff, I rushed forward and pulled out my dagger instead.

Uberto had enough time to recover, his guards distracting me long enough for him to gather his wits as I went for Petruccio’s rope. I watched as a robed figure—a man—whispered something harshly to him and his face turned red. Pointing out towards the lever to drop the trap doors, my heart squeezed in panic. Giovanni seemed to sense it and he turned to me. “Save my sons! Leave me, save my sons!” I wanted to argue as I glanced at him, I could save them. Federico wasn’t ready to take over, he hadn’t learned enough from his father for this. Giovanni couldn’t die, we couldn’t afford to lose him, his family needed him, all of them. I could save them all. I just had to hurry.

“Kill them!” Uberto shrieked as more guards came rushing to his aid as I slashed at the rope, the young boy staggering before I steadied him. “Kill them now!”

I turned quickly to the remaining two, ready to pull my other dagger in desperation as I met Federico’s gaze. His eyes held a sadness that made my breath catch in my throat. “Alessandra—”

A noise sounded and he quickly fell out of sight as the rope snapped tight.

[itseivwhore]

Hey can you do something short about ezio and jacob with a sick reader, I have the cold and it's so overwhelming and painful, and I can't help the sore throat

Heyo there anonimo,thank you a lot for requesting this,it's something that I have never written before,so now the time has come! I am glad you sent me this little request just now,for I am having a pretty much rough time lately,so writing this managed to distract me,someway,even if a little...

I started to write this as soon as I saw your request in my inbox,I didn't want to make a reader of mine wait for so long (because 1) you are sick,and I HATE having a sore throat; and 2) I said 'so long' because I take a lot of time in writing my one shots). I hope you will feel better soon!Just stay at home,rest,sleep,all comfy in your warm bed between fluffly blankets aaanddd...read this ;)

So,starting with this little note: I didn't and I don't actually understand what you truly meant with 'something short' ...a mini one shot with BOTH Ezio and Jacob in it?Two separated imagines,each one with Ezio and Jacob?

I don't know,but I have decided,since I have never done this before,to go for modern heacanons (pretty long ones too,so am I forgiven?). I am so sorry if,maybe,I misunderstood you and if you wanted just a whole imagine,or two different ones. Just let me know once you'll read this?Mh?

Now,let's start,shall we?

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|°Ezio°| :

"Dolcezza?Are you alright,amore?"

When you returned from a long,tiring,to say the least endless day at work,the first thing you did was to collapse on the sofa,sighing heavily and deeply as you closed your heavy eyes,your head spinning as you tried to melt in with the softness of the sofa.

As soon as you entered the house,you heard a muffled,sweet sound coming from the kitchen,not far from the living room where you had let yourself go;managing to smile slightly when you recognized the familiar voice of Ezio who,while cooking,was busy humming an Italian song you grew accustomed to know,to learn and to sing with him.

But he stopped humming cheerfully when, hearing the sound of the keys in the lock and the loud noise of the door being locked, he did not see you coming.

Usually,every evening and every time you finished your shift at work,once at home,the first thing you did was to run into the arms of Ezio,who constantly and faithfully waited for you to come back:finding him sitting on the sofor preparing dinner,or doing some chores around the house,knowing that you would come back tired after a long day at work...but always happy to find him here,promptly with open arms and with that bright and joyful smile,to hold you in a strong and long embrace and with sweet and passionate kisses,immediately followed by his genuine questions,purely interested in knowing how your day went.

So the guy became quite concerned when he didn't see you running towards of him as usual.And he worried even more when he didn't hear an answer from you,a thousand thoughts that suddenly flooded his mind.

As he left the kitchen,he quickly leaned on the door,softly called your name in a barely audible whisper.

His eyes grew dark with worry as they wandered around the big living room,finding your form lying,almost helpless,on the couch,not moving even a little.

No,you were not alright.

And Ezio understood that immediately.

Walking quickly in the living room,he sat next to your lying form,his eyebrow furrowed,a worried and thoughtful expression on his face when he heard you mumbling something under your breath,your voice being muffled by the couch.

He stretched out a hand,delicately turning your head to the side,rising up a corner of his mouth and giving you a small and sweet smile as he observed,and studied,your visibly tired and weak face,leaning down and pressing his lips on your forehead as he caressed your warm cheeks,you lazily leaning in his gentle touch.

Let's be honest:when Ezio understood that you were not just tired,but you were terribly sick,with a headache and most likely with a fever too,he started to panick a little.

The poor boy was not used to get sick,he rarely did,thanks to all that sun and warm days he grew up with in his homeland.He was not used,at all.

But he knew his things:many times his little brother,Petruccio,got sick,and many times he watched how their mother looked after him.

So,keeping his worry and panick within and for himself,not wanting to worsen the situation and not wanting to make you worried for him,he started to organize everything.

Preparing and fixing the kingsize bed you shared,delicately picking you up and bringing you in your bedroom,laying you on the bed,helping you changing your clothes,leaving chaste kisses all over your warm skin before covering you with layers of warm blankets,pillows all around you;a bottle of water on the nightstand and a glass there too.

Ezio was so devoted and focused,now even more than he already was:laying beside you on the bed,his chin resting on his palm as he gazed at you,softly talking with you,humming lowly,playing with your hair,reminding you how much he loved you,making you flattered,making you giggle amusedly too with his funny,dirty jokes.

"I can't wait to make you tired for another reason,tesoro"

Of course he was there all the time,rushing and running inside the bedroom from wherever he was whenever he heard you calling him,giving you everything you wanted and needed.

"Salute!" every time he heard you sneezing,shouting that loudly and hearing his voice from downstairs.

And,obviously,being the good chef he was,he didn't stop cooking,preparing you some of your favourite dishes,showing up in the bedroom with plates for lunch and hot drinks during the afternoon.

"Don't be uspetti,eat some spaghetti".

Tons and tons and millions of sweet Italian nicknames.

Him occasionally being dramatic,just to make you laugh,throwing himself on the bed beside you as he started to speak and to gesture in a very theatrical way,pretending to be sick too.

Malicious smirks and sly winks when,once you started to feel a bit better and when you were able to leave the bed,he found you standing near his drawer.

His shiny,clearly excited brown eyes wandering all over your body,that smirk only growing more as he saw you wearing one of his t-shirt,obviously way bigger than you,knowing how much you adored wearing them,feeling his perfume on you.

"Stealing my shirts again,I see" seeing Ezio giving you one last grin before walking away.

"Where are you going?"

"You know I can't control myself when I see you wearing my clothes,vita mia!" he shouted,going downstairs.

You were eternally grateful to have Ezio always at your side,helping you to rest and recover,making you smile when you last feel like laughing,making you feel extremely loved,making you feel special and making you feel better for the way he was looking after you.

"Anything for la luce della mia vita"

~~~~~

|°Jacob°| :

"Tea"

That was the first thing that Jacob said when you told him you were sick...not that he didn't already know,anyways.

The younger twin could seem distracted and nonchalant,but underneath all that thick layer of sarcasm and cheeky smiles,his observer side was hidden.

And Jacob watched you,more than he could ever admit;not that you didn't like this,but quite the opposite:you loved as his hazel eyes always watched and observed you in that warm way,you loved as he remembered the smallest details of you,you loved and admired him with all of yourself,because he was the only person in the world who knew you so well.

And the younger Frye also watched you closely,and more importantly,when one weekend evening,while waiting for you to come back from work,he saw you running towards his car,rushing in,soaking wet,head to toe,trembling violently.

Oh,the infamous downpour of the UK!

Jacob knew well,way too well how lethal the violent,sudden winter downpours were.Who knows for how many times he had or stayed at home when he was a child,whole days spent out in his garden in the rain,serious consequence of him getting a rough cold and a high fever.

As soon as you started having the first symptoms of what was preparing to be a severe cold,Jacob didn't waste any time.

Needless to say that,all your protests and all your futile attempts to convince him that you were fine,were not exactly taken into account by him.

Perhaps you were stubborn,not wanting him to worry any more...

But no one could be more stubborn than Jacob Frye himself was.

"You aren't going to win,love.Not with me"

He preferred you staying in the livingroom more than in the bedroom,saying that it was easier for him and that he didn't had to run up and down when he could have you right there,him at your disposal,and you under his attentive gaze.

A lot of pillows and blankets around and on you as you comfortably laid down on the sofa as you took naps there,or as you watched the TV,lights switched off as he lit up some candles all around the living room,making just a relaxed and soft atmosphere.

A lot of pillows.He nearly built a pillow fort.

The younger twin always was there when you needed or called him,finding him standing in front of you in a blink of an eye.

"Your humble servant is here,Miss,to fulfill his duties" saying that in such a solemn way,bowing down and bringing his hand towards his heart as his eyes shone brightly in hearing you giggle.

"Tea cure and heal everything,remember this,darling" that's what Jacob kept on saying every day,almost every hour with a firm tone,it becoming his loyal and faithful motto.

So you bet that Jacob always made sure you had a cup of hot,warm tea between your hands,warming you inside and out.

"Headache?Tea.Insomnia?Tea.Sorethroat?Tea.Stressed?Tea!"

Tea was the answer,and of course the solution,of and for everything.Everything seemed to revolve around tea for that guy,and he had a couple of reasons to defend his thoughts on the subject.

"Earl Grey tea?Or English Breakfast tea?" the choices were infinite,innumerable,intermimable,for you were pretty sure he had all kinds of tea in some specific and hidden drawers of the kitchen.

And oh God,the tea he prepared was something divine,to say at least.Starting to think that,most likely,he was right with all the long speech about his tea being the cure of everything.

If Jacob was good at something,more than anything else,was preparing tea.

You madly loved to watch him preparing it:you sitting on the counter of the kitchen,a big blanket wrapped around your trembling body as your legs swinged forward and backward;adoring to see how focused and precise he was while making it,adoring to see how his brows furrowed in concentration.

But the thing you adored the most in that precise moments,was when he turned around to face you,giving you a big smile,walking towards you and wrapping his muscular arms around your middle,pulling you closer to himself,really and truly warming you so well,swinging you lazily;closing your eyes,a genuinely happy smile on your lips as you placed your head on his broad chest,his slow heartbeat calming you.

Obviously,his sarcastic and witty will was still there,accompanying him and his words every hour of the day.Cocky answers and sassy phrases filling his cheerful voice,not helping but feeling proud of himself when he managed to gift you of a laughter and of a smile,feeling incredibly glad in seeing you getting better day by day.

But that smug behaviour quickly faded away when Evie started to visit you,checking upon you,making sure that her twin brother was doing a good job.

His sister telling you some little,funny stories about a younger Jacob when he had colds,which,as you knew,was not rare.Making you laugh in a purely amused way in hearing how he behaved...

Not that he changed much anyways.

"He was so,so whiny"

"He WaS,sO,sO WhInY.Liar!"

But he didn't care about his pride and ego being a little hurt by all Evie's stories,as long as he heard your amused laugthers and your joyfull smile he loved to bits.

°*TrAnSlAtIoNs!*°

"Dolcezza"= literally:sweetness.Sweetheart;

"Amore" = love;

"Tesoro" = darling;

"Salute!" = bless you;

"Vita mia" = my life;

"La luce della mia vita" = the light of my life.

~~~~~

I know you asked for something short,and well,as you can clearly see this is everything but short.

Anyway,this apart,I hope you'll like it!Pleaseee let me know if you will,even sending me a private message...or not if you want to keep your persona as an anon!Just let me know,I am still a a bit afraid/insecure of what you wanted.An one-shot with both Ezio and Jacob in it?Two mini separated imagines? Guess we will never know.

Cia.

[archeolgstarch]

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐈 ( assassin’s creed: renaissance )

         born into the creed, lara’s only memories of home are of the disappearing manor as her father took her far, far away. the safety of the english countryside could protect them no longer after the french templars hunted down her mother and eliminated her for her betrayal. seeking asylum in italia, aided by the brotherhood there, lara grows up the daughter of an english scholar hidden within firenze’s luscious noble class. for the longest time, the truth was kept from her. but in secret the templars had began carefully breaking up the brotherhood in italy, one by one, and starting by the fringes. the english scholar, so far away from home. 

        at age eleven, lara finds herself orphaned and alone. fallen off the grid, it’s believed the last of the crofts has been eliminated as well, when in reality her sponsorship is taken on by the auditores. at first, she’s reluctant to accept their help and kindness, reticent and cold to all their advances, except maybe for the youngest of the household, claudia and petruccio who were very little at the time. soon, her assassin training is undertaken by the auditore patriarch, again despite lara’s reluctance. all she’s ever known from the creed was pain, and it continues to be so as she watches in horror as the family who’d taken her in in her time of need is brought down by templar conspirators, and lara must once more disappear into the crowds, to become once more a ghost of the crofts haunting the streets and cities of italia. 

        in italia, lara is a member of the theives and mercenaries guild most notably, but also finds herself entertaining patronage of arts both conventional and otherwise. she’s also a known ally and protector of the courtesan guild. eventually, lara’s role in the reestablishment of the brotherhood in roma is notable, and she fully takes on her role as an assassin to build back the brotherhood in england and return home once and for all. 

[moltementi]

@ofthcrnedrcses | liked the diddly for federico! | The ‘Federico managed to displace the hangman’s knot and live, albeit with spinal injury’ AU. Don’t @ me I’m a drama-ho.

     He had only just begun to get to know her. Scarlett Dalager-Lyssander, an Assassin just like his father. Just like him. An enthralling presence that held his attention initially by her robes, and then by virtue of her smile. It told of impish chaos that he just KNEW would play well with his.

     Federico doesn’t want to burden her with his familly’s toils. Nor himself. For truly he would be, a cripple as he now had become. Walking was an incredible chore - more a hobble or gimp, than any steady gait.

     But honestly, who else was he to go to? Father and Petruccio were gone. He wouldn’t dare risk what remained of his family by returning home - oh how Madre must hurt, how Ezio must rage - Laudanum was how he remained sane, and yet...

         “...I’m sorry.” It’s grit through pain immeasurable despite the dosage, and he tries not to shift too terribly much as he leans against the threshold. 

                        “I just... I need... somewhere to stay...”

[moonfurthetemmie]

my dudes i fucking forgot to say anything about it but i figured out what the eldritch creature's deal is for the Horror Theater Kid AU

it's name is Yighraru (name dropped it already by accident)

Yighraru is something of a god of theater, though neither it nor its worshipers would call it that. The most sacred ritual a mortal can perform is to write and perform a musical dedicated to it.

Petruccio and Gonzalo are awful at writing lyrics, but writing and performing a non-musical play is the next best thing, and they’ve got so many of those. They’re working on a musical tho

Yighraru also quite enjoys human sacrifices. Its worshipers believe that dying in its name will earn you a place in a glorious city of all manner of indulgences. Wine, food, entertainment, sex, whatever you want. They're correct, but the thing is Yighraru doesn’t realize that no one leaves because they genuinely can’t.

It doesn’t understand the mortal concept of death. It doesn’t understand that the humans it has surrounded itself with are the spirits of the dead, and it likely never will. It certainly won’t understand what the problem is, since they’re all still ‘here’ and seem to be perfectly happy.

Also, because of how crazy everyone went when its rings were shown off at that one play, Petruccio and Gonzalo think Yighraru is a very bloodthirsty god. It doesn’t understand what that means, but they’re bringing it more friends so it’s fine with them carrying on as they are.

It does also want to come into the physical realm, but its intention is to bring joy, excitement, and entertainment. Unfortunately, this will have the same result as if it had wanted to drive mortals to homicidal madness.

Its form is, like all such entities, an incomprehensible horror that drives people mad trying to understand it. And it’s abundantly clear to everyone who sees or encounters it that it’s extremely powerful. Seeing it, or interacting with items that contain its essence (like the rings), will cause mortals to go mad and try to worship it for a bit of its power.

TL;DR: It's not malevolent, but it's inability to understand these creatures that are so much simpler than it means that it's intentions don't matter at all and it's still a fucking problem and they really shouldn't be trying to summon it to earth.

[teecupangel]

was reading through your claudes tag and came across this tag "at this point we’re only missing petruccio and we will have all the auditore siblings x desmond headcanons XD" and it made me think of an au where desmond is reborn around the same time as petruccio is born so they become childhood friends after they hit it off after tthye "coincidentally" meet on one of petruccio's rare days out

so they grow up together with desmond feeling guilty about using petruccio to get closer to petruccio's family not realizing that he's started thinking of them as petruccio's family instead of ezio's and that his motivation has shifted to saving petruccio instead of sparing ezio the pain of seeing his family die

meanwhile petruccio has a puppy crush on desmond forever because desmond while protective of him doesn't coddle him like his family does and also being very understanding about changing plans because of petruccio's disability like "oh we had planned to play outside today but now you're not feeling up to it that's cool lets go play cards, or read together, or play whatever board games existed in renaissance italy"

side tangent had the thought of desmond apprenticing to a woodcarver so that he could learn how to make some of the few board games he can remember from the future to play with petruccio

also i feel like demond would have to have petruccio's crush pointed out to him a la white aster before he has his oh oh moment probably by one of petruccio's siblings letting something slip by accident

The post from the #claudes tag where I did write in the tags that we’re only missing Petruccio from the Auditore family.

With this ask, Desmond now have the complete set XD

Okay, let’s talk about this childhood friends-to-lover setup for Petruccio and Desmond!

Why not just make Desmond be reborn as the son of a carpenter? That would give Desmond easy access to what can be considered as ‘trash’ and he could just start trying to carve it because he keeps on talking about board games he remembered playing and Petruccio always looked interested in playing them but then Desmond would remember that they wouldn’t be invented until later on.

We can even make Desmond’s father a descendant of the Vikings so he could teach Desmond how to carve out his first Orlog set so Desmond would have something to practice on.

From there, Desmond could start bringing his own board games to play with Petruccio.

So in this scenario, Desmond would have played lots of board games. Maybe one of his coworkers in Bad Weather liked board games and would invite his coworkers to play during the weekend or something and Desmond enjoyed it because it felt like he was connecting with people without lying about who he was.

In this situation, I think it would be funny if Desmond making board games he remember to play with Petruccio would lead to Leonardo discovering him as a genius ‘game maker’.

How?

Because a lot of the board games Desmond remembered needed more than two players (although Petruccio does love Patchwork and they play that a lot) so the other Auditore siblings (and sometimes their parents) get roped in to play with them as well.

The Auditores are competitive kids and even Petruccio shows his fangs during this time (even if the main reason why Petruccio is being competitive is because he doesn’t want to lose in front of Desmond and, really, the three try their best to support their youngest brother's puppy love but their thirst for victory superseded any familial love they feel for one another).

So Leonardo gets roped in to the weekly (biweekly? Triweekly?) board game night and he sees all of the many board games Desmond had made and he starts to interview him about them and Desmond tries to answer all of them, admitting that a lot of the board games are actually versions 2 or 3 because he had to tweak the game balance (since he didn’t remember all the rules) a lot of times which embarrasses him. This only makes Leonardo think highly of him because admitting that it’s not perfect meant that Desmond strives to keep upgrading his work.

Leonardo’s sudden interest in Desmond makes Petruccio jealous though and he already had to be make peace with how Desmond seem to be ‘like’ Ezio (in Desmond’s defense… he’s bias to Ezio thanks to his life as Desmond Miles).

But he can’t do anything because Leonardo is a friend of the family and a loyal friend for that matter and…

Well…

Leonardo was also trying to help Petruccio try to get Desmond’s attention.

It all comes to a boil when in one of the more stressful board games (I’m thinking maybe Nemesis or maybe even Werewolves/Blood on the Clocktower), someone (probably Claudia?) calls out Petruccio’s actions as less of him playing to win but playing to make sure Desmond wins and that’s cheating because he can’t let his love for Desmond be the reason why he’s willing to lose the game and drag everybody with him.

And everyone just grows quiet…

And Petruccio runs away.

While Desmond’s just sitting there, having his own “Oh my god, he loves me! Why didn’t I see that? Oh Jesus Christ, I’m so dumb! Why didn’t I notice it???” and “Do I… Do I love Petruccio??? Have I fallen for him without realizing it???” breakdown on the inside while he just looked at the board game blankly.

This would happen when Desmond and Petruccio reached like maybe 18 or 19 (so yeah, no Auditore execution event because Desmond had been busy).

Leonardo would actually be the one to talk to Desmond and he would talk about how the real reason why he fell in love with Desmond’s board games (which they’re working on selling soon) was because it was made with love.

Each carving done by the same pair of hands each time…

Each stories engraved in the board…

Each rules to ensure fairness…

Desmond wasn’t just making them for fun.

They had always been a labor of love.

But the question then becomes…

Who was Desmond thinking of when he was making all of these board games?

And Desmond just stares at Leonardo before he goes, “Thank you.”

Leonardo just smiles back as he asks, “I’m not the one who needs to hear the truth about these board games now, am I, Desmond?”

“Yeah…” Desmond stands as he agrees, “I should… I need to talk to Petruccio.”

Leonardo nods and watches as Desmond rushes back to Palazzo Auditore.

Ah… young love…

[demigoddessqueens]

ghost

Day 7 @codextober // here ao3

SUMMARY: Dreams are not always pleasant and you can’t always escape the nightmares.

Their faces still haunted him at night. Sometimes the dreams were more vivid than others.

Frederico would be relentlessly teasing him about some Assassin training Ezio had gone through. If anything, Claudia would be joining in too or chastising their brother for his taunts.

Giovanni was praising his boy, or even sharing a loving kiss with Maria as if nothing had chest changed.

Sweet little Petruccio, in all his innocence, was just curious about all that happened in their family.

And maybe, if things were different, Cristina would be there as part of their family too.

When he awakes, Ezio doesn’t realize how much he had been crying in his sleep. It’s not until he feels your hands on his face wiping away the tears.

He hates to let you see him like this, but the agony of his ghosts haunt him and you’re the solace that eases the pain whenever he awakes.

[creednight]

Death with Dignity

Inspired by the song of the same name by Sufjan Stevens. The meaning doesn’t exactly fit, but the song just makes me feel so many emotions. Inspired by this post!!  It’s really long, just a warning, and angsty. I love afterlife stuff and will probably do more for this, but I wanted to get this one out. Also, as a point of reference, Edward is the age he is in AC 4, Haytham: AC3, Ezio: Revelations, Connor: Post AC3 and Altair AC 1. 

The buzzing stopped moments after it started, but Desmond’s body still feels like it’s vibrating. He remembers lights and a searing heat traveling up his arm, a loud booming sound, the buzzing and now this silence. 

Are his eyes open? Yes, it’s just dark. 

“H-hello?” he calls out into the black sea while walking forward. 

Walking? He glances down to see his body in his usual garb, that’s a relief. Is this Heaven? Hell? Do Assassins go to a special in between?

Up ahead he spots a white light and makes his way towards it. The sound of footsteps fades in and the light seems to rush towards him. He shields himself, bringing his arms up as he’s engulfed by light and warmth. 

Once again, he opens his eyes and is met with a garden. It looks familiar, a memory nags at the back of his head as he steps around the rows of crops towards a house on the other side of the field. He feels a sense of warmth bloom in his chest as he approaches.

The house is two stories built with some kind of light brown stones with an old wooden pergola attached to one side of the house. Desmond recognizes this style from Ezio’s memories. It hits him like a train and he stumbles into one of the support beams of the pergola. 

“Easy there, mate,” a voice calls as a body flanks Desmond’s side.  He glances up into the blue eyes of a blond man and frowns. “God?” The man barks a laugh and pats his back hard. “Nah, I’m more like the devil ‘imself actually.” “Who are you then? Where the hell am I?” Desmond stands up and takes a step away from this man. He stares at him longer, watching as the man’s blue eyes grow soft looking at him. Realization dawns on him and he exhales. “You’re the pirate.” “Aye, I’m Edward Kenway, captain of the Jackdaw,” he puts out a hand. When Desmond takes it he pulls him in and wraps an arm around his neck with one arm and ruffles his hair with the other. “An’ you’re Desmond, ain’t ye? We’ve been waitin’ for ya!”

“Wait what?” Desmond takes a step back, his arms up as if to hold Edward in place. “I’m dead, right?”

“Aye, thas’ right,” Edward nods as if it should be obvious.

“Then where am I? What do you mean ‘we’?”

Waving his arm inwards, Edward grins at the boy. “Come on, you’ll see. Yes, you are dead, but you’re home now.”

“Home?”

There’s no reply as Desmond is brought around the house to an open courtyard with a large table set and full of food. Music plays from somewhere in the background and suddenly Desmond doesn’t feel so heavy anymore. The burning pain he felt moments ago, the buzzing he heard is all gone. It almost feels like the animus...

“Ah, Desmond,” a deep voice calls.

Desmond turns to see a younger than expected Haytham, maybe in his thirties at this point, dressed in Assassin’s attire despite his turnover later in life. For a second, Desmond feels bitter, after having been through Connor’s life; it’s a struggle to be able to face this Kenway. Haytham holds out his hand and offers a wry smile.

“I understand your emotions, but what’s done is done,” he reasons and then grins when Desmond accepts his hand. “We’re here now.”

“I’ll think about it,” the younger assassin shrugs his shoulder before turning to see another figure show up. This time he grins and sticks his hand out. “Ratonhnhaketon, it’s an honor.”

The Native American smiles at Desmond, his hair is longer and pull back out of his face. He looks much older than his twenties and is dressed in his traditional assassin’s robes. His girth is intimidating close up and Desmond fully understands why some Templars shrank away from him in the Animus.

“The honor is mine,” Connor shakes his hand then reaches up to grasp his shoulder and pull him closer to the table. “There are plenty of people here to meet you.”

“Oh?” Desmond feels himself relax and more figures begin to appear in the courtyard.

He recognizes some from the database, other people his ancestors knew, other assassin’s who have made their mark in the Brotherhood. Others he doesn’t, he never did read too much into the database, preferring to just use what was needed. Man, he wishes Shaun and Rebecca were here...

“Why the long face?” Connor pauses in his tracks when Desmond’s face crumples up a fraction.

“M-my friends... my dad...” he stammers and wipes at his face with the heel of his hand. “I did this to protect them a-and...”

“It’s alright, lad,” Edward comes up on Desmond’s left and offers him a pat on the back. “We all understand the sacrifices you put in and what ya lost along the way. It’s going to hurt for a while, it’ll get better.”

With a nod, Desmond shakes off the grief to make it through this strange party. Connor resumes in bringing him over when a tall, not taller than Connor, figure comes up. He recognizes the man and nearly falls to his knees.

Ezio Auditore dressed in the robes from his time in Masyaf, gazes at Desmond with a slight smile and bright eyes. The two gaze at each other, Desmond cannot fathom this moment. Having relieved this man’s memories for so long, dealing with his pain and his happiness, so much so he couldn’t tell himself apart from him makes this moment so surreal. Finally, the italian reaches up with both hands and grasps Desmond’s shoulders.

“For all those years I never understood that message, you were the one,” his voice is deep and it rattles Desmond. “It is nice to finally meet you, Desmond. Desmond, it’s you.”

“E-ezio...” Desmond is speechless and damn he hates himself for it. What kind of man is he? “Shit. I don’t know what to say.”

Ezio’s booming laughter fills the courtyard. “Come sit, we will find the words together.”

Ezio takes the spot across from Desmond with Connor sitting on the younger man’s left and Edward on his right. One by one the crowd takes a seat and Desmond watches as the table fits everyone comfortably as they converse with one another. He gazes at all the faces in awe.

“I’m not related to everyone here am I?” he wonders out loud.

“Not necessarily,” Ezio explains while piling some food on his plate. “These are all of those in and associated with the Brotherhood...”

“Federico? Claudia? Is that Petruccio?” Desmond feels his heart ache at the sight of Ezio’s family. He remembers the depression he went through trying to sift through Ezio’s grief that was messing with his head. The deaths of the Italian’s brothers and father haunted him for a long time.

Ezio grins as his family materializes on his left, Desmond’s right. They grin at him, all of them looking more mature than when he last saw them. Federico wasn’t frozen in his early twenties from his death. He’s grown into a man, strong jaw, five o’clock shadow and elegant hair. He’s supposed to be older than Ezio, but his appearance is that of a thirty year old.

Petruccio is in his twenties, he’s still got his boyish looks about him, but it’s charming. Obviously an Auditore with that smile and lean muscled build. He would have made a fine assassin had he lived.

Claudia had grown up in the Brotherhood, her eyes are sharp and focused. Her lips, even while curled into a smile is dangerous. She’s beautiful and dressed in a deep red dress with cream ribbons in her hair.

“I see the Auditore genes run strong in your family,” Ezio comments with a grin, eyeing Desmond’s beard.

The young man raises a brow. “I mean, I did get some girls in my time too.”

“Unfortunately, he is most like you, Brother,” Claudia snorts.

“Nonsense, he clearly looks like me,” another voice interrupts and Desmond whips his head up to see Altair standing there with Maria Thorpe at his side and their two sons behind them.

Everyone at the table greets the new arrivals with a slight bow of their heads and smiles. Desmond stands up, unable once again to find the words when faced with Altair. He’s gonna punch himself in the face for being this fucking stupid in front of his ancestors. Who is he? Shaun?

“Look at his face, Altair,” Ezio gestures to him. “Clearly me.”

“His eyes,” Altair gestures while grinning at Desmond. “Me.”

“You all look the same,” Connor butts in with a flat tone.

This diffuses the argument as laughter bursts around the entire table. Desmond takes a seat as Altair and his family fills in the spot on the other side of Ezio. Dinner commences then and while Desmond has a long path of grief to go along he can’t help but feel good being surrounded by all his ancestors. They’ve been through the war he just got out of, they’ve seen the horrors and felt the losses. He’s here with them now and he can only wait and see what comes next.

[written-in-sunshine]

Fandom List And Ships

Updated: 12/9/18

This is the current list of fandoms and pairings that are requestable. It’s a long list (12+ pages), and I can always add more if the need arises. Bolded fandoms are the ones I am currently in the mood to write for, and I will try to update that as much as I can. Italicized fandoms are something I might consider working on soon and can easily be pushed back into.

Please look at this list before requesting something, it’s in the rules.

Fandoms under the cut!

Adventure Time

Flame Prince/Fionna

Flame Prince/Prince Gumball

Hot Dog Prince/Lumpy Space Prince

Lord Monochromicorn/Cake

Marshall Lee/Flame Prince/Prince Gumball

Marshall Lee/Prince Gumball

As Told By Ginger

Carl Foutley/Blake Gripling

Carl Foutley/Hoodsey Bishop

Assassin’s Creed

Altair Ibn La-Ahad/Malik Al-Sayf

Desmond Miles/Shaun Hastings

Ezio Auditore/Leonardo Da Vinci

Federico Auditore/Vieri De Pazzi

Haytham Kenway/Charles Lee

Kanen'tó:kon/William Johnson

Kadar Al-Sayf/Gian ‘Salai’ Giacomo

Petruccio Auditore/Gian ‘Salai’ Giacomo

Ratonhnhaké ton (Connor Kenway)/Thomas Hickey

Rauf/Kadar Al-Sayf

Talal/Malik Al-Sayf

William Johnson/Thomas Hickey

The Babysitter

Bee/Allison

Bee/Sonya

Cole/Melanie

John/Allison

John/Bee

Max/Allison

Max/Bee

Max/Cole

Max/John

Sonya/Allison

Beetlejuice (Both Movie/Cartoon Verses)

Beatleguise/Lydia Deetz

Camp Camp

Max/Daniel

David/Daniel

Max/David

Max/David/Daniel

Nerf/Preston Goodplay

Neil/Harrison

Neil/Nikki

Quartermaster/Daniel

Catherine

Johnathan ‘Johnny’ Ariga/Tobias ‘Toby’ Nebbins

Orlando Haddick/Tobias ‘Toby’ Nebbins

Orlando Haddick/Johnathan ‘Johnny’ Ariga/Tobias ‘Toby’ Nebbins

Thomas Mutton/Astaroth

Vincent Brooks/Catherine

Vincent Brooks/Astaroth

Crossovers

The Bye Bye Man/The Crooked Man (The Bye Bye Man/The Crooked Man Crossover)

Jack/Max (The House That Jack Built/The Babysitter Crossover)

Jason Dean/Firkle Smith (Heathers/South Park Crossover)

Jason Dean/Lucas Ward (Heathers/Dismissed Crossover)

Jason Dean/Victor Criss (Heathers/IT Crossover)

DC

Bane/John Blake

Blackfire/Starfire

Cyborg/Beast Boy

Deadshot/Diablo/Harley Quinn

Francis “Hotstreak” Stone/Richie “Gear” Foley

Joker/Harley Quinn

Killer Croc/Babydoll

Killer Croc/Diablo

Killer Croc/Harley Quinn

Killer Croc/Scarecrow

Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn

Raven/Terra

Red X/Speedy

Robin/Beast Boy

Robin/Red X

Robin/Red X/Speedy

Robin/Speedy

Deadman Wonderland

Ganta Igarashi (Woodpecker)/Shiro

Nagi Kengamine (Owl)/Azuma Genkaku

Senji Kiyomasa (Crow)/Toto Sakigami (Mockingbird)

Tamaki Tsunenaga/Rokuro Bundo

Tamaki Tsunenaga/Yo Takami

Wretched Egg (I refer to her as Sorae after Ganta’s mother)/Minatsuki Takami (Hummingbird)

Yo Takami/Ganta Igarashi (Woodpecker)

Death And Cremation

Stanley/Jarod Leary

Devil’s Carnival

The Devil/Tamara

Scorpion/Tamara

The Twin/Hobo Clown

Digimon

Matt/Tai

Willis/Davis

Dragon Age

Alistair Theirin/Cullen Rutherford

Alistair Theirin/Kallianne Cousland

Anders/Ethan Hawke

Anders/Fenris/Ethan Hawke

Anders/Jowan

Anders/Jowan/Ethan Hawke

Anders/Karl Thekla

Anders/Karl Thekla/Ethan Hawke

Anders/Sebastian Vael

Anders/Sebastian Vael/Ethan Hawke

Arishok/Carver Hawke

Arishok/Ethan Hawke

Ashaad/Ketojan/Saemus Dumar

Ashaad/Saemus Dumar

Bartrand Tethras/Carver Hawke

Bemis Cousland/Lysander Amell (OC Ship)

Blackwall/Carver Hawke

Cole/Dorian Pavus

Cullen Rutherford/Dorian Pavus

Cullen Rutherford/Ethan Hawke

Cullen Rutherford/Illeah Lavellan

Cullen Rutherford/Tempestia Surana

Danarius/Dorian Pavus

Duncan/Cailan Theirin

Fenris/Carver Hawke

Fenris/Ethan Hawke

Fenris/Sahir Nadeer (OC)

Greagoir/Irving

Herren/Wade

Jarvia/Isabela

Jowan/Sister(Mother) Petrice

Justice/Seneschal Bran

Ketojan/Saemus Dumar

Leliana/Josephine MontilyetLoghain Mac Tir/Maric Theirin

Meeran/Carver Hawke

Sebastian Vael/Ethan Hawke

The Iron Bull/Dorian Pavus

The Iron Bull/Solas

Varric Tethras/Ethan Hawke

Varric Tethras/Merrill

Varric Tethras/Solas

Zevran Arainai/Alistair Theirin

Zevran Arainai/Mortine Mahariel

Dreaming Mary

Boaris/Mary(Mari)

Father/Mary(Mari)

Foxanne/Bunnilda

Gwendell (Glenn)/Mary(Mari)

Ed, Edd, ‘n Eddy

Eddy/Edd

Kevin/Edd

Kevin/Rolf

Johnny/Jimmy

Sarah/Jimmy

The Evil Within

Reuben ‘Ruvik’ Victoriano/Leslie Withers

Sebastian Castellanos/Joseph Oda

Fallout Universe

Barrett/Murphy

Benjamin ‘Benji’ Montgomery/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Butch DeLoria/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Charon/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Charon/Iib Townshend(FLW)

Colin Moriarity/Andy Stahl

Desmond Lockheart/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Everett/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Flash/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Karl/Justin

Mercenary/Moira Brown

Sole Survivor/Sole Survivor

Three Dog/Gob

Timebomb/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Vance/Ian West

Wally Mack/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Wally Mack/Paul Hanon

Walter/Leo Stahl

Fern Gully: The Last Rainforest

Zak Young/Pips

Final Fantasy

Balthier/Vaan

Cloud Strife/Kadaj

Fang/Lightning

Genesis Rhapsodos/Sephiroth

Gilliam ‘Gil’ Blat/Angeal Hewley (OC/Canon Ship)

Gippal/Baralai

Layle/Keiss

Loz/Yazoo

Lulu/Yuna

Paine/Rikku

Reeve Tuesti/Vincent Valentine

Rude/Reno

Seifer Almasy/Zell Dincht

Snow/Hope

Squall Leonhart/Irvine Kinneas

Tseng/Rufus ShinRa

Wakka/Tidus

Zack Fair/Cloud Strife

Gravity Falls

Mabel Pines/Pacifica

Robbie/Dipper Pines

Thompson/Mabel Pines

Wendy/Tambry

Harry Potter (Movieverse) - ON HIATUS

Blaize Zabini/Saemus Finnegan

Dean Thomas/Saemus Finnegan

Lee Jordan/Saemus Finnegan

Oliver Wood/Marcus Flint

Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy

Severus Snape/Lucius Malfoy

Harry Potter/Hermione Granger

Heathers (Movieverse, Slight Musicalverse)

Jason Dean/Lucas Ward (Dismissed Crossover)

Heather Chandler/Heather Duke

Heather Duke/Veronica Sawyer

Jason Dean/Firkle Smith (South Park Crossover)

Jason Dean/Vernon Sawyer (Male Veronica)

Jason Dean/Veronica Sawyer

Jason Dean/Victor Criss (IT Crossover)

Kurt Kelly/Ram

Veronica Sawyer/Heather McNamara

Veronica Sawyer/Martha Dunstock

Hellboy (Movieverse)

Hellboy/Abe Sapien

Hey Arnold

Helga G. Pataki/Rhonda Wellington Lloyd

Nadine/Rhonda Wellington Lloyd

Stinky Peterson/Sid

Torvald/Stoop Kid

Inception

Dom Cobb/Ariadne

Eames/Arthur

Insidious

Josh Lambert/Parker Crane

Josh Lambert/Specs

Tucker/Specs

Invader Zim

Dib Membrane/Zim

Red/Purple

Tak/Gaz Membrane

The Iron Giant

Dean/Hogarth

IT (2017)

Belch Huggins/Victor Criss

Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough/Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough/Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough/Stan Uris

Butch Bowers/Patrick Hockstetter

Butch Bowers/Victor Criss

Henry Bowers/Belch Huggins

Henry Bowers/Belch Huggins/Victor Criss

Henry Bowers/Victor Criss

Mike Hanlon/Bill Denbrough/Stan Uris

Mike Hanlon/Patrick Hockstetter

Mike Hanlon/Richie Rozier/Stan Uris/Eddie Kaspbrak

Mike Hanlon/Stan Uris

Mike Hanlon/Victor Criss

Patrick Hockstetter/Avery Hockstetter

Patrick Hockstetter/Belch Huggins

Patrick Hockstetter/Belch Huggins/Victor Criss

Patrick Hockstetter/Henry Bowers

Patrick Hockstetter/Henry Bowers/Belch Huggins

Patrick Hockstetter/Henry Bowers/Belch Huggins/Victor Criss

Patrick Hockstetter/Henry Bowers/Victor Criss

Patrick Hockstetter/Victor Criss

Pennywise/Pennywise

Pennywise/Victor Criss

Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

Richie Tozier/Stan Uris/Eddie Kaspbrak

Jeepers Creepers

Jeepers Creepers/Darry

Kick-Ass/2 Movieverse

Todd Haynes/Katarina Dombrovski

Dave Lizewski/Chris D'Amico

Javier/Chris D'Amico

Kingdom Hearts

Axel/Demyx

Axel/Marluxia

Larxene/Namine

Lexaeus/Zexion

Luxord/Demyx

Luxord/Marluxia

Luxord/Xaldin

Pence/Olette

Rai/Fuu

Riku/Sora

Roxas/Xion

Saix/Demyx

Saix/Xemnas

Seifer/Hayner

Vexen/Marluxia

Xigbar/Demyx

Xigbar/Xaldin

Krampus

Howard/Tom Engel

Krampus/Max Engel

Krampus/Tom Engel

Tom Engel/Max Engel

Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

Claude Faustus/Alois Trancy

Pluto/Grell Sutcliffe

Undertaker/Grell Sutcliffe

Undertaker/William Spears/Grell Sutcliffe

League Of Super Evil

Doomageddon/Doktor Frogg

Red Menace/Doktor Frogg

Left 4 Dead/2

Keith/Dave

Keith/Ellis

Louis/Francis

Nick/Dave

Nick/Ellis

OC/OC

Lollipop Chainsaw

Gideon Starling/Elizabeth Starling

Lewis Legend/Swan

Nick Carlyle/Juliet Starling

Vikke/Josey

Zed/Mariska

Zed/Swan

Mad Max

Angharad/Capable

Dag/Capable

Dag/Cheedo

Dag/Toast

Max Rockatansky/Blood Shed Ted

Max Rockatansky/Imperator Furiosa

Nux/Slit

OC/OC

Rictus Erectus/The Ace

Stank Gum/Scabrous Scrotus

Marvel

Alex Summers/Hank McCoy/Sean Cassidy

Alex Summers/Sean Cassidy

Azazel/Emma Frost

Azazel/Kurt Wagner

Bruce Banner/Tony Stark

Erik Lensherr/Charles Xavier

Hank McCoy/Charles Xavier

Hank McCoy/Sean Cassidy

Lance Alvers/Pietro Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson/Tony Stark

Mortimer Toynbee/Emma Frost

St. John Allerdyce/Pietro Maximoff

St. John Allerdyce/Tabitha Smith

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

The Incredible Hulk/Tony Stark

Todd Tolansky/Kurt Wagner

Todd Tolansky/Pietro Maximoff

Tony Stark/Pepper Pots

Wade Winston Wilson/Bob, Agent Of Hydra

Wanda Maximoff/Anne-Marie (Rogue)

Miraculous Ladybug

Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

The Mist (2017)

Tyler Denton/Adrian Garf

Monster Prom

Amira Red/Miranda Vanderbilt

Amira Red/Polly Geist

Brian Green/Damien LaVey

Brian Green/Damien LaVey/Liam De Lioncourt/Oz Yellow

Brian Green/Oz Yellow

Damien LaVey/Liam De Lioncourt

Liam De Lioncourt/Oz Yellow

Scott Howl/Football Team

Scott Howl/Liam De Lioncourt

Scott Howl/Vicky Blue

Vera Oberlin/Polly Geist

Vicky Blue/Polly Geist

Monsters University/Inc.

Brock Pearson/Claire Wheeler

James P. “Sulley”  Sullivan/Michael “Mike” Wizowski

Johnny J. Worthington III/Randall “Randy” Boggs

Nadia Petrov/Taylor Harbrooke

Night In The Woods

Angus Delaney/Greggory Lee

Bea Santello/Mae Borowski

Casey Hartley/Greggory Lee

Levy/Steve Skriggins

Jeremy “Germ Warfare” Warton/Selma Ann “Selmers” Forrester

Outlast

Edward “Eddie” Gluskin (The Groom)/Terry “Theresa” Harriss (OC)

Portal/2

Adventure Core/Fact Core

Cave Johnson/Caroline

Cave Johnson/Evil Cave Johnson

Chell/GLaDOS

Companion Cube/Turret

Logic Core/Curiosity Core

Weighted Cube/Defective Turret

Wheatley/Space Core

Prince Of Persia: Sands Of Time (Movieverse)

Garsiv/Dastan

Princess And The Goblin

Prince Froglip/Princess Irene

Rick And Morty

Abradolf Lincoler/Nancy

Birdperson/Tammy Gueterman

Brad/Morty Smith

Greaser Morty/Punk Morty

Lucius Needful/Summer Smith

Rick Sanchez/Morty Smith (in all/most incarnations)

Summer Smith/Jessica

Regular Show

Don/Rigby

Mordecai/Rigby

Skips/Benson

Rocket Power

Lars Rodriguez/Twister Rodriguez

Otto Rocket/Sam Dullard

Saw

John Kramer/Amanda Young

Lawrence Gordon/Adam Faulkner

Logan Nelson/David (Saw .5)

Lukas Faulkner (OC)/Adam Faulkner

Lukas Faulkner (OC)/David (Saw .5)

Lukas Faulkner (OC)/Scott Tibbs

Lynn Denlon/Amanda Young

Mark Hoffman/Peter Strahm

Scott Tibbs/Adam Faulkner

Scott Tibbs/Lark

Silent Hill

Butcher/Valtiel

Pyramid Head/Alessa Gilespie

Walter Sullivan/Murphey Pendleton

South Park

Bradley (Cartman Sucks)/Leopold “Butters” Stotch

Christophe “Ze Mole”/Firkle

Christophe “Ze Mole”/Kyle Broflovski

Christophe “Ze Mole”/Leopold “Butters” Stotch

Clyde Donovan/Bebe Stevens

Craig Tucker/Gregory of Yardale/Tweek Tweak

Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak

Damien Thorn/Firkle

Damien Thorn/Phillip “Pip” Pirrup

Eric Cartman/Bebe Stevens

Eric Cartman/Firkle

Eric Cartman/Wendy Testaburger

Filmore Anderson/Firkle

Gregory of Yardale/Tweek Tweak

Ike Broflovski/Firkle

Kenny McCormick/Bradley (Cartman Sucks)/Leopold “Butters” Stotch

Kenny McCormick/Firkle

Kenny McCormick/Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCormick/Leopold “Butters” Stotch

Kevin McCormick/Firkle

Michael/Pete

Michael/Firkle

Mike Makowski/Firkle

Mike Makowski/Larry

Nathan/Firkle

Quaid/Filmore Anderson

Quaid/Firkle

Red/Henrietta Biggle

Ryan Ellis/Larry

Scott Malkinson/New Kid

Scott Tenorman/Firkle

Stan Marsh/Firkle

Stan Marsh/Gregory Of Yardale

Stan Marsh/Pete

Stan Marsh/Gary Harrison

Stan Marsh/Wendy Testaburger

Trent Boyett/Firkle

Token Black/Clyde Donnovan

Token Black/Clyde Donnovan/Bebe Stevens

Team Fortress 2 (I have OC’s for this)

Demoman/Soldier

Engineer/Medic

Heavy/Medic

Pyro/Medic

Pyro/Scout

Pyro/Sniper

Sniper/Medic

Sniper/Scout

Soldier/Engineer

Spy/Scout

Spy/Sniper/Scout

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Leonardo/Donatello

Raphael/Casey Jones

Raphael/Michelangelo

Until Dawn

Billy Bates/Mike Munroe

Josh Washington/Chris

Josh Washington/Mike Munroe

Matt/Chris

Matt/Mike Munroe

Matt/Mike Munroe/Jessica/Sam/Billy Bates

Mike Munroe/Jessica

Mike Munroe/Sam

The Walking Dead

Glen Rhee/Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon/Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes/Daryl Dixon

We’re Back

Louis/Cecilia Nuthatch

Yami No Matsuei/Descendents Of Darkness

Hisoka Kurosaki/Asato Tsuzuki

Seiichiro Tatsumi/Yutaka Watari

Zootopia

Chief Bogo/Benjamin Clawhauser

Finnick/Gideon Grey

Larry/Gary

Nick Wilde/Judy Hopps

Pronk Oryx-Antlerson/Bucky Oryx-Antlerson

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Whumptober Day 18

Prompt: Hostage Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Characters: Ezio Auditore Word Count: 1352

Venice would be a very nice place to visit this time of year, if it were under better circumstances.

The reports he had received of increased Templar activity within the city were troubling, to say the least; it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been even a year ago, but if Ezio did not move in quickly to deal with them again, they could actually set down roots again. It was the last thing the wonderous City of Water needed right now, so soon after the Brotherhood had driven them out.

So, he tracks them down as quickly as he can, slipping through crowds and listening to the gossip throughout the city, the whispers of new holy men just arrived from Rome. It isn’t particularly hard to find the lovely chapel these holy men have taken as their base of operations after that, though there is some difficulty in climbing up and entering from the roof; there are several large streets around it, making it difficult to get up without catching a guard’s attention.

Difficult, but not impossible; it only takes a matter of minutes for Ezio to get up high enough to enter with no one within or without the chapel noticing.

The chapel has a more modest interior than most places of worship in Venice, but it still has high arching wooden beams holding up the roof, with plenty of planks linking them together, making a rather perfect pathway for a proper Assassin to creep along without being noticed by anyone below.

Which is convenient, because there happens to be four other men in here, seemingly arguing about something important.

Fortunately, they speak loudly, but even if they did not, the vaulted ceiling of the chapel would have made their words echo anyway.

Unfortunately for Ezio, they are not speaking in a language he recognizes. He has been studying many languages as part of his education as an Assassin, but apparently his studies have not extended far enough.

The words sound like German, in any case, and Ezio can only pick out a handful of words between their rapid disagreement.

Something about outside reinforcements, and cutting supply lines, and the Brotherhood getting out of control.

Ezio can’t help a smirk at that last bit; his Brothers really are doing a marvelous job of dismantling the empire the Templars had been building for centuries, and hearing how much it annoyed their enemies was a more than a bit gratifying.

Still, there is little information he can glean if he cannot understand the language; he resolves to memorize as much of the argument as he can and find the translations back at the villa when he can.

It takes some time before they all seem to come to an understanding of some sort, their voices dropping a bit in volume back to a normal speaking tone. One man is moving about, gathering up papers they’d barely bothered looking over in their anger, while another is grabbing what looks like a rather expensive coat.

Ezio is just easing back a little from his position, ready to get moving once some of the targets leave someone behind, when a slight scuffle from the head of the chapel makes him freeze in place again.

Up at the base of the chapel’s gilded altar, the only splash of true splendor in this otherwise modest setting, a small figure has climbed out from behind the display, dressed in rags and looking more than a bit scuffed up and dirty compared to the cleanliness around him.

The boy cannot be older than ten, skinny like a twig and staring with eyes just a bit too wide at the audience he’d abruptly gained as he climbed out of wherever he’d entered from.

“You’re not Father Alfonsi,” he said accusingly, rather loud in the sudden silence, and his eyes darted nervously between the men who’d all slowly converged together in the aisle between the pews, watching this new intruder like wolves watching a small fawn.

Ezio tensed hard as the boy backpedaled a bit, nearly smacking into the altar when one of the men took a step forward. “Oi!” the man snapped in Italian, moving forward more quickly when the boy stumbled over his own feet in retreat. “How did you get in here, you little gutter rat?!”

The Templar reached out to grab the little urchin, and the boy flinched away, and that was all the prompting Ezio needed. Any plan to stand back and watch for a more opportune moment went out the window at the look of pure dread on the child’s face.

He dropped silently from above, twin wrist blades flashing out as he landed directly on top of two of the remaining Templars, and they hit the ground hard with the last grunts of pain they would ever make.

The third man who was left in the group startled so violently at Ezio’s abrupt arrival that he dropped the papers he’d been gathering, cursing violently in German as he reached desperately into his coat, but that wasn’t happening while Ezio was here; he was close enough that it was only a matter of darting forward, underneath the man’s arm when he swung wildly at him, and driving one blade into the base of the man’s skull.

He let the man drop like a stone, turning instead to the last man in the room, and wasn’t very surprised or pleased to find that he had gotten ahold of the boy during Ezio’s distraction, and was now holding the child in a rough headlock, keeping his squirming limbs trapped against him as he yanked a blade out of a pocket and held it threateningly up at Ezio.

“Not a step closer, Assassin!” the man snorted like an angry bull, eyes narrowed to slits.

It might have been a threatening look, if he was not so pale he looked seconds away from passing out.

Ezio made a show of flicking his wrist blades back up into their sheathes before holding his hands out nonthreateningly. He might have gone for a teasing remark, if the boy were not here, struggling in vain. “Whatever you say, Templar.”

The brute sneered at him, and his arm slowly tightened around the urchin’s neck as he began to back away, back toward the altar, in some attempt to find the exit the boy had used to enter.

Ezio watched the man’s movements, trying not to watch the boy’s face as his eyes bugged out and his cheeks flushed red from lack of air.

He didn’t want-

-Petruccio in his favorite yellow pantaloons, dressed like a little nobleman ready for a day of work in high society, dangling limply from a rope beside his father and eldest brother, little face caught in a gruesome grimace of pain and fear-

-to think of what would happen if the man actually moved to strangle him.

The man hissed curses under his breath, eyes dropping to something behind the altar; the knife was still held up, away from the boy’s throat, and Ezio flicked one hand smoothly.

The dagger sank into the man’s neck with no trouble, and the surprised gurgle the man made was grotesque even as it was fading out, his entire body collapsing like wet parchment as the boy slithered out of his loosened grip.

The urchin didn’t turn to watch his captor die in a puddle of blood; instead, he made the rather wise decision to take off toward Ezio, slipping past him before he could think to stop him and leaping over the other bodies, shrieking all the while as he made his escape.

Okay.

Not exactly subtle, but a job well done, since he was alive.

Ezio swiftly gathered up the blood-soaked papers scattered across the ground before quickly ascending back up the beams before any guards could enter and discover he was still at the scene.

Venice was still free of Templar control, and a skinny homeless boy was still alive despite blundering into a dangerous situation he was not prepared for. That was all Ezio could ask for.

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Ezio Auditore da Firenze

It seemed like an eternity ago when they were still young and happy,always playing,sparring and climbing up the rooftops.  She was the daughter of the legendary thief,La Volpe,and the Mistress of a famous brothel,working as underground information gatherer and what they all had in common was their allegiance to the Assassins' creed.  The young girl only took her mother's beauty,grace and sly personality from her mother,and from her father,who she never met,all the fox-like characteristics.  Soon enough,along with her emerald eyes,the fire-kissed girl became known as the 'Volpina' or 'Gazza Ladra',a bird that steals everything shiny. (It's quite sly and catching her it's difficult. This bird is small and elusive.)  Everyday,she'd dress in comfortable breeches then bolt out of her room,climbing the rooftops,the jumping in the training area of the Auditores,where Federico and Giovanni would usually train.  Ezio,the younger brother,had to sit and analyse,but he'd get quite obnoxious,until the girl'd arrive to spar with him.  Unfortunately,his cheerfulness always faded easily,as she beat him up in the blink of an eye,and chuckling,she'd go jump around Papa Auditore,begging him to train her.   It was all fun and games for the trio,and even while they sneaked out,to avoid a tedious training,and ended up fighting with Vieri,they still had a good time together.  But that all changed one dreadful day,when her mother was set up for public execution for her involvement with the Assassins.  Nobody knew who betrayed her,but one thing's for sure:  Young Kitsune was heartbroken enough seeing her mother screech in pain,burning tied on a stake,that she stole Giovanni's dagger and threw it at her neck from the crowd,ending her pain.  And that was her first kill,and the beginning of a difficult life of thievery. 

 -----Timeskip----- 

10 long years have passed until the girl went through Firenze once again,wearing a long,elegant dress and walking down the streets- But she was stopped by a young man with his hair tied in a red ribbon and warm,chocolate eyes.  He was so awkwardly shy,that he could only gaze at the red-head and grin...creepily.  Facepalming,the girl shook her head at his childishness,and walked past him,smiling.  He was cute,but only if he would actually- Speak.  However,she barely took a right,that she suddenly heard a frantic "Bella!Per favore,aspetta un momento!"  Turning around,she saw a familiar face Could it be...? 

Kitsu:Federico...?  Federico:Si,mia cara,sono io! 

He face suddenly lit up in excitement and she jumped to hug her old friend that she missed dearly.  She obviously forgot how close she was to the Auditore home,but he took her home for a nice coffee and a piece of cake.  They chatted merrily,until laughingly,he told her about his poor attempt at teaching his brother how to flirt.  The girl gasped in realization- 

Kitsu:That was Ezio?!  Federico:You met him?  Kitsu:I...think so...  Federico:*chuckles*Mi dispiace,I haven't trained him properly yet.  Kitsu:He doesn't know it was me,does he?  Federico:No,I haven't told him yet.  Kitsu:Don't tell him.  Federico:Why?The poor boy hasn't stopped talking about you since you disappeared.Don't lie to me,you have feeling for him as well.  Kitsu:Of course I do,don't be ridiculous...But that's exactly why you cannot tell him anything.  Federico:Why do you deny your happiness?  Kitsu:Federico,I live a life of thievery,I've only come here to steal a rare artifact to sell it,and blackmail some people,tomorrow I'll be leaving to Venice.I cannot give him what he wants.  Federico:*sighs*You're one complicated girl...  Kitsu:Please try to understand the circumstances...if he forgets me,it will be better for him.He can one day find a girl he'll like much better than me,settle down and all that,and he'll be happy.  Federico:It's not that easy,Kitsune,he's one stubborn boy and you know very well.Even if he'll get a hundred women,he'll still have you in his mind.  Kitsu:I just want him to be happy,Federico and I cannot offer him that.I cannot offer him physical love or any kind of family stability.I'm a thief.  Federico:And a very good one,at that.I swear,this is going to be an eternal fight of stubbornness between you two.  Kitsu:Federico...per favore...  Federico:*sighs*I cannot promise anything...but I will try.  Kitsu:Grazie mille di cuore,mio migliore amico...  Federico:*chuckles*Hope I'll live long enough to hear you say that again.  Kitsu:I don't see why not.I'll most likely be the first one to die anyway.  Federico:*winks*Foxes don't die that easily.They're too smart for that.  Kitsu:*smirks*Oh,you~. 

 After sharing a heartfelt chat,the girl had to leave and complete her mission in Firenze,then take her leave and meet with her father for more tasks to do,hoping that her travels will allow her to return to her friends soon enough. 

-----TIMESKIP---- 

 Years passed,and her newest mission was to send a message to Monteriggioni,to Uncle Mario,and to her surprise,behind the main desk sat the young Auditore girl,Claudia. 

Kitsu:Claudia?What are you doing here?  Claudia:Oh,Kitsune?It's so great to see you!It's been way too long!  Kitsu:Don't get me wrong,I missed you to the moon and back...but why are you here,managing the finances? Claudia:*sighs*Oh,yes...We had to move here after the attack.  Kitsu:*alarmed*Attack?What attack?What happened?Why wasn't I informed?  Claudia:That bastardo,Vieri!He betrayed us!And because of him,papa,Federico and Petruccio were hanged! 

The poor red-head had to clutch her chest in pain,crestfallen at the news. How could that have happened?! If only she were there,she may have been able to save them! 

Kitsu:What about Ezio?!Where is he?!Is he alive?Is he okay?!-  Claudia:Yes,he's fine,don't worry about him.Madre is well too,but still recovering over the losses.It didn't happen long ago.  Kitsu:Oddio...Oddio Santo...how could this happen...Arghhhh!I could have crushed that traitor,Vieri!  Claudia:Kitsune,calm down,per favore.There was nothing to be done.If not even papa and Federico could save themselves...  Kitsu:I'm so sorry...I should leave.I don't want to bring more misfortune to your family...I've done enough as it is.  Claudia:Cosa?Kitsu,are you insane?You are not a bad luck sign,so never say that again- 

 But their conversation was cut short as the same young man with lovely chocolate eyes opened the door,and when he locked eyes with the dumbstruck fox girl,he just...  Stared. 

The girl,however,left the scroll on the table,saying who it's addressed to,and swiftly pulling on her hood,she jumped out of the window,trying to run away from the inevitable.  She fought she would escape easily,being nighttime and all,but she wasn't expecting to be hit in the leg and fall off a building,right on a haystack. She tried to escape unseen,but a hand grabbed the back of her coat,stopping her in her tracks.  Ezio:It's been a while,hasn't it.  Kitsu:Y-Yeah...  Ezio:Perché...?  Kitsu:Perché...cosa?  Ezio:Federico told me it was you.  Kitsu:*sighs*I'm sorry...I just...  Ezio:Io so...I know.Don't be sorry.  Kitsu:How embarrassing...You must know,however,that I still cannot let myself slip.No matter how much I want to.  Ezio:If you want to start a war of stubbornness,then I will gladly indulge,but you might be surprised at the outcome.  Kitsu:Ezio...Why don't you understand that I'm not the only woman in Italia?You could find someone so much better than me-  Ezio:Ti amo.Get what you will of that,but my feeling won't change. 

 She could only shake her head and cover her face,trying not to cry. As much as her heart ached for emotional warmth and comfort,a thief couldn't make mistakes.  Muttering a farewell,she went to the nearest inn to rest,thinking of what's been happening.  The cute little boy she once knew,turned into a fine,handsome man...who grew a beard.  And that scar on his lip from a previous gang fight was surely attractive...  No!  She couldn't think of that...she couldn't.  She won't fall into temptation. 

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The next day,however,things were hectic- The peaceful city of Monteriggioni was under Borgia's attack.  That pest,Cesare,even managed to kill poor Uncle Mario...  But the 3 Auditore managed to escape unscratched.She brought bad luck everywhere she went.  That's why,upon contacting Machiavelli,he told her the task she's supposed to do to help liberate the cities from the Borgia Tyranny.  Unfortunately for her,she was captured by Lucrezia,stripped to her undergarments and hands tied behind her back,she was was pushed out of the carriage to be humiliated by the Borgia twin. 

Lucrezia:Did you honestly think you alone could defeat us?How pathetic.  Kitsu:Who said I was alone?  Lucrezia:I don't see anyone saving you right now.Oh,don't tell me...were you betrayed?  Kitsu:There's no point rescuing the dead.  Lucrezia:*laughs*But you are not dead yet,and nor will you be for a while.I can let you free,though.Just tell us about your silly little Brotherhood.  Kitsu:*snorts*You're quite bold to ask that,don't you think?  Lucrezia:They all say that,before they feel a little pain.  Kitsu:You're wasting your time,but do as you wish.I won't say a word.  Lucrezia:We will see about that.Any last words?These will be the last words you say out of you cell,as a free woman,so I will choose them carefully.  Kitsu:Last words...huh...if this is how I go then... 

 The red-head look at the clear sky,feeling the last bit of hope draining,and shouted as much as her lungs held her.   "IO AMO EZIO AUDITORE!VITTORIA AGLI ASSASSINI!"  Lucrezia’s face scrunched in anger as she took a metal bar and hit the small girl's leg and back,making her fall on her knees in front of her.  Then,she forcefully grabbed her face and whispered,poisonously- "Nobody is going to save a wretch like you".  The Borgia woman ordered her guards to bring her to the tower and lock her,and prepare the torture instruments,hoping she would finally spill the truth.  No more than a day passed,and Kitsune was leaning on the wall,hugging herself in a corner,trying to avoid any further damage.  Suddenly,rapid footsteps could be heard going in her direction,which made her cower even more in her corner.  But much to her surprise,a gentle voice called out to her.  It was her saviour.  Her love.  Her Ezio.  And he had the key to get her out of there. He crouched down in front of her,wiped her tears with a handkerchief,then picked her up bridal style,trying to escape the prison.  She clinged on his neck tightly,muttering numerous thanks to her saviour,but he could only stare at the bruises on her pale skin,as he made went left and right.  As more guards kept coming,he raised her up on a horse,and slapped its back for him to leave in haste,not allowing to girl to protest.   "Go to the Headquarters!Machiavelli,La Volpe and Claudia will be there!"    Back to the brothel,where she once grew up,her father put her in a bed,and Niccolo tended to her wounds,as the girl reported about the mission.  It was all worse than expected,but at least it was manageable. 

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That night,the girl tried to sleep,hugging her pillow,but was still in high alert,thinking of all the problems they had to solve,when the door softly crept open.  She slid a hand under the pillow,and grabbing the dagger,as soon as the stranger approached the bed,she raised at put the blade to its throat.  Much to her confusion,the intruder chuckled lowly and put a gentle hand on her hand. 

Ezio:Instincts never die,do they?  Kitsu:Ezio...?Are you alright?I was so worried,you just sent me off and-  Ezio:Worry not,bella,I am in perfect shape.  Kitsu:I see...I'm glad...I was so worried...All this time,no matter what I did,I only brought bad luck and misfortune...and they all died...If you were to die too,I...couldn't live with myself...  Ezio:Then it's great I'm so Godly,cause I won't die so easily.  Kitsu:Don't say that!Federico said the same thing,and he died!I couldn't handle your death as well!  Ezio:You seen,mia bella,that's the thing.If I have you by my side,I am invincible. Kitsu:Ezio,please,you know very well-  Ezio:No.Not anymore.Stop denying both of us of what we deserve plenty.We've been through so much,you know very well we cannot stay apart.  Kitsu:*tears up*I just want you to love someone who deserve you...who could male you happy and love you like you deserve...And I'm not worth it. Ezio:If you are not,then nobody else is. 

He then knelt on the ground,and cupping the crying girl's face,he kissed her tenderly,then put his forehead to hers.  Ezio:This nice feeling...I know you can feel it too.You've been denying and ignoring your heart for so long,that it started to hurt,but with time,it can heal and bloom like the beautiful fiore that you are.  Kitsu:I...don't know what to say...It's nice,but can we,really?  Ezio:There is nothing in this world that can keep me away from you.  Kitsu:Ti amo,Ezio...I love you so much...so much that it hurts...and I know that I've been hurting you so much in the last years...  Ezio:*smiles*Love is worth anything.Ti amo ach'io,mi cuore.Per sempre.  Hearing that,her breathe hitched in her throat and she hugged her paramour tightly,feeling his warmth and love radiating. 

After so many years,two soulmates have finally been reunited,and now are able to enjoy their time together,as lovers. It took a while,but it was all worth it,for after all the despair and misery they've faced,they can finally feel that one positive emotion they've all been longing for: 

Happiness.