#because it means agreeing that ezio auditore killed people he knew

[teecupangel]

Hello dear angel. Hope you're fine and happy. I was checking out your blog and your Ezio android idea really got me. My brain just wnet to terminator Ezio. A new abstergo android designed and programed to hunt down assassins.

I think Ezio could be a real nightmare for everyone. I know he is a robot but sometimes he has vesions of his past. When he is on the feild killing and slaying his brothers and sisiters... he tries everytime to controll his hands but he just can't. He had to fix this. And when he is in facility he just sits and thinks that "Does god answers a machien's preyers?" Until oneday he got damaged and shuted down on the feild. Abstergo thought he was destroyed but he was in assassins' hideout. By Rebecca's idea to use his brain to access to abstergo's database. Everyone was thinking this is too risky but their gang did this anyway. When Ezio got online once more and saw Desmond... he knew him. He stared at him. And suddenly he talked. "I am your prophet" he said in a calm but confused at the same time.

So this is all I have. Feel free to chage whatever you didn't like. And I wouldn't mind some😈🔥🔞 If it is possible

Thanks for your i've found it recently. And i'm in love with it already.

(Thank you. I'm doing okay. I hope you're fine and happy as well :))

Android!Ezio is part of this Lunar Chronicles AU idea for those curious.

Oooohhh, so we’re keeping Ezio as a terminator-style android but without the time-traveling setup of the Terminator movies?

Okay, so Abstergo decided to give the whole android thing a try and they decided to use Ezio’s memories to create an Assassin Hunter.

For this to work, they would have to have access to Ezio’s memories in the first place.

So we have two main canon origin for those memories.

(1) Clay Kaczmarek

(2) Desmond Miles.

Desmond would have the more memories to include but Lucy would have had sent the data during the time Desmond was using the Animus to access Ezio’s memories. It would be too risky.

Or Desmond’s DNA that the Animus he used during Altaïr’s sessions could be used?

That would mean that Ezio the Android would have started operation on September 1 or sometime when Abstergo got Desmond’s DNA.

Clay’s DNA could mean an earlier boot up date but Clay’s genetic memories of Ezio ends earlier than Desmond. Perhaps somewhere in Brotherhood’s storyline so Ezio would know of Desmond BUT the memories Clay has access to will not include the memory of Ezio seeing Desmond’s face after touching Altaïr’s Apple in Masyaf.

I would still suggest we set him up to be born using Clay’s DNA because this gives us more time for Ezio to be active as an Assassin Hunter.

Not to mention, we can include a scene where Ezio was the one who raided the Farm on AC1 and, if you want to hammer some angst into this, perhaps he kills Desmond’s mother during the raid and Bill had been lying to his son about how she was safe and they would see her after AC3.

Perhaps the death of Desmond’s mother is what triggered the errors in his programming that could not be fixed.

There was something about Desmond’s mother facial structure that screamed familiar to him.

He didn’t know it yet but it was because Desmond looked a lot like his mother and Ezio’s memories screamed at the android.

He is transported to the Rome Facility for Vidic to look at after Lucy took Desmond to Rome hideout for the second phase of Project Siren and-

Ezio escaped.

He didn’t why but he left the facility, killing anyone who tried to stop him.

He travels to Monteriggioni and uses the secret passage in the abandoned mines.

He ends up slumped by the entrance of Auditore crypts and that’s how Desmond and Lucy found him.

Lucy, of course, is freaking out because she doesn’t understand what the android is doing here.

Rebecca recognized him immediately and wanted to pry open his head to check if there is any classified information that might help them.

And Desmond?

Desmond hates him.

Because he knows that this android was created using Ezio Auditore’s memories. It was the one that attacked the Farm.

It was a weapon that sullied Ezio Auditore’s name.

(… cue… uuhhh… protective-confused-android-and-angry-cold-assassin trope sprinkled with lots of angst and “what makes one human?” philosophical discussion that ends with EziDes???)

[kiatheinsomniac]

Unwoven Fate I

"Killing my sister and her delusional husband was the best thing I ever did for this family." 

(Y/n) had been raised by her aunt and uncle ever since she was little after her parents were murdered in what seemed to be a robbery gone wrong. However, as soon as she overhears this from her aunt years later, her world turns upside down and she runs away from home to find out what really happened to her parents that night.

On her journey of discovery, she meets the infamous Ezio Auditore da Firenze who will help her to learn the ways of the assassins and what caused such a devastating rift in her family.

[MY MATERLIST]

It's incredible how something so tiny can change your life. The smallest of details are often like a thread; and once you start pulling and pulling and pulling, you've found something entirely new with everything you've gathered along the way.

(Y/n) gasped for a breath to fill her aching lungs, clutching at her chest to soothe her bleeding heart. Furniture was fallen into along the way, a chair tipping onto its side and the door slammed shut with her weight when she leaned against it.

She could still hear them now: the eloquent tones of her aunt, the rumbling chuckle of her uncle - the people who had raised her with such tenderness.

And who had lied to her face over and over and over and over.

She ran her hands into her hair, ruining what had been an intricate updo as she fell to her knees. She wanted to believe that she had misheard them, wanted to believe that she was asleep and that she'd wake any moment now. But she knew that she couldn't. There was no way of taking what she had heard out of context.

A confession.

The truth.

The truth which she thought she had known all along had been a lie and now she finally knew what was true. Did she though? Could anything ever feel true again after this? Truth didn't matter. What mattered now was that she knew. She grabbed the pillow from the side of her bed and held it over her face, letting out a screech that would put a banshee to shame if only it weren't silenced. Her throat felt raw and everything hurt.

Is this why people say 'stabbed in the back'? She wondered for a moment because she did feel as though she had been stabbed everywhere, her body aching and numb all at once, her mind a ruin.

Part of her wished she had never decided to eavesdrop and the other part thanked each deity she could name that she happened to be outside the door when the conversation had taken place.

She threw the pillow and stood up shakily, grabbing all of her bedding and throwing it onto the floor, throwing open her wardrobe to tear down her dresses and hurl them across the room. Her violin was next, followed by the makeup and the books and everything that she could lift. She pulled up the turned-over chair in the middle of it all, her throne of mess, hugging her knees to her chest.

They lied.

It was all their fault.

Innocent people were dead.

"-oh, she was just like my sister when she first arrived." She heard her aunt begin to their guests. This is when she had stopped to listen. Previously, she had snuck into the kitchen for a cup of tea but had stopped when her ears pricked at this. The tone in her aunt's voice wasn't kind at all; it was disdainful. She had never spoken about (Y/n)'s mother like that before, not to her anyway.

She pressed her ear to the door, hoping to hear more.

"She treated her femininity as if it were optional. Do you have any idea how difficult it was to get her to wear a dress as a child? Oh, and she was spewing all of that Creed rubbish already: 'we must be able to make our own choices in life, we should not be controlled, that's what Daddy says'." She could almost hear the dismissive flick of the wrist that her aunt did so often.

"Imagine what she could have been without you two to intervene." One of the guests, a man, contributed.

"Exactly." (Y/n)'s uncle agreed, "She'd be running around on rooftops and jumping off buildings." He laughed, "Imagine her, our girl." (Y/n) furrowed her brow at this: what did they mean by running and jumping?

"Honestly, killing my sister and her delusional husband was the best thing I ever did for this family: it was the best thing for the world and the best thing for their child. Just look at her now! Such a proper and educated lady, she'll never have to even glimpse at violence in her life and she won't be a damned anarchist like her parents." (Y/n) had hardly heard the second part, the first sentence was all she could hear.

"Killing my sister and her delusional husband was the best thing I ever did for this family."

She got up from the chair and made her way over all of her scattered belongings. She had to leave. She didn't know where she would go or what she would do but she knew that she had to leave. She threw on a cloak and grabbed her bag, hurriedly rolling up a spare dress and shoving that inside.

She made her way down the corridor to her Uncle's study. She was never allowed in here unless summoned. Books and maps covered many of the walls along with those red and white banners with a cross right in the centre. She rummaged through the drawer of the desk until she found a coin purse and she stuffed that into the bag too. She could hear voices from the staircase now, coming closer and closer to the study.

"It's been kept secure until your arrival, Signore." She heard her uncle say and, unable to even question what he could be talking about, she knew that she had to get out or hide.

It was too late to use the door: they would see her. She knew that if she hid, she would be unable to keep her emotions in check and she'd have an outburst, blowing her cover. Her (e/c) eyes fell on the window.

There was a storm outside: unusual for the hot Italian weather - perhaps nature itself shared her pain this night - but she knew that she had no other choice, throwing it open and getting onto the support for the climbing flowers which her aunt insisted on. She landed, feet in the mud, and looked around for a moment.

The rain was already pelting down on her and a chill ran up her spine, making her clutch at her arms. Where to go? She decided to run across the gardens in the direction of the town's stable.

The family who had raised her had been monsters all along.

[angel-tries-to-write]

Ezio’s Family

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Rating: Mature Pairing: Ezio Auditore x fem!reader Word count: 2865 Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

What if you were in Villa Auditore during the Borgia attack?

You arrived to Villa Auditore early enough to get impatient, waiting for Ezio to come back. It was high time to announce your relationship, now that all this war had ended and you two could finally have a well-earned rest. There was also one more thing you needed to tell your man and you couldn’t wait to see his reaction, but that would have to wait. Your duties didn’t let you go with him to Vatican and you didn’t have a chance to talk earlier, so you decided to tell him when everything was over.

That day had come, you were helping to organize a surprise birthday party for Claudia, when you heard the voice you knew so well. You couldn’t properly understand the words because of the distance, but judging by the tone, he was flirting with some girl. You hoped poor lass hadn’t thought she was special to him or something, because unlike her, you knew that flirting with women was as natural to Ezio as breathing. And you didn’t mind, you were used to it and actually it was pretty funny to watch him try to charm resisting girls. Many times you laughed hard at his failures, fully knowing you were his biggest one. He tried his tricks on you many times and none of them worked. You were immune. Yet you fell for him hard, but it had happened when he expected it the least: when he was defeated, wounded, vulnerable. You were sure that the exact moment it happened was when you saw him crying because of pain and you knew very well that he was tough and he wasn’t crying easily. You hugged him then, let him cry and scream, you did your best to ease his pain. When he fell asleep exhausted, you stayed by his side, taking care of him and watching as he slept. Then you realized you love that man and you didn’t fell for him because of his charm and flirting.

Soon after that you confessed your feelings, of course totally unexpectedly. You were fighting about his usual recklessness and carelessness. The rest was very typical, he asked why are you making this much fuss about it, you yelled infamous “because I love you” and Ezio was struck speechless. He never expected you to actually fall into him. After that you started dating, secretly, to protect each other. When the Templars were finally gone, you could live in a relative peace.

Unfortunately you didn’t have the chance to talk to Ezio, because of other people who flooded you with questions about the party. Both of you were too busy to talk even for a moment. You didn’t even manage to join the others in the study and listen Ezio’s story. But it didn’t matter, you could always ask him later. Time was all you had. Besides, organizing the party was more important to you, Claudia deserved it. That’s how you ended up preparing a bath in the late evening, to relax and rest. Just when you began undressing, you’ve heard footsteps and the door opened. You froze behind the screen, holding your dress before it fell to the ground. Listening, you waited. You had heard the gear being taken off, then the clothing and finally a splash of water. Looked like you were going to have a company in your bath. Not that you minded. You quickly and silently finished shedding your clothes and peeked out of the screen to make double sure that you weren’t mistaken about the person who took your bathtub. You weren’t.

“That was my bath” you spoke, leaving your hiding spot. Ezio immediately opened his eyes and looked at you. That love and admiration on his face were your favorite sight ever.

“Forgive me, bellissima (beautiful)” he answered, looking at your naked body with utter delight.

“Mind if I join?” you asked seductively, swaying your hips while approaching the bathtub.

“Never” the man watched you entering the tub. Technically there wasn’t enough space for two, but you didn’t care. Besides Ezio quickly pulled you as close as possible and you took the opportunity to clash your lips together. Passionate and hungry kisses were the best proof of how much you missed each other.

You two finished your bath without a word, only kissing and washing each other. When you were ready, Ezio carried you to bed where he intended to do anything but sleeping. Well, maybe later, now was the time for the best night of your life.

“Ezio?” you asked some time after, when you managed to steady your breaths.

“Si, amore (Yes, love)?”

“Remember how we talked about kinks and some other stuff and you suggested it could be funny if I called you ‘daddy’?” you asked hesitantly.

“Have you changed your mind?” he joked, not really sure where were you going with that.

“No, of course not. But I need to tell you that soon you will be called that. Just not by me” you looked at your lover, unsure if he understood what did you mean.

“What do you mean? Are you…”

“I am.”

Ezio stared at you for a moment, completely speechless.

“Are you serious? It is not a joke? I’m going to be… a father?” he stared at you with disbelief, trying to make sure it was true.

“Si, amore mio (Yes, my love). We are going to have a baby in a few months” you took his hand and placed it on your belly. It was too early to feel anything, but the simple gesture was supposed to be meaningful. He kissed you so hard he took your breath away.

“It is the best news I could hear” he said, finally pulling away. Even in the darkness you could see how his eyes were shining with happiness.

“I’m glad you are happy” you said relieved. Deep down you really worried that he might be angry or disappointed, or that he might even leave you.

“My war has ended, the woman of my life will give me a child and we are safe and sound. How am I not supposed to be happy?” Ezio laughed, kissing you again. “But you can make me even happier.”

“How?”

“Marry me.”

“Ezio Auditore da Firenze, you can be so romantic when flirting and you propose like that?” you stared at him with disbelief.

“W-well… you never liked flirting and casually romantic things, so I thought-” he started to explain with so much panic in his voice, that you had to silence him with a kiss.

“I will marry you. I was just messing with you” was your answer, before you giggled.

“Ti amo (I love you)” he whispered.

“Ti amo anch'io (I love you too). And I do not need romantic gestures to know it.”

The rest of the night you spent busy with each other, you barely even noticed it was dawn. Or that you fell asleep, exhausted after a whole night of lovemaking. You noticed that when a loud boom woke you up.

“What was that?” you sat up, looking around.

“Mercenaries. They are testing their cannons” Ezio answered sleepily. You sighed and lied down on his chest again.

And then a cannonball hit the room, destroying it.

The assassin senses reacted before the consciousness. Ezio rolled you two over, covering you with his body. He then looked angrily at the destruction and jumped out of the bed, trying to grab some clothes. You followed him, getting to yours. A simple dress was all you could grab, before another shot shook the villa. You quickly slipped into the dress, glad that it was possible to wear it on the bare skin.

You and Ezio exchanged a quick glance and a nod before he jumped out of the ruined window, leaving you on your own. He knew you were able to take care of yourself and you didn’t need his assistance. You fled the bedroom grabbing only Ezio’s pouch that happened to lie nearby. You could do without weapon for a while, but it would be easier with money. Besides, disarming the opponents in the middle of a fight was easier than robbing them.

You had found Claudia and Maria, then you helped them get rid of some Borgia’s soldiers which left you equipped with a sword, but you knew you need to run. You were outnumbered, there was no way you could win. When you received the signal to retrieve, you didn’t even try to play the hero. You had to protect your unborn child. You ran away as quickly as possible, heading to the Sanctuary. Maria was waiting there with other civilians. Soon after that you saw Ezio. He looked terrible, but there was no time to think about it. Safety first.

He led all the people safely out of the underground tunnels. Then, after you were safe, was the time to talk.

“(Y/n)! Are you hurt?” Ezio rushed to you as fast as he could, when he noticed you.

“No, it’s just a scratch. We are fine” you assured him. Your dress was ripped and dirty, you had a few minor wounds and your bare feet were cold, but you could handle it.

“Bene (Good). Take my mother and sister to Firenze. Get me a horse!” he ordered not considering any objections.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Roma.”

“Ezio, you are wounded. You are bleeding. You can’t go anywhere” you protested, pointing at the pools of crimson on his shirt.

“I have to. And you have to go somewhere safe” he said and you knew he was angry, exhausted and distressed. But it didn’t mean he had to be stupid and blind.

“And let you get yourself killed? No way.”

“What would you do anyway?”

“I can at least go with you.”

“No.”

“I am an Assassin too, I can take care of myself. I’m going” you stated firmly.

“I need you to take care of my family. I can not risk losing you. Especially now” Ezio tried to stay calm, but you saw the storm that was raging inside him.

“I feel better than you. I will be fine, I-” you were silenced by a strong kiss. You knew he wanted the best for you.

“You need to stay safe. Do you think I don’t wish to take you with me? I could use help, but I will not take this risk” he put his hand on your stomach.

“This is exactly why I have to help you. To protect our family” you covered his hand with yours.

“No. You will go to Firenze and stay safe” he pulled back and mounted the horse. Then he left and all you could do was to yell some curses at him.

“We are not going to Firenze” you decided, looking at two women.

“Bene (Good)” agreed Claudia. “Roma then?”

“Si (Yes)” you nodded. “I’ll go first and make sure Ezio will survive this journey” you decided.

“Be careful, dear, in your state you can not be sure of anything” said Maria and you looked at her, surprised.

“You know?” you asked, this time raising both your eyebrows.

“I am a mother. I can notice what others miss. As soon as I saw you, I knew you are with a child” the woman explained, smiling warmly.

“We wanted to tell everyone today. I would do that earlier, but I decided Ezio should know first” you said sheepishly.

“It was a good decision. How did he react?”

“I have never seen him more happy. We thought…” you sighed “…we thought it was a good time. That we could take this break to have a baby and go back to our duties later. We could not expect the Borgia to attack this soon” you looked up at the ruined village.

“Did he finally propose?” Claudia asked. Her mother shot her a warning glare, but you just giggled.

“He did. In absolutely non-romantic way, but I never liked these overly romantic stuff. So I said yes” you said and she hugged you tightly.

“You have no idea how long this idiot intended to do that.”

“I can imagine” you nodded. “Anyway, I’ll better be going. We can’t let our stupido (idiot) to die on his way to the city” you smiled and asked for a horse. “See you in Roma” you bid them farewell and left.

As you predicted, you had found Ezio on the ground, unconscious because of the blood loss. You kept your distance so he wouldn’t notice you following him, therefore it took some time until you reached him. You were lucky enough to find someone who could help you, so you could take care of your beloved. Unfortunately you couldn’t nurture him yourself, because as soon as Machiavelli learned that both of you came to Rome, he asked for your help. He let you get some rest and buy new robes for you and Ezio, but soon after that you were engaged in the job.

A few days passed, you basically lived in the hideout on Tiber’s Island, too busy with helping Machiavelli to even ask about Ezio. Rome was in a terrible state and there was a lot of work to do. Unfortunately, one of your missions didn’t end up well. Your target was successfully killed, but some guards spotted you. As you were running away, you jumped from the roof and you felt your ankle dropping under your weight. That didn’t look good. You quickly stood up and a jolt of pain shot your whole leg so you almost fell again. You tried to ignore it and you managed to run, but you were limping and it hurt like hell. All you had to do was to find a crowded place. Luckily there was one nearby and you quickly lost the guards, so you could hobble back to the hideout. Before you reached it, you were exhausted and sweaty and your injuried ankle was swollen and sensitive. You closed the door of the hideout behind you and leaned heavily on the desk.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing here? What happened?” you heard Ezio’s worried voice. What was he doing there and why didn’t you know about it?

“I must have twisted my ankle, nothing serious, but hurts like hell” you admitted, giving him a tired look. When the man tried to pick you up you pushed him away. “Don’t you dare. I bet your wounds are not fully healed yet and I don’t want you to reopen them” you moved to the chair and only then you let Ezio take care of your ankle.

“Did you do the job?” asked Machiavelli, who you somehow didn’t notice at first.

“I did. But that was my last target, at least for a some time. The smell of blood irritates my sensitive stomach” you said, not getting into the details to save your dignity.

“Since when do you have a sensitive stomach?” Niccolò raised an eyebrow in surprise and confusion.

“Since I am pregnant.”

“You are pregnant and you did not say anything? You let me send you on this mission fully knowing you were not in your best form?” he yelled and you stared at him, eyes wide. You always thought of him as a cold, insensitive man who coldly calculated everything. You certainly hadn’t expected to be yelled at.

“That is why I told you to go to Firenze” Ezio added, bandaging your ankle.

“I am pregnant, not disabled” you stated calmly. “And I am Assassin, not a delicate noble girl. I can handle it. You do not have to be overprotective.”

“We are not overprotective.”

“Yes, you are. The moment Machiavelli was told I’m pregnant, he freaked out. You have sent me away. Me, your best friend and long-time partner in fight. Only because I carry your child, you suddenly perceive me as vulnerable and defenseless. But I am not. When the baby grows and the pregnancy is visible, I will step away. But for now, as long as I can still move swiftly and run freely, I want to spend the time I have left the best I can” you looked into your fiancé’s amber eyes with tenderness.

“Bene allora (Alright then). I will find you a fitting job that will be safe and will keep you busy. Actually I might have one already. We are going to restore Assassin Brotherhood. The new recruits will need a teacher. How does that sound?” Ezio looked at you, waiting for an answer.

“That sounds pretty good” you nodded. “An important but relatively safe task. I can do it.”

“We have a deal then” he said and you smiled. It was obvious he was this overprotective because he had already lost half of his family and he didn't want you or your baby to share this fate. But you were glad he understood he had to trust you to take care of yourself. And you knew you couldn't fail him. After all that happened he deserved to be finally happy. And you were going to do everything to make him the happiest man in the whole world.

[shoottheflyingdemon]

Could I request how the assassins would react to their S/O meeting their parents (if their parents are dead just.. resurrect them..?? Or modern au)

Ok sorry this took so long; these all ended up being very long and it took me a long time to get the motivation to do it. I also made the pronouns female because it was just too confusing for me to make it gender neutral, but feel free to change the pronouns as you see fit. I hope you enjoy!

Altair: Altair was never close with him parents, but thatdidn’t mean he was opposed to them meeting his newly-engaged SO. He may nothave been close, but he would not dishonor them by not telling them of themother of their future grandchildren. He would invite his parents to a dinnerat Masyaf. His SO would be hard at work cleaning their quarters and preparingthe dinner, while Altair would stand there sullenly. “You are making a fuss,”he would tell his SO, who would shoot him a glare in response. Eventually,there was a knock at the door and Altair’s parents, Umar and Maud, walked intothe home. Altair greeted them and his mother gave him a tight hug. Altair’s SOentered the room from the kitchen, quickly straightening her dress andadjusting her head coverings. When Altair’s parents saw her, his fatherregarded her with a cool composure (wonder where Altair got it from) and hismother smiled. “Mother, father, this is Y/N, my betrothed,” Altair would say.Both of the parents eyebrows would raise but his mother would soon wrap them ina hug like she did with her son. “It is so nice to meet you,” she would say. “Icannot believe such a beautiful girl would agree to marry my stubborn boy!” shejoked, causing Altair to roll his eyes. “Come,” his SO would say, gesturing tothe dining area, “I have prepared dinner for us.”

Ezio: Ezio’s family was used to him bringing girls oversince the young Italian was so popular with the ladies. But for months he hadbeen with only one young woman and seemed to be quite smitten. He told hisfamily of the wonderful dates they go on and, finally, his mother suggested shecome over for dinner. Ezio was excited, to say the least, but his SO was theopposite. The Auditore family was famous around Firenze. She still couldn’tbelieve she was dating Ezio! Still, she accepted the invitation and joined themfor dinner on a cool fall evening. She arrived dressed in the most beautifuldress she owned, which was still average compared to the Auditores. When she entered the room, Claudia was the first one she saw. “Oh, ciao! It is so nice to finally meet you. I am Claudia,” she introduced. His SO hugged her and smiled. Ezio then put a hand on his SO’s back and led her through the villa to the main room, where Ezio’s mother and father were sitting. They stood up when the couple entered. Ezio’s SO slightly curtsied. “Buonasera,” his SO introduced. Ezio’s mother came and they exchanged cheek kisses. His mother led his SO out of the room to show her the villa and Ezio’s father clasped a hand on his shoulder. “She is beautiful, my son,” he said. “Don’t mess it up.”

Connor: Connor had always been at odds with his father, but his SO insisted that she be introduced to them. She was a fellow assassin with them and has seen his parents before, but always falling in line with the other assassins. She had never met them officially before. So she spent the entire day cleaning her home and preparing it for the lunch they planned. Connor came over at around noon and was surprised to see how clean it was. “What do you think?” his SO asked. Connor simply kissed her forehead, lingering for a moment. It made his SO relax. Connor then helped her work on lunch for the family. It wasn’t long until there was a knock on the door. His SO went to open it, with Connor right behind her. “(Y/N) right?” Connor’s mother said. It was just his mother. Connor figured they wouldn’t arrive together since they weren’t ‘together’ anymore. “Yes ma’am, it is very nice to meet you,” she said, opening the door wide so Kaniehti:io could come inside. The older woman came in and hugged her son. She noticed he was smiling and seemed more happy than he usually was, which made her spirit soar. She talked with the two, wanting to know how they met and how they made it official. Soon there was another knock at the door, which made Connor’s SO’s heart jump into her throat. He told her about his Templar father and how they tried to kill each other once, but that they reconciled because of the insistence of his mother. Since then, they’ve had a rocky relationship. When she opened the door, she was stunned to see him. He had the same face shape and eyes as Connor, but had the air of a Templar. “Hello, Mr. Kenway. I am (Y/N),” she introduced. “Haytham, please,” he said with a smile. She opened the door and allowed him to enter the home. The lunch went well, with his mother being very kind and his father being as kind as he could be. After it was over, they left and happily thanked the couple for lunch. “Well, that went well,” Connor’s SO said, leaning into him and kissing his cheek.

Arno: Arno and his SO planned a meeting with his parents soon after they began dating. Arno was close to both of his parents, especially since he joined the Assassins and followed in his father’s footsteps. So when he started dating her after months of flirtations, he was happy to introduce her to his parents. They were at a restaurant in Paris, waiting for them to arrive. “I’m so nervous,” his SO said. Arno grabbed her hand. “Relax, amour, they’ll love you,” he assured. Arno’s parents then appeared and introduced themselves to the woman. “Bonjour,” she introduced to his father. She then turned to his mother. “Hallo frau,” she introduced to his mother. Arno’s Austrian mother was shocked. “You speak German?” she asked. “A bit; my grandfather was german,” she explained. His parents sat down to the dinner and began to talk about anything and everything. Arno’s SO was very knowledgeable about things, which impressed his parents. When the dinner was over, his parents told Arno how impressed they were by her.

Jacob: Jacob was always the troublemaker of the family, especially with Evie being the star assassin. But he was so happy to show off his new girlfriend to his parents. For once, he felt, he did something right. She was smart, kind and witty. Everything about her was perfect to him. So when they officially started dating, he wanted to arrange a meeting between her and his parents as soon as possible. He used the money he earned from the fights to make reservations at one of the fanciest restaurants in London and to buy his girlfriend a beautiful blue gown. When they got to the restaurant, Jacob was standing by the table, worrying about what would happen. “Jacob, love, you must calm down. I’m the one who should be worried,” his SO assured, wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’ll make it my mission to make sure they love me by the end of the night,” she promised. Jacob wrapped his arms around her and smiled. “Thank you,” he muttered and leaned down to kiss her deeply. Then there was a sound of a throat clearing. Jacob and his SO pulled away from each other to see Jacob’s parents in the doorway, his father looking annoyed. “Oh!” his SO said, facing them and straightening her dress. “Mr. and Mrs. Frye! It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m (Y/N),” she introduced. “Nice to meet you as well,” his father said, slightly cold. Jacob always said he wasn’t one for public affection. They all sat down at the table and his father began to question her on many things, including her education and status. His mother was more quiet. Finally, after a long time, his mother set a hand on her husbands. “Ethan, please, allow the girl some rest. It is clear that she is a very nice woman and Jacob is so obviously in love with her,” she said. Her husband nodded and backed down. Jacob felt relief but his SO relaxed. She was never stressed, because she knew no one could judge her love for her Jacob.

Desmond: When Desmond ran away from the farm, it wasn’t long before he found a girlfriend. They dated for years before Desmond was captured by the Templars. After months of not hearing from him, she finally heard that he was back with the Assassins. Instead of being mad, she was beyond relieved that he was alive. She immediately arranged a time to reunite with him and they met up. When they saw each other, Desmond gladly got down to his knee and proposed to her. She immediately said yes, of course. He had to leave her again to train more, but after New Years 2012, he planned a meeting between his parents and his fiance. He was going to bring her to the farm where he grew up. Hand in hand, they walked through the assassin complex. Eventually, they met up with his parents, both older people with gray hair. They were very warm and welcoming to his fiance, his mother hugging her close. “It’s so great to meet you!” his mother said. His father gave her a nice handshake. “Welcome to the family,” he greeted.