#ezio auditore da firenze imagine

[freshstartfromscratch]

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

[demigoddessqueens]

cuddle headcanons

A/N: so a while back, Anon asked about this cuddles headcanons, and I loved it…so I wanted to do one for the Family Tree™️ + the Brotherhood’s Founder

Tagging fellow fans @ladysaturnsdust @wyyvernn

Altair

He was half awake as you slept the night away. If you woke, he wanted to say ‘don’t think too much of it’, but deep down the Master Assassin can’t help it. Arms wrap around you because he wants to keep you safe, and he couldn’t bear to lose you.

Ezio

It’s pouring all of the love into a tight hug. He’s lost too much, loves too hard, and now you’re here! And he adores you immensely! Call it selfish of the remaining Auditore son, but his love for you is rooted firmly, and sometimes he wishes he could just hold you freely.

Edward

Even as the Captain of the Jackdaw, he is not impervious to his intense feelings. You slowly roused from sleep one night before being pulled back back to with a gentle sigh. You barely remember it but you could have sworn you heard a low hum soothe you back to sleep.

Haytham

It’s a cold loneliness that claws at his heart, and for the briefest moment it dwindled away. Then it returned with a dear price. So now when you’ve joined his side with the Templars, he almost feels ashamed wanting you but your warm frame curling into his is almost enough to melt through that icy facade.

Connor

You’re so small in his arms, but you fit so right in between them. Perfectly tucked between his arms and chest, he admires your peaceful features as your breath brushes against him. There’s a lot more he wants to say, but for now he’ll settle for a forehead kiss.

Desmond

The cuddles are more for him than you, as slumber as already claimed you. All the legacies of his line fall on him, and your loyalty to him has never faltered. You’re his friend, an ally, and….his love? He may not know what’s to come, but he holds you for what is right now.

Bayek

The desert night was cool and relaxing. You were a new recruit from one of the cities, and you moved quickly up the ranks. Going out for the occasional missions proves strenuous but Bayek enjoys the calm atmosphere and he really sees how relaxed you are in the night. Admiring your features as he holds you lulls the Creator of the Brotherhood back to sleep, and he dreams peacefully for once.

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Imagine: Revelations Ezio falling in love with a young scholar & apprentice of Da Vinci - Part 2

The next time they meet her hair has flecks of paint in it and her apron has blood on it. She's in the market buying medical supplies and although Ezio is nervous (The man is nervous! It's been a while since he's been around such an interesting woman, okay?) he carefully approaches her. He watches her at first taking in how beautiful he finds her. The paint in her long curly hair (he legit blushes when she asks him to help her pull some of the flecks out. Her hair was even softer than he had imagined)

He feels his heart JUMP in his chest when she speaks some Italian. He is so happy to hear his mother tongue in Turkey (bc as we know the man's Turkish is absurd - he said it not me, okay?) But also, because she sounds so beautiful when speaks it - even if she does laugh and apologize for how awful she thinks she sounds. He only finds her modesty even more attractive.

She's with them when Yusuf trolls Ezio about the bombs. Yusuf gets smacked and Ezio gets a kick out of her sassiness before she explains that they will in fact NOT explode if Ezio touches them but that he should be careful. Cue the Turkish assassin rubbing the back of his head and sticking his tongue out at Ezio as the elder assassin smirks at him and begins to examine the bombs.

Giving a serious yet very invigorated talk about how the bombs work, how they're made, how to safely use them and to IGNORE everything Yusuf says about them, how funny it is when it sends guards and Templars scrambling away like scared geese... Needless to say, her enthusiasm and little mischievous streak amuses and attracts him to her even more (bc as we ALLLL know Ezio was quite mischievous himself when he was younger...)

Lots of smirking and chuckling when she scolds him about losing Leo’s blades (he can't help it she's so cute when she's cross with him). But it's when her back is turned lol. He pretends to pout because of her scoldings but he secretly loves every second of it. He to put it mildly flirts his assassin ass off looll. He just can't help himself.

Will be on the brink of asking her to marry him when he sees her put some disrespectful assassins in their places. If they don't get the message with a verbal lashing (he LOVES how witty she is) they'll certainly get the message when she takes her shoe off haha. He burst out laughing the first time he saw a small shoe fly from nowhere across the room and smack one of the Novices in the face (he had to lean against the wall to catch his breath bc he couldn't stop laughing - it just got worse when she demanded that the Novice bring her shoe back and he DID)

He loves watching her work her magic in both medicine and art. She's so gentle and caring that it melts his heart, and when he witnesses her take care of a little girl that fell and scraped her knee? How she comforted the child and fixed her up? He's mentally screaming at how precious she is with children.

God help anyone who calls him old in her presence bc the one-time Ezio was insulted in front of her, before he could even get a word out the person got taken out by a flying chair. Ezio ADORES how she's tiny but mighty and how she can go from the smiling scholar to the mad as caligula assassin annihilator in less than five seconds. She does not take people's crap, and he finds that VERY attractive.

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Her Old Man

Pairing: Revelations!Ezio x F!Reader

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

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

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

requests for ezio are still open!

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

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

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

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

"Interested in the dress?"

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

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

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

"Money is the problem?"

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

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

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

"I have too many dresses already. "

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

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

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

"Any problem here?"

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

"I suggest you let go of her."

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

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

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

"Do whatever you want, Granpa-OW!"

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

"You do NOT insult my husband like that!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you hurt, tesoro?""

"I am fine, Ezio."

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

"That slap was rather impressive."

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

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

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

MASTERLIST | EZIO'S MASTELIST

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Some random Ezio/Desmond thoughts that don't make sense but whatever

I'm cringe but I'm free!! I'm writing this instead of studying for my finals,,,

Don't look too much into this.

(Expedient) A malfunction in the Animus causes Desmond to disconnect from Ezio inside the simulation; he suddenly can't see the world through Ezio's eyes, yet the Animus didn't expel him from Ezio's memories. He's simply seeing them from his point of view. Neither Rebecca nor Shaun knows how to reattach Ezio's memories to Desmond's dna. It's like he's actually traveling into the past;

Once everyone processed what just happened and the initial shock passed, Desmond understood he just couldn't stop doing what he had to. If he couldn't live Ezio's memories, then he'd have to follow him as he's experiencing them. The risks were high but while Rebecca would find a solution, that would have to do the trick: Desmond started tailing Ezio during his missions, and his stealth skills turned out to be better than his ancestor's ones for some time, until Ezio eventually realized he was being followed;

It's not like it was hard to identify Desmond: he was a modern man in 1500s Rome...;

Ezio is, of course, shocked as well. Ever since the events that took place in the Vatican, the *now* Assassin Mentor suspected there was something beyond what he knew, but to be face to face with a man from the future was on a whole other level;

They talked briefly, but the crew expelled Desmond from the Animus after that, fearing to have caused massive damage to the timeline; yet, nothing of interest happened, so Desmond insisted they kept going;

Ezio understood quickly that everything was connected to their missions and the Fruits of Eden; yet he couldn't help but being wary towards Desmond (would you blame him?);

Desmond even answered some of Ezio's questions about his time, trying to sound as vague as possible not to alter the man's time more than he had already done. They could even understand each other pretty well, as Desmond spent so much time inside the Animus he could talk enough Italian to hold a conversation, despise Ezio's 1500s dialect (heavily mixed with Latin) which was still hard to translate from time to time;

The other problem was blending Desmond in that society. The moment Ezio accepted the fact that they had a common goal and he had to keep the other man by his side, he educated Desmond with what he had: they started spending much time together, doing every time of activity that could turn Desmond into the perfect little roman man; then they took on some missions together, running and climbing every corner of the city. It was all so different from when he was just reviving Ezio's memories because Desmond was now actually there. The feeling of that pure air against his face, the smells of the city and the adrenaline in his veins as he followed Ezio were intoxicating, in all the right ways;

Ezio even gave him some Assassin robes from the Brotherhood. Desmond ended up "staying" there, or he'd find shelter for the night at la Rosa in Fiore with Claudia;

Despise the gravity of the situation, Desmond would lie if he said he didn't love Ezio's company, so much he'd spend hours inside the Animus just to stay with him. Rebecca often had to force him to disconnect before the machine fried his brain;

At some point, he arrived at the conclusion that he liked Ezio a lot: the type of attraction that made him forget they were vaguely related. It was that older man's charm, among other things;

(Ezio was 40 years old, an old age for his time: he was surprised to hear Desmond talk about his era and the way people could easily arrive 90 without much problems. He was smart enough to know not to ask too many questions about Desmond's world, yet curiosity had the best of him most times);

It helped Desmond develop those feelings the fact that Ezio was totally the romantic type (he had seen that side of him before after all) and he had no problem openly flirting with him. The two of them could talk about anything for hours: in the evening, they'd run and climb around the center of Rome until they'd find a tower or a building high enough to not be noticed by guards. And they'd sit there and chat endlessly until morning. Desmond almost feared that Rebecca would have found a solution to their problem too soon, and he'd have to leave behind all those precious moments;

Ezio was the first one to confess to Desmond: he liked the fact that the latter was younger and a total stranger to that life; he loved to hear Desmond talk exactly because he was the son of another culture, and more than once their differences helped them see various situations from more angles; the way Desmond could perfectly keep up with him during missions, almost as if he knew the areas at heart, was also surprisingly attractive to Ezio;

He knew that when Desmond disappeared, it was because he was years ahead of him, yet he still missed him. He was aware they couldn't work, but he was willing to chase him anyway;

Seeing how his feelings were reciprocal, they started "dating", if whatever their relationship was could be defined as such. It was strange at first, but they figured things out eventually;

(They were e-dating with extra steps);

Their relationship, of course, remained secret. No one in Ezio's circle knew about them, even tho some Brotherhood members learned about Desmond's presence (and how to ignore it);

Whenever Desmond disconnected from the Animus after he and Ezio spent a night together, Rebecca and Shaun would side-eye him for the whole day.

[paintsplantspaws]

Someone please write an Assassins Creed Valhalla and HTTYD crossover Please!!!

Or maybe the twins or Leonardo and Ezio

[howlingday]

Hello, I'm here to ask about my favourite RWBY au of yours, the Summon mentor au. Specifically, each characters personality change thanks to their mentor, like how different the character's personality from the Canon

Starting from the top...

Ruby Rose - Death

To be perfectly honest, I can't see Ruby being all too different from normal. However, she might be a different, more mature person in the future, considering her mentor is Death himself.

Weiss Schnee - Alucard

When you get to the basics, both Alucard and Weiss have a lot in common. Both of them are children of illustrious and well-known families, and both have a strained relationship, if any at all, with their tyrannical and downright evil fathers. So I think the training Weiss receives will be a mixture of fencing and swordplay sprinkled with a little bit of self-reassurance practices to remind her that she is not her father.

Blake Belladonna - Ezio Auditore da Firenze

I feel like thanks to a much more mature Ezio is teaching Blake, he knows how to bring out the best in her, especially since he's already got plenty of experience teaching students just like her before. As a result, I feel like Blake is going to be much more efficient with her stealth, as well as more versatile in her arsenal and tactics.

Yang Xiao Long - Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka

Considering Yang is already the most destructive member of Team RWBY, having the Ork warboss to end all warbosses as her mentor isn't going to do much to pull her back from her collateral damage. She just might start as many fights as she can just so she can get into the thrill of the fight. And if she loses, then that just means she didn't hit hard enough, right?

Jaune Arc - Po

Unless Po has seriously changed in the upcoming fourth movie, Jaune is pretty much going to be just like him. He's kinda put on a couple pounds (not as much as Po, of course), and has found a way to convert what he eats into fuel for his martial arts. He's also not going to be using his sword for a lot in this version, but he still has it.

Nora Valkyrie - Reinhardt Wilhelm

Looking at Reinhardt's previous student, Brigitte, I can imagine Nora shifting from heavy artillery to focus a little more on her defense. The hammer stays, though. And not only does it stay, it gets an upgrade. One that it's sure to knock Grimm socks off! ...if they wore socks.

Pyrrha Nikos - Kratos

Kratos was a leader of many a military company and has spent much time as a father-figure of sorts, both to his own kids as well as Pandora. These all add up to a mentor who teaches Pyrrha how to wield every weapon she can, but masters the most dangerous and most effective one; herself. So we have a Pyrrha is both sure of herself and acting as a jack-of-all-trades.

Lie Ren - Zaraki Kenpachi

Ren may not look like too different from his original iteration, but this boy has scars from how intense his training can get. In fact, his whole combat routine is simply "fight the biggest one". It sometimes scares Nora with how reckless he can get, especially when she's been the one to provide first aid on more than one occasion.

[dirtyasscreedsecrets]

'I'm not in the brightest of the moments and honestly, all that I can imagine is having a passionate, lovestruck lovemaking session with my favourite man, Ezio Auditore da Firenze. Oh, what would I give to be around his firm arms, lying in the finest silk sheets while he makes sensual moves with his hips, caressing and squeezing my body gently and thrusting so slowly inside of me with such vigor; I feel goosebumps by his honeyed words on my ears, whispering sweet nothings, how much he loves me and sure thing, calling me by the most romantic Italian names as "dolcezza," "bella mia," "amore." And in the end he would lay me in his strong chest, cuddle me with such affection and love that I can't even measure, I love this man so much.'

[violentdelightstheseviolentends]

woah! was that EDWARD KENWAY walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from ASSASSINS CREED. they’re 27 and live in FULTON PARK but watch out because they can be RECKLESS + SELFISH but are actually DEDICATED + RESOURCEFUL. despite them HAVING memories, you’ll always think of DRINKING BEFORE BREAKFAST, HAUNTED BY THE GHOSTS OF FRIENDS AND FAMILY, WANTING TO BELONG TO SOMETHING BIGGER THAN HIMSELF, LONGING FOR THE SEA when imagining them.

Dead Men Tell No Tales

Over a hundred years after the death of Ezio Auditore da Firenze, one of the most famous assassins in the creed, Edward Kenway was born in Swansea, with no knowledge of any of his ancestors past. He was seventeen the first time he got married, to Caroline Scott. Their marriage was rough, and by the time he left to become a privateer, they were already estranged. His life as a privateer was short-lived as a treaty was soon signed that meant they were no longer needed. Still chasing money, he became a pirate. It was a choice that would eventually lead him to be washed up with Duncan Walpole. Edward killed him, and took his identity, travelling to Havana and becoming involved with Walpole’s plot to help the Templar’s find the Observatory. However Edward’s identity was discovered, and the Templar’s planned to send him to the London Templar’s to be dealt with. Edward met Adéwalé, a slave on the same ship, and the two of them escaped together. They stole a ship, naming it Jackdaw with Edward as Captain and Adéwalé as Quartermaster. He came onto the Great Inagua, killing the owner who was a Templar. Realising this would be a good place to call home, he kept the island for himself. Eventually James Kidd introduced him to the Assassins. Years passed, with Edward caught between the war between the Assassins and the Templar’s, and the pirate war against those trying to control them. All the while, Edward wanted to find the Observatory, believing there to be fame and glory for him there. However one by one, the friends he had made were killed by the British and Spanish. Finally he found the Observatory, and learnt that when blood was put into it, you were able to see what that person could see. He finally realised with this, the Templars could control all Governments. He was then handed over to the British, the only reason he wasn’t executed was because he knew the location of the Observatory, though he would not give it away. The Assassins went to rescue Mary and Anne, however helped him as well. Although he and Anne got away, Mary died in the attempt, making him promise to be better than he had been.

Ivy Cove

Coming Soon

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There is absolutely no way for Ezio Auditore da Firenze to fit so much shit in those assassin's robes but yet he does.

Imagine if he has to go though a metal detector. Imagine if he needs tO CHANGE AND WASH THOSE CLOTHES.

*20 throwing knives, 10 potions, 5 bottles of poison, 20 crossbow arrows, a sword, a dagger, two hidden blades, 3 smoke bombs and half of Italy's economy in Florins clatter to the ground in front of the washing machine*

In addition, based on the fact that he can throw coins, all of his money is in coins. According to Wikipedia, a Florin is at least 3.5g (weight of gold in a Florin), which is about the weight of a British 1p.

The Sword of Altaïr, which costs 42,500f needs Ezio to haul 149kg's worth of coins.

The world record for men's deadlift is 501kg, which is the weight of 143,142f. I had way more on me before I discovered I could buy armour, and the man sprints around carrying that.

What is wrong with the Assassins.

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Assassin's Creed Characters height... versus mine - Part 1

A/N: I am 5’7 and three quarters to be exact but they never take the other part into account so I get rounded into the 5’7 category lollll

Jacob Frye is said to 5'6 (although he's head cannoned to be taller). Cannot believe that I’m a little taller than my dream man but I LOVE MY SHORT KING. Who says you need to be tall to be a sexy sweetheart that everyone falls in love with?!

Evie Frye is said to be 5'6. Gotta love how she's considered "short", but she'll hand your ass to you on a silver platter and call it a regular Fryeday (am I right?) I’m taller than Evie which makes hugging her around the shoulders easy peasy!!

Arno Victor Dorian is said to be 6'0. We love our tall teddy bear baguette man.

Desmond Miles is said to be 6'0 tall as he's eye to eye with Altair and Ezio two of his ancestors. This man needs a million hugs and then some 🥹😩😭

Altair Ibn La'Ahad is said to be 6'0 (and we know that the man has long legs confirmed LOL). Imagine 6’0 of Altair coming at you in a dark alley… YIKES!!

Ezio Auditore da Firenze is said to be 6'0 (It fits, no? I mean anyone who looks at him can tell that he's very well built...) Strong as an Italian Gondola

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway is said to be 6'4 (sometimes 6'2) but it's a known fact that he is the largest assassin in the franchise. Man is built like a BEAR. A BRICK BEAR.

Edward Kenway I've heard is roughly 5'9. Good height for a pirate he probably scared the crap out of the other pirates (bc they were typically malnourished due to all the time at sea and didn’t grow very tall from what I’ve read)

Haytham Kenway is said to be 6'0. What did they feed him growing up?! LOL

Shay Patrick Cormac is said to be 6'0. Not surprised the Irish have always been of good stock. Love this Irish penguin haha 😂

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

assassins creed 2!ezio fucks you hard and fast in dark alleys. he always rushes, pounding into you like he could die tomorrow (he could really), shows up whenever he wants but never leaves you unsatisfied, sometimes making sure you have an orgasm before him. he warns he can't fall in love but always finds his way back for you. assassins creed brotherhood! ezio spends the night. he is a passionate lover and takes his time to ensure you feel cherished and pleased. expect one or two multiple orgasms, he just loves to watch your body tremble over his control, the only sound coming out of your mouth being his name. ezio doesn't leave until he has you completely breathless in his arms, his expression full of worship for your naked form. and he is possessive: he takes his time to mark you as his, making sure you know exactly to whom you belong. lastly, assassins creed revelations!ezio wants intimacy and cuddles. it doesn't mean he won't make love to you as he did when he was younger or even spank your ass as he takes you from behind. no, this ezio wants you to know that he loves you. with every kiss, touch, rub, every small little gesture, he wants you to know and feel how much he adores you. ezio watches you sleep, imagining himself having a normal life as a married man, growing old with you. he has finally found his peace with you.

my ezio masterlist

[kiatheinsomniac]

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

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

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

NSFW below the cut

Innocence and Experience

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Does that scare you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"As many times as you want."

[blacknight1230]

Rooftop Chase

Ezio Auditore Imagine

*Takes place during Assassin’s Creed 2* 

Ezio’s POV:

High above the celebrations, I sat on the tiled roof of a house in Firenze (Florence). It was nostalgic to be in my birth place again after my father’s and brothers’ wrongful deaths. But I had to be here, as I was tasked with killing a Templar official, one who was part of my family’s murder. My target was currently throwing a lavish part in the streets. The crowd allowed me easy coverage to sneak up to him and be able to get away without being detected after the deed is done. 

I watched on as a couple of courtesans fluttered around the man. The guards were able to be lured away while one courtesan stayed with the Templar. She led him into the crowd to dance as I quietly made my way to the streets. I effortlessly moved through the crowd and was just about to reach where the dancing couples were, when a woman screamed. I saw my target fall to the floor, blood pooling around him. In the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow moving towards the rooftops. 

I quickly climbed onto the rooftops and sprinted after the shadowed figure. The person lept from roof to roof, gracefully landing on their feet and never stumbling or stopping. “Signor, wait!” I called out. The figure showed no notification that they heard me and continued to run away. Tired of this useless chasing, I took a shortcut. I turned and jumped towards a flower pot, using it to swing onto another rooftop. From there I followed alongside the hooded figure. They eventually stopped when we were both on the rooftop of the Basilica di San Lorenzo. I stopped a few feet short behind the figure, who stood near the edge. There wasn’t a close enough roof to jump to and the height was too big for you to jump to the street below, so the figure was trapped. “There is nowhere to go, amico,” I said. 

The figure finally turned around, showing me the person’s identity. It was the courtesan that danced with the Templar! Her (e/c) eyes were rimmed with eyeshadow, her lips a bright red, and her (h/c) locks piled into an updo hairstyle. She was wearing a (f/c) dress that hung on her shoulders and therefore showed a bit of cleavage. The corset pushing her breasts up and showed the curves of her waist and hips. The full skirt was cut off at her ankles, it having no slits in it but was composed of two layers, the under laying being a light (f/c) color. Bands around her arms had flowing white fabric drape over her arms, the slit through the middle making it easier for her use her hands. All in all, she dressed a little more modest than the other courtesans, who practically showed you their underwear with their short slitted skirts. 

The woman looked at me with cold eyes and pulled out a dagger that was strapped to her thigh. “Get any closer, bastardo, and you’ll lose an eye!” she threatened. I raised my hands up in defense, trying to get through to the donna that I mean no harm. “Easy, signora,” I said. “I won’t hurt you. Lo prometto.” “How do I know you won’t just had me over to the guardie del cazzo?” the courtesan said, pointing her danger at me. “Because I wanted that man dead too. You just beat me to it,” I said, smirking at the signora. She didn’t lower her dagger until she saw the insignia of the Assassin’s Brotherhood on my belt. 

“Assassino,” she said breathlessly. “Sí, how do you know of the Order?” I asked. “My father was an assassino when he was young. Once he met my mother, he left that life. But that didn’t matter to the bastardo that murdered him,” the signora explained. “The Templar,” I said, realizing the reason for her killing my intended target. “The cozzo make up a false crime that my father ‘commited’ and hung his mutilated body in front of the Piazza della Signoria as punishment,” she explained, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. “Mio padre e fratelli were hanged there, too. I joined the Assassin’s Brotherhood to avenge them,” I told the courtesan. Said woman, lowered her guard and sheathed her dagger. “Mia scuse, signor. My name is (y/n) (l/n),” she introduced herself. “Ezio Auditore,” I replied, bowing to her. 

“I say, mia belleza, I’m quite impressed by your skills. It’s as if you were one of my fellow assassini fratelli e sorelli,” I complimented the young woman. “Grazie, Signore Auditore. Mio padre taught me how to everything he knew. He had his suspicions that his life as an assassin would catch up to him, despite no longer being part of that life,” (y/n) said, a faint blush on her cheeks. I felt my heart flutter at the sight, which shocked me. The last time I felt something like this was with Cristina, and when pulling the heartstrings of countless other women in my lifetime, I had never taken my flirting with them seriously. I am a womanizer; I planned on staying that way without my amore Cristina at my side. 

“Say, bella, how would you like it if I were to make a deal with you?” I said, an idea popping into my head. “A deal? What do you have in mind, Signore Auditore.” “I was thinking that maybe you can join the Brotherhood. Your skills can help the Assassins and their fight against the Templar Order,” I told the young woman, hoping she would agree to the terms. “Become an assassina? Oh, why the hell not. Thank you, Signore Auditore, for this opportunity. Now I can do some good with the skills I have,” (y/n) said cheerfully. “Per favore, call me Ezio, bella,” I flirted. 

The two of us were unnoticeably close to each other, to the point that if we moved any closer, we would be chest to chest. I couldn’t help but want to kiss her cherry stained lips and have her in my arms. It might have been her revealing outfit or that the fact that I found her very attractive visually, but I could tell it was something more. I knew she was like no other woman, her skills as an assassin only piece of the puzzle. “Ezio,” (y/n) said softly, gently laying her delicate hands on my armored chest. “Shh, bella, you’ll ruin the moment,” I whispered huskily. I leaned in, (y/n) meeting me halfway, our lips meeting in a gentle and soft kiss. 

I could feel a spark from the kiss, seeming to give me the momentum to add more passion into it. One of my hands came to cup (y/n)’s face, my other one gripping onto her hip. The (h/c) haired girl wrapped her arms my neck, fingers running through my dark locks and causing my white hood to fall back. Our were so close to each other, with my armor clad one practically enveloped the young beautiful woman. I was pretty sure we would have gone even further, if it weren’t for a guard noticing us. 

“What are you doing? Imbecille!” a rooftop guard shouted from several feet away on the Basilica. “Get down, or I'll throw you down!” (y/n) and I quickly broke away, hurryingly climbing down the building before the guard could shoot at us or reach us. Despite the dress, I saw (y/n) effortlessly climb down several stories of the Bascilica, before leaping to the ground and rolling onto her feet, running into an alley way out of the sight of any guards. I followed her, just a step behind her, hearing several guards gather to look for me and the signora. 

As I rounded the corner into the alley way, I was grabbed by the front of my robes and was pulled towards the disguised girl, her lips hastily meeting mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist, deepening the kiss, just as a pack of guards ran past us, giving no mind to another couple showing affection away from prying eyes. Once the coast was clear, we separated, sucking in a much needed breath, our eyes locked on each other. (Y/n) was the first to break out into giggles, which I soon broke into, too, because of its contagiousness. 

“Leave it to the guards to ruin the moment,” I chuckled, hands trailing along the bottom of (y/n)’s spine. (y/n) giggled and pecked me on my lips. “Come on, Ezio, I think it’s time to go anyways. Care to show me where you and the other assassinos do their dirty work?” “If you mean the Brotherhood’s headquarters, then yes, I would love to show you, mio amore,” I said, taking her hand in mine, leading us out of the alley way. “You’ll love Monteriggioni and the Villa Auditore. Not only is it the Assassin’s place of operations, but it is the Auditore’s ancestral home,” I told the female assassin. “I look forward to it then, Ezio. Let’s go before the damn guards catch onto us,” (y/n) replied, as we walked arm in arm through the crowd of celebrating citizens. 

I couldn’t help but smirk as she confidently strolled with me towards the city gates, looking so regal and majestic. After Cristin’s death, something withered in me. But this woman has reignited the snuffed out flame that once lit up my heart, I thought to myself as I watched (y/n), in all her natural beauty and glory. Though she will never replace my previous love, I know with her I can move on. And so we went on our merry way, as two assassins towards much brighter future. 

THE END

[rk1kincorrect]

the best thing ubisoft did was make altaïr basically bitchless and a complete loner and then ezio, handsome man and renown womaniser, becomes his biggest ultimate fanboy

[freshstartfromscratch]

Headcanon: The reason why Ezio underlines "da Firenze" part is because his family is originally from Monteriggioni and that's in the province of Siena.

And ANY Florentine whether modern or from the 15th century would rather be caught with a fork in their eyeball than be confused with anyone from Siena.

Like. Trash talking other cities is the norm in Italy.

Mostly because historically speaking there was no one Italy for the majority of history (just like there was no one unified Italian language, it was actually a huge problem in the Kingdom of Italy) but rather a nightmarish cluster of various cities and regions fighting one another for influence. As you might guess they didn't like eachother. In some cases it ended with a year long war with 2000 casualties over a bucket but that's not my point.

Like maybe I'm exaggerating but I have never encountered other Italians shit talking another city as much as Florentines trash talk Siena.