#yes only one person asked for a part 2 but that made me reallt happy. so this chapter is for me and that person who asked!

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Ezio Auditore x gn reader

Reunited with a ghost CH 2. CH 1

Ft. Lots of Rosa and a kiss. 2.2k words

Warnings. Light cursing

Getting to embrace Ezio again was a dream come true, and one I hope to never wake from. I was completely lost in the moment before I remembered what I was doing before. I pull away and look around realizing I had completely lost track of where I was or how I'm supposed to find the guild head. Ezio looks at me with concern as he asks what's wrong.

"I need to deliver this letter." I pat the folded paper in my side pocket.

"To whom?"

"A man named Antonio. This is my final test from them."

"A test?" He slips the letter out of my pocket. I didnt even feel the fabric move. If I didn't watch him take it I never would have known it was gone.

"Yes. I am supposed to deliver the letter to him by nightfall and if I do the guild had said they will teach me how to move like them." I reach for the letter but he holds it out of my range.

"Let us go together then. I know the fastest route and how to avoid the guards!" He cracks a smirk as he waves the paper just out of reach.

I squint at him as he playfully taunts me. Haven't even been reunited an hour and he's already back to the lovable jerk I know. "With you there's always a catch." I eye him wary of his intentions.

"No catch. I just want to make sure you get to deliver this safety." He says with a warm smile. That's a face I could never say no to and he knows it.

"Fine." I relent. I hold my hand out for him to give me the letter back but instead he pockets it and laces our fingers together. Before I have a moment to respond we are already out of the alley and half way down a busy street. His hand was warm, another reminder that he was alive and this wasn't just a dream.

The twists and turns of the streets and canals never once slowing him down as we make our way towards the center of the city. I still haven't quite gotten the layout of the city memorized yet so it was nice to have a guide who actually knows where we were going. What would have taken me all day following bread crumbs left by the guild only took Ezio an hour, and that time even included a stop for lunch.

Ezio reluctantly let's go of my hand as we enter a fenced off area, the cool afternoon air replacing his warm touch on my skin. He knocks on the heavy looking wooden door and voice almost instantly tells us to enter. I follow behind him as we enter, almost hiding in his shadow. A tall man with dark hair immediately notices my presence though.

"I see you have brought a friend Ezio, and who might you be?" He said as he made his way around a large table covered in an equally large map of the city.

"My name is y/n. I am here to deliver a letter to Antonio."

"Well you have come to the right place than.

I look at Ezio, silently asking for the letter back. He quickly glances down at my pocket and back at me. Confused, I reach into my pocket and pull out the letter. Sly bastardo must have slipped it back in when I wasn't looking. I hand over the letter and the man who I am assuming is Antonio brings it to his desk for inspection.

"You have my thanks for delivering the letter so swiftly. Too many of my guild members are being recognized lately, it was safer for us to use someone the guards would not know." He folds the letter and puts it in a drawer. "I know you did not do this for free though. I will have one of my best show you how to move more swiftly." He looks over at some of the guild members in the corner, a woman and 2 men. "Rosa. If you would be so kind?"

The woman stands up and saunters over to us. "Honestly I didn't think you'd be able to do all the tasks. I'm impressed." She looks over at Ezio. "And more than a little surprised to see you escorting them." She looks back at me. "Our little friend here didn't cheat did they?"

"Of course not. I was simply heading the same direction, completely innocent." At least he had gotten better at lying over the years, however Rosa was clearly unconvinced. Thankfully she didn't seem to care too much as she led us outside, back to the fenced in area.

She points to the roof of a neighboring building. "Do you see the flag on that weathervane." I nod. The bright red flag was prominent against the light blue afternoon sky. "How long do you think it would take you to grab it and bring it to me?"

"... probably 3 minutes?" There weren't many ledges to make it easy to climb up. "Maybe 5?"

"Your 3 minutes start now, go."

"Huh?" I turn to look at her and she just waves me off and crosses her arms. I blink before my head catches up to her words. I get a running start at the wall in front of me and I'm just able to grab the ledge and pull myself up. I move as fast as my legs and vertigo will let me as I make my way up to the flag. I'm almost there and I look down at Rosa and Ezio. Both of them watching me closely, analyzing my every movement. I can't tell if I should be comforted or concerned by how sharp their eyes are. Getting down was much faster than the climb up. After grabbing the flag I drop and slide down the tiled roof. Before I fall I grab the ledge and swing for some momentum. Finally I hit the ground with a roll and spring to my feet, with a final sprint I'm standing in front of Rosa, flag in hand. "How did I do?" I ask as I catch my breath.

"Not bad for a novice." She holds up a hand and extends her pointer finger. "First you need to be able to think on your feet faster. You kept trying to plan your movements too far in advance and it slowed you down. That hesitation made you slip more than once even if it was just a little. Finally you let yourself get distracted. You should always be watching where you are going, not watching your audience." Each new point she made was punctuated by another finger. "You are certainly sloppy… but not the worst I've seen. Put in the effort and I should have no issue teaching you." I brighten a little at her words. She'll be tough but there may be a softer side yet.

…I was wrong. She was a harsh teacher and now I am laying on the ground unable to feel my own arms and completely exhausted. Ezio had watched the entire time as I learned to throw myself up onto handholds and literally had the hesitation beaten out of me. Hours of non stop climbing and she finally granted me mercy.

Ezio laughs lightly as he sits next to me, handing me a cup of fresh water. "She's a little rough around the edges but I'll be damned if she's not a good teacher."

"A little rough? I don't know if my poor muscles will recover from this." My whining only seems to amuse him farther.

"Drink, you have not had water in hours and it will help with the pain."

I grunt as I go to sit up but only make it an inch before returning to the cool stone floor. "Can't move. Too tired." Ezio rolls his eyes before taking me by the shoulder and pulling me up until I'm leaning against him.

"There, now drink. You'll feel better." I take the cup from his hand as he supports my weight with his arm slung over my shoulder. I did feel better as soon as the cool liquid hit my throat, and I finished the cup greedily. "Better amore?"

"Better."

"Good. I want to show you something. Are you able to move freely?"

I glare up at him. "Am I able to move freely?" He laughs at my snide remark.

"Please. I promise it will be worth it." The way he looked at me with that smile made my heart skip a beat.

"...fine" I mumble, and his smile grows ear to ear.

"Va bene!" He wastes no time lifting my tired body from the ground and onto my feet. We walk a little ways as I slowly get feeling back in my limbs. Eventually we get to a church like building and stop. I look at him and wonder what he's up to. "I'm sorry bello but you're going to have to climb one last time." He said softly.

I look at him in betrayal and disbelief. "You want me to climb?". I look from him to the building and back to him. Every passing moment I feel my arms grow heavier in dread. "How many times will you break my heart fantasma." He stifled a laugh at my pleading.

"I promise amore, it will be worth it. Will you do it for me?" When he looks at me so gently I know I am defeated. I let out a sigh.

"Lead the way." I gesture towards the building as he smiles.

The climb up was slow going but faster than I would have done before. Even exhausted I can tell I've improved. Ezio stops every few feet to make sure I haven't slipped or have gotten stuck. He offers his hand a few times but now I'm too stubborn to take it. I'll prove I can do it on my own and that I'm skilled enough to stay by his side. The last time I pushed his helping hand away I noticed his eyebrow furrow under his hood. I don't have time to focus on that though while I'm trying not to fall to my doom.

Finally I made it to the top, Ezio already waiting for me. He sits on a ledge and pats the tile beside him and I gladly join.

"I'm glad I was able to make it before my arms gave out." My snide comment earns me a sly smile. I close my eyes as i catch my breath.

"As am I."

"I hope this is worth it, Ezio."

"As do I." If I wasn't so tired maybe I would have caught the hint of nervousness in his voice. He wraps his arm and shoulder cape around me as I lean against him. "Look". I slowly open my eyes and see the sky alight with pinks and orange painted over a blue canvas. A stunning sight shining over the city and reflecting off her many waterways.

"Amazing…" I'm enthralled by the sunset this high over the city. I can't even hear the people on the street from this distance. It's only me, Ezio, and the setting sun.

I am taken from my thoughts when I feel a rough calloused hand gently cup my cheek and turn my head. I'm pulled close as I come nose to nose with my long lost paramore. His sharp eyes searching my face for any sign of doubt before slowly leaning in planting a tender kiss on my lips. The kiss was soft but with a smoldering ember underneath, like trying to hide a desperate flame. It felt like my skin was on fire with excitement and want. My head felt fuzzy and unable to think straight, however the feeling was not unwelcome. When finally we broke the kiss Ezio's eyes were shining brighter than the sun itself, and I'm sure mine were the same.

Long after the sun had set we stayed there, unmoving, simply enjoying the comfort of each other's presence. I look towards the ground below deep in thought. The day had been exhausting both physically and emotionally. I can't help but let a yawn escape my lips.

"I think it's time we find somewhere for you to rest amore. You have had a long day." He offers me his hand and this time I take it. He helps me to my feet and steadies me on my shaky legs.

"I don't think I have the strength to climb down…" I say quietly, guilty of my own weakness.

"Do you trust me?" I nod my head without hesitation and he smiles at me. "Then relax and close your eyes one last time." His voice is low and reassuring. I close my eyes as he wraps both of his strong arms tightly around me, holding me close to his chest. I feel my feet lift off the ground and the wind rush past me. The free fall felt like an eternity yet I still felt safe. The next thing I knew was Ezio underneath me in a cart of hay. He's got a giant smile on his face as he looks up at me. His smile is bigger than I've ever seen and for once I can't tell what he is thinking.

Bastardo. Bastard

Amore. Love

Va bene. Okay/ all right

Bello. Handsome/pretty/nice

[fellowhuman-being]

Can i ask why you're so attached to this "ship" ? i worry for your mental health. It's kinda creepy how you live trough these people that are obviously living a life you know zero about....

My mental health? Lol, maybe my mind is the most dangerous place on earth.Your question is so difficult to answer for me because it's really personal. I don't reallt share this to anyone, but I made an essay about it. Don't judge. My ex was a Camren shipper and I shared this personally only to my ex. So, now I'm making it public by answering this question. Here is the answer why I'm so attached to Camren.Whenever I see them looking at each other, I see that their eyes exude love. I've never seen such a pure and true love, not even in how my parents look at each other. They look so happy together (this is apart from the current condition where Camila is not 5H anymore). And that's the kind of love that I wanna have, feel, and experience. I wanna have that kind of love.I know Camren shippers are delusional and I am one of them, so I am delusional too. But sometimes fantasy is more beautiful than reality. Do you know that quote that says, "If Camren isn't real, then we have created the most beautiful love story."? I agree with that. That's the kind of love that we want, that we adore, that we admire. It's like we see and believe that their love is an ideal love, that they are soulmates.Being a Camren shipper means that I like reading Camren fanfics. I'm sure you do as well. We know that it's a fanfic. A fiction.. But sometimes it feels like a reality. We cry when the plot goes to a sad ending. We cry when something bad happens to one of them or even both of them. We are broken hearted whenever their relationship doesn't work out in the story. But, we smile a lot whenever we read that Camren is joking around in their conversation. We are excited when there is a progress in their relationship, either it's a love confession or a kiss or a sex scene. It's only a fiction, which is NOT real. But in our minds, we create such a place where Camren is real. It's delusional, yes. As if things that happened in the fanfic literally happened in real life. All of our emotions that come out when we read the fanfics are those which are developed from us believing that love is like a roller coaster, and if something happens to that beautiful love, we will be sad too. It's amazing how our minds (which believe that Camren is real and maybe even believe in such a true love) can control our emotions, isn't it?That's what happens with me too. I believe that Camren's love is an ideal love. A love that is perfect, pure, and genuine. And I adore that kind of love and I wanna have that kind of love. But you know the term that perfection is unattainable, right? Their love is not perfect. If they trully love each other, then with all the things that happened in the past and right now, I believe that their love is also really complicated. I have this kind of belief that "Your words reflect what you feel or what's on your mind." Their postings on tumblr, twitter, instagram, and how they interact with each other these days just show how complicated their relationship is, whether it's a friendship or literally in a relationship. If that's the case, then they are really strong because they get through every gossip, assumptions, drama cold-headedly. Have you realized that? LET'S SAY, they are really in a relationship, then don't you think it's really hard not to interact in public, even just to look at each other? They do that for these past 2 years though. I mean, whatever the reasons are, but they being able to get through that shows how strong they are. EVEN IF they are just best friends, it's STILL hard not to interact with each other as if you don't know each other. They are really strong.With that being said, even such a beautiful love is really complicated. Like I said, "Perfection is unattainable." For me, their love is like a fantasy love, something that you wanna reach, but it's really difficult to get there. Well, fantasy is more beautiful than reality. Reading fanfics (which for me is a fantasy world where I can just drown myself in the story of such a perfect love) is actually self-destructive. We create something in our minds that don't even exist! It even hurts me reading Camren fanfics. I cry even when the story is a happy scene. But why do I keep doing it? Because if I could turn back time, then I would like to change my love story to Camren's love story, a beautiful love story full of such a pure and true love. If I had been given a chance to change my love story, then I would like to write a story where Camren existed in it. To put it in a nutshell, I would like to have a love story like Camren's love storyThere you go, anon. This is a piece of my personal rambling to my ex that I never shared to anyone. So, you've got the privilege to crack it open.Tbh, we don't know shit behind closed doors. We never know what happens off-camera. We know nothing about their lives. Apart from Lauren's tweets recently (bcs I'm gonna post that on another post), whether Camren is real or not, I believe in true love and soulmates. So whenever I see them syncing, looking at each other, describing each other, hugging each other, smiling to each other, I see love and I smile so much because it makes me happy. If you think from another point-of-view now, you know that (well, now that Camren shippers have become Laucy shippers), 90% of the fandom are Camren shippers, right? And I think there are a lot out there who are Camren shippers, but are NOT harmonizers or part of the fandom. In this fucked up world where people kill each other, bully each other, hate each other, and so on, don't you think it's beautiful how the world admire such the kind of love? Cause for me, it is. It makes me believe that everyone in this world has that piece in their little hearts that crave for love, and that's what they see in Camren