#ezio x you

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ezio auditore x shy!fem!reader ?

Il Dottoressa

Pairing: AC2!Ezio x ShyFem!Reader

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

Warnings: non-canon compliance, non-history compliance (i had to adapt), LONG ONE-SHOT, no description of reader, FLUFF, blood, injuries, italian translated using translator

Author's Notes: hii, thank you so much for requesting <3! i hope you enjoy reading it because i had tons of fun writing it! just a reminder: my requests for ezio are still open! click here for more info!

You should consider yourself a lucky woman. Your father Giuseppe was a man of Science, a doctor who always cared about your well-being and education, especially after your mother's death. He didn't obligate you to wed or have kids like most parents.

For him, for you to carry the family's legacy was to become a doctor. So you did your best to learn as much as possible, in secret. To the rest of society, your father suggested you be portrayed just as his errand daughter. Nobody knew the full extent of your abilities. So you advised treatments, assisted your dad in the shop he had, and turned out to be every child's favorite doctor. They were easier to talk to than most adults. You meet Ezio on your first day alone at the shop. Your dad had to help a patient with an urgent matter in another town and gave you clear instructions on how to proceed.

"They will try to bargain but do not drop the price too much. Let them think they got a deal."

The day went by relatively easy. Two regular clients pass by to get some medicine and talk a little. After a few hours of boredom, you open a book and let your eyes wander through the pages. Your dad may allow you to help with surgery next time if you gather more knowledge. You also needed to focus on having a steady hand...

"Scusi."

Startled by the sudden voice, you held your book close to your chest so it wouldn't fall. When you turn around, you immediately recognize the man: Ezio Auditore. Your dad had alerted you about him: the questionable man with a white robe and hood that always paid the total price. Your dad ordered you not to over-extend the conversation with the strange man. Your attention goes to his arm, where he was holding a torn, bloody sleeve. You don't need to predict he will ask you for a curative. You point to the chair, and Ezio sinks into the chair.

You get some alcohol and some clean cloths. You have no reason to be afraid or nervous; you are in the middle of town, and the man won't do anything. And now, most importantly, he was a patient.

Ignoring your internal concerns, you focused on working. His torn sleeve was soaked with blood, but you no longer saw any blood dropping out of the cut, so you concentrated on cleaning the blood from the injury with alcohol. Like most people, Ezio didn't react to the pain, so you continued. Then you begin to wrap his arm in a bandage. That cut had to be done with a sharp spear.

"Where is the other Signore that stays here?" Ezio asked, his voice sounding tired.

"My father had business somewhere else," You responded, focusing on finishing the bandage. When you are done, you make sure it was all secured. Looked perfect.

"So I won't lose my arm anytime soon, Signorina?" Ezio attempted to joke, giving you a faint smile, and you ignored him. You placed your stuff on the shop's cart and waited as he checked your work.

"Grazie. I haven't seen any women doctors around town. What is your name?"

"It will be 30 florins, Signore."

"Va bene," Ezio put the money in your hand, and you counted. It seems he gave you an extra five florins. He was already gone when you lifted your head, disappearing in the middle of the people. You want to call his name and catch up to him, but you shake your head. He either purposely did that, or it was just a mistake. 

After that day, your dad decided you could stay in the shop alone. You were so excited and thrilled. Your dad could now go to another town as a doctor while you cared for his business. 

You glow with pride and happiness. You see Ezio Auditore once or twice, jumping around buildings, doing who-knows. He didn't seem to notice you, which you thanked mentally. You had asked your dad what exactly Ezio was doing, and your dad affirmed it was neither your business nor his to know, it just looked dangerous. Ezio only appeared in his shop with parts of his body hurt, cut, bruised, or broken more than the average person. As curious as you are to ask, you understand your dad is done with this conversation.

The next time you see Ezio, he has a dislocated shoulder. You try to give him something to bite, but he shakes his head, gritting his teeth. You want to ask how he got this, but it is not your place. When you pop his shoulder back into place, Ezio grunts. You recommend that he avoid using that shoulder for more vigorous activities. Ezio gives you a half-smile as if he knows something you don't.

"It will be 50 florins this time."

You feel he gives you more florins when he hands you the money.

"You are giving me too much, Signore."

"As a thank you. Can't I do that?"

You don't really know how to respond to that. It is his money. Extra money even. Before you can answer, he grabs your hand and kisses it lightly. You freeze in your spot, unable to move.

"Name is Ezio Auditore. Can you tell me yours?"

It is your first time giving a good look at Ezio Auditore. He seems to have brown hair. He has a scar across his lips, now with what appears to be a naughty smile, which just makes him more charming. He is staring at you, really staring at you. You want to protest, but your voice dies down your throat. You gulp, trying to find something to say, but nothing comes out.

"We shall see each other around, Dottoressa."

And you do end up seeing him, now what it seemed once at least every week. Ezio appears with a horrible bruise on his back and watches, delighted, as you look away, mortified, when he lifts his robe. He appears a few days later with a raspy cough. Then, comes back three days later, alleging he fell to his head and had a horrible headache. You want to ask him if there are no other doctors in town, but hold your tongue. And Ezio was sincerely trying to make you smile and laugh most of the time.

Like when he appeared with a bow attached to his back. You took it out carefully, ensuring you didn't hurt him too much or cause him to die. Besides, you were thankfully thanking his presence at this point: the rate Ezio got injured, he would end up being your first surgery.

"Does it look like I die today, Dottoressa?" He exclaims as you finish cleaning the hole. Why he has to say that in such a sexy way?

"Not today, Signore Auditore."

"Ezio," He corrects you, as the other times, and you roll your eyes, ignoring him. When you are done, Ezio gives you more money than he should.

"I should not go far, probably. I will get hurt and come here for you to repair me." You answer him with a half-smile, too nervous to say anything else. You know he is getting hurt on purpose; he probably knows that as well, and instead of sending him away, you continue seeing him.

"Oh, mhm, I almost forgot," Ezio taps his body, takes out a book, and handles it to you. It seems to be about different kinds of poisons and diseases.

"What is this?"

"For you, Dottoressa. I have seen you read books about it and presumed you would like it."

You are surprised, flipping over the book with care. It looks expensive and updated. That would help you so much with your studies. You couldn't believe Ezio got you something like this.

"Signore Ezio, I can't accept it. "

"Per favore?" Ezio's voice sounds like he imploring, "You have done so much for me. It is the least I can do."

You want to say no and argue that he has already given you more money than he should, but Ezio appears so anxious for your answer. You feel the heavy book in your hands, and your desire gets the best of you. You nod, and Ezio's worried expression turns into a big smile.

"I will see you around, Dottoressa."

"Grazie, Ezio." You finally say when he is too far away to hear it.

After that, your relationship with Ezio got closer. Although you hadn't said your name, he seemed satisfied to watch you flustered when he called you "Mia Dottoressa favorita" or "Il Dottoressa Bella." Or when he continued to bring you more books. When you finally open them at home, they would have different flowers inside.

It wasn't hard to keep all of that hidden from your dad. Your father was out of town almost daily, traveling around Italy. It was also challenging to just not tell Ezio your name. Before, it was for your sense of security, but now, there wasn't much reason to keep it hidden. Ezio was nearly like a friend. Yes, he could be cocky and a little show-off, but he also had a gentle and entertaining side. He could listen to you speak for hours about how crazy the human body could be. He never interrupted you or seemed bored. On the contrary, it was like nothing else existed except for you. 

"Are you going to be a Dottoressa at the end?"

"Si, Signore Ezio. Your books are helping me a lot." You confessed, feeling breathless like always when he was around. Gathering all your courage, you finally ask him, "Can I ask you something?"

"Si?" Ezio's gaze looks full of hope.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to. Why are you always so hurt? Who are you fighting?"

Ezio ponders for a moment before answering.

"For mi familia. I would tell you more, but- " You certainly felt like you shouldn't have asked now. Idiota, you think.

"Well, if that might help you... I am your Dottoressa after all."

"Oh, you are my Dottoressa?" The way he emphasized the word my! You wish a hole had just opened in the ground so that it could eat you as a whole. This was something regular now: Ezio always says or does something to leave you without words. One of those days, you will gather all your courage and do the same to him. 

But until then, you are happy that Ezio sticks around. Always afraid he will be one of these days badly hurt, and you won't be around to help him. You could only hope he would always come back to you.

EPILOGUE:

You are almost home when a few guards rush in your direction, screaming and pointing at the sky. With your heart shrinking, you look up, wishing that Ezio is safe tonight. Almost at your door, you hear a loud thumb next to a haystack pile. Looking around and assuring there is no one, you investigate the origin of the noise. To your surprise, you see Ezio badly injured. You run to kneel at his side, checking the extension of his wounds. It doesn't look well.

Merda merda.

"Ezio? Can you hear me?" He is semi-conscious, his eyes struggling to stay open. You can hear more guards getting close. With no choice and all your strength, you pull his body towards the haystack, hiding and praying that the guards won't see the trail of blood behind you.

The guards finally arrive, and your heart bumps against your chest as they investigate everywhere. You feel Ezio's rapid breath as you lightly place your hand on his chest as if keeping you there alive with you.

Ezio moans low, and you bend to his ear, whispering frantically.

"Shhh, I am here, Ezio, it is me. We will be okay."

When the guards finally leave, after what seems to take an eternity, you leave the haystack pile, making sure no one is around. Not hearing anyone, you hurry back to Ezio, attempting to make him fully conscious.

"Ezio, per favore, you have to focus on me. On my voice. We need to get you out of there, we need to bring you inside!"

"Dottoressa?" His voice sounds so weak it just breaks your heart. You hold his cheek, and his skin feels hot. A fever? What if he has been poisoned? You have to get him in your house, but you are afraid to pull him, and he dies, afraid you might be found by the Guards, and he dies. 

There is no time for this, Dottoressa. This is your patient, and you better save him. 

You pull Ezio's body with your arms to your house entrance. With difficulty, you place him on an old sofa-like, not caring about the mess. With not a lot of options, you rip his destroyed robe and his shirt. At this point, Ezio is shaking with cold, despite his body being extremely hot. You start disinfecting his injuries, checking how bad they are. It doesn't seem that he was punctured. While you clean, you notice the rest of his body for damages. You take his boots out, and with hands shaking, you rip his pants. Praying mentally for no injuries, you cut until his upper thigh. Nothing. Relieved, you focus on his head, letting go of his ponytail. No extensive injuries. Good. You continue cleaning and give him some medicine for his fever, covering his body with a clean sheet.

You let yourself get distracted by how long his hair is. You always theorized it was much shorter. You pass your finger through his hair, and Ezio lets out a long sigh. 

You know the following hours will be crucial. Ezio might react badly; you must stay awake if he needs you. If he was poisoned, he might respond during the night. You bring a chair close to Ezio, watching him peacefully sleep. You implore him to survive. You plead for him to be healthy. 

When Ezio wakes up in the morning, he is immediately aware of being in a strange house, not a cell. He tries to move, but his body just hurts so much. Last night, when he was on his way to see you with a small cut on his finger, he ended up getting in the middle of a mess. After fighting his way out, he was still followed. Tired and exhausted, he didn't know the extent of his injuries until he passed out and fell from the top of a building.

He examines around, finding you sound asleep in a chair. How he ended up there? Ignoring the pain in his body, Ezio sits down, roaming his eyes through his body. It could have been worse. He lifts the sheet, notices you cut his pants down and chuckles low. That seems to wake you up, and Ezio feels slightly guilty about it. 

"Dottoressa?" He calls you. You promptly get up, touching his head and arms to check for any signs of fever. Looks normal. You were glad you didn't choose the leeches last night.

"How are you feeling, Ezio?"

"I am fine, probably thanks to you. How?"

"I heard something falling from a building last night. When I went to check, I saw you badly injured. Had to hide in a haystack while the guards were looking for you. Brought you here and kept an eye on you for the rest of the night."

"How come if you have slept, Dottoressa?" He jokes, and you laugh, glad to see him alive.

"Now I owe you my life. How much is this even going to cost me, Dottoressa? Am I going bankrupt?" Ezio questions in a teasing tone.

"N-no? I am just glad you are alright, Ezio. I was so afraid last night that you were going to di-"

"You saved me, mia bella. Just to prove you should be my particular Dottoressa. Not anybody else's. Mine." He provokes you again, confident that you wouldn't answer.

"Do you want me? To be just yours?" It is funny to watch Ezio lose all the color on his face. For the first time, he is the stunned one, left without an answer, "What happened, Ezio Auditore? Is something wrong with your tongue? Should I check for you?"

You don't know if it is last night's stress or Ezio looking like he is losing his mind, but you laugh until your belly hurts. Ezio is confused at first but smiles, understanding your joke.

"Very good, mia cara. Very good. Joking with my feelings like that. I could have died last night, you know."

Cleaning the tears in the corner of your eyes, you pull your chair close to his. Ezio observes, curious, while you grab and hold his hand into yours.

"I wasn't joking when I said I could be yours."

Your confession makes Ezio's mouth drop slightly, but he quickly recomposes himself. He cleans his throat, with his other free hand calling you closer. You get up from the chair, your legs shaking, and he starts by caressing your chin. You close your eyes, and Ezio follows his touch to your cheeks and lips. He traces your lips with his fingers, admiring you as the most beautiful piece of art he has ever seen.

You melt in his arms when he brings you closer and finally kisses you. Holding into his shoulder gently, you kiss him back, letting yourself fully stroke his hair. Ezio's hands are placed on your cheeks. When you two finally break apart, you are both breathless, wishing for more. Your heart, your soul, asks for more.

"Dottoressa.."

You shake your head, smiling, and finally tell Ezio your name.

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Prompt: 4. “Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?” || Nice action ||

Character: Ezio Auditore da Firenze || Modern Ezio ||

Fandom: Assassins Creed

Ezio was a notorious flirt, the man would hit on just a lot anything with a pair of tits and nice legs. That was until he met you. It’s not like he stopped his flirting oh no, he just focused all that attention on you. The man never caring whet the setting or place might be. The man seemingly getting worse when you had gotten married though it seemed to get worse around Christmas. The assassin doing whatever it took to place affectionate kiss on you.

Wrinkling his nose, the man couldn't help but feel a little jealous watching you and his son. The three year old was clinging to your legs and he couldn't help but wonder if he was like that as a child. Stiffening for a moment he quickly adjusted his tie watching you place kisses over the boys face, the child squealing in happiness. Grinning he stepped closer to you, his hands placing themselves on your shoulder gently, his sons eyes lighting up once he caught sight of him.

"Papa!."

Stepping away, Ezio quickly caught his son. The little boy hugging him tightly as he babbled on about his letter to Santa but the man was having trouble focusing from how beautiful you looked, you seemed to glow in the lights of the Christmas tree. Nearly forgetting his train of thoughts, Ezio gave you a broad smile.

“Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?”

Blinking, you paused for a moment then let out a soft laugh as you stepped close to your husband. Shaking your head you gave his cheek a kiss. "Better?"

"Not exactly what I had meant Mi Amore I am sure you can make it up for me in the bedroom, yes?"

"Sure" Rolling your eyes you then grasped your coat. "Shall we head out?"

Tipping his head, Ezio couldn't help but smile at the night he planned for you.

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I love you but you're under arrest! I'm afraid that writing Erotic love God!Ezio story that doesn't include smut is illegal. It's an offense against of all the fangirls in the horny jail.

GODS AU

notes: you are absolutely right! I wanted to experiment a little with sex pollen in this one bc I've been wanting to write some smut with it for a while and it fit the whole mythology vibe hehe

warnings: NSFW content, smut, sex pollen, vaginal fingering, oral (fem receiving), riding, god kink (if that's a thing)

Prati Aurea (Golden Meadows)

Realm of the Gods under the sun, the world remains in an eternal state of sunset. Each God in this domain has their own designated home upon white clifftops which stand scattered around the realm.

Desire’s Breath

Ezio: God of erotic love (also discovery and kindness)

You were still very new to the Prati Aurea, the realm of the Gods under the sun, but you had slipped into a routine of waking early to tend to an altar in the grand temple that rested at the very centre of the realm, upon the highest cliff face (you were beyond grateful for the platforms that would rise and fall as a means of transport near each steep rise in the earth or else you were certain the journey would take hours and destroy your legs). It brought you some peace to do something so habitual and familiar in this strange new place. 

It was far grander than any building that you had ever set your eyes upon: the pillars upholding it were carved with various stories of the gods under the sun that moved to display their tales upon the marble. The ceiling was covered in paintings of the Gods and any other being featured in their stories which would change depending on which deity was more dominant over the calendar at that time. There were various stained glass windows that painted the temple in a rich kaleidoscope of colours at all times in the eternal state of sunset, windows with corresponding colours to their gods would cast their hues over the altars of their deities. 

One particular morning, you made your way to the temple to tend to the altar as usual, getting to work on cleaning up the ashes of incense and replacing some candles that had burned to their ends, when you noticed someone had left a new offering. To the left of the altar, poking out from a bouquet of dried roses was a glass dome. You dragged it closer to the front of the table, being mindful to not knock off a bowl of amber stones in the process. Inside appeared to be a lily, buried in a small pot of soil that was covered in a glassy mosaic of two lovers in bed. Considering that you had been a priestess to the God of love – particularly erotic love, mind you – for the most part of your life, you didn’t bat an eye at the image. You carefully removed the dome to examine the flower. It was in full bloom and its petals were the colour of a cold sunrise, streaked by warmer oranges and it almost seemed to glow. Some of the pollen around it lingered in the air and you couldn’t help but draw closer to it as it seemed to glitter and glow in the rich red light that was streaming in from the stained glass above you. 

It seemed to withdraw into itself and your brow furrowed as you brought your face even closer, watching the colours on the petals pulse towards the centre before a plume of pollen was spat at you and you quickly withdrew with scrunched eyes, wiping your fingers under your eyelids before opening them again and grabbing the glass dome, slamming it back down over the flower and returning it to the spot where you had first found it by the roses and amber. 

“No need to be rude.” You chastised it before trying to smear some of the glittering pollen away from your face, only to realise it was incredibly sticky and you were, in fact, just spreading it over your skin more. You pulled a face and got to lighting incense and candles, saying your prayers and then leaving, satisfied that it was a well-maintained altar. 

You made your way back to the lavish home of Ezio – you were still getting used to the idea of living in a God’s home – and began to feel very hot. You wondered if maybe it was the sun: you had only been here for a short period of time and heard that the seasons didn’t exactly change here: constancy, just like the immortality of the gods. As you walked through the meadow plains back towards your new home. Your eyes skimmed over the poppies and foxgloves around you and you realised that you were more out of breath than usual and the sheer amber fabric of your flowy dress felt uncomfortable against your skin, particularly your breasts and hips. You pulled your hair away from the back of your neck, laying it over your shoulder in the hopes that the breeze against the bare nape of your neck would help you to feel cooler but it only made you grit your teeth in a want to have a hand carding through your tresses or tugging against them. 

You had been living with a sex God and had been busying yourself so much while trying to settle in that you were just a little sexually frustrated - anyone in their right mind would be, you reasoned. As you stood agitatedly on the platform that rose you up the steep cliff face that Ezio’s home was built upon, you fiddled with the straps of your dress and let them fall past your shoulders, feeling a little less restrained in it but no less hot. You shuffled on your feet, pressing your thighs together and wanting little more than to go to your ridiculously large bed to satiate the ache between your legs. As you descended the small steps from the platform onto the path, you almost gasped at the feeling of your wetness laddering between your legs as it dribbled down your thighs. You swallowed hard, knowing that something was amiss - yes, it was fair enough for you to be sexually frustrated, but to be this turned on? You had never felt so wet in your life, nor so hot and you fought the urge to scratch the skin from your body. 

You caught sight of the pool that sat a little distance away from the stairs which led up to the grand entrance of Ezio’s residence: it was merely decorative and various red flower petals floated upon its surface, much like the one at the temple you had run before you died. Absolutely panting for breath and feeling light headed, you kicked off your shoes and didn't bother with the rest of your clothing before plunging into the shallow depths, the water lapping around your hips and you shivered at its cold temperature for a moment, submerging yourself entirely and pushing your hair away from your face as you resurfaced. You slumped against the edge of the pool, folding your arms over the tiles and resting your head against them, still feeling impossibly hot. 

The sound of nearing footsteps only irritated you and you buried your face in the crook of your arm. 

“You don’t look too comfortable there, little priestess.” Ezio’s familiar voice filled your ears - typically, you adored hearing his low timbre but now it only made the ache in your core that much more intense and you scowled against the crook of your elbow. 

“I think I’m getting sick.” You replied in a huff and you could feel his shadow blanket you as he knelt down. You bit back a desperate whine as all you could think about was his body pinning yours down as he brought you unimaginable pleasure that only he would be able to provide. 

“That’s not possible. The dead cannot fall ill, you are an immortal soul now.” His palm pressed to your forehead and you had to bite back a moan at feeling his cool skin against yours, how you’d love for his hand to slide down and cup your jaw as he kissed you dizzy. 

“Then why do I feel so hot?” You whined as you looked up at him for the first time and you watched as his expression quickly changed from concern to amusement, trying and failing to hide a smile. “What?!” You exclaimed exasperatedly, wanting to know what could possibly be so funny about your current condition when you felt as though you were about to burst. Your eyes fell closed with delight as he ran his finger along the bridge of your nose – what you would do to feel such a caress on any other part of your body. You opened your eyes once more when he pulled his hand away and you watched him rub his index finger and thumb together before pulling them apart to reveal a string of pale, glimmering gold between them. Had you really been walking around with that pollen on your face? You thought you had rubbed it off. 

“I think I see what’s going on here.” His fingertips caressed from your wrist to your shoulder, stroking against your pulse and causing you to tilt your head with a soft moan to allow more of his touch. “You came across a desire’s breath lily today, didn’t you?” Your face would have blanched if not for the fierce blush across your cheeks that you couldn’t shake. 

“I thought those were made up! That they were just supposed to serve as a metaphor for the nature of desire in the stories!” There was a chuckle from Ezio who pulled a whimper from your lips when his fingers traced beneath the traditional silver necklace that you wore as a symbol of your priestess status. 

“For the humans of your world, perhaps it serves as a metaphor, but in this realm they are very real and I can assure you that the lily nymph in that story did, in fact, make that human need to be satisfied for almost three days straight when he wandered into this realm.” Your eyes could have dropped out of your skull with how much you widened them. 

“I won’t have to go for that long, will I?” You were sure that three days of doing nothing but have sex would kill you with exhaustion - you may no longer be restrained by your mortal body but you had never done sucha  thing before and you had no doubt that such an act was a mere trifling for the God of sex. 

“No, I’m assuming you were only exposed to a small dose of pollen as you’re not utterly covered in it.” He replied and you sighed in relief, both from the information and the way that his hand had slipped past the neckline of your dress to grope your breast so casually as you spoke. “Would you like my hel-”

“Yes please!” You exclaimed before he could even finish the sentence and your eagerness made him chuckle as he scooped you from the water, lifting you bridal style in his arms. You reached up to tangle your fingers in his dark hair, working on the red tie that kept it swept back as you pulled him into a messy kiss. He swallowed your moans and you readily allowed his tongue past your lips. 

Your wet hair stuck to the silken red sheets beneath you as Ezio dropped you to his bed. If you thought that your bed was ridiculously large, Ezio’s made it seem like a cot. You were sure that it was so large because he was rarely alone in it and likely had various lovers at once in here. You were quick to begin gathering up the flowy skirt of your sheer dress, heavy with the weight of the water soaking it, bunching it at your hips as Ezio was pushing your knees apart. You bucked your hips towards him in desperation and he licked his lips at the sight of how bare you were beneath the dress – you had quickly learned from the lack of them in your dresser and wardrobe that undergarments were typically forgone in this residence. He brought his hand between your legs to run two fingers along the outside of your folds, making you feel how utterly dripping you were as the entirety of your cunt was already smeared in your wetness. You clamped a hand over your mouth at the loud moan that left your lips, surprising you in its volume. Your breasts heaved with each anticipatory breath as he teased you and you struggled out of your soaked dress, wishing now that you had stripped before getting in the pool. 

He watched you try to claw off the dress and smiled in amusement for a moment before reaching up to help you out of it, tossing it into the floor and you would have giggled at the comical slap of the wet fabric against the tiles if not for your utterly desperate state of arousal. Your head was swimming with need and you keened at the feeling of Ezio sinking his middle finger into your entrance with no resistance. 

“Don’t need it, please.” You begged as you curled your hand into where his chiton was wrapped around his waist. 

“You don’t think that you need to be prepared before laying with the God of erotic love?” He raised a brow and curled his finger upwards, making you arch your back up towards him and you cupped your breasts in your own hands to try and ease how neglected they felt in comparison to your immense need. 

“Flower’s prepared me plenty.” You muttered in retaliation, hearing a chuckle from Ezio which only made you pout before your lips inevitably parted in a moan when he sank a second finger into you. 

“Oh, you’d be surprised.” He grabbed one of your wrists, pinning it beside your head as he leaned down to wrap his lips around the nipple that your fingers had just been teasing, making you throw your head back and writhe under him as his fingers began to pump in and out of you. You suddenly felt the size difference between the two of you as you felt full of his fingers, though that feeling waned and left you wanting for more, for something bigger, each time he stroked over your sweet spot, finding it each time with ease. His thumb came to press against your clit and your hips jolted as you released a drawn-out whine. 

“Oh my God.” You moaned out breathlessly, head swimming too much to form an actual sentence. 

“Hm, yes, I’m your God.” He murmured against your chest as he nudged your hand away to give your other breast equal attention, “Pray to me some more.” You had spent countless hours of your life praying to the God who currently had his fingers inside your dripping pussy and yet you had never truly entertained the idea of praying to or worshipping him in this context when you had been alive – back then it had seemed so impossible. Yet here, in this world, in this privileged state of death that you were granted, it was a reality. You opened your mouth to beg for him faster, harder, and he seemed to know it before you even did for, as you were mid-way through the thought, he did just that. Could he read your mind, as a God? You would ask him later. 

He leaned upwards to kiss you again and you noted the shared taste of pollen on yours and his lips, driving you wild with need but he still seemed rather composed – as composed as someone could be with their fingers inside an utterly debauched looking woman in the privacy of their bedroom. 

“You don’t… seem very affected by…” 

“These flowers were born of my blood, they have no effect on me.” You could recall the story: a more tragic tale where he was tricked by a lover who seduced and attacked the God of love to retrieve an enchanted set of armour for the God of the sun – the lilies had grown upon the soil where Ezio’s blood had been spilled. Oh, and that hero who had been sent by the God of the sun? He never made it out with the armour which is likely why a statue wore it so smugly at the head of the dance hall in Ezio’s home. 

“Great.” You whined out, feeling pathetically desperate for his touch, his mouth, anything. 

“You doubt my stamina?” There was an amused smile on his face and the question was punctuated by the heel of his palm slamming into your clit with the following thrusts of his hand against your cunt, making you cry out and tangle your fists in the sheets. 

“N-ne… ever…” You managed out between moans as you felt yourself on the brink of orgasm. Your body shuddered as he curled his fingers upwards more firmly, pressing down harder on that sweet spot with each push-in and withdrawal of his fingers from inside you. 

It wasn’t long before you were seeing stars and your body was writhing in utter bliss. You whimpered when Ezio withdrew his fingers, suddenly feeling empty even though he had waited for the perfect time, letting you ride out your orgasm. You were absolutely ravenous for more of him, the pollen from the flower puppeteering your desire right back to its peaks. 

You pulled the red tie from his dark hair, letting it fall loosely as his tongue lapped slowly at your drenched slit and you tried to pull him closer, to coax him to give you more, but it was fruitless as he continued to tease you with kitten licks. 

You kept your grip on his hair and set your knee against his shoulder, pushing with all your weight to flip him onto his back, sitting upon his face and pushing your hips down against his mouth, having much more control of the pacing. 

“Naughty little priestess.” He teased, though didn’t seem to mind your action much, his voice rumbling in his chest and you huffed before grinding your hips down against his face, showing him exactly what he wanted. His large hands came up to cup the softness of your ass, running his hands over plush flesh and squeezing as he set to work on teasing your clit, swiping the tip of his tongue over it a few times before setting his open lips over it and sucking down, making you arch your back and tilt your head backwards. 

Between your own wetness and that from Ezio’s mouth, your cunt was an utterly drenched mess and you found yourself practically riding his face as you chased your second release, heart hammering against your ribcage, the sound of your pulse in your ears almost drowning out how unabashedly you were moaning. 

He steadily built you up to your next orgasm and as you teetered on the edge, it felt as though he had been lavishing your clit with his tongue for hours and your body felt limp as you came, feeling how his tongue lapped against your entrance, drinking you up as though you were one of the fine wines you would leave at his altar. 

Your world flipped as you were thrown onto your back and you took a moment to reorient your senses before your hands flew forwards to the God’s body that was covering you, pulling at the red velvet that hid his most intimate areas from your searching eyes. You couldn’t hold back the moan you let out at the first sight of his cock: hard and leaking precum. You reached forwards to wrap your hand around it, pumping a few times and almost shuddering at the groans it pulled from the God above you. 

Your other hand came to his shoulder to pull him down over you, craning your neck up to crash your lips onto his as you guided him to your entrance. 

“Eager, aren’t you?” He mused with a smile on his lips as he pulled his upper half away from you, making you whine and he couldn’t help but hold back a laugh at the sight of the golden pollen shimmering across the centre of your face, knowing that you were currently a slave to your desires all because of a little flower. He ran his hands down the insides of your thighs before laying on his back, patting his hip twice to invite you onto his lap, “Why don’t you show me how much you want it?” You didn’t need to be asked twice as you were quickly and you quickly swung your leg over his hips, settling on his lap and humming sweetly at how you had trapped his cock between his abdomen and your slick cunt, grinding down on it for a moment to feel the bursting sensations of pleasure each time his head nudged against your clit. 

His hands curled around your hips to guide you upwards and you reached down to teasingly pump his cock a few times before guiding it into you, throwing your head back and biting your lip to stifle a moan at how full he made you feel as you slowly took each inch in. It made you realise how beyond ready that pollen had made you, dripping down his length and making a wet mess where your bodies met. Impatient, you quickly got to work on setting up a steady pace, drawing your body away from his until only the head of his cock was buried into your cunt and then taking all of him in again. Your nails raked down the hills of his abs as you increased your speed, seeing how Ezio’s eyes were fixed to the way your breasts moved with each heaved breath and thrust of your hips. 

You let out a small yelp the first time he pushed his hips up to meet yours as they fell down, large hands curling around your hips as he continued to do so, hearing the slap of your skin meeting each time he did. “That’s it, little priestess, fuck yourself on your God’s cock.” His words went straight to your core. You leaned forwards onto your hands to support your weight as you felt that coil building up once more in your abdomen and you took a moment to ponder over how many times you would need to come before that pollen was flushed out of your system. 

Your hips stuttered as you came undone again and you whimpered at the sudden feeling of emptiness as Ezio pulled you from his lap. Your body was turned over and you turned your cheek to lay against the softness of the mattress as your hips were pulled up and you released a wanton moan at the feeling of being full again as Ezio bottomed out inside of you. You whimpered at the feeling of his hands clutching your hips and pulling them back in time to meet how he pushed into you with such a force that it almost left you breathless, hearing him groan as he watched his cock sink into you and the movement of your soft ass each time he did. 

“Need to cum again…” Was the only warning you could breathlessly let out as he pushed your upper half down firmly with a hand on your shoulder. Any other words became lost to you as you reached your high once more, head swimming with pleasure and feeling the stutter and still of Ezio’s hips against your as he finished within you. 

You laid there for a moment, legs collapsing under you as you caught your breath, feeling the mattress dip beside you. 

“You alright there, little priestess?” You heard his voice from beside you and you nodded your head, opening your eyes as you turned onto your side to face him, realising that he was handing you a silver, jewel-encrusted goblet. You gladly took it, propping yourself up on an elbow to take it, humming at the cool ice water in your mouth. 

“I have duties to attend to.” You sighed as you got up on steady, albeit shaky, legs. It was the truth, you had to connect with the priests and priestesses in the temples of the God of erotic love, you had taken to it when you realised that there were means of doing so from this realm, acting as a guide of sorts. 

“You should attend to them in the greenhouse.” The God mused as he reached for a bottle of wine that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. 

“Perhaps, that would all depend on whether or not I’ll encounter more desire’s breath lilies in the greenhouse.” You shot him a knowing look as you collected your wet dress from the floor, feeling how cold the water was against your skin. 

“You might.” He threw back with a devilish grin. 

“I don’t need any more pollen. Though, you can come and seek me out in the afternoon once I’m finished should you wish.” 

“I’m the God of sex, I’ll always seek you out to fulfil your desires, my little priestess.” You couldn’t bite back a smile as you made your way back to your room. 

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[ridingtorohan]

𓇻 ft. ezio auditore x civilian gn reader

𓇻 summary. There's just you, Ezio, and a slow, sleepy morning on a rooftop.

𓇻 content. platonic or pre-relationship. pre-Brotherhood.

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Soft strands of sunlight crests over the city walls, dusting over the roof slates in a golden sheen. It’s beautiful and tranquil, the starlight fading overhead into hues of gentle light. Early dawn has you feeling cold, a little uncomfortable under the brisk air. Monteriggioni feels quiet beneath the sway of your feet, the small city silent with sleep. Ezio barely breathes - and when he does, it’s relaxed, the motion slow. He’s, somehow, not quite what you imagined and yet everything all at once. Quiet. For all the charismatic clamor you see him with, he watches over the city with a sense of calm that Claudia has never spoken of.

Aristocratic nose, fine cheekbones and firm jawline, Ezio was without a doubt a cut of the finest cloth. Boisterous. Loud. Everything you’ve heard spoken about him - and even seen him act. This is a tender side you didn’t know existed, hidden beneath swaths of fine armour and silky fabric. Looking at him as you do now, his presence almost muted beside you on the rooftop, he seems more man than myth. Gentler, almost, even with the garment of metal strapped to his wrists.

Despite all the armour he typically wears, the imposing and broad figure he cuts, he’s everything but. You’ve seen him out and about, moving along the rooftops and city walls, scrounging for feathers - you still didn’t quite understand that— and tending to mundane jobs. He’s even swept out an arm to guide children back to their feet after a tumble to the street. Which happens a fair bit, even to a young child from your extended family.

Thing is, while it happens a fair amount - Ezio is there to stop it. Always visiting, moving between houses and tending to the people with a spirit and jubilance that you haven’t even seen the Lord cherish the town with. He loves it like his own, a home far from his birthright.

You don’t know much about Ezio’s past, only gleaned some of it from gossip and from Claudia. Even that isn’t enough. Enough would be to hear it from his own lips, to have the man himself explain. But, the strange thing is, despite all the good tidings he gives to the town, when he’s alone with you like this, he grows somber. A million miles away, lost in a world you can’t comprehend.

Other days it’s good. He tends to you like every other townsperson in Monteriggioni, making sure you have everything you need. You’re not even sure how spending time with Ezio like this even happened - what you did to make him choose you. There are many ladies who express an interest in him, many soldiers who want privy into his skills. But he chooses you, takes you for strolls and stops first thing at your market stall when new produce is brought in.

Today is not one of those days.

“I am sorry,” he says then, voice hard in the growing daylight. Not because he’s harsh - never is— but because that’s just how his words sound. “My mind is … quite occupied today.”

“It’s okay,” you breathe out, because it is. It’s okay. You don’t question where his mind goes.

There’s a long moment of silence before Ezio quietly elaborates, “It is close to my Christening day.”

“Oh-” You pause and consider his tone. “I’m sorry.”

His expression twitches then, mirth dancing in his eyes, dark eyebrows knitting together. A small smile plays across his handsome face, fingers spreading across his thigh. “Thank you.” He laughs, an unused sound that rests deep in his throat. “Ah, I’m sure you’ve already heard of Claudia arranging a party, no?” Your pinched expression gives you away and his laugh deepens, eyes turning away.

“She wanted it to be a secret-” You stop yourself there by instinct. But Ezio doesn’t interrupt, he never has. He’s attentive that way, always listening to what you have to say, even if it’s about the soil or the worms in your garden. “You weren’t supposed to know about it.” “She always tries to make it a surprise,” Ezio responds, eyes tender as he looks at you.

“And yet you know of it anyway.” There’s a twitch of his scarred mouth when you speak.

“Mm.” He gives a slow nod of his head, leaning back, brown hair moving from his shoulder to spill over his back instead. Ezio closes his eyes, the hazy sunlight moving across his face as it climbs into the sky. “Has anyone invited you?”

“The whole town is going.”

“Yes, I imagine.” Ezio laughs slightly then. “I’m inviting you as my guest.” It feels like it should be a profound statement - something awe inspiring or an utterance to make you gasp. It doesn’t. Instead, all you feel is a low seeping warmth that touches the tip of your toes. You look down, swaying you feet over the edge of the roof. Ezio isn’t saying it to be polite - there’s something about the way he speaks and acts with you that makes you feel like he’s genuine.

“Thank you,” you say after a moment. “That’d be great.”

Ezio says nothing to that, though you can feel his eyes turn from you back towards the city at your feet. An emotional eclipse washes over you and you’re left feeling cold. Every moment with Ezio is like this - inviting, like summer days and fireflies. Like he sees who you are and accepts it.

There’s nothing for a long moment, just you and Ezio and the slow march of time. Dew glistens on the lower tiles, the rough texture cold beneath your palms. “Thank you for going,” he says - and the way he says it makes it feel more profound than it originally sounds. Like it matters to him, like your presence is something he basks in.

You look at him, at his battle worn features, weary lines smoothing into something almost peaceful. He needs moments like this, you realize. Needs it like you do - the companionship, the ease from everyday life. The slow, quiet mornings, the yawning pull of life. An insurmountable, insignificant second of life - every second that amounts to something more. Because he exists, you exist, and this moment exists.

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” you promise, meaning every word of it. You enjoy these mornings with him just as much as he does.

#assassin's creed #ezio auditore #ezio auditore x reader #assassin's creed x reader #:// bros I CANNOT type Monte's full name for the LIFE of me #:// put a gun to my head challenge me to spell it and I will assuredly die #assassins creed imagine #assassins creed #assassins creed x reader #assassins creed scenario #ezio auditore scenario #:// can't stop won't stop writing soft comfort scenes for the men who had NO RIGHT TO GO THROUGH ALL THIS #reader insert #x reader #x female reader #x male reader #x gn reader #assassin's creed x you #ac x you #ac x y/n #:// call out to that one conezio fanfic where ezio hates his birthday #:// would ezio actually act like this? Who knows! I certainly don't #:// but I imagine ezio as being... prone to melancholy sometimes and yknow reader would feel ''safe'' to him #Queue

[eziosofia]

What is taught here?

ASSASSIN’S CREED: REVELATIONS (2011)

#acedit #gamingedit #dailygaming #videogameedit #assassin's creed #ezio auditore #sofia sartor #ezio x sofia #ac revelations #gaming #edits* #gifs* #sofia calling ezio an old snake and her little head tilt she's so adorable 🥺🥰 #me giffing random ezio sofia scenes when no one cares? more likely than you think! 😁 #they're so underappreciated when they're so cute 😢

[teecupangel]

man I know you've got a million what ifs and I don't expect you to spin this anywhere but I was just looking at some Yusuf fanart and wondering how Desmond would feel if he was reborn as Yusuf

It would be such a weird intersection of Ezio and Altaïr memories for him

and the twin pulls to go to Ezio and help him however he can, and the rancid bile that is Templars making their home in Masyaf

and of course the Petruccio problem, that Desmond feels like he took someone else's life, someone he knew enough to know he's not him, that he's an identity thief.

(And also the continued tragedy of Desmond being born in Ezio's era, but too late to help him in his youth.)

We can keep Desmond from going ‘fuck it’ and either joining Ezio or doing something about the Templars’ occupation in Masyaf thanks to Yusuf’s backstory of having no father and only having his mother raised him. His mother would be the only reason why Desmond continued to stay in Constantinople. Honestly, what we know of Yusuf’s life is from the novelization of the movie where his descendant relived his early years. From that though, we can get Desmond into accidentally creating a Brotherhood made up of street urchins. They’re more on the side of thieves than actual Assassins because Desmond focused on keeping everyone alive and healthy.

So when the Brotherhood heard of an organized Thieves Guild, Ishak Pasha is the one to look into it.

There, he meets up with Desmond (who goes by Desmond with only his mother being the one to call him ‘Yusuf’) and Ishak mistakes Desmond as one of the leaders’ main messengers.

Desmond didn’t bother to correct his misconception and lets Ishak watch them in action with Desmond talking to himself in 3rd Person much to the amusement of his fellow ‘thieves’. Ishak learns they call their leader ‘mentor’ and realized that a lot of them move like Assassins.

When he sees Desmond’s Hidden Blade which he had received from his mother a few years back, Ishak finally realizes that Desmond is the mentor.

After this, we can go either:

Desmond and his Brotherhood of ‘street rats’ are taken in by the Brotherhood for formal training or

Desmond and his Brotherhood remain to be a separate organization that are closely allied with the Brotherhood but do not bow to any mentor.

I feel like Desmond would pick to remain independent for various reasons but mostly, he decides to be independent because he doesn’t see himself as an Ottoman Assassin, clinging to his Levantine roots. Ishak might even think that Desmond was truly a descendant of a Levantine Assassin of old, maybe of even the great Al-

No.

Probably not.

With Desmond’s Brotherhood being an independent organization, he gets to train people he trust to keep his mother safe. Once he’s sure they’d be fine by their own, years have passed and Desmond…

Desmond knows Ezio would be making his way to Masyaf this year.

So…

He goes to Masyaf as well.

.

.

Okay, so we know that Desmond would searched for the Masyaf Keys as soon as he could and we can give him maybe most of them… except one. The key that seemed to have disappeared, most probably in Templar hands that Desmond is still searching for.

This way, we have an excuse for Ezio to go to Constantinople with Desmond after they cleaned up Masyaf.

Ezio tries to reason that even if they kill every single Templar in Masyaf, they’d just bring in more and finds Desmond’s insistence to clean up Masyaf as a fool’s errand. At the same time, he’s jealousy of the passion Desmond has for the Creed but worries of how Desmond seems to be stuck in the past as well.

Desmond would be a bit cagey of who he is but he’d tell Ezio that his name is Desmond. Ezio would be surprised but he wouldn’t believe Desmond is the same Desmond that Minerva talked about because, as far as he knew, Desmond was meant to be alive centuries from now. Desmond didn’t bother to tell him the truth. Not yet, anyway.

Maybe after they have said their goodbyes to Altaïr…

Maybe.

.

The Petruccio problem will definitely rear its ugly head every time his mother would call him ‘Yusuf’, the first time Ezio would learn his real name is ‘Yusuf’ and whenever he sees the Brotherhood have a different mentor instead of… the real Yusuf Tazim. 

That was also a reason why he decided that his Brotherhood (maybe we’ll name it the Brotherhood of Shadows? It would be funny if Desmond goes “we’re the Hidden Ones” without having any ideas that that was the original name of the Brotherhood) would work independently. He’s trying to step away from Yusuf Tazim’s footsteps, like an exact opposite of the initial plans of the Desmond Miles who became Petruccio Auditore. 

He wants to carve his own path because he believes he’d only be sullying Yusuf’s memories if he pretended to be him.

.

……… Wanna fuck with Desmond some more?

Of course you do XD

So…

How about Suleiman and Desmond actually meet and they sorta-kinda grow close in a ‘I think of you as a friend’ way for Suleiman and in a ‘I know you’re gonna be sultan later so I’m being nice to you’ way for Desmond.

But the more Desmond talk to Suleiman, the more he notices…

Suleiman sounds a lot like Malik.

And his memories of Malik make Desmond feel… a kinship with Suleiman that may or may not even be there. And Desmond is now worried.

That Suleiman would become the Lorenzo to his Giovanni and compromise them all.

(And yes, I did think of this because Suleiman and Malik have the same voice actor!)

#it’s still annoying that they got malik’s voice actor #but didn’t bother to add malik in any of altaïr’s memories #i feel like they planned to #but the yearly releases fucked with that plan #anyway #sorry for ranting in the tags #if you want to go rare pairing route #suleiman x desmond is definitely a left field pairing XD #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #yusuf tazim #suleiman the great #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #you might not expect much #but i will still do my best #because that's how i roll XD

[callmemrskenway]

* rises up from the death*

I A M A L I V E

Anyway, what would Ezio, Arno, Jacob and Altaïr be like as dads? How many spawns would they want?

Maybe Connor too since he's your favorite.

WAIT, YES, I LOVE DAD ASSASSIN'S CONTENT.

Ezio:

- Definetly would be considered one of the greatest dads on this list, like, family is so important to him and I can see him being a big family man.

- Would want 3 or 4 kids, if you're down for it. Hed just love have little versions of you and him just running around. Also any boys you have will be named after either his father or brothers🥺

- Definetly takes a page out of his father's book about raising his children. He's strict but not overly so, paitient with his children, and while be does have his flaws, wants to be a fair and just parent who can instill good morals and ideals into his children.

- Also would have to hide the fact he's an assassin but if he has important missions then he will go because it is his job and he absolutely hates leaving his kids so he comes back bearing gifts for you and your children. He hates leaving but it also motivates him to get the job done as soon and thoroughly as possible so he can be reunited with his family once again.

- As for the topic of your CHILDREN becoming assassin's, that is a tricky one. He'd like for them to carry on the tradition but he's fully aware that it's not the safest job out there and understands your concern so it will be something that you two kinda do kinda argue and go back and forth about but there is an agreement once they were old enough, they'd learn about their heritage and he'd give them the choice to or to not become assassin's.

Arno:

- A bit nervous compared to the others for a while, he questions whether if he's ready to be a father or not but then the moment he holds his child, all those worries wash away and he knows that he's gonna try his best to be the best damn father out there.

- Absolutely would want at least two kids at the max but one child would be fine with him as well.

- He also wishes for them to be well-educated as he was raised. He'd read to them from a very young age and they grow up with a love for books and knowledge which is absolutely his favorite thing about them. Though this does mean they most likely find out he's an assassin the older and older they grow up.

- NO BUT THEY'D BE JUST AS WITTY AS THEIR DAD. And that's be a nightmare to deal with because Arno was already really mouthy now imagine there are younger, even more unfiltered, versions of him. They've made grown men cry. They don't ever sass their dad as much though and if they try to, then he is not responsible for if they cry or not- (jk, he adored them but he will leave them speechless).

- Honestly I don't think he'd want them to be assassin's but like I said, he would raise children too smart for their own good and his so they'd definetly want to be assassins and who is he to deny them their birthright? He does feel proud when they don their robes the first time.

- Okay but when they're babies and they're babbling, he's one of those dad's who pretends to understand them because I genuinely think that'd be adorable.

Jacob:

- NO, HE'D ABSOLUTELY BE THE BEST DAD OUT OF EVERYONE ON THIS LIST, CHANGE MY MIND. When his child is born, he holds them Simba style over the Rooks in the pub and the Rooks are all cheering.

- Jacob doesn't doubt his abilities in fatherhood at the slightest, he didn't have the best relationship with his father and at this point, he mature enough to understand that it wasn't just his father's fault but his too so he hopes that he can prevent repeating history and instead of focusing on the past, just uses what he learned to raise his child and not fall into a cycle.

- HIS CHILD WOULD BE A GREMLIN I GARUNTEE IT. Jacob is a bit lax and doesn't put his foot down unless his child is doing something that's dangerous to him or other people but the small Frye would be dubbed as a menace and Jacob just says: "Oh, c'mon, its all in a little fun!" if it IS just harmless fun.

- Also would want 2 kids but also wouldn't mind just the one. He will convince his partner to give their child another sibling~ results in an eye roll and playful kiss from his partner but a gagging sound from his kid.

- This man would be so FUCKING SUPPORITVE. His child is training to be an assassin and they just get frustrated because they think they'll never be as good as their dad so Jacob comforts them and tells them that he KNOWS they'll be better.

- Jacob also would be of no help the moment his child learns a swear word. He's one of those people who find kids swearing funny so when they do it, he snorts and he apologizes to his partner but THEY'RE GONNA HAVE TO HANDLE IT BC HE'S TOO BUSY DYING OF LAUGHTER.

Altaïr:

- No but Altaïr is like a good dad but a disaster dad too if you get me? Like he is very devoted to his children and raising them but sometimes he just doesn't have a clue.

- A bit nervous to carry them because they cry instantly and he gets worried he's done something so his partner has him sit next to them and they just show him how to calm them down and when they are calm, he feels a bit better and relaxed with them in his arms.

- Would want them to be an assassin but he doesn't want them to be arrogant like him so yeah, he might push them a bit hard or be bit strict but he'd never go overboard. Plus, if his partner thinks he's being to strict then he will ease up by a lot. Tries his best to praise his child and encourages them not to give up afterwards though!

- At the end of the day, he doesn't just have his child to be born and raised as an assassin, he has a child because he's in love with his partner and now he has something to symbolize that love and joy he once thought was unattainable to him. I also don't think the amount of children matters to him that much at all.

- No but him when his kids are really little is so funny to me because he has no idea what he's doing and he'll carefully be observing them like its a mission and they're his target. His current objective is too catch his toddler who is currently running around the grounds naked because they don't want to take a bath and somehow slipped past Altaïr.

Connor:

- Okay but he is also visibly a big softy for his kids. Just the way he holds them for the first time, you can see his beautiful brown eyes fill up with nothing short of love and adoration for them.

- He'd probably want like 4-2 kids and all of them would inherit their tree climbing skills so when he calls them in, he hears giggling from the trees above him and he sighs upon realizing his kids are really about to make him come up there and catch them.

- He is very protective of them, like whenever they go play, he's always lurking somewhere nearby so if an animal or, heaven forbid, a person tries sneaking up on them with the intention to hurt them he just tackles them from the side and into the bushes and his kid just looks up and turns around but then shrugs it off.

- Would train his children to be assassin's but more importantly, HIM TEACHING THEM HOW TO STEER BOATS AND STUFF. Like just Connor holding one of his kids on his hip and telling them what everything does and his crew just casually taking orders from the Captain's kid because that's adorable-

- He doesn't like random people touching his children either though. Like he just gets very apprehensive. When his partner was pregnant, I can imagine people doing that thing where they touch their stomach without asking and Connor stops them by grabbing their wrist. But it doesn't go away as they grow older. Even if its a pat on the shoulder or ruffle of their hair, Connor will put them behind him and be all: "Please refrain from touching my child."

#Me: *nervously tries to necromance the ac fandom in hopes I get the characters right* #BUT THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST IT WAS A LOT OF FUN AND I LPVED IT! #Sorry if some parts are too ooc I am still getting used to them! #ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore #Arno Dorian #Arno Dorian x reader #Jacob Frye #Jacob Frye x reader #altaïr ibn la'ahad #altaïr x reader #connor kenway x reader #connor kenway #assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed

[itseivwhore]

♡ 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ♡

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

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

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

*˚ .♡⋆ﾟˊˎ -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's my girl"

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｡･:*˚:✧｡ Translations

° Amore mio bellissimo = my beautiful love;

° Piccola = baby;

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

#ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore x you #ezio auditore x y/n #ezio auditore fanfic #ezio auditore one shots #ezio auditore fic #assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed one shot #assassin's creed modern au #ac modern au #modern ezio auditore #valentine special #st valentines #valentine's week #modern ezio auditore x reader #assassin's creed fanfic #my writing

[whaleofatjme1920]

hi, els 🥰 i love how innovative your writing is (can i use that word?? I just feel like your fics are always really fresh sjksjksjk) this is a half request kinda thing and it's okay if you dont do it ofc but i figured I'd give it a shot since requests are open and you're willing to write for tall reader (BLESS) but can it be (characters of your choice) x a tall reader who talks big but is actually the most submissive person known to man? I'm trying to narrow down on characters but there are so many good ones you write for so i figured I'd let you chose and pray that you dont find it too annoying haha. Thanks!

Masky, Ghost, Ezio Auditore, and Miss Pauling with an “All Bark no Bite” SO

[GN!Reader, i don’t really describe any body for this one. Kept purposely vague.]

[Warnings: general smut. Slight degradation, more praise. Body worship. You know the drill. MINORS DNI]

[AN: you’re too entirely sweet to me, thank you!! you mentioned I could choose and forgot literally every fandom I have ever written for!! It’s rough out here when I choose. Anyways here’s this <3 sorry it takes me ungodly long to do these I’m so busy these days. ALSO it’s just a garden variety of characters that came to my head.]

Reblogs are appreciated!

Masky

Did you know he’s actually kinda short for men? He’s like 5’6-5’7! I’m keeping that here for this. So let’s pretend you’re 5’11 nearly 6’, just know you’re what people consider tall regardless of perceived gender.

Gods the playful arguments you two get into. It becomes unbearable at times. You have the most cocky personality a proxy has ever been gifted it’s UNREAL.

But he knows your secret. In the bedroom, you like being babied in a way. He’s gotta be your dom, always topping, making sure he treats you so well. You’ve even caved once due to his sickeningly sweet condescending words and called him ‘daddy’ just to get him to finish inside of you.

It’s such a pretty sight to see you on your knees sucking his cock like there’s no tomorrow. You’re allowed to use your teeth but just BARELY. And his praise is so good. You let him up so bad in public as you stand over him and talk huge game but one look from him in private and you’re melting.

Masky enjoys having that sense of power over you. It’s hot. He makes you worship his cock and you’ll do it because you’re a good pet, aren’t you? Of course you are. Be good pet and suck. Take it nice and slow, careful of your teeth! That’s right. Whole thing.

Ghost

Don’t know how it’s possible but you’re near his height. That doesn’t happen often. While his ego is… he does have an ego, he manages to hide it kind of. Well, he’s classy with it. You, however? Absolutely not. Ghost does like to hear you talk because he loves thinking of all the ways he’ll break it down later.

Sparring with him is fun, enough said. You bring such good energy, give him a genuine run for his money but he knows how you crumble behind closed doors. He can see you pinned underneath him, nails dug into his back as he pushes so deep inside of you that you can’t think of anything but how he fills you.

Will admit for him, it’s nice to have an equal in height partner because it’s easier to kiss you and just,,, be with you. People who are shorter make some positions really hard to do comfortably. Regardless, he’s still going to pick you up and manhandle you. He knows you like it.

Loves hearing you beg for him, especially after a really long day of you egging him on. You’re kind of a brat and think you can get away with it because you’re physically similar to him but that’s so far removed from the truth. He’s bent you over his lap and spanked you before, watching you heat up and pout as he disciplines you.

Some people have the idea that you top but literally nothing could be further from the truth. He tells you a single command and you’re doing as he asks in a heart beat. His voice makes you melt completely. That and somehow, he makes you feel ‘small’. Not in a bad way, but sexually, like you’re too delicate for him to handle.

Ezio Auditore

Will admit i think Ezio has a thing for tall people. Something about legs here. Anyways he loves the way you boast in the sense of “gods I am putting you in your place later.” He allows you to act the way you do because it makes everything else after so much better.

He’s not really mean about it like others might be? He’s a very loving dom. He utilizes his praise to make your head spin and pin you under him. It’s quite easy for him to love you. The first time he was with you he was very surprised you weren’t the dom you portrayed yourself as. The fact you were a flustered mess just from him pushing your head down to suck his cock made him chuckle.

He’s very amused at how you fold right under him. He really does love bending you like a lawn chair. Your legs drive him crazy in the best way. He will spend forever between them. Him and his oral fixation. Out of everyone here, he’s the most sugary sweet and so prone to loving you rather than taking you down a peg.

Though, that isn’t to say he won’t discipline you if you get too boastful or what have you. He’s a daddy dom. Come on, look me in my multiple eyes and tell me he isn’t. Has a daddy kink. He’s daddy.

Loves when he marks you so everyone knows what happened the next day. While he loves marks for himself personally, during those lovingly disciplined sessions, he won’t let you mark him. It’s a whole thing between the two of you-a sign of his intimacy with you and that you’re all bark and no bite. In this case, literally.

Miss Pauling

She’s actually kind of similar but in the opposite sense. While I don’t think she’s that short, I think she’s around 5’6-5’7, people see her as timid/demure/a doormat (she’s not) but she’s actually very dominant. She’s a really smart lady, so when you come in acting like you’re god’s gift to the universe, that you’re the one that tops, “this guy (you) fucks” energy, she sees right through that act.

And she’s right. She’s entirely right. The first night you guys sleep together, she’s got you buried between her legs for way longer than she’s had anyone there because she wants to prove a point: you’re a people pleaser at your core. If she asks you to jump, you’ll then ask how high. Your dominant nature in public is all a front and she knows.

To be fair she does like it. You flirt so blatantly and boldly with her, but she knows. She knows. Miss Pauling also likes the body worship you can give her, focusing on her breasts and hips. But she’ll also do the same for you because she knows you’ll melt.

Giving praise to you is very easy. You obey her so well! She honestly expected more of a brat from you but you do everything she asks when she asks and more. On the off chance she has to discipline you, she’s so teasing. Loves to edge you and deny you your orgasm because how dare you disobey? You’re so much better than that, sweetheart.

She’s also very similar to Ezio I’m not having you mark her but she can mark you. She’ll put on her favorite lipstick, or if you’ve been especially good, let you choose your favorite shade and she’ll cover you in her lipstick kisses. You may not wash it off, they come off naturally unless she says otherwise. If people ask, explain. Go ahead. Use your big words. She’s looking up at you, how you tower over her, and smirking due to the influence she has over you.

#minors dni #masky x you #masky x reader #masky headcanons #ghost x you #ghost x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost x reader #ezio auditore x reader #assassins creed x reader #miss pauling x reader #miss Pauling Headcanon #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x reader

[demigoddessqueens]

love letters

read on ao3 //ongoing series

A/N - I just think Yusuf deserves more fics/love

Sweetest sevgilim,

Before Ezio dares to read another one of my letters to you, I write with fervor for you. Though I know you are of great strength and ferocity, I worry whenever we are apart. I know you have that all-knowing smirk whenever I languish over you, and I have half a mind to kiss that away when I see you next. Perhaps I may carry out that promise when I see you next, holding you close as we both like.

Forever,

A rogue who’s heart you’ve stolen,

Yusuf Tazim

#assassin’s creed x reader #love letters #assassin’s creed #my writing #valentine’s day #writeblr #yusuf tazim #Yusuf x reader #fanfic #ezio trilogy #Yusuf x you

[thecommunityoftrustworthysinks]

thinking about how much i used to love cosplay and how i have barely done any of it ever since one specific contest in 2019.

it was at a decently sized convention, and i entered my assassin's creed ezio cosplay. this thing took me like 60+ hours and over $200 to do, which i recognize that many cosplays have more than that but it was my most extensive one ive ever done.

i adapted the pattern from some guy on youtube who had made an approximate one for the tunic, inside and out, and i changed it to fit my measurements and vision and it was double sided and layered and had the stripes manually inserted (not sewn on the outside!) into the tunic. i spent an unreasonable amount of time adapting of pair of my own boots with cardboard and faux leather to make them taller and more accurate, which looked really fucking good at the end and gave me a ton of hot glue burns. i sized and printed a diagram of the shoulder guard and meticulously wrapped each segmented piece in faux leather and aged it with various paints and actual damage, i modified a belt to attach it to the cape and around my shoulder, i bought two of the assassin blades, painted them both over again, made an entirely new hook for one of them fitted to my wrist, and practically remade the brace for the other one. i found leather gloves and cut one up and resewed it together so the cuff was accurate AND the blade could come through. i so carefully put the hood together with multiple failures to make sure it sat right like the weird triangle shape it is instead of being a circle. have you SEEN the patterns on ezio's collar??? i didn't scrimp on them, i hunted and hunted for ribbons and iron-on designs (because i can't embroider like that) and so carefully lined them up and spliced them together and made sure to have the border and the insides. i 3d printed the belt buckle and modified two more belts to cinch it around me, and i manually sanded primed painted and gilded the buckle. i put my life into this cosplay.

and i lost

to a sanders' sides cosplayer in jeans and a dress shirt.

#cosplay #ezio auditore #assassin's creed #it killed me. it killed my cosplay interest and covid sealed its fate. it still makes me sad to this day #and like people have said maybe they made it but like i don't ? care? because i made mine too? the ENTIRE thing except like idk my fucking #pants that you could barely see?? #and like i don't even care it was sanders' sides cringe culture is dead #it was seeing them walk on stage in. jeans. and a button up. while i was laced into these layers and layers of blood sweat tears and money #i'd like to get back to cosplay one day but it's just so discouraging now after that and how many people online are so much better than me #x

[navstuffs]

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

#ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore x you #ezio x reader #ezio x you #ezio auditore imagine #ezio auditore fanfics #ezio auditore da firenze x reader #ezio auditore da firenze x you #assassins creed x reader #ezio auditore fanfic #IM SO HAPPY WITH THIS #ik i havent paid my man any attention lately #but i will start editing my wips and write my last request #i do have two LONG fics plan for him

[acacia-may]

Welcome back Acacia, I hope you’re doing well and that life has been kind to you 🥺💕! For your ask game how about Langris and Finesse, or maybe a platonic one for Ezio and Altan please 🥰? Sending you hugs and love 🫂💕!

Aww thank you so much, Lyra! Life has been a bit rough, but I am hanging in there. Thanks for the well wishes! 💕I hope you are doing wonderfully and congratulations again on your new milestone event (very exciting!!) 🥰

Thank you so much for your ask and for playing my song + headcanon game! It's so nice to play an ask game again, and I was so thrilled to see your ask about Langris x Finesse! Have I converted you or are you just indulging me by asking about one of my favorite pairings? 😁😂 Also, the cousins too! Aww that's so sweet! 🥰

I've put this all below the cut because I ended up rambling a bit (sorry about that 😅). Thanks again for your ask, dear! Sending you lots of love & hugs as well!! 🫂💕

Langris x Finesse--dear goodness do I love them! Just thinking of them rekindles my passion for Black Clover! Criminally underrated ship, in my opinion. I have an entire Spotify playlist about them, so I will admit it was a little hard to narrow it down. In the end I've decided on a Finesse song since I feel like most of the time when I ramble about this pairing it's always very Langris-centric (i.e. his feelings and his devotion for her) so I don't talk about Finesse's side of things too much. (Sorry Finesse). The song "A Quiet Thing" really captures how I imagine Finesse's love for Langris would develop as a very slow burn and dare I say "quiet thing" over time, really building on this quiet, steadfast devotion that endeared me to this pairing in the first place. I love this song for them since it's really about how some love (like the love I imagine Langris and Finesse would have for each other) is "a quiet thing," and even if it's not the flashy, grand "fireworks" kind of love we tend to think of from epics romances, it's still really beautiful in its own way.

A Quiet Thing (Live) - YouTube

And here's where the headcanons come in:

Langris and Finesse both are very "quiet" in the way they show their love, neither one of them are going to plan the big romantic gestures or have these huge over-the-top love confessions, but they are both very devoted and steadfast people. They love spending time together, really just enjoying each other's company in these everyday moments as they have tea or tend to her garden together. Langris might not have the romanticism of someone like say Finral (those big "band" or fireworks"), but he takes care of her. He listens to her and remembers all these little details about her and her life. He pulls weeds from her garden when she mentions she's worried about it but too ill to tend her garden herself. He surprises her with a few of her favorite flowers or her favorite soup when she's feeling down. It's in these moments that Finesse sees that despite his somewhat frosty exterior, Langris really does have this soft side and cares very deeply about "his people." It's his soft steadfastness and devotion to her that really leads her to really fall in love with him. And when she does, she is a little shy about it and skirts around the topic, but ultimately, she is the one to confess first.

*-*-*

As for the Altan & Ezio cousin friendship part of the ask... It's so wholesome and makes me so happy that you care about my oc enough to ask about him. I like to imagine they would get along well and be good and supportive cousins and friends for each other so perhaps a bit generic (but one of my all-time favorite songs) I've chosen "You've Got A Friend" by James Taylor (the Carole King version is also excellent).

You've Got a Friend (2019 Remaster) - YouTube

Related Headcanon:

As the older cousin, Ezio has always tried to look out for Altan, in a similar way to how Finral always tried to look out for Langris, but in this case, Altan has always felt comfortable coming to Ezio if he was ever in trouble or needed help. In return, Altan always tries to cheer Ezio up when he's feeling down (or heartbroken). He'll make a warm, comforting cup of tea for him (something he learned from his mother, Finesse) and is a great listener when/Ezio ever needs to talk about his troubles.

#langris vaude x finesse calmreich #finesse calmreich x langris vaude #langris x finesse #finesse x langris #im so normal about them #black clover oc: altan #lyra's black clover oc: ezio #thank you so much lyra #song + headcanon ask game

[kiatheinsomniac]

Omg I'm so happy that you opened requests. You are my favorite Assassins creed fanfic writer , everything that you write just feels so in character. My request is Ezio coming home after a month long mission, exhausted both mentally and physically and finding comfort in reader who has nothing to do with that. I would prefer brotherhood ezio bc he just goes through so much. I just want to see that squishy man getting snuggled and being loved thank you in advance beautiful 😉💖

notes: ahhh! That makes me beyond happy to hear that I'm your favourite AC writer! I hope that my characterisation of Ezio in this lives up to the standards I've set for you and 100% agreed that tired Ezio deserves to be pampered

pairing: Brotherhood! Ezio Auditore x Reader

word count: 1.2k

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A welcoming embrace

You had never seen him so unenthusiastic upon returning home to the hideout. Usually he was tired from a day’s work, yes, but he looked just about ready to collapse as you waited in the entrance hall for him with open arms. 

He half-collapsed into your welcoming embrace, lugging his body weight onto you as you held him tightly, inhaling your scent as he buried his face in your hair. As much as you adored your husband, you had to admit that he did not smell very good himself but you didn’t blame him, knowing how tedious his work was. 

“Come, amore mio, before someone hunts you down for a helping hand. You deserve some rest.” You wound his arm around your waist as you led him up into your shared bedroom which, more often than not, was only inhabited by you while Ezio was away on missions. He would come in, usually late in the night, or at the hottest hours of the day, to rest with you but you minded his absence very little. You missed your husband dearly, of course, but your love did not wither in his absence and you were patient enough to wait for his return, enjoying your solitude as you enjoyed his company. 

“I didn’t know you’d be back at this time or else I would have started heating up some water.” You spoke as you pushed the door open for the two of you, “Come, throw your clothes in the laundry for me to handle tomorrow and I’ll start heating the water.” 

“No, I just want to sleep.” He grumbled as he reached down to loosen the laces on his boots. 

“I love you but you stink, darling.” You replied with a smile, ruffling his hair slightly, “I’m preparing a bath for you.” And so, while he dozed on the mattress, you heated up all the water necessary and mixed in the most recent batch of lavender oil that you had finished making, coaxing Ezio to wake and submerge himself in the warm water. You sat behind him on a stool, encouraging him to lay back against the copper tub while you gently brushed out his hair and pressed kisses to the sides of his face as you pleased. 

“You’re an angel…” He sighed out as you began to rinse his hair and later up a rose soap into it. 

“And I’ve missed you.” You replied, taking extra care to massage his head, hoping that he wouldn’t get a headache – those have been bothering him lately with the pressure of his workload. 

“I hope you’re not lonely here, Machiavelli is good company if you–”

“No.” You cut him off, “I’m not particularly fond of him.” You frowned, making Ezio glance up at you with a concerned look. 

“Why? Has he said something to upset you?” 

“He dragged you here from the ruins of our home, so terribly wounded that you had to stay and be treated by a woman for days.” You bit out, “He offered no hand to Claudia, Maria and I in finding you and he sends you on all these tasks yet does nothing to pull his own weight.” You lathered up some soap onto a washcloth and began scrubbing along your husband’s shoulders, trying to massage his muscles as you did so, “He’s getting old and can’t fight like he used to, that I can respect but he does nothing to recruit or train novices, leaves all of their missions down to you when he’s perfectly capable of doing it himself and you already have more work than you can handle–” Ezio put his hand over yours to stop you, making you realise that frustrated tears were gathering in the corners of your eyes. His own grey-brown eyes looked weary and suddenly you feared that you were giving him yet another thing to worry about. 

“My love, I am managing just fine.” He assured you. 

“You’re not, Ezio, you shouldn’t be so exhausted every day, you have such an unstable sleep schedule and you’re being given work that can be divided out across more people. I wish I could help more but you know I’m not a fighter.” He sighed and sank deeper into the water while you began to rinse out the soap from his hair, rubbing an oil into his dark tresses before brushing through them again. 

“Why don’t you take on assigning missions to the novices?” He suggested quietly, “I know you ache for something to do here like how you helped maintain the villa. You might not be  a fighter but you’re a strategist. I trust you to make the right decisions, to send the right people for the job.” 

“I’ll tell Machiavelli to get off his lazy ass and train the new ones too.” You grumbled, making Ezio smile a little. You couldn’t help but lean down and peck his lips upon seeing it. 

“You do that, amore mio.” He chuckled lowly as you pressed another kiss to his forehead. 

“Get out whenever you please, I’ve left a towel to warm by the fire.” You murmured against his damp skin as you got up and crossed the room to change out of your dress and into a chemise to sleep in. As you were doing so, you could hear Ezio shift in the water, feeling his arms encircle your waist before you had the chance to turn around and face him. His lips landed on your neck, peppering it with gentle kisses as he swayed you from side to side on the spot. 

“No matter what the time is, this is always my favourite part of the day…” He sighed, a hand reaching up to push some hair behind your ear when you turned your head to face him. “I get to forget about everything else and just hold my wonderful wife in my arms.” You reached up to tenderly caress your thumb across his cheek before pulling him down for a kiss. 

“Come, let’s get in bed.” You murmured against his scarred lips, withdrawing from his embrace to lead him to the bed by his hand. You laid on your back as you got under the sheets, Ezio discarding his towel before joining you. 

“Turn over.” He whispered as he slotted his body against yours, turning your back to him and feeling him press his chest against you, body melting against yours with a pleased groan. He coaxed you to lift your head up so that he could brush all of your hair aside before setting his chin on top of your head, occasionally pressing a kiss to the top of it. “I love you… I wish we had more time to just lay together like this.” He let out a deep breath, “This is what motivates me to come back everyday, to make sure I get home to you safe.” You clutched his hand to your chest, pressing back against him, trying to get even closer if that were even possible by this point, “You’re my world.” 

“And you’re mine.” You brought his hand up to your face to press a kiss to his calloused knuckles before returning your entwined hands to under your chin. “But get some rest now, my love.” He shifted slightly against you with a long sigh and, soon enough, you could tell by his heavy breathing that he was asleep. Convinced that your husband was finally able to relax after such a tedious day, you too let yourself fall victim to sleep in his embrace.

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𓇻 ft. shay cormac x assassin recruit gn reader 𓇻 warnings! minor spoilers for AC Rogue. alcohol consumption + minor injury. 𓇻 au. reader is Hope and Liam's newest addition to the Brotherhood. Unfortunately, you've just learned about Shay's involvement... long after you've already met him. 𓇻 enjoy! feel free to like, reblog, or send in asks! ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎read on ao3! - masterlist - join the taglist!

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"Looks like you've got a right shiner this time."

It's a voice you recognize, even through the thick of the fog. With bottle of brandy in hand, opening to your bottom lip, you've managed to cool the swell of your ego better than you have your bruise. Tongue darts out, pushing at your upper lip.

His glove rests to your cheekbone, index finger trailing softly over tender skin. Never tender enough because you flinch instinctively, expression pulling tighter. Guarded was never a flattering expression on Shay and it certainly wasn't now. Nose wrinkling, you incline your head away, the cold now freshly stinging.

Even though it's been a few hours, the tenderness hasn't gone down, still bitter and sitting coloured beneath the flush of your skin. At least you've managed the swelling some. The ghost of Shay's fingers on your skin lingers. You turn away, nursing the bottle with another sip. With a low, wanting creak of wood, the saloon's deck groans beneath Shay's weight as he shifts, back turned towards the banister, eyes always on you. Elbows resting over the rails, fresh snow lines the roots of his dark hair, skin still unbothered by the cold. So he's the one you heard step out after you.

"Did Hope give it to ye?" He asked, voice low and careful, eyes still impossibly dark, even when the warm tavern light dances over his features. Your mouth twists, sour line worrying into the skin.

"Liam."

"Ah." Then, "Well, he's always been a right git anyhow."

Looking at him like this, an air of familiarity drifting between you two, it almost tempers the sorrow and grief that still echoes in your bones. The insisting song of rage and injustice. Your fingers curl tighter around the bottle- and you see it too. How Shay's eyes don't even dart away but a barely perceptible twitch. Always watching each movement. A biting scoff rises in your throat before you can stop it.

For everything that Hope and Liam had trained you for, for all the burdens you bore, memories and lessons drilled into your head- this was not how you thought it would go.

Because every scary story told to you, every drill and hasty explanation- it was all because of him. Every bruise and aching joint- every nasty remark and lessons forced well past their dues. Even Achilles, as senile as he seemed, remarked upon the force the Brotherhood trained you.

All to avenge ghosts of Assassins you didn't know, never had a chance to know. All for a Brotherhood that had been tarnished before you joined.

You were meant to replace Shay, you realize that now. A bitter truth that had come to a head earlier that night, when Liam saw how you held your blades. Accosted you for it, demanding where you learned it from. 'From Shay', you had wanted to say, because it had been the truth. Then the rest of it followed, with Hope pleading with you to leave for the night while everyone cooled down. While they cooled down.

Looking back, you should have known better than to accept some strange man's friendly banters in taverns. Known better than to walk his boat, learning its knots better than you learned your knives.

It makes sense. Shay befriended you to sniff out the Assassin's plans. It made sense. Just as it made sense that Liam tried building you into a better tool, trying to outpace the losses that the Brotherhood had suffered.

'It's not fair.'

You think how his hands felt on your sides, careful in his guidance. Teaching you with a far greater patience than Liam had, with far kinder methods than Hope's. You had learned better under Shay- and somehow, that made it all worse, stinging more than the betrayal did.

"I hate you," you tell him. Shay tilts his head, little more than an acknowledgement. Eyes studying you, judging your reaction. Fog puffs in front of his face with his slow exhale. The wind blows it back, dusting across dark eyes before disappearing into the night.

"I know."

Still, even though you know, even though he knows, neither of you move. It's just the slow tilt of the bottle against your lips, burning motion of liquor down your throat. Cold seeping through your clothes, always too thin, never durable enough for the winter. Something that Shay had tried to correct you on but Kesegowaase didn't care for. Always too busy for your innate questions.

You want to hate Shay for everything. Pin it all on him. It'd be the easiest way. Give in to what your mentors had been trying to drill into your head: enemy, enemy, enemy.

Glass presses to your lips again. Shay's fingers ghost over yours, leather pressing light to exposed fingers. A grip that remains solid - but not insistent... and with the patience of a man that wouldn't exist in the Shay that the Brotherhood knew.

But he lets you take another drink anyway. You weren't a lightweight. Shay had made sure of that.

"Are you going to kill me?" You decide on saying when the fire has tempered in your throat. All that's left is the chill in your eyes, the nip of frost and frozen winds on your cheeks.

His fingers remain on the bottle and with a light tug, you concede, letting him bring it to his own lips. Cleanshaven, unlike the scruffy remnants that you had been sworn to. In all the ways that matter, he's unlike the man you've been told about. But you can see where the threat lies, the careful way he tilts his shoulders, languid but prepared. That part of the stories are true.

"Only if our blades cross," Shay responds, swallow audible, eyes dark as he peers at you over the neck of the bottle. He passes it to you, fingers brushing over yours.

Fingers connect. You try not to memorize how they feel.

"They'll order me to kill you," you decide to say.

Shay blinks, then blinks again when the snow lingers on his lashes. "Aye. And I won't let you." You scoff bitterly against the bottle. You both have roles to play. You just wish yours wasn't this.

You turn your eyes away, skimming over the balcony, out into the rolling hills of snow. More powder falls from the sky, dusting across your shoulders, frozen kisses upon cold-flushed skin. It'd be easy, you know, for Shay to just reach over and slide his blade into your neck. Nobody would hear you. Even with gold light dusting over the white expanse ahead, there's still dark shadows. You're both still isolated.

The music in the other room sounds so far away.

He doesn't move and you get to take another drink.

You think, then, that this isn't all there is. That there's more to the man that you were told about. That words uttered with hate or hellfire don't amount to the hours you've spent by his side, listening to some bawdy tale that Gist told him.

Then, in the same breath, you think: he doesn't have to kill me and I don't have to kill him.

Then, in another: what if there was another way?

Because for all the assassins are, good teachers aren't one of them. That you still swore to protect the innocent and your blade hasn't known flesh. In all these moments, caught between the Homestead and someone you had thought you had known, there exists things that you don't know. Impossibly, that there might be kindness beyond this rage and suffering that everyone has been dealt.

Again, in your mind's eye, you feel the shadow of Shay's gloves on your arms and waist, correcting your stance. Think of Achilles' words, heated and grave. Of Hope's flattering gait as she leads you through her warehouse.

"Shay, what-" You turn, throat tight, shadows and aches lingering in your mind still. There's nothing there, the impressions of his boots filling with the drifting of snow. Only gloves left on the railing, cuffs rimmed with fur. Still warm, even as you press chapped and shaking fingers inside, leather cushioning your palms. Because this is who Shay is, always watching out for you.

The next sip of the bottle goes down tasteless, no longer satisfying. The despair doesn't run as hot in your blood anymore, though the sense of betrayal lingers. Except now you wonder, just who exactly you feel betrayed by.

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