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Ezio X Reader

The calming chirps of birds and laughter of small children were the sounds you could hear as you sat near a tree, sketching away in your book. Your senses were one of the many things that inspired you as you created your art in the shade. All the sweet aromas from the bakeries, the beautiful architecture around you, and all the different expressions of happiness from the kids that played not too far from you gave you motivation to capture the moment. It made your art a lot more realistic.

You brushed away a lock of your (H/C) hair that had decided to set itself free from the imprisonment of the bun and continued to glide your pencil over the page. You thought about how lucky you were to work with a man like Leonardo Da Vinci. While other men constantly denied the fact that women had talent, Leonardo encouraged and even supported your art. You looked up to him because he was an amazing man that accomplished many things.

‘Just like Ezio,’ Your mind teased.

‘Will you be quiet?’ You answered back before you realized how foolish you were being.

You subconsciously flip your sketch book back a few pages to see where you had sketched out a man standing on top of a very high building with a hood covering his face and his strange white robes accented with red. It wasn’t just any man. Ezio Auditore was the man that would come in frequently to Leonardo’s shop because when Leonardo wasn’t painting, he was inventing. You were always sitting quietly in the corner, drawing away but when he would come into the shop, it was almost impossible for you to focus on your work. He never saw you looking at him or at least that’s what you thought. Ezio was an incredibly good looking man and an enormous flirt. He would sometimes get close to you as you painted and comment about how good you are and how beautiful you looked that day. But you knew he did this to every female that passed right in front of him.

You knew it meant nothing. Sighing, you went back on the drawing you were working on and suddenly didn’t feel like drawing anymore. This was all your mother’s fault, you concluded. Every night at dinner your mother would constantly remind everyone how you haven’t gotten married like your sisters. You ignored her, respectfully of course, but you guessed it worked your way into your mind.

“(Your name) where have I gone wrong with you? You’re bello, but your attitude damages it all. What kind of man would want to marry a women who thinks herself better than the men?”

“I do not think myself better,” You responded. “I think myself as an equal.”

“In what world are you living in?” Your mother would snap, angrily. “Get your testa out of the clouds! You are going to grow old and die alone if you keep acting this way.”

“Better to be alone that with bad company.” Had been the last thing you said before you left her presence.

It had been her that made you think that you were doing something wrong. Hearing her comments everyday made you feel like a freak that would never earn a male’s affection. It made the situation with Ezio worse. You somehow convinced yourself that no matter how much you liked him, he could never feel anything for you in return.

You closed your sketchbook and stood up from your spot, deciding it would be best to head back to Leonardo’s shop. You practically lived there now, since you leave your own home early in the morning and return at night. You were glad Leonardo didn’t mind because you wouldn’t know where to go to if he did.

As you left and started to walk through the busy streets, you felt a presence approach you. You didn’t turn around, thinking it was merely one of the dozen other people walking the streets.

“Una bella rosa per una bella rosa,” Ezio said as he materialized out of nowhere and held a rose out for you to take.

You smiled slightly, keeping your cool, as you reached for the rose and took it. “Grazie,”

“Heading towards Leonardo’s shop?” He asked as some of the women say him and began chatting away amongst themselves while blushing as he looked at him. “I notice that you are there quiet often.”

“I am.”

“Are you alright?” He asked as he looked over to you. “You are a lot less talkative today.”

“I’m fine.”

He nodded, not believing you but decided that if you were already feeling bad, arguing with you would just make it worse. He walked next to you, glaring at the guys who looked at you while you didn’t notice.

You might have thought that you were just unattractive to boys and that’s why they didn’t come up to you. But in reality, the death glares Ezio sent them every time they looked at you was enough to scare them away. With all the women he had seen throughout his life, he had never meant a women like you. You were talented beyond belief, not only in art but in music. He remembers a time where he was watching over you, which he does more than he will ever admit, and you started to play the piano. He didn’t even know you could play the piano and if that wasn’t enough to surprise him, your voice definitely did.

You are sometimes clumsy when you get nervous. He remembered, not too long ago, when he went to consult Leonardo about a new codex page he had found. Leonardo wasn’t in his shop but you definitely were there. He snuck up behind you as you were painting and when you felt his breath on your neck, you turned around frightened and knocked over some books that had been neatly stacked up near your feet. He did as he always did, complimented your work as well as you while stepping closer with each word that escaped his mouth which caused you to step away with a blush growing on your face and others things were knocked down in the process. He happily picked them up for you, of course, with a satisfied smirk on his face.

He noticed a lot of things about you, like how you looked at him while you pretended you were busy. He enjoyed this a lot, which is why he would stroll down to Leonardo’s without really having a reason to be there.

“Come with me, (your name).” He said as he took your hand and pulled you with him.

“Where are we going? I have to get back-“

“You are there every day, principessa. Spare me a few minutes.”

You fought back a blush as you felt him tightly grip your hand, making sure you wouldn’t get lost in the crowds. You wondered where he was talking you but decided you would find out soon enough.

“Get on my back.” He instructed as he knelt down to the floor.

You found yourself standing in an empty alley way surrounded by tall orange colored buildings. You looked down at Ezio as if he had just grown a third eye.

“Get on your back?” You asked, unbelieving. “I can’t do that. Are you pazzo?”

“I’m crazy,” He completely agreed. “And serious. Get on my back, come on. You can’t climb that high by yourself.”

“You’re going to climb this building with me on your back?”

“Yes.”

Before you could say anything else, Ezio grabbed your hands and put them around his shoulders and then lifted you up so that you had no choice but you wrap your legs around his waist. If you didn’t look like a strawberry, an apple or whatever other red fruit you favor before, you definitely did now.

“Hold on, bella.” He said as he started to climb.

Your arms held on tightly to both Ezio and your art supplies as he climbed up the building with speed and agility despite you being on his back. You didn’t open your eyes or look down the entire time and you prayed to God that both of you didn’t fall to their deaths. You trusted Ezio but sometimes he stood on the borderline between brave and insane.

When he reached the roof of the building, he made sure that you were away from the edge before setting you down. You opened your eyes and stayed close to him as a nice breeze greeted you and made your (favorite color) skirt flow in the wind. He grabbed your hand while smiling and pulled you along to one of the edges. This wasn’t the tallest building but the view from the top was incredible! The sun’s slight created beautiful silhouettes that you just needed to get down on paper. Now. It wasn’t every day that you would get to see the city from this perspective.
You flipped your sketchbook to find an empty page when suddenly Ezio snatched it away from you. He went back a few pages and turned away from you as he looked down at a very specific page. Your eyes widened.

“Ezio dare indietro,” You said. “Give it back!”

He didn’t say anything. He just eluded you as you desperately tried to get your sketchbook back from him. He climbed up to a ledge on the building next to the one you were on. He knew there was no way you’d jump towards the ledge, so sitting down, he looked at the drawing. And the more he looked at it, the more he smiled.

It seems that he hadn’t been the only one who had been watching her. The drawing was of him standing on the top of a high building, by the looks of it. The drawing, despite it being a mere sketch, was incredibly detailed down to the scar on his lip.

You stood on the other building crossing your arms as you were being consumed by embarrassment.

‘I’m such an idiota! I should have never drawn that! How he must think I’m some crazy stalker or something much worse,’ You thought as you looked away.

And it wasn’t like you could just walk away. You were on top of a building! The only way to get down would be with Ezio’s help which meant you’d have to explain the drawing to him.

“It’s incredible,” you heard him mutter as he stood up.

Right now, from the angle that you were watching him, he looked exactly like your drawing except in this one his hood was down. His eyes found yours and they gleamed.

“When did you do this?” He asked as he swiftly jumped down from the ledge to the roof of the building.

“It wasn’t me,” you said.

For some reason, your brain decided to try to lie yourself out of this situation but it only caused Ezio to chuckle.

“La mia rosa, I know it was you. You guard this sketchbook like a mother would protect her children. No one else would have gotten access to it.” He smirked as he came closer. “I am very…flattered that of all the things you could have drawn, I was on your mind.”

His voice was low and seductive, causing you to blush redder than the rose in your hand. Speaking of which, he took that too and broke the long stem so that it was small enough to put in your (hair color) hair.

“M-may I have it back?” You stuttered.

“So soon?” He said as his face gently nuzzled yours and he placed his mouth close to your ear.

“I s-should be heading back.” You said as you grabbed your sketchbook and stepped back from him. “C-can you take me down?”

“I can. But I don’t want to leave just yet.” He said. “It’s just you and me up here. No one to interrupt us.”

You were quiet for a while, not knowing how to respond or what to do. You could hear your mother’s voice in your mind telling you that you were going to end up alone. And you were convinced that would happen.

“How many times do you do this?” You asked as you hugged your sketchbook to you.

“Do what, il mio amore?”

“Take a girl up to a building, showing her the city as the sun sets to try to impress her.”

“You think I do this frequently?”

“It would seem likely considering your reputation.”

“My reputation? Of what?” Ezio asked, feeling slightly offended and taking a step closer to you. “I know what you’re doing. A defense mechanism is what this is. I don’t do this for anyone. I don’t go around picking up girls, putting them on my back and climbing up buildings to impress them. I did this for you, (your name). For the simple fact that I think you are amazing. I think that you are unique and beautiful. I did this because I felt like something that bothering you earlier and I wanted to cheer you up.”

He walked closer and closer until he had your face in his hands.

“I know what you think, (your name). I know you think none of the boys like you but that’s not true. A lot of them like you. But I don’t want them anywhere near you, that’s why they don’t approach you. I know your feelings for me are as strong as the feelings I have for you. If I could paint or draw as well as you, I’d draw you. But I can’t do that so I find other ways to show you how I feel.” His eyes wandered up to the rose in your hair and he smiled. “I’ll take you down. Leonardo must be wandering where you are.”

You were still processing what he had just told you so you wordlessly wrapped your arms and legs around him as he begins to descend down to the alley below.

Now you feel horrible. Ezio was the kind of man who could get any women he wanted just by smiling at them. But he takes the time to do something special for you and you of course, ruin it. It wasn’t long before your feet touched solid ground and both of you walked towards Leonardo’s without saying a thing.

You had finally arrived to the shop and Ezio stopped walking as you walked towards the door. He knew you’d be safe from here on out and he turned to leave before you called back to him.

“I’m sorry…and thank you.” You told him as you gave him a really quick hug and placed something in his hands before walking back towards the door and closing it after you.

He smiled slightly at the hug he had just received and opened the small piece of paper you had just placed in his hands.

It was the symbol of the Assassin’s Creed but it wasn’t a normal one. It was highly decorated with extraordinary detail and an eagle in the corner of a paper. Again, it was just a sketch but he knew you never gave your art to anyone. So this was special.

“La mia rosa,” He sighed as he neatly folded back the paper and held it. “vi sarà un giorno il mio…you will be mine someday.”

Description
Ezio X Reader

The calming chirps of birds and laughter of small children were the sounds you could hear as you sat near a tree, sketching away in your book. Your senses were one of the many things that inspired you as you created your art in the shade. All the sweet aromas from the bakeries, the beautiful architecture around you, and all the different expressions of happiness from the kids that played not too far from you gave you motivation to capture the moment. It made your art a lot more realistic.

You brushed away a lock of your (H/C) hair that had decided to set itself free from the imprisonment of the bun and continued to glide your pencil over the page. You thought about how lucky you were to work with a man like Leonardo Da Vinci. While other men constantly denied the fact that women had talent, Leonardo encouraged and even supported your art. You looked up to him because he was an amazing man that accomplished many things.

‘Just like Ezio,’ Your mind teased.

‘Will you be quiet?’ You answered back before you realized how foolish you were being.

You subconsciously flip your sketch book back a few pages to see where you had sketched out a man standing on top of a very high building with a hood covering his face and his strange white robes accented with red. It wasn’t just any man. Ezio Auditore was the man that would come in frequently to Leonardo’s shop because when Leonardo wasn’t painting, he was inventing. You were always sitting quietly in the corner, drawing away but when he would come into the shop, it was almost impossible for you to focus on your work. He never saw you looking at him or at least that’s what you thought. Ezio was an incredibly good looking man and an enormous flirt. He would sometimes get close to you as you painted and comment about how good you are and how beautiful you looked that day. But you knew he did this to every female that passed right in front of him.

You knew it meant nothing. Sighing, you went back on the drawing you were working on and suddenly didn’t feel like drawing anymore. This was all your mother’s fault, you concluded. Every night at dinner your mother would constantly remind everyone how you haven’t gotten married like your sisters. You ignored her, respectfully of course, but you guessed it worked your way into your mind.

“(Your name) where have I gone wrong with you? You’re bello, but your attitude damages it all. What kind of man would want to marry a women who thinks herself better than the men?”

“I do not think myself better,” You responded. “I think myself as an equal.”

“In what world are you living in?” Your mother would snap, angrily. “Get your testa out of the clouds! You are going to grow old and die alone if you keep acting this way.”

“Better to be alone that with bad company.” Had been the last thing you said before you left her presence.

It had been her that made you think that you were doing something wrong. Hearing her comments everyday made you feel like a freak that would never earn a male’s affection. It made the situation with Ezio worse. You somehow convinced yourself that no matter how much you liked him, he could never feel anything for you in return.

You closed your sketchbook and stood up from your spot, deciding it would be best to head back to Leonardo’s shop. You practically lived there now, since you leave your own home early in the morning and return at night. You were glad Leonardo didn’t mind because you wouldn’t know where to go to if he did.

As you left and started to walk through the busy streets, you felt a presence approach you. You didn’t turn around, thinking it was merely one of the dozen other people walking the streets.

“Una bella rosa per una bella rosa,” Ezio said as he materialized out of nowhere and held a rose out for you to take.

You smiled slightly, keeping your cool, as you reached for the rose and took it. “Grazie,”

“Heading towards Leonardo’s shop?” He asked as some of the women say him and began chatting away amongst themselves while blushing as he looked at him. “I notice that you are there quiet often.”

“I am.”

“Are you alright?” He asked as he looked over to you. “You are a lot less talkative today.”

“I’m fine.”

He nodded, not believing you but decided that if you were already feeling bad, arguing with you would just make it worse. He walked next to you, glaring at the guys who looked at you while you didn’t notice.

You might have thought that you were just unattractive to boys and that’s why they didn’t come up to you. But in reality, the death glares Ezio sent them every time they looked at you was enough to scare them away. With all the women he had seen throughout his life, he had never meant a women like you. You were talented beyond belief, not only in art but in music. He remembers a time where he was watching over you, which he does more than he will ever admit, and you started to play the piano. He didn’t even know you could play the piano and if that wasn’t enough to surprise him, your voice definitely did.

You are sometimes clumsy when you get nervous. He remembered, not too long ago, when he went to consult Leonardo about a new codex page he had found. Leonardo wasn’t in his shop but you definitely were there. He snuck up behind you as you were painting and when you felt his breath on your neck, you turned around frightened and knocked over some books that had been neatly stacked up near your feet. He did as he always did, complimented your work as well as you while stepping closer with each word that escaped his mouth which caused you to step away with a blush growing on your face and others things were knocked down in the process. He happily picked them up for you, of course, with a satisfied smirk on his face.

He noticed a lot of things about you, like how you looked at him while you pretended you were busy. He enjoyed this a lot, which is why he would stroll down to Leonardo’s without really having a reason to be there.

“Come with me, (your name).” He said as he took your hand and pulled you with him.

“Where are we going? I have to get back-“

“You are there every day, principessa. Spare me a few minutes.”

You fought back a blush as you felt him tightly grip your hand, making sure you wouldn’t get lost in the crowds. You wondered where he was talking you but decided you would find out soon enough.

“Get on my back.” He instructed as he knelt down to the floor.

You found yourself standing in an empty alley way surrounded by tall orange colored buildings. You looked down at Ezio as if he had just grown a third eye.

“Get on your back?” You asked, unbelieving. “I can’t do that. Are you pazzo?”

“I’m crazy,” He completely agreed. “And serious. Get on my back, come on. You can’t climb that high by yourself.”

“You’re going to climb this building with me on your back?”

“Yes.”

Before you could say anything else, Ezio grabbed your hands and put them around his shoulders and then lifted you up so that you had no choice but you wrap your legs around his waist. If you didn’t look like a strawberry, an apple or whatever other red fruit you favor before, you definitely did now.

“Hold on, bella.” He said as he started to climb.

Your arms held on tightly to both Ezio and your art supplies as he climbed up the building with speed and agility despite you being on his back. You didn’t open your eyes or look down the entire time and you prayed to God that both of you didn’t fall to their deaths. You trusted Ezio but sometimes he stood on the borderline between brave and insane.

When he reached the roof of the building, he made sure that you were away from the edge before setting you down. You opened your eyes and stayed close to him as a nice breeze greeted you and made your (favorite color) skirt flow in the wind. He grabbed your hand while smiling and pulled you along to one of the edges. This wasn’t the tallest building but the view from the top was incredible! The sun’s slight created beautiful silhouettes that you just needed to get down on paper. Now. It wasn’t every day that you would get to see the city from this perspective.
You flipped your sketchbook to find an empty page when suddenly Ezio snatched it away from you. He went back a few pages and turned away from you as he looked down at a very specific page. Your eyes widened.

“Ezio dare indietro,” You said. “Give it back!”

He didn’t say anything. He just eluded you as you desperately tried to get your sketchbook back from him. He climbed up to a ledge on the building next to the one you were on. He knew there was no way you’d jump towards the ledge, so sitting down, he looked at the drawing. And the more he looked at it, the more he smiled.

It seems that he hadn’t been the only one who had been watching her. The drawing was of him standing on the top of a high building, by the looks of it. The drawing, despite it being a mere sketch, was incredibly detailed down to the scar on his lip.

You stood on the other building crossing your arms as you were being consumed by embarrassment.

‘I’m such an idiota! I should have never drawn that! How he must think I’m some crazy stalker or something much worse,’ You thought as you looked away.

And it wasn’t like you could just walk away. You were on top of a building! The only way to get down would be with Ezio’s help which meant you’d have to explain the drawing to him.

“It’s incredible,” you heard him mutter as he stood up.

Right now, from the angle that you were watching him, he looked exactly like your drawing except in this one his hood was down. His eyes found yours and they gleamed.

“When did you do this?” He asked as he swiftly jumped down from the ledge to the roof of the building.

“It wasn’t me,” you said.

For some reason, your brain decided to try to lie yourself out of this situation but it only caused Ezio to chuckle.

“La mia rosa, I know it was you. You guard this sketchbook like a mother would protect her children. No one else would have gotten access to it.” He smirked as he came closer. “I am very…flattered that of all the things you could have drawn, I was on your mind.”

His voice was low and seductive, causing you to blush redder than the rose in your hand. Speaking of which, he took that too and broke the long stem so that it was small enough to put in your (hair color) hair.

“M-may I have it back?” You stuttered.

“So soon?” He said as his face gently nuzzled yours and he placed his mouth close to your ear.

“I s-should be heading back.” You said as you grabbed your sketchbook and stepped back from him. “C-can you take me down?”

“I can. But I don’t want to leave just yet.” He said. “It’s just you and me up here. No one to interrupt us.”

You were quiet for a while, not knowing how to respond or what to do. You could hear your mother’s voice in your mind telling you that you were going to end up alone. And you were convinced that would happen.

“How many times do you do this?” You asked as you hugged your sketchbook to you.

“Do what, il mio amore?”

“Take a girl up to a building, showing her the city as the sun sets to try to impress her.”

“You think I do this frequently?”

“It would seem likely considering your reputation.”

“My reputation? Of what?” Ezio asked, feeling slightly offended and taking a step closer to you. “I know what you’re doing. A defense mechanism is what this is. I don’t do this for anyone. I don’t go around picking up girls, putting them on my back and climbing up buildings to impress them. I did this for you, (your name). For the simple fact that I think you are amazing. I think that you are unique and beautiful. I did this because I felt like something that bothering you earlier and I wanted to cheer you up.”

He walked closer and closer until he had your face in his hands.

“I know what you think, (your name). I know you think none of the boys like you but that’s not true. A lot of them like you. But I don’t want them anywhere near you, that’s why they don’t approach you. I know your feelings for me are as strong as the feelings I have for you. If I could paint or draw as well as you, I’d draw you. But I can’t do that so I find other ways to show you how I feel.” His eyes wandered up to the rose in your hair and he smiled. “I’ll take you down. Leonardo must be wandering where you are.”

You were still processing what he had just told you so you wordlessly wrapped your arms and legs around him as he begins to descend down to the alley below.

Now you feel horrible. Ezio was the kind of man who could get any women he wanted just by smiling at them. But he takes the time to do something special for you and you of course, ruin it. It wasn’t long before your feet touched solid ground and both of you walked towards Leonardo’s without saying a thing.

You had finally arrived to the shop and Ezio stopped walking as you walked towards the door. He knew you’d be safe from here on out and he turned to leave before you called back to him.

“I’m sorry…and thank you.” You told him as you gave him a really quick hug and placed something in his hands before walking back towards the door and closing it after you.

He smiled slightly at the hug he had just received and opened the small piece of paper you had just placed in his hands.

It was the symbol of the Assassin’s Creed but it wasn’t a normal one. It was highly decorated with extraordinary detail and an eagle in the corner of a paper. Again, it was just a sketch but he knew you never gave your art to anyone. So this was special.

“La mia rosa,” He sighed as he neatly folded back the paper and held it. “vi sarà un giorno il mio…you will be mine someday.”