[Ezio x Reader Fanfic] May the father of understanding guide us

47} After All This Time I'm Coming Home To You

I have mocks 😭 fml. 

I'm making this update longer because I'm shirking my responsibilities and I don't want to do geography revision.

the song is Gunslinger by Avenged Sevenfold, it's a good song and I'm listening to it whilst I write, enjoy!
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Ezio's POV

She's coming back. Tomorrow.

I barely remember to thank Rosa as I jump up and sprint down the crowded streets, headed for Leonardo's workshop to tell him and Ferdinand the news.

I round the last corner and clutch the book tightly as I finally reach the front door of the workshop, opening it quickly and pushing into the hectic workspace.

Leo and Ferdinand are both bent over books, pens clutched in scribbling hands but as I walk into the room Leo looks up and smiles, hugging me tightly.

"It's good to see you! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Leo asks, gesturing for me to sit down.

"It's (y/n)." I say as Ferdinand immediately snaps his head away from his writing and his gaze hardens.

"Where is she?"

"Her ship docks this evening, the last of the fleet to come in." I ignore the seat Leo offered me and begin to pace.

"I say we sneak on the ship and get her. As soon as possible." Ferdinand says whilst hitting his fist on the table.

"It's not that simple, they also have the apple."

"Ezio, Those codex pages you gave me, there was a hidden message within them. The prophet will appear when the second piece is brought to the floating city." Leonardo finds the pages and hands then to me, his translations scribbled alongside the words.

"The prophet, he can open the vault, my uncle said so." I start trying to piece everything
together; the pieces of Eden, the prophet, all of it.

"Ezio, it also says that divine blood will be spilled on divine stone to pay for revenge's sin. I don't know what it means but it can't be good." Leonardo says, frowning and desperately trying to think of answers.

"I've heard of something similar." I say, suppressing a shudder as I remember what happened. "I had a strange dream, I saw (y/n) dying. A goddess appeared and told me that if I was to continue my pursuit of revenge then the dream would become reality. I brushed it off as nothing more than a dream, but now..." 

"Now your pride could very well be the death of (y/n)." Ferdinand mutters, glaring at me slightly.

I feel anger bubble up but I can't be sure who it's directed to.

It's not like Ferdinand is being unreasonable, it is my fault that I didn't take the message seriously.

If (y/n) dies it will be my fault; and that makes me angrier than anything.

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(Y/n)'s pov

The bustling port's clamor penetrates the timber of the ship and reaches my ears, I leap off my bed and to the window. The bars don't let me out but they let me see the streets of Venice that are still unfamiliar to me.

"Not long now my flower." Piero's voice whispers in my ear, making me shudder and recoil.

"You're letting me go?" I ask timidly, clutching the window bars tightly.