Assassin's creed one-shots

Ezio Auditore

author's note mk as you can see i've been experimenting with the point of view and the tense i'm writing in and i just can't seem to figure out how i want to write so feel free to complain if you mind my indecisiveness haha also there's been an ungodly amount of mistakes in shay's story so i've been working on that as well anyways enjoy

Words are too weak a way to express what we're feeling

Double doors of the large dinning hall at the Villa [last name] are left creaked open only slightly. You can not resist the temptation to listen as you press your ear against the door, getting a view of the inside only barely. You catch a glimpse of Ezio as he sits down on one end of the table. His shoulders are stiff as he sits down, he's stressing much more than you are as he stares ahead, presumably at your father.

You can't see the expression of your father from this angle, but you knew that his skepticism knows no bounds. ''Who are you?'' You hear him ask, even though you've mentioned him before.

Ezio's voice is calm and collected as he answers him, their conversation threading off elsewhere, seemingly off topic. Ezio rolls with it, way too focused to think about anything else but a right moment to ask for your hand.

You listen and observe him as he talks, getting more and more relaxed by each moment passing. You know that there's nothing that he cannot do with such charisma and enthralling charm. It took but a simple question to win you over.

Do you have something for me, mia bella? His voice is soothing against your ear on that hot night, Carnevale seeping bright, vibrant colors, streets filled with acrobats and laughter. You catch his eye on a few occasions as he strolls down the streets busy with tents and carts full with sweets before he finally approaches your group and asks for a silk red ribbon you fiddle with in your one hand. Other is brought up to your mouth as you stifle a laugh and walk away.

He wastes no time as he trails behind you, a ghost of a smirk is on his lips. You recognize his white, elegant attire as he approaches you and brings himself close to you.

''Maybe I do, signore,'' you say as you look down at your empty hand. ''But it doesn't seem like it's only a ribbon that interests you?''

''True you are.'' His hand raises up to reveal a crimson ribbon as your eyes widen with surprise, but you do not complain. ''If time permits, we should meet again,'' he kisses the top of your hand as he turns on his heel and walks away, leaving you a helpless mess on a summer hot night in Venice.

You grow nervous inside, as if your heart tightens in your chest watching him wine and dine with your father, the conversation finally reaching the point of Ezio's original intend. You hear the words leave his mouth and the tick silence falls over the whole area. Immediately, you start to panic, thinking it's all over. Ezio is frozen in the chair, his hands on the each side, gripping the armrest.

No more of the hushed laughter coming from your mouth as Ezio serenades lovely tunes beneath your window. No more late night meet ups in your room while your father and mother are away, the villa at your disposal only. No more strolls down the narrow paths of Venice and small, iconic gifts that he leaves you with and after the each meeting, a knew wave of helpless desire for him to be finally yours to follow.

As an only child, you know that you should have prepared for the merciless rejection Ezio might face. Your family was never affiliated with Auditore in any way, but after the tragedy that had befallen them, the connection can only fight so much to exist.

However, instead of a firm and low 'no' coming from your father, you hear a chair scrape against the floor and his shoes clicking as he walks to the part of the room where you can see him. He motions for Ezio to step up and as soon as he does, your father takes Ezio's one hand in both of his and says, ''Be true, son,'' with a smile.

Ezio slowly nods, eyes wide as he gulps down a lump formed in his throat. To further confirm, he finally speaks up, ''I will.''

It is at that moment that you freeze in your place, unable to move. You watch the moment, unblinking as an enormous wave of happiness and relief washes over you. Taking a few steps back from the door, you wait for Ezio and your father to fully open them and as they do, you immediately jump into Ezio's arms, your own finding their way around his neck.

Brimmed with tears, you open your eyes once more to see your father, an honest smile on his face as he turns to leave the two of you alone and you can't help but let out a laugh that through the lack of breath barely makes a sound. There is no limit to your happiness as Ezio holds you tighter in his arms. He laughs with you in that moment where words are too weak a way to express what the two of you are feeling.