Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|9|. Ezio ♡

A/N: Why is it that all my Ezio oneshots have a really strong aesthetic vibe to them? After seeing all the forest fires in Greece right now (my heart goes to all the families who have lost loved ones to them), it reminded me of when I went there when I was younger and I thought of the olive groves I rode through on a horse. I wanted a more aesthetic vibe though so I decided on a lemon grove. Don't forget to vote, comment and share. Always feel free to leave suggestions and prompts! 

Translations: Sì - yes / Bella - beautiful / Signore - Sir / Merda - shit / Amore - love.

-Kia C.

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Citrus and Roses

"You are not to act as yourself or your house and grove will be burned to the ground. Tonight you shall pretend you are signora Lucia, do you understand?" The young woman's bottom lip trembled as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"S-sì. . . I understand." She spoke with a shaky tone as a wine red dress was forced into her arms. She was an easy target to force to impersonate Lucia, a corrupt politician's wife, as she shared the same (s/t) tone and (h/l)-length (h/c) hair. Though, her eyes were a captivating (e/c), unlike the woman she was forced into pretending to be, who possessed eyes like strong coffee with milk splashed around her pupils. The only differences between them that would be visible with the mask would be their eyes.

"Get ready for tonight." The guard spoke up before slamming the young woman's door in her own face. She watched as he mounted his palomino horse and rode down the dirt road that would lead him back to Venice. The (h/c)-haired young woman lived a short distance out of town and owned a lemon grove - she supplied the fruits to merchants throughout the country and had her family help her with harvesting the citrus fruits.

As soon as he was out of sight, her expression changed within an instant to one of rage, clashing against her tear stained cheeks as her shaking ceased like a house of cards falling lifelessly to a table.

The act alone was enough to make one think she would make a brilliant actress. . . Or a sociopath.

Wiping away her forced tears, the young woman glared down at the dress. She had been picked at random for her looks without any background checks involved. Thus the guards were unaware of her cunning nature.

If she was impersonating a woman who was married to a man possessing great amounts of political power, then this Lucia was in danger so someone was being forced to take a hit for her.

That someone being (Y/n).

Wanted posters for an assassin were pinned up all over Venice - for now, this is all (Y/n) had as a suspect of what this threat towards Lucia could be. She most certainly would not put her life in jeopardy but at the same time had to assure she would not end up both homeless and penniless. Turning to prostitution was not an option for the female who had a whole family to provide for - the lemon grove was the only source of income the large family had. She glared down at the garment in her arms as a plan formed in her head.

She could always show up at Carnevale then give the guards the slip - Lucia was notorious for flirting so no one would find it out of her nature if she wandered off with a man. She had to do a bit of impersonating to be able to give them the slip without raising any suspicion.

(Y/n) could bribe a man with money or an empty promise of her body before she turned to threat to use them for her escape.

The escape would be difficult in that long dress - she would trip over the skirts when she ran and would be unable to utilise her climbing skills to get away. She would have to modify it.