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Sealing Fate (Ezio X Theif!Reader)

My lungs burned as I heaved for air to fill the empty gap every second, my steps ragged and rushed while I sprinted down the cobblestone road. Carts were placed randomly and uneven in a variety of shapes and sizes, and of course I was left to dodge these obstacles on my own.

Evading the guards was not an easy task, and only the stupidest of citizens would dare preform, and only the trained Assassin could carry out successfully. Though I was neither, just a simple peasant folk with a knack for thievery.

"Hey you! Stop!" A guard called after me, his squad of fellow guardsmen following suit but slower. Their metal armour and weapons scrapping against each other, causing a ghostly echo through the darkened streets of Florence.

"You're going to have to catch me first, slowpokes!" I teased, a taunting cackle escaping my lips. The satchel of coin I was holding gripped even tighter than before.

I swerved into an alleyway to stop and take a minor break, but ran into a solid. . . figure? Or is that a wall? Either way I bounced back and landed against the cold rock with a 'thump!' as I landed on my bum. I groaned.

I looked up to get a better view at this wall, only to find a man. He wore red and white clothing with weapons strapped to his muscular body. I heard the footsteps of  the guards returning, causing me to scramble onto my feet and behind this mysterious man in seek of protection.

He placed his hand to his hips in an intimidation attempt, and wore a real mean scowl. I noticed his hand (only one) was gloved in brown leather.

"Where did she-?" A guard rounded the corner, seeing me cowering behind the unfamiliar man.

It was hard to see my identity features with his hood up and half his face covered. The guard's eyes widened upon gazing at this scene, and began shaking.

I peered over the man's shoulder to see the guards' reaction and giggled audibly. Moments later, the guard and his men scurried off without a word.

"Oh sir, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I thanked him, a appreciative smile coming on. He turned his head, those chocolate brown eyes of his boring into mine. He pulled down his restrictive hood, revealing his true physical self.

A scar upon his lip off to the side, brown orbs as well as hair, and a strong jawline. Damn, he was attractive.

He lightly grabbed my hand, kneeled down, and placed a gentle kiss to my knuckles. A blush spread like a plague across my face. He stood upright again, bowing slightly.

"Ezio Auditore de Firenze, at your service." Ezio stated, a smirk tugging at his perfect lips, "Proud to make your acquaintance, bella." Ezio complimented, causing the present blush to sink into a deep crimson. I choked down a rising giggle to avoid hurt pride.

"(Y/n) (L/n). Glad to meet you too, Ezio." I greeted, feeling safer with this mystery man over any other point in my life prior to this experience. "Thank you for saving me, kind sir." I thanked again, seeing how his chance stance changed from protective to overly proud. Ezio was visually boasting.

"Anything for such a bella donna like yourself, mi amore," Ezio commented, making me realize something: I've just stumbled upon one of the many flirts Italy has to offer. Just great.

I mentally facepalmed. Ezio saw my switch in emotions and decided to spark some conversation.

"Do you need to get home, amore? Do you need an escort?" Ezio interrogated, his aura transformed into something unidentifiable. Was it perhaps something more than heroism? Maybe. Maybe nothing more than a simple friendship kick start.

"No, no. I'm fine on my own," I replied shyly, all my previous confidence melting away, "It's not like I have a home anyway. . ." I whispered a wave of instant regret washes over me. I mentally shunned myself for having said anything.

Great. Another person to take pity on me, I thought, frustrated.

"You haven't yourself a home?" Ezio asked clearly concerned, his eyes flickering with a quick glaze of sorrow and guilt. As a thief, you learn to read people like books.

I frowned, focussing on my feet and that little weed sprouting from under the bricks than seeing Ezio's pitiful face.

"I. . .I'm a street girl. ." I admitted in an almost inaudible tone.

I was afraid. Afraid Ezio would just turn his back and walk away, forgetting I even existed and our meeting. So many people have come into my life, found out I was a beggar and left without question. Over time, I became numb to being left.

"I can make you an offer," Ezio claimed, his charm and flirting skills switching off internally. They were replaced with feelings of compassion and empathy, something no one ever displayed to me ever before.

I rose my brow in compliance, silently asking him to continue.

Hopefully, I thought, He won't publicly humiliate me. . . No. Ezio's different, I sense it.

"I can supply you with shelter, food, water, but for a price." Ezio persuaded, leaning towards me, "You must become an Assassin." He finished, my own eyes widening.

An Assassin?! If I do that, I'll be a soldier in a never-ending war! And I'll be a target! I'll place my life on the line, and for what? Some lousy housing?! I think not!, A part of me was screaming, but the other? 

Sure.

"Are you an Assassin, Ezio?" I innocently asked, my eyes glinting with curiosity. Ezio chuckled.

"Yes, amore, I'm an Assassin," Ezio answered with a sweet smile.

"Deal." Ezio and I shook on it, commenting on how training will start tomorrow.

~~~ TIMESKIP ~~~

Three years ago, Ezio welcomed me into the Brotherhood with open arms.

We trained together, we fought together, we were wounded together, and we will die together.

One year ago, Ezio proposed to me. I said yes, of course!

Three months ago, we found out I was pregnant.

Three years ago, I fell in love with an Assassin.

And three years ago, I sealed my fate.