Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|33|. M! Ezio ♡ I

SONG SPECIALLY CHOSEN TO CREATE ATMOSPHERE - BEST  READING EXPERIENCE WITH HEADPHONES
 Translations: Cazzo - fuck / bella - beautiful / fidanzata - girlfriend / Sicuro, sicuro, so che ti piace - of course, of course, I know you like him / che cosa? - what? / io - I / Buona sera - good evening

Qotd: do you like parties?

No, I'm more comfortable with family ones but I usually do have anxiety attacks at public ones and have to leave almost as soon as I arrive

-Kia C.

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The Party

Ezio was hands down the coolest guy on campus. With those charming looks, family money, flashy car, brains and social-butterfly personality, there wasn't a lot you could find in him to dislike. And he threw the most popular house parties off campus.

His mother and sister were out for the weekend visiting their uncle but he had insisted on staying home to 'study' when he really wanted to throw a party.

(Y/n) only had one class with him - her Italian history class. She was taking three languages courses and the history of each country to go with them. She had been tempted to ask him for help with her Italian language class but decided against it - she hardly knew him anyway.

He'd usually show up in some form of designer clothing and flashy shoes - he always had the latest iPhone and all the new accessories such as AirPods or an Apple Watch. It was clear that his family was minted. He paid close attention to the class that she shared with him though, lapping up the knowledge as he took notes down on his laptop. (Though at times he'd take a little detour to do some online shopping). He was in good shape too - judging by the bag he'd bring to his last class on Wednesdays, he was a boxer too. Either way, (Y/n) knew of him but she'd yet to speak to him.

Currently, she was thinking back to a conversation she'd had with her friends earlier on that evening. . .

"C' mon, (Y/n), it'll be fun!" Kassandra begged.

"Maybe for you but not for me, I don't like parties." She huffed.

"Just this once?" Anne piped up, "You never come with us!"

"I know but-"

"Please (N/n), just try it, if you don't like it then we won't ask you ever again?" Aya contributed. The (h-c)-haired female released a sigh, knowing she would deeply regret what she was going to say next.

"Alright, fine." There was a cheer from the other four girls, seeing as Mary was there also before they all started to get ready.

In the end, (Y/n) had curled her (h/l) (h/c) tresses, styling them into a messy bun atop her head, pulling out the longer pieces at the sides to frame her face. Her makeup was as it usually was - minimal. She'd winged her eyeliner, edging it with a stroke of white, applied golden glittery eyeshadow with a little mascara, piled on some clear lip gloss and she'd gone the little extra mile and added some golden highlight to her facial features.

On her body was a figure-hugging long-sleeved black dress that was off-the-shoulder with black velvet knee-high boots that laced at the back and she wore a denim jacket, a thick velvet choker necklace and smaller bits of gold jewellery to accent the outfit.

But this was remembering herself in her dorm mirror.

As soon as she got to the party, her anxiety showed up as if on queue, making her feel as though something terrible would happen. Everywhere she turned, she felt claustrophobic, like people were out to hurt and judge her. She was worried that someone would try to drug anything she drank, that someone would try to grab at her inappropriately. Her ears only picked up on the nastier statements in conversations, making her worry that it was about herself, in her mind every laugh was aimed at her. She knew deep down that it wasn't but that didn't stop anything.