[ONGOING] Assassin's Creed Oneshots (REQUESTS OPEN - SMUT INCLUDED)

ℂ𝘢Ί𝙢 ⏤ 𝞔𝐳𝔦০ ╳ 𝜧০ԁ𝑒ᣴ𝗻 ℛ𝑒𝘢ԁ𝑒ᣴ

Me: *stealthily typing so Edward doesn't yell at me*

Edward: Love...What did I say about starting a new oneshot after finishing the last one?

Me: Absolutely nothing?

Edward: ...Ash.

Me: Leave me be. I haven't updated in a while, okay? I need to let the reader know I'm not dead-

Edward: If you stay up all night, no cuddles for a week.

Me: ...Fine.

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Note: French and Italian will be used

TW: Mentions of prostitution/strip clubs, alcohol, violence, mentions of drugs, mentions of incest (I'm sorry I just had the idea to put Cesare and Lucrezia Borgia in this-)

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Your POV

You walk into the house, seething. You slam the front door and go up to your room. You sit on your bed and just cry. After a while, you call one of the only people you trusted but hadn't talked to since an argument a few months ago. It was on instinct, without being able to stop yourself. Your best friend, Ezio. You could have called Altaïr, Aveline, or anyone else but you tapped Ezio's contact instinctively.

"Bella? (Beauty)"

"Ezio...Could you come over and bring everyone else too? I need to talk to someone..."

"Sì (Yes), I will...Are you sure you're alright, tesoro (treasure)? You sound...drained."

He called you treasure? A first, but Ezio was always flirting with you. "I'm fine."

"I'll get everyone else. Ciao, amore. (Bye, love)"

You hang up and check the time on your phone. 1:25pm.

Maybe you could cry some more before everyone else was here.

Ezio's POV

Y/N on the phone had felt...off. He couldn't place it, but...They didn't seem like their normal self. Sending a text to the group chat with everyone-him and Y/N included-he gets off his bed and heads to their house, which was only up the street from his own.

He wanted to hold them, ask what was wrong, see if they were okay so he gets to them as fast as he can.

Your POV

You had been lying in bed for what seemed like eternity.

A knock on the front door. You force yourself to get out of your bed and trudge to the front door. Opening it, you see the person you wanted to see yet absolutely didn't want to see. It was an...odd feeling. "Ezio..?" you mumble.

"What happened." No lighthearted jokes, just this...frozen anger.

"...Lucrezia."

"What did she say."

"That I'm not worth anything and that I should...k-kill myself..."

Ezio's POV

Pure undiluted rage.

That was what he felt when he stepped into the house and hugged Y/N tight. "Where is she." he asks, still feeling that undiluted rage coursing through his veins. "I-I think the strip club on Seventh..?"

"That sketchy place by Desmond's bar?"

"Yeah..."

He squeezes their shoulder and says soothingly, "I'll be back, okay? Everyone else is coming soon, so you'll be all right."