Short || Ezio + Arno + Altair x Male ReaderEzio:Ezio yawned, stretching his arms above his head. He stared at you from where he stood by your window already adorned in his assassin robes. Your back was to him, the blankets having shifted to hang across your hips, revealing the bare slope of your waist. Swiftly placing a kiss onto your head, he made his way to the window, seconds from taking a leap when your voice came from behind him.“And where do you think you’re going, Ezio Auditore?” You asked, making the assassin freeze before slowly turning to face you.“Ah, (y/n). Did I wake you?” He questioned, his eyes roaming down your form when he saw you sitting, the blankets pooling around your hips. The lean outline of your torso muscles was clear and he fought the urge to immediately immerse himself with you the same way he did that night before.“No.” You said before standing up, making sure the sheets stayed around your waist before walking over to wrap your arms around him, tho
Templar's Dog||Jacob Frye x Male Reader||Part 1You glanced up when there was a knock on the door before you, realizing that your hand had rose to rapt your knuckles against the wood. Your eyes caught on the flashing assassin symbol on your gauntlet, hand freezing where it hovered in the air. A wave of guilt washed over you before you clenched your fist, moving your arm back to your side to remove the symbol from your sight, burying the feeling deep down and out of your mind.There was no room for distraction.The weight around your neck reminded your of that, the black leather choker around your neck bearing the red cross that hung there, clear for anyone to see. It burned against your skin, the leather digging into your skin. You were just another pawn in his game, another dog to take orders from him.And it made you sick.Pushing the door open with the “enter” that resonated through the door, you entered his office, taking the few steps it took for you to cross the room. Your black coat swished around your legs, eyes
Templar's Dog|| Jacob Frye x Male Reader ||Part 2You entered the swarm of red and green, attention solely fixed on the assassin. Guns fired, knives slashed, fists smashed and you were satisfied to know that your attention was returned. Pushing through the crowd, Blighters moving out of your way as soon as they saw you, and Rooks falling at your feet when they met your blades, you vaulted over a fallen Rooks body when you were a few feet away from him. Your hidden blade snapped out, hand drawing back and ready.The sound of metal scraping against the stone floor rung in your ears, looking down to see that the assassin had rolled back just before you blade could pierce him. Something rustled near your ear and you leaned back, eyes catching sight of the armed fist that whistled past you, the brass knuckles glinting. You almost shivered at the thought of the pain those would cause. You rammed your fist into his elbow, sending his arm across his torso, but his other fist was already moving. It was a dance of attack, dodge, dodge, attack.