Ezio Auditore x Thief!Reader
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It was another day if Florence.

You were sitting on a rooftop, watching all of the ant-like people below your dangling feet. Florence wasn't a loud or super busy town. People usually did their thing and didn't want to attract attention to themselves. Nor did you. But there was always this one man, dressed in white and red robes. He liked to attract a lot of attention to himself. You have never seen his face, you've never heard him speak, all you've seen him do is run from guards or jumping around on rooftops.

You were always the curious type. Silent, but very talented at being super quiet. If you wanted to, you could steal without anyone noticing. And you did. So when this guy caught your eye, lets just say that you were seriously interested in figuring out who this guy was.

You swing your feet back and forth, eyeing the quiet space around you. Behind your sitting body, a dead guards body laid sprawled out on the orange and red rooftop. You twist the sharp edged knife in your hands, craning your head towards the sudden commotion down the street. Right on cue, that same white robed guy comes running down the street with tons of guards right behind him. With a pained smile, you watch the guy whip back to the group of guards and jam a sword through his throat.

"Huh. I would've used a dagger." You mumble, tipping your head to the side.

The guy continues to skillfully takeout all the guards. Whether it was with a butcher knife, swords, or his hidden blades with the combination of smoke bombs, he finally succeeded on killing them all. You cross your legs, leaning your elbows on your knees to peer down at this mysterious guy that you were so interested in. He bends down, digging in the pockets of the dead guards, getting a pretty good amount of coin. People on the street gather around, cussing and yelling at him to 'leave the dead be'. As he continues to loot the bodies, ignoring the people, you mentally prepare yourself for the awkward conversation that was about to commence.

"Hey, you're really good at fighting. Where did you learn?" You speak up, making him almost jump a mile high in the air.

He twists and turns, looking for where you might be. He looked seriously confused and it made your giggle box turn on. You start to chuckle, your chuckles turning into laughing. It takes him awhile, but he finally looks up to see you sitting on the roof above him. You still couldn't see his face, though. The stupid hood kept you from doing so.

After your laughing dies down, you wipe away the happy tears threading to spill from your eyes, looking down at him with a gigantic smile.

"Well? Are you going to tell me or not?" You purse your lips, quirking a brow at him and shoving your knife back into your pocket.

"And why should I tell you, belle?" His thick Italian accent laces his words.

You narrow your eyes menacingly, mouth curving up into a bitter smile. Man, this guy was not as friendly as you thought he would be. But you kind of blamed yourself for thinking such a stupid thing. He kills people. What did you expect?

"Because I'm intrigued." You bluntly put it, crossing your arms.

He turns away, walking off with a group of people he didn't know, passing by some oblivious guards that had no idea who they missed. Letting out a sharp breath, you uncross your arms and put a palm to your forehead.

"That didn't go as smooth as I wanted it to..."

"I agree," that same Italian accent comes from behind you.

With a small smile, you turn back to the guy behind you. He towered over your sitting down figure, his uncovered lips curled into a heart stopping smirk. He didn't seem to mind the dead guard behind him. The first thing you notice his the scar over the left side of his lips. You stand up, dusting off your bottom with a heavy sigh.

"You got a name, mi amore?" He tilts his head like a lost puppy.

Your cheeks dust a light pink, the embarrassment suddenly getting to you. You clasp your hands behind your back, giving a sheepish smile.

"(Y/n). You?"

"Ezio Auditore."

He reaches up and swiftly pulls off his hood, smirk widening at your glazed over eyes. You couldn't help but stare, your mouth hanging open and eyes wide. You loved how this guy looked. Not only was he good at fighting, he looked hot as well.

His dark brown hair was tied up with a bright red ribbon, and his brown eyes glowed a bit golden. Shaking your head, you give a nervous smile. The scar creased at his smirk stretching.

"Nice to... meet you?" You swallow, cheeks now burning a noticeable bright red.

His hand slyly makes its way around your waist, pulling you close to him and into his chest. You clamp your mouth shut, knowing if you were to say anything it would most likely be the death of you. He leans his head down to your face, eyes pooled with cockiness. As his slightly lips brush over yours, you snap and bump out of his grasp, snatching his pack of money while you were at it.

You start walking backwards, giving him a wink and blowing him a kiss. This time, his cheeks turned a bright red, a surprised expression on his face. You hold the pouch behind your back, giving a small wave.

"See you later lover boy!" You laugh, holding up the pouch with a laugh before sprinting away and over to the other building.

His eyes widen, patting his hips to find that you were the one that took his pouch. With dark eyes but a playful smile, his slips his hood back over his face and runs after you, hoping to get his money back.

It was too late, though. You had spent it all already. Oops.

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This one shot was so bad. Anyway, Connor will be next.

And I used google translate for this chapter. Don't judge me if it isn't right! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed? :>