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Romano x Assassin!Reader

*ليس هناك ما هو صحيح، فكل شيء مباح.

Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent.

You scanned the meandering crowds below, mentally taking note of the patrol patterns of the guards and the random wanderings of the civilians.

Hide in plain sight.

No one realized that you were there. No one ever bothered to look up. It was a basic, naïve mistake.

Your task was a simple one: a Templar assassin was gunning for your mentor. He knew it, and wanted you to identify and take care of it. Simple, easy.

Your mentor was below, resting on a bench. He blended perfectly, of course. You had to keep your eye on him at all times. It would be just like him to try and lose you while you were protecting him.

Someone was heading toward your mentor. That in itself was not unusual. But then the man stopped before him and subtly drew a knife. Your mentor barely glanced up. You had no time to think. You took a flying leap off the roof, landing on the man's shoulders. Your hidden blade penetrated the back of his neck, and he was dead before he hit the ground. All hell broke loose around you, but your mentor looked on calmly as you gently turned your victim over onto his back. His eyes were open. You closed them, then laid a hand on his still heart.

"Riposa in pace," you murmured. Your mentor nodded approvingly.

"Bene," he commended you. "Let's go." He stood and, with more agility than one would expect from such an old man, scaled the nearest shop. You were about to follow, when you were suddenly knocked to the ground.

"Mi dispiace tanto!" exclaimed a panicked voice. Good thing, too, because your first instinct was to lash out. You stood quickly, glancing down at your accidental assailant.

He was a rather attractive young man, probably about your age. He had auburn hair, and squinty eyes that looked brownish. A weird curl stuck out to the side of his head, bouncing slightly as he panted, obviously recovering from a sprint.

"Are you alright?" you asked him, though you didn't offer him any help in standing. What reason would he have for sprinting down this deserted street?

"Sì," he smiled pleasantly, standing up and dusting himself off. "I'm alright now that I've met you, bella signora."

You rolled your eyes. You were now fairly confident that he wasn't dangerous, but your mentor had probably already left you far behind. You turned to go.

"FELICIANO!"

With a cry of fear, the young man ducked behind you, holding your shoulders and trembling. Your hidden blade was out before you knew what was happening, but you stopped yourself a fraction of a second before you turned around and stabbed him. Your job was to protect the innocent, and judging by his behavior, there could be no one more innocent than he in all of Firenze.

Another young man was sprinting down the road, looking furious. His hair was darker than the first man's, and his body language communicated obvious irritation, but other than that, they looked extremely similar. Brothers? He was glaring right through you and stopped, addressing the quivering man over your shoulder.

"How many times have I told you to stay away from that potato bastardo?" he demanded. "And then just running off, with all the dangerous shit that goes on in this fucking city! Just look!" He pointed accusingly at the corpse of your victim, the only other person around.

"But I'm alright, fratello," said Feliciano, still sounding somewhat happy despite his cowardice. "Also, you're being rude to la signora."

The second man stopped suddenly, glancing at your face as if he hadn't noticed you before. He blushed lightly.

"Le mie scuse," he muttered, averting his eyes. He was slightly more attractive than his brother. You half-smiled, ever cautious.

"Non è un problema," you assured him. It actually sort of was a problem, because you had now been delayed several minutes. You knew from experience that the longest it ever took the guards to reach any particular point in the city was six minutes. That would usually be a ridiculous amount of time to escape, but these two were endangering your life, as well as their own, though they obviously didn't know it.

"Come ti chiami, bella?"

You debated answering truthfully. A name was just a name; yours wouldn't be of any use in tracking you down. But still…

"What's yours?" you demanded, sounding a bit more defensive than you would have liked. He smiled, and you were surprised by how much more attractive it made him look.

He took your hand (the one without the blade), and bent over it. It wasn't so much a kiss as his lips barely brushing your skin, but still. You were too shocked by the sudden mood swing to find it charming. What happened to the man who was cussing out his brother a moment ago?

"Lovino Vargas, al vostro servizio."

Shouts from around the corner. Running feet. You yanked your hand from Lovino's, turning to finally follow your mentor.

"Aspetti!" called Feliciano, sounding upset. "You didn't tell us your name!"

One of the marks of a good Assassin is to judge the situation and act in a split second, based on pure instinct. In that second, you judged the exact level of danger behind revealing your name, and acted accordingly.

Never compromise the Brotherhood.

You shouted your name over your shoulder as you dashed at the wall, scaling it in a second. You heard Feliciano gasp. Civilians always got a kick out of watching free running.

You glanced around, then saw your mentor crouched on a nearby roof. Swiftly and silently, you made your way over to him. The Vargas brothers were still staring in the direction that you had vanished. Templar guards were coming, hoping to catch an Assassin in the act. As if.

Though they were completely innocent, it wouldn't look good for Feliciano and Lovino to stick around. They turned away from the body, walking swiftly in the opposite direction, toward your vantage point. As they drew nearer, you saw Lovino mutter something to himself, a distinct, easy-to-read word. Just one word.

"Assassina."**
*The Assassin motto: "Nothing is true, everything is permitted."
**Obviously this is the feminine version of 'Assassino,' but the literal translation is 'murderess.' So, is Lovino acknowledging your status, or calling you a murderer? Perhaps both. Father used to say, there were no right answers.

Your mentor is not necessarily Ezio. He's just a random Assassin more senior to you. Also, you should be able to figure out most of the Italian from context. If it isn't obvious what the phrase means, it isn't important. You can Google it if you like.

THERE WILL BE NO SEQUEL.

I don't write sequels, but I'd be interested to see how this unfolds. It could stay a Romano x Reader fic, evolve into a Veneziano x Reader fic, or even into a threesome, I suppose. If you want, you can write your own sequel. Just be sure to link me to it~
© 2012 - 2024 OkamiTatsuya
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LithiumAzaelus's avatar
I wanna play Assassins Creed now...Btw, this story was great!