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Ezio doing his best to make a good impression on your parents when he officially introduces himself. But the fact that they just recently caught him sneaking out of your bed early in the morning is making things a little tense.

“Ah, yes, of course.... I apologize again! You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“What? You should not have been in our house in the first place—“

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Due to how ready Connor often is to drop whatever he’s doing and come to your aid in any situation, you can’t quite help but wonder if he might be a little more interested than he lets on.

“I don’t mean to offend but... I am sure you could do this yourself, too.”

“Maybe — but I like spending time with you.”

“Oh...!”

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Jacob coming home with a very special gift for you...

“I believe you’ve wanted this for a while, hm?”

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Kassandra is often away for weeks or months at a time — so you make sure to show her how much you’ve missed her when she finally returns.

“Should I check for any new scars, love?”

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You’re in over your head on a mission. Facing far more opponents than you’d expected, they manage to find an opening and temporarily knock you off your feet. After a few seconds of disorientation, you open your eyes to see backup has arrived — in the form of your lover Arno, who leans over you to make sure you’re alright.

“Well, hello gorgeous. Need a hand?”

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Arno insisting on getting up late at night to look after your crying baby — but his busy days take their toll on him too, so you often find them asleep together, snuggled up and happy.

“Come now, time to get up. Breakfast is waiting for you two.”

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It’s not an unusual sight anymore to see your lover make a sudden escape out of your shared home. And even though worry often eats at you, you always know he’ll come back to you.

“Don’t you dare not come back to me in one piece.”

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Jacob surprising you with how sincerely he thinks of your shared future together, even if the time you’ve spent together so far hasn’t been too long.

“I know I tease a lot and joke around but... This? This is it. You know that, right?

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Jacob getting excited every time he comes up with another extravagant plan to impress you.

“Don’t worry Evie! It’s safe... enough. And it’ll look amazing. They won’t be able to believe their eyes!”

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Spending a cold winter’s night in front of the fire with Connor, and falling in love with him as you both share memories and stories with each other.

“Of course I can tell you another one. I... also do not want to part just yet.”

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Barnabas complaining about noises during the night that keep him from falling asleep — and you and Alexios quickly exchange a wide-eyed but amused look.

“Huh. Strange indeed. Must have been the wind moaning.”

“Alexios!”

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Mary telling Edward that if he won’t ask you out soon she’ll gladly do it.

“I think I’ll be the better choice anyway, Captain.”

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Sitting on the beach in Nassau, stars twinkling overhead as a fire raged on the beach Edward watched you dancing away as some of his crew members played music. You had changed into some native dress, your middle showing and a long skirt with slits all the way up your thighs. Kidd came to sit next to him, elbow nudging his side.

“Dressed like that, you better go get her before one of the crew tries their hand.” Edward didn’t dare take his eyes from you as your hips swayed seductively.

“They all know to keep their distance, I made it clear that she is no possession to be sought after.” She watched his eyes that were glued to your body, moving with you as you danced. He knew all about James Kidd/Mary so when she spoke next he finally tore his eyes away.

“If you don’t go over there and talk to her, I will. I don’t have to follow your rules, besides I’d be better choice anyway.” He quirked an eyebrow, his tone low as he spoke.

“You’d be the better choice?” Kidd’s smile widened as she spoke to Edward but looked at you.

“Of course. We have the same equipment, if anything, I’d know how to make her toes curl and her voice go horse.” He sat stunned for a few minutes as his mind processed what had just been said to him.

There was laughter roaring around the cracking fire and soon the sound of your laughter snapped Edward from his shock. His eyes turn to find you, and when he did he saw Kidd standing next to you, sly smile across her pale lips. He wasted no time standing up, grabbing a bottle from a nearby table and making his way straight to your side.

“Kidd,” he said with a nod of his then, then he turned to you. “Lass, could I interest you in a drink?” Your cheeks pinked under his gaze and you held out your glass to be filled by the blond man before you. As you looked back at Kidd, she excused herself but not before giving Edward a slight jab in his arm. Those blue eyes were locked into yours as you sipped on the rum now in your glass. There was a silence that settled between you two, but as he raised the bottle to his lips, you couldn’t help it anymore.

“Who does Kidd think she’s fooling. I can’t be the only one who knows she a woman.” He nearly spit out his drink before forcing it down, chucking as he looked at you.

“More people than you’d think don’t have a clue.” You smiled as bit your lip as you let your eyes roam over his exposed torso. He noticed you you eying him up and he couldn’t hold back his smug smile.

“See something that interest you?” Maybe it was the rum, or maybe it was all the weeks you’d been here in Nassau all alone, but whatever it was sure made you bold.

“Oh very much so Captain. Perhaps you’d give me a private showing of all that ink on your skin.” He took you by the waist and pulled your body close to his and he spoke on deep tone.

“Join me in my home tonight and you can explore my skin like your own private map.”

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Connor not quite being able to explain why he feels so uncomfortable seeing you being flirted with — or maybe he just doesn’t quite want to admit his deep feelings for you yet.

“No, I’m fine. Simply trying to focus on the mission at hand — perhaps you two should, too.”

“You sound a little angry.”

“No... ah, I apologize.”

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Meeting Arno because you began to work at the Café Théâtre, and since you are both quite busy during the day, most of your dates are the few peaceful hours shared over some coffee.

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How happy and relieved Jacob is seeing you safe and sound and with a witty joke on your lips after he thought you in mortal danger.

“I was worried sick, and you’re making comments about my outfit?”

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With your parents being important and quite rich members of London’s high society, you can never quite escape the boring balls they attend. You ask Evie to come with you to make it a little more bearable — but you two just end up sneaking out as quickly as you can. You’ll have more fun that way in any case.

“That was... interesting.”

“Hardly. You did look beautiful though, Miss Frye.”

“Oh? Well, thank you. So did you.”

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Connor coming home from a mission that sent him far away for a while — and when he returns you can’t barely wait for him to be through the front door to tell him what’s been on your mind for most of the time: you two are expecting your first child.

“You—.... is it true? Oh my love....!”