Imagine: Being chased through Firenze by Vieri's men and laughing together once you slip down an alleyway and disappear into the crowds
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“Voi idioti! How hard is it to catch two measly aristocratic brats?”
The harsh grating of Vieri’s voice drifted through the warm, evening air, clashing with the sound of the nearby river. The dying sunlight splashed against the cool stone of the building you leaned against, painting it a soft orange. Panting lightly, a tired smile tugged lazily at your lips as you glanced over at your partner. The young, olive-skinned boy returned your smirk. Ezio was never one to pass on an opportunity to drive Vieri de’ Pazzi up the wall in frustration; nor were you one to leave him to his own devices. It takes two to make mischief after all.
“This is the last time we ever taunt Vieri by the Arno, Ezio. I’m going to smell for weeks,” you scolded, running a hand through your wet hair. Ezio had thought it wise to rile Vieri up while his gang was stationed by the river. One thing led to another and you found yourself thrown into the freezing water.
“Your clothes will dry, [Y/n],” he replied with a chuckle before taking a deep sniff of the air. “But I will admit, you do smell like a dead fish.”
You smacked his arm and he laughed harder. The sound of footsteps rounded the corner and a group of Vieri’s thugs appeared, highlighted in the evening sun. Ezio pushed off the wall, raising his fists defensively. You followed suit, not one to let him face Vieri’s muscle alone. Usually Federico would have accompanied you on your outing but Giovanni required his services at the bank. Leather creaked as your adversaries clenched their fists and swung. Ezio ducked with ease and threw a few uppercuts at the first one. The man went stumbling back, holding his jaw. You rolled your eyes.
“I thought your father told you to stop picking fights with the Pazzi, Ezio,” you lilted, sidestepping a charge from another thug. He slammed into the alley wall, blood gushing from his nose. “Or, if you did engage them, to not break his men.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
The sun felt warm on your damp face as the two of you worked in sync. The group of thugs truly had nothing on you; where they were rushed and frustrated, you and Ezio were calm and excited. Time seemed to slow as Ezio threw one last punch, effectively ending the tussle. Wiping a few droplets of blood from your split lip, you offered a grin. Your twinkling eyes caught his and Ezio felt his breath stutter. Standing in the dying sunlight, water dripping from your clothes, and blood streaking your face, he had never seen such beauty. No one held a candle to you.
“Come now, Ezio darling, I haven’t struck you speechless have I?” you teased before grabbing his hand. “Let’s leave before their friends come looking.”
You dragged him behind you. The streets continued to darken as the pair of you disappeared into the crowds. A scolding was waiting for you both upon your return, but for now, you wanted to lose yourself in the streets of Firenze with your best friend. You knew you wouldn’t trade this for the world as the two of you giggled and disappeared into the streets.
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Another imagine finished. As you can tell, I absolutely adore Ezio; he's my absolute favorite Assassin, has been since I started playing the games.
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