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astringofmadhousefloozies · 3 years

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Surprises

Surprises of all kinds, found after a shopping trip goes wrong. Content warning for coarse language, sexuality, threats of violence, mentions of suicide and incest, and copious amounts of headcanons.

As always, there is more in my Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction tag, and send me a message if you liked it, I crave positive feedback.

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TXT: where the fuck are you guys it's already quarter past

After a few minutes, you got a ding.

M: idia doenst want t leave something about a person see you aftr he needs freind

Oh goddammit, it's so fucking hard to get him out and about. At least Mal was with him.

You looked to Grim at your feet. "Looks like it's just us, buddy."

~*~*~*~

It was just you and Grim browsing through the dollar store, when a boy in a ratty shop apron came up to you. "Ma'am?"

You turned to him, and he coughed. "Uh, Miss. You're not supposed to have pets in the store."

Grim bristled at him. "I'm not a pet!"

Poor kid, he looked so startled. And you decided to make it worse, because yanno, why not. "How dare you refer to my son as a pet! Does he look like a pet to you?"

He looked between your face and Grim's, confusion growing. "Wh-"

"I know the resemblance isn't the strongest, but honestly! How could you say such mean things about him!"

Grim, bless him, actually caught on and decided to play along for the chaos of it. "Why are you being so mean to me? My mom works hard to keep me happy! She said I could pick out a toy today!"

The confusion had turned to anger. "That's not your kid! You're too young and he's an animal!"

Grim looked up at you, mock tears in his eyes. "I'm your kid, right? I'm not adopted like the boys at school say?" He started sniffling. "I'm not adopted, right?"

You clapped your hands over Grim's ears and glared at the now horrified shopboy. "Look what you've done! I hadn't told him yet!"

He just fled in horror, and it was all you could do to keep from laughing.

~*~*~*~

The village on the island wasn't the worst appointed. Being equidistant between two prestigious magic schools, it had a few places worth going, and after hitting up your personal favourite, you went to a small park, settled down on a bench, and started unwrapping your prizes.

You have a love for gashapon machines that bordered on a serious problem. In your biweekly trips to buy snacks and supplies to stock up your miserable, beautiful dorm, you easily fed 3000 madol (which you think was about thirty-five dollars or so at home, but couldn't be sure) into the long rows of machines in the drug store, coming out with tiny keychains, figures, and various useless but wonderful little totchkes that you kept lined up in rows in your bedroom. The joys of tiny presents! And the containers were useful too; for a creature who heavily insisted he wasn't a cat, Grim lost his shit like one every time your rolled a ball with a bell inside across the floor.

You were marveling over a tiny, perfectly realistic jellyfish on a phone strap as someone sat down heavily beside you. "Is that," they pointed to Grim poking his way around the cattails by an ornamental pond, "yours?"

"... Yes?" You turned to examine your seatmate. Charmingly strange looking, they sat impeccably robed in forest green velvet and squinted at you from behind perfectly round sunglasses. Flat-faced and thin-lipped, they reminded you of a toad, with their roundness and severe expression.

"Ah, then you are the one I am looking for. You're the pet of the prince."

"I'm a friend of his. Is that a problem?" You decided to keep opening your prizes, and pulled out a heavy ball from the bottom of your bag.

"His Highness does not have human friends."

"And yet, I am." This one, unwrapped, was the chase in the set: a tiny cauldron the size of a thimble that seemed to be actual cast iron. The chill of it was pleasant in your hand, and instead of returning it to your bag, you left it in your lap.

This presumptive stranger leaned in. "You're a diversion. A distraction from what he should be learning. Instead he plays with mortals and lets them forget their place."

"If it was so important that he didn't play with mortals, then why was he allowed to attend here?" You got a cheap set of rings on a goldtone chain in this one. Boo. You'd wanted the miniature necklace of the set for your doll. "He's very happy with the company of us all."

"Too happy. He forgets his place." The toady eyed the glittering paste gems before looking away. "Above you. Instead he crawls into your lap and serves you like a dog."

You froze. "Now, where did you get that idea?"

"We have sources." They leaned in further, smiling. A barely perceptible line of triangular teeth, sparsely placed and translucent in tone. "Foul things happen to the unwanted lovers of heirs, don't you know?"

"I am a wanted friend."

"You're a parasite who should flee."

You realized something, and turned to face your strange benchmate. "Why are you threatened by me?"

They scoffed. "Why would we be threatened by you?"

"If you weren't," you said, dropping your voice as your leaned in, "then you wouldn't be here trying to put the fear into me." They leaned back, glasses slipping off their nose. The eyes in their face were exquisite, shining gold and black speckles with a ring of gold around an oval pupil. You could help but laugh. "Pretty eyes. You really are a toad. Who sent you? The Thorn Witch? Can't be, I'm not worth her time and if I was, she'd've sent a fucking letter."

"We're a concerned party, preventing our future king from making the mistake of dealing with filth."

Well, that one pissed you off. You grabbed their wrist, feeling bumps and warts on their skin through the fabric, and pressed the tiny cauldron to the back on their hand as they started screeching.

"You," you looked them dead in their impossibly lovely eyes, "You go back where you came from, tell them I'm not a threat to whatever stupid bullshit they're worried about, and never bother us again. Or I will make you swallow this and you'll beg the precious prince you're so damned worried about to burn you alive to stop the pain."

You'd never seen anyone run so fast in your life when you let them go.

"Hey, Grim! We gotta go."

~*~*~*~

TXT: MAL SOMEONE SENT ME A TOADY SAYING I CAN'T BE AROUND YOU ANYMORE

TXT: MIGHTA BEEN YOUR GMA BUT I DON'T THINK SO

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"I'm gonna kill that fucker."

"Killing them might start an international incident. If one hasn't happened already. You burnt them with iron, Yuu."

"I should have done worse! Whoever the fuck they were, that's two friends they've tried to threaten to stay away from you! That we know of!"

It turns out that the mystery toady had been the person to scare the piss out of Idia the night before. Not that they'd gotten far into their leave-the-prince-alone spiel, Idia had simply kicked them square in the stomach and fled, assuming another kidnapping attempt.

"It wouldn't have been my grandmother. In the last letter I got from her, she said it was very nice that I was making friends. She said to keep making them, even."

"She'd probably care if she knew you were sleeping with said friends." Idia was curled into the corner of his bed, and from the looks of it hadn't slept since his own encounter.

"No she wouldn't."

"You sure about that?"

You'd said that that was only going to happen once. Everyone agreed. But when all three of you settled in to play a game or watch a movie, hands moved and bodies flushed and you all seemed to find yourself tangled and gasping. And it didn't seem to require all three of you - you no longer had the strength to say no to Mal's obvious advances, and you'd walked in on your boys more than once. At least you were still friends? Really, really close friends?

"She wouldn't."

"Could they be worried about heirs?" That seemed logical. Even if no accidents were happening, they might not know that.

"That's not possible."

You raised an eyebrow. Everything worked right, and you all knew it.

Mal looked back at you. "Yuu, I hatched from an egg. I could have you both five times a day for a decade and all there would be to show for it is you couldn't walk. I cannot have children with either of you without magical intervention."

Idia made a truly impressive death rattle before mumbling something about the end of his bloodline, and you just nodded. "Makes sense."

"It's quite interesting, really, it requires numerous spells and potions, that if not kept up on, the babe will-" Malleus placed his hands together, back to back, and mimed the motion of tearing something open.

You flinched. "That's awful, goddamn."

"I have a direct ancestor who took a great deal of human women as breeding stock and simply let them be eaten from the inside out. That's what started one of the earlier human/faerie wars."

"... Wow."

"I am not proud of her."

"Can we please talk about anything else?" Idia looked ready to be sick. "I don't want to think about any of this."

"Sure, let's grab one of your doujins."

~*~*~*~

"So you're already engaged?"

"As soon as it was clear I would survive to adulthood, yes. Idia, what is this series?"

"Nyan Neko Sugar Girls. It's not that great storywise, but it has great gags." He reached over and grabbed the next one in his pile. "It's not that unusual. My mother wanted Ortho to marry my cousin Alecto when they grew up, before..."

"Before he made a lifestyle change?" That seemed the politest way to put it.

"Before she went to the criminal ward."

You shut your book with a soft thump. "What?"

"I remember the trial." Mal sighed. "Strychnine in the sugar bowl at Sunday dinner. I made sure to get the newspapers sent to the palace."

"Mother was heartbroken over it, until she realized that the wealth of that entire Shroud branch defaulted back to us." Idia shrugged. "It's sad. She was just eleven. I still send her emails."

"Idia."

"Mm?"

"Why the fuck would an eleven year old poison someone?"

"My uncle said she couldn't get a puppy until her grades went up."

"What the fuck." You'd lie down if you weren't already doing so.

"It's the curse." He sighed. "We thought she might've been from an affair? But that proved it."

"My dearest Shroud, you can't guarantee it was from the curse." Malleus turned a page. "It might have been trauma from her mother's death."

You could see more bad history incoming. "Oh no."

"Alecto was from Uncle Jo's first marriage, to my dad's cousin Alita. She had a sister, but when her mother drowned herself, she only took-"

"Is this normal for your family? Or is that just some exceptional bad luck?"

He leaned in, lamplight eyes flashing. "Out of all the Shrouds of my generation that are still capable of inheriting, I'm the most mentally sound."

Both you and Mal had to stop and really consider the implications of that.

"So, Mal. Yours isn't that closely related?"

"Fifth cousins at most when they're finally born."

You sat up. "What?"

"I'm supposed to marry the third grandchild of the Hollyoak Baron. They're a well-respected family, and of snake fae descent so little aid will be needed for conception. His eldest child is in..." He had to think about what words to use. " I believe the term is 'middle school'?"

"They really planned it that far ahead?"

Mal shrugged, the movement rolling down his whole body. "I cannot complain. It gives me a very long time to learn how to be a husband before I have to be one."

"But what if you don't like them?"

"Marriage is chiefly a contract to produce heirs. I'll learn to like them, and ideally love them."

"And if you don't?"

"I'll still treat them as kindly as I can."

"And I suppose you'd take a lover."

"Maybe. They can too, as long as all the children are mine. For legal reasons," he added.

Idia, snapping out of his thoughts, tapped Mal's shoulder. "Does the Hollyoak Baron have any friends who are toad faeries?"

It was Mal's turn to sit up. "That... He could be worried that if I have favourites at school, I'll resent my betrothed for not being either of you. Or that I would attempt to break it off entirely."

"That still doesn't tell us how he found out about..." You gestured around the room.

Idia rolled his eyes. "All that would have to happen is any one student from the Valley of Thorns writing a letter home."

"But -"

"Malleus, you're not shy in your affections. At all."

"Yes I am," he bristled.

~*~*~*~

"Mal?"

"Mmph?"

"You have to put me down. I have class."

He made a slightly different mmph and shook his head.

You tried to pat his head, but your arms were securely pinned to your sides. "I know they're fantastic, but you have to stop."

He still refused to remove his face from your chest, making a noise that could have been purring if it cane from anyone who was a proper mammal.

"Mal, we're blocking traffic."

He still wasn't putting you down, instead swaying slightly in place.

A familiar long-fingered hand with dark nails reached from behind you and tugged at Mal's lapel. "Malleus, please stop, it's ten AM and everyone is staring."

Mal finally put you down - only to switch targets, wrapping his arms around Idia's waist and pulling him flush, fixing him with such a look of besotted fondness that you immediately felt like you were intruding.

"You look beautiful today."

Idia immediately burst into a ball of pink flame.

~*~*~*~

"... Perhaps I am a bit obvious."

Idia stared up at his ceiling. "You'd be at home in my otome games."

You chimed in. "What would be obvious, in your mind?"

"Very easy. I finish the paperwork declaring you Lord and Lady of the Bedchamber and have you officially ensconced as Court of Thorns royalty, ensuring you're both taken care of for the rest of your days."

"... Finish?"

"It seemed the easiest thing to do if either of you chose to visit my homeland."

You swatted his leg. "And you didn't think to ask us first?"

Mal was starting to clue in that he had once again overreached himself. "... Surprise?"

"I'm okay with it."

You glared over at Idia. "That's not the point."

"Look, if I ever get disinherited, I have a place to go. He won't make me go outside if I don't want to. I'll bring Ortho. It'll be great."

"They don't even have dial-up over there, Idia. Lilia told me he had to get all this stuff installed to play his MMOs."

Idia pointed at Mal, easy smile turned to outrage. "How dare you try and trap me!"

It honestly seemed like Mal and Idia had switched expressions, the look of worry on his face so strange. "It's a protective measure! If you're titled, people will get in trouble if they try and remove you!"

"That's still... wait." The gears were turning in your head. "If you finish that paperwork, whoever sent Mixter Toad is going to get in so much more trouble."

Everyone went silent as they considered this.

"... As soon as I get the official permission from my grandmother. She won't like it very much, but if I explain..."

Idia turned to Mal. "You were going to make your human fucktoys official members of the Court of Thorns without telling your grandmother, the queen. Who has a notable and often justified dislike of humans."

"No?"

"Mal."

"I simply prepared ahead."

"Mal."

"I - "

"Malleus." You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You're so goddamned stupid. Love you."

He didn't say it back with words, but you got the message loud and clear.

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shortyisweird9 · 3 years

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'Lonely ghost serie'

You don't know how lovely you are.- part VI

Tw⚠️: swearing, medical inaccuracies(on my part)

You moved your hair away as the cold Siberian winds freeze you to the bone. You were anxious to get back home so you can finally talk with Corpse on the phone. You been talking a lot since you last called him, embarrassingly to help you deal with a baby.

This week beat your ass, tests and assignments left and right like they are Oprah. You desperately wanted to go home where is warm and where you can chat your night away with Corpse.

You finally managed to open up a Netflix account so maybe you two could watch something or talk away while you had background noise.

"I swear to God..."

- Ştiu,nu? ("I know right?")

Sabrina said as she sat on the couch, a book in her lap and a hot coffee cup on the table near her.

"Heyyy!"

"Hello,girl!"

She got up to hug you,gasping when her warmth was meet by your cold grey coat , red bare hands and shaking legs dressed in a black striped suit pants and wearing platform heels.

"My , you are practically freezing. Come ,come!"

She grabbed the blanket she's been sitting on and wrapped you with it moving you to sit down.

She left towards the kitchen to your left , you could hear her taking the kettle from one of the cupboards. You shook profoundly as you harshly rubbed your hands, you stared at your dark grey nail polish, twisting it left and right to see the light bounce on it. You lost yourself in thought:

A tattoo on them wouldn't look so bad. Maybe...

"Here."

A cup of green tea, your favourite, was presented before you. You licked your crack lips as you moved your hand to grab it, only to hiss and curse when the heat proved to be double edged.

Sabrina tried to hold her laugh but one look of your pained and disappointed eyes sent her into a burst ,snorting and laughing like a jackass. You began to laugh with her shortly after.

She puffed as she took the armchair in front, the beige coloured of it and the blood red floral blanket draped all over made it stand out. She was so small in comparison with the gigantic size of it. Still you were the shortest of the group.

"How was your day?"

"Switching to English?"

She nodded.

"Hmm..fine.It isn't like I been speaking it for like 6 hours. My day went on,hmmm, ever washed a cat?"

"Ever washed a llama that simply disdain the idea of being even remotely washed?"

"W-What? Nu,deci,nu. You washed a llama?!"

"Yes,ma'am. Got the scar to prove it."

She jumped a bit off her bent leg ,to bring the polar white sweater up , a deep scar healed in a shaky circle stood there. Your eyes blinked in shock.

"Tell. Me."

"Of course, m'lady."

Her cheery tone lighted the grave tune of your morbid curiosity, you did like crime related shows after all.

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"How?!" Corpse said in bewilderment, laughing in between.

"I know right? She said she felt every bone in her body putting itself back in the place. Even those in her ears."

Your hands covered by your oversized warm black sweatshirt went crazy as you said the story, stopping only to take a breath or to let the burst of laughter die down.

"Man, your friends are crazy."

"Pleease, when I was like 11-"

"I'm eleven so shut the fuck up."

"Shh, Corpse." You said smiling. "Anyway, when I was eleven years old, I used to play with some girls hide and seek or v-ați ascunselea and somehow my stupid ass managed to land into a tree branch."

"What?"

"Yeah, but not like with my chubby ass body ,noooo sir. With my eye."

"What the fuck, which one?"

"The right one, I have a scar running down it till the start of my lips."

"Wait,how? Do you still see?"

"Oh,yeah."You dismissed the question with a shake of a hand, getting back into the story.

"My folk were so scarred and they have a huge fight with my grandma who was busy with gossiping her neighbours. "

"Oh my fucking--Did it hurt?"

"Oh ,yeah but luckily it healed pretty quickly and now I got a sick scar."

"Do you have other scars?"

"Hmm, hella. My hands and arms are littered with them."

You laughed but stopped yourself when you didn't hear anything from Corpse.

"Um, my petit orchid? Are you..are you there?"

"Did you do them because you...you w-were.. um...um..." His voice ran on jittery and trembling in panic as he haulted to draw a breath and calm whatever nerves caused him to panic.

"Self harming?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Oh! No ,of course not. I hate pain. I have them because I cut myself a lot with my butterfly knife."

"W-With your knife?" He still spoke in shaky syllables.

"Yeah, I learn tricks like pinwheel , helix aerial, kiss goodbye and such."

"And you didn't taped the blade?"

"...I am a very chaotic and lazy person, Corpse."

You two laughed the intensity of the room. Your heart blooming at the idea that Corpse was genuinely worried about you but you sighed, getting ahead of yourself only landed you for disappointment and realistic bitterness.

"You...You were really worried about me there, weren't you Corpse?" You rhetorically asked in a shy manner, your mind and ,more,your heart needed to hear this for some reason.

"Y-Yeah, goofball. You got me there for a second. "

"Awww, don't worry my petit orchid. I ain't going nowhere. "

Not with my heart beating so fast and the pressure I have on my guts and the end of my lungs.

"P-Promise?"

"I would pinky promise the fuck out of you, my little orchid. Unfortunately ,I cannot. "

"Maybe some time in the future ?"

You could hear the smile in his voice, your own grin becoming bigger because of that. This manz raises my serotonin like no one's business.

"Of course, Corpse. Whenever you are ready ."

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The rest of the night was spent watching cheap movies ,roasting the unrealistic characters and taking occasional breaks to regain your brain cells back.

"You been quiet."

You jumped ,stabbing your pointing finger with a sewing needle. You hissed as you moved to pull it out of your finger.

"Ghost ,what happened?"

"I was...ah shit...this will hurt."

You clenched your teeth and groaned as you pull the long glimmering needle out ,your skin reddening immediately as a bit of blood sprung out.

"Ghost? Goofball,please answer. "

"Y-yeah, I am fine. You scared me when you started to so the needle I am using went into my finger. It hurts."

"I am sorry,but what do you use the needle for?"

"Decorative sewing. "

"And whatcha making?"

"A flower ...for you!"

"Awww....that's so cute. You don't have to."

"BUT I WANT...I mean it's cool ,don't worry about it."

You stupid fucking dinosaur... You mumbled under your breath as you continued on your work, red cheeks of pure embarrassment.

Your pitiful attempt of covering your slip up was rewarded with one of his angelic chuckles, you seemed to make him laugh a lot. That's a good thing,right? Maybe he's just laughing at your clowny ass...

You huffed, eyebrows knitted in annoyance. Oh how you hated those belittling thoughts, they did nothing but ruin everything for you.

Or maybe you ruin them yourself..

"Shut up!"

"What?"

Ah,shit!

"Sorry ,Corpse, not you. I just...I lost myself in thought, hahaha...yeah thought. "

You slapped yourself so hard,your head was dizzy for it.

"Are you sure everything is fine ,goofball. I am always here for you."

Aww...

You sighed, tired all of sudden. "Yeah, orchid. I am fine,thanks for asking. "

"No need.I care about you, you know? A lot."

The last part was said in such a low tone that your ears couldn't pick it up. Unfortunately for Corpse who was busy playing with his sweater paws to calm his nerves.

"I care about you too ,Corpse. I think I will go. Good night !"

"'Night."

The reason why I am so worried about you ,Ghost, is because I don't think you realise ...

"... how lovely you are."

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Hey, guys!💖

Hope you enjoyed the part six of this serie, it's bit shorter but I wanted it to be after the last part.

I am interested in what do you think will happen next.

Stay safe!💗

Tagged💖:@moolujk @magenta-skyline @cherry-piee @yoyoanaria @yikesyikesyikes95 @softboiicorpse @heavenly3308 @simonsbluee @mythicalamphitrite @gaysludge

#corpse husband x reader #fanfic #hopefully not cringy

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ladye11e · 6 years

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Deception pt 25

The conflict between the Assassins and the Templars is getting out of hand. Lies, deceit and subterfuge, now you must pick a side...

Forever tagging @geekgoddess813 @sweet-flash @ermergerd517 @i-wontgivein @imakemyownblog 😊

Sorry to keep you all waiting, I got distracted by the lurvely Master Kenway jr 😂

If anyone else would like a tag, shoot me a dm!

Link to the full fic so far is Here.

Pulling up the collar of your jacket to try and hide your completely ravaged neck, you waltzed into the very well to do suit shop leisurely, immediately looking around for one of the salespeople. You spotted the only one quickly at the other side of the store, but he was already with a customer, so you perused the women's section and flicked through the jackets while you waited for him to be available.

Just as you were becoming bored of looking, you spun around when you felt a light tap on your shoulder, the attendant greeting you with an enthusiastic smile.

"Good morning ma'am, is there something I can help you with? We have a fine selection of wool..."

You cut off his sales pitch by raising your hand and shaking your head, as what you wanted wasn't actually in the store.

"I'm looking for something in particular. Something to help me hide in plain sight."

"Of course. If you would follow me, ma'am, I know exactly what you are looking for." He replied, waving his arm to the businessman who just walked in, letting him know he would return in a moment.

Following him to the back of the store and up the stairs towards the offices, you placed your yet another new phone in a box that was sat on a pedestal at the end of the corridor, closing it as the man swiped his security card through a mechanism on the otherwise barren wall, revealing a palm scanner. Placing your hand on the device, you took a step back when it read your print and the outline of a door appeared on the wall, stepping inside when it slid silently to the right, revealing a dimly lit room filled full of people, computers and desks.

Walking down the middle aisle while glancing at the operatives with headsets on; that were either typing furiously at their computers or talking to someone in a language you didn't understand, you stopped when you got to the front, staring at the wall-sized screen with a map of the world on it. You crinkled your nose at all of the flickering dots scattered over it, quickly guessing that there were about fifty red ones, and nearly double that again in blue.

"Bella (name)! So good to see you!"

You spun around to face the voice that had called out to you, smiling gently when you received a fond kiss on your right cheek, then on your left.

"Mentor Auditore. Sorry I didn't have a chance to speak to you at the ball, I was, occupied."

"That is quite all right principessa, I did not expect you to. And as I have told you before, please call me Ezio. We have been through far too much together to be so formal."

Nodding as he placed his hand on the small of your back, you let him lead you to a side room on the left, which you knew to be his personal office. You were about to slump down in the chair until you noticed him frown as he took his seat on the other side of his desk, sitting up straight and placing your hands in your lap quickly. Your mentor believed that all women were all confident, majestic creatures, and should always carry themselves as such, so if sitting uncomfortably for a few moments would appease him, so be it.

"As happy as I am to see you, why are you here? Is it your mission?" He asked hesitantly, adorning a slight look of worry as his eyes flickered over you.

"No Ment...Ezio. I'm actually here for some advice, I hope you can help."

You proceeded to fill him in about your new skill, choosing to carefully omit the parts about how you couldn't feel guilt, anger or fear anymore, in essence, all of the characteristics of a cold-blooded killing machine. Making you the perfect assassin, and that was definitely not something you had any desire of doing, feelings or not. When you had finished, you just sat there while he pondered for a moment, clasping his hands and placing his index fingers over his lips with a mix of intrigue and wonder.

"Well, I must say that I am curious to learn more about this talento. I have heard of such a thing once before, but to my knowledge, no assassin alive is blessed with such a gift. Tell me, what were you doing when it first appeared?"

"Hmm, I was upset. Like, really upset, and angry, my, umm, friend was in trouble. Then it just, appeared, out of nowhere." You mumbled, hoping that was a good enough explanation.

"I see. A traumatic experience can bring out the best, and the worst in us mio cara. Perhaps it would be wise for us to test your ability?"

You bit your lip and nodded eagerly as you had been hoping he would say that, but you stopped when he opened the top drawer of his desk and took out a manilla coloured file, with the word 'Confidential' stamped over it and gently placed it in front of himself.

"Eccellente, we shall do that in a moment then. First, you may as well give me a report while you are here. Signor Kenway, he still trusts you?"

"Yes. There has been a slight, hiccup but nothing I can't smooth over."

The corner of your eye twitched when he glowered and sat back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing in slight annoyance.

"Be sure that happens, you know you must be prepared to do anything necessary to keep his confidence. What of the one known as the Assassin Hunter? Has he been revealed to you yet?"

Your pulse jumped through the roof when you knew what he meant by, anything, so you knew you had better come up with an alternative. Fast. He fiddled with the edge of the file as if he were about to reveal something to you, but with ease you managed to keep a completely straight face and shake your head softly, making him look slightly confused.

"Not yet, but I'm close. It's only a matter of time."

Cocking your head when he finally flipped open the folder, spinning it around and sliding it towards you, you flicked over the grainy photo of a man dressed all in black that you had seen many times before, inhaling sharply when you spotted there was another underneath it. It wasn't very clear, just like the first, but it was unmistakably the same person, holding a sword against your neck.

"No? This was taken from the security cameras at your last mission in London. Are you sure you are not mistaken?"

"I assure you, that is not the Assassin Hunter. A copycat maybe?" You giggled to hide your deception, slightly surprised at how easily lies were tumbling out of your mouth. "I could have beaten that man without a problem, but I was distracted by Connor and Jacob. If I could just tell them...."

You were silenced by him raising his hand and taking the file back off you, snapping it shut and returning it into the drawer with a slam.

"I have told you before (name), no one knows of this, other than yourself and I. We have been doing this a long time, and we cannot risk anyone interfering now. He is dangerous and extremely cunning to be kept hidden for so long, he must be stopped at all costs."

Sighing at your minor ear bashing, you lowered your head somberly and collapsed back into your chair, pouting at the narrowing of his eyes when you did so.

"Oh don't look at me like that, you know I'm not one for all that la de dah stuff."

He chuckled as he got up and walked around his desk to stand beside you, taking your hands to pull you up to standing and gesturing for you to follow him back out of his office, and to the other side of the main room.

"I know, I am surprised you managed it for that long. By the way, I was pleased to hear that you had taken some time off cara, six years undercover must be taking its toll by now."

Merely shrugging your shoulders as you walked up a couple of steps and over the raised platform, you squinted when you entered the training room, never being able to get used to the brightness of it. Why it was all painted brilliant white you had no idea, as on occasion a few injuries had happened, leaving faint blood stains on the floor and walls. Dropping your bag next to one of the weapon racks, you kicked off your shoes and took off your coat before joining Ezio on the mats, slightly bewildered when he spun you around and tied a thin blindfold over your eyes. Vaguely aware that he had dimmed the lights as you couldn't see anything now, you could only hear the sound of shuffling and something being taken off one of the frames.

"Concentrate (name). Clear your mind, and try to find me."

You cocked your head towards his voice coming from behind you, breathing slowly through your nose and putting all of your focus on trying to pinpoint where he was. After several attempts of him moving about and calling your name, you sighed heavily when nothing would come to you.

"This isn't working. Maybe...Ow!! What was that for?!"

Yelping when you got rapped around the back of your legs with what you now recognised as a bamboo practise sword, you spun around and lashed out, your arm finding nothing but air as he laughed softly.

"Perhaps making you angry would coax it out of hiding hmm?"

You knew that was going to be impossible, but you decided to indulge him anyway, thrashing out and gritting your teeth when he struck your arm this time, hoping he would come up with another solution soon before you ended up covered head to toe in bruises. After about fifteen minutes of the expected outcome of his 'coercing', he let out a heavy sigh and began tapping the sword on the floor, before gently poking you on the back with it to get your attention.

"It looks like your head is just as stubborn as the rest of you." He chuckled, before nudging you once more. "One last try. Think of something you care about, that makes you happy."

"But..."

"Do not argue with me cara, we may be friends, but I am still your mentor. Do as you are told."

Grumbling under your breath and pulling yourself straight, you swallowed hard as an image of you and Shay dancing on the ship popped into your head, immediately making your cheeks, and the rest of you feel warmer. You gasped when it suddenly felt like you had been plunged into icy cold water, grabbing your head for a moment when a loud thumping boomed in your head, then dropping your hands when it eventually quietened to something a lot more manageable. Spinning around quickly when the beat moved to behind you, you raised your arm when it sped up slightly, blocking the bamboo when he struck out once more.

"Ah, results at last! Follow me, if you can (name)."

As Ezio was extremely proficient in stealth, not a single decibel of his movements reached you as he moved, so you had nothing but his heartbeat to go by as you tracked him around the room. It took quite a bit of concentration; nearly losing him twice, and you had the beginnings of a headache after a few minutes, but you managed to keep up with him, and even stop him from hitting you with the sword on a couple of occasions. You rubbed your eyes when he undid the blindfold for you and let it drop to the floor, grinning when you saw that he had a very pleased and proud expression as he patted your shoulder gently.

"Well done. I think with more training you this will become an immenso asset to you. Can I ask what you thought about?"

"Connor." You blurted out a little too quickly before you could stop yourself. "He is my closest friend, so it made sense."

Pulling your shoes back on and grabbing your bag, you refused to look him in the eye when he crossed his arms and slightly glared at you; as if he was about to scold a young child, his gaze settling on your neck before you had the chance to get your coat back on and cover everything up.

"You have changed caro. I wasn't prying, I was just wondering. If you didn't want to say then that's alright, but there was no reason to lie to me."

You exhaled long and slow as he had just confirmed that, that was the first time he had thought you had fabricated anything, but you covered it up by lowering your head and fidgeting nervously with your collar as you made your way out of the training room.

"I-I'm sorry, I just didn't think you'd approve..."

"Hush. It is not the best of timing, but you cannot stop the heart principessa. Even I am painfully aware of that. I'm assuming the gentleman from the ball? Just make sure it doesn't interfere with your work."

"It won't, I promise." You lied yet again after biting your lip and nodding, then smiling when he stopped and kissed your cheek again as you got to the main door.

"Good. Now go and fix whatever has happened with Kenway, before it becomes too late."

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