Teen! Ezio Auditore X Maiden! Teen!Reader fluff Boy X Girl

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The sun shone above Italy like a wildflower.

Florence had a warm temperature in a month like this, Spring. The flowers blooming like women, the grass whistling like men, and the leaves flying away like children. If it were a beautiful day, what could go beyond it in a young man's life?

Down by the blocky paths and compressed walls of Florence; merchants selling their goods, children playing roughly, some men mingling with young women, and some of the townspeople working or buying: came across the city's beautiful princess, Y/n L/n.

She is the most famous maiden around the city, the fairest of them all; envied by hundreds of women, adored and beloved by thousands of men, and attracted by painters for her beautiful figure. She looks like Heaven's Deadliest Weapon. She is not a rich lady, decieved by thousands that she was, she is just a Farmer and Maiden's Daughter. Y/n works by the Templar Gardens, mostly mingled everyday. Also, she has denied many requests of courting from men and soldiers.

Y/n had this taste for men, she wasn't lustful but she just felt wrong. Something wrong between the hundred thousands of guards and men she has encountered. She knew in her soul that she needed someone worth more to understand, worth more to share, worth more to love.

She removed the unnecessary thoughts in her head and returned to her work. She plucked out the harvest and riped flowers in the field, placed them in a basket, and carried the basket to the back of the carriage. Y/n tried lifting the basket up but she felt like the weight of the basket became lighter instantly.

"Let me help you, bella donna." A manly yet young voice has helped her. As the basket set its surface to the flat ground, she brushed off the dirt from her thin clothing and looked up at the person who has helped her. Her e/c eyes were drawn to the young man's figure. His brown hair was tied --by a red ribbon-- to a ponytail, his thin, smirking, lips was scarred horizontally by his right side. The clothing seemed a bit hot yet attractive; a white dress-shirt with a laced ending, a dark blue-green, with gold lining, vest matched to his dark brown pants and knee cut, polished, boots.

"Excuse me...?" Asked Y/n shyly, as she huffed and sweated. The boy smiled and brought out a cloth, patted against her forehead, and replied, "Let me help you, bella donna." Y/n laughed and replied with a bit of irony, "You must be mistaken, ragazzo, you find another buonna donna other than me." He exchanged a chuckle and rested his elbow on the railing of the carriage. "I don't need to, I have already found her." Y/n blushed and smirked, turning around in unsatisfaction and leaving the area with his lustful smirk.

Y/n's father approached the man who was staring his daughter's beautiful figure as she walked. "Beautiful, isn't she?" The teen turned and saw the man, smiling in honor and shaking his hands for a greeting. "Ah, yes. I have heard about this maiden and I wanted to see her myself." The farner chuckled, his grey hair following the motion of his face, and his smile was so proud. He placed a pat at the shoulder and complimented, "You are like the other men in this town. Very eager to see my beautiful amore!" The teen added, "She is quite feisty, no?" "She is, ragazzo. She is very hard to get, especially from a young men like you." He exclaimed. The farm then studied the young man's features, thinking that he had seen him somewhere.

"Are you the son of Giovanni Auditore, perhaps?" The man looked and nodded, "Yes, a folk indeed." The farmer replied, "Well, your father and I are long friends. We have been talking about our children-- especially Y/n and a son of his named 'Ezio'." The teen shot up and said, "Father has been talking about me? But why?" "You're Ezio. A young man from Auditore? You do look like your mother, but your atittude are like Giovanni's. I'm correct you are Ezio Auditore." "Yes sir, I am. But Y/n is that girl over there???" Ezio, as presumed, asked to her father who replied with a nod. They both looked at the young and famous maiden, picking up the flowers.

--night--

Y/n was in her room, brushing her hair as she hummed a lullaby from her mother. The moonlight shone across the room, reflecting and illuminating the dust and shadows perfectly. She brushed her hair until a small noise interrupted her. It came from the window. She shrugged it off and continued to do her previous task, but there it goes again. Y/n opened the window and looked down and saw the same man this morning. She smirked slyly, resting her head on her bended arms, "Ah, you come again? This late?" The Auditore smirked, a group of small pebbles in his hands. "Amore, we shall dance at least! I have been alarmed that you needed to join a grand parade?" Y/n was shock of how he knew her wanting of joining the grand celebration/parade in the park. Bewildered and amused, she replies with a chuckle. "Who told you about this parade?" "Your father and mother did! And they have ordered me to take you to the celebration!!!" Y/n frowned in irritation. She stormed down the stairs, seeing the joyous, singing, and dancing parents of her. Like for the first hundreds of years, they have finally found the perfect match for their daughter.

"Mama, papa! How dare you!" She retorted, flailing her hands above her head and her face glowing pink. The parents laughed and sang in joy, finally praising God's prayers. "Oh, yes! The Lord has gladly answered our prayers!" Praised her mother, her father then continued, "You are the true God of all!" They continued praising, making Y/n roll her eyes and continue to the parade anyways.

She grabbed her coat and headed outside with the man. "What's your name again? Father has been speaking of a name that starts with 'E'...?" The young man smiled and held her hand, making her fluster like a lamp. "It is Ezio Auditore, the most handsome man in your life, amore." Y/n's face turned to a shade of red, she must control her emotions. She is no fit for a relationship. Speaking of fit, her age doesn't look like a young woman, perhaps, she may look like a kid.

Y/n placed her hood on, covering herself, and Ezio noticed this, placing his hand to remove the hood. He complimented, "Ay, Y/n. The most beautiful woman shall not hide herself with a coat of shame." "Why so?" "Because, the beauty must shine within and out of you, Y/n." Y/n giggled and punched him playfully. She is getting along yet a bit hard to play with. Wondered Ezio as he led her to the grand celebration. I must not let my hands stay open, if too much, I may loose myself. Thought Y/n deeply.

Soon, they have arrived to a great crowd of people dancing, talking, and cheering with their drinks and foods. Cantrella songs with fitted dancers circling in motion: all in colorful masks. Ezio tapped Y/n's shoulder before they proceeded, "Wear this," he said when he handed her a f/c, eye-portion, mask. "I hope this suits you." Y/n wore it and is fitted as he expected. Ezio wore his and they both proceeded to the area like a gala.

Time has passed, Y/n started to wary a bit. She didn't like being outside for danger lurks, especially to men. During the minutes, a few men -- or drunk men-- has conversed with her or had tried to molest her during the conversing, gladly, Ezio was such a sweet hero. Making fake excuses to let them leave or sometimes bring up a swing of a fist or challenge, and as always, Y/n seemed to get along with his attitude and appearance, with his determination and bravery and romance.

Ezio walked to Y/n with juice in his hand, freshly ripened and extracted, "You like?" "Ah, yes. Thank you, Ezio." She thanked after she sipped through her drink. Ezio then laid back at the stone ledge and blurted out his idea to her, "Hey, I have to show you something very nice." Y/n started to wary again, hoping he wasn't like the rest of the men she met tonight, and he thought of a premeditated plan for this.

He grabbed her hand and led her into a garden, a maze at first but then a garden. The scenery revealed a field of grass and flowers, organized and colorfully dark, the old fountain in the center seemed to work in a way; reflected by the moon to make a glitter effect. And the the castle beside it, and further more, lied an embankment streaming. "Ezio...It's..." Y/n trailed off with amazement in the beginning and it faded on the end, her e/c eyes were halfed. "Beautiful?" Ezio said with a smirk, curling lips attracted her when she looked at him and she then smiled.

"Yes, Ezio. It is beautiful." The teen replied, "Well, if you want to stay long, I'm fine with that. Your parents are expecting that you're losing your virginity at this hour." Y/n shot up and freaked out. Never expecting and suspecting that her parents were that eager to let their daughter to lose her virginity to a friend of theirs. He then placed a hand on Y/n's shoulder --after they sat on the marble bench-- and pulled her close to him. Feeling the warmth that they felt at that moment.

Y/n then shuffled and leaned in close to Ezio's after he asked a question, "Too cold?" Before the young lady reached in (or as she reached in) his face, she shook her head, her cleavage and a top portion of her breasts were revealing, making the young teen gulp and blush madly by the scenery. Ezio then leaned in as well and they both kissed, passionately...no, agressively.

They both pulled out and Y/n fixed herself up, fixing the strand of her h/c hair. They both huffed and Y/n complimented, "First and best kiss ever...Ever." The teen agreed and they both did it again.

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Ezio carried his sleeping beauty home and safe. And before he knocked on the door, Y/n's parents opened it and their happy faces were saying: 'Did you do it.' look. Ezio smiled and nodded, it was a lie; but in reality, they only kissed. Ezio then carried their daughter up the stairs and to her room. Afterwards, he laid her on her bed and tucked her in, got a chair, and watched her sleep soundly. He would fix her strands of hair covering her beautiful face. And in the creak of the door peeked the giggling parents.

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