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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Impervious Fragility 22/22

[(Anonymous)]

Even before the last enemy defender falls Ezio is on his knees tearing at the wreckage; at the last place he saw Giovanni. He doesn’t care as the wood dug into his hand or pulled at the wound on his hand (his own hidden blade in his fury to get to his love as fast as possible). Others are around him, helping him (“pick it up! Get it off him!”) that he doesn’t see, doesn’t care about.

When he pulls Giovanni out from under the wreckage his piccolo is limp and lifeless. “Giovanni? Giovanni!” Ezio cradled the young man’s head in his arms, his torso on his lap. He’s so limp! His limbs just sliding along and going where they may, his head rolling back without support. “Please, please, open your eyes…”

He’s not breathing! Giovanni isn’t breathing! He’s dead! He’s been crushed! His bones broken and his ribs cracked into punctured lungs and skull crushed! Dead and gone from him and never coming back, why is he gone!? “Noooo, noooo…. Not my amore, not my piccolo…” Ezio cried out as he cradled his body, rocking back and forth. The assassins around him watched in silence. Unsure and in shock.

Someone is sad, Consus.

They are sad precious one. They are missing you. They need you to come back so very very much.

Can I go back?

FLAWED MATERIAL WAS MADE UNFLAWED. WORK WILL NOT BE WASTED. YOU ARE NOT FINISHED. GET UP.

Please, little Giovanni. Don’t you want to go back to Ezio?

Ezio? Yes…Ezio…

Ezio wasn’t sure he had heard correctly for a moment. It was a trick of the brain, a desperate hope to fool him that Giovanni was still alive. No! There, again!

Giovanni’s body coughed again suddenly, contorting in the painful motion. He sucked in a shaky breath as he tried to open heavy eyes. “Ma…che cazzo?” He blinked, almost sleepily, before forcing his eyes to move. Swiveling up to Ezio’s shocked face. “Hey…”

“Hey…!” Ezio said back. His eyes filled with tears again. But this time not of sorrow, but of joy. Giovanni was alive! His whole body shook as he hugged his love to him. “I thought I had lost you! I thought I had killed you!” The words trailed into sobs again; it was all too much for him emotionally.

“What…what hap-pened?” Why was his Ezio crying? And why did he hurt all over?

“The carriage…” Francesco’s voice came from his other side and Giovanni turned at a little to see that his father was also crying. In his hands he held the remains of a shattered bow. “…the carriage lost control and it…it….it fell on you Giovanni. We thought you were dead…”

Francesco looked down at the bow again in relief and disbelief. Had Perotto’s bow saved him? It had been laying across Giovanni’s chest, broken, when they pulled him out. Had he been far enough beneath it so the bow took the brunt weight of the carriage’s fall? His own sob caught in this throat. Whatever miracle it was the only part that mattered was that his son was alive.

“Mio piccolo uno, I thought I had lost you!” Ezio buried his face further into Giovanni’s hair, still holding and rocking him. “I don’t care anymore! Not what anyone else says or thinks or does. I love you. I won’t lose you! Even if it means handing over the leadership of the Brotherhood and it’s just the two of us. You’re the only one that matters to me. I…I…”

Giovanni looked up with a soft smile. Even though it pulled against bruised (perhaps even broken) ribs he raised his arm until he could cup Ezio’s cheek in his hand. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. He only need to look into Ezio’s eyes.

“I love you Giovanni.”

“I love you too, Ezio. Mio tesoro.”

Impervious Fragility 22/22 correct format

[(Anonymous)]

Even before the last enemy defender falls Ezio is on his knees tearing at the wreckage; at the last place he saw Giovanni. He doesn’t care as the wood dug into his hand or pulled at the wound on his hand (his own hidden blade in his fury to get to his love as fast as possible). Others are around him, helping him (“pick it up! Get it off him!”) that he doesn’t see, doesn’t care about.

When he pulls Giovanni out from under the wreckage his piccolo is limp and lifeless. “Giovanni? Giovanni!” Ezio cradled the young man’s head in his arms, his torso on his lap. He’s so limp! His limbs just sliding along and going where they may, his head rolling back without support. “Please, please, open your eyes…”

He’s not breathing! Giovanni isn’t breathing! He’s dead! He’s been crushed! His bones broken and his ribs cracked into punctured lungs and skull crushed! Dead and gone from him and never coming back, why is he gone!? “Noooo, noooo…. Not my amore, not my piccolo…” Ezio cried out as he cradled his body, rocking back and forth. The assassins around him watched in silence. Unsure and in shock.

Someone is sad, Consus.

They are sad precious one. They are missing you. They need you to come back so very very much.

Can I go back?

FLAWED MATERIAL WAS MADE UNFLAWED. WORK WILL NOT BE WASTED. YOU ARE NOT FINISHED. GET UP.

Please, little Giovanni. Don’t you want to go back to Ezio?

Ezio? Yes…Ezio…

Ezio wasn’t sure he had heard correctly for a moment. It was a trick of the brain, a desperate hope to fool him that Giovanni was still alive. No! There, again!

Giovanni’s body coughed again suddenly, contorting in the painful motion. He sucked in a shaky breath as he tried to open heavy eyes. “Ma…che cazzo?” He blinked, almost sleepily, before forcing his eyes to move. Swiveling up to Ezio’s shocked face. “Hey…”

“Hey…!” Ezio said back. His eyes filled with tears again. But this time not of sorrow, but of joy. Giovanni was alive! His whole body shook as he hugged his love to him. “I thought I had lost you! I thought I had killed you!” The words trailed into sobs again; it was all too much for him emotionally.

“What…what hap-pened?” Why was his Ezio crying? And why did he hurt all over?

“The carriage…” Francesco’s voice came from his other side and Giovanni turned at a little to see that his father was also crying. In his hands he held the remains of a shattered bow. “…the carriage lost control and it…it….it fell on you Giovanni. We thought you were dead…”

Francesco looked down at the bow again in relief and disbelief. Had Perotto’s bow saved him? It had been laying across Giovanni’s chest, broken, when they pulled him out. Had he been far enough beneath it so the bow took the brunt weight of the carriage’s fall? His own sob caught in this throat. Whatever miracle it was the only part that mattered was that his son was alive.

“Mio piccolo uno, I thought I had lost you!” Ezio buried his face further into Giovanni’s hair, still holding and rocking him. “I don’t care anymore! Not what anyone else says or thinks or does. I love you. I won’t lose you! Even if it means handing over the leadership of the Brotherhood and it’s just the two of us. You’re the only one that matters to me. I…I…”

Giovanni looked up with a soft smile. Even though it pulled against bruised (perhaps even broken) ribs he raised his arm until he could cup Ezio’s cheek in his hand. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. He only need to look into Ezio’s eyes.

“I love you Giovanni.”

“I love you too, Ezio. Mio tesoro.”