Muse Towers } Multishipper’s Creed
Word Count: 789
Genre: General, Friendship/Romance?, Hurt/Comfort
Ships?: I honestly don't know if this is Ezio/Hua Yong or Ezio&Hua Yong. Mentions Xaldin/Belle and Xaldin/Hua Yong.
Characters: Ezio Auditore di Firenze [original character] Bao Hua Yong
→Cameos: Molly Weasley
→Mentions: Xaldin, Belle
Rating: G!
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed, Harry Potter or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Music: "Xiang Fei Bamboo"
Notes: I haven't technically played Assassin's Creed myself, but I've watched my brother play the whole thing and Ezio snuck into my head and took a liking to my shy Chinese noblewoman OC. I don't know.
Also, Molly Weasley has informed me that during winter all my muses wear Hogwarts house scarves. OTL
Happy February 13 (not technically oh well)!
I am pretty sure that title doesn’t even make sense.
Multishipper’s Creed
The fields outside of Muse Towers were blanketed in snow, and the fictional representations of characters within Emma’s (more commonly known on the Internet as Tuna) head had taken notice. Of course, because snow equals romance in this realm, several couples were out wandering the grounds. Whether they were wandering beneath the giant redwoods cloaked in white or pulling their uncertain partners onto the ice skating rink, love was in the air.
With one noticeable exception.
Ezio had left the warm wooden lounge of the Towers to go find her, but not before being reminded by a lovely woman who called herself Mrs. Weasley to put on a scarf. Taking the gold-and-red option she had offered, he headed straight for the gardens.
With this weather, the place was full of snowdrops, white roses, gardenias, calla lilies. Of course, no one knew how such a phenomenon worked, but this was beside the point.
Casually strolling out along the bare and slippery branches of a maple tree, the assassin blinked, and allowed the world to slip into grey blurriness. Ah, there she was. A cerulean glow shines a little off in the distance, streaming from a figure sitting on a stone bench.
Sticking one foot off the edge first, the young man drops easily out of the tree and into the snow, landing in a low crouch. Smirking as he sets his target in his sights, he sets off at a brisk jog.
He’s never had to deal with snow in Renaissance Italy, but he’s still an Assassin - he knows to slow down before the crunch of the powder alerts the noblewoman to his presence. She’s sitting before the unfrozen pond, gazing at the lotuses and fiddling with the tassels of her blue and bronze scarf. Ezio pauses, grins, and picks a white dahlia and approaching.
“Buona sera, bella,” he says, stepping over the bench and sitting next to her, the white edges of his winter coat settling behind him like the tails of a maestro. Bao Hua Yong watches him with dark eyes, the light of curiosity dragging them out of thoughtful depths.
“Ezio. Good evening,” she says, clearly surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“Searching for the rarest beauty in tutto il mondo, what else?” he responds, pushing back his hood and grinning at her. She manages to roll her eyes, which means she isn’t too upset. He pushes the dahlia into her hands - gloved in black leather that shows how truly tiny they are.
“Funny,” she says softly, taking it and twirling the stem in-between her fingers.
“The better question would be what are you doing all alone, bella? Tomorrow is the day of San Valentino. Everyone has been out and about all week. Where is our Musa di Storia D’amore?” he asks, propping his elbows on his thighs and leaning in close.
Hua Yong’s heeled boots shuffle in the snow. “I haven’t been much in the mood, Ezio.”
“Where is Xaldin?” the Assassin asks, glaring into surrounding white foliage. “Has he not been around?”
“I believe he’s…” She fidgeted with the dahlia again. “Preoccupied… with someone else?”
“Che,” Ezio says, eyes narrowing dangerously.
Hua Yong bites her lip. “I mean, you know what Miss Emma says. That it’s good for us to change who we’re shipped with every so often, and Miss Belle is very pretty and very intelligent and very well-read and-”
“She’s not you,” Ezio cuts her off.
“And I mean, I do- I- Xaldin-” She takes a deep breath and starts again. “Xaldin does… like me so I know he’ll come back…”
“He shouldn’t have left in the first place,” Ezio replies, glaring into the pond.
That gets her attention. “Because you’re such a one-woman-man yourself, Ezio,” she says, failing to sound as teasing as she would be.
“Ehi, I may not stay with one woman for long, but I stay with one. I would never two-time you- eh, anyone.”
Hua Yong looks at him from the corner of her eye. He still leaning forward on his elbows, but his fingers are laced together idly, hanging by his knees. “You slipped up there on purpose.”
He grins, but doesn’t look at her, not at first. Slowly he turns and looks at her over his shoulder. “I did,” he admits.
Hua Yong watches him silently, eyebrows knit together and lips tight in that ‘I’m not willing to trust you yet’ face.
“You see, amore mio? You know me too well.”
“Hardly,” she corrects. “I barely know what to expect from you.”
“Well,” Ezio pushes himself up from the bench, extending a gloved hand. “Perhaps we should fix that?”
She hesitates, of course, but not for nearly as long as he was preparing to wait for.
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Genre: General, Friendship/Romance?, Hurt/Comfort
Ships?: I honestly don't know if this is Ezio/Hua Yong or Ezio&Hua Yong. Mentions Xaldin/Belle and Xaldin/Hua Yong.
Characters: Ezio Auditore di Firenze [original character] Bao Hua Yong
→Cameos: Molly Weasley
→Mentions: Xaldin, Belle
Rating: G!
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed, Harry Potter or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Music: "Xiang Fei Bamboo"
Notes: I haven't technically played Assassin's Creed myself, but I've watched my brother play the whole thing and Ezio snuck into my head and took a liking to my shy Chinese noblewoman OC. I don't know.
Also, Molly Weasley has informed me that during winter all my muses wear Hogwarts house scarves. OTL
Happy February 13 (not technically oh well)!
I am pretty sure that title doesn’t even make sense.
Multishipper’s Creed
The fields outside of Muse Towers were blanketed in snow, and the fictional representations of characters within Emma’s (more commonly known on the Internet as Tuna) head had taken notice. Of course, because snow equals romance in this realm, several couples were out wandering the grounds. Whether they were wandering beneath the giant redwoods cloaked in white or pulling their uncertain partners onto the ice skating rink, love was in the air.
With one noticeable exception.
Ezio had left the warm wooden lounge of the Towers to go find her, but not before being reminded by a lovely woman who called herself Mrs. Weasley to put on a scarf. Taking the gold-and-red option she had offered, he headed straight for the gardens.
With this weather, the place was full of snowdrops, white roses, gardenias, calla lilies. Of course, no one knew how such a phenomenon worked, but this was beside the point.
Casually strolling out along the bare and slippery branches of a maple tree, the assassin blinked, and allowed the world to slip into grey blurriness. Ah, there she was. A cerulean glow shines a little off in the distance, streaming from a figure sitting on a stone bench.
Sticking one foot off the edge first, the young man drops easily out of the tree and into the snow, landing in a low crouch. Smirking as he sets his target in his sights, he sets off at a brisk jog.
He’s never had to deal with snow in Renaissance Italy, but he’s still an Assassin - he knows to slow down before the crunch of the powder alerts the noblewoman to his presence. She’s sitting before the unfrozen pond, gazing at the lotuses and fiddling with the tassels of her blue and bronze scarf. Ezio pauses, grins, and picks a white dahlia and approaching.
“Buona sera, bella,” he says, stepping over the bench and sitting next to her, the white edges of his winter coat settling behind him like the tails of a maestro. Bao Hua Yong watches him with dark eyes, the light of curiosity dragging them out of thoughtful depths.
“Ezio. Good evening,” she says, clearly surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“Searching for the rarest beauty in tutto il mondo, what else?” he responds, pushing back his hood and grinning at her. She manages to roll her eyes, which means she isn’t too upset. He pushes the dahlia into her hands - gloved in black leather that shows how truly tiny they are.
“Funny,” she says softly, taking it and twirling the stem in-between her fingers.
“The better question would be what are you doing all alone, bella? Tomorrow is the day of San Valentino. Everyone has been out and about all week. Where is our Musa di Storia D’amore?” he asks, propping his elbows on his thighs and leaning in close.
Hua Yong’s heeled boots shuffle in the snow. “I haven’t been much in the mood, Ezio.”
“Where is Xaldin?” the Assassin asks, glaring into surrounding white foliage. “Has he not been around?”
“I believe he’s…” She fidgeted with the dahlia again. “Preoccupied… with someone else?”
“Che,” Ezio says, eyes narrowing dangerously.
Hua Yong bites her lip. “I mean, you know what Miss Emma says. That it’s good for us to change who we’re shipped with every so often, and Miss Belle is very pretty and very intelligent and very well-read and-”
“She’s not you,” Ezio cuts her off.
“And I mean, I do- I- Xaldin-” She takes a deep breath and starts again. “Xaldin does… like me so I know he’ll come back…”
“He shouldn’t have left in the first place,” Ezio replies, glaring into the pond.
That gets her attention. “Because you’re such a one-woman-man yourself, Ezio,” she says, failing to sound as teasing as she would be.
“Ehi, I may not stay with one woman for long, but I stay with one. I would never two-time you- eh, anyone.”
Hua Yong looks at him from the corner of her eye. He still leaning forward on his elbows, but his fingers are laced together idly, hanging by his knees. “You slipped up there on purpose.”
He grins, but doesn’t look at her, not at first. Slowly he turns and looks at her over his shoulder. “I did,” he admits.
Hua Yong watches him silently, eyebrows knit together and lips tight in that ‘I’m not willing to trust you yet’ face.
“You see, amore mio? You know me too well.”
“Hardly,” she corrects. “I barely know what to expect from you.”
“Well,” Ezio pushes himself up from the bench, extending a gloved hand. “Perhaps we should fix that?”
She hesitates, of course, but not for nearly as long as he was preparing to wait for.
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