Scars~ revamped. Ezio x Reader

Ezio Auditore was the hardest man to keep a secret from, anyone to know the man knew this as a fact. The former master assassin had his ways to finding anything, and everything, out.

He knew that you’d have days where you would watch animated movies just to feel like a child again, and that you had a handful of cups that he couldn’t use (‘That is my Black Widow cup! Don’t touch it, she’s fragile!’ ‘She is faded.’ ‘Shut up, she’s my favorite’). His favorite was the fact that you still kept a stuffed toy that your sibling had gotten for you when you were still young, and that you slept with it underneath your pillow every night.

Ezio had yet to figure out your biggest secret, and that was the only one that you never wanted him to find out about in fear of his reaction. This one, well-kept secret was a show of your past and showed on random places on your body: Your hips, upper thighs, and forearms.

Your scars.

You knew Ezio had scars of his own, yes. His, though, were not the same as the marks you had on your skin. His were from his years of training and becoming an assassin, avenging his family, and protecting those he loved and cared about from bad things and even worse people.

The scars you had collected through the years were from a constant battle raging inside your mind, one that never stopped. They were from the voices screaming a little too loud, for a little too long, and letting the demons win. And, as much as you hated to admit to it, this was happening more and more- even as you thought that part of your life was over, done.

You had decided to go without sleeves, for the first time, since Ezio had suddenly appeared in your life. Your scars were faded, yes, but they still stood out against your skin, to you, anyway, and you had hoped that Ezio wouldn’t notice. But, of course… He did.

All you wanted to do was enjoy a day to yourself. No work, no class, you didn’t even have your phone on, as you wanted to avoid socializing on one of your few quiet days. You had decided that the best way to do this was curl up on the couch, one arm on the armrest with your head lying close to your arm, your favorite ‘I’m not falling asleep during the movie, you’re falling asleep during the movie’ position. You had taken this small victory in not wearing a jacket to cover your arms and were finding yourself now almost asleep as the movie you had chosen droned on and on as background noise now.

“Amore, what are these?" Ezio’s surprisingly quiet and gentle (almost soothing) voice asked, drawing you from your half asleep state.

'Oh no. He saw them.' you thought, knowing exactly what Ezio was asking about as you noticed his eyes lingering a little too long on your arm, making a mental note to make sure that Ezio wouldn’t be around for a few hours the next time you decided to go without a jacket.

"They're nothing, Ezio. Promise. They’re just… From running through briars and rosebushes when I was a child." You lied, voice scratchy from almost being asleep. ‘Good job, Y/N. Make a believable lie next time.’ You scolded yourself, fighting back the urge to facepalm at your own unbelievable lie.

"They are obviously something, or else you would not have lied to me about them. Y/N. If I may ask, why do you have... Scars? I know you wear a crest of the assassins, but I also know that an assassin you are not. You do not fight, or you haven’t since we met.” Ezio then stated, waiting a moment before taking the spot on the couch beside you.

"Y/N, you are much too gentle of a person to be a fighter, in this life or even a life before. Will you tell me what they are from?” Ezio questioned as he looked at you, watching now in silence as you began biting the inside of your lip as you struggled to find the words needed to tell him the truth.

Ezio moved quickly and placed a hand underneath your chin, tilting your head up gently as your eyes met his.

“They… I did them. Self inflicted. They’re my fault.” You then say, your voice barely above a whisper as you moved away from the man, not wanting to see his face as he reacted to your words.

Ezio only watched you with a blank, unreadable expression before furrowing his eyebrows together in confusion, tilting his head as he looked at you. “What?”

You sighed before you ran a hand through your hair, still not looking at Ezio. “Ezio… I know that you’re not that hard of hearing, nor are you that dumb. The scars are there because I put them there. I caused them.” You explain to the assassin, your voice starting to shake the longer you spoke. Ezio sat quiet beside you, taking in the short, brief explanation you had given him.

“I… I do not think I understand. How did you, and… Why?” Ezio finally broke the silence, once again holding your face in his hands to make you look at him again.

Another sigh passed your lips as your eyes met Ezio’s before you placed one of your hands on his, turning to face the man beside you. “Ezio, it’s… Complicated, I suppose, but I’ll do my best so that you understand.” You murmur before inhaling a deep breath, finally explaining everything to Ezio; Why and when you started, when things got to be their absolute worst, and when you had almost stopped for good- and what triggered you to start again.

When you were finally done with your explanation, tears were burning your eyes, threatening to fall yet Ezio looked over this, moving from his spot beside you as he knelt down in front of you, taking your arm gently in his hands, his thumbs tracing the scars that were scattered across your skin. It was almost as if Ezio was making a mental note of every one of them, memorizing where they sat and how many of them there were.

“Y/N… You are the greatest warrior I have ever met. Battling unseen foes is no easy feat. You are a warrior. My favorite warrior, I want you to know that. Do you believe me, amore?” Ezio asked, smiling softly as he received a nod from you in response, his thumb still tracing the scars as he stopped suddenly, leaning down to your arm as he started pressing kisses against the scarred skin.

“And I meant every word, amore. You… Are the most beautiful, fearless warrior I have ever seen.” Ezio suddenly speaks, pressing his lips gently against your cheek.