These are various one-shots, prompts given to me by a friend. I have more I'm working on. Some I might write longer fanfiction for, but... These were just to get me out of my writer's block.

1. Mirror

When Leonardo looks in the mirror, he doesn't see anything like what Ezio describes to him. None of the fair skin or shining hair, nor the handsome face or bright eyes. Instead he sees a crooked nose, dark rings under his eyes, and his beard that makes him look so much older than he really is. But whenever he mentions this, Ezio wraps his arms around his waist and smiles, saying, "The artist never sees perfection, does he?"

2. Smoke

There was too much, and the smell was overwhelming. Ezio's eyes burned and his lungs felt like they were going to explode from exertion, but he pushed on, carrying Leonardo's half-limp body out of the smoking debris, cradling the artist's head close to his neck. "Just hang on," He muttered, "And I'm sorry for dragging you into this." Leonardo's only response was a choked chuckle and a soft, "Not your fault."

3. Turtle

"Ezio, you have to look at this!" Leonardo's voice echoed down the hallway, and Ezio raised a brow from where he lay. His wounds still burned, the stitches itching. "What is it?" Leonardo instead peeked down the hallway, beaming. "I found him in the canal. Poor thing." He held up a small turtle, laughing. "Can I keep him?" The assassin just grinned, no matter how his wounds ailed him. "Your home, not mine. Just, ah. Make sure he doesn't bite me."

4. Wardrobe

Ezio's clothes were tossed haphazardly across the floor in his attempt to get comfortable, his fever at a high temperature. Leonardo was in and out of the room constantly, moving the assassin's blankets, dabbing his face with rags, and giving him teas and herbal drinks. Ezio admitted to himself he enjoyed the attention, but when Leonardo went to put Ezio's clothes away, Ezio growled. "No way, lione mio. My clothes are not going to be kept with yours and end up smelling like flowers."

5. Mask

A red mask hung on Leonardo's workshop wall, a small reminder of something that had happened long ago. Leonardo himself had made several masks for carnivale six years ago; this was one of the few remaining. The intracate golden vines swirling across the face and around the eyes made it easily a favorite of his and showed off his truly artistic nature. The painted-on eyebrows gave it a look of character, almost humorous. The reminder embedded within the mask was one Leonardo would easily look back on and smile; Ezio had thought he was a woman after drinking too much wine, and that had been when the truth spilled out and they'd finally shared a kiss. Now the two were inseperable when Ezio was in town. "Leonardo," Ezio was calling from down the hall, having just woken up. "Come back so I can hold you. It's cold."

6. Tree

Novices were a pain. Both Ezio and Leonardo knew this, and it was difficult to keep track of all of them. One time, one of Ezio's novices had pranked Leonardo and taken his hat, and the rest of the novices had laughed as Leonardo watched, the hat eventually being stuck up in a large oak tree. Leonardo was furious, to be put simply. And when Ezio had found out..

7. Ambush

It was a nice, warm day in Italy, and Leonardo was happy that he had to go out today and not any other day. He was fetching his paints and canvas, and had his eyes on a new set of brushes made from horsehair. He'd also picked up some floral oils to scent his clothing with (Ezio always made fun of him, "It's not womanly, at least I don't smell like blood and sweat,") and some fruits. He was supposed to be headed home, but instead he found himself reveling in the sunshine, his hat stuffed into the pouch on his side. Perhaps his hair would gain a new lightness to it- "Leonardo!" He turned swiftly, just in time to see a certain hooded man crash into him, arms wrapped around his waist and a kiss pressed to his forehead. Leonardo was spluttering, shaking, pushing away. "N-not in public, Ezio!" The artist stared up, and Ezio grinned. "We're hardly in public, Leonardo." and he waved his arm around. In fact, they were in an enclosed garden ("When did I get here?") and Leonardo blinked confusedly. "O-oh. Well then, let us continue.."

8. Books

Leonardo's notebooks are strange, Ezio thought one morning, slowly flipping the pages of one while Leonardo slept. The artist was worn out, having fallen asleep almost the second he'd hit his mattress. He's got an amazing mind. Ezio was half-dozing, barely comprehending what he was reading until he hit one page. It was a large sketch of him, his smile a genunine one. That rarely happened now, unless Ezio was fully distracted by the engineer. He struggled to read the backwards handwriting for a few moments, until finally, the Italian words flew off the page just as easily as if they had been written normally. "Mio Dio," Leonardo had written, "Ezio is surely the most beautiful young man I've laid eyes on. But I cannot act on impulse... Perhaps one day.." The rest was scribbled sloppily out, and Ezio chuckled to himself. "You never change, amore mio," And he tossed the book back onto the bedside table, wrapping his arms around the sleeping man and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

9. Makeup

There was something about this woman that Ezio had to admit was alluring; perhaps it was the way her eyebrows arched when he said something, or the soft laugh when he joked with her. It was easy to be comfortable around her, it seemed. But he noticed something. Was it a freckle on her cheek, or one near her eye? She seemed to be covered in them. But Leonardo was, as well. Perhaps it was that, that look of her face. The way her eyes rest upon her face, the slight blush on her cheeks, and the freckles. Dio mio, the freckles. Ezio found himself brushing his thumb over her cheekbone, furrowing his brows when he saw that there was residue on his hand. "What?"
He tilted his head in confusion, watching as the woman's blue eyes widened. "I-I..." She picked up the edges of her dress, her flat-bottomed shoes tapping loudly against the cobblestone road as she hurried away from Carnivale. Ezio never got her name.
Not until he was back home with Leonardo, his chin resting on the artist's shoulder as the blonde man read a novel he'd picked up. It was in Latin, so Ezio only caught a few words, deciding to distract himself otherwise with making a small mark on Leonardo's neck with his teeth. It was then that he noticed the freckles covering his lover's neck, his cheek, his entire face, and recognized the way his eyes sat, how freshly shaven he was, and how blue his eyes were, now that he wasn't hidden by a mask and a pound of floral-scented makeup.
"You," He sighed, "Will never cease to amuse me. You needn't disguise yourself to get me to pay attention to you." Leonardo only laughed, finally tearing himself away from his book long enough to notice Ezio's lips against his neck again. "It worked, didn't it?"

10. Scalpal

Ezio was assaulted by the stench of blood as he wove his way inside Leonardo's workshop, and his mind immediately went into fight-or-flight mode, his hidden blades extended as he searched for Leonardo. He eventually found the artist, completely safe, engrossed with tearing apart a corpse laid out upon a long table. The body was bloodied, mangled, and utterly disgusting looking, but that didn't phase the artist. He was working away at the body, slowly cutting away until he pulled out the man's lung, setting it aside as he worked for another organ. Ezio found himself holding back the urge to vomit; He tore apart men every day, even nights, but he'd never studied them or pulled them apart like Leonardo was now. It was simply disgusting to him.
"Leonardo," He choked out, his eyes widened when he saw the artist's arms come up, covered to the elbows in blood and other things Ezio didn't want to think about. "What is going on here?" Leonardo simply smiled, a morbid kind of smile since he was currently covered in blood and his nice white apron stained with gore and there was a smear of it on his cheek and oh mio Dio what is going on? "I'm doing anatomical studies. Care to watch?" Leonardo grinned wider, holding out the blade he was using. "N-No, grazie. I'll go to your room for now. I... I need sleep. Y-you can come join me... after you've cleaned up." Ezio held his stomach, stepping away from the room. Leonardo called after him, "If you need me, come and get me!" Ezio shrugged and sped away, burying himself into Leonardo's blankets and pillows and just getting the image out of his mind and oh Dio...