Ten more prompts. I like these ones better than the previous chapter.

And by the way, number nineteen is a modern AU, and if you get the movie reference, I love you forever. Seriously.

As for twenty... Yeah, I have no idea if Leonardo really invented that, but let'snot bother with those details, eh?

Oh, and can you guess the mysterious other man in number sixteen?

11. Boots

Ezio hated his boots, very much so. They were uncomfortable and the buckles just seemed to scrape his ankles the wrong way. He had blisters where his boots had scraped, and it was a pain to have to wear the boots every single day. So everytime Ezio got a chance to take them off and just relax, he reveled in it. This was a moment like that, where Ezio was laid down comfortably on Leonardo's bed, his feet thankfully free from the leather that confined him so often. He sighed in happiness, resting his head back and wiggling his toes a little. It was wonderful. He fell asleep quickly after that, woken later by Leonardo's talking.
"...Made you some new ones. They should be more comfortable." Ezio made a sound in confusion, opening his eyes slowly to see Leonardo standing near him, his old boots in the artist's hands. "Oh, you were still asleep? Mi dispiace. As I was saying, I went to the tailor. He made you some new boots. I... I thought you could use them."
Leonardo smiled, fiddling with the buckles on one of Ezio's old boots. "The buckles are different, not so tight. They're also more comfortable, as I had him put extra padding in them. Your feet will look a little bigger, but.."
Ezio started to chuckle, cutting Leonardo off. The artist tilted his head slightly, furrowing his brows. "What?"
Ezio just continued to chuckle, stopping long enough to smile at Leonardo. "You. You do so many things for me without question."
Leonardo seemed to ponder this for a long moment, then laughed, himself. "Only because you are my closest friend, Ezio." He set the boots aside, deciding now to slide into bed next to Ezio, using one hand to stroke Ezio's hair once he had settled in close. "And my only lover. Although, I don't think the same can be said about me, to you." Ezio had closed his eyes at this point, sighing contentedly. "If it's what you wish, Leonardo, then you will be. You do so much, I have to find a way to repay you. And besides," He turned his head to kiss Leonardo's palm, smiling softly. "You're the only lover I truly enjoy being with."

12. Sparrow

"There's something I need you to do for me," Leonardo muttered, his hands preoccupied with rubbing small circles in Ezio's shoulders. The assassin was currently hunched over in a chair, his armor and vest taken off. He hummed in acknowledgement, opening one eye to look at the artist. "I need you to go out and buy some birds."
This broke Ezio from his contented, drowsy state of mind. "Why would you need... birds? You don't eat meat." He arched an eyebrow at the blonde, only to close his eyes once again as Leonardo worked at a severely tense muscle. Ezio hummed for a long moment, slumping even more bonelessly against the chair.
"You'll see, amore mio. Just please do as I ask." Ezio hummed again in agreement with the proposition. "Just so long as you continue this. Can the birds wait until morning?" Leonardo smiled. "Si. They can. Now," He pulled Ezio to his feet, though the younger was reluctant to move even an inch. "Let's get you to bed. You could fall asleep any moment."
The next morning, Ezio was awoken by Leonardo prodding him in the side. He groaned, rolled over, and opened his eyes slowly. "Yes, Leonardo?" He whined, and the artist laughed. "My birds, Ezio. Go get them for me." Ezio rolled his eyes, hooking one arm around Leonardo's shoulders. "I may need help getting up." He chuckled softly, and Leonardo kissed him. "You can get up, you lazy assassino."

13. Kitten

There were some days that Leonardo truly lived up to his name. His blonde hair would be an unruly mess resembling a lion's mane, and he'd be arched up half the day in annoyance. Ezio didn't like these days, because no matter what he did, the artist didn't calm down. However, Ezio loved the days when Leonardo acted simply like a kitten. The artist would curl up next to Ezio as the younger man read a book or laid down to sleep. The blonde man's head would end up nuzzled into Ezio's neck with a wide smile, and sometimes, the assassin would swear he heard Leonardo purring.

14. Miniature

The apple was a mysterious thing. One moment, Ezio had Leonardo in his arms while the artist studied the mysterious, glowing orb, and the next, he was staring up at what looked to be a table while a faint golden glow emanated from the side. Ezio furrowed his brows, standing up slowly and collecting himself. The windows were dark. How long had he been out? He heard Leonardo calling his name from somewhere, but he couldn't tell where. The workshop seemed huge now. The tables were oversized, the walls were taller, and Ezio had to think before he realized that Leonardo's voice was coming from above him. On the table? He looked up, and as he searched, he realized Leonardo was on a chair, his feet swinging from the edge. He was tiny! Then again, Ezio realized, he himself was small as well. Leonardo had a huge grin across his face.
"This is fascinating, Ezio! Look!" Leonardo waved his little arms around, pointing at aimless things. "We're suddenly so much smaller! Imagine the possibilites!" Ezio rolled his eyes. "Just find a way down here so we can figure out how to become normal again."
Leonardo was already figuring things out, grabbing his hat (which seemed to have stayed the same size,) and grasped either side of it. Ezio was about to ask what he was doing when Leonardo took a running leap from the chair, half-falling, half-gliding off the chair. He tumbled down next to Ezio, laughing. "This is wonderful, Ezio!" The artist seemed genuinely excited, and Ezio sighed. "Wonderful to you, but... How are we going to turn back? Surely you cannot expect us to live the rest of our lives like this." Leonardo pouted, crossing his arms. "But we can spend a little while like this. Right?" The look on his face was so hopeful, Ezio had to smile. "I suppose. But I don't want to spend forever like this."
Leonardo was already trying to get up onto a table, scrambling up the side. "Now what?" Ezio raised a brow. The artist just tried harder, managing to get a hold and hang on for a few seconds. "I'm hungry." Leonardo turned to look at Ezio after he'd fallen back onto his feet. Ezio laughed, pulling off his now-small hood. "We'll find a way to get you something."

15. Blanket

Ezio grins as Leonardo curls up into him, the blanket they shared pulled up over their shoulders. They sit in front of Leonardo's fireplace, the fire burning strong. Ezio smiles wider as Leonardo sighs, the artist's eyes closed. Leonardo was comfortable, it seemed, so the younger of the two didn't move an inch. Yes, his legs were going numb from sitting in one position for a long time, but he didn't mind. He was spending time alone with Leonardo for the first time in a long time.

16. Hate

Leonardo was not a man who hated many things. Yes, he had his fair share of finding things that irritated him, such as a ruined paintbrush or a dulled knife. But few things could annoy him more than the man standing in front of him now. He was a proud looking man, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. Leonardo had copied the movement, pulling a pout onto his lips (although he fully convinced himself if was a scowl). Just as Leonardo moved his arms to make a move at the younger man in front of him, another stepped behind him and grasped his shoulder. Leonardo growled, turning swiftly, only to see Ezio being the one who had his shoulder.
"Is this man bothering you, my friend?" Ezio deadpanned, looking the stranger up and down. Leonardo simply scowled and shook Ezio off, stomping in another direction, muttering something about Lorenzo's lousy choice of artists.

17. Mess

Leonardo kept his workshop in organized chaos. While the artist may have been able to find everything he needed at the moment he needed it, Ezio would spend an hour searching for something he left behind before Leonardo figured out that he was looking for something. "Perhaps you should clean up in here," Ezio sighed one day, just as Leonardo handed the assassin's boots over.

"Now, where would the fun in that be? I wouldn't be able to keep you around without a better excuse, now would I?"

18. Paper

There were some times Ezio wished he'd never searched through Leonardo's notebooks. Sometimes he found it endearing when the artist drew him; sketches of Ezio climbing, jumping, or even sleeping would unfold from the pages as Ezio watched. But sometimes Ezio would stumble across pictures he'd never hoped to find.
"What's this?" Ezio asked, curiousity peaked. Leonardo, sitting at his desk across the room, lifted his head from the current paper he had to look at the book Ezio was holding. The artist let out a soft chuckle.

"It's a study of an apprentice of mine. And judging by the look on your face, I'd say you're jealous, are you not? I can draw you like that, if you'd like."
Ezio studied the page a moment longer. "I do not want to be wrapped up in a satin cloth and hold my arm like that for hours, Leonardo."

19. Exes

"What do you mean, seven evil exes?" Ezio growled, curling his hand around his drink. He'd taken Leonardo out to lunch that day, only to find out that he was now stuck in what seemed to be a live-action RPG game.
Leonardo hunched his shoulders in a sheepish way, averting his eyes. "I mean that all of my exes are now after you. And you have to fight them if you truly love me."
"Fine, fine. Who's the first one? That guy? Or is that him?" Ezio pointed to a redhead across the room from them. The young man seemed to be eyeing them for quite some time. Leonardo nodded slowly, tugging Ezio's hand down.
"Yes, that's him. His name is-"
"Gian Giacomo. A pleasure. Long time no see, Leonardo." The man had approached the table at lightning speed, his dark-rimmed glasses pushed up the bridge of his nose. Ezio raised an eyebrow, reaching to tug at the redhead's scarf.
"You dated a hipster?"

20. Balloon

"This thing looks unstable," Ezio whimpered, watching as Leonardo finished attaching a large platform to what seemed to be a long piece of tapestry. There was a spot for fuel, Ezio knew, but he didn't trust this latest invention.
"It's safe. trust me, Ezio." Leonardo grinned, and ushered Ezio onto the small platform. He followed a moment later, carrying a candle from where he'd placed it earlier. He lit the fuel source, and had Ezio hold up one end of the tapestry. It was held onto the platform by rope, which, in Ezio's mind, still looked unstable.
"This is not going to work, Leonardo."