Assassin's Creed | Reader

Ezio x Reader [ Wake up call ]

"I knew this was gonna happen" 

I know that Ezio is usually a fairly active person, I know he's busy and running around a lot for the Creed but honestly. Today of all days? Today when we really, honestly need him to be awake? He said he would be up early so we could get a head start on tracking down the last of Cesare's informants and to take care of some rather chatty courtesans. He had even said he would be up before everyone else. 

And what do I get? 

A lazy old man sleeping away. And who was sent to fetch him? Me. I was practically pushed out of my bed by Niccolo and asked to get the man. Of course I asked Well why can't you get him?! And he had the lame excuse of claiming that he had other work to get to that was far more important then waking Ezio. What a gentleman. I tugged on the first pair of robes I had that weren't done up in armor and made a bee line to the said Assassin's room. 

I tried the light approach when coming to his bedroom door. Light knocks on the old wood and waiting a moment to see if the old man would stir to the sound. Nothing. Nada. I let out a long sigh before trying again with heavier knocks. "Ezio? Come on...." I said loud enough hopefully to reach through the door. For a master assassin he sure did sleep pretty heavy. After standing there looking like an idiot long enough for a couple of rookie assassin's to walk by and stare, I tried the handle on the door. Surprisngly it wasn't locked which of course gave me the okay to barg right in ready to roll the assassino out of bed. 

"Hey, Master Assassin I think you over did it with the beauty sleep" I announced, spotting his sleeping form on the bed  with the sheets all over the place and his robes in a pile next to his bed. I swear if I walked in on a after night of him with some woman again....

"Ezio" I called his name softly while scooping up some loose papers on his desk or picking up his arm braces. Maybe he got home really late...I don't really keep track of when he goes to bed mostly because of how hard it was to keep track of him now a days. It was a lot easier back then when things weren't so scattered about. "Ezioooo, come onnnnn" I tried again, standing beside his bed while fisting up some of his sheets in my hands to tug them off. At least that's what I tried at first before dropping them at the moment I caught a flash of nothing below the waist line. He was laying face down on his bed, thank goodness, but still...I edged backwards and clamped a hand over my mouth from squealing out in shock. 

The Italian man only grumbled, shifting so he was on his back instead of his chest and picking up the act of snoring once more. Me on the other hand just sort of stood there blushing, staring right at the wall and away from the man who I think...I just saw his butt. What am I kidding, it was his butt...I-I didn't know though that Ezio preferred....sleeping in the nude. Maybe it was a normal thing men did or maybe he had company last night. I should have stayed on the other side of that door and just knock until my hand bled. 

I tried to regain my composer, brushing it off as nothing. It wasn't a big deal! Nothing at all! It was a little flash, plus I had no idea he was....even sleeping naked. I didn't see anything in too much detail just....skin...and...oh god. "You know what, I'm gonna let you sleep in" I whispered, the image burned into my brain kept on popping up over and over again. But instead of turning around and running from the room, something took hold of my wrist. And by someone I mean Ezio, who dragged me from a standing position and into the tangle of sheets on his bed. I released a startled yelp, as if the blush across my face couldn't get any worse. His body covered mine, laying on our sides with my held firmly against his chest and his legs tangled with mine. But....he did not wake. 

Instead he slept on, my face pressed against his chest and his chin resting on my head. "Mio amore..." he mumbled in his sleep...at least that's what I think he was mumbling. Again, it was mumbling. He said something else before it got lost in a snore that rummbled deep in his chest. "Yeah....you sure love sleeping" I grumbled while trying to get out of the tangle of limbs and the mess of bed sheets. It worked for a split second before Ezio's grip tightened and his body shifted again to where it was almost laying on top of me. "This would have been more amusing if Niccolo was the one trapped here" I uttered with a annoyed groan, Ezio's face nuzzling into my cheek like I was some pillow. 

To be honest...it wasn't that bad if I had to admit. I never get much face time with Ezio, most of the time I just go to him to deliever letters or to inform him of something important enough for his attention. Sometimes we talk, he shows that Italian charm and I try not to melt into a gooey puddle because of it, like the other girls he talks to and swoons. I only happen to be slightly more important then the rest...not a whole lot like Ezio's close friends or family. I bet i was even picked at random for this, my bedroom door was most likely the first thing Niccolo saw. 

I dragged my eyes up to look at Ezio's face, wondering who the lucky girl was to get dragged up here to his bed....or what lucky girl was lucky enough to see him every day. He looked so young...the scar over his lips gave him this certain edge. Up close you could see the dark circles that have plagued him and not to mention how his hair was eased back from his face. His looks weren't even my favorite part of him ( Alright it was a heavy influence but ) it was just him all together. He was loyal, determined and smart....sometimes smart but it still counts. And his voice...how it rumbled and rolled off his tongue. I wanted to listen to his voice more whenever I hear it. Just talking, it didn't even have to make sense. He could be talking about oranges and goats for all I care. 

"Are we to be going now or no?"

I jolted at his voice, moving my body back so hard I thought I was gonna shoot out of the bed and into the wall if it weren't for Ezio's still tight grip around my body. "Y-you- I um I-" the stuttering came out in chunks and gibberish, the blushing starting back up again when I saw his eyelids were indeed open. "You...how long have you been-been awake?" I finally asked, moving my head so it wasn't so close to Ezio's face or his bare chest. 

"When you knocked the first time...."

"So then why didn't you answer?!" The words fell from my mouth faster then I could restrain myself. But he only chuckled, like it was funny how flustered I was getting over it. "I was hoping you would give up and leave...I didn't think you would come in to drag me out." He shifted his body back and released his hold on me but his eyes never left mine when I hoped out of bed blushing brighter then a tomato. "I didn't want to get chopped by Niccolo for not being able to get you up" I fumbled for a reason, retreating to the window where I could safely flush and freak out by myself. But Ezio seemed to be enjoying my sudden flustered state, shifting his body up more so the sheets pooled around his hips...his happy trail leading from his navel and to....

GET GOING

"Any-Anyway I should leave. Um, I didn't mean to drag or to intrude I am-"

"Oh please don't apologize (Y/N)...you're more then welcome to come and visit again...maybe under...better circumstances" He flashed a smile at me. Not even a cocky smile, just a smile that could melt a girls heart. Matching with that deep, sexy voice of his....ohhhh okayyy. 

"Right I mean I....I'm just gonna...get going" I didn't waste any more time, my feet were carrying me toward the door faster then I thought I could walk. I went straight back to my room, ignoring my fellow assassins as I buzzed on by. His words kept echoing in my head, and the way his eyes looked at me when he opened them. Dazed but clearly aware of what he was doing....they had this hooded look to them. A look that reminded me of someone who was hungry for something...wanting to pounce onto he first morsel they saw. 

The rest of the day, you could say I spent most of my time in my room....

Screaming into my pillow, freaking out. 

Just slightly out of the normal

Authors Note

This story I have been dying to type up, lol, I thought of this a while ago and thought it would cute. I just think Ezio is perfect for bedroom stories idk why. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it! I'm sorry to anyone who has been sending me messages or if my writing seems to slow down a bit. School starts back up soon and with that comes classes and homework ;c; but thankfully I won't be absent as long as I have been. I'm starting to prep some stories just in case, and I'm actually working on the newest chapter for American Huntress and another for Broken Paths. 

The next story I'm feeling a bit of Older Ezio ( Because now I'm playing revelations after Brotherhood and now I'm just all over the place )