"Nothing is true, everything is permitted".
"Let the Father of Understanding guide us".
Assassins and Templars' one-shots.
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Note: This book contains violence, blood, explicit language and be aware...
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Edward must be honest with himself when he says that he is used to waking up with someone in his bed. He knows that mostly that person is a stranger that just came to have a good physical time with him and that is going to go as soon as it's dressed. He knows that one-night stands aren't healthy in more than one sense but are the only way he must deal with the disastrous life he has.
It helps him forget about his ex-wife, about the disaster he is as a father, about his alcoholism, about the Assassins and the Brotherhood, and about everything else that comes with being Edward Kenway.
He knows that waking up with a stranger is quite normal and not surprising at all, but this time it has something different because so many reasons. But the principal one is you.
When he wakes up is because his alarm is about to destroy his eardrums. He hates it with his life, but he doesn't have Jenny anymore to wake him up in the morning, so his new Jenny since a few years ago is a fucking annoying alarm.
He must blink a few times to focus and to find his damn phone on his bedside table. Once is off, he let out a relieved sigh and goes back to close his eyes. He isn't in the mood to wake up just yet, so he tells himself that he needs five more minutes to wake up.
Edward is about to fall asleep again with his left arm hanging from the edge of the bed when he feels something moving behind him in bed. In the beginning, he thinks that is his one-night stand, but then he remembers that he hasn't slept with someone in a while. So, he opens his eyes, trying not to panic because, for some weird reason he can't remember, someone else is in bed with him.
For a few seconds, he thinks that maybe the rum he drank the night before still affects him, that he imagines the movement he felt, but the idea is completely discarded when he feels an arm going around his torso and someone curling in his back.
Saying he is fully panicking now is an understanding because he is bloody hell sure that he wasn't that drunk last night to bring someone home.
"Why the hell your heart is beating so fast?", the question comes from behind him and his head takes a few moments to recognize the voice.
Is sleepy and raspy but is still yours. A sigh of relief escapes his mouth and he shuts his eyes to rub them, just like he does when Haytham comes up with another Templar idea. But this time he is relieved and not annoyed.
"Ya fucking scared the bloody shit out of my, lass", he responds, with a husky voice because he probably snored all night.
Edward hears you chuckle, and he gets his hand out of his face. He looks around and that's when he realizes that he isn't in his room.
Its your room.
How the fuck he ended up there, in your bed? He guesses that he was way too drunk to distinguish between his room and yours. They were in the same hallway anyway.
"I thought you weren't scared easily", you say, still surrounding him.
"Well, everythin is possible when yar head hurts fom a hangover", that was a lie of course since he develops resistance to the rum (and alcohol in general) after years of it being his only friend.
You don't say anything, so the rooms fall into silence, interrupted just because outside the city noises can be heard, just like the Bureau morning ones.
Edward can't close his eyes again, because he is trying to concentrate on remembering how the fuck he ended up in your room and what he said. He thinks that it was probably very stupid rubbish since you aren't very fond of drunk Edward neither someone who likes to share (even less your bed).
And he doesn't want to get started on the fact that you're hugging him from behind, something quite of out character for you.
"Did my alarm wake ya up?", he suddenly asks.
"Yeah. Why the hell you have an alarm so early?"
"Isn't tha early, is only six".
"That's fucking early for me".
"Is ta go swimmin'. It usually helps after a wild night", and he doesn't have to explain further, or you don't have to ask what he means because you know pretty well what he does.
"Most men in movies like to go jogging after a wild night, but then it's you that is a walking fish", at that, he chuckles and you move your arm and yourself from behind him until he doesn't feel your warmth anymore. That makes his chuckle die faster than it will do naturally.
"Thanks for tha compliment".
"It wasn't a compliment, but your welcome", he smirks, and then Edward hears you turn around in bed like earlier.
After a few seconds, he dares to look over his shoulder and is to find that you're laying on your back, looking at the ceiling.
And that's when he understood that this time waking up next to you is way different than waking up beside a stranger.
Your hair was all messy and it was the first time he saw you being a mess, but he had to be honest with himself and say that it was a beautiful view.
A view that he will not mind see every morning for the rest of his fucking life.
