[Ezio x Reader Fanfic] May the father of understanding guide us

48} Surgere Iam Tempus

In the darkness, a soft voice sings soothingly. It is so familiar I can almost picture myself lying on the singing woman's lap as she plays with my hair and we both radiate an ethereal, golden glow.

"Gaudeamus igitir, iuvenes dum sumus
Post iucundam iuventutem
Post molestam senectutem
Nos habebit humus."

I join in with the lullaby, knowing the tune and words by heart even though the words are in a language I no longer understand.

"Ubi sunt qui ante nos in mundo fuere?
Vadite ad superos
Transite ad inferos
Ubi iam fuere"

The image of the calm woman fades, instead I find myself standing in the corner of a room, facing a bed covered in a white sheet which had the unmistakeable shape of a body beneath it.

"Vita nostra brevis est, brevi finietur
Venit mors velociter"

A man in sitting in a chair near the bed. I can hear him crying even though his face is buried in his hands. I know who this man is....

but at the same time I have no idea who anyone is, not even who I am.

"Rapit nos atrociter
Nemini parcetur."

I edge towards the bed and peel away the sheet.

It's a girl.

She is too young.

Her (h/l), (H/c) hair has been carefully brushed and swept back so as not to cover her face which is dull and paler than it must have been in life.

"Surgere iam tempus, surgere iam jungantur viventium!"
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I jolt awake and my eyes immediately bolt open to be met with plain white sheets.

What the hell?

I raise my arms and push myself into a sitting position, removing the sheet from my head.

I'm in Antonio's barracks, the same room where I woke up after I got out of the palazzo.

A smile forces it's way to my lips and the sensation only becomes stronger and more welcome when I look across the room. Ezio.

Although his face is hidden in his hands, I know it is him sitting there.

Is he... Crying?

His shoulders are shaking and I can hear quiet sobs from him.

I slowly edge my way off the bed and wince at the coldness of the floor on my bare feet before stumbling towards him and gently kneeling on the floor directly opposite him.

My hands automatically outstretch to softly grasp his forearms.

Ezio flinches and harshly grips my wrists, staring blankly into my eyes without the usual spark in his own.

Suppressing a laugh at his dumbfounded expression, I can't help but worry for his lack of words.

"Come on Ezio, I thought you were meant to be charming!" I jest, my voice a little dry and croaky.

"(Y/n).... You aren't real. You died." He chokes as his eyes start to become damp, "you died and it was my fault."

"Ezio, I'm not dead. I'm here!" I take his hand and put it over my heart. "See? I have a heartbeat."

His eyes flicker and dance all over my face and body, as if trying to memorise every single detail.

Cupping his face in my hands I draw his lips towards mine and do what I've wanted to do in such a long time.

Our lips press together and his arms embrace me tenderly as I wrap mine around his neck to draw him in further.

It's bliss, the best thing I've felt in years.

But it ends all too soon as we both become short of breath and have to break apart.

Ezio doesn't let me go though, not for a moment; we stay locked together, hugging each other tightly in quiet relief.

"You were dead, for hours at least. How are you alive again?" He whispers in disbelief.

"I don't know, I just woke up." I mumble into his shoulder before we both stand up and he sits me back on the bed.

"I need to check if you are still bleeding." He explains cautiously, reaching for the hem of the white dress I was to be buried in.

"No need to be shy, it's not like we haven't done more intimate things." I state, shocking him slightly.

"You just came back from the dead, stop flirting with me." He jokes before lifting up the dress to expose my midriff.

There is nothing there but a scar.

"Hmmm... That's not right. No way can a stab wound heal that quickly." He prods at it but it doesn't hurt me at all.

"I can't feel a thing." I remark, reaching to touch it with my left arm before gasping and lifting said arm up into the air. "I'm pretty sure you're only meant to have one elbow though."

The bone is clearly broken and set wrong as my forearm bends to the right in the middle.

Ezio grimaces and I can tell this will hurt.

He calls in An exasperated Antonio - even from inside the room I can hear the agitation in his voice as he tells Ezio he is mad for believing I'd come back to life - who is disturbed to say the least at seeing me siting up in the bed.

"What is this? What did you do?" He stammers, glancing around suspiciously.

"Neither of us know." I yawn, holding out my arm to him. "But this needs fixing, Doc."
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Ezio held my arm still as Antonio broke it and put it in its proper position and secured it.

He told me I couldn't use it for a few months which was completely fine by me since it hurt like hell to move it even an inch.

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After Antonio left, Ezio sat next to me in the bed and held me as I began to drift to sleep again.

I brush my hand over his and feel a cool, metallic bump on his finger. My heart leaps in fear before I realise it is the wrong finger to be a wedding band and upon turning it over I notice the insignia of the assassins.

"So it's official now. You are an assassin." I breathe, snuggling further into his shoulder.

"Yes, I joined after Antonio and Ferdinand took you here. I am now part of the brotherhood." He smiles and kisses the top of my head before sliding us both doe the bed so we are lying together, my body resting partially over his.

"Ferdinand...." I mumble, "shit! I need to see him!"

"Shhhh." Ezio pulls me back towards him and strokes my head softly, "Antonio will talk to him and he knows that you need to rest. You can see him when you wake up."

I sigh contentedly and lay back, Ezio's warm embrace lulling me into sleep.

Although there is no doubt I will wake up from this one.