Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|34|. M! Ezio ♡ II

A N N O U N C E M E N T :

I'VE PUBLISHED THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE HIGHSCHOOL AU click here --> @kiatheinsomniac 

Oops? Guess there's gonna have to be a part three.

Translations: Buongiorno - good morning / sicuro - of course / vaffanculo - fuck off / zitta - shut up

-Kia C.

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When the Party's Over

When (Y/n) woke up, she and Ezio were still cuddled up together but he was awake and scrolling through his phone. She wasn't quite aware of her surroundings yet in her sleep-clouded mind as she turned over onto her other side, letting out a few soft moans. What brought her to her senses were two things: the arm that tightened around her waist and the heat that warmed her back.

Her (e/c) eyes burst open and she laid still, looking down. She was still wearing Ezio's shirt (though it had ridden up past her hips) and his arms were wrapped around her waist — the one that went over her was the one that he held his phone with. He was scrolling through stories of his party.

Her heart began beating quickly again — she'd never been this close to anyone before, let alone someone she'd hardly ever spoken to. She felt his low hum vibrate through his chest as he dropped his phone to hold her closer to him, his face being buried in her sweetly smelling hair.

"Buongiorno, (Y/n)." He spoke with a husky and sleepy tone. Usually, after waking up with a girl, he'd be calling them pet names, kissing their neck or shoulders and running his hands over their hips and thighs, as per his friendly/touchy nature. But he didn't want to make his new guest uncomfortable — they'd slept in the same bed, not fucked. They hadn't known each other for very long and he thought it inappropriate to try something on her after seeing how he found her last night. She shyly turned her head to glance at him from the corners of her eyes.

"Morning." She mumbled as she continued to lay in his embrace.

"I'll chase everyone out in a minute then I can make you something to eat." He spoke as he slowly peeled his arms away from her waist to sit up and stretch. (Y/n) turned onto her back to watch how his muscles flexed with the movement; and damn did he have muscles.

"It's ok, really," She spoke politely as he stood up, "I'll start walking home and I'll grab a coffee and a pastry on the way there or something."

"No, no," He spoke as he grabbed a jumper from his closet, throwing it over his head, "I insist." Really, in his mind, this was his time to get to know her, to win her over if he wanted her. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

(Y/n) sat in his bed a while longer before deciding to stretch and get up. She checked her phone but all of the messages were from Anne, Mary and Aya asking if she had stayed at Ezio's with Kassandra. Looks like she did pass out after arm wrestling then.

The (h/c)-haired female placed her phone down before deciding to walk around Ezio's room a little. She was intrigued by all of the Polaroid photos that he had in a grid on the wall above his desk. The (e/c)-eyed young woman leaned over the desk to investigate. A lot of them were clearly taken in Italy — many of them with who she assumed were his little sister and his mother. A lot of others were at parties or on days out with large groups of friends.

(Y/n) left the desk to wander over to his bookshelf. Her face lit up at the main genres — historical non-fiction and Victorian literature. She plucked up his copy of Wuthering Heights in her fingers, having read the book herself and began flipping through the pages. She stopped where he had boxed a quote in pencil and written why he liked it in the margin. She beamed a smile because she did that with her books too. She began flipping through the page numbers to see if he had liked any of the ones that she had too.