#edward kenway x y/n

[itseivwhore]

♡ 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ♡

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Valentine special, day 11th : “Couple's dance”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Pairing : Edward Kenway x fem Reader 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Summary : While patiently waiting for Edward to come back from some business affair around Great Inagua, from the balcony you were leaning into, you heard cheerful melodies coming from the dock. Unable to resist curiosity, you decided to walk near the tavern, quickly joining the collective amusement...thanks to Kenway, of course.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Author's note: I'm incredibly sorry if I'm one day late, also because I promised myself I wouldn't skip a day, but it was over the weekend and well here we are ;( BUT for you all to forgive me, I made this way longer than the last one shot I wrote + I even added some lyrics from one of the songs you can actually hear while standing near the taverns of pretty much all the cities/villages in AC Black Flag! I thought it was a cool idea, so if you want to give it a listen, here's the link!

Ps. I miss writing for Edward so much oh my gOD.

*˚ .♡⋆ﾟˊˎ -

The gentle lapping of the waves as they slowly washed up on the beach, together with the gentle, rhythmic sound of the cicadas singing, lent a peaceful, relaxing atmosphere that reigned unperturbed over the island. From the vast and airy balcony of the manor house where you were currently standing, you had a wide view of the beach and the pier, paying no attention to the darkness that embraced everything; your eyes immediately adjusted to the few, warm and soft lights coming from both the small bonfires on the beach and the numerous candles in the tavern.

Everything around you was motionless and surrounded by shadows, were it not for numerous fireflies that seemed like quick flashes of light dancing, suspended in the air. Sitting on a large, comfortable chair you had managed to get outside, that sort of strange, rhythmic dance caught your attention for a while, distracting you.

After you had lost yourself in watching the pretty insects, you looked away and noticed that a sultry, warm breeze was shaking the tree branches, even causing the sails of the Jackdaw, anchored near the dock, to move slightly. You also noticed the sailors who, having finished their respective jobs on the ship, jumped off and made their way to the tavern... from which immediately arose light-hearted laughter, joyous singing - and even some light brawling, which the wind carried to your ears.

A bored sigh came out of your mouth, your patience running thin with each passing moment without Edward by your side. It was now an hour since Edward left you in the manor alone, saying he had to meet with one of the villagers down the beach to arrange a deal; he hadn't given you much information, leaving you only with a promise, saying he would be right back and you would spend the rest of the evening together, you in turn promising to stay there and wait for him...leaving a gentle kiss on your temple before disappearing into the darkness of the night, leaving you hopeful, waiting for him with such trepidation.

Trepidation that became anxiety, which faded into boredom and tiredness, thinking of the Captain's return while you were aimlessly watching the people far away from you in the distance.

Getting up from your chair, you turned your steps towards the balustrade and, leaning on it with your elbows, you began to look at the tavern and listen to the harmonious and cheerful sound of the songs that the sailors, together with the innkeepers, sang at the top of their voices. All that vitality, all that fun that was like an omniscient presence in the atmosphere of the island, only spurred you more and more to leave the manor and join in the commonl fun.

You looked over your shoulder, behind you, seeing the large chair you have been sitting on for almost a hour, pondering if to leave once for all and give in to your temptation, or if to keep on patiently waiting for Edward to come back, biting your lips at your indecision.

After all, you weren't going to be gone for long, you just wanted to relieve the boredom and waste some time, and you'd be back before he even returned. After all... if Edward hadn't returned until then, how could he ever return just when you weren't there? It really would have been a coincidence, wouldn't it?

And so, happily and firmly slapping the stone balaustra when you finally made up your mind, you swiftly jumped over the balcony, quickly walking down the cliff towards the dock, a satisfied little smile on your lips as the lights and the voices grew stronger and louder.

~ ~ ~

"We like to sneak out without keeping our promise, eh, sly fox?" countless emotions and thoughts overpowered your mind and body as soon as you heard that all too familiar voice and mocking grin; the need - the urge to flee, to run away or even to throw yourself into the water violently seized you as soon as you saw Edward walking towards you.

It had been a while since you had finally arrived at the tavern, taking a seat not far from the counter, silently enjoying yourself amidst the laughter of the sailors and the melodious voices of some young women, singing accompanied by violins; some couples were dancing merrily among the tavern tables, their quick steps on the wooden planks echoing in the air. You watched and savoured everything attentively, and the anxiety of having to return to the manor before Edward, was now long gone.

But as soon as your eyes caught sight of a tall, blond figure walking slowly towards your table, a slight panic took hold of you: not so much that you could do anything though. What could you possibly have done? He had obviously already seen you, you could feel his piercing blue eyes in the distance; there was no reason to run away after all. Edward could be very magnanimous when he wanted to be... plus his laid back expression and his quiet footsteps put you more at ease.

And here he was, standing tall and proud before you in his usual attire, hood down resting on his shoulders as he was looking down at you, who held his inquisitive gaze, without breaking eye contact. His rhetorical question, said in such a mocking tone and him leaning in more towards you, made you feel slightly in awe.

The captain received only silence in response: you did not know what to say or what excuse to make up. But you knew that Edward was as magnanimous as he was cunning, and it was useless to lie to him as he would immediately discover your lies. In short, it wasn't worth it, and the only thing to do was to keep looking at him with a straight face.

"I was just coming back, it was just a matter of seconds," he continued in an upset tone, raising his eyebrow and pointing with a vague gesture of his hand to the cliff in the distance.

You became lightly shocked in hearing his almost disappointed words, rising one of your eyebrows in a questioning look. Were you wrong, or was he trying to give you the fault, as to excuse himself for his own wrongs? But as you looked in his eyes, you noticed cheekiness twinkling in the blue of them, also finally seeing his usual smug smirk plastered on his lips. He was just genuinely teasing you– as always, and you know he enjoyed seeing you flustered just for the fun of it.

And so, hit by realisation, you decided to play his game, straightening your back as you leaned forward towards him, hands playing with the flame of the candle on the table.

"Seconds which became minutes...and minutes which became a hour. You didn't keep your promise" you replied defiantly, mimicking his grin, stressing each one of your words, reminding him of his own broken promise.

Edward seemed to be taken aback at your biting words, at which he let out an amused little chuckle, lowering his head and shaking it as he clicked with his tongue.

"I was looking for you, but I see someone is so impatient" he uttered with a low voice, murmuring this near your ear when he leaned in down to your face, placing a hand on the back of the chair, his stubble slightly brushing on your cheek.

"I apologize, Kenway" you breathed out with just a low voice, reaching out with a hand towards his cheek, caressing it, then sliding it down to his jaw and chin, touching his strong neck before playing with his necklace, smelling humidity and salt on his tanned skin.

"There should be a Captain in there somewhere" Edward whispered back in a suggestive tone, his nose nudging your sweet spot near your ear, making you shiver; drawing him closer and closer to you with both you mannerisms and voice, for then placing both of your hands on his chest, pushing him away from you, laughing in seeing his astonished expression.

Continuing to laugh you nodded to him to go get something to drink at the counter, and he obeyed as he gave you a wink; returning to your table with two glasses of rum, he sat down opposite you, saying nothing as you both watched the people dance in front of you.

"So how did the meeting go?" you asked loudly enough so that you could be heard, as the violins and voices only increased as you drank some of your rum.

"Everything's already sorted out, we just need to discuss where to build the brothel" he explained as he vaguely gestured over the houses; as he kept talking about his business in the small village, he somehow and sometime got distracted by glancing his sailors with their companions, who kept on quickly dancing around the tables, sometimes even stumbling over your own.

"This place changed a lot. I really like the tavern and the people, and how lively the atmosphere is" you expressed your thoughts loudly, gazing all over you and bittersweetly grimacing at remembering how lame and miserable the village was when you and Edward firstly arrived here; smiling fondly in seeing how much Great Inagua changed thanks to Edward's efforts...and money. You knew– and understood the need of Edward to find a new place to call home: to feel like home. And you always have supported him however you could.

You wondered why he was not giving you an answer, and when you turned in his direction, you saw him shift his gaze from the dancing couples to you, and vice versa. Your eyes met, and somehow you immediately understood what he had in mind when he chugged down all the rum, for then slamming the empty glass on the table, some droplets flying around.

"Dance with me" he said from all of sudden with a decisive voice and firm expression, not giving you the time to realize what was about to happen: the Captain was already standing before you, towering over you. In the heat of the moment you didn't had time to properly think about his sudden proposal: but his outstretched arm, him offering you his opened hand and his encouraging and trustworthy smile made you immediately accept, throwing away any doubts or insecurities. After all, you decided to go to the tavern because you were bored and you wanted to have some fun. So why denying? Why denying a dance to your lover, who was so willingly and happily giving you his hand?

And so, widely smiling, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it, letting him pull you up from the chair, grabbing your waist as you placed one hand on his broad shoulder, for then finally starting to dance.

It had been a while since you had danced with someone, in that carefree way, not particularly following the rhythm of the cheerful music, not feeling embarrassed when by accident and emotion both you and Edward stepped on each other's feet, laughing amused at your awkwardness. Stumbling and colliding with other couples, not stopping for a moment except to drink and kiss each other appassionately and hastily, tongue crashing, tasting the alcohol on each other's lips, keeping on dancing, breathless, body against body, feeling each other's fanning breaths on your sweaty necks.

Spinning around the tables and other people, dancing wildly and messily for all the night, the ashen light of the moon and the hundreds of stars which enchanted you when Edward knocked you backwards, only to pick you up again soon after; your neck exposed to him who, inches away from your chest and leaned down on you, left a searing kiss on it, feeling him smile against your skin.

Seeing your wheezes, your hearts beating wildly in your chests and your heads that were spinning both from the twirls and the alcohol, you both decided that it was enough for that night. All the sailors and the women were passed out, some on the damp wooden floors, some on the chairs and some even on the tables... and some vomiting as they looked out over the water.

You and your lover found shelter in a corner away from everyone, still near the tavern, not too far away not to hear a last tune that one of the few awaken sailors was singing alone. Edward was sitting on his chair, and you on his lap, head laying on his chest, smelling his natural perfume, delicately lulled both by his now calm heartbeat and by the crackling produced by the small waves who hit on the Jackdaw.

Just when you were about to fall asleep, eyes closed and snuggled so close to him, your hands clasped around the back of his neck, you heard him humming something under his breath:

"Here's a health to the dear lass that I love so well, for her style and her beauty, sure none can excel..." smiling fondly when you recognized that he was softly singing along the lyrics of the song of the sailor.

"...there's a smile on her countenance as she sits on my knee" your smile only grew wider, your heart skipping a beat and shivering as he started to murmur the melody closer to your ear, his hands securely holding you.

"There's no men in this wide world as happy as me" he stopped to sing, falling silent and you bet that you could still hear his soothing voice lingering on the air and on the breeze.

"I didn't know you could sing so well" you joked in a sleepy voice, giggling amused when you felt his body shake for his chuckle.

"I used to sing a lot to myself while doing commissions around Bristol for my parents, when I was a boy, sweetheart" Edward answered as he played with a lace of your clothes, hearing a nostalgic veil covering his words, you humming as you tried to imagine his youth.

Silence returned to take hold of you both as you relaxed in each other's embrace,you giving one last glance at the tavern, at the people, at the village and at least, at the manor on top of the cliff

"Do you think this can feel like your new home?" you softly asked, almost scared of the answer he might would have given you when he didn't immediately answered you; pondering his words before your felt him placing his cheek on top of your head.

"Yes, it can" he whispered, feeling him squeeze your waists "with the right people"

#edward kenway x reader #edward kenway x y/n #edward kenway x you #edward kenway one shot #edward kenway fanfic #assassin's creed fanfiction #assassin's creed one shot #assassin's creed x reader #valentine's special #valentine's week #my writing #bonus point for everyone who got the Jack Sparrow reference! HAHAHAH

[yasashii-leaf]

Jacob = sticky puppy boy

Shay = sticky cat boy

Altaïr = Denies being sticky (is sticky)

Malik = Sassy sticky

Ezio = EXTREME sticky

Arno = Sticky and doesn't care what people say

Edward = Sticky, but somehow even more sticky when drunk

Haytham = Sticky, admits it in the most sassy way possible

Connor = Shy sticky

J'approuve !!!

#my art #y/n #reader #arno dorian #connor kenway #edward kenway #assassin's creed #arno dorian x reader #connor kenway x reader #edward kenway x reader #ratonhnhaké:ton #ratonhnaké:ton x reader

[matt-does-stuff]

What mutations I think the (playable) assassins and templars would have

I got X-Men brainrot but remembered AC exists, so here’s my list on which Assassins/Templars as mutants and what their abilities would be Desmond Miles - Guy sees dead people for a living - I think he’d have some ParaNorman shit going on - Explains the incredibly vivid bleeding effect pretty well imo - He most likely needs to seek help for it but you know what it’s like being a fugitive from Templars

Altar Ibn-La’Ahad: - His mutation prevents him from touching water - I imagine him having some enhanced strength, maybe even a light healing factor (I’m sorry homie survived bleeding out) - Definitely has a higher pain tolerance than most (we already knew that)

Ezio Auditore: - Definitely an empath of some kind - Like to the point where he himself gets upset (more than he does canonically) if someone’s in distress, and can immediately tell something’s wrong with no indication - Heightened agility and endurance - I will not be elaborating, you saw how many years he lasted as an Assassin

Edward Kenway: - This man’s mutation would be some shit like attraction to metals or something, given his luxurious life after retiring from piracy, and his want for wealth - That man sniffed out enough money to live in a mansion in London - Also I think he’d have a stronger resistance to alcohol, so he has to drink more to get drunk, but also won’t get alcohol poisoning so easily

Haytham Kenway: - This man has some telepathy, at least to sway people’s opinions - He can’t control it all too well, it just happens - Hence he easily gains the trust or affections of a lot of people - There are some people who would be more resilient to his persuasion, he can’t really do anything about it

Connor: - My guy literally feels the wellbeing of the p l a n e t - Like he will tell you how the plants are feeling or some bs like that - Idk but I feel he’d be able to predict natural disasters

Shay Cormac - I feel like this is a copout but this guy’s luck is 10 (fallout perk measurement) - Either that or he can literally manipulate reality in his favour - Like how tf do you think he caught Charles Dorian exactly when he was alone and looking for his son - And no one even batted an eye until he collapsed AFTER Shay had already left

Arno Dorian - Arno would be able to detect people’s life signs from a certain radius - I’m literally putting sense to the eagle vision through walls thing by saying he can feel them - Like he could tell if someone was sick, dying, actually alive (if perceived dead), etcetera - I feel like he gets incredibly sad when an innocent person dies

Jacob Frye - Invulnerability, or at least a heightened resistance to injury - You could throw this man from a 10-story building - Trust me he’ll live - He’s very emotional though - You see all that physical resilience? - It’s to make up for his lack of emotional resilience - You’ve seen him get upset - I’m right and you know it

Evie Frye - Channelling Ozymandias - If you’ve seen/read Watchmen you know what I mean - This woman would have a VERY heightened intellect - That doesn’t make her immune to stupidity - She’s just smarter than e v e r y o n e - I don’t make the rules

I haven’t played any of the others, so you’re not getting them Get noobed (jk I’ll update this once I get around to playing them)

#assassins creed #assassins creed headcanons #xmen #what am I doing with my life #does anyone give a shit abt ac or xmen anymore?

[marshmallow--3]

Imagine - wanting to surprise Edward Kenway in his private quarters aboard the Jackdaw.

After a thorough bath with fragrant oils to make your body as soft and sweet-smelling as possible, you dry yourself, style your hair and apply the blush and red lips you know drives the Captain wild. After slipping into some seductive lingerie, you wrap a silk robe around your body, preparing a sleeping mask as a blindfold, just covering your forehead so you can see your actions for now. You crawl onto the bed, fluff some pillows and lay on your stomach, arching your ass into the air. You cuff one hand into the metal frame of the headboard, leaving your remaining hand free to slip the blindfold fully and securely over your eyes.

Now all that's left to do is wait.

It's not too long before you hear Kenway's Welsh lull outside the door of his cabin, laughing heartily about something before cracking the door open. You're not sure what the expression on his face is, but you can definitely hear his breath hitch at the way you're sprawled on his bed, your robe that short that in your bent position, he has the perfect view of your underwear cupping your sex. You tug on the handcuff to let the chains jingle, ensuring he knows exactly what predicament you're in.

You hear him mutter, "Out," to someone next to him, which has you blushing to no end. You hadn't planned for someone else to see you like this, and with your blindfold, you may never know who saw you in this state.

You feel the bed dip behind you, rough hands grabbing your ass and palming the cheeks before smacking them both at the same time, a body pressed forward against yours as a scratchy beard and wet lips press against your shoulder blade.

"Well, well, what's happened here, lass? Don't tell me, you tripped and fell?"

You hum in response, matching his teasing with an 'innocent' press of your ass against his lap.

"You know how clumsy I can be, Captain."

@sassenach-on-the-rocks @katbernoulli @winterwriter8845 @thank-god-its-fryeday @iceboundstar @balladofthesadcat

#assassin's creed #edward kenway x y/n #edward kenway x reader #edward kenway imagine #edward kenway #smut #lemon #smutty imagine

[harveyb-wabbit92]

[A slideshow of a couple Davenport citizens are shown leaving a cabaret club. Their eyes are covered to protect their identity.]

[slide of Arno]

Elise: Arno!

[slide of Edward]

Haytham: Father!

[slide of Ezio]

Mario: Nipote!

Maria: Ezio!

Ezio: Mother...

[slide of Evie]

Jacob: [flabbergasted] Evie?

[slide of Jacob]

Y/n: [off-screen] Jacob!

[slide of Gist which nobody reacts to...then Haytham elbows Shay.]

Shay: Huh? Oh, uh... [awkward mock outrage] Christopher!

[another slide of Edward]

Connor: Grandfather!

Edward: Hey, come on! You did me twice!

[slide of Leonardo]

Claudia: [very confused]... Leonardo?

Leonardo: They commissioned me for some paintings.

#Source: the simpsons #incorrect assassin's creed quotes #connor kenway #claudia auditore #leonardo da vinci #edward kenway #Jacob Frye #shay cormac #christopher gist #haytham kenway #Maria auditore #Mario auditore #ezio auditore #elise de la serre #arno dorian #jacob frye x y/n #Evie Frye #Assassin's creed Modern AU

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Trust Me -- Part 2

02/06/2021: Wow, uh, wow. This one got me. Almost started crying at the cheesy ending. I will cringe at it in precisely two months from now. Thank you guys SO much for all the positive feedback of PART 1, it really helped me finish this part. Without you guys, this would have been still sitting in my drafts. There's lowkey a bit of pressure in this actually being GOOD, so I'm sitting here with a bit of Imposter SyndromeTM and crossing everything I can cross that you guys like it. I can't tell whether I went overboard or not, though... I guess that's for you guys to tell me lmao.

Also, these commas can be pried from my very cold, extremely dead, fingers.

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! For the first time in almost ever, I'm a bit very nervous to post this -- I hope you enjoy it!!

Tagging: @marshmallow--3 // @yourlocalfrenchie // @rahdaleigh // @sofiewithat /// @iceboundstar // @mythandmagik // @itseivwhore // @pink-polarfox // @missbenzayb // @ct-5445 // @timbreavery // @dacian-assassin // @thepalaceofmelanie // @asilverraven // @huntheimpossible // @eclectic--assassin // @thehistorynut19 // @ta-ka-shi-ma // @roki3chocoa // @fandomsfanman // @le-nottibianche // @bandit-brunsmeier // @starmoji1 // @spocktheestallion // @salty-thembo // @missingfrye // @xdeimos // If you want to be tagged, let me know!!

Warnings: Lots of swearing, a bit of graphic violence, implicit mention of sexual assault (I hope it's not a spoiler to say that this does not actually happen, but the idea is used as manipulation. It's not done well, but I'm blaming that on the character being a horrible liar, instead of me sucking at write arseholes), implied character death.

Pairing: Edward Kenway x F!Reader

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The neighbouring ship was chaotic. The opponents were drunk on victory, so slipping through unnoticed was easy. The hard part was going to be staying undercover until you could free Edward and the rest of the crew without anyone falling casualty. “Strip them of their weapons and take them to the brig!” You heard the Quartermaster yell. Thinking quickly, you moved to Edward; if you knew where his weapons were, escaping could be much easier. People were already pulling out his pistols and cutlasses, fortunately dumping them in your arms. Looking around, you pulled away to hide them in an inconspicuous barrel for later.

You weren’t planning on staying long.

Quickly rejoining the group, you took hold of one of your crew members -- you recognised him as one named Jonah -- at the back of the crowd, keeping your face covered lest they accidentally reveal your identity. You kept your eye on Edward’s tense shoulders the entire time, heading below deck and to the rows of cells at the end of the ship.

As you gently pushed Jonah into the cell, someone slammed the door shut, chucking the ring of keys your way. “Lock ‘em up.” Swallowing, you nodded, feeling uncomfortable under their gaze while turning the key in the lock. Taking them out of your hands, a mop and bucket was shoved in its place. “You’re on cleaning duty, starting upstairs; let’s go.” With one last glance, your eyes scoured for Edward before they all disappeared from view.

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Edward

There was this crushing anxiety he just couldn’t shake. It rendered him almost motionless, crouched in the corner of the cell, picking at his sleeves. There was a commotion heading towards them; he was in for company he was not in the mood for.

Heavy footsteps gave away the visitor. “We searched your boat.” His crew parted to clear a view as Charles Marlowe relaxed against the cell bars. “We found your woman.”

Edward’s eyes snapped to Marlowe’s as he clenched his jaw, almost daring him to say more.

With a chuckle and a disgusting grin, he brought out a small knife to clean. “Don’t you want to know where she is?”

“I expect you’d would tell me regardless.”

“I would advise against winding me up, Kenway. I could always take my anger out on her instead.”

It took a second for Edward’s arms to fly through the bars, constricting around Marlowe’s throat. “What have you done with her?”

Although cold metal pressed against his jaw, he didn’t ease up.

“She’s waiting for me very nicely... in my cabin.”

Edward didn’t have to think very hard to infer his meaning.

“I’ll kill you if you touch her. I’ll kill you.” Growling, he held impossibly tighter, for if he was here, he wasn’t there.

“With your actions come consequences, Kenway. And you might not be the one paying for them.”

A dilemma came to mind: delay him to keep him away from you, or risk the consequences of his revenge?

Somewhat luckily, he didn’t need to choose.

Before Edward could comprehend that he loosened his grip, Marlowe slipped out of his grasp. The distraught Captain pressed himself against the bars, anger drenching his expression as he heaved out breaths. His captor laughed. “You’re very good at empty threats, Kenway.”

“It’s not a threat. It’s a promise.” His cold tone streaked through the crew, setting hairs on end. They had never heard their Captain like this before; so angry, so dangerous.

It terrified them.

“That remains to be seen. In the meantime…” With a mocking whistling tune, Marlowe spun on his heels and began to walk away.

“Come back here, bilge rat!” He pulled harshly against the cell door. “Don’t you dare touch her!”

“Then you better stay in line.”

As he disappeared from view, Edward’s emotions overwhelmed him, frustrated tears coming to his eyes. He turned to a solid wall, slamming the side of his fist against it and yelled.

Fear, anger, guilt, and grief echoed around the brig.

Collapsing against the wood, he hid his face in his hands, aiming to either calm himself or hide his inevitable breakdown.

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Y/N

“Finish up downstairs.” Nodding affirmatively, you picked up the mop bucket and eagerly headed beneath deck, having to consciously slow down to avoid suspicion. You were glad you were disguised in the uniform of Marlowe’s crew instead of the rags of the common sailors aboard; it would’ve made the job much harder than it had to be.

Keeping a level head, you walked past the cell holding your family and placed the mop bucket against the wall, scanning the deck.

Empty.

Sighing in relief, you realised that you were alone with your crew at last. As you pulled the covering off of your face, you shushed frantically, the cell almost erupting into cheers. You gestured for them to part, eyeing Edward, almost balled up in the corner of the cell. “Hey, Ed,” you whispered, watching as his head snapped up to you, eyes widening.

Scrambling up, he strode to the bars in a second, reaching through the gaps to hold you. “Thank Christ…” he exhaled in relief, bringing your forehead to his lips between the bars. You pulled away after a few moments, sharing relieved glances. “Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?” he asked, eyes scanning you for any sign of injuries.

“No, no, I’m okay. Are you alright? Did we lose anyone?”

“I’m... fine; I haven’t done a head count yet.”

You didn’t reply, watching as Jonah came up to tap Edward on the shoulder. “Capt’n?”

He turned around, withdrawing his hands as Ryan came into view. “I can’t find my da’.” His voice was barely stable, cheeks stained with tear tracks. For a second, you both exchanged sorrowful glances.

Edward crouched down, ruffling his hair. “He’ll be around, lad. We just have to find him. Maybe he’s escaped and is planning his own rescue mission for us.”

Ryan nodded, wanting to believe him. Meanwhile, Edward stood and brought Jonah close, leaning to whisper in his ear. He withdrew, a willing but uncertain look on his face. Both retreated back into the small crowd.

“What did you tell him?” you asked.

“...That he has to look after Ryan now.”

You squeezed your eyes shut to stave off tears. “Shit.”

His fingers gently grazed your cheek. “Are you sure you’re alright? Does Marlowe know you’re here?”

Frowning, you shook your head. “I wouldn’t have thought so; if he did, I’d be stuck in there with you.”

His expression was nearly unreadable, but you could sense his anxiety. “I saw him come from here a few moments ago. What was he saying?”

“He…” Pausing for a moment, Edward swallowed. “Just Templar bullshit.”

You scoffed at the notion. “Of course he did. Look, I know how to get out of this.”

“I’ll take anything at this point.” Although his tone was sarcastic, you could tell that for the first time, he didn’t know what to do.

“He needs to die.”

Edward froze, brows narrowing, realising your intention. “No, Y/N, no.”

“‘No’ was an option in Nassau, but we don’t have that choice--”

“No, there must be another way -- “

“There is no other way! This is our only chance--”

“Are you hearing me?! He--”

“Do you understand the situation we’re in?!”

“No, Y/N, please--”

“All it takes is--”

“Just LISTEN to me!” He hissed through gritted teeth, grasping your arm to give it a sharp shake to stop you talking over him. The shock threw you into silence. Lowering his voice, he continued. “If you make so much as one mistake, he won’t just kill you; he’ll make you wish you were dead. Please, please, don’t do this.”

You were stunned. You’ve never seen him so adamant about staying your blade. The desperation in his tone threw you off; you’ve never heard him this serious -- this frantic -- before.

Edward grabbed one of your hands in both of his, bringing your knuckles to rest against his lips. “I love you… with everything I have; I can’t lose you. Not if I can help it,” he murmured, closing his eyes. Your heart broke as you watched a tear escape, trailing down his skin.

“Okay, okay.” You rarely saw Edward cry, and when you did, it was usually due to either drinking or laughing. He took a small, shuddering breath, trying to compose himself.

“We wait for Adé. Then we’ll think about Marlowe.”

“Alright, okay. Hey...” you caressed his jaw. “I’m okay. We’ll be okay. Trust me.”

You heard ruckus above the deck. “Someone’s coming.” Both of you broke away like shrapnel, Edward sitting himself on the floor while you mopped, facing the wall.

And that was how things were.

----------

A couple of weeks had passed since the crew was abducted from the Jackdaw. Everyone had been forced to labour on the deck, doing various jobs, from scrubbing floors to adjusting sails to everything in between. Adé was nowhere to be seen; whether he was hidden on deck and still strategising, or God forbid, something worse, you didn’t know.

A few didn’t make it.

Keeping your identity hidden was becoming increasingly difficult as time went on, of both being a woman and lover of the imprisoned Captain. You had, however, been able to gather intel of Marlowe from the crew that despised him. Each day further validated your belief that this man would be much better off dead; the crew have no loyalty except out of fear, and you could work with that.

You understood Edward’s fear, but it would be selfish of you to stand back and not do anything, watching as almost everyone on the ship suffered; if you did nothing, you would regret it for the rest of your days.

One particular morning was extremely hot, extremely dry, and extremely labour intensive. You were almost halfway through your journey, and you knew you were running out of time. Something had to happen, and soon, or you would never make it to the end of the year.

----------

Edward

After the first week, the crew joined the common sailors around the ship, performing average labour over hours. There was barely time to rest, eat, or drink; he could tell that this was wearing him down more than any form of torture.

The sun’s rays beat down on the nape of his neck as midday approached. Orders were to scrub the floor. He had a brush in his hand the size of a polishing brush, sharing a bucket with four other members of his crew. Each time he made eye contact with one of them, he’d give them a reassuring look; they’d all get out of this, he just needed a plan.

Doors were haphazardly flung open, Marlowe revealing himself from his cabin, followed by an entourage of his closest crew. They clumsily made their way across the ship, bumping into those scrubbing the deck, only to send them a look as if it was their fault in the first place.

One of them knocked over a bucket of water, spilling the liquid across the wood. Edward looked up to observe the situation. It belonged to his crew, including Jonah and Ryan. Marlowe stopped, his stare set on the ones kneeling, completely ignoring the real culprit. “You.” He crooked his finger towards Ryan. “Get up.”

With a petrified look on his face, Ryan stumbled to his feet, shaking like a leaf. “It wasn’t--”

Marlowe put his hand up, a warning to shut up. “It was your bucket, was it not?”

“Y-Yes, but--”

“So it was your responsibility, correct?”

“W-Well--”

“It’s a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question, boy.”

“... Yes, sir.”

Marlowe turned to call to his second in command. “Get the cat.”

Edward’s heart stopped. By now, the ship had dropped to complete silence. They wouldn’t… he was only a boy. Marlowe was sadistic, but he wouldn’t be that evil, would he?

Before he could stop himself, Edward found himself standing protectively in front of Ryan. The child gripped onto his sleeve as he was pushed behind his Captain by the arm. “Why don’t you give a punishment to someone who deserves it?”

Marlowe held a neutral expression. “You’re right…” With a wave of his hand, arms snaked themselves around Edward’s, pulling him away from the others, restraining his movements.

Edward’s eyes flitted to Ryan for a split second; he was pulled to sit beside Jonah before he gained any more unwanted attention. Marlowe came to stand in front of him, unpinning his cape from around his shoulders. It fell into someone’s arms, who carried it away. Although his limbs were pulled harshly behind him, he held his head high, a hard expression in his eyes.

Undoing his cuffs, Marlowe smirked. “I believe you deserve twenty, in place of that boy…” Without warning, a fist came into contact with Edward’s sternum. If it weren’t for the arms holding him upright, the force would have sent his knees buckling. As he regained his breath, he glared at Marlowe. “Another twenty is in order for disobedience…” Another strike winded him again, this one seemingly worse than before. Keeled over, hair blocking his vision, he almost didn’t notice Marlowe leaning into his ear. “Then, about as many as I deem fit…”

Standing up straight, he shook out his hand. “Get him ready.”

Edward stumbled as he was half-dragged across the deck to the main mast. His chest and face collided with the post, the wood almost burning his skin. His arms were pulled taut above his head, rope quickly entwining itself around his wrists. He gave them an experimental tug, his heart skipping a beat when he found not even an inch of give.

Oh, fuck.

Hands gripped the back of his shirt, swiftly tearing it open. His muscles tensed as the sunlight hit his skin. Closing his eyes, he steeled himself with a breath.

The first strike licked his skin, the force shoving him against the post, ripping open stripes of flesh. Pain shot across his back. Biting a back a groan, Edward clenched his jaw. Sweat trailed down his temples, arms straining against the ropes.

Resting his forehead against the post, he prepared for the next lash.

But the strike never came.

----------

Y/N

Ooh, boy.

You were shocked at yourself for a moment, your hand firmly wrapped around Marlowe’s extended wrist, the cat of nine tails trickling Edward’s blood onto the back of your hand.

“I demand satisfaction.”

Gasps and muttering littered the crowd, and you kept to yourself the true realisation of what you’ve done.

You’ve challenged Marlowe to a duel.

“Don’t…” Edward looked over his shoulder, voice loud enough for only you to hear.

You spared him a side glance, urging him to quiet down.

Instead of the expected anger, Marlowe chuckled. “Alright; who demands it?”

You pulled off your face covering and hat, the sun hitting the skin on your face fully for the first time in two weeks. “Naturally, me.”

He hummed darkly, eyes narrowing with recognition. “Naturally.” He began to unsheathe his sword.

“I thought you were a man of tradition; are pistols not your forte?” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

After a prolonged glance, metal clicked back into its leather hold. “You really don’t know what you’re getting into, my dear.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“... Let’s get this over with.”

Your heart pounded. This was such a stupid move.

But it was also your only move.

Hiding your own fear, you held eye contact with Marlowe. With trembling fingers, you drew your own pistol, gifted to you by Edward from your last birthday. It was very much your lucky charm, and you hoped it wouldn’t fail you now.

“Ten paces, on my count.” You had no idea who the voice belonged to, nor did you have the current emotional capacity to care. Pulling the hammer down on your pistol, you turned your back to Marlowe. A blank was fired, the echoing shot a signal to start moving.

1…

2…

3...

It was almost deadly quiet.

4…

5…

6…

This was stupid, this was a bad idea. You won’t make it.

7…

8--

An unexpected shot rang out. You dropped to the floor, a pain beginning to blossom in your side.

“NO!”

Marlowe had cheated. Internally, you scoffed. Of course he did.

Although it stung, you were surprised at how bearable the pain was, given you just got shot.

Or did you?

You lay still, partly in shock and partly to plan what to do next.

“What are you all looking at? Get back to work!”

“Y/N? Y/N/N!” You heard Edward’s voice crack. “You cheating bastard!”

“Now, now, Kenway. Don’t forget the position you’re in.”

Floorboards creaked as someone approached. Pistol miraculously still in hand, you waited for as long as possible. Just a little longer....

A shadow shaded your face from the sun. Without thinking, you turned, aimed, and shot.

Marlowe stared back, glassy eyed, blood trickling down his nose.

A moment later, he collapsed.

No one dared to move, choosing to stare at the body in front of them, not quite believing that he was dead.

The monster of a man was dead.

After the adrenaline ebbed away, you sighed heavily. “Glad that’s over.” A hand came into view, offering assistance to stand up. You locked eyes with someone who should have made himself known a long time ago. “Adé!” Accepting the help, you smirked. “Great timing.”

You quickly moved to Edward to begin untying the knots around his wrists. “What the fuck were you thinking?!” he exclaimed, exertion clear in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for worrying you--”

“Worrying me?” One wrist freed, he deftly moved to the other. “When I saw you lying there, I felt as if I had died!”

You sighed. “I needed to do something, lest you became more bone than back.”

“That was the most stupid plan I’ve ever seen in my life.” His hands free, he paid no heed to his own wounds and immediately tried to inspect yours. “You were so irresponsible--”

Bringing his face to yours, you stopped him talking with a kiss.

He diffused immediately, finally processing that you were in front of him, alive, and Marlowe was the one dead on the floor. Melting into you, the tension in his muscles dissipated, replaced only with relief. He broke apart from you, burying his face in your neck, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

“If the plan worked, it couldn’t have been that stupid,” you remarked.

“I’m so sorry.” His words were mumbled into your shoulder.

“You were looking out for me; I would have done the same if the roles were reversed.” You hugged him back, recoiling when he suddenly flinched in pain. “Oh, God, I’m sorry.”

“Shall we just accept each other’s apologies and call it a day?”

You laughed. “That would be good.”

Turning to the hands on deck, you raised your pistol in the air. “It’s over, lads! We can go home!”

You held your side, the pain greatly subsided under the amount of other emotions you were feeling; joy, relief, but also grief. Not for Marlowe, but for the ones that didn’t see this day.

You made a vow there and then; a vow to live your life the way they would have lived.

With joyful, carefree fun.

With the ability to live in the moment.

With gratitude for what you still have that they lost: For some, love, and for others, life.

#assassin's creed #assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed x f!reader #edward kenway x reader #edward kenway x f!reader #assassin's creed imagine #assassin's creed oneshot #edward kenway imagine #edward kenway oneshot

[ragingbookdragon]

A Christmas Recollection

A Shay Cormac x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1K Warnings: None

Author’s Note: And here we are with Day 6! Another one! This one has a bit of a supernatural theme. Enjoy! -Thorne

            She couldn’t help the small smile that came across her features as she watched Haytham grin and laugh unabashedly with Gist and the other Templars. It made her heart warm that he could still find joy in his life, even if it was simply laughter; he seemed to lighten a bit during the holidays, such a stark difference from his usual stoicism.

            His life had been so harsh. A path paved with lies, his mistrust forged from treachery, a heart and soul scarred relentlessly by life. She wanted it to be different from Edward’s fate, but something told her that in the end, it wouldn’t be. Perhaps she’d been alive so long to be able to foresee such things. Though the smile still stayed on her lips, her eyes held an unfathomable sadness for the man—so many decades had passed and yet he still seemed the small, ten-year-old boy, crying outside Queen Anne’s Square.

           “I hope you’re not makin’ eyes at out Grandmaster, (Y/N).” a voice rumbled in her ear. “Might break my heart.”

           She snorted, glancing down at Shay. “Oh please, Cormac. You have to have a heart for that to work.” She shot back, twirling her fingers in his hair tie.

           Shay pressed a hand to his chest with mock hurt. “Tryin’ to hurt my feelings love?” His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer on his lap. “Doin’ a good job.”

           (Y/N) chuckled and leaned back against him, pressing her temple to his. “Like you’re not a glutton for my punishments.”

           He snorted into his beer, setting it down to wipe his face with his sleeve. “Love, we’re in public.”

           “Like that’s ever stopped you before, Shay.” She countered, then let out a sigh, shutting her eyes for a moment.

           “Tired?” he asked, fingers kneading into the flesh at her hip.

           “A bit.” (Y/N) opened her eyes and looked back at Haytham, murmuring, “I’m glad he’s feeling good tonight. I’ve been worried about him.”

           “This isn’t exactly the type of thing a man wants to hear his lover talking about.” Shay griped, then muttered, “Especially about another man.” His voice lowered with each word. “Who’s better…in every way…with that stupid voice and face…and skill…and title…”

           “Jealous much, darling?” Shay grumbled quietly to himself and she laughed. He could feel it through his chest, the way her shoulders shook with such hilarity. “Shay, Haytham is special to me, but not in the way you’re…so adamantly concerning yourself about.”

           “And what way is that?” he coaxed, coffee eyes fixed intently on her.

           (Y/N) was quiet for a moment, then she looked back at Haytham, “He looks so much like Edward did when he was a younger man, except with dark hair and gunmetal eyes. Damned if they don’t act alike, especially with that hotheaded, Kenway Temper.”

           Shay cocked a dark brow. “You knew Master Kenway when you and Master Haytham were children? I wasn’t aware you grew up with him.”

           Her eyes drifted to his. “I never said I was a child when Haytham was.” The Irishman’s eyes went wide but she paid no mind. “Now Edward, on the hand had dirty blond hair and his eyes were the prettiest aquamarine. Like the water at the beaches in Florida and the Caribbean.”

          (Y/N) drew her hand down her cheek. “His cheeks were a bit more gaunter than Haytham’s are. Always were, even into his later life. Ah, but that strong nose, jaw, and mouth. That’s all the same. He’s a spitting image of the old man.”

           She let out a heavier sigh. “I miss Edward from time to time. He was a good man. A good father. Made mistakes but did better.” (Y/N) frowned. “He did all he could that night to save them and I wasn’t there to save him.” If her lips could’ve deepened more, they would’ve. “It is a regret I live with every day of this long life.”

           Shay couldn’t seem to speak. Stunned at how knowledgeable she seemed on Haytham’s family. “How—” he started, falling silent when her eyes met his.

           “How?” she repeated, the answer to his question waiting in her eyes before he’d even asked.

           “How do you remember Edward as a young man? How do you even remember him as a father? That was…decades ago? At least two and a half since he was murdered. You…you would’ve been a child then.” He shook his head. “You had to.”

           (Y/N) scoffed but it was heatless. “Shay, are you assuming I’m older than I’ve led you to believe.”

           He stared at her. “Yes.” He deadpanned.

           She hummed. “You’d assume correct.” Her eyes drifted back to Haytham. “Altaïr and Ezio’s children were rather difficult to raise. As were the Master Assassins themselves.” Her eyes shown with humor. “Altaïr had his arrogance and Ezio had his charm. In the end, it was my honor to recognize them as the greatest mentors history has ever seen.”

           Shay felt his tongue grow dry and heavy in his mouth, suddenly seeing the woman in his lap as a lot more mysterious and powerful than he’d originally assumed.

           “You’re…immortal?” he whispered.

           Her eyes narrowed. “Well, I haven’t died yet, so it would seem.” (Y/N) took a deep breath. “I’ve learned that my role in this life is to see this lineage continue.” She nodded at Haytham. “When his children enter the painting, I will protect them as I have them all.”

           “I…I don’t even know…what to say.” Shay admitted, thousands of thoughts running through his mind.

           (Y/N) cupped his cheek, thumbing under his eyes as she tilted his face up. “You don’t have to say anything.”

           “But we—you—me—”

           She smiled, moving her thumb over his lips to close them. “What we are is merely a passing in time, Shay.”

           His features contorted with despondency and she murmured, “But let us enjoy that passing and all it will give to us before we must part.”

           Shay inhaled deeply then nodded, gazing at her. “Aye…let’s.”

#shay cormac x reader #shay cormac x reader imagine #shay cormac x reader imagines #shay cormac imagine #shay cormac imagines #shay cormac #ac rogue #ac rogue imagine #ac rogue imagines #assassins creed rogue #assassins creed rogue imagine #assassins creed rogue imagines #haytham kenway #edward kenway

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Tag list?

So I wanted to know... there were some people who wanted me to tag them with specific fanfics. Do people want me to tag them for certain characters in general? If so I’ll gladly create a tag list :)

If anyone is interested, I will write stories for these characters; in other words, I’ve planned/ I plan to write for these:

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Ahsoka Tano

Ben Solo

Darth Maul

Darth Vader

Captain Rex

Kylo Ren

Leia Organa

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

The Mandalorian:

Din Djarin

The Child

The Witcher:

Geralt of Rivia

Assassin’s Creed:

Jacob Frye

Evie Frye

Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor)

Edward Kenway

Alexios

Detroit: Become Human:

Connor

Gavin Reed

Final Fantasy 15:

Gladiolus Amicitia

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Prompto Argentum

Red Dead Redemption 2:

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Yakuza:

Kazuma Kiryu

Goro Majima

Bold: Characters for whom I already have a story in my drafts

What I’m writing right now and for what people already asked to be tagged in (I’m mentioning you guys just to make sure I’m correct):

The Dragonborn | M!Reader x Geralt of Rivia [The Witcher & Skyrim Crossover] (Oneshot)

Geralt and Jaskier meet a stranger in the woods while on the hunt for a special monster. They decide to team up but neither does Geralt realize that his prey is close to him nor does the stranger notice he's the one being hunted...

@yes-captainstark @stuckupstucky

A Strange Jedi | [Fem!Reader] (Series)  | Part III of A Real Jedi

Y/N meets Adam Driver, an actor. The man knows things about the Jedi and the padawan will find out what he’s hiding. Only problem: He’s not really keen on trying to help her. So she takes matters in her own hands. Meanwhile, Y/N’s Master and Obi-Wan and Anakin are worried about her disappearance...

@infinte-exist-ence

The Master of Feelings | [Fem!Reader] (Oneshot)

Padawan Anakin is battling his feelings for Padmé Amidala. That's when he hears some rumors about a Jedi Master who can help with anything that involves feelings. He decides to pay Master L/N a visit to the dismay of Obi-Wan and the Jedi Council.

@cowboyenorgy

Enemies | [Fem!Reader x Darth Maul] | Star Wars

Y/N mourns for something she can never have but Maul won't let her.

If you want to be tagged in any of these or for any characters please send me a message or comment on this post :)

#star wars #the witcher #the mandalorian #assassins creed #detroit become human #final fantasy 15 #red dead redemption 2 #yakuza #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #ben solo #darth maul #darth vader #captain rex #kylo ren #luke skywalker #leia organa #obi wan kenobi #din djarin #the child #geralt of rivia #jacob frye #evie frye #alexios #edward kenway #connor #gavin reed #noctis lucis caelum #gladiolus amicitia #prompto argentum

[kisstheassassins]

Treasure

Hello! Love your blog! Could I have a  scenario request with Edward? Where he saves the reader from drowning in a ship wreckage, and his crew is nervous cause ya know, having a woman aboard was bad luck.? Thank you in advance! 

Pairing: Edward Kenway x Reader

Caution(s): Swearing. 

A/N: VERY LATE

 If you were expecting some action or something, it’s not really my forte. I was gonna have you show yourself how good you are in battle during a ship raid but me being sick rn I had to leave it out. I have not written or typed anything in a while so I’m sorry in advance if there’s mistakes or if it’s not that well written. I haven’t had a writing mojo for a while now. 

It was certainly a huge turn of events for the Jackdaw crew, and one they never expected to happen. 

A ship raid, sure. But to pick up a passenger? Much less save one off the enemy’s ship? It sounded preposterous. The men were nervous about having you on board and just by the way they gawked and whispered you knew you weren’t welcome here. Each pair of eyes you see that are staring back at you make your teeth clench out of nervousness. Or maybe anger. You couldn’t really decide. You just wanted off this damn boat and on dry land, especially after the trauma you just went through. 

But the captain insisted you be on this ship and taken to safety, away and off these waters. 

Just where were you going exactly?

You were stuffed down in the captain’s quarters, left with nothing but your surroundings and a table of food that was left at your mercy, should you desire to take anything. At least the captain was courteous enough to let you stay in a place like this, instead of in some wooden and rotted box that was at the very bottom of the boat. He had even given you a fresh set of clothing to change into and out of your wet dress. You had the chance to peek around, and the room was quite well decorated for a pirate ship. Red carpet, blinds on the small windows, plants that hung from the ceiling in pots and on the tables. There was even a model ship on one of the surfaces that caught your interest quickly. Intriguingly designed and painted, you couldn’t help but admire it for so long that you never noticed the figure walking in through the cabin doors. 

“Impressive, isn’t it?”

A squeak comes from your throat as you turn to look at the man who had brought you in here from before. He gives you an amused chuckle in response. Slowly, he inches closer to the sculpture and reaches to touch it gently, running his finger along one of the white sails.

“I’m not one for pretty paintings or statues but. . . this one caught my eye. I had to have it.”

As he fumbled with his mini ship, you take the time to check him over since you did not have the focus or enough sleep to actually notice what your savior looked like. 

Tall, slender but masculine. You didn’t have to look beneath his robes to know that he had toned muscles along his arms and abdomen. His face was slender too, high cheekbones and tan golden skin; hair that was so blonde it almost looked white even in this dim lit room. His weapons adorned the rest of his outfit; a sword on one hip, a gun on the other. Knives rested in his belt that he had laced across his hips and chest, along with a few other weapons you couldn’t recognize. Your conclusion; definitely a pirate. 

And a rather kind and gentle one at that. It was odd. He was nothing like the ones on the boat you were on before.

You snap out of your daze and stand tall when he turns to face you.

“What were you doing on that boat?” he asks. His accent is strong, but unfamiliar to you. 

“I was to travel to Havana. Our ship ran into pirates and. . . well.” You chuckle as you sit in one of the wooden chairs near the table. It sits in the middle of the cabin.

“. . .you know what happened. I’m grateful you came along when you did, even though you were raiding the same ship that raided mine. You saved my life.”

The man chuckles again, finding his own set next to yours. He places his arm on the wooden table top and slouches in his chair, legs apart and looking very unformal. It made you chuckle quietly.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” he grins, earning one from you in return as he watches your eyes look down at the floor. He’s already quite charming, you think. 

You sigh and look around again, taking in the sight of the cabin once more before looking at him again.

“And I’m very thankful you haven’t tied me up and thrown me in some dark corner either,” you say. “I wasn’t expecting a very warm welcome from your crew, or you for that matter.”

“Not all pirates are heartless killers, love,” he comments. The man then pours himself a glass of rum. Must have been a bottle nearby, because you hadn’t seen him grab it. “Not a big fan of harming women, or anyone who doesn’t deserve it anyways.”

“I don’t? I could be just as bad a pirate as the other guy.”

He shakes his head in response.

“You haven’t tried to kill me yet. So I know you’re alright.”

His words emit a chuckle from your throat as you stare at the ground, and can’t help but enjoy his witty talk.

Between all this banter you realized that your names hadn’t been shared between the two of you. Or maybe it was for the best. But you wanted to remember the name of the handsome pirate who saved you from assured death and perhaps one day repay him for what he had done for you. 

“(Y/n).”

The man’s head snaps up from his bottle, startled by your sudden words. His eyebrows knot in confusion.

“Pardon?”

“My name,” you say, giving him a shy smile. “I’m (y/f/n).”

He chuckles, nodding as he kicks himself for not realizing it the first time. The man takes a stand as he offers his hand to you, and you slowly take it. You weren’t expecting a kiss to your knuckles and for a split second it rendered you breathless as it took you by surprise.

“Edward Kenway. Pleasure is mine.” 

With a kind smile given to you, Edward makes his way back to the main door of the cabin and clicks his tongue. He holds out his hands, gesturing to the surroundings you are currently in.

“I hope you know,” he starts, “you’re not a prisoner here. You’re free to do as you please. I told you I was going to bring you to Havana, and I intend to do so.”

His words were kind, and not that they hadn’t been from the start. You laugh softly and stand with him, crossing your hands behind your back.

“That’s kind, Mr. Kenway. Thank you. But let’s just hope your crew doesn’t throw me over board first before I get there.”

It seems he understood your words all too well, as his gaze met the floor and his white smile showed once again in this dark room. You watch as pieces of his golden hair fall in front of his face.

“Old pirate shite. Women aren’t supposed to be on a ship,” he says, “they supposedly bring bad luck. Well . . .” Edward turns to you and gives you a grin. “. . . I assure you (y/n) I won’t let that happen. They follow my orders, and if I say to leave you alone they will. Although. . .  I can’t guarantee they won’t talk.”

A scoff leaves your lips.

“Please,” you begin, “I’m sure I’ve heard worse. I can handle them.”

Your response makes Edward chuckle again. 

“Confident. I like that,”  he grins. 

Finally opening the door, he waits for you to walk through and into the sunlight. You feel the warmth of the sun’s rays hit your legs, the heat and humidity already making your pant legs stick to your skin. 

“Let’s hope you do then; it’s at least two days to Havana. And there’s plenty of time for gossip.”

Edward leads you out the door and onto the dock. You have to reel it all in for a moment as the sun temporarily blinds you for a few seconds before you adjust to it. And then you’re greeted with not only the sun and the breeze on the water, but the many eyes of the rest of the crew that stopped working to stare. Edward seemed to notice and waved them off, sending them back to work before he takes you up to the wheel. He then introduces you to Adewale, his second in command. Even he assures you that the crew is frivolous with their beliefs of child’s tales. Women being bad luck? This could be in fact, good luck. Who knows. 

~~~

Despite the many stares you received, many hadn’t said word about your presence. At least in front of you.

The second day you had stayed on the Jackdaw was the day you finally had an earful. Edward stand atop at the helm with the wheel in his hand, taking in the breeze and view of the water and islands that the ship passes by. You were just in earshot, but he the captain didn’t know. And neither did the two men talking to him.

“We don’t even know who she is,” one says. “She could be a bloody spy. That whole ship raid could have been a trap. What women travels alone on a ship full of men?”

“Aye,” chimes the other. “Seems odd. She could kill us all in our sleep tonight.”

Edward can’t help but laugh at them, getting scowls in return from his two crew members. He lets one hand go of the steering wheel and sets it on his hip.

“Do you realize how ridiculous you two sound?” he says. “She’s just a passenger. The ship was on it’s way to Havana when it was attacked by another. We simply found her at the right time. And now we’re bringing her to where she was set to go in the first place. That’s it.”

“What, suddenly we’re escorts?” one spits. “How do you know she won’t turn us in as soon as we land?”

At this point Edward was getting annoyed. He had a tight relationship with his crewmates, but this moment he wanted to shove them aside and send them off and back to work. Kenway had no worries about you, no doubts. This was all stupid superstition. 

Sighing heavily, Edward snaps his head in their direction, catching their attention quickly. Hands now off the wheel, he takes a step towards them.

“Listen to me,” he say sharply, “that woman has been nothing but good company to me, and I highly doubt she’s anything like you say. Get the idea out of your head that she will harm us in any way, because I can tell you she will not. If I hear you talking shit about her in her face or you confront her, you won’t hear the end of it from me.”

They both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do or say; they dare not move or else Edward’s piercing gaze could have cut them where they stood. 

“Understood?” Kenway finishes. He watches as they sigh and nod their heads, turning heel and heading down the stairs and onto the first second deck. 

Hearing their footsteps scurry down the stairs, you stand there at the railing and pretend to be looking out at the water. You had heard every word, being so close to the helm, and the volume of their voices didn’t help any of keeping any secrecy between them and the captain. 

You didn’t need to look at them to feel their piercing eyes gawking at you as they walked by. You turn your head just the slightest to see them finally walking down below deck, and it wasn’t long before you let out a long sigh. Just a few more hours, you think to yourself, and I’ll be home.

A hand places itself on your back gently, taking you by surprise. You hadn’t even heard Edward come up beside you until he was right beside you, and greeting you with a smile. 

“Sure you heard that,” he says sheepishly. He places his hands on the railing and leans his weight against it looking down into the water. You nod your head slowly and chuckle.

“Yes. But. . .”

Edward looks at you.

“. . . it was nice to hear your words. Thank you for defending me,” you say, bowing your head a bit as a thank you. He gives you a smile in return, shifting his feet in his place.

“Don’t listen to them, (y/n).”

“I never did in the first place,” you chuckle, earning another from him. “But when I heard you talking to them I just had to listen.”

There’s a short silence after Edward gives you a curt nod.

“So. . . I’m good company then?” you say smugly. He turns to you in response, smiling cheekily.

“Aye. You are. It’s refreshing in a way, talking to you. It’s nice to sit and enjoy talking with someone about things other than gold and where our next destination is.”

He earns a bashful grin from you, watching you as you fumble with the fabric of your shirt. 

“I’ll be honest with you Edward, I wasn’t expecting this much decency from pirates,” you say.

“Were you expecting to be thrown over?”

“ . . . among other things.”

He got where you were heading with your thoughts, gaping his mouth open before nodding in understanding and staring back into the water. 

“You have nothing to fear from us,” he says softly. “We’ll get you home. I promise.” He then puts his hand on yours and squeezes it lightly in assurance before smiling and heading off in the other direction, back to the wheel. Leaving you there with your own smile on your face, you look out back to the water ignoring the ongoing stares and gossip around you. Hearing Edward say these things makes you feel confident in him that you will really get home.

~~

True to his word, the next morning you’re awoken by one of the crewman’s voice hollering over the sails, waking you in an instance. Sun rays shown through the door glass and the small windows that surrounded you, giving to you that it was morning. Edward was gracious to give you his bed while he slept on the velvet couch next to you. You dress yourself and make yourself presentable before going on deck.

Almost immediately a huge smile adorns your face as you see the city; Havana. It was so close and you could see people walking along the docks. You could have swam to it if you could of. 

You were home.

Turning your head in multiple directions, you look for the Jackdaw’s captain, finding him up by the helm with Adewale. Everyone was bustling about on the ship ready the lay anchor and tie the ship off the dock. You find this a perfect time to make your way up to Edward, giving Adewale a good morning before talking to the captain.

“You got me home,” you sigh happily. You give him the biggest smile as he returns one to you. “Thank you so much Edward.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he chuckles. “If you ever need an escort again I’m sure I can help you.” 

“I’m not so certain your crew will enjoy that.”

“Of course not, but they don’t really have a say now do they.” He smirks at you and gives you a playful wink, watching as you laugh it off and stare at the floor board beneath you. Since your time here with him, Edward has caught notice of your bashfulness every time you stare at your feet, and it’s quite amusing. 

And right now, it was charming.

“Am I allowed to visit?” he asks. “I come here quite often, believe it or not.”

You bite your lip to stop the spreading of your already existing smile, hoping it did not get any bigger to show him your excitement.

“Of course. You did save my life after all. An allowed visit is something I can offer to you in payment.”

“I usually ask for gold but, that works too.” 

Grinning, Edward offers his hand to lead you down the ramp and onto the dock. That smell of fish and seaweed fill your nose again, and at this point you’re so used to it you don’t scrunch up your nose as some of the other civilians do every time they come down by the water. 

“Smells like home,” you say jokingly, giving him a smile before letting your hand fall to your side. “Come with me. I’ll show you my place, should you ever stop by when you’re in the city. My door will be welcome to you.”

“That’s kind,” he smiles, beginning to walk after you as you trail off down the street. “Have you always lived here?”

You nod your head as you put your hands behind your back.

“Started working with my mother in her shop when I was 10, and I’ve kept it running ever since. For her in her memory. I’ve never known any other kind of life.”

“Being a pirate doesn’t interest you?” Edward chuckles as he jokes. He smiles upon hearing your own laughter.

“I don’t think I’d fit that position very well,” you say, peering at the path in front of you. “I’d most likely die within the first few hours on your ship.”

A short laugh follows after your response, but it dies down once Edward realizes the two of you have made it to your destination. 

It was a rather cute shop, decorated with flowers and plants at the door as if it were a walkway leading you inside. Large and opened windows served as your light to let you see when you step inside, at least until dark fell, then you would light the candles that sat inside the hanging lamps all over the store and outside. Edward could have sworn this sight before him was out of a fantasy book; it looked surreal to him. Peaceful even. 

“You live here?” he asks, walking behind you as you go through the glass door.

“I work here,” you reply, “but I live here.”

You open a wooden door leading to another part of the building. It’s dimly lit with candles on the fire mantle, on the window sill and on some of the tables around the room. 

“Imelda always takes care of the place while I’m gone,” you say, referring to your assistant. She would come in every other day to help you in your shop, even tend to your home while you were away.

Edward immediately felt comfort when he stepped into your actual home. It felt so different here than it did in the streets, than in the taverns and rooms he rents in the city. It was warm, cozy, heartfelt, relaxing. Smells of spices filled his nose as the two of you pass through the house to the living room. 

Eventually you come to the merge of your living room and kitchen, digging through a nightstand while Edward looks around the place, aweing at everything like a child. It wasn’t until you said something that he turned his attention to you. He sees a bag of gold in your hands. 

“For you,” you say. 

“I thought you said a visit to your home was payment?” The pirate responds. He puts his hands on his hips while his face is smiling smugly. You chuckle in response.

“A pirate refusing free gold? Well, if you’re certain. . .” you say, beginning to slowly take the bag back.

“Ah-” Edwards retorts, reaching for it. “Perhaps just a little?”

Of course, you think. You let out a warm laugh that echoes in your chest, as well as Edward’s. He watches as you tilt the leather pouch above your hand, eyeing the gold that trickles out of it like water and into your palm. It shines from the candles around you two. 

“Here you are, Mr. Kenway.” 

The gold is placed into his hands, fingers brushing over his briefly as he grips the coins into his palms. Edward’s fingertips tingle at your touch, and his blue eyes look into yours for a brief second, enough to see your smile aimed at him. He nods his head, giving you a small grin himself.

“Thanks lass,” he chimes, putting the coins in his own leather pouch that was strung by his belt. “Pleasure was mine. I hope I see you again.”

“I’m here most days,” you say gesturing to the room surrounding you two. You try to ignore the burning in your cheeks at his words. “You’re welcome any time.”

Without warning Edward takes your hand and places a kiss on your knuckles. The sun rays through the windows were warm on your skin, but at that moment you couldn’t tell if it was that or if it was from the shivers that went up your neck as he kissed you tenderly. Edward’s eyes never lost contact with yours, nor did his grin fade. 

Nodding shyly, you watch as he back away and treads to the place you both once came through before, gently shutting the door behind him. You can’t help but chuckle as you watch Edward give you a quick wink before he disappears behind the door. 

The short company was quite nice while it lasted, but you knew his adventurous ways would need him elsewhere, or lead him into the unknown. It sounded rather exciting, and at the same time frightening.

You go to one of the windows and watch Edward head back for the docks, sighing heavily as he disappears into the crowd like a sparrow perching in a pine tree. He was gone.

And who knows when you would see him again. You wouldn’t lie if a part of you wanted to get back on that ship with him.

Your home would always be open to him, as well as your heart. 

#was that enough fluff? #I don't write for Edward a lot #big rip #I love him tho #Edward kenway #Edward kenway x reader #ac #assassins creed #assassins creed x reader #ac4 #acbf #assassins creed black flag #assassin x reader

[itseivwhore]

|Ezio Auditore x reader|(Modern)

I was at the beach for an entire day,from morning until evening:with the sun and the impossible heat (plus my pride and the thought of being invincibile to everything and everyone),didn't exactly help the stay...so I ended up to have billions of sunburns all over my shoulders and face (who would have thought...I've been spending 17 years at the beach every damn Summer,yet I never got such a bad sunburn like this one.Invincible my ass). And I was stuck on my bed,I couldn't even move...so how better to spend all this free time if not to write something?

Have a little modern au imagine with all of the Assassins,and at least but not last,with the reader comforting Ezio struggling and being a bit dramatic with the big sunburns he got.

Because I was annoyed,and it was the only idea I got.Oh and it won't be like all my other long imagines:this one will be quite short...maybe.(Oh x 2,I would like to point this out:the writing style will be a little bit different from all the other one shots I have written,since this will be a modern one,so don't really expect philosophical speeches).

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Summer.

Probably the most awaited season of the year,where everything changes and the world takes on a new and youthful aspect:longer and warmer days,holidays,exciting and fun experiences,countless of new opportunities to spend free time with friends;maybe spending a few weeks in a beautiful house right in front of a lake,in the middle of nature,away from the city and its continuous noise...and this is what Ezio organized:three weeks in that beautiful large wooden house,where he would celebrate his birthday.

Everybody knew that the Italian boy had always-always-organized fantastic parties,with hundreds of people,inviting almost the whole school and all the people he knew,celebrating all night long.Everybody knew about his famous,big parties.But the group of his closest friends was shocked and amazed,to say the least,when Ezio declared that for this year there would be no big and crazy party:just a few weeks,all together,a sort of summer holiday,near a lake,in the middle of a forest.

And everyone,of course,expected that Ezio had rented an ultra-modern and very expensive house,but when they all arrived at the place of residence,they remained amazed:that infamous house,which the Italian had so long mentioned,was nothing more than a large,simple,two-storey wooden chalet.The outside of the house was surrounded by a thick layer of grass,decorated with many small colorful flowers,overlooked by large trees that partially covered the large lawn with their shade.A hammock had been tied right in the middle of two trees,and was slightly moved by the warm summer breeze.

The interior was spacious and furnished in a very simple way with wodden fornitures,and everything was more cozy and soft thanks to that small touch of vintage everywhere in the house:pendulum clocks,antique paintings hanging on all the walls,huge windows that illuminated immensely the large living room.The second floor was just where the numerous bedrooms were,as well as having a large and spacious balcony overlooking the majestic lake,giving a truly beautiful view.

In short,a truly delightful house,reserved and discreet,away from towns and cities.

Everyone,on the other hand,had found various activities and amusements to do:who,like Edward,Jacob,Ezio and Desmond,as soon as they arrived at the chalet,had lost no time and immediately dived into the lake,swimming and playing in the cool water;who,like Connor and Altaïr,had decided to take a walk in the woods near the chalet,looking for silence and peace,away from Jacob's screams,Edward's dirty jokes and Ezio's curses;who,like Evie and Arno,sat in the shadow of the mighty tall white poplars reading books,sometimes muttering something to each other;who,like Leonardo,spent most of his time painting the landscape around him.

Y/n instead spent the hours of the day alternating between being in everyone's company:swimmimg with the four boys in the lake,or walking together with Altaïr and Connor in the middle of the woods,or simply chatting with the two readers,or watching the painter paint his masterpieces.And,during the last hours of the evening,being together with Ezio,cuddling him,spending sweet and almost infinite moments with him,laying in the hammock next to him,laughing at his flirty comments,shivering at his reserved and gentle touches and blushing at his tempting and allouring glances.

The whole group was having fun,no one was bored,the days went by fast,and Ezio's birthday was getting closer and closer.Everything was normal.

Until...

"Santo Dio!" a heartrending scream of pain,coming from inside the chalet,interrupted the quiet of that mid-June afternoon.All of them had gathered in the large living room,standing around him.Curses and cries of pain had little to do with all that fuss:the real reason why the whole group had gathered in the living room was-as one might have imagined-for Ezio himself.

Once he was finally back from a full day at the lake,most of it spent sunbathing,everyone noticed how incredibly reddish his face had become-noticing however that he was wearing his t-shirt again.But he just shrugged it off,reassuring everyone by telling that it was 'completely normal',as if nothing happened.But the hours went by,and with them grew-more and more-the pain that became unbearable,impossible to ignore,the realization that became more and more vivid in his mind.And consequently,even his complaints and pain only grew:starting from barely audible groans to loud shouts,catching the attention of the whole group...who tried to do everything to help him,but in vain.

"Don't...don't touch me!" Ezio intimidated with a threatening voice,pointing a finger at all his friends who,a little surprised,a little worried-and even a little amused-were in front of him.

"Please,you need to take of your shirt off,Ezio!"  Y/n prayed him for the umpteenth time in an exasperated tone,slowly taking a few steps towards the guy,spreading her arms,wanting him to understand that she didn't have any bad intentions.

"I don't need to do anything!Leave me be!" Ezio shouted again with eyes burning with rage,backing away when he saw his fiancée approaching him,his flashing gaze wandering quickly over all his friends' faces.

"You are shouting like a girl,mate.Quit it" Edward's loud,bored and singing voice came from the kitchen,too busy rummaging through the fridge to turn around and look at the poor boy.

"Zitto Kenway!" the Italian apostrophied him,panting heavily,red in the face,drops of sweat running over his forehead,while he walked quickly back and forth in the living room,trying to avoid the looks and comments of everyone.

"Be a man and take that shirt off,you are complaining for nothing" Jacob replied in a careless,nonchalant voice,passing next to Ezio and then placing a heavy hand on his shoulder,purposedly giving some loud pats:smirking in a purely amused way when he saw the Italian hissing and groaning in pain.

"Don't.Touch.Me." Ezio repeated in a cold sharp-edged whisper,violently swatting the Bitish' hand away from his shoulder,watching Jacob chuckling and throwing himself on the couch,sitting beside Arno,who was silently observing the scene.

"Ezio please,try to be reasonable" even Leonardo tried to persuade his friend,thus beginning to talk to him,sometimes even murmuring something in Italian,gesturing from time to time.

Desmond,who in the meantime had returned from the kitchen and was holding a beer in his hand,entered the living room,confusedly looking at Ezio for brief moments,and then sitting down next to Arno

"So that's what Italians are like when they're angry,huh?They shout and insult you?" he asked in a whisper,raising an eyebrow,trying not to be heard from him,receiving instead a furious look that,if he had the power to kill,the young Miles would find himself lying on the wooden floor,dead.Desmond simply cleared his voice a couple of times,then opened his beer and drank a few sips,turning to his French friend when he heard him hide a mischievous smile.

"Not only when they are angry.They're always like that" Arno said,raising a corner of his lip in a bitterly amused smile when he looked up at Ezio,seeing him respond to the artist in a rather nervous,impatient manner.Y/n,meanwhile,had gathered all the patience and strength she could have in herself;she knew that the boy could be dramatic when these things happened:she knew him too well,and she knew she had to use gentle manners with him,not forcing him to do things he didn't want to do.

So,walking slowly towards Ezio once more,with a small,pure smile on her rosy lips,she stopped in front of him,looking into his fervent,deep,dark eyes:and when his shiny eyes met and locked with her e/c ones,the violent fire burning inside his gaze disappeared immediately,returning to the warm,calm,soft brown eyes that she loved.She sighed lightly,looking up at him.

"You have to take off your shirt,you'll only make things worse" the girl explained in a serious tone,but not scolding him and,rising on her tip toes she grabbed his head,slowly took the sunglasses out of his hair,placimg them on a small table next to the sofa."Let me help you,alright?" she proposed to him with a sweet,loving,caring smile,starting to raise the edges of his shirt.

He couldn't do anything.How could he refuse the help of the person who endured him and loved him most of all?He simply couldn't.So he got help from her,but some loud hiss and painful groans,while she tried to get ridd off of that shirt,couldn't miss.Once the girl finally managed to get the shirt off from him,she stepped backwards,e/c eyes widening,bringing her hands on her mouth,staying silent in front of him,amazement and genuine disbelief that formed in her face.

"Oh my God" Y/n couldn't help but let out a shocked sigh at the view of his body:he was completely and totally red,to say the least,burned.Ezio didn't seem to perceive how much he had been burned also,and above all,on his torso and abdomen:but the pains and burns only increased when he took off his shirt.The Italian began frantically to ask questions on questions to his friends who,either too shocked,or too amused,didn't answer him.

Desmond suddenly stood up on the sofa and looked for Connor,who had been sitting on a chair with his arms resting against the backrest until now,and then beckoned him to come closer:

"Hey Connor...come here and stand beside Ezio" Connor,for as much as he was a little reluctant and confused,did as he was asked,got up from his chair,and walked to the center of the living room,stopping next to Ezio.

Everyone watched the two boys in silence,until the young Miles suddenly burst into a loud and hilarious laugh.

"LOOK!He's the same color as your shirt,you could blend in Ezio!" he exclaimed,pointing at the poor guy,looking at his arms and chest and then squaring from head to toe Connor,who was wearing a bordeaux t-shirt:and,not exaggerating at all,all of Ezio's skin in his whole body was exactly of that dark red color.This joke unleashed the hilarity of the whole group,who began to laugh loudly,who more openly and who adding more jokes,who giggling confidently.

"Cosa?Fammi vedere!Non c'è un cazzo di specchio in questa cazzo di casa?!" Ezio shouted loudly,looking around frantically, tarting to speak Italian -probably not realizing it because of the fury and embarrassment he was feeling at the moment-he started to rum around all the rooms to find a mirror in which he could see himself;leaving everyone alone in the living room,he ran to the bathroom,and after a few moments another 'cazzo!' echoed in the chalet.

He returned from the bathroom,mumbling lowly,keeping on cursing and talking Italian,panting,completely and utterly red,tired and angry eyes glaring at everything and everyone around him.

"What are you laughing at,Altaïr?!" Ezio suddenly asked angrily,turning to the Syrian when he heard him laugh silently.He did not even deign to turn around and look at the guy,he just looked over his shoulder,grimacing when he saw all the sunburns on the Italian's body,for then returning to watch outside the window.

"You are getting angry with everyone here.It's only your fault." Ezio took an expression to say the least shocked,when he heard Altaïr blame him so blatantly.

"Why should it be my fault?When I was about to take the sun cream it was empty" Ezio defended himself promptly and assuming an authoritative tone,frowning."And I really wonder who consumed it all" he added,raising his voice,turning to Jacob and glaring at him.All of them followed the Italian's gaze,and the whole group focused on Jacob who,still sitting on the sofa, looked around confused.

"What?It's not my fault if Evie is bloody pale!" he suddenly replied,opening his arms theatrically,pointing to his sister who was sitting right in front of him on another armchair.Laughing cunningly,he quickly dodged the slipper she threw at him.

"Yes,I agree,it's only Ezio's fault" Desmond agreed,taking yet another sip from the beer,getting more comfortable on the couch. "I mean,you are Italian,dude"he replied back,leaning forward and resting both elbows on his knees,giving him a disappointed look.

"And what does it has to do with it?" Leonardo asked,purely curious.

"Shouldn't he be used?You know,all tan,Italy' sun,the heat,Mediterranean people" explained Desmond with a careless voice,gesturing a little with his hands,receiving yet another frosty and furious look from the Italian.Ezio rarely did become nervous,there were few times when he became angry:but he was not offended with his friends or by all the jokes they were telling him;he was just annoyed,tired by the burning that was all over his body.The pain was so acute and so strong that he couldn't even make a single simple move.He appreciated that everyone wanted to help him,but he had to admit that all that talking,all that chaos,didn't help him at all.

"It's no one fault,okay?"  Y/n said,slightly impatient,looking at the whole group and then giving a serious look at her boyfriend.But Arno didn't seem to hear her and,softly scoffing,put the book he was reading on the coffee tablet in front of him.

"Do I have to remind you that you yourself have said:'Oh I don't need the suncream'?" he replied in a decisive way,trying to imitate his friend's Italian accent at his best,looking straight into his flaming eyes.

Ezio remained silent,spechless:what the French guy said was nothing but the truth.Hours before,back in the morning,almost everyone-most of all Y/n-tried to convince him on putting some suncream on.But he didn't want to know anything about it,laughing and joking about how the others were so fragile in the sun's rays,bragging a little and feeling proud,proclaiming that he,Ezio Auditore,had no need of sunscream:and so,after swimming in the lake a couple of times,he lay in the sun,and stood there for hours,not moving,even falling asleep...only to find himself,later,in such a state.

"Don't be a smartass with me" Ezio threatened again,lowering his voice in a sharp sigh,pointing a finger at him.

"Otherwise?" Armo challenged him with his natural-old-boldness,quirking an eyebrow as he raised from the couch and took a few steps towards his friend.Ezio of course did not remain silent,to suffer the lecture of Arno,and began to respond fiercely against the provocation of the Frenchman.

"Can't we just try to solve this out without arguing for once?" Y/n suddenly exclaimed in a purely exasperated tone,putting herself between the two men and pushing them away,but receiving a hiss and a painful grunt from Ezio.

"Don't we have some medicenes here?" Evie then asked cautiously,interrupting the silence that had taken hold in the living room after the heated argument between the two guys.

"The only medicine it's alcohol" Edward answered blantatly,coming out of the kitchen with two cold beers in his hand. "Here you go mate" and threw one of the bottles at Ezio,who grabbed it quickly,looking confused and annoyed at the beer that the Welsh had thrown at him.

"I think we should go to the hospital" proposed Connor in a murmur,crossing his arm to his chest,taking on a genuinely worried look when he looked-again-at Ezio's body.

"Perfect!I'll drive.Let's go,shall we?" exclaimed Jacob cheerfully,clapping his hands loudly and smiling,excitement glistening inside his eyes,quickly taking the car keys from the coffee table.

"Yogurt," Desmond said seriously from all of a sudden,silencing everyone.

"What?" Y/n asked,wrinkling her eyebrows in a confused expression,approaching and kneeling next to him.

"We should use yogurt on these sunburns.It helps" continued the young Miles with a firm tone,showing to the young woman his phone,pointing at the screen.

"How can this help?" Altaïr asked in a skeptical tone,turning around and finally taking an interest in the matter.

"Yogurt refresh the sunburns,soften them and have a pleasant moisturizing effect" Y/n read aloud the information she read from the screen,scrolling on it for some more moments,for then giving it back to Desmond.The Syrian guy kept on giving a plain,cold and diffident glance at Miles,shaking his head in the mean time.

"Don't look at me like that,I found it on Internet" concluded Desmond showing his phone,for then shrugging,returning to lay his back on the couch.

"We can try.Do we have some yogurt left in the fridge?" Leonardo asked with curiosity,hoping for the best.

"If the big giant didn't eat them all..." Desmond joked loudly,raising from the couch,giving a playful pat behind the shoulder of his friend when he passed beside him,entering in the kitchen and opening the fridge.

"I only ate the coconut ones..." Connor justified himself in a low murmur,leaning his shoulder on the frame of the kitchen's door,lowering his eyes on the floor.

"You can find a lot of false thing on Internet though" the oldest Frye said,thinking about what Demsond read about using yogurt and other things as an help with sunburns.Jacob scoffed loudly,rolling his eyes in a dramatic way.

"Oh come on Evie!At least we'll be able to help that stubborn dumba..." but Jacob was suddenly and not a little violently interrupted by Ezio's loud and hoarse voice:

"BASTA!" the Italian yelled,making the silence return into the chalet and among his friends once his shout stopped echoing in the house.Everyone was motionless,nobody dared say anything,even Jacob refrained from making one of his jokes.Everyone looked at him in amazement,to say the least,intimidated,sometimes exchanging and casting fugitive glances.Ezio was there,motionless,eyes burning brightly,rapid breathing,red in the face,passing and placing his glare on everyone around him.

"Pasta?" Desmond asked confusedly,frowning and making a grimace.

"We are not going to the hospital,no one is going to put yogurt on me,I won't take any medicine!" Ezio proclaimed authoritatively,higly and stubborly denying any kind of help and refusing any kind of purposes.Taking his sunglasses from the coffee table,placing them on his head,he started to walk towards the door. "And you..." he stopped near the treshold of the kitchen,where Edward still was,before standing im fromt of the Welsh."You can keep your beer Edward" e,taking his hand,he forcefully gave the beer he threw at him before,for then storming out from the chalet.

Y/n-who since the moment Ezio began to shout had been silent as everyone else-was trying to reach him,but she felt a hand grasping her wrist and tugging her slightly,stopping her.Turning around,she found Arno beside her,his hand now resting on her shoulder,squeezing gently.

"Leave him be.He is angry,there's no way to let him reason now" he said to the girl,giving her a bitter and soft smile,nodding towards the window and letting her see that Ezio was outside,laying on the hammock...at least,trying to lay on it,for the sunburns he got all over his body didn't allow him to move,swearing and cursing for at least another hour.

~~~~~

A few hours passed by all what Jacob jokingly called an 'Italian tragedy'.It was late evening by now,almost midnight,and Ezio was still outside sitting on a chair near a wooden table not far from the front door:no one had dared disturb him,for fear of increasing his anger,or of unleashing something infectious.The Italian hadn't even come home for dinner,or for any other reason:he had stayed there for the rest of the day,first lying in a hammock,perhaps asleep,then sitting in a chair staring at nothing,occasionally trying to touch his shoulder or back to see if the pain still persisted.

No one seemed to care so much about him anymore.Apart from Y/n who,of course,was the most worried of all of them:she always turned her gaze towards the windows,trying to catch a glimpse of his form,trying to understand if he was still upset or if he had calmed down,but she certainly couldn't stand there,motionless,looking at him,doing nothing.So she decided to finally get out of the chalet,and try to let him reason,and calming him

Once outside,she gently closed the door behind her,looking for her boyfriend with her eyes,finding him sitting with his back to the chalet,eyes looking at the big,calm lake.The girl took a few steps forward,starting to walk as quietly as possible towards him.But he heard her.

"If there's somebody else then you all can go away," he coldly proclaimed in a loud and decise voice,not turning around and continuing to look at the lake.It was really a beautiful evening:sky full of stars,moon high in the sky,the water reflecting its dull and cold rays on its small waves,a light and fresh breeze made the branches of the trees move gently.

"I'll go away then" Y/n replied in a neutral tone,getting closer and closer until she found herself standing behind his reddish-shoulders.He turned around as soon as he heard her voice,looking at her in an astonished and tired way.

"You're the only person I want next to me even when I'm upset" Ezio murmured in a soothing,low voice,soft and warm brown eyes pleading her shiny e/c ones,her heart almost melting when she heard such a gentle,and utter loving phrase leaving his lips.Her Ezio was back.

"Vieni qui" he whispered,opening his arms,stretching an arm out,gently grabbing her by her waist and delicately letting her sit on his lap.Muscular arms wrapped around her form,pulling her closer,not caring about the pain that action was causing him,just holding her as close as possible,face buried in her chest,snuggling his stubble against her soft flesh,smiling against her skin when he heard her giggling.

She deteached away from him,looking at him before giving him a smile when,as she was caressing his cheek,he leaned his face on her palm,almost wanting to be lulled after such a long,tiring day.He opened his eyes after a while,fixing some strands of h/c hair that were falling in front of her.

"I'm sorry" the Italian whispered suddenly,giving his beloved a look full of guilt and embarrassment.One of the things Y/n adored about Ezio was his honesty and humility:he knew when he was wrong,he knew when to apologize and he knew perfectly well when to do so."I wasn't angry with you all...I was just tired and nervous because I got all thesw fottute sunburns" he explained in a serious voice,squeezing her hips.He could read in his deep eyes how purely sorry he was.She gave him a small smile,leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss upon his lips.

"I,we know,Ezio.No one is mad at you" Y/n reassured him in a soothing and quiet voice,leaning down to kiss him again,with more passion,paying attention to where she put her hands,so as not to hurt him.

Ezio still  was whispering apologies near her ear,caressing her,kissing her,thanking her.But she got up from his highs after a while and,after looking at him seriously,the girl leaned towards the table next to them,holding an object that Ezio had not noticed until now.

"It's yogurt.Desmond tried to see if it could really help,and apparently,it could," Y/n explained,raising the yogurt jar in her hand and showing it to him,who in response sighed loudly and deeply,throwing his head back,almost looking in defeat.But despite his reaction,Ezio sat down composedly on the chair and nodded.

The girl laughed purely amused and,opening the jar,she took some yogurt on both hands,and began to smear it on his shoulders and on his red,scalded back;at first groans and hiss,his skin still too sensible and damaged,but after a while,when she started to delicately massage his shoulders with the fresh,cold yogurt,he sighed,relieved.He hummed,closing his eyes,throwing his head back.

"Quanto posso amarti?" he asked in Italian,sounding so hoarse when he-once again-groaned when her small hands slided down from his shoulders to his warm chest.

"Shouldn't you be giving a message to me?" Y/n asked him back in a sarcastic tone,leaning down,whispering that near his ear,hearing the entrance door being opened and closed.

"But it's my birthday today" Ezio answered in a mellifluous tone,claiming to be offended,giving a sad grimace to his lover,who just laughed loudly,for then suddendly returning serious.

"Who told you I don't have a gift for you?" Y/n inquires with a low and semsual voice,leaning more near him,her hands sliding down on his torso,almost tickling him,her lips on his definite jaw,feeling him almost shivering.

And just when he was about to answer her,he stopped when he saw all the others walking towards the table,singing the infamous song:it was,in fact,midnight,and it was Ezio's birthday.Jacob walked in front of everyone,holding a large pizza in his hands,on which were added candles.Once they arrived near the birthday boy,the British placed the pizza on the table in front of Ezio who,with happy eyes,looked at what was to be his birthday cake.

"We didn't have the time to go in the nearest city and buy a cake,so we make a true Italian pizza..." Connor explained with a ghostly smile on his lips,nodding towards the plate.

"For an angry,burnt italian man" concluded Arno with sarcastic voice,raising a corner of his mouth in a cheeky grin,smiling at Ezio.

"I tell you,we aren't even sorry" added Edward with a proud smile,placing his hands on his hips.

"Pizza cake" Desmond said,spreading his arms in a theatrical gesture,but Jacob promptly interrupted him,raising a hand and shushing the young Miles.

"We talked about this before,Des.It's birtday pizza.No discussion," Jacob replied,speaking seriously to say the least. "It is law!" he then proclaimed,roughly smashing his fist in the table,making the flame of the candles tremble.

Ezio heard Y/n laughing behind him,her hands were now wrapped gently around his neck.Pressing a long,chaste kiss on his bearded cheek,she whispered to him:

"The surprise has to wait"

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°°°¡TrAnSlAtIoNs!°°°

"Santo Dio!" = Good God;

"Zitto" = Shut up;

"Cosa?Fammi vedere!Non c'è un cazzo di specchio in questa cazzo di casa?!" = What?Let me see!There's not a fucking mirror in this fuckint house?!;

"Basta!" = Enough;

"Vieni qui" = Come here;

"Quanto posso amarti?" = How much can I love you?

#Ezio Auditore #ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore imagine #ac modern au #assassin's creed modern #assassin's creed #modern au #x reader #imagine #altaïr ibn la'ahad #connor kenway #edward kenway #arno dorian #evie frye #jacob frye #desmond miles #aesthetic #leonardo da vinci #one shot #ezio auditore modern

[yasashii-leaf]

What about templar y/n? With edward? I imagine y/n acting like kitty from puss in boots

#my art #y/n #reader #assassin's creed #edward kenway #edward kenway x reader

[littlefrenchfryesblog]

Visitor Students (Part 2)

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader

Characters: Jacob Frye, Evie Frye, Ethan Frye, Henry Green, Arbaaz Mir, Kaur Pyara, Ezio Auditore, Maria Auditore, Claudia Auditore, Mario Auditore, Arno Dorian, Elise De La Serre, Edward Kenway, Connor Kenway

Modern AU

Summary: The reader lives in Turkey (The reason I choose this country because I want the reader to talks a language that none of the characters can speak or understand.) And the characters visited the school, that reader studies. The reader studies in one of the most successful schools in Istanbul. Reader and reader's friends have talents just like Assassins. The reader meets with visitor students. But the thing she didn’t know is the reader’s dad is the friend of Ethan Frye.

Note: (T/I/Y/W/T/P) = The Instrument You Want To Play

            (Y/N) = Your Name

            (L/N) = Last Name

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     From now on I will have some songs to you guys to read my stories with!! So, can you open the song from One Direction - Story  Of My Life Luv You All!!

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              We continue to talk with Jacob when I told him how many things our teacher can do with a pencil, he just surprised. Because our teachers did not just write with a pencil. They can throw them in air and catch 'em in the same place and they can do that forever. And they are not stopping, not fail, every time. And so many things like that. That conversation starts when Jacob saw in his Twitter a text but it was Turkish so he wants me to translate it, and of course, I said ''Yes'' because how can I say no to his smirk and those hazel eyes of his. I look to the text message, it says ''Avrupa'da avukatlık okuyorum, Galatasaray Lisesi mezunuyum ve önüme geçen her testin tamamını doğru yapabiliyorum, sizin yetenkleriniz nedir?'' I looked to the text message with impressed and Jacob quickly realizes it and said ''What was it, love?'' I said ''Damn, this girl is so successful. It says ''I study to be a lawyer in Europe, I graduated from Galatasaray High school and I could solve any questions that come in front of me. What is your talent guys? And Galatasaray High School is the most successful school in Turkey. If you want to get into that school you should at least get the LGS exam full correct and all of your subjects and exams should be 100 and it means in your education system  A+.'' When I told him that he was impressed. And I continued ''So, what is your talent, Jacob Frye?'' And he smirks at me and I felt a heat goes to my cheeks. I hide my cheeks with the sleeve my loose sweater. He looks at me and says with a grin and a smirk ''Well (Y/N) (L/N) I can fight so deadly and I can take aim from so far and I can shoot my target from there.'' He looks at me like he asks me to say him my talent. And I realized he is quite sexy. When I realize it he asks with his low voice ''So, (Y/N) (L/N) what is your special talent?'' I answered him with nervus. ''Well, Jacob Frye I can remember everyone's teacup on an occasion that includes 100 people. And I don't think I have another talent.'' He still looks at me with one of his elbows on the kitchen counter, and he said to me when I just finish my sentence ''Lie. I saw the paintings you do, I heard you memorize everything you see and you prove it in the history class. And I saw your ballet and how you play (T/I/Y/W/T/P) in videos...'' He continued but After my dad calls me, I got the coffees and put them on a tray.

      I went to the living room, give everyone coffee. And went back to the kitchen, I found Jacob looking at his phone with worry. He looks like some child on a swing and looks for the sky with worry when it rains.

        ''What happened? I just went to the living room to bring others coffee.'' He didn't react to me. I go near to him and I saw an emotion like... Like... Heartbreak?

         ''My ex...'' And I say with  ''Oh...'' He continued ''I saw her story on Instagram.'' And he showed me the story for like five seconds ''As I say, she just gets over me...'' and he takes the phone to his direction and I stop him ''No, No, show that again.'' He looks to me with a smirk and gave me his phone. I looked again and I said ''I know this guy.'' I lead the phone between us and said ''Look for the man behind them. And look at the zippo he uses to light his cigarette. It has a Turkish flag on it. And if you look for the view it matches with the Barırköy coast. Wich is not a real coast. Wait, I know here. I was in there!'' And I took my coat from the chair.

           ''Wait!? What are you doing?'' I shout at him and I say ''If you want to see her, Quick! We don't have any time to waste''

           When I saw that he is not making any move, I grabbed his hand and lead him to the outside. First-time my luck smiles to my face and I found a taxi. I told the driver where we should go and he shakes his hand and we start to go.

           I looked to Jacob he looks like a villager who saw an alien. I said to him ''What?! Didn't you want this?'' He said when he stands straight. ''No... Well, maybe. But not like that.'' And when he said that we arrived. ''Too late.'' When I look back I saw he didn't move. He looks at me with a smirk and le relaxes more I shout at him ''Okey Mr. Sexy if you want to see her we need to go.'' And I picked his hand and lead him outside. When I lead him outside, he said with a huge, flirty and in my option sexy, smirk that sends a shiver down to my spine ''So, you think I'm sexy?'' I rolled my eyes and say ''Don't you dare start.''

        When we arrived, I felt a huge pain in my stomach. And as a normal human, I cry for the pain I felt. And when I almost fell to the ground Jacob pick me and looked me in the eye. ''(Y/N)! Are you okay?!'' I said when I got up. ''Y-Yes, yes. I'm good.'' 

              Shit.

         This shouldn't happen here. Like a bad memory, It was two years earlier, my friends turn their back to me. They shoot me behind. And when I was alone at home. All I want is to be free. So I go to the window and I close my eyes then open them again, I thought that look was my last look to the world. The last thought I have was  ''When people say you're worthless, that does not mean you are worthless. When people say you're a wrong person, that doesn't mean you're a wrong person. That's just prooves they are just stupid.'' And I jumped. But I didn't think I will live. But when I learned to make a child to me is nearly impossible, I want to die twice. And the doctors said to me ''You jumped to an iron bar. And the iron bar enters your stomach and damage the wall of the womb. So, you have a serious stitch. You shouldn't be in so hot and so cold.'' And if I will be somewhere like that it could bleed. For that, I take some pills to it. But I remember I forgot to take them today. 

          So, when I got up he was still looking at me so I showed him the girl named Teressa I think ''Look she is there! Let's go!'' And when we go near to them, I felt pain again and I touch the wound. I look to my hand again and when I looked, all I could saw was blood.

I got up and said to Jacob ''I'm in the toilet!''

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        (Y/N) wnt to the toilet with panic in her eyes. So I started to look for Teressa. There is a man that looked familiar to me. Of course, That was Trevor, he is one of the popular guys in my old school. 

        I came closer to them and I start to hear the conversation they have. Trevor said ''I will make you happier than that Jacob. When I get his gang called Rooks, I will win.'' I start to get angry. How could he say something like that? Then they continue to that conversation, some people go to that table too. When I take a closer look I saw my traitor friends. They were the first Rooks and the first friends I have in middle school. The first one I met was Ed, I was best friends with him, then someday Nigel came and when I so busy with making a gang in school, I didn't realize they were hiding secrets from me and after that, they start to talk among themselves. And after all of the time they just... They just... Go...

          After like thirty minutes I started to worry about where (Y/N) is. And I looked around for her. When I saw her she saw me too and she smiles at me. 

          She sat next to me and said with a warm smile ''So, what happened?'' And I look back to the crowd. And back to her. When I saw Teressa and Trevor kissing I just got up from the chair and start to walk over to the table Teressa and others are sitting. But when I feel something on my arm. It wasn't hurting me, when I look for it I saw it.

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    I took Jacob's arm and when he looks back at me I saw something at his eyes, a  child, broken and crying for help. And I saw it, his soul was wounded.

    ''Jacob, don't. If you will do that, you won't feel better than before. Believe me, they don't deserve someone perfect like you.'' He looked at me with sad eyes, ''How could you feel sure about that?'' I know that was an S.O.S. came from him, that no one looks for. ''Cause, I see it in your eyes. Let's just get out of here and I promise you we will talk about it.'' He just nodded. And we started to get out of the restaurant.

     We walked a little bit and arrived at the rocky place on the coast.  I jumped to the rocks and Jacob came behind me. When we sat to rock and look for the sea, I was the first one to talk. ''What happened? I mean when you look to them, you are not looking to them with anger or revenge ''What did they do to you, Jacob?'' He stopped a little bit. I was sure that he remembers the thing or things happened. I was just like a child who waits for her lollipop from her parents. He took a deep breath, ''It was two years ago, I have the most perfect friends around me. Or I was thinking like that. When I started high school, I was the most popular guy at school as usual. Come on, look to this face.'' And he shows me his face, I giggled ''And I planned to start a new gang. I joined all of the sports clubs I could join as possible, that's where I meet with Teressa, but that's another story. I was busy with my gang, and I think I get away from my friends. I still don't know how I didn't I get caught by teachers eye, I think that's Evie's thing. My friends start to ignore me, and '' When he didn't even finish his sentence I continue. ''Let me guess, and they tell you to move on and they finish their friendship with you, you start to feel like you are so weak and you are not enough for their attention. You became a depressive person, sometimes you feel numb and paralyzed. After some time you have new friends around you and you trust them very well. Is this how your story ends?'' His face looks like he was taken aback by my words. He just said ''Exactly.'' But I continued to my sentence I picked his hand and say ''Look, Jacob, people can be blind sometimes. Most of the time they don't see what's in front of them. If you're worried about you're not enough, all I can say to you is ''Enough to who and enough to whom?'' sometimes you see a beautiful person and an ugly person, you can say ''Wow! Look to the girl and look to the man with her he looks like her grandfather.'' and someone can say ''Wow! Look to the man and look to the woman with her. She isn't enough to him.'' so, don't forget, you are soo special, there is no other person like you. That means you don't need to worry about being enough for something or someone, cause you're always enough or more than enough. Ok? And you don't need to worry about the things you have a problem with. You can always come to me. Cause if you can't find a way to get out of them, maybe WE could find a way to get out of them.'' He looked to me with thankful eyes. ''I lived the same things too, so it looks like we share the same fate, Mr. Frye.'' I stood up and told him ''We can go now don't you think. We will have a lot of time to talk, Am I wrong?'' he stood up too and he said ''Oh, yeah lass.'' and he presses a thing in his hand and he moves to left a little bit and shows the car behind him. I ask with shock ''How did you?'' he said ''Oh, I have a lot of surprises.'' And he gave me his hand to help me get out of the rocky area.

       When we got in the car, I feel like his eyes always are on me.

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  When we were in the car, I couldn't get my eyes off of her. She was the only person who spoke to me like that. She was soo merciful, kind and positive. When I was thinking all of them at the same time, she opened the window and her hair was flowing with the wind and her eyes were closed. I could saw her smile on the wind came to her skin. She was like the stars. She lights more when it gets dark. I could just look at her and see the stars in her. So I wanted to make her close to the atmosphere, where she belongs. I opened the top window. And she quickly looked to it. She said ''Why you didn't tell me you have a top window in the car!?'' I said with the usual smirk on my face ''I said to you love, I'm full of surprises.'' And after that, I saw some drops on the window. When I look up to the sky, I was full of dark clouds and I started to realize the rain was started. The storms are coming. And when I looked to (Y/N), I saw she isn't at the place that she was sitting. And I looked to her legs. I saw she was climbed to the car's seat and she was out of the top window. I said her ''(Y/N)! It's raining! What are you doing!?'' She said back to me ''That's why it's soo fun!'' After those words, I saw her hair was wet, and she smiles the brighter than the sun at the storm. She was different. I felt something. But I didn't care about it. I was busy watching her. She said ''Can you pull over?'' when she sat back to her seat and I closed the top window. I asked her ''Why?'' and she looked to me with naughty eyes and she started to talk ''Just don't think about it! It's my surprise for you.'' and after that, I pull over. And she said ''I knew you like surprises.'' After that, she got out of the car and rut outside with her arms and hands open with a smile on her face. I got out of the car and I yell at her ''(Y/N)! What are you doing?'' when she heard that I yell at her she came back to the car and opened the song ''One Direction - The Story Of My Life '' and she got the voice level as high as possible then she took me from my hands and lead me to the pouring rain. Then she yelled at me ''Thought you were brave to walk under the rain, Mr. Frye'' Then she leave my hands and started to run. I said ''Oh, I am Ms. (L/N).'' and she yelled at me again ''So prove it, Mr. Frye! Catch me if you can!'' After that, I tried to clutch her.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Guys let's chance the song to Ruelle - Live Like Legends from here... All right! Let's continue to our story!

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  When she was running I heard a voice came from behind when I turned my back I saw a woman with an angelic voice and a long white dress. Then she started to talk ''Hello Jacob Frye, we need to talk.'' I asked her who is she, she answered me with kindness ''I have so many names. But...It was Minerva when I was dead.'' I remembered the name. And she continued ''I learned that you are always praying for Juno to show you what your soulmate is doing.'' I started to feel awkward and a little bit scared ''There is no need to be afraid of.  We are not the gods. We are just the ones that came before. I just want to know why you are caring so much about your soulmate.'' I answered her ''I just want to know who she is.'' and she continued ''I know you are so connected to her even now but I think I could help you more than Juno and when you need to make a choice I need you to promise me, child, that you won't release her.'' and I was so excited and I promised her I won't release her. and she contınued to talk ''All I can tell you is you are so close to being with her. Goodbye, my child, we will talk again soon.'' And then she disappeared. I turned to real-life when I heard (Y/N) called me. ''Jacob? Are you okay?'' And she came more near to me. When she was trying to hold my shoulder I caught her and swing her around. When I sat her to the ground she giggled at me and she said ''No! That's not fair!'' and I catch her once again and said ''Oh, isn't is fair, love?'' And after that so many times and rouns of running and catching. When I tried to catch her again she stopped and I jumped to her back ''Gotchya!'' she put his finger to my mouth and continued to talk '' Yes, of course, dad. We are on our way! Bye!'' she looked back to me and giggled ''Your face is so funny right now cause, you realize my dad was on the phone'' and I answered her with a smirk on my face ''Oh is it?'' and I catch her again and raise her to the air. And she said ''Why we don't take photos?'' and we started to take photos. And when we went back to the car we looked at the photos and send them to each other.

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     And we arrive back home with all of our wet hair and clothes we went to our rooms secretly. I told him that I will take a quick shower and I make a beeline to the bathroom. When the hot water hit my shoulder I was soo relaxed by the feeling. And my brain went back to Jacob again and again. I still don't know why I feel so attached to him but I thought that's because we lived the same things, the same infidelities, same problems. When I was thinking those things I got out of the shower and quickly changed my clothes. I wished everyone a good night and I pulled over by Evie and I told her everything we do, not the special parts, of course, and she told me that there is a very good harmony between us and she told me to be careful about her stupid twin, and after a little chit chat with Evie I went back to my room.

     When I was nearly sleeping, I heard Jacob's voice that calling me. I opened my eyes and ''Jacob? Why aren't you sleeping?'' and he answered me with puppy eyes ''(Y/N) I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you cause Evie sleeps with Henry my dad is in another room and I have a problem with sleeping in a place that is new for me?'' When I saw nervous in his eyes I said ''Of course Jacob, you can sleep with me. That's not a problem.'' and I made a space for him to sleep and when he sleeps next to me, his face was full of peace.

     I woke up again at 4 a.m. and I found Jacob sleeping on my chest and my hand was on his hair. And I use the opportunity of playing with his soft chocolate brown hair. When I was nearly sleeping I heard a whisper came from him ''Thank you (Y/N), sweet dreams.'' And I leave myself to the arms of sleep. 

@sassenach-on-the-rocks

#jacob frye x reader #part 2 #assassinscreed #assassins x reader #fanfic #music and writing #music and reading #modern au #assassin s creed syndicate #My AC Writings #jacob frye #assassins creed #assassins creed syndicate #evie frye x reader #elise de la serre #evie frye #assassin's creed #assassin's creed syndicate

[catyo90]

Edward Kenway x Reader: Too Late Lass. (Warning: Angst)

Requested by: Anonymous

You had been in London only for a few days. Not much to see other than grey buildings and sky. You missed the life of a pirate, the scent of the sea when you awoke and the sound of gulls squawking in the mirrored blue sky near Nassau as you would be welcomed by so many of your friends to a glass of rum and a sword in hand but those days were over. After everyone died you left the life of a pirate shortly after the one person you loved left for this sad and cold country. Edward Kenway.

Your heart always belonged but you felt that you were not worthy of such a man and soon the chance to be his was gone. The death of his first wife, Caroline brought pain and worry to you as you knew it would be inappropriate to chase after him. Then with the arrival of his daughter, you found yourself unable to confess, for her sake. A year after his departure you heard news of his remarriage to another. That day your heart sank and the sadness of losing him to another made you leave the business of a pirate for good.

After ten years of living a fairly rich life as a tradesman and occasional assassin in the Caribbean, you received a letter from him. Inviting you to his estate to reminisce about the good old days not to mention a bit of alcohol as well may have been thrown in. At first, you didn’t want to accept as you had not seen him in so many years but also his family most likely would find you strange company but you decided to go just to at least say hello once more to an old friend. 

You arrived quite late due to poor sailing conditions and also a few pointless attacks from looters. It was December when you arrived and quickly asked for a coach driver to take you to the estate. The bitter cold was differently not to your liking but you shook it off as you started to think of what to say to your old friend. In the letter, he said that his children would be pleased to see her but you weren’t so sure if you would. 

After about an hour after the coach stopped in front of a gate and a few large trees leading to a huge manor. You paid the driver and sent him off as you walked up to the gate. You had noticed that the gate was slightly open, strange but not unusual. As you walked up the path you heard a scream and the sound of glass shattering. 

“No.”

You ran up the hill as fast as your legs would let you, you found the manor door opened with a body laying down on the stairs with blood around it. You saw a coach rushing your way as the sound of more glass breaking inside cause you to run inside to see the bodies of more servants in the halls. You heard a noise near the bushes and brought your attention to see Tessa and Haytham.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes but Father is still inside.”

A sudden thunk up the stairs showed a man with a torch lighting the curtains on fire. You moved the two of them out of sight and drew your sword. You walked up the stairs and quickly rushed the man before he could react, impaling him through the heart making him fall to the floor dead. The fire had already been set throughout the hall a sense of worry enveloped you.

“Edward!. Edward where are you!”

A sound down the other hall as well as smoke with the sound of screams and running footsteps. You grabbed a piece of cloth from your cloak and wrapped it around your face. You ran down the hall to more bodies but also the sight of a double-doored room. You tried to open it but something was blocking it. You heard steps behind you to see another man with a sword and a knife in hand. He swiped at you managing to cut your arm as you quickly brought your sword to his leg and grabbing his wrist causing him to drop the knife. You looked at the man and headbutted him in the face causing you to break his nose. You clashed swords but soon found the heat of the fire in your favor as you kicked him in the chest knocking him over into the curtain burning his face and making him wail in pain.  The man ran away but soon crashed into one of the windows falling to his death as you brought your attention back to the door. You slammed the door with your shoulder causing the door to break. You saw it was a study room of sorts and the place was already set on fire but the body on the ground made you drop your sword.

“Ed...Edward.”

You ran to his side seeing him laying on the ground with a chest wound bleeding profusely. You gently rolled him over onto his back. You quickly placed your hands on the wound trying to stop the blood.

“Too...late..lass.”

“Don’t talk.”

“Ha...Haytham and Te...Tessa.”

“They are fine.”

You looked at the blood on the floor growing as you shook your head both in anger and desperation. 

“Y/n...it’s too late...”

He placed a weak hand on top of yours as you felt tears prick your eyes as the heat of the flames spread around the study.

“You...have..t...to leave...m...me.”

“I already did once, Never again.”

You felt a teardrop from your face as you looked down at the man before you. If you only had come sooner. You could have helped him or stop this.

“It...w...was...the...Te...Templars.”

More tears fell as you put a hand over his.

“They will pay for this. I swear they will.”

He gave a weak smile as he looked up past your gaze.

“I’ll say hello...to the others...for you.”

You said nothing as you felt his breathing become more weak with every second,

“Lass...you should know...something”

“What?”

“I fancied...you too.”

Your face was covered in shock as you leaned your head lower to him. He brought a very weak hand to your face as his eyes locked with yours.

“Why didn’t you say?”

“You...deserved...someone...better.” 

You shook your head as you gave a gentle kiss to his forehead. You felt him move for a moment.

“Y/n...y/n”

You moved your head away to see his handsome smile once more. With that, you felt his last breath underneath your hand as his eyes closed for the last time. The sound of the flames and the silence in the room was all you could hear. You gripped his hands tight as the tears flowed as you let out a scream of anguish.  

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[marshmallow--3]

"Are we getting out of shape?" you joked, finger idly tracing the flex of muscles currently occupying your waist. He responded in turn by tickling your midsection until you were in a fit of hysterical laughter, hand swatting his in surrender.

"Quite the contrary, lass," his breathing came heavy down your ear, words gruff in that intoxicating Welsh brogue that would undoubtedly put sirens to shame. After placing little lip bites down the side of your neck, he continued, "You always give me one hell of a workout."

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[harveyb-wabbit92]

[Y/n and Arno are camping when she sees something coming in distance.]

Y/n: [To Arno] Oi mate!

[He looks up from the fire and watches as a trampoline rolls passed them.]

Arno: What was that?

Y/n: a trampoline.

Arno: huh...

[they hear a car and see a jeep come down the road with Edward inside.]

Edward: Have you lot seen a Trampoline?

Arno: Went that way [Points where they last saw it.]

Edward: .... Was there a child in it?

[She and Arno share a confused look.]

Y/n: Don’t think so?

Edward: Right.

Arno: Isn’t that good news?

Edward: Potentially. 

[He drives off  without another word leaving Arno and Y/n wondering what the hell just happened??]

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[ragingbookdragon]

Your Match Is Made

A Shay Cormac x Reader One-Shot 

Word Count: 1,551 Warnings: None

Author’s Note: This’ll probably end up a mutli-chapter work. Also, based on the song “ Téir abhaile riú”, sung by the Celtic Woman! Enjoy! -Thorne

She inhaled deeply, a smile spreading across her face as she stepped across the fort’s courtyard. The flags of the ship blew with the wind and she hummed a simply tune, making her way down the steps to it. Sailors moved back and forth across the deck and she strode up to the walkway, tugging the bag on her shoulder as she called, “Ho there! Is there a captain aboard?” The men immediately stopped working at the sound of a woman’s voice, hurrying to the side of the ship to catch a glimpse at her; she giggled as they stared and she pressed a hand to her chest, just above where her dress covered her breasts. “I was wondering if I could fetch a ride to another port!” The men all started talking and she let out another laugh, shouting over them, “Men, men, one at a time! I’ve only two ears!” A man dressed in frontiersmen leathers stepped down the walkway, addressing her kindly.

           “Good evening ma’am! I’m Gist, the first mate.” She huffed a laugh, waving a hand.

           “Oh please, I’m no ma’am yet.” He laughed, then inquired,

           “Why are you looking for a ride to another port?” Tipping her head side to side, she answered vaguely,

           “A few of the women here aren’t too particularly fond of me.” Gist cocked an eyebrow and she added, “Singing in the taverns earns good money, but it keeps husbands out late. I’ve been…politely asked to leave the city.” He seemed to grasp the situation because he said,

           “I’m sure the captain would be more than happy to offer you passage, but he’s not here right now.” A frown crossed her lips and she went silent for a moment, then asked,

           “I can always find another ship to travel on…but…” She drew her eyes to the sailors who seemed to be captivated by her; a smirk crossed her face as an idea popped into her head and she called, “I’d be more than happy to sing a few songs in exchange for a few pounds!” The men cheered and she looked back at Gist, quipping, “What do you say, first mate? Will you let me sing a few songs before the night sky appears?” He seemed to struggle with agreeing, but with the sight of her hands clasped in front of her, a mock pout on her lips, he let out a sigh and gestured for her to climb aboard. With a smile and the many cheers of the crew, she did.

Some Time Later:

           The two men stepped in sync, a quiet conversation passing between them. “I find it hard to believe that your father was the great Edward Kenway, Master Haytham.” The other man let out a hum, eyes cautiously scanning the road in front of them.

           “Why is that Shay?” The Irishman snorted, tossing him a side glance.

           “You seem too proper to be the son of one of the greatest pirates alive.”

           “I do wonder quite often if you think of the words that come from your mouth.”

           “I mean no offense of course…it’s just…the stories.” He raised his hands into the air. “Sailing the seas finding treasure and fighting mighty battles!” Shay looked at him. “You almost seem uncomfortable when you get on ships.” Haytham said nothing, stopping in his tracks, and for a moment, Shay feared he’d said the wrong thing. “Sir?” The grandmaster nodded to the pier, inquiring,

           “Did your crew plan a festival while we were gone?” The hunter cocked an eyebrow, turning his gaze to the ship; his eyes widened as he caught sight of the crew singing merrily, dancing and drinking.

           “Ah Christ…what now?” The two shared a look before striding to the ship and up the walkway, but they stopped when they learned what was causing such merriment. Gist twirled a young woman around and she held the side of her flowy, crimson dress as she sang,

           “Stay a while and we’ll dance together now as the light is falling! We’ll reel away till the break of day and dance together till morning!” Shay felt as though he’d been shot straight in the chest, the sight of her beauty taking his breath away. Her voice rose as she spun, but she sounded like an angel, the joy on her face practically heaven as she moved to another sailor, grinning as the crew sang with her, “Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú Mhearai! Téir abhail gus fan s abhaile, mar tá do mhargadh déanta!” She twisted once more into another sailor’s arms and he danced with her. “Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú Mhearai! Téir abhail gus fan sa bhaile, mar tá do mhargadh déanta, do Mhargadh de-!” She pulled away from the sailor’s arms, twirling in the middle of the circle of them, arms outstretched as she finished powerfully, “Do mhargadh déanta!” She slammed the heel of her boot into the ground as she ended, and cheers rippled through the crew as she took a bow, a mile-long grin stretched across her face. As she stood, the cheers suddenly died, every sailor blanching as they stood straight, and with a confused expression, she turned, immediately met with the sight of the two templars on the deck; Gist stepped forward, hurriedly explaining,

           “Uh, Captain Cormac, we can explain!” Shay waved a hand, crossing his arms over his chest as he inquired,

           “And who might you be, lass?” She cleared her throat as she smoothed the front of her dress, then held out a hand as she introduced herself.

           “(Y/N) (L/N)…you must be the captain then.” He glanced at her hand before shifting his arms, and to her surprise, he took her hand in his, gently pressing a kiss to her knuckles, murmuring,

           “I am. Shay Cormac, at your service, lass.” (Y/N) let out a flustered laugh as she took her hand back, pressing it to her middle as he said, “What brings you aboard the Morrigan…besides turning my crew into a bunch of drunken, singing louts?” She let out a laugh, retorting,

           “Well, part of that was my fault, drink and folk songs always make a crowd rowdy. I’m looking for passage to another port that’s not in New York.” (Y/N) gestured to Gist. “Mister Gist was kind enough to let me sing a few songs in exchange for a few pounds.” Shay cocked an eyebrow, leaning against the railing as he asked,

           “Why aren’t you singing in a tavern?” The same expression she wore when she told Gist the reason returned and she quickly said,

           “Making money in taverns is great, but many of the wives of the men who I sing for don’t particularly think so.” She cringed slightly, adding, “They complained about me to the ministers of the town…I was…strongly encouraged to leave New York.” Shay nodded with understanding.

           “I see.” Something in his expression shifted, and (Y/N) was quick to reason,

           “If you’ll give me passage to another port, I’ll pay.” He observed her for a moment, then countered,

           “How ‘bout I make you a deal?” She nodded, partially curious, the other part suspicious, and he offered, “I’ll give you free passage to any port we stop at for the next month, and all you have to do is perform songs for us.” Her jaw went slack, and she spluttered,

           “Y-you…you’re joking?” He shook his head. “You’ll give me free passage? And all I have to do is be entertainment?” He nodded, and for a moment, she didn’t speak, then she queried, “What’s the catch?” Shay chuckled, coffee eyes meeting hers as he retorted,

           “No catch, just a few songs to keep us entertained.” He could see the doubt in her eyes, and he vowed, “If you’re worried about any of the men, there’s no need. Each and every man here is the honorable sort-no one will lay a hand on you without your say so.” He drew his eyes to the crew, adding, “And if they found themselves brave enough to do so, they’d deal with me.” (Y/N) observed him for a moment, then she held out her hand, and Shay watched as one of the sailors handed her her bag, and she quipped,

           “I hope you’re not expecting me to sleep in the crew cabins, Captain Cormac. I might be an entertainer, but I do have standards.” Shay snorted, offering his arm to her, and she took it, letting him lead her to the grate that led below deck.

           “Of course not Miss (Y/N). We’ll have an officer’s room set up for you to stay in.” She hummed and he added, “And please, call me Shay.” (Y/N) giggled as they disappeared below deck, and Gist walked over to Haytham, listening as he sighed,

           “Fantastic…now he’s going to be captivated with her.” Gist snorted, eyeing the grandmaster.

           “You say that sir…but you were just as captivated as Shay was.” Haytham cocked an eyebrow, an underlying threat in his words.

           “I beg your pardon?” The first mate chuckled, walking off.

           “Nothing sir, absolutely nothing at all.” Gist waved a hand, addressing, “Alright, the lot of you get back to work! Just because we’ve got a woman aboard doesn’t mean you’re being cut any slack!” The men groaned as they headed to work.

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