assassin's creed imagines

Jealous | Connor Kenway

The harsh winter winds made you shiver and pull your warm assassin robes closer to you, the fur lined coat doing little to warm you up. They were white in color, with different shades  of whites and baby blues scattered all over. A belt sat on your hips that held your dagger and a pistol holster with said gun in its rightful place. Your hood was pulled up to conceal your identity, the assassin logo stitched onto the back but not too noticeable. You wore dark blue trousers, and your knee high boots kept in the warmth in this god forsaken winter. Your hands and wrists, which were covered in your assassin blades, rubbed at each other, trying to create some form of warmth. Connor, who looked completely unaffected by the cold, stalked up the stairs of the old abandoned church and paused before entering the doorway.

"Stay here, and keep watch. I'll only be a minute." He told you, before turning his broad shouldered self around and sauntering into the church. You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Sure, let me just freeze to death while you go do your thing." You muttered under your breath, kicking a bit of snow on the ground and watching the white flakes puff up into the air before settling on the ground again. Suddenly you heard a thump from behind you, growing curious and turning around to look at the door of the church. Thinking Connor was clumsy and tripped and fell, you shrugged your shoulders before turning back around and jumping a little in place to get some body heat going. You could have swore you heard talking, but you dismissed it as the harsh winds and looked around at the snow covered landscape. "Y/N." Connor called your name from behind you, and you spun around on your heel to face the assassin. "Yeah-" you halted mid sentence upon seeing the Grandmaster of the Templar Order, Haytham Kenway, standing right in front of you with his head held high and his shoulders squared back. Your eyes widened and on instinct, whipped out your gun and pointed it straight at his chest.

"Oh, how dull." Haytham muttered before you could get a word out, Connor putting his hand on the barrel of your gun to signal you to lower it. "He is not here to kill us. He's going to help us find Benjamin Church." Connor told you, and your eyebrows furrowed in suspicion as you squinted at the Templar. As you looked between the father and son, you could plainly see the resemblance between the two and you certainly weren't lying when you said Connor got his good looks from his father. Connor was staring down at you with his big brown puppy dog eyes, you finally caved in with a loud sigh and put your gun back in it's holster. "Fine. But if you even think about trying anything, I'll slit your throat myself." You threatened, shooting daggers with your gaze as he gulped and spoke up. "Noted." He simply said, tilting his head forward a bit to nod at you and opting to not say anything else. You sent a sarcastically sweet smile his way, looking over to Connor who wore a proud smile on his face. Noticing you were waiting on some instruction on what to do, he spoke up.

"Benjamin Church and his men were here, but we just missed them. They couldn't have gotten far, so I'm going to track them." He informed you, waiting for confirmation from you before walking past you to a spot on the ground. He dabbled his hand in the snow, and raised it to his face. "There were rations inside these crates. Food and clothing as well." He said, before jogging off to a different part of the woods with you and Haytham following close behind.

— Time Skip — (because I don't wanna write every time Connor finds a clue, sniffs it, and moves on and repeats. Also, I can't remember all the dialogue during this mission, so forgive me if it's off a bit.)

Connor chased the man up the hill a few feet before finally tackling the man to the ground and dragging him up against a tree. You and Haytham caught up to them right as the man started to spill about Church's whereabouts. "It was not wise to run." Connor stated lowly, and the mans eyes widened like saucers at the intimidating man threatening him. "We was ridin' for a camp just north of 'ere. They left a few hours ago. That's all I know, I swear!" He exclaimed, and before you knew it Haytham had cocked his pistol and shot the poor, innocent man in the head. Connor reeled back and turned to cover your small frame with his body, your eyes widening at Haytham's blunt and merciless killing.