assassin's creed imagines

Hurt | Edward Kenway

The smell of Caribbean rum always made you wrinkle your nose, and, as per usual you cringed as you walked up the stairs of the Old Avery Tavern in Nassau. You had just returned after a long voyage from the colonies, and all you wanted was a drink and a long nap. You were the captain of your own ship, the Shadow, and you were the little sister of the infamous Edward Thatch. He was a very protective older brother, never really letting you look at let alone talk to other men. You can imagine how upset he was when he found out you were investing in a career of privateering. You had met James Kidd, Charles Vane, and Ben Hornigold on your many adventures at sea with Thatch. Being a woman AND a captain was already hard, the idea of a woman having so much power made every politician and noble angry. But you were still a beacon of changing times, and you were certainly not about to let a few angry nobles stop you from captaining your ship.

The sound of fiddles was already blaring in your ears as you reached the top of the stairs. Looking around for Thatch, you spotted him at a table in the corner of the tavern. You made your way over to him, your boots clicking on the wooden floor. You waved to Anne Bonny, and she smiled upon seeing you and waved back. Kidd (who was actually a woman named Mary Read) was sitting in a chair next to him, a small smile on her face as she saw you approaching. Sneaking up behind Thatch, your eyes covered his. "Guess who?" You whispered in a singsong voice, and he jumped at the sound of someone speaking in his ear. You removed your hands, and smiled widely as he leaped out of his chair and wrapped you in his arms, squeezing you tight. You wrapped your arms around his torso, thankful his two pistols that usually sat on his chest were actually sitting on the table next to him.

"Can't. Breathe. Thatch!" You wheezed, and he chuckled loudly before releasing you. "Attention everyone!" Thatch announced, and the whole tavern grew quiet as you smiled up at your older brother. "My sister has returned!" He yelled out, and everyone in the tavern stomped and shouted at seeing you. You laughed out, and patted Thatch on the back as he handed you a cup of ale. You drank it down in one gulp, and everyone cheered even louder. You could certainly hold your liquor. Mary came up to you, and you smiled knowingly at her as she patted you on the shoulder. Since she had to keep up her appearance of 'James,' she couldn't hug you to death like she wanted to. You and her were close, almost like sisters. Vane and Hornigold were next, and they clapped you both on the shoulder a little harder than you thought, and you punched both their arms at their actions. "Good to see you, Y/N." Vane told you, smiling slightly as he grabbed a full cup of ale from Anne's tray as she was passing by. "You too, Vane. It feels good to be back on land." You said, a smile still plastered on your face. Vane and Hornigold walked off, the latter man nodding at you with a smile on his face as well.

You sat down at a nearby table, and Anne came by and wiped down the table free of spilled ale. She sat a cup down, and while she poured the ale you took a look at your surroundings. A certain man in light blue robes and leather accents was sitting across the tavern, slightly sipping his drink and chatting with Mary. He had gorgeous sandy blonde hair that was tied back with a red ribbon, and eyes as blue as the sea. From where you were sitting you could already tell the man had a dangerous aura, but gosh was he handsome. Anne noticed you staring, and sat down in the chair across from your dumbstruck form while placing her tray on the table. "That's Edward Kenway, if you're wonderin'." She said, and smiled at you as she looked over at him for a quick second. Mary was talking to him, and she pointed over at you and his sea blue gaze turned to you. You blushed hard, and looked away quickly and took a sip of your drink. Anne laughed at your actions, but abruptly stopped. "Oh god, here he comes." She said, and got up and fast walked to the bar. "Anne. Anne!" You called after her, but she was already gone to the bar and refilling her empty cups. Edward approached your table, cup in hand and stopped beside you. "This seat taken?" He asked, his deep welsh accent causing a blush to coat your cheeks as you motioned for him to sit down. "Not at all." You told him, and he smiled and took your advice and plopped down into the chair across from you. He placed his cup on the table with a small thump, before glancing up at you, sea blue eyes staring into yours as your heart raced in your chest.