Assassins Creed Imagines \ Preferences

Assassins vs assassins (Haytham X Reader)

Boston was no place for a lady, and this was just the case for me. Killing is also frowned upon by any gender in all thirteen colonies, but it pays well to be an assassin.

Today, I was in a tavern enjoying the occasional pint of ale. It was the one day I wasn't working - Sunday.

As I sipped away at my ale, a rather posh looking man sat down to my right on the next stool. He too ordered an ale.

"Evening, ma'am." The man spoke. I turned to look at the man. He had jet black hair with blue robes accented with golden trim and a tricorn hat.

"Evening indeed," I replied, drinking the remainder of my ale. He shifted in his seat.

"If I may, what is your name?" He asked, placing his cup down.

"Why should I tell you?" I responded, clearly not budging easily.

"Well then. Care to give away anything about yourself?" He persisted. He just doesn't give up, does he?

"Quite frankly," I started, "no."

"I take it you keep to yourself?" I rolled my eyes. This man, I thought. This man.

"Wasn't that clear?" I spat. He sighed and looked at the floorboards.

"Haytham Kenway." Haytham held out his hand for me to shake, and I reluctantly took it.

"(Y/n) (L/n)." I introduced.

"There, that's a start." Haytham began, "Your occupation?" My eyes widened a bit, as this was a sensitive topic for me and my associates. I looked around the tavern to see if anyone else was within range. Just the bartender.

"I work for those who have the money. I take care of the dirty stuff no one else does." Haytham raised his eyebrow in interest.

"So you're an Assassin?" He took another swig of his ale.

"No. I'm just an assassin, not part of the alliance. And you?" I countered.

"Let's just say I am the sworn enemy of the Assassins," Haytham stated. "I'm a Templar." I slammed my ale down on the countertops of the bar.

"I know what you are. I've done Templar work before, killed Assassins for your kind. Your too damn lazy to do the real work yourselves, and send hunters such as myself to go and eliminate the threats. I know every single one of you, but I've heard the most about you and Lee." I snapped, spilling most of my top-secret work out on Haytham. A stranger.

"I'm guessing you know what it is we fight for, then? Our life purpose? To-" I cut Haytham off.

"Order, control, perfection without the casualty of Assassins, yeah. Know all that. Can ya' tell me why you're a Templar, but your father and son are Assassins, hmm?" I interrogated Haytham. His eyes went wide, and his actions ceased.

"W-what?" He blinked furiously.

"Ya' heard me."

"U-um... My father was stupid, and he was...a pirate. And as for my son, I don't know. He thinks I ordered an attack on his homelands and killed his mother. Now that was all Lee, and against my command. Why? What's your story?" Haytham told me. A wave of melancholy washed over me, no, hit me like a truck as I remembered my past - something I'd rather forget.

—— Flashback ——

It was a cold night, but inside was warmer. In my house, a fire crackled, and we all gathered up around the fire as flames danced in the collage of warm colors.