Assassin's creed Imagines

We're Not A Couple, We're Siblings! (Edward Kenway x Sister!Reader)

Y/n's p.o.v

      "Any last words Mr. and Mrs. Kenway?" the mercenary crooned, staring at us on the edge of the plank. "Oh for the love of god, we're not a couple, we're siblings!" shaking off my hood, to reveal similar features to my brother. He seemed surprised "really?" and Edward nodded "it's pretty obvious mate". The mercenary looked back at his crew for confirmation, and they all murmured in agreement. 

He then brought his attention back to the two Kenways at the end of the plank. "Welp, have fun!" and with a hard stomp of his foot, the plank disappeared out from under us. 

Freeze Frame-

Yup, that's me. You're probably wondering how I got here. My name is Y/N Kenway, i'm the younger sister to the idiot who calls himself Captain Edward Kenway of the Jackdaw. Yes, he's my older brother. We've been through a lot, thanks to our completely opposite personalities clashing against each other. He's more impulsive and the "attack first and ask questions later" type. I'm more of thinking it out and not barging in to get myself killed. 

Still, he's my older brother and all we have left is each other. Most of the time though, it was his fault when we both nearly got ourselves killed. It was going to be hard to get out of this problem. 

It all started three years ago.......

The ship slowly rocked me as I slept, curled up in the corner of my cell. I was the cook on a ship called the Peregrine, which we were ambushed by a fleet of royal Spanish ships. Most of the crew on the Peregrine were killed, accept for me, the captain and the quartermaster. My cell was across from the quartermaster, James and the captain Zachary was in between us. The captain wasn't long for this world because the last time I saw Zachary was four days ago. Two men had dragged Zachary out of his cell, kicking and screaming. 

For the past four nights, me and James heard his muffled screams of pain until it was only silence. I hugged myself for body warmth because they gave me a thin, barely big enough blanket to keep myself warm. "Y/N? Are you awake?" James hoarsely whispered across to me, quite ill. "Yeah, I am" whispering back to my best friend and secret crush. "I don't think I'm gonna make it Y/N" he wheezed, breaking into a coughing fit. "Don't you dare say that! Me and You are going to get out alive!" I cried out, crawling over to the metal bars that prevented my escape. 

"You were always a feisty one Kenway, that's why I fell in love with you" he gasped out, holding his stomach. It took me off guard but I slowly smiled "I love you too James" whispering back. "I'll see you on the other side" barely making out his last words as he died. I hugged my knees to my chest, breaking down into silent sobs. I was starting to loose hope that I would ever escape. 

There was a sudden, loud crash from upstairs, breaking me away from my misery. Loud voices of English and Spanish echoed down into the prison quarters. Two sets of footsteps thundered downstairs and two men crashed down in front of me. One of them was an African american and the other was a Spaniard, both locked in fierce combat. A dagger fell out of the Spaniard's pocket, sliding in front of me. The African american repeatedly slammed the other man into the bars of my cell, and I spied my chance. 

I sprinted over and plunged the dagger deep into his back. The Spaniard cried out in pain when I plunged it deeper, ripping through his flesh. He soon went limp then the African American let the Spaniard fall to the ground. He looked over at me, looking quite surprised. "Can you fight?" "I can fight and also cook?" replying plainly with a shrug. "Good enough for me!" pulling out a pair of keys and he opened up my cell door. 

He threw me a sword then swiftly caught it, rushing upstairs with him behind me. All I could see was complete chaos, as far as the eye could see. I dove into battle, going after to any of my captors I could get my hands on. Soon, a gunshot rang out and someone cried out in Spanish. Instantly the whole remaining crew of the Spanish ship surrendered, falling to their knees. Breathing heavily, I scampered over to the familiar African american, tugging him on the sleeve. He glanced down at me and I signaled for him to follow me. Guiding him downstairs, I pointed to the cell of where James laid dead.