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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!!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Swimming Lessons (Edward Kenway)

Writer’s block is a bitch, really.

I finally managed to go back and finish one of my random writing pieces and I’m actually proud of myself for doing so. I’m deeply sorry that it isn’t a request from here, but from one of my other posting sites, but I hope you still love Edward as much as I do :) Anyways, enjoy!

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“You have got to be messin’ with me lass.”

Edward’s deep laughter filled the deck of the Jackdaw, his calloused hands came up to press against his chest to try and contain his laughter, but it was useless; out of the few facts that he had been learning about you, the one you had just shared with him moments ago was the one that had made him crack up.

While Edward leaned up against the railing of on the deck, laughing so hard that tears were brimming his eyes, you stood only a few feet away from him, your arms folded tightly across your chest as your tan cheeks turned into a deep shade of red while you did your best to withstand your partner’s laughter.

“I’m not messin’,” You spoke shyly, a small smile creeping onto your face the longer you stared at Edward’s radiant one, “I told you I’d be honest with you and here you are makin’ fun of me for it.”

“Oh lass,” His hearty laughter began to quiet down as he wiped away the stray tears from the creases of his eyes, “I don’t mean to make fun of you, but it’s kind of hard not to,” He took a moment to fix his composure and take a couple steps closer to you, “You are one of the most feared captains out on the sea—maybe second best to me—and you are terrified of the water and don’t know how to swim.”

For a brief moment, Edward’s shimmering blue gaze held yours but the moment he thought about the fact, he began to chuckle once more, but to a lesser degree. He slapped a calloused hand upon your shoulder as he looked down at the wooden planks before returning his gaze back up to yours.

“It kinda sounds like you are makin’ fun,” you sighed in slight irritation and embarrassment as he was making such a big deal that some of his crew were looking onto the both of you. “When I shared that with you, I was hopin’ you would help me, not ridicule me.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he apologized over and over as he composed himself once more; he didn’t mean to laugh as much as he did, but he just found your situation to be funny. “I’m just thinkin’ back to that battle we had a couple weeks ago when you were scrambling for anything that could float on that ship we was borrowin’; you should’ve seen the look on your face when you were doin’ it too…”

“Edward…” You warned him while you had cast a hardened look at some of his curious crew members. “Can you help me or not?”

“I can definitely help you, just remember,” he came to stand beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading you to the break in the railing, “it’s alright to be a late bloomer in getting your sea legs, I used to be like you and now look at me. I’m one of the best that rules these oceans. You’ll get your legs by the end of today, I promise.”

While you shook your head softly at his self-boosting words, you couldn’t wipe the smile that had crawled onto your lips and stayed there the moment he wrapped his arm around you. Your arm had come to wrap itself around his waist as you walked alongside the railing on the deck, just enjoying being so close to Edward and not having to worry about imminent dangers that the two of you either ran into or created.

Edward had stopped the both of you at the break in the railing where the docking would take place and made you stand there with him despite him noticing you trying to back away from the very edge of the deck.

Your wide eyes looked down to your weather-beaten boots and let your gaze drift only a couple inches ahead of you to see the navy blues waves crashing against the ship, causing it to slightly careen side to side, “Uh, Edward, do you mind if we do back up from the edge just for a bit? I don’t believe I’m quite ready to start just yet.”

His light chuckles reached your ear as he told you to not to worry and just when you thought he was about to take another dig at you for not being able to swim, his next words had taken you completely off guard.

“You know you have the most mesmerizing (E/C) eyes I’ve seen on this side of the ocean, don’t you?” A light smirk crept upon his lips as his sparkling blue irises roamed all over your face.

“W-What?” Your gaze narrowed as you looked at him with plain confusion, “What are you goin’ on about?”

“You heard me,” He took his arm from around your neck and wrapped it around your waist instead, pulling you slightly closer than you had been before; his actions were definitely confusing you, but you couldn’t say that you didn’t like it one bit. “And since you shared somethin’ about you, I might as well as do the same.”

Your eyes only grew narrowed as he smiled at you, “I’ve had my sights set on you ever since Blackbeard introduced me to you. Your not only a fine business partner but a lady as well.”

Nervous chuckles escaped your mouth as you looked at the ground for a brief moment before returning your gaze to Edward’s piercing one. You two swayed with one another, mimicking the motions of the ship as you stood there, completely enraptured by his strange, but sweet words.

“Oh, really?” You mused. The feelings he was speaking was mutual but you never really shared it with him; you had a sense that there was something between you two, you just chose not to act on it due to his mysterious past.

“There has been one thing I’ve been dying to do ever since I met you, really…” Edward confessed, looking at you with a soft smile.

“And what’s that?”

Edward took his arm from around your waist and took both of his calloused hands and placed them on your biceps firmly before looking at you with mirth plain in his eyes. He began to lean in slowly and it made your heart race as you followed suit, knowing the typical outcome of this type of action.

Just before your lips connected, Edward’s arms extended outwards forcefully and shoved you off the deck and into the raging black waters below. The moment your boots left the hard surface of the deck and you felt yourself free-falling, you became paralyzed with fear and anger at the sudden turn of events. A short shriek left your lips before you were immersed into the salty water. You didn’t have time to process what happened as you knew that you were now doing your best to try and make a break to the surface to get a fresh breath of air into your lungs.

Edward heard the splash below and leaned over the railing to observe your actions carefully. He saw you flailing your arms about under the water’s surface but made no quick actions to dive in and save you from your possible death.

“Swimmin’ is a vital survival skill for us out on the seas, it might come on handy at the most unexpected times, you have to be always ready.” He stated loudly as he watched you break surface a couple of times over the waves that were slamming against the ship. “When your life's on the line, you’ll learn and do anything to survive.”

You only managed to get short bursts of his name out as you did your best to keep above the water, but you were failing miserably. The longer you stayed in the dark waters, the more you thought about the other dangers other than just drowning; you began to think about another ship coming out of the blue to fight with the Jackdaw or a pack of blood-thirsty sharks coming to devour you into tiny bits.

Edward stood his ground at the railing of the deck and watched you stay under the surface for a majority of the time. His crew members were beyond shocked at his actions and some voiced their own opinion to him by yelling at him to fish you out and take them to the nearest port, but he ignored their comments and held onto his hope that you would persevere and overcome your fear to survive.

“They’ll be fine, men, give them some time and they’ll be swimming like a fish in no time.” Edward nodded towards his crew while they continued to watch you sink lower and lower under the raging waves. “They just aren’t puttin’ in enough effort…”

Edward’s voice trailed off as he finally took a moment to look down at the water to see that your movements were minimal and you were fading in the dark waters; his knuckles on the railing were turning white as his own hope drained from him and he knew that he had to intervene quickly.

He shrugged off his top coat and tossed his weapons belt aside and dove into the water with grace. The minute his skin touched the water, it gave him a wave of goosebumps at being relieved from the scorching caribbean's sun’s rays, but he kept focused on the task at hand and that was retrieving you from the under the waves.

He spotted you a few feet away and quickly made his way towards you, stopping just before colliding with your body. He saw your hair flow with grace in the water but he saw that your mouth was open slightly ajar and your eyes were closed. Panic began to wash over him as he knew that his tactics had put you in grave danger.

Snaking an arm around your chest, he began to ascend to the surface with you in tow. His grip was tight as he was scared of letting your slip right out of his grasp. The moment he broke to the surface, he shouted for his men to throw a rope down for him and you; once the rope hit the water, Edward wasted no time tying it tight around your waist and making sure it was secure he tugged on it before yelling at his men to pull you up.

He climbed up the ladder on the side of his ship and rushed to your side the minute he reached the deck. He shoved his men aside and undid the knot around your chest before pulling your coat away from your soaking body; Edward yelled for his men to look the other way as he wanted to protect your modesty if he needed to remove any more clothing, but some refused to leave just in case he needed help.

“Oh lass, come on now…” Edward brushed the wet hair out of your face and began pumping away at your chest to get your heart beating again, “I can’t let you go now.”

He leaned over you for a couple of minutes, pumping, but nothing was happening. He stopped and began to blow breaths of air into your lungs through your mouth with hope that the last resort would revive you.

After the first breath, your body jerked to the side as little spurts of water poured out of your mouth, but your eyes never opened. Edward’s small smile faded as quickly as it appeared when he saw that you went back to laying on your back.

“Jesus, man…” Edward didn’t know what else to do but continue to give you mouth to mouth, but he felt like he was helping a lost cause the longer you laid there with no response. He sat back on the balls of his feet for a moment before thinking of an idea that would either work or not, but he knew that if it did work and you woke up, it was only out of the kindness of his heart that he did it.

Edward pulled his open palm back and slammed it against your chest and watched your head jerk upwards as the remaining water in your lungs came up through your throat and all over Edward. Your eyes opened as you violently gasped for air, your pruny hands pushing your upper body upwards as you choked on the last mouthfuls of seawater in your throat.

The salty water sprayed all over Edward, but he didn’t mind one bit as he stared at you in astonishment, not believing that he actually saved your life rather than taking it. While you struggled to get air into your lungs, Edward assisted you in sitting you up on the deck and rubbing your back soothingly, trying to make up for his foolish antics moments before.

“That’s it, lass, just breathe,” He soothed, pulling the wet strands of hair away from your face as you finally let your body relax from the stress you experienced moments earlier.

“I cannot believe you did that to me, Edward,” you said breathlessly, slowly tilting your head upwards to look at him; your eyes were narrowed as you tried to mask your anger towards him. You lost it when he flashed you a sheepish smile, the next thing you did was slap him hard across his face, so hard that it made him look in the other direction, “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I...I deserved that,” He rubbed his cheek as he turned to look at you once more. “I thought I was doing you a favor; most people’s survival instincts come out when they're put in danger. I thought yours would show itself when I pushed you off the deck.”

“Well they didn’t!” You shouted, ending your sentence with a slight cough, “I could’ve died you buffoon! If I didn’t drown, I sure as hell would’ve been a snack for the sharks below.”

A heavy sigh left Edward’s parted lips while he stared you down for a moment, thinking over his actions. “I was wrong in what I did and I hope you can forgive me,” he paused, a small smirk coming across his lips, “after all though, you did ask for my help.”

You shook your head softly, still trying to get over the slight headache that you got from the lack of oxygen, “apology accepted.”

“Good, now--”

He was cut off by another smack across his cheek, knocking him off the balls of his feet, “Jesus, I thought you were alright, what the hell was that for?”

“That’s for smacking me in my chest, I was awake with the first spurt of water out of my lungs,” you informed him, “if you would’ve just put your ear to my chest instead of puttin’ your lips on mine, you would’ve known that.”

“I’m sorry for that too, I was just scared you were gonna die on me,” Edward confessed honestly, looking at dry wooden boards of the deck, “I’ve lost so many good friends and if I lose one more, I think I would go insane.”

“Well, maybe you should express your affection for your friends in other ways other than shovin’ them off your ship right before you think that you’re gonna kiss them,” You stated, standing up to stretch out your wet limbs, “Did I really have to drown in order to get that kiss from you? Was that it?”

Edward chuckled before standing beside you, “No, you didn’t, but I just had to get your mind off things to try and get you prepared for your lesson. Everything I told you was from my heart, as weird as it sounds, I didn’t lie to you.”

“Well, I’ll have to think on your feelin’s, especially after this little stunt that I learned nothin’ from.”

Your dry laughter brought a smile to Edward’s face.

“If I offered you a more easy lesson on swimmin’, would you give me another chance?” He asked you, hoping that you would pass up the deal.

“I think I’d take it, so long as it’s by the shores.” You stated, holding out your hand for him to shake on it, “maybe if that lesson goes well, I’ll get a safe kiss that time, hm?”

Edward pulled you into a hug as he grabbed your hand, “Definitely. I promise it’ll go much smoother than this one did.”

“We’ll see.”

#edward kenway #edward kenway imagine #edward kenway x reader #edward #edward imagine #edward x reader #Assassins Creed Black Flag #assassins creed black flag imagines #assassins creed #assassins creed imagines #assassins creed oneshots #edward kenway oneshot

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fk12b · 4 years

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Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine. (Nothing is true; everything is permitted.) The wisdom of our Creed is revealed through these words.

Me, deciding to start writing Assassin’s Creed fanfiction

Assassin: "Where other men blindly follow the truth, remember..."

Me, an Initiate: "Nothing is true."

Assassin: "Where other men are limited by morality or law, remember..."

Me, an Initiate: "Everything is permitted."

Assassin: "We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins."

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darkdevasofdestruction · 7 years

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Malik AlSayf-Bittersweet Tragedy

The tragedy has left deep scars on more than one person, not only physically, but emotionally as well.

Malik Al-Sayf has lost it all. His brother. His left arm. His strength. His assassin skills. His confidence.

And all of these, because of the patronising arrogance of a certain ‘Master Assassin’. He was the one to save the mission, with the help of his brother and lover, but the trio had a lot to suffer. Crippled. His brother was killed. His lover’s sight and back were partially crippled. He himself was crippled, having lost an arm, due to a grave injury. And now he was stuck aiding the assassins from behind a desk, at the Jerusalem Bureau, feeling irked to no end. He received no compensation or apology, absolutely nothing to sooth his destroyed soul, whilst the man who jeopardized the mission was walking freely down the streets of Masyaf, licking the boots of his Master and still performing important assassinations.

He was alone. He sat there, mindlessly drawing a map, dipping the white feather in black ink, but he couldn’t focus. His mind wandered to the depths of despair. He was so deep in his mind,he messed up the papyrus scroll,being by then completely buried in his dark thoughts.

'It should have been me’ 'Kadar was too young to die’ 'He had all life ahead of him’ 'Three people had to sacrifice themselves, for one to leave unharmed and get all the glory’ 'I am a useless cripple now’ 'My love may lose her sight’ 'She may remain paralyzed’ 'I am not going to be a whole man for her anymore’ 'I lost all chances’ 'I am alone’

He slumped down the wall and rested his lone hand on his forehead, letting the sorrowful tears stream down his face. Being alone, he allowed himself to show weakness, at least to himself.

Nobody to judge him. Nobody to comfort him. Nobody to care about him.

He sobbed silently, trying to release all tension and emotions, for the first time after so many years of stoic façades.

He was back to being Malik. Just Malik. But an incomplete Malik. He was alone. Or so he thought. That is, because unbeknownst to him, the recovering girl had awoken and saw the whole heartbreaking crumbling of her beloved with her unbandaged, undamaged emerald eye and gripping the wooden door tightly, she kept peeking through the gap, silently letting her own tears wet her pale cheeks, not being able to react in any other way.

That was all in the morning, at the earliest hours and the tides have calmed after a long while. The girl, despite her injuries, dressed in a casual outfit worn by women in that city, covering her head, protecting herself from the scorching sun and hiding the ugly scar across her right side of her face, to get the groceries. She walked calmly, enjoying the Spring heat kissing her skin, after such a long time and sighed, lost in thought. What could she do to help her paramour? He was in a dark place and she tried to help. But…how?

Strolling slowly through the city of Jerusalem, she heard a faint angelic sound.

'Meow’

Huh? What was that?

'Meoooow’

The faint sound trailed longer and repeated again and again, making the red head snap her head towards the small animal.

A cute white kitten started prowling around the girl, rubbing itself around her ankles and purring graciously.

With a soft smile, (y/n) picked up the kitten and raised it to her eye level, only to notice an important fact.

The kitten was missing his left paw.

With a soft giggle, the girl rubbed noses with the kitten and he stuck out his tongue slightly, bleping and closing his eyes. Hoisting the groceries bag better on her arm, she put the kitten inside her blouse, hiding it with her thin green shawl and went back to the Bureau.

(y/n):Come on, sweetheart, you’re coming home with me. I’ll have to introduce you to someone. He will adore you!

There, she saw her beloved scribbling frantically, not noticing her presence. She smiled sweetly at him, then meowed slowly making her way towards his desk.

Malik: Ah, (y/n), I see you’ve returned. (y/n): I have.

‘Meow’

Malik: *raises an eyebrow* What was that? (y/n): I have a gift for you~. Malik: Huh? A what?

The girl turned around, took off the shawl from her head and carefully took the feline from her blouse, cradling him in her arms lovingly, then turned to Malik.

Malik: A cat? (y/n): Isn’t he so adorable, Malik~? Malik: He is…But why did you bring him here? This place is hardly a proper place to raise a pet. (y/n): I think we can afford a little arrogance, after all we’ve done for the Brotherhood, correct? Besides, it’s just a small ball of fur, nothing inconvenient! Malik: Are you really going to take care of him? Cats can be quite…Stubborn, to say the least. (y/n): Oh, come on, he’s very affectionate! And…Well... Malik: He’s…He’s missing a paw… (y/n): He is. He is one sweet, strong kitten, despite his incapacity…And I think he likes you a lot. I mean...I guess you’re both incredibly brave and and amazing kittens!

The girl set the cat on the table, where he looked up curiously at the man in front of him, then started rubbing his head on Malik’s hand, rolling on the table, seeking attention from the man in cause. Malik was still in slight shock at the cat’s behaviour and being in general, while the girl was watching in glee. Those two really clicked off well.

Malik: What should we name him? (y/n): I had something in mind but…Only if you-… Malik: Kadar? (y/n): Kadar.

The man sighed, seeing her sweet, sad smile as she spoke his younger brother’s name, making him hang his head down, slightly going back to his sorrowful state, but the kitten was faster and he raised his sole paw up, trying to touch Malik’s face, as if he was worried about the man’s emotional state. With a tender smile, the girl cupped her lover’s face and kissed his forehead, hugging him tightly.

(y/n): Go rest, my love. You’ve been working so hard for the past days, it’s high time you get some time off. And don’t bother trying to argue with me, just take little Kadar with you too...You both need company. Malik: *sighs* You never know when to stop. Very well then.

He clumsily picked the cat up, going to his room and staid there until late at night. The girl yawned, slightly tired and bored from the lack of activity from the day, so she decided to call it quits and went to her room, changing in one of Malik’s large shirts that she stole a while ago, trying to catch some sleep. But she couldn’t. Her mind kept flying towards her paramour, left alone with his parasitic thoughts in another room, so she sighed, got up and knocked on the door, entering slowly, trying not to disturb him.

But he wasn’t asleep. Multiple candles were still alit, as he lay there, topless, reading a book, little Kadar curled up, nuzzling his neck.

(y/n): Are you okay,Malik? You kind of…Got me worried… Malik: Exceptionally ordinary. (y/n): Don’t try to fool me, Malik. We both know that’s far from true. Malik: Did you truly expect me to admit how bad I feel? (y/n): N-No…But… Malik: I’m not fine, but it matters little now. Injustice will always win, so forget it. (y/n): Look…I-I know…I couldn’t possibly bring your brother...Or your arm back...Nor turn back time and fix everything up…But…Okay, maybe I’m really useless…But I can’t stand seeing you like this. It hurts so much... Malik: You’re already half blind, just close your eye and you’re done. (y/n): Well, you don’t really handle this situation properly! But I want to help, Malik. I’m here for you. I’ve always been…So please...Please don’t shut me away.

He put his book on the table and got in front of the small girl, looking down at her, exhaustion and depression lurking obviously on his face. Being closer also meant that the outline of each wound was times more obvious on his sun-kissed chest, making her bite her lip. Malik: Isn’t that my shirt? (y/n): Might be. Malik: Your ex-thief career is showing again. (y/n): It was a while ago…

He turned his back to the fox like girl and put his hand on his face, slightly annoyed, trying to hide any emotion that might surface.

Malik: Just go to your room, (y/n). There’s nothing to see here but depression. (y/n): If I weren’t ready to stand by your side through every danger, I wouldn’t have come here. We’ve been together for so long and braved so many problems together... Malik: You are doing a grave mistake. (y/n): I prefer to make my own mistakes. But darling, staying my your side will never be a mistake.

The girl unbuttoned her shirt and hugged his wounded back tightly, resting her forehead on his shoulder. She could feel him tense up. He was stunned. Rooted to the spot. Unaware of his next move.

What was going on? What should he do? Those questions became even more conflicting as she started slowly kissing his scars, then nuzzled her face on the crook of his neck, no doubt standing on her tippy toes, as she wasn’t tall enough otherwise. He could feel the breathe hitch in his throat as his heart started aching more and more.

Malik: (Y/N)…Why…? (y/n): I don’t need a reason to comfort my lover, do I? Or is it a crime? Malik: No, but… (y/n): But what, Malik? Have I not been what you expected? I know I am a terrible lover and all that but…I apologize if I disappointed you…I just wanted to see you happy…Smile…Especially during these times of darkness…I know I’m no good...But I’m...I’m trying, I promise... Malik: No, don’t misunderstand, please. I only wish I could properly embrace you, but now, I am unable to comfort you…It s driving me crazy...I’m not worthy of you and your love anymore. You have been everything I could wish for and more than I ever deserved from this life. I just don’t understand why would you stand by me, even now. I’m a cripple. I’m broken, (Y/N), what is there left of me that you still cling to? (y/n): Obviously, your body may be broken, but I am hardly a model anymore, love. Nevertheless, as long as you can feel my warmth and feelings, then I’m happy. I love you, Malik, with or without your arm. It’s still you, just as I’ve always told you. I’m lucky to have met you and to have your feelings. And little Kadar thinks so too. So please, for us, make an effort and reach out to these feelings. Please...Let us save each other. Malik: I don’t deserve you...You are an angel... (y/n): I’m a fox, dearest, hardly a pure deity, so I guess you’re alright.

He turned towards her and caressed her face tenderly, having her own hand over his, then he untied her eye bandage, letting it fall on the ground, as she bit her lip and casted her gaze to the ground, trying to hide the wound.

(y/n): Quite ungraceful, if you ask me. Gory as hell. Nothing pretty to see here. Malik: It’s only fair to stay this way, when we’re alone in our intimacy, don’t you think? (y/n): Since when do we play fair, Malik? Malik: We never do.

He pushed the fire-kissed strand of hair covering her damaged eye behind her ear then leaned down, kissing her gently. Parting, he traces down to her neck, then slowly removes her shirt, revealing her bare shoulders and cleavage, both beautiful, yet both covered in merciless scars and fresh wounds that have yet to properly heal.

(y/n): Why do you still hold such a depressed look, my love? I know I’m hardly at my highest glory on the beauty-department, but- Malik: No, (Y/N), you will always be perfect, no matter what you think may look like flaws...And yet, these are all my fault. Each one depicts the time I was not there on time to aid you...Save you, just like I promised I would, the day I asked you to marry me. (y/n): Seeing that you have the same problem, I suppose we’re both terrible bad at out jobs as protectors, dear husband. After all, I said a vow as well, did I not~? Malik: Will you ever have it in your heart to forgive me? (y/n): What is there to forgive, if you’ve done nothing wrong? Stop overreacting, I am not the one suffering here. You are. Malik: But I- (y/n): I love you, Malik. And so did Kadar. What happened could have been avoided, but it was not your fault and we both know it. There is no use lingering on the past, when the present is right here, in front of you, telling you to wake up to your senses. Malik: *sighs* I know you are right, but I cannot just forget what happened. Not when it was just a few days ago... (y/n): You don’t have to forget, my love. Just don’t forget that the past is over. The present is all that we have. Malik: Then, may I enjoy this present for an eternity, with you by my side? (y/n): I will always be here for you, Malik. Always and forever. Malik: Always and forever.

They sealed the promise with a solemn kiss, the same way they did when they said their vows to each other on that faithful night, only the two of them, then went back to his bed, cuddling, with little Kadar just between them, all of them enjoying the happy memories and warmth, for as long as they lasted. Dark times may come, but they will always pass, sooner or later and that is something that Malik is never going to forget any time soon.

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eloarei · 3 years

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words: 2,740 (T-rated, gen) chapters: 1, oneshot (possible second chapter later) fandom: Assassin’s Creed 4: Black Flag characters: Edward Kenway, James Kidd | Mary Read, “Calico” Jack Rackham, others ship: Edward Kenway & James Kidd, implied Rackham-->Kidd, implied Kiddway tags: canon compliant, early-game, pre-Mary reveal, pre-ship, developing friendship, protective friendship, canon crossdressing character, island living, pirates notes: I really wanted to write a shippy fic. Might do a slightly shippier Kidd-POV chapter. x A hot day is perfect for a quick swim, though Kidd declines Edward's invitation to join. Rackham has an impolite opinion about that.

#elo fics #ac4 black flag #Kiddway #Edward Kenway #James Kidd #fanfiction #ironically not the prompt that Socks gave me; I appreciate the encouragement though!

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fanficsforheartandsoul · 4 years

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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 :)

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gray-anxiety · 5 years

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Gray Dragion’s Gucci Character Masterlist

HC’s, Drabbles (to be requested), Oneshots, Fanfics, Characters (you’re here!)

(The links will take you to individual masterlists for said character)

* = to be requested/ written (I have too many ideas and too little inspiration)

Side note: If I don’t do your request I’m so sorry- I probably forgot to do it or had no inspiration-

MARVEL:

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson*

Peter Parker*

Tony Stank*

ASSASSIN’S CREED:

Shay Cormac

Edward Kenway*

Connor Kenway*

Alexios*

ATTACK ON TITAN:

Levi Ackerman

Mikasa Ackerman*

Eren Yeager*

HAMILTON:

Marie Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert Du Motier Marquis De Lafayette

Thomas Jefferson

#character masterlist

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winterwriter8845 · 7 years

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My To-Do List

Chapter 7 and 8 of The Maid and the Assassin

a ShayXReader oneshot (a wattpad request)

Chapter 32 of I Can Kiss Away the Pain (maybe?)

Choices (A modern! vampire! Jacob Frye) (might be a short story)

an Altair oneshot

an Edward Kenway oneshot (in progress)

#writing to do list #writing #assassinwriter88

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assassins-and-hidden-blades · 5 years

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This Is New

Prompt: Write something about a Edward reader fluff stuff if u can

Warnings: Slight violence, swearing, ending in fluff

A/N: 350 FOLLOWERS!!! Thank you so much! This is an old fic that I actually really like—I can’t let the celebration go without at least something lmao. Hope you guys enjoy it! :)

The sun spilt orange hues over the cloud spotted sky. What a contrast to the motives of your plan.

"This is gonna be hard, you know," you said to Edward as you climbed the stairs to the helm.

"This is new, yes, but there is nothing the two of us can't do!" You rolled your eyes teasingly. "Don't worry, lass; the documents will be ours very soon. In the meantime, tell us what you can see with a bird's eye view."

Your eyes followed his gaze up to the Crow's Nest. "Will do." With a light jog, you headed towards the lift, calmly snapping the rope and rushing up to the top of the mast. The adrenaline had started flowing. You scaled the last few bits to the top and looked back down to Edward, giving him a small wave.

You preferred it up here; the scenery really was beautiful. You should remember to bring your sketchbook next time. "Be ready, lads!" Edward called, and you looked to the fort, which seemed impenetrable.

Oh well, let's see what happens.

[#^•^#]

"Brace!"

"Shit!" You once again fell backwards, but this time slid through the railing of the nest, and you were now clinging on for dear life at an awkward angle. There were no footholds or anything you could steady yourself with. "Fuck!" You swore again, trying to lift yourself onto the platform. It was too twisted to reach for anything.

"Y/N!" That was Edward's voice.

"Yeah?" You called down, adjusting your sweaty grip.

"I'm coming! Hold on!"

"Well, I haven't got anything better to do." That last part was whispered under your breath. To your relief, Edward came relatively quickly.

"Here." His hand locked onto your wrist and as you let go he pulled you up. He was holding onto a length of rope to prevent himself from falling as he held onto you tightly. "Are you okay?"

You glanced at the blisters beginning to form on your hands. "Perfect." You smiled. "Thank you." You planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

Even though you've been lovers for a few short months, you still made him blush like a schoolboy.

A sudden rumble unsteadied you. "Dock the ship!" Edward demanded. "Let's go get those documents."

The damaged fort made for an easy entrance when following the rest of your crew through the rubble. The sight before you was utter chaos, with brawls and sword fights left, right, and centre. "There!" Edward pointed to a set of double doors around three stories up.

You followed him to a wall behind the mess. "It's way too high," you sighed, looking up at the daunting stone.

"'Too high' my arse," Edward scoffed. "Here." He firmly planted his feet and made his hands form a secure foothold for you.

"Thanks." You grasped his shoulders, placing your foot on his palms, and was about to pull yourself up when you locked eyes with his. His eyebrows squinted in a daring fashion. Without hesitation, you pecked his lips with a hidden smile. As you pulled apart, Edward smirked.

"What are you waiting for, lass?" His eyebrow cocked with subtle sass. You rolled your eyes jokingly and pulled yourself onto his shoulders. You still couldn't reach.

"You need to give me an extra boost!" You called. "Now!"

You never heard him break a sweat as he gave you momentum to leap the small distance to grasp the slightly slippery stone. Pulling yourself over the ledge, you turned around to reach for Edward's hand.

He backed up a few paces, before launching towards the wall at a lightning fast pace. You grasped each other's wrists tightly as he came thundering up the stone rather supernaturally.

Whilst you were in the process of pulling him up, you spotted a soldier heading right towards the two of you– and you stuck on your stomach with Edward around three meters off the floor (he was very skilled in wall running) was not the preferred position to be in.

"Look out!" You both yelled at each other. As if you were gazing into a mirror, you took out flintlocks and shot at the opposing threats. It was only after you took notice of both your guns pointing behind each other that you began to laugh.

You looked behind you. "My hero," you grinned, hinting at sarcasm.

"Just pull me up before my arm falls off!"

You did as you were told with ease, only hindered with slight difficulty; you and Edward were as strong as each other. "Great," you huffed. "Time for the easy part."

Edward followed you up the walls to the floor with your destination. You gestured Edward to freeze his movement whilst you peered over the top. Strangely, there was no movement outside. "Come on," you whispered, hoisting yourself up.

Edward grasped for your robes as he clambered up after you. "I don't like this, Y/N," he breathed.

"We have no choice. We'll take it as it comes, alright?" You didn't give him a chance to reply as you unsheathed your sword and headed to the door. Edward huffed in slight irritation at your eagerness, but followed nevertheless. It just didn't sit right with him.

You took a deep breath, and when Edward readied himself, you kicked open the doors, sword in your hand and a gun in Edward's. you sliced through the first man to aggressively approach. Edward mowed down everyone except for the commanding officer– the one you needed.

"Hello, mate," Edward chirped, voice laced with a sarcastic undertone. "We've come to collect something of ours." His flintlock twirled around his fingers expertly. The officer calmly raised his hands. This made Edward uneasy, but he made a good job of hiding it.

"Please, help yourself. I only ask for one thing in return."

"I'm not giving you anything," Edward sneered.

"Are you sure I can't... change your mind?"

Arms came at you from behind. One came around your neck while the other clutched at your free arm, holding it behind you. Your sword clattered to the floor. "Shite," you whispered.

Edward swung around and pointed his gun at your captor. "Let her go." His glare sent chills down your spine, and he wasn't even looking at you. You could feel muscles tense behind you; it made a smile crack at the corners of your lips.

The officer pulled out his own flintlock, aiming it at Edward. Every time you tried to struggle, your choke hold tightened. Edward pulled another gun out of his holster, holding one at each head. "What do you want?"

"I want the map to the observatory."

"What are you talking about?" He lied. "I don't have a map to an observatory."

"I think we both know that's not quite true." He clicked his fingers, and the man holding you pulled out a blade and held it to your chest. "Be a good man and put down the guns."

Edward slowly bent down and dropped the firearms to his feet, holding his hands up as he straightened. The officer gestured at the guns, and Edward reluctantly kicked them aside. "Now, what does our new helper look like?" He was circled by this new threat. The officer stopped behind him, and Edward could feel his hand clutch the fabric on the back of his head.

He leapt into action the minute his cowl slipped over his face. His elbow connected with the jaw behind him, using his other hand to sharpen the blow with force.

That was when you took your chance and stomped on your restrainer's foot, distracting him from your head butt. You disarmed him easily from then on and threw him to the ground.

"Y/N! We need to leave!" Edward had picked up his flintlocks and holstered them, ushering you out the door.

"But the documents!" You pleaded.

"Forget the documents! We need to go!" He pulled you by the arm into the light of the setting sun.

"After them!" You didn't stop to look around as you and Edward headed towards the ledge and leaped, limbs flailing more than gracefully through the air. An explosion went off behind you, and Edward came to shield you protectively, holding you close. You braced yourself for the landing and it wasn't a disappointment, but Edward's arms immediately detached from you.

The few moments under the water were too calm, not to mention freezing cold. It took a few seconds to get to the surface, and you gratefully inhaled the oxygen once you got to the top.

You looked across the water, searching for Edward. "Ed!" The lack of fabric over your head was a relief; it would have made you colder.

You waited...

And waited...

He shot up from behind you, sputtering out any water. "Are you okay?!" You asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." you swum the both of you against the slippery cliff, clutching at any handholds.

"Are you sure?"

"Fire in the hole!" Debris exploded over the ledge and Edward brought his body over yours– one arm around your waist whilst the other held onto a spare hold above you. You both closed your eyes at the inevitable splash that sent chills down both of your spines.

"I'm pretty sure a trickle just went down my neck," you laughed. Edward kissed you behind the ear in response.

"I'm glad you're alright," he turned your head slightly and moved his own to align in front of yours.

"I love you," he muttered, free hand cupping your cheek.

"I love you too." Your forehead and noses touched, and you would have loved to stay in that moment forever, if it weren't for your compromising position.

"There!" Edward pulled you under the water, completely depending on his reflexes. He gestured you to follow. When you couldn't expel any more time underwater, you tugged at Edward's foot and pointed upwards, quietly moving to the surface.

You luckily arose in front of the Jackdaw, where Adéwale was waiting for you, a rope hanging off the side. You wrapped one arm around Edward and the other around the rope while the rest of the crew pulled you both up.

The moment you got on deck you collapsed with exhaustion. "Son. Of. A. Kraken," you sighed.

Edward fell next to you. "That didn't work out as well as I imagined."

You rolled on top of him and hugged him tightly. "No, but if you're good, these next few hours might be."

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Don’t know what to write...

I really wanna write something, but I don’t know who for and what about. I wanna write something short, but I’ve never been able to do that, lol.

It doesn’t help that I’m listening to Syndicate’s soundtrack and taking me back down memory lane.

Send in suggestions and i’ll try to write something short out of it?? Try not to add too much detail, but enough to let me create a picture??? (Sorry if i’m asking too much)

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assassins-and-hidden-blades · 5 years

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I have an idea that will tick all your boxes - action featuring Edward Kenway 😊 well actually I couldn't decide on one so you could choose whichever you think will work best? I'm not expecting you to write all of them! 1) Edward's first fight 2) Edward's first kill 3) Edward's first spar with a woman (ie. Reader)

You sure know how to spoil me :P I’m gonna do them all with Edward’s first _____ with/in the presence of the Reader, because let’s face it, Edward’s first fight would be hard to determine, seeing how reckless the boy is on his own xx I hope you enjoy it!! :D

Warnings for harassment (I think) and violence, cause, you know, this isn’t just gonna be fluff lmao (though there is a lot of that in the last one) btw, the sparring one’s my favourite

Edward’s First Fight

You needed a drink—badly. Nassau, luckily, was the best place to find good liquor, and so the nearest pub would suit you greatly.

Sitting down on an empty barstool, you ordered a few shots away from the rest of the crew. You were still quite new, and being the only woman on board called for quite the interaction. You needed the alone time anyway.

You downed your fourth or fifth shot—you couldn’t quite remember—when someone took a seat beside you.

“You sure can hold your liquor,” a man said. “For a woman.”

You shot him a pointed look. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean…” he put his hands up in surrender. “I can think of plenty other ideas that a woman like yourself can do…”

You shot him a disgusted look, and continued to drink before someone knocked it out of your hand. Standing up, alarmed, you readied your stance, but a hand touched your shoulder before you could get a punch in. “Is this man botherin’ you, lass?” It was Edward.

“This isn’t any of your business; fuck off!”

You tapped out. “Yeah, he really is.”

Edward smirked at your snark and cracked his knuckles, swinging before the man could blink. He quickly ran off with his tail between his legs—and maybe a black eye or two.

“Uh, thanks.” Stunned, you tried to find the right words.

“It’s not a problem, lass. I’ll walk you back?” He held his arm out.

“I’d like that.” The crew shared smug looks as the two of you left the pub, arm in arm.

Edward’s First Kill

He was sharing a contract with you for the first time, so it was safe to say that the both of you became quite wary of each other’s capabilities.

“You sure you’re up for this, lass?” He was crouching behind cover, watching the target; a man triple your size, and maybe half of Edward’s.

“I was about to ask you the same thing. Funny, that.”you grinned cheekily before hopping a bit closer to your target, leaving Edward no choice but to follow suit.

You were first to get in position; a beam above the path he was walking along. He came under you, and you jumped, the beam breaking with your sudden force. The target looked up at the source of the crack and managed to evade all but a gash on the side of his throat. It was a good chunk, but a man of his size would still be able to live.

You, on the other hand, tumbled to the floor and began sparring where you were lying, one hand trying to sheath your hidden blade where it should have landed, and the other blocking his knife from securing you with the same fate. He was squeezing your wrist so hard, you were sure you heard your blade crack.

Edward was quick to help. With one bullet, it ripped straight through the target’s head, and you almost felt the wind of it pass you by. You pushed the corpse off of you, entirely exhausted.

“You can’t rest now, lass!” As he ran past you, he grabbed your arm, tugging you from the ground.

“Thank you!” You told him as you flees.

Edward’s First Sparring Match (with you)

“Remember what I taught you,” he prompted as you circled each other on the Jackdaw. He even made the crew place bets, the bastard. They encircled the two of you in a wide circle, cheering and laughing while Adé watched from the helm with a wide smile; he couldn’t wait to see you kick the smug Captain’s arse. The Captain’s… shirtless arse.

“Yeah, yeah. Can I punch you now?” The crew members that listened to the side conversation began ‘ooh-ing’ at the banter. You probably ended up staring for too long, because Edward responded by pulling a feign and striking your sternum, winding you.

“I believed we talked about arrogance somewhere too.” The crew laughed, and you probably would have too if you weren’t busy catching your breath. Edward went to strike again, but this time you were ready and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind him and kicking out a knee.

His free arm quickly retaliated, flying out behind him to grab your jaw, and the momentum turned him around and threw you to the ground. Your head began to spin a bit and it took you a second too long to realise that your hands were pinned above your head and Edward’s hidden blade was at your throat. “Maybe a bit more practice is in order?” In all his smug glory, he failed to predict your knee flying into his crotch. You bucked him off of you, turning the tables. Now he was the one with his hands pinned and you had your blade out.

“I think I’ve learned all the important stuff, including the fact that the fight isn’t over until the victor says it’s over, usually with the death of a loser…” you were cut off when Edward’s bent leg behind you pushed you forward until you were an inch away from Edward’s face. You had to sheath your hidden blade in order to steady yourself with your other hand.

“Or the kiss of a lover?” One of the crew wolf whistled, and overcome by shy embarrassment, you froze. Edward made the move by lifting his head to meet your lips.

You loosened the grip on his wrists with one hand and cupped his cheek with the other. It took a second for Edward to flip you over again, drawing a surprised noise from you.

“Shall we call that a draw, lass?”

And all the while, Adéwale was chuckling to himself.

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Health to the Company — Edward Kenway x F!Reader

06/05/2021: Have a ficlet. Have some fluff. As a treat.

Synopsis: Where Edward and Y/N enjoy a relaxing evening of pirate antics.

Tagging: @marshmallow--3 // @yourlocalfrenchie // @rahdaleigh // @sofiewithat /// @iceboundstar // @mythandmagik // @itseivwhore // @pink-polarfox // @missbenzayb // shoot an ask if you would like to be tagged!!

Warnings: none, just fluff + some dumb fun

Word count: ≈800

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The sun bled into the clouds; a bright pink contrasting the pale blue lit the deck of the Jackdaw in a soft hue. There was the elusive feeling of calm this evening, where the water gently lapped at the hull and the wind had retired long ago, leaving a comfortable climate to warm your skin without coaxing discomfort.

Crew mates were chatting amongst themselves, most below deck to rest, while others huddled in small groups. You enjoyed these evenings — they were all you ever wanted from this life, only, there was something missing…

“Good evening, all!” There was a sudden commotion under the deck, where a small entourage of the crew emerged. “We are here to announce the trial of the most notorious, bloodthirsty pirate of all the seven seas; Tiny Pete.”

“Oh no,” you laughed to yourself, watching with a content smile as Tiny Pete (who was not at all tiny) was led onto the raised platform in the middle of the deck. “Your honour! What were his crimes?!” You cried in a mocking tone.

The rest of the crew, now an audience, concurred with your question. “I am glad that you asked, Chief!” The one acting as a Judge pulled out a scroll of parchment, unrolling it and clearing his throat. “As of today, he has been charged with sticking cutlery in the cannons, bullying the barnacles, and eating my lunch.” He pretended to well up. “I was really looking forward to eating that, too.”

Another round of chuckles scattered around the deck. “So lads, what’s his sentence?!”

There was an immediate overlapping of voices.

“Drink the old grog!”

“Wrestle the Captain!”

“Walk the plank!”

“Climb to the Crow’s Nest!”

There was a drop in volume and a collective “Ooh…” including from yourself.

A well known fact about Not-So-Tiny Pete was that he was terrified of heights.

“You heard ’em, Petey!” The ‘Judge’ concluded. “Get to it!”

“I’d rather lick the poop deck.”

Groans of disgust sounded out. “No, you don’t!” echoed from the edge of the ship, causing you to break out into another grin.

As Pete began to bargain, you felt arms wrap around your shoulder and waist. “What crimes do we have tonight, lass?” Edward’s voice reached your ear as lips pressed against your temple.

“Giving the cannons food utensils, emotionally wounding the marine life, and lunch theft.”

He feigned shock. “The most grievous one of all.”

“Indeed.”

A sudden quiet around you caught your attention. “Tiny Pete, if you don’t accept your punishment, there will be consequences!”

“Like?”

You let out a quiet laugh. “He really doesn’t want to do it, bless him.”

“Ah, he shouldn’t have stolen James’ lunch, then. That lad can hold a grudge.”

“So what’ll it be, pirate?”

Pete sighed. “Aye, fine.”

The entire deck chorused a cheer, including you and Edward, he placed his fingers to his mouth to blow a sharp whistle.

Everyone gathered around under the reddening sunlight as Pete readied himself on the bottom of the netted shroud. That’s when the chanting began.

“Pete, Pete, Pete!”

Slowly he climbed, and got to the top of the mast.

“This is as far as I can go!” He called down, looking stuck on the wooden beam.

Edward’s chest shook with suppressed laughter. “I should go and get him, shouldn’t I?”

“I’ll get him some rum.”

Edward’s arms released you, taking the heat with him. “Alright, lads! Forget the barnacles; Pete looks just about ready to pass out!”

“Pass out? Try ‘pass away’!”

Once he got down with Pete, who received a bottle of rum for his troubles and bravery, Edward encouraged a shanty as the evening plunged into night.

“Here’s a health to the company,

and one to my lass…”

You were slowly ushered to join him, the crowd engaged as Edward twirled you towards him, as if watching a romantic play.

Candles were lit in lanterns, illuminating the deck with blankets of orange. Instruments were filling the gaps in chatter, joining in different shanties. You and Edward were enjoying the evening together alone on the stairs beside the helm, watching the crew enjoy themselves with rum and laughter.

“I wish every evening was like this one,” you sighed, almost sombre. The feeling you harboured in your chest was one of the rarer ones; one which you would chase for the rest of your life — it was the feeling of belonging, the feeling of home and contentment.

You dipped closer into Edward’s arm, who kissed your head tenderly. He couldn’t help but smile every time he looked at you; life was worth living because of the hope you gave him. Vowing to himself to seek out these moments to share with you, he spoke. “Me too, lass. Me too…”

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assassins-and-hidden-blades · 5 years

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Hello, how about head cannons of how the assassins would react to their child being cheeky/talking back? Thank you and have a good day :3 xx

(Ughhh I have to rewrite it alll!!! :()

Sure I can, Love! This is such a good idea oml.

(Also, because there are just so many assassins now, please specify which ones you prefer when requesting HCs so I don’t accidentally miss out your F/O xx)

How The Assassins React to their Child Talking Back

Alexios

Surprised at first.

Secretly proud of the sass.

“Who told you how to say that?”

“… Mater/Pater…”

“Y/N!”

Kassandra

Smirks at the bravery of her child.

“You dare defy a misthios?!”

She’d gather them up in her arms and start a play fight.

“On a more serious note, be respectful your parents.”

“Sorry, mater.”

Bayek

“Where did this come from?”

Would be slightly concerned at the unusual behaviour.

“Are you alright, Y/C/N?”

“Leave me alone, Papo.”

He would frown but oblige.

“Talk to me when you’re ready.”

Altaïr

“Do not argue with me, Y/C/N.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

“You watch your tone and respect your elders; do I make myself clear?”

He would take no shit.

Absolutely none.

And that’s probably all that can be said.

Ezio

“Tesoro, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing!”

He’d probably ask you for advice.

“They’re growing up Ezio; they’re probably fine.”

You wanted him to keep an eye on them though.

Just in case.

It was shocking the first few times, but after that he would stand up to their snark and bite back with his own.

Connor

“What are you saying?”

Connor would be so confused at how his initially quiet child is now suddenly becoming very… cheeky.

“No, you cannot.”

“Y/C/N, I said no.”

Edward

“Now, lad/lass, don’t you try that with me.”

He could handle the voracious stomping around.

He couldn’t handle the biting words though.

They definitely had your sass, that much was for sure.

They accidentally swore in front of him once.

“It’s fine when I’m not around, but when I am, I do not want to hear any of that.”

Arno

He would find you straight away.

“Y/N, there’s something wrong with Y/C/N.”

You laughed after he told you what they had said.

“They’re being cheeky, Arno; don’t take it too seriously.”

Jacob

“Um, did I hear that right?”

He would bite back.

Not one to just sit and take it, expect to find two people complaining at each other (hint: it’s Jacob and Y/C/N).

“Listen to me; it’s rude to talk like that.”

“Just because I speak like that, doesn’t mean you should.”

Evie

Evie’s child? Snarky?

Nahhhh.

Maybe a slight remark, but that would be shut down right away.

“Don’t even think about acting like your uncle.”

“Sorry, mother.”

(Oh my lord I’m sorry these are so terrible! I’ve probably hit my mark for writing today. I hope you enjoy it anyways though xx)

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Happy Halloween

For those of you who don’t prefer Connor as their first choice ;) (@marshmallow--3 / @yourlocalfrenchie )

Music was calmly slinking through the halls and into the big main rooms of your house. There was a table of drinks, snacks, and sweets that were in abundance and were begging to be eaten. You were proud at the decorations you made, placed strategically around the main rooms. The perks of having a big friendship group were evident; the house was alive with people dancing and joking in their various costumes of pirates and vampires (and the occasional sexy ____).

There was one friend who attracted your attention in particular. Their costume was extremely well executed, with the fabrics almost professionally stitched and sewn together. You took a deep breath before approaching with a friendly but timid smile, only to discover that they had made it themselves.

What made it even better?

Their outfit complemented yours perfectly. It seemed like they got tipped off from someone else (you insisted on keeping your outfit -- and feelings, for that matter -- a secret).

No matter; deep down you were delighted.

They complimented your outfit, supplying a relevant joke that only they would make. “Happy Halloween!” They raised their cup to yours in a toast. You echoed their words and mimicked their actions, before downing your drink. The night continued with you keeping close to them, dancing the entire time (or until your knees couldn’t take anymore). The mood was easy, the tone was calm, and as you stopped dancing to catch your breath, their eyes stared deep into yours. Before you knew it, you found yourself leaning in, and in a second, your lips touched. The next few seconds gave you heart palpitations. Retracting for breath, you couldn’t help but grin.

“Sorry,” you apologised, blushing at your actions.

“For what?” They replied, pulling you in for another kiss.

The rest of the night was more soft swaying instead of hardcore dancing, and your lips were permanently turned upward at the thought of this night and prospects for Christmas.

If this was Halloween, you couldn’t wait until Christmas.

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assassins-and-hidden-blades · 5 years

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Ok ok ok ok ok ok How about that: your favourite assassin(s) teaching their kid how to climb

I’m gonna make these headcannons because yEs (Y/C/N = Your Child’s Name)

How the Assassins Teach Their Child How to Climb

Alexios

He would be one to step back to let their child learn while they actually climb themselves.

They would most likely start with a tree.

Slowly but surely, they’d make their way up, with Alexios shouting words of encouragement/feedback as they go.

“Pater, I’m stuck.”

Laughing, Alexios would climb up after them, congratulating their progress and talking about their next target (their house).

Kassandra

Kassandra would start small; she would demonstrate before she would let them try themselves.

They would grow in confidence quickly, bounding up buildings before you or Kassandra could tell them to wait.

They would be quick learners, rivalling even your skill in time.

Kassandra would keep challenging them to races across the city, which they would only keep winning.

Kassandra doesn’t even need to slow down in order to lose to them.

“I win!”

“As always.”

Bayek

His child would listen to Bayek’s instructions and follow them to the letter.

They end up with perfect technique due to the fact that they listen to their father’s words.

He would sometimes watch as they challenge their friends to climb the highest.

And he smiles to himself as they try to teach their friends how to get out of any sticky situations, not at all worried about winning.

Secretly proud dad.

Altaïr

He wouldn’t be strict about it, but he would insist that his child be competent in the skill.

He would ensure that they can comfortably carry their own body weight for ease of parkour.

Yes, you heard me.

It’s go big or go home for Altaïr.

When he’s done, his child would be jumping around everywhere.

So much so during their teenage years that Altaïr has had to tell them off multiple times for inappropriately climbing around.

Most times, your teenager wouldn’t complain, but you sometimes find yourself gawking at their sudden snark.

It’s fine. It’s probably fine.

Ezio

Lessons with Ezio always turn out to be fun.

Your child is somewhat nervous at the prospect of climbing; they may be slightly scared of heights.

“There’s nothing to be scared about, tesoro. I’ll catch you if you fall.”

That’s reassuring enough for them to try.

They began to climb a tree beside the villa.

But they aren’t the strongest trees.

They reached for a certain branch, but it broke as they pulled on it.

Ezio kept his promise, and safely caught them in his arms before they hit the ground.

“Still don’t trust me?” He’d grin smugly.

“My hands hurt.”

With a loving chuckle, he’d bring their hands to his lips and gently kiss them better, walking back to the villa.

Connor

He’d keep their safety the highest priority.

He’d climb behind them, one arm always reaching out to support them if they slip.

A couple of times they stumbled, and Connor was glad that he managed to catch them.

If it became impossible to climb, he’d tell them to climb on his back as he scrambled the rest of the way up.

If they cut themselves or catch any splinters when climbing trees, he’d stop at the next break and gently stop the bleeding/ease out the splinter.

They’d always be safe, and you can definitely trust Connor with them (they do seem to have adopted your clumsiness).

“I’m aching, Papa. Can’t we go home?”

“Pain is a sign of pushing your limits. You’re growing stronger, Y/C/N.”

They secretly enjoy it.

Edward

They’d have learned to climb about the Jackdaw at a young age.

Buildings are no problem after a few practices.

Edward would watch them fly up to the Crow’s Nest in the blink of an eye.

It certainly comes in useful.

They’re extremely agile when it comes to freeing prisoners on other ships.

They are definitely stronger from above.

“Father, look out!”

Before Edward could turn around, Y/C/N would have already landed on the opponent about to strike him down.

“Well done lad/lass!”

They’re a menace on land though. Don’t let them loose or else.

Arno

There’s not much left to say at this point.

Arno wouldn’t be extremely interested in teaching their child to climb.

But he’d be extremely impressed once he sees them scaling up the Café Theatre into his office.

“Where did you learn that?”

“From you?”

“... Not bad at all.”

There would be times where it would come in useful.

Arno would probably regret not paying much attention to his child’s progress.

But he’d make up that time in other ways.

He always does.

Jacob

His child would seek out the hardest landmark possible and just start scrambling up it.

No experience at all.

It would probably be an outlet or something.

That doesn’t stop Jacob from ordering them to get down from there at once.

They’re determined to reach the top.

If their father can do it, why can’t they?

It gets to a point where Jacob exceeds worry.

It was a good idea that he stayed on the ground.

Their child’s sloppy technique caused them to slip.

Jacob caught them in time (thank the lord) but he wasn’t happy about it.

“What did I tell you?!”

It was a consequence of ambition, that was for sure.

(Damn, I’ve run out of space and can’t do Evie. Sorry everyone! I’m doing this on mobile so I’m literally unable to add any more. But I hope this is good altogether :P)

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