Baby it's Cold Outside [Haytham Kenway/Reader]

Baby it's Cold Outside

[ Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Hair Colour, E/C = Eye Colour]

  Connor tried to kill his father and almost did... But then he realised - why would his father leave his hands free? Haytham knew of Connor's hidden blades, yet, he didn't seem to care about his hands being free to do whatever they wanted. Connor decided to punch his father, who was unconscious after a few hits. He brought him to his home and let Dr. Lyle treat his injuries. That's when Y/N met him. Even though she was mostly kept to herself, hunting, farming, she occasionally helped the good doctor, as his drinking didn't completely stopped, when he moved to the homestead.

  While Haytham was out of game, Connor looked all over for Charles Lee, and was successful. Leedied by the assassin's hand and the Templar order assumed that Haytham was dead too. Chaos emerged and the order fell, Connor made sure of that.

  Meanwhile, Haytham woke up. Unknown bed, in an unknown room, with an unknown woman wrapping a clean bandage over a large cut on his forearm. He observed her, pretending to still be asleep. She was rather enchanting, really. She didn't wear a hat, so her lovely H/C hair was framing her face like a veil.
"How are you feeling?", she spoke and Haytham wondered just how she knew about his consciousness. He decided there was no reason to deny: "I .. Uh... ", just now he realised the massive headache and the pain that seemed to throb into his left knee. "Wh... Where am I?", he asked, very slow. She observed him, for a while, big E/C eyes roaming around his body, half naked, half wrapped in bandages and covers. "You're in Davenport's manor... Connor brought you here, about two days ago."
At the sound of Achilles' surname he flinched, but he was openly shocked about hearing the name of his son. Awkward silence filled the room for a while and the lady now finished wrapping up his forearm.

  She then casually spoke: "You were wounded... Hit in the head, not fatally. You were out for quite a while, though. Your knee was also... well, not broken, but even Terry knew legs just don't bend that way... " her last sentence ended with a little mischievous tone. Haytham tried his hardest to smile, although the pain made it a bit hard. "Well, there's nothing as pleasant as seeing a beautiful maiden upon waking up. What happens to be your name, if I may ask?" He saw the corners of her lips curl: "My name is Y/N... Lovely to meet you, master Kenway... "

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  "Hello, father." Said Connor as he entered the room Haytham was lying in. "Connor." He greeted. There was a little bit of silence between the men, as neither of them knew, what exactly to say. "The Templar order has fallen. I killed Charles Lee and those few, who wanted to take your and his place", he said after a while. Haytham spoke: "Congratulations. You have destroyed 20 years of my work" Though, there wasn't any anger in his voice, he even smirked a bit.

  "Why didn't you kill me?" Asked Haytham, "You could have. Instead, you brought me to your home, like I wasn't an enemy." The assassin stepped closer. "I could say the same... You knew I could have killed you... And you let me." The silence kicked in again, then the younger man went for the door: "Try to rest now, father. I'll send Dr. Lyle, or Y/N over. When you're in better condition, we shall talk." And then he left.

- Three days later -

  It was a curious talk, the two shared. There was a lot of spaces between sentences, as if they both we're scared of mines lying over the field of conversation, but a deal was born - Haytham, very unhappily, swore to give up the Templar order and swore his alliance to the homestead. In exchange, Connor would let him live there, in peace. He was even hopeful, his father would later consider working with him - God knew, that with Haytham on his side, the brotherhood was unstoppable.

  The men were still rather... Awkward, when it came to their relationship, but decided to drown the past and focus, on the future. Haytham shared a talk with Achilles, which, given the men were now older and experienced, proved fruitful. That means no fight was included, although the exchange of words was still rather bitter. And who could be surprised, really.