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Repressed Emotions | Haytham Kenway

"Oh god."

You muttered under your breath, your eyes going wide at what Charles Lee had informed you of. As the Grandmaster, you had obviously known someone was going to try to kill him eventually, but this, this was too soon. Charles had intercepted a letter about an Assassin traveling to Boston to end Haytham's life, stumbling into your small office and rambling on about how Haytham was in danger. The assassins were extinct, how was this even possible? You flew out of your chair and bolted out of the Green Tavern, managing to almost run into a few drunks on the way. You took off down the dark and abandoned roads, your mind racing with all sorts of horrible thoughts and your heart beating out of your chest. You knew he could handle himself in a sticky situation, but he had no idea the looming threat this assassin posed so he was practically defenseless against them.

Turning a few corners and winding your way through the streets as the moonlight casted it's light down upon you, your legs gradually grew tired and screamed at you to stop and rest. But you couldn't, your mind wouldn't let you slow down and so you pushed on through the cramping in your legs. But a thought occurred to you, Haytham could be anywhere in Boston. Slowing to a stop as your legs started to grow sore, your mind rushed through all the possible places he could be. He obviously wasn't at the Green Dragon, you had just come from there. You didn't really know if any other places Haytham liked to go, he was all about his work after all. Suddenly a light bulb went off inside your head, finally remembering Haytham had said he had a meeting at the Town Hall  tonight and wouldn't be back until later on in the evening. You started off again and your heart pounded as your Templar robes swished in the night.

What felt like forever but was only a few minutes later, you fast approached the Town Hall, you heaved yourself up the stairs as fast as you could and slammed yourself into the wood doors to open them. The main hall was dark, save for a light coming from the bottom of a door at the end of the hall. With your chest heaving and eyes as wide as saucers with anticipation, you screamed out one name. "Haytham!" You resumed your movement and fast walked down the dimly lit hallway, but you were halfway to the door when it swung open. "Y/N?" Haytham stepped out of the room, his face contorted in confusion as his hands raised a little ways in front of him to brace for your fast approaching figure. You broke out into a run and slammed your body into his, wrapping your arms around his neck as your chest still heaved to get oxygen into your deprived lungs.

"Oh, thank god." You breathed out as your nose recognized the smell that could only be Haytham. You buried your face into his shoulder, having to stand on your tippy toes to reach him. The world seemed to fade away as Haytham reciprocated your embrace, wrapping his strong arms around your basically shaking frame as he tilted his head down towards your neck, inhaling your scent as well as you both embraced one another. The people Haytham was meeting with must have left because by the time you pulled away and took a peek inside the room, no one was in there or around you. With your hands still wrapped around his neck, you peered up into his steel gray eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked quickly, immediately thinking you were hurt or someone was killed. You shook your head, swallowing down the bundle of nerves in your throat. "Charles told me about an assassin who was traveling to Boston to kill you. I came as soon as I could." You told him, still panting heavily as Haytham's eyes widened at the news that he could have been killed tonight had you not come. "I feared the worst." Your eyes started watering against your wishes, and you almost broke down on him but tried with all your might not to.  Your hands found their way from around his neck to his collar, and you balled your fists into the fabric as you looked everywhere except his eyes.

"I'm alright, I assure you." He spoke so softly, the action surprising you slightly since he had never spoke like that to you or anyone before. "Are you sure?" You asked him, looking up and finally meeting his gaze to find he was already staring at you. As the Templar Grandmaster, Haytham would never be one hundred percent safe. But after years of honing his skills, and his father being an Assassin, and you knew he was a tough man to kill but that still didn't make you worry any less. "I'm sure, Y/N." His tone was still soft, taking in the fact that you were on the verge of a mental breakdown because of him. Suddenly aware that you both were still tangled up together from you bursting into the Hall, your cheeks were tinted pink as you cleared your throat and stepped back. "Well, I'm glad you're not dead, cause-cause that wouldn't be good for the-the Order so....." you stuttered as you rambled on, trying to make this less awkward but failing miserably and seeming to make the situation worse. But if Haytham noticed he didn't say anything, opting to chuckle instead. "I am too. Thank you for running across town in the dead of night to save me, you are a true friend Y/N." He said, a smile on his face as he laid his hand upon your shoulder.