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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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A Christmas Dinner To Warm Cold Hearts

A Connor Kenway x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2.3K Warnings: None

Author’s Note: And we have reached the final one! 25 straight days of Christmas fics! I hope you have enjoyed it everyone! Thank you for following along! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! -Thorne

New York in the middle of winter wasn’t necessarily her favorite place to be, but to set her plans in motion, sacrifices had to be made—even if it meant freezing off her fingers and toes. With a violent shiver, she tugged at the heavy winter coat, digging her hands underneath her arms in an effort to gain some warmth. Though it did little, she felt a bit of relief as she hurried to the street corner, watching as the group of men filed out.

They seemed to still be in a discussion and to avoid their sights, she crept into a conversation between a group of people, eyes directed on the silver haired man. After a few minutes, they dispersed and she smiled as the man started his way down the other side of the street—she waited a moment then followed, hoping she could catch up to him.

She trailed him for what seemed like hours until he turned down an alley. Doing the same, she was met with an empty backstreet, and when she came out at the end, he was nowhere in sight. Her head tipped both ways as she looked for him.

“I swear I just saw him,” she whispered. “Where on earth did he go?”

A frigid bite of metal against her throat answered her question, and as she sucked in a breath, she heard in her ear, “Make any sudden movements and I will slit your throat.”

Recognizing the voice, she swallowed thickly, and knowing the stories of his ruthlessness from Connor, she understood that he would without a single hesitation, slit her throat.

Her lips suddenly felt dry and she licked them, ignoring how they seemed to freeze after. “I’m not here to cause trouble, Mister Kenway.” She murmured, hoping a soft voice would ease his tension.

His free hand dug into her waist. “Oh ho? And trailing me isn’t trouble on your part?”

A chuckle passed her lips and when she tried to turn her neck a bit to see him, he pressed the blade harder to dissuade her.

“I am looking for you, Haytham, but I’m not going to try anything.” Before he could say anything, she said, “My name is (Y/N). Your son and I are in a relationship,” she tipped her head to catch his eye and smiled, “I just want to talk.”

Haytham’s grip slipped as his steel eyes went wide. He searched her gaze for a lie, and seeming to not find one, he retracted the hidden blade and let her go. (Y/N) felt along her neck for a wound but didn’t find one. She turned around and glanced at the man.

“If you don’t mind, could we go somewhere where it isn’t snowing?” she asked and he simply turned on his heel, telling her to follow; she rolled her eyes at how commanding and pompous he looked from behind, but decided to not voice her concerns.

***

About ten minutes they walked, and he held the door to a tavern, gesturing her inside. (Y/N) walked in and instantly sighed as the warm air wrapped her in a hug that resembled Connor’s.

“Go sit in the corner,” Haytham instructed, and it took everything in her to not turn on him and tell him off for giving her orders.

Silently, she conceded and a few moments after she took her seat, he came over and sat across from her, setting two wine glasses on the table. (Y/N) picked hers up by the stem and swirled it before meeting his eyes.

“Surprising for a man who drinks ale in taverns to drink wine right now,” she remarked and took a small sip before smiling. “Mmm, sweet with honey. A good choice.”

Haytham took a sip of his wine before remembering, “You said you and my son were in a relationship?”

(Y/N) cleared her throat and nodded. “We have been for quite some time.” She had to think on it. “Three years, if I’m not mistaken. Though friends for a longer time.”

His eyes narrowed, and she wasn’t sure if it was from suspicion or thought. “How did you two meet?”

Laughing, she scratched at the old wooden table and let her eyes drift towards the doors. “Oh, he saved me from getting torn a new one by regulars some time back.”

A silver brow arched on his forehead as he surmised, “So my son’s lover is a troublemaker?”

(Y/N) felt a rather unladylike snort come from her and she countered, “Oh, not in so many words, and not like you and he do.” She winked at him. “I merely dabble in the pond while you two are sunk to your necks.”

A bark of laughter escaped him, and she felt pride at how she managed to make the almost stoic man grin. He nodded. “Touché, (Y/N).”

They fell into a silence, enjoying their wines, and when they were almost gone, he questioned, “You wished to speak with me about something?”

(Y/N) nodded and sat up straight. “Are you going to busy on Christmas Day?” she asked, and evidently, he hadn’t been expecting that because his eyes went wide.

“I beg your pardon?”

She huffed a laugh. “Christmas Day. Will you be busy?”

Haytham’s eyes narrowed, and this time she knew it was in suspicion. “And you are asking why?” he challenged, and she rolled her eyes.

“Well, I was going to ask you if you’d like to have dinner with the two of us.” (Y/N) reasoned.

As if she’d slapped him across the face, his jaw went slack from shock and he fell into a stillness, her simply staring and waiting for an answer.

When he finally found himself again, a look of pure confusion came over him. “You…are inviting me…to dinner?” he repeated.

“I am,” she answered with a smile.

“…Why?”

(Y/N) inhaled deeply and reclined in her seat, gazing at the back of her hands. “Ratonhnhaké:ton and Achilles aren’t exactly seeing eye to eye now that the two of you are working together,” she explained and with a sad look, she added, “I figured that maybe if the two of you shared a holiday dinner that…well that…” she trailed off and shook her head. “Neverm—”

“No,” Haytham interjected. “Tell me.”

She met his eyes and with a sudden rush of confidence, she said, “I want the two of you to spend at least one night acting like a family.”

His eyes went wide, but (Y/N) didn’t stop. “You both are so rude and disrespectful to each other, and I understand it’s because neither of you know how to act as you’ve both grown without knowing one another, but still,” she stressed, “You are father and son, and even if you are on different sides, it’s the Christmas season and you should be a family.”

Rising from her seat, she yanked out her coin purse and pulled out a single pound and a scrap of paper. “Here,” she pointed out. “For the drink.”

He took them both but raised the paper. “What’s this?”

(Y/N) glanced at him. “Directions to my cottage at the Davenport Homestead.”

“Are you sure it’s wise to give this to me?” Haytham murmured, but she placed her palm flat on the table and got in his face.

“If you send someone after me, he’ll kill them and then you without a second thought,” (Y/N) warned before standing up and continuing, “You’re a bastard, sure, but not that much.” She nodded at the scrap. “Be there by seven…please.”

And she left him without another word.

***

It wasn’t a struggle to keep him away from the door, but it was certainly one to keep him from putting his fingers in the food. For what seemed like the millionth time, she whacked at his hand, but he was much too quick and dodged her, sticking out his tongue.

“Stay out of that, Ratonhnhaké:ton!” she hissed. “It’s not time to eat yet!”

He let his head loll back and sighed. “But Otsi’tsa, I am hungry.”

(Y/N) snorted and shoved at his stomach, nodding at the table before handing him a platter of venison. “Go,” she commanded. “And don’t sneak a piece!”

Connor groaned and did as she asked, but when he set down the plate, he noticed an extra plate. “(Y/N), are we having a guest for dinner?”

She turned around and faced the fireplace, gnawing at her lips as she searched for an answer. “Uh…sort of?” She could hear the confusion in his voice.

“What do you mean ‘sort of’?” he asked, and before she could respond, a knock was at the door.

They turned and she hurried to it before he could, cracking it open slightly. Connor saw the corner of her lip turn up and she opened the door fully, letting the person inside. His amber eyes went wide when his father removed his tricorn and hung it on the coat hanger, his cloak and jacket following.

(Y/N) tossed him a sheepish grin and hesitated, “…Merry Christmas?”

All her lover could manage was, “Why?”

She sighed. “Oh my god, it’s Christmas, you two.”

Haytham scoffed and glared at her. “I showed up, did I not?”

Connor cut her off with a hiss. “I can show you out if you would like.”

“Boys,” she scolded, and at that, they both turned on her with equal looks of disrespect; she rolled her eyes. “Please, let’s just sit at the table and eat dinner.”

Father and son stared one another down for a full minute before taking their seats, and (Y/N) hoped it would remain civil.

***

Surprisingly, dinner did remain fairly civil, only a few moments where she had to soothe Connor’s anger—and kick Haytham in the shin underneath the table, no doubt he’d have bruises in the morning.

They sat by the fireplace, her and Haytham with a mug of cider in their hands, Connor drinking hot chocolate—she had to elbow his father in the side before he could say something that would no doubt set her lover off.

It was a peaceful moment before Connor questioned, “Why did you come, father?”

Her eyes darted to Haytham who simply gazed into the fireplace, the golden glow making his steel eyes shimmer. “Because (Y/N) invited me,” he simply returned.

She let out an exaggerated cough. “Liar.”

Haytham glowered at her and she shifted her eyes between him and Connor. Finally, he sighed and revealed, “I thought…that you and I should spend the holidays together.”

Connor huffed a laugh, sarcastically countering, “What, because we are family?”

His father gazed at him with clear eyes. “Yes.”

It was the most honest she’d ever heard the man be, and even she was as surprised as Connor was, who simply turned meek and looked at the fireplace with a quiet, “Oh.”

(Y/N) watched Haytham stare at his feet as he murmured, “This is the first time in…decades…that I have spent a holiday with…family.” A rare smile came across his lips. “I have…enjoyed it.”

She glanced at Connor and nudged him gently in the side, giving him a smile when he looked at her; after a moment, he sighed and said, “As have I.”

Watching the two give each other truthful and heartful smiles, she stood and announced, “I have final gifts for you two.”

Their eyes followed her curiously as she walked to a shelf and came back with two boxes, one red, the other blue. She handed the red to Haytham and the blue to Connor.

“Here, open them,” she smiled.

Doing so, they ripped the paper and opened the boxes to see a simple ribbon in each box, Haytham’s ribbon red, and Connor’s ribbon blue.

(Y/N) tapped Connor’s and explained, “There’s an inscription on each ribbon. I had them made in Boston a while ago.”

Haytham picked it up and started examining it. “What does it say?”

“It says, ‘You need glasses’,” Connor quipped, and she snorted when his father glared at him, then looked to her and waited.

(Y/N) leaned on her lover’s shoulder and replied, “They both say, ‘True wisdom comes to each of us when we realize how little we understand about life, ourselves, and the world around us.’” She glanced at them. “A testament to the fact that you both know so much about the world and it’s realities, yet you still understand so little.”

She almost laughed at how their faces pinched exactly the same, and she added, “And because I hope that when you wear them, you remember it and make better choices.”

“Who said I make bad choices?” Connor suddenly asked and (Y/N) cocked a brow.

“Uh, the Boston Tea Party?” she hinted, and he scowled.

“There was a purpose in that,” he countered.

“Yes, destroying good tea,” Haytham argued. He sighed and placed the top back on the box, and she stopped Connor before he could say something about his lack of thanks.

He stood to his feet and made his way to the door, starting to dress in his jacket and cloak. (Y/N) handed him his hat and he looked at the two of them.

“Thank you for inviting me,” he said, placing the tricorn atop his head. “I have enjoyed tonight.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Thank you for being here tonight.”

Haytham turned to the door, but as his hand gripped the doorknob, he glanced over his shoulder. “I will be having New Year’s dinner at my home in Virginia, if you two would like to come.”

She nodded. “I would love to.” His gaze shifted to his son.

Connor took a moment, obviously wrestling with himself before he nodded. “Yes…I would like to be there as well.”

His father gave them a rare and true smile before tipping his head. “I shall see you there.”

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alippy711 · 6 years

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Falling Away With You-Ch.12

Chapter Twelve: Twins Night Out

“I can’t remember the last time we went to dinner just us”

I peered over my menu at Matt as he stared off, presumably trying to remember how long it had actually been.

“Honestly, I think it was before the season started. We are way over due for this” He smiled and nodded as the waitress came over dropping off our drinks.

It was a rare Friday night where both Matt and I were free and we jumped on the opportunity to head into the city for dinner and see what trouble we could get into. The two of us are as much a force on our own as we are with a group of friends.

“I feel like we haven’t talked all week, how are things with Evan?” I placed my menu on the table taking a long sip from my drink preparing to catch Matt up.

“Things are really great. Last weekend I hung out with him and Jared then we went to dinner the other night. I don’t know everything is just so...” I paused trying to think of the right word, “Easy with Evan”

“And they aren’t easy with pasta?”

“Some aspects are, we get along so easily and our personalities mesh really well, but what I worry about with David I don’t have to deal with when it comes to Evan” I shrugged hoping I was making some sense with my rambling.

“What do you worry about?”

“For starters Evan isn’t in the NHL which means our schedules are easier to work around and I can see him whenever. He also doesn’t leave the country for 3-4 months out of the year and I don’t have to worry about other girls.”

“Yeah but you sort of put yourself in that situation” His bluntness took me by surprise.

“I realize that. Its more the fact that Evan isn’t seeing any other girls because he wants a relationship.”I couldn’t be mad at his comment, it was true and Matt’s probably the only person who can get away with it.

“Do you want a relationship with Evan?” Matt’s eyes searched mine as he asked the million-dollar question.

“That’s what I need to figure out. We both know Evan is an amazing guy and I really like him. I love spending time with him, he’s everything im looking for…” My voice trailed off and I had to turn away from Matt’s piercing glance.

“But…”

“But no matter what David is always on my mind. I can’t shake him despite how hard I try. I haven’t seen him in a week and I feel like a part of me is missing.”

I picked up my drink, downing the contents in the glass as I pushed out a frustrated sigh annoyed at how much of an effect David had on me even when I wasn’t with him.

“Have you really been trying though?” He asked tilting his head to the side with a glare. I opened my mouth to speak but thought twice, knowing Matt would see through my lie.

“If you feel that way doesn’t it change things with Evan?”

“Nope. My feelings toward David don’t change his no relationship stance.”

“Basically you’re saying if David wanted a relationship there would be no question who you would pick.” It wasn’t a question but a statement and knew there was no reason to argue it.

“Unfortunately that isn’t the situation. I like Evan and want to see where it could go, but I can’t quit David, I need him to do something fucked up forcing me to cut him off” I pushed out an ironic laugh, knowing how messed up that sounded.

“You realize you’re essentially admitting to not having the ability to tell David no, right?”

“Completely aware. Im too far gone to pull away from him on my own. He’s my Achilles heel” He let out a low whistle understanding the gravity of my feelings for David.

Matt knew I was admitting to loving him without saying the words, he knew me. He looked between our empty glasses then flagged down our waitress as she walked away from another table.

“Could we get another round, please? Oh and two kamikaze shots”

“Of course, I’ll be right back with those, and your food should be up in a minute” My eyes were wide when he turned back to me and I noticed the glint in his eyes which could only mean trouble.

“Don’t give me that look, you need this”

I stumbled into the bone chilling winter air thankful for the reprieve from the stifling bar as my body buzzed from the alcohol. I was mid step when Matt’s hand came down hard on my shoulder yanking me back onto the sidewalk.

“Jesus Ash, pay attention you’re gonna get run over!” He yelled as a car zoomed by us.

“They should know to stop for me” I could hear my drunk voice and winced, it was definitely time to leave.

“Here, you need this slice more than me” I thanked him graciously taking the slice of Regina’s Pizza from him and downing it faster than my first slice. I watched him type furiously away on his phone and I looked down at my phone with a sudden urge to text David, another sign I was drunk.

“Ok the uber has been ordered” Matt smiled swaying slightly and I was thankful that he was as drunk as me, though he was probably a 7 to my current 9 on a 10 scale.

“Actually, can you order me a separate one?” The words came off my tongue before the thought was fully formed in my mind. His brow went up in question as his eyes narrowed to slits trying to figure me out.

“I wanna go crash with our little sis. She’s out at some BU party and I told her I would come by if we didn’t leave too late.” He continued to eye me suspiciously and I knew I needed to sell this.

“I haven’t seen Addie all week and if im going to be successful at distancing myself from David then there’s no one better to help with that than you two” I mentally patted myself on the back, I may have been drunk but that seemed pretty legit to me.

He huffed out a breath and pulled up his uber app. “Fine, but only because I know you haven’t been texting him tonight, because I’ve watched you like a hawk.” I flashed my best angelic smile and pushed down the voice in my head telling me this was a horrible idea. It had been a good three hours since Matt and I decided my best plan of action would be to limit my time alone with David, yet here I was…

I couldn’t help but think how inevitable this scenario was as I fumbled with his key. Anytime I made logical plans while drinking the opposite was more likely to occur. I also had a feeling Matt knew what I was up to, I mean he knew me better than anyone else, but I was currently too drunk to care. It had been eight days since I last saw David which meant logic was out the door. I walked into the mostly dark and quiet house, granted it was almost 1 in the morning with the only light on the first floor coming from the living room where I began my search.

“Pasta, where are you?”

My words rang out loud against the stillness as I walked past the stairway down the hall that led to the kitchen and living room. No answer. I walked further into the kitchen turning towards the living room when my eyes fell on the empty bottle of wine and two glasses on the coffee table. My heart began to race and I shook my head trying to rid my mind of every horrible thought currently flooding my brain. Jakub was still in town im sure the two of them had some wine, no need to go crazy. Unfortunately, the closer I came to the table the more I realized the over reaction was warranted because unless Jakub started wearing red lipstick I had just walked into my worst nightmare.

My eyes scanned the room and I spotted a woman’s winter coat hanging across one of the kitchen chairs. I immediately felt dizzy and grabbed hold of the couch as a wave of nausea washed over me. I took a few deep breaths trying to calm the sickness in my stomach, butI was failing. I turned, and as quietly and quickly as possible hustled back towards the front door but that’s when I heard it. My eyes drifted up the staircase as soft moans trickled down from above and there was nothing that could hold back the sickness now.

The tears were spilling over my cheeks in seconds while the nausea grew stronger forcing me to bolt towards the bathroom. I made it to the toilet just in time to release everything I had consumed that day as the pit in my stomach continued to grow while my heart broke. I had a million thoughts bouncing around in my head but the overwhelming need to get the fuck out of his house was the most prominent. I cleaned myself up, splashing water on my face and in my mouth before heading out of the bathroom.

I reached in my purse for my phone but found my keys first and stared at David’s key hanging off one of the rings. In my current drunken emotional state, I made the split-second decision to unhook the key from its place, walk back into the kitchen and toss it onto the counter before booking it towards the front door. I was steps away from freedom when a flood of light entered from the hallway where the guest room was.

“David?”

I heard Jakub’s voice call out as I swung open the door hoping it would block his view and hustled down the hallway of the building, not wanting him to see me. I went past the elevator and straight for the stairs in case Jakub followed me out. I leaned against the cement wall needing a minute to compose myself. My entire body was shaking, my heart racing and the tears were still falling, I was certain I looked like an absolute train wreck. It felt like my heart was shattering into a million little pieces as what just happened played on a loop in my mind. I pulled out my phone and dialed Addie’s number, knowing I couldn’t go home since I was technicallyat her place anyway.

“Hey Ash, what’s up?” Addie spoke

“Ad I need you to come get me” My voice broke between fits of crying.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok? Where are you? Aren’t you with Matt?” I could hear the panic in her voice as a million questions spilled from her mouth.

“Im at David’s. Pleasedon’t ask, just come get me.” I pleaded trying to contain my crying. She let out a heavy sigh and I heard her rummaging around before she spoke.

“Leaving now be there in 10.”

“Th-thank you” I stuttered hanging up the phone. I slowly made my way down to the lobby of the building needing the time to compose myself knowing I would have to face the concierge when I left the building. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and answered it without looking at the ID.

“Im here”

“Walking out in two seconds” I hung up the phone and pushed open the stairwell door revealing the brightly lit lobby, the noise gaining the attention of the man behind the desk. He smiled but it quickly faded as he caught a glimpse of my clearly rough state and opened his mouth to speak but I beat him to it.

“Have a good night” I said hustling past him towards the front doors fixated on Addie’s car. I could feel her eyes on me the second I sat down but I couldn’t look at her yet.

“Just give me a minute”

I begged trying to will the tears in my eyes to stop falling as I already had a massive headache from my previous crying bouts. I saw her nod her as she put the car in drive and headed back towards the other side of the city.

I picked at my manicure while she watched me from her desk chair while I explained the disaster once I left Matt.

“Do you think Jakub saw you?”

I shrugged, “Dunno, he definitely saw someone, but I don’t think he knew it was me, ya know?” She nodded giving me that look that told me she was trying to think of a nice way to say something.

“Just spit it out Ad’s”

She sighed, opened her mouth to speak but closed it and got up from her spot to come join me on the bed. She slapped lightly at my hands making me stop picking at my nails before finally speaking.

“I just don’t get why you went over there, things are going so well with Evan and you’ve cut back on spending time with David. So why?” She pleaded with me trying to figure out what I had been questioning ever since I told the uber driver to go to his place instead of hers.

“I don’t know, I was drunk and the first person to pop in my head was him, not Evan.” I sighed knowing that was the simple truth. My heart wanted David but my head wanted Evan. I wasn’t about to get into the same conversation with her that I had with Matt only hours before.

“I feel like-” She was cut off as my phone began to vibrate on the bedside table I reached over only to see David’s name flash across the screen.

“Fuck, the key” Realization flashing across my face. I looked back down at the phone hitting the side button muting the call and refocused my attention to Addie who was looking at me confused.

“I fucking took his key and left it on the kitchen counter before I left. He clearly just saw it.” I groanedlayingmy head in my hands.

“That was a dumb fucking decision, he’s not going to stop calling”

Her words were barely off her tongue when my phone started going off again. I held it up for her and she shot me a told-ya-so look as I released a frustrated groan. I muted the ringer again and tossed it on the floor.

“Ash..” She dragged out my name and I broke eye contact with her looking down at the blanket I was wrapped in.

“I know; I need to figure my shit out. Everything’s a fucking mess. But im done dealing with it tonight, im going to sleep.” She dropped it after that, knowing I had hit my limit for the day.

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