#conhayth fic

[conhayth-archive]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Haytham Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor Characters: Haytham Kenway, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor Additional Tags: Character Study, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Father-Son Relationship, Father/Son Incest, First Kiss, Hand Jobs, Blood and Injury, Age Difference Summary:

«Why do you even care so much?! I'm your enemy!».

Haytham was silent for a moment.

Little did Connor know that, during his hanging, it was Haytham who saved him - it was one of his daggers that cut the rope Connor had around his neck.

He didn't know much Haytham felt disgusted by the barbaric treatment that scum had given him.

About the fear he'd felt, thinking about the death of his only son and how relieved he was to see Achilles in the audience, knowing that there was a rescue mission and that no, Connor wasn't going to die that day.

#conhayth #realising I haven't kept up to date with the latest fics!!

[wetemplarsnow]

really surprised how invested i still am in conhayth a year on given my generally fandom flakey nature

so the bad thing is not having completed a fic

the good thing is learning to write is fun and becoming way more comfortable with the idea of posting said writing

#smut is my cop out for not yet being able to write a decent story #come now cry later #/fic writing

[sleepyfan-blog]

How about #7 ('All I see is you') of the Song Lyric Prompts for ConHayth? uwu

pairing: Conhaythwarnings: father/son incest, modern AU, CEOxVet AUwords: 2,884

@balsaminaceae

​summary: Haytham visits Connor at work

Connor was having lunch in the breakroom of the research facility that he’d been working in for the better part of a year and a half. His father’s plans for having Abstergo offer some low-cost veterinary clinics in New York City – as well as in a couple of other cities were well on their way to being fully implemented – and they were starting to hire staff for it, and while Connor wanted very much to apply for one of those positions… He’d bonded with Corbin – one of the eagles that the research facility was doing behavioral studies on. The fact that he could see through the eagle’s eyes was something of a great deal of interest – not just with his supervisor, but with the rest of the research team. They had asked him an awful lot of questions –many of which were dizzyingly confusing and others he refused to answer without asking Haytham if he should answer first… As they pertained to the strange second sight ability, and as Connor suspected that his father had it as well, the young man was… Unwilling to speak of it, without Haytham being fine with him answering those questions as well.  

His uncertainty and reticence hadn’t gone well with his research partners – and he had noted more than a couple of suspicious glares from his supervisor as well. Although what they thought that he was hiding beyond not being comfortable answering what little he did know about the strange ability… Connor had no idea, and while the young man would normally just ask Haytham outright – as the two of them had been living together for the better part of six months now… His father was half-way across the world, taking part of an international business conference that many high-powered CEOs were attending, and had been for over a week. Connor missed his beloved dearly, and though they had been able to text one another occasionally – it wasn’t anywhere near close to what he wanted… Especially since they weren’t able to have texting conversations for more than an hour or two, as the time zones that the two of them were living in were so badly mismatched. Haytham wasn’t sure how long the conference was going to be – and to make matters worse his father had also implied that he might be staying longer than the end of the conference, depending on whether or not he was able to make connections with one or more of the CEOs who were based in that city or country… So then he would stay and hammer out some sort of business thing that would be beneficial to both of their companies.  

The radio was playing quietly in the far corner – it was set to an older music station, and the world seemed to be out to make him miserable – as a maudlin love song started to play – just as Connor was checking his phone, in the hopes that Haytham had answered his phone – which the other had yet to do so… Prompting a long, unhappy sigh to leave him as he stared morosely at the delicious lunch that he had been picking at for the better part of ten minutes, unwilling to eat and not hungry anyways. The young man sighed again, pushing the salad away from him as he folded his arms on the table as he pressed his cheek against one of his forearms, as he continued to stare at his phone, willing Haytham to suddenly respond to him. With his colleagues exiling him socially for reasons the young man could only vaguely guess at, and his father being so unavailable (though for good reasons…) he was terribly, terribly lonely…  

“Hey, are you alright Connor? You look a little down.” Salai asked, frowning a little at him as the other moved closer. They were a new addition to one of the other research teams – and the only person who would actually talk to him, since he’d been unable and unwilling to answer his own team’s questions about the strange ability he had – as he didn’t know how he’d been able to bond with Corbin, only that he’d managed to do so accidentally.  

“Oh… It’s just… I miss my boyfriend. He’s been at a business conference for a while… It’s out of the country so it’s not like we can really talk and…” Connor answered with another unhappy sigh. With a concerted effort of will, he straightened up, looking at the other and asking “How are you, Salai?” 

 "I… Oh… I understand what it’s like to miss your beloved. I… I had been dating someone for years – he was a few years older than me, but oh… He was brilliant, warm and amazing. But I… I found out that he was in love with another, and though he was… Fond… Of me… It was this other person who held his heart so completely. I… I broke things off with him, as it was terribly unfair of me to ask him to stay with me, as though he did love me… I didn’t seem to be quite enough for him.“ The Italian responded, looking utterly miserable and unhappy.

Connor’s heart lurched painfully, and he shoved away any anxiety or worries that started to spring to mind “I… Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that, Salai… I know that it’s a rather trite thing to say…”  

“But I know that you genuinely mean what you say.” Salai responded, sitting down next to the empty chair next to him, answering with a tiny smile “I… I broke up with my former boyfriend several months ago. I’ve heard rumors about your mysterious boyfriend from the others. How you talk so happy about him, but you never mention a name.”  

Connor shrugged a little, still somewhat distracted by the maudlin tone of the love song, reminded strongly of the years he'd spent on the small town run by anarchists, as he really had missed his father every day... and the only person he'd ever seen in a romantic sense was Haytham – not that had changed in the least. "No one's asked – besides... You know what Abstergo's policy is, regarding dating fellow employees is..."  

"Ah, but I heard that your mysterious Vampire doesn't work in the building – that he was part of the business side? Or was he one of Abstergo's lawyers? Or so the rumors have whispered." Salai responded, a small smile appearing on his face "And, since no one has apparently asked... What's your boyfriend's name? I promise that I won't tell."  

There was no good answer to that question, and Connor knew it. He shouldn't have spoken more about Haytham... But how could he not, when the source of his unhappiness stemmed from the fact that his beloved was so far away? "I... It's not that I don't trust you, Salai... It's just that... You know what the fraternization policy is with Abstergo and I'd rather not mess anything up, you know?" That and though he could technically use his father's middle name – Edward – instead of his first name, as the latter was much more common... Trying to call the other by his middle name, even as a not-quite lie to one of his coworkers felt... Wrong.  

The Italian hummed a little, nodding and smiling amicably "If that's how you feel... I understand. But... And I'm not trying to say that your guy is doing the same that mine was... But sometimes some of the so-called business trips that he took weren't business at all... But rather visiting his other lover. Not that I blame the other lover – he was under the impression that the two of us were in an open relationship as he's poly, and the two of us had met before. Ezio thought that our initial meeting was him meeting me as one of my boyfriend's steady lovers."  

Connor blinked a little in surprise, dark eyes widening a little as he connected the dots – as Salai had seemed vaguely familiar – as one of the anarchists who had several hunting dogs was named Ezio – and was dating both Sofia and Leo – and the latter had a boyfriend named Salai. The chances that this man and the one that he was thinking of were the same person were... Unusual – but Salai worked in the same field that the possible-other Salai did and... "… Your old boyfriend wasn't Leonardo Vince, was it? And his other boyfriend – Ezio Auditore – about six inches shorter than me, black hair, dark eyes and a grin full of mischief?"  

"I... Yes... How did you...?" Salai sputtered, eyes widening a little "How did you know?"  

"When two of Ezio's hunting hounds went into labor, I was the vet who delivered both litters. I also oversaw both litters' shots and vet visits, while I was working at that clinic. He really had no idea that the two of you were in a monogamous relationship as he's many things... But though he flirts with anything on two legs, he tries very hard not to be a homewrecker." Connor responded, a small smile appearing on his face. "Ezio found you to be quite charming, and spoke of you to me a couple of different times, actually."  

"I... Oh... That's flattering. And you're absolutely right about Ezio... He was... Is, quite the charmer. I wouldn't have minded sharing Leo, if he had only talked to me." The Italian responded unhappily, shifting a little closer to Connor, looking as if he was about to start crying.  

"Err..." The younger man responded, uncertain if he should try to reach out to Salai and lightly pat the other on one shoulder, or to politely look away so that he had a couple of moments to compose himself without being watched by someone.  

Before he could decide either way, the head researcher of Connor's department poked her head into the breakroom and ordered, looking anxious, voice pitched low but tense "Salai – get back to your station. Hill come with me. Kenway himself is visiting the facility, and he wants to meet you – since you were the one who was able to bond with one of the eagles. Perhaps you'll answer his questions, if not ours."  

The young man flinched a little, startled by the darkness in her voice, but nodded, getting up and following her out of the breakroom, startled that Haytham was actually here – and though he'd have liked a bit more forewarning by his beloved... It should be nice to see the other again... Besides, his surprise at the CEO being there was just as genuine as everyone else's. "Of course boss. And as I said earlier, it's not because I won't answer your questions... It's that I don't know how, and I can't answer them, ma'am."  

~  

As his boss had said, Haytham was there, looking unfairly handsome in a well-tailored suit, watching several of the eagles fly around in their large enclosures. Connor wanted very much to enthusiastically greet his beloved, it would be wildly inappropriate for him to do so in this setting, not in the least because his boss was starting to speak with Haytham, which was why he was staying quiet while listening attentively, catching the end of what she was saying.  

"And as I have stated in my report, the only member of any of the teams who have been working with the eagles, only one of them has been able to bond with one of the birds as the... Long held rumors whisper is potentially possible. Ratonhnhaké:ton Hill, the young man behind me, is the one. He claims that he had contact with the eagle when the two of them had been younger – and has of yet, been unwilling – or unable – to explain how or why he was able to bond with the eagle – and to see through the eagle's eyes. He did once take Corbin out of the facility, although why he never did explain, beyond the apparent need of the other's ability to fly to search for something." His boss stated, her voice a little sharp with irritation.  

Connor tried desperately not to fiddle with his hands, looking down and away from the both of them as he waited to be asked something to speak. The three of them were the only ones who were in the observation area, the young man noted.  

"Anarchists – the very people who had kidnapped me almost two years ago – had taken something that I... Could not afford to lose. Connor used Corbin to find who had the Object in question, taken it back from said anarchist and took it to where I was – as another of their group had nearly managed to kill me." Haytham responded, voice firm, catching both of their's full attention. His boss gasped in shock and horror, and the younger man shivered, wincing in pain at the awful memories associated with that day – as his beloved had very nearly died that day.  

"I... I see. But who is this Connor you are referring to, sir?" His boss asked, frowning a little in confusion.  

Connor cleared his throat a little, scuffing one of his feet against the floor, answering uncertainly "Ratonhnhaké:ton is my middle name. My first name is Connor."  

"And Hill is his mother's maiden name – which is the one on his Birth certificate." Haytham responded, bright blue eyes dancing with mischief. The young man realized moments before it happened what was about to – and couldn't help but blush a little – knowing that it would probably be easiest to get out of the trouble that he'd been increasingly under by his boss if this particular revelation was given now.  

"But Hill is not my only last name. Rake:niiii we agreed that you wouldn't interfere with thing while I was working." Connor responded plaintively, unable to stop himself from pouting at the other, drawing out the second syllable of what he was calling Haytham at the moment to show his displeasure.  

"Ah, but if I did not, your boss may have had you dragged away, as she thinks that you might be an anarchist, sent to try to ferret out the secrets of this facility, son." The older Kenway responded, voice light, but eyes serious and worried, showing just how serious the situation really was.  

"And why the... There is no way in the coldest depths of hell that I would ever support anyone who wants to hurt you, father." Connor nearly growled, finding himself moving closer to his father, taking the other's hands in his own. "All... All I see is you. I love you, and I care for you, rake:ni. There's nothing that I wouldn't do to try to protect you... To make you happy."  

"I know that, Connor. And I love you too." Haytham responded, gently squeezing his hands back, pulling him in for a hug, murmuring quietly "I've missed you."  

"Missed you too, rake:ni. You were gone for too long." Connor answered unhappily, hugging his father tightly, relaxing into his beloved's touch.  

"I... Ah... I'll leave the two of you to reconnect. I wouldn't want to... Erm. Intrude on this familial moment." His boss managed out, rushing off – the door on the far end of the hallway clicking shut as the both of them could distantly hear her hiss "Shoo, the lot of you!" And the sounds of confusion from Connor's research team – all of whom wanted to understand what was going on with something.  

There were cameras recording everything that happened in the observation room – which was why Connor murmured quietly into his father's shoulder "Want to kiss you, but not here."  

"I'll speak with your boss, see if I can't convince her to let you have the last couple of hours of work off, as I've only just arrived in the city. My phone died on the plane ride over here, and I was unable to charge it since." Haytham responded quietly. "When your boss's report came in, stating that there was a possible anarchist who had infiltrated this facility yesterday I... I arranged for a flight as soon as I could to investigate as I... I was worried for your safety – as well as the safety of your coworkers and the behavioral research that was going on here."  

"I... I just wasn't sure how to tell them about... 'Bout the second sight and I wanted to talk to you about what I should tell them first and I don’t know how I was able to bond to Corbin – or why the bond is there in the first place... Just that it is." Connor responded quickly "And... I don't want special treatment although I... I really, really want to head back home with you."  

Haytham sighed a little before answering "I understand – we'll speak about second sight later. And, though I would rather not admit to it, there are several things that I should do, and they will take me several hours to complete. See you home, after you get off of work? I will be working at home, finishing those things up."  

"Alright." Connor responded, nodding a little as he slowly let go of his father. "I love you."  

"And I... I love you too, Connor." Haytham responded, releasing his beloved and the two of them went their separate ways.  

#conhayth fic #my fic #ceoXvet au

[ivnwrites]

“The narrow escape from the burning warehouse prompts the reemergence of memories that Connor had tried to suppress.”

I am a long time Assassin’s Creed fan, but I have trouble writing good fic for the franchise, so here is an attempt.

#conhayth #my fic #Assassin's Creed

[kiatheinsomniac]

Re: the Connor/Haytham ship: there are 360 fics or more on AO3 alone, and having read a few I can confirm that they are as weird as you'd expect. One managed to confuse the history of Iqaluit with Alaska. Fryecest has a decent chunk but it's not as endemic as ConHayth.

Oh I’ve seen all the titles, including ships like Ezio x Federico. Truly, I get that it’s fiction and that but it really makes me question the morals of some of the people in the fandom

[thebootybitchdragon]

Me constantly, when I'm browsing AssCreed3 fanfics: Why Is There So Much ConHayth What The Fuck Is Wrong With You People

I legitimately can't find any decent fluff for it anymore, aside from the ones I've read already. There is too much damn incest. And some of its not even tagged, so i start reading a good one and all of a sudden grossass porn. And then I loose all respect for both that fic and its author instantly. You coulda warned me, bro, but instead you decided to be an ass.

Just give me some adorable FatherSon shenanigans so I can ease the pain of the game’s canon, i beg of u. I just want them to go on more missions with arguing and bickering and bonding and sass and maybe Connor punching Haytham in the face bc he kinda deserves it.

Just? Why you people gotta turn such a hilariously wonderful dynamic so nasty?

I used to tolerate it, bc i get it, everyone's got their own little deep dark pleasures they like to indulge sometimes, nothing is gonna stop people doing that so i didn't judge, but??? There's just so much of it now? and it lowkey pisses me off since AC3 is my favorite so its the one I always come back to, so its not like I can just...not be interested in fanfics for it.

I Just Don’t Want To Deal With It Anymore.

#assassin's creed 3 #connor kenway #haytham kenway #Rant #This has bothered me for a while #Its just so exhausting and irritating #Stop the Incest shit #Time to go grovel in the inboxes of the authors of the few nonsmut fics i love #see if i can convince them to return and make some new content.

[conhayth-archive]

hi there! i don't know if this blog is still active, but i've been going crazy trying to find this one conhayth fic that seems to have disappeared from ao3, so i thought that dropping an ask here would be worth a shot. unfortunately, all i can recall is that it was a slow burn soulmates AU, around 40k or so words long, and rated M (at least i think that was the rating, there was one sex scene at the end but i don't remember it being very explicit). would you happen to know of any fic that matches that description? sorry for the vague info; i read it several years ago and i can't remember all the details.

hey there anon!

I'm not up to date in linking new works here, but I am still an active tumblr user, so I'm always happy to try and help find fics.

the only long soulmates fic I can think of off the top of my head is 'these are the times we'll remember' by kenwayyed

it's still very much on ao3 but that lock icon means you need to be logged in to see it, so maybe that's why you couldn't find it again?

hope this helps!

#conhayth #anonymous #asks

[wetemplarsnow]

Preemptively announcing my conhayth fic will be birthed at some point in the near future.

#finally found a pwp trope that my brain wont mire in angst

[sleepyfan-blog]

Irredivivous (unable to be revived) for ConHayth? uwu

@balsaminaceae

fandom: assassin’s creed

pairing: ConHayth

warnings: father/son incest, angst, Vampire AU

word count: 3,580

Summary: A chance encounter with a being who was well-intentioned but wrong causes Ratonhnhaké:ton’s life to turn completely upside down. Again. Will he be able to set things right, or is there more going on than it first appears?

Ratonhnhaké:ton was finally able to move about the city without one of his father’s people accompanying him. Not that the former Assassin had blamed his beloved for his caution – as he had been attacked by a group of beings who had been after the unusual qualities of his blood… And then later nearly married to a Selkie, because he had helped them regain their pelt after a thief had stolen it from them, as the young human had been unaware of the connotations of bringing back the other’s fur coat, rather than simply waiting by where he’d stopped the thief and allowing the Selkie to take their coat back themselves. How he’d become a magnet for such trouble, the young man still was uncertain, but he was determined to simply go to the market to purchase some of the things that was needed at the Templar Hideout that he’d been living in for the better part of a couple of years and return without any problems. He was going in broad daylight, staying towards the middle of the wide roads and watching carefully for any sign of trouble – as he had promised his father that he would find a relatively safe place to be at the first sign of trouble… 

The revenant could be considered more than a little overprotective… But on the other hand, Ratonhnhaké:ton had found that he was unfortunately able to be found by trouble when all he really wanted was to be able to go on with what he was trying to accomplish. The young man wasn’t sure how his former students were doing – he knew that three of them likely still lived in New York… And theoretically, he could go try to find one of them… But Ratonhnhaké:ton was hesitant to try to seek them out, unsure as to whether or not they would believe that he was under his father’s spell – or had gone with Haytham under duress, to try to protect them and Homestead from his father’s otherworldly wrath. While Connor had been concerned for his students’ safety – he had also been very worried about Haytham’s safety as well – which is why he’d thrown the smoke bomb, so that the two of them could hopefully flee the valley, which they’d been able to do so successfully, without any more bloodshed. 

It was a beautiful Spring day, and a small smile appeared on Ratonhnhaké:ton’s face – as part of him very much longed to go hunting – game would be plentiful in the frontier… But that would likely be more than a day trip, and he knew that he should check in with Haytham before vanishing into the frontier, as he didn’t want to worry the other… And as the Templar Grandmaster had left for Boston over a week ago, it was unlikely that the message would get to him swiftly. He tried to limit his interactions with his father’s people unless one of them (usually a member of his father’s inner circle) sought him out, as Ratonhnhaké:ton was well aware of the fact that many of them were still quite wary of him… The fact that he hadn’t actually managed to kill any of his father’s inner circle had been… A bit of a surprise, but watching how all of them had joyfully greeted his father had been heartwarming (and… The young man could also quietly admit to himself, that he’d felt more than a little jealousy over the fact that they had an easy camaraderie with his father). Lee was… As long as Lee stayed away from him, the young man could stand it when the other was in the same hideout that he was in – as though the miserable asshole hadn’t torched his village, the other still had choked and beaten him unconscious when he was a child – and had choked and mocked him at Bridewell prison, shortly before he was to be executed. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton respected Johnson – and the young man enjoyed talking tactics with Pitcairn – as the military commander had a wealth of knowledge that was intriguing. Hickey… Was a drunken lunatic, but he was entertaining – and despite the other’s claims to only care for money, drink and women, Ratonhnhaké:ton could also tell that the other was fiercely loyal to both Johnson and Haytham – and after some verbal (and physical at times) sparring, the two of them had a firm understanding of one another – although Ratonhnhaké:ton did not actively seek out Hickey’s company the master thief (and a dog-shifter) seemed to enjoy teasing him quite a bit – although the other’s words were never cruel or harsh… At least… Not after the trial. The former Assassin did occasionally help train the new recruits – teaching them how to defend themselves – or learn how to read (not just in English – but in French, Spanish and German or Dutch – depending on what languages his father wanted them to understand) and write. 

The young man found what he was looking for – fresh vegetables as well as eggs and flour for making bread, skillfully negotiating with the sellers for a fair price, carefully arranging the food in the basket that he’d brought with him to carry such things. The day really was lovely, and Ratonhnhaké:ton sighed softly as he made his way back to the hideout after double checking that he hadn’t gained a tail – it was unlikely that anyone would follow him as he wasn’t doing anything suspicious and few were aware of his connection to Haytham – as apparently revenants were both very rare and extraordinarily powerful… Then again he had been attacked once before for the unusual qualities of his blood (Ratonhnhaké:ton suspected it was due to the… Unusual abilities he had – the second sight, high healing ability and unusual strength and speed for a human).  

The young man had almost made it back to the place that he might consider home… If Ratonhnhaké:ton didn’t consider wherever his beloved was as home, when someone called out to him “Young man?” 

Ratonhnhaké:ton turned around, glancing down at the hunched figure of an old woman, who was carefully making her way down the street, dragging a large bag behind her “Yes, ma'am?” He asked quietly, unsure as to why she’d called out to him. 

“Oh… I was hoping that perhaps you might be able to help me get this bag home. I… It’s close by and I’m just getting so exhausted…” The old woman asked, voice quavering and small. 

The young man shrugged internally before answering quietly “I wouldn’t mind helping you get your things home, ma'am.” He carefully made his way over to her, asking quietly as he carefully took the bags straps from her, lifting it up off of the ground, blinking in surprise at just how heavy the contents were “Which direction are we going?” 

“Bless your heart, you are quite sweet. This way, this way!” She responded, moving quite a bit faster as she gestured down the street, towards one of the smaller alleyways. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton felt a small smile tug at the corners of his lips, and he dutifully followed after her, keeping pace with her, despite how heavy the bag was. “Very well.” 

The older woman chuckled brightly, asking as the two of them continued to walk down the street “What’s a handsome young man like yourself doing all by himself? I would imagine that you might be out and about courting a lass or two.” 

“I… Err… Uhm…” The former assassin responded, uncertain as to how to answer her words “I ah… I’m not… Interested in such things?“ Ratonhnhaké:ton was in love with his father and had been when both of them had been still human – although he’d been unaware of the depth of his feelings. 

She chuckled again, smiling kindly up at him, cheerily responding with “Ah, that’s fine, lad. I do hope that you find someone you’d like to settle down with, if that’s your wish.” 

~ 

It didn’t take the two of them long to get to where the old woman lived – a small place in one of the large row houses that held multiple families, and Ratonhnhaké:ton set the old woman’s things down on the table, as she had asked. He started to head back through the front door when she called out “Would you mind waiting a moment, young man? I would like to thank you for your help – I don’t have much, but I’d be happy to give you a little something.” 

“I… I’m fine, thank you." Ratonhnhaké:ton responded, shaking his head a little as he smiled a bit at her "I did not mind helping.” 

“At least stay for a cup of tea? Surely there must be something.” She responded frowning a little. 

“I… I could stay for a cup of tea.” The young man responded, unable to stop himself from fidgeting a little. “But you don’t have to, as I do know that tea is rather… Expensive.” 

“Hmm… You are a thoughtful young man.” The old woman responded, closing her eyes for a couple of moments before turning around to face him again, eyes opening wide, to reveal that they were glowing brightly “You agreed to help me, not because you thought that I might reward you, but simply because I asked for it. In return, I can offer you this: I should be able to help you change a mistake that you truly regret, so that you might live more happily. I can sense a terrible sadness within you.” 

Oh no. Not again – although she didn’t seem to be trying to eat/coerce him into doing anything. Dozens of things flashed through his mind about things that he had regretted – and… More than a few of them centered around Haytham – but Ratonhnhaké:ton was wary about taking the other up on her offer – what sort of strings might be attached to it “I… Of course there are things that I… I’ve done that I regret… But I do not know if changing them would make things better or… Or worse.” 

“I can sense that there is one regret you have, that you would wish to change. Despite the alterations in course it may cause you.” The old woman responded, her voice ringing “I offer you this chance to fix the mistake you made. I can see the blood still dripping from your hands – you are a soldier. But not one that most would think that you might be – as you are goddess-touched in addition to being Blessed, child. The threads of fate of dozens, hundreds of people change by your actions, and decisions. I have not met one like you in a long time – the last one was an Irish Sailor, deep in his cups.” 

Ratonhnhaké:ton had little idea as to what she was saying, and was getting more and more nervous by the moment. Whatever gift she was supposedly offering, he suspected it would cause more damage than it would solve. “I…” 

“You would have the chance to save your only remaining family from a fate worse than death, child. I can only send you back a few years, but long enough to save one of them.” She pressed, as the younger man’s eyes widened in shock, realizing what… Or rather who, she was referring to. 

But… But Haytham seemed stronger than ever – and as the other also had many of his fellow high-ranking Templars back in his life – as they didn’t have to hide from him, as they knew that he wasn’t a human any more… But the… The chance to go back and to wash clean the fact that he had actually murdered Haytham… “So what would happen, if I agreed?” 

“Your spirit would be sent back in time, with the knowledge that you possess now, so that you would be able to stop yourself from making the mistakes that you had previously.” The old woman responded, offering a glowing palm to him “Will you take this gift? You have helped me with one of my burdens, I would like the chance to lift one of yours.” 

Ratonhnhaké:ton swallowed hard before taking in a deep breath and taking her hand, asking “Please… Send me back.” 

The old woman smiled, nodding as her magical energy rushed through Ratonhnhaké:ton, causing the young man to fall backwards, eyes slamming shut. A high, merciless cackle left her lips as she swiftly wrote a note – the goddess, Juno, had been furious that the undead, twisted thing had lead the powerful little soldier so badly far astray. This would punish both the twisted creature and firmly teach the little soldier not to stray. 

~ 

Months had passed, since Hickey had found Ratonhnhaké:ton unconscious on the doorstep of the hideout, with a note in an unknown person’s hand mockingly wishing them good luck in trying to wake the young man from his slumber. They had tried everything that they could – shaking the lad didn’t work. Neither did dousing the young man in hot or cold water. They tried several magical means of waking him up – but none of them worked as well. None of them had been able to track who had put the young human in a deep, magical sleep, and none of them could figure out why such a thing would be done. 

If whoever had been behind it was after his blood – why then, would they return the lad to the Templars? It made no sense. Occasionally Ratonhnhaké:ton would mumble and shift in the magical sleep, face marred in frown, or a quiet grunt of something close to pain leaving his lips. None of the Templars who had magical abilities wanted to try to go into Ratonhnhaké:ton’s mind – not without Haytham’s permission at least, as the revenant was quite protective (and possessive) of the young man and none of them wanted to be the one to be the one to tell the powerful being that his son had… Once again… Been negatively impacted by a member of the magical community. Johnson and Pitcairn were both seriously considering bringing him to a magical healer – but as Ratonhnhaké:ton’s life technically belonged to Haytham (for several reasons), in order to do so, they would need to have the revenant's  permission first, and Haytham had left for Europe two months ago – before any of  his inner circle had been made aware of Ratonhnhaké:ton’s… Curse. 

Cormac was scowling at Johnson and Pitcairn, asking “Where is Ratonhnhaké:ton? I can tell that he’s here- but every time I’ve asked where he was in the past few months, no one’s told me. And it’s not because no one knows where he is. If the lad doesn’t want to talk to me, I want to hear it from him.” The vampire had been having strange nightmares involving the young man for over two weeks, and it never boded well. 

“I… You might as well know. You might be able to help.” Johnson sighed, rubbing his temples as he brought the grumpy vampire to Ratonhnhaké:ton’s room. The young human was still sleeping. The only reason why he was still healthy was that they were able to force water and soup down his throat regularly. “He… Three months ago, one of our agents found him like that, on our doorstep. He’s been unable to be woken since. Nothing any of us have tried has worked in waking him. Occasionally he’ll mumble something, or wince in pain. When he does speak, he… He’s trying to speak to or about Haytham.” 

Shay cursed under his breath “And none of you thought to tell me? Please, please tell me that our grandmaster is aware that his son has been cursed.” 

“I… We have no secure way of contacting him – not when he’s in Europe, or sailing there.” Johnson pointed out. 

“And you didn’t think to get Monro involved in this… Mess… Earlier, why? He has the most experience with magic and magical matters than the rest of us put together.” Shay growled, eyes flashing a little. There was… Something familiar about the way that the lad was so still… He reached out and lightly touched one of his shoulders, reeling backwards and cursing lowly. 

“Shay, what’s wrong?” Pitcairn asked, a worried frown appearing on his face. 

“… A hag. Ratonhnhaké:ton ran into a hag, and she’s given him a gift.” The vampire cursed under his breath. “And it likely centers around Haytham, gods damn her.” 

“I… Are you sure? And why… Why would a hag see fit to meddle with a human?” Both Johnson and Pitcairn spluttered, going very pale. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I know because I… Twenty years ago, I ran into a hag. Not that I knew what she was then – an old woman, carrying a large bag that she could barely drag across the street. She asked for help and I, like a naïve fool, accepted. I had… Recently become a vampire then. I was able to control my bloodlust enough to be let out of Monro’s sight, but didn’t know much about the magical world – and why being kind to random strangers needing help rarely ends well.” Shay explained, pacing around the small room restlessly. “She asked if there was a regret that I… I wanted the chance to be able to rectify.” 

“… And?” Johnson prompted quietly. 

“Of course there was! I said yes, thinking about… About the mission that showed me why the Brotherhood was shortsighted, selfish and wrong.” Shay answered quietly. “So she said that she could send my spirit back in time long enough to correct it. And, as far as I know, she did. What I didn’t know was that she’d put me into a magical sleep, with the months leading up to the mission, as well as the… The day of that awful mission replaying over and over in my mind, as well as… As the couple of months in the aftermath. No matter what I tried to do, I always ended up in that damned Temple, reaching out for that wretched thing, even as I cursed and struggled not to touch it… Or I watched as Liam reached for it, unable to knock his hand away in time… Or Hope doing so…” A haunted expression appeared on his face. 

“So… Whatever mistake he… He regretted enough to take her up on her offer…” Johnson started quietly. 

“He’s being forced to make, over and over again. Or watch as someone he cares about make the same bloody mistake. It was… It was only after I realized that there was no way that I wasn’t going… Going to that temple, as a foolish, loyal Assassin, watch as so many paid for the mistakes that I had made… That I was able to wake free of the magical sleep.” Shay responded, voice low and dark. “It took me two months outside of my own mind to realize it… And more loops than I care to speak of, within my mind. And that was with Monro trying to reach me, using the sire-fledgling bond. It was his voice, urging me to wake up, to come back to him that made me realize the futility of what I was doing.” 

“But… Connor’s human.” Pitcairn responded, a worried frown appearing on his face “And I… There’s no one that close to him, at least no one I’m aware of.” 

Shay sighed a little, shaking his head a little “Haytham might be able to wake him – he is Ratonhnhaké:ton’s father, after all.” And the powers of a revenant rivaled and in some cases surpassed even a hag’s. But the hag’s magic had clawed its way deep into the young man’s psyche. 

“I wonder what mistake he was hoping to fix.” Johnson murmured softly. 

“That should be obvious. You two have talked to him more than once for five minutes?” Shay demanded, staring hard at both of them. It was obvious to the empathic vampire which mistake the young man was hoping to correct. 

“Of course we have… But no, we don’t know what he might have considered.” Pitcairn responded back, frowning a little at the harshness of the way that Cormac asked. 

“Killing Haytham. I know that the lad still has nightmares about that night. He never wanted to kill Haytham in the first place.” Shay responded quietly, remembering a very charged conversation with the young man, rather soon after he’d been made aware that Haytham’s Assassin murderer was staying in this safehouse. Ratonhnhaké:ton had been a wreck then – tortured by what he’d done – and the guilt twisting with the fact that Haytham was, after a fashion alive and compounded by  the fact that the very reason why he’d ended up killing Haytham in the first place… His loyalty to the Brotherhood, he had broken, by protecting revenant Haytham from his fellow Assassins and fleeing all the way to New York with the Templar Grandmaster. 

“So… Are you saying that the only person who might be able to wake him, is the one whom he’d killed?” Pitcairn asked “Wouldn’t Haytham’s voice and presence push Ratonhnhaké:ton further into the magical sleep, believing perhaps that he’d succeeded?” 

“I don’t know. I will bring Monro here – he might be able to figure out what to do. Otherwise… Ratonhnhaké:ton might not be able to be revived.” Shay rumbled – hopefully there was a way to wake the young man, as Haytham was going to be furious otherwise. How the lad was able to attract such trouble, especially when the other didn’t actively go looking for such thing was beyond the vampire. 

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Absence

Summary: It’s been a little over a year since Connor left New York, and when a News segment plays in the clinic that he’s working at, that covers some of a press conference that his father is holding, the young vet realizes that his emotions are no less complicated due to distance, and the very sound of his father’s voice makes his heart ache.

Pairings: one sided ConHayth

Warnings: Father/son incest (ish. More like pining?), angst

Word count: 1,352

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It had been a year since he'd left New York - left his father - after that awful argument that the two of them had had. Connor knew that he shouldn't have hidden what he really wanted to do with his life from his father - and the young man had wanted to talk to Haytham about it - as his father had wanted him to be a lawyer, and to follow the other into corporate law, into Abstergo. But the young man had realized that he'd rather be a veterinarian... But hadn't been able to work up the courage to try to talk to his father about his change in career choices. It hadn't helped that his father was incredibly busy during the time it had taken him to go through both law school and veterinary school in order to both uphold what his father wanted for him and in order to pursue what he really wanted to do in life.

There was also the fact that he had realized that he was falling in love with his father and he... He couldn't handle that either, and the misdirection and guilt over falling in love with Haytham... Between the other's very probably disgust about the strangeness of his feelings for him if his father ever found out about his desire for the older man and the disappointment and anger that he'd known - and Haytham had displayed at finding out about what he really wanted to do, rather than the path that his father had laid out for him... The young man hadn't meant to run off in the way he had been, but Connor feared that if he tried to return, Haytham would only reject him.

The CEO had refused - or rather, his people - to have him speak or leave a message for the other on his phone - and when the young man had written out letters, apologizing for hiding what he really wanted to do... As well as a plea for the two of them to talk over the phone (as Connor wasn't going to return to New York unless he was sure of his father's response and he didn't want to make it seem as if he was crawling back, unable to make it on his own). But Haytham had yet to respond to those letters, and he'd been sure to write down the address of the apartment he'd been staying in for the past few months as an address to reach him at and he'd gotten nothing back from the other.

But now was not the time to mope - he had just come back from delivering twin horse foals - which was something that he knew was very rare, as horses usually gave birth to only one, and the pregnancy had been long and difficult for the mare in question. He had recently been hired by the small, rural veterinary clinic, and he was currently filling out paperwork on how the birth and delivery had been going. There was a TV in the waiting room and Connor could hear the newscaster speaking about something - what the young vet hadn't been paying attention to, busily re-reading the form he was filling out in order to make sure that he was filling things out correctly, when a heart-stoppingly familiar voice started to speak.

The clipboard and pen that he was using fell from his suddenly limp and numb fingers, his heart pounding loudly in his throat as he heard Haytham speak. It took the young man several moments to focus enough to listen to what his father was saying on the TV, rather than just the sound of the other's voice. Connor pressed a hand over his heart, shaking a little and closing his eyes as he remembered to breathe, though he could still feel himself shaking a little.

His father's words flowed over him, a "-and in the wake of this tragedy, Abstergo will be sure to help by sending medical aid to those affected by the fire in southern California, as well as the earthquake that has devastated so many in Japan. Furthe-"

Haytham's voice abruptly stopped speaking, and Connor could start to move again, and the young man flustered in surprise as he realized that Myriam was watching him, a worried frown on her face, with the remote to the TV in her hands. "Hey, Connor, are you alright? You look as if you saw a ghost."

"I...No I... I'm fine." Connor lied as he knelt down and fetched the clipboard with the paperwork that he'd been filling out, and crawling around to fetch the pen that he'd lost "I just. Uhm... I was just surprised by something."

"I could tell that, Dr. Hill." She responded, moving a little closer and lightly touched one of his shoulders, still frowning a little "If there's anything that you'd like to talk about, I'd be happy to hear about you. No matter your past, you're an excellent veterinarian, and you're welcome here. We all care for you, and I hope that you know that."

"I...  Uhm... Thanks? I'll definitely keep that in mind." Connor responded, having no intention of telling her why he'd reacted like that as he doubted that she would be so open minded if he confessed that hearing his father's voice reminded him of both the ugly argument that had caused him to flee from New York in the first place... And how deeply he missed his father, and the illicit longing that he felt for the older man. "It's been a really long morning - the Jones' mare went into labor last night and I was on call. Both of the foals are completely healthy and Missy is healthy as well. I just got back from that, and I'm not focusing very well." He had gone for far longer on far less sleep and semi-functioned, so that wasn't quite true, but pretending otherwise was the easiest explanation for his strange behavior.

“Alright – that must have been a long and difficult night. I’ll speak with the boss to see if you can get the day off to catch up on sleep.” Myriam responded, starting to move towards their boss’s door.

Connor shook his head a little “I’m tired, but power naps during my breaks and lunch should be able to carry me through the day. I’ve got only a couple of patients to see today, and I’m giving the animals their booster shots, which I can do in my sleep. It’s why I was on call last night, as today is light for me.” He smiled warmly at her, thankful for her help, but determined to stick out the day.

“If you say so – we want to keep you here, so please don’t try to push yourself too much and burn out.” Myriam responded, gently concerned. It was nice if getting a little oppressive. The young man just wanted to focus on work and not the way that his heart clenched and bled at the sudden sound of his father’s voice. For a couple of moments, the young man had panicked, thinking that Haytham had come into the clinic, having found him and was going to cause all sorts of problems for him.

But it seemed as if Haytham had washed his hands of his wayward son, and though Connor had to bite the inside of his cheek – lest his exhaustion aid the loosening of the tears that swam in his eyes. He deeply missed his father – who didn’t seem to miss or be interested in his attempts to try to repair the rift in their relationship. “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you. But I only have a half day today, so I’ll be fine, I promise.” Hopefully she’d believe that, and he turned to go to his office (he had an office! It was exciting, and he didn’t mind that it was rather small. The community that he was living in was wonderful and the people for the most part were friendly and welcoming) to finish up the paperwork.

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#49: “You’re a terrible liar.” for ConHayth, of course! uwu

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Fandom: Assassin’s creed

Pairing: ConHayth

warnings: father/Son incest, Modern AU

word count:1,248

Summary: Connor’s been coming home late for the past few weeks, working on something special, unaware of the fact that Haytham knows that he’s been coming home late, but uncertain as to the reasons why.

Connor had been arriving home later than usual for the past three weeks, but as Haytham was never home before he was, that didn’t matter. He’d been working on something after he finished his duties at the Abstergo Veterinary clinic, or at the experimental falconry site that he’d been working at for far longer. He alternated days at both places, and loved working at both places. He’d been keeping this project a secret from Haytham - but as the other’s duties as CEO were keeping him busier than usual, the young man was quite certain that he’d been able to hide any trace of this project from his beloved.

It was getting very close to completion, and he hoped that Haytham would enjoy it. Connor made his way through the security tunnel and up to the apartment that the two of them shared, humming softly to himself and smiling a little before noting that he had just received a text from Haytham, saying that the other was tied up in traffic and would be home a little bit later than expected. Connor texted the other back with a cheerful [I understand! I’ll be sure to keep dinner warm for you when you get home… Unless you’re going to eat in the limo?] . The young man was glad that he’d the forethought to make meals in the slow cooker that he’d discovered a couple of months ago - as it ensured that they had delicious food that could be started in the mornings, and be perfectly cooked and flavored, waiting for them at night, as Connor didn’t have the time to cook while he’d been working on the project.

Haytham didn’t respond to his text, but Connor wasn’t too bothered - his father’s phone was constantly bombarded with an endless stream of texts and emails - and on particularly bad days, phone calls. Not all of them were about Abstergo or his father’s duties there as the CEO. Some of them had to do with the anarchist group that had very nearly killed Haytham when they’d stolen that strange golden object that somehow allowed his father to remain ageless and full of energy. After the theft debacle, Connor had been able to coax his father to eat and sleep more, so that he wasn’t so entirely dependent on the Piece of Eden as it had been called that if he was unable to use it every few days, the cost would start to kill him.

Connor unlocked the door and let himself in, closing and locking it behind him out of habit, mildly surprised that the automatic lights didn’t turn on. Was the power off in their apartment for some reason? The young man fumbled around in the dark, guided by memory into the living room. He stretched and sighed, murmuring quietly to himself “I’m so glad to be home…” smiling a little to himself as he spoke.

“Then why are you home late?” Haytham asked, turning on the lamp next to the couch, startling Connor somewhat. His father was wearing an unreadable look on his face, but the young man felt nervous.

“I…” Connor started, uncertain as to whether or not he should tell the other the truth and mention the project broadly, or come up with a lie that might satisfy the other. “Uhm. It took me longer than normal to get home? I’m a bit surprised that you’re home early. Glad though! I’ve missed you a lot.” He was a little over an hour late, but the younger man smiled warmly at his beloved.

This did not seem to improve his father’s mood. Haytham’s eyes were an icy blue and the other’s voice was clipped and irritated as he pointed to the chair opposite him. “Sit.”

Connor flinched a little, vaguely hurt as to why the other was being so short with him, but the young man did as he was told, murmuring quietly “I should have told you that I was coming home late, but I had been hoping that it wouldn’t be quite so late… And I wasn’t expecting you home so early… Particularly after the text you’d sent me…”

“That much is clear. I would like to know why you’ve been coming home late for the past three weeks. I know it’s not due to work obligations as from what I’ve gathered, you leave there on time… So why are you being waylaid so long every day? And why not tell me that you’re going to be home later than usual, Connor?” Haytham responded, staring intently at the younger man. The other was being very intense about all of this, and Connor was very confused.

“I… Uhm…” The project wasn’t done yet! and if Connor spoke of it even a little bit, Haytham would somehow tease out the rest of the information of what he was doing for him as his father was terrible at waiting for surprises that he knew was coming, as the other was entirely too curious as to what the surprise would be and didn’t like being in the dark about even pleasant things.

“You are many things, Connor. One of them being a terrible liar, so don’t even try. I won’t be angry with you just… Please tell me what it is that you are doing. If… If you’re unsatisfied with… With how things are between us I… I’ve told you before to tell me.” Haytham pressed, the impenetrable mask cracking and shattering as an earnestly distressed expression appeared on his face.

“It’s nothing like that! It’s just that our anniversary is coming up, and I’ve been preparing something special for you. I’ve been working on making sure everything is perfect after work, and I know that you’re really bad at waiting for surprises, so I didn’t want to mention it to you… As sooner or later you’d have gotten what I’ve been planning out of me… Which would ruin part of the surprise.” Connor responded, heart clenching painfully in his chest as he reached out to his father, uncertain as to whether or not Haytham would let him touch him at this point. “I… I hadn’t meant to upset you so much. I don’t want to leave. I love you and I always will.”

His father still looked uncertain, but gently took both of the younger man’s hands, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles and murmuring “I… I see. I’m sorry for mistrusting you, Connor. I… I should have known that you were planning something wonderful, rather than… Than trying to vanish on me again. I just… I’m sorry.”

“I should have said something about needing to do some things after work… Although that might have worried you too.” The younger man responded, still feeling incredibly guilty for upsetting his father so badly… And worse still, because it was his fault Haytham was so anxious about him changing his schedule, as he’d runaway when he’d been younger. “I’m sorry as well.”

The CEO sent him a small, watery smile and pulled Connor into a tight embrace, sheepishly responding “I… Thank you, Connor. I love you dearly and I always will.”

“And I love you too, Haytham.” Connor responded back, hugging the other tightly. The two of them talked about how their day at work had gone, and his father seemed to make a very concerted effort not to ask what it was that he was working on for their anniversary, despite being obviously curious.

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Drabble prompts: 102 “Do you really think I could ever replace you?” & ConHayth uwu

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​Fandom: Assassin’s creed

warnings: AU, implied father/son incest, angst

word count: 2,295

Summary: It’s been several months since Connor and Haytham have returned to New York and due to… A number of things, Connor is feeling very insecure, but won’t say anything to Haytham, trying to keep his rising anxiety to himself. Haytham however, has noticed Connor’s distress and has decided to carefully confront him about it.

Connor could guess how incredibly busy his father was. The other was trying to rebuild his order, after all. But after his… Conversations with one Captain Cormac, and accidentally watching and listening to the two of them speaking with one another, it was painfully clear to the young man that the two of them cared very much for one another. They might have even been lovers, from the subtle flirtation that went between the two of them - and the fact that Cormac was one of the few people who could get his father to genuinely smile and laugh in delight and happiness. He did his best to shake off his worries about that - because Haytham was free to do as he wished.

Which didn’t help the bitter knife of jealousy and misery that was lodged in his heart. In fact it caused that blade to twist painfully, making it difficult for the young Assassin … Former Assassin, as if he were to try to rejoin the others, they would be incredibly suspicious of him due to the fact that he’d fled Homestead with Haytham, providing cover and misdirecting them several occasions as to where Haytham was and if the revenant was trapped where he wouldn’t be able to escape. They would likely demand that he prove his loyalty to them by helping them hunt down his father and…

Connor knew that he couldn’t kill his father a second time. The first time nearly killed him in several ways - and that was before the other had the dizzying strength and new abilities that he had (although what all of them - or even most of them might be, Connor could only guess). No, the only time that it might have been possible to kill his father after Haytham had somehow come back to life was immediately afterwards. The young man was very much aware that his father’s physical strength now easily eclipsed his own - and while a well placed shot to the head or the heart might kill the other… Connor shivered a little and shook himself, his heart clenching painfully tight at the thought of his father dying. He was utterly isolated from his fellow Assassins, and the only person he might interact with in this hideout who… Probably … Didn’t actively hate and utterly mistrust him was Haytham. 

Not that the young (former) Assassin interacted with anyone else who came and went in the Templar hideout that his father had brought him to, preferring to hide in the room that he’d been assigned to, only leaving it when he knew that there was no one else in the place - or if only Haytham was there. He kept himself occupied with reading some of the many, many books that filled the library, putting the book that he’d taken back once he’d finished it. Connor had also done the tasks that his father had asked him to do. They were mainly administrative in nature - or looking after records to see if there were any discrepancies between them. It was a dull task, but one that Connor had focused his attention entirely on, and was mot of the way through at the moment. The small tasks helped the young man feel less useless.

The tasks still could not keep the feelings of worry and jealousy when Haytham and Cormac interacted - as Connor could hear their voices (if not what was said) when the two of them spoke, and their tones of voices were often warm and friendly with one another. Cormac hated the young Assassin with a passion, not that Connor blamed the other any, as he had been the one to kill Haytham - though through mysterious means, his father had been returned to life. If the two of them decided to continue their romantic relationship, the young man supposed it would make sense.

The two of them had obviously known one another for many years - longer than Connor had been alive, as a matter of fact, and the two of them obviously trusted and cared for one another. Each trusting that he could put his life in the other’s hands and that he would be safe. That thought caused the young man to flinch, even as Connor continued to read over the two sets of records, carefully noting discrepancies between the two of them and writing them on a separate sheet of paper, noting down the page and lines where he’d found them. He realized that he’d finished doing that, just after he could no longer hear the distant, muffled sounds of his father and Cormac speaking with one another.

Very carefully, Connor closed the two record books, using his second sight to make certain that there wasn’t anyone else in the house. There were no glowing gold or red figures, so the young man carefully made his way over to the study that he’d been instructed to place the records - as well as the paper that he’d recorded any discrepancies between the two of them. He placed the two books on top of one another on the desk, tucking the paper between them, as instructed. He turned back to the door, ignoring the papers and maps on the table that might reveal information that his (former?) Brothers and Sisters might find valuable and started to make his way back to the hall, when Haytham suddenly appeared in the doorway, watching him with a strangely intense expression on his face.

Connor blinked a little in surprise - before remembering that short-range teleportation was an ability that his father had recently discovered that he had - perhaps the other had teleported from wherever he’d been with Cormac up to the study for whatever reason. He inclined his head a little towards the other, not nervous of the other’s sudden appearance, as he hadn’t been doing anything wrong “Father.”

“Good afternoon, Connor. There is something that I would like to discuss with you.” Haytham murmured, gesturing towards one of the chairs in the study as he moved further into the room.

“I just finished the latest task you suggested that I do.” The young man responded as he sat in the indicated chair, gesturing towards the books and parchment that he’d just set down.

“I can see that - and thank you for completing that task for me - I will look over what you’ve found later. But that’s not what I wished to speak to you about.” The Templar grandmaster responded as he sat down across from Connor. 

Connor blinked a couple of times at the other’s rather mysterious response and asked a little uncertainly “Alright.” Anxiety started to rise within the young man as he watched Haytham closely. He wanted to ask what it was that the other wanted to speak with him about, but Connor knew that pushing the other to speak before he was ready was asking for an argument, so he stayed quiet. 

The revenant stared at him for several very long moments before saying in a strangely… Careful sounding voice, his father prodded “I can tell that something has been bothering you as of late. If you would like to tell me what it is… I would be glad to hear of it.”

Connor felt his eyes widen a little as he looked at Haytham, before glancing away quickly, staring at the floor, wishing that he could tuck his hands behind his back without the gesture being noticed by his sharp-eyed father as he could feel the urge to nervously twist his hands together, or rub the knuckles of one hand into the palm of the other - both physical tics that his father was very likely aware of that betrayed his emotional state. “I have just… We haven’t been seeing as much of one another as before - though I do understand. You’ve been quite busy with… With a number of things and an… An old friend of yours is in town as well, and I can guess that he’s been helping you with… Templar matters.” Connor continued to stare resolutely at the floor, not wanting to try to meet his father’s gaze, unsure of what he might read of the other’s face and… Worried as to what he might find.

“… I see. I know that you and Shay haven’t… Exactly gotten along as well as I would have hoped, as the two of you have a great deal in common. Both of you are very driven, caring and loyal people, who feel bound to protect others with the strength that you possess.” Haytham spoke, voice gentle and strangely coaxing, although what the other wanted from him, Connor could not guess. “Both of you brought into the Brotherhood under a false pretext, though Shay left before the purge of the previous colonial Brotherhood.”

Connor was startled to hear that Cormac had once been an Assassin - from the other’s few, if vitriolic statements, the young man was surprised to find out that the Irishman hadn’t been born a Templar. “I hadn’t known that. I harbor no ill will towards Cormac.” The young man responded honestly. It did not make  him feel any better that his father felt that there were strong similarities between himself in his possible former (current as well? Connor didn’t want to think that Haytham would be unfaithful to a partner but… The possibility was there, not that the young man had any reason to suspect that was so) lover.

“I am glad to hear that.” Haytham said, voice still gentle and coaxing. The other’s voice became firmer as he spoke again, however “Connor, I want you to look at me.”

The young man swallowed, trying not to flinch as he slowly moved his eyes  so that he was staring at the other’s knees. It was the best that he could manage, and Connor was… He was more than a little anxious as to what might happen if he looked at the other directly, so he didn’t attempt himself to look more directly at Haytham. “As you wish.” Connor managed out after a couple of moments.

Connor could almost feel his father’s gaze boring holes into his skull, but it wasn’t that he was being pointlessly stubborn. Haytham sighed after a moment and was suddenly next to him, pressing close, the one of the other’s capturing his own, Haytham’s other hand forcing Connor’s chin upwards, so that he was forced to catch his father’s gaze directly. “Do you really think that I could ever replace you?” Haytham asked, voice prying, but… But Caring?

Connor felt his heart clench painfully at the other’s words, caught by his father’s intensely blue eyes. He had to bite the inside of his cheek as he could feel tears threaten to fall from his eyes, betraying more his chaotic and miserable state of mind “I… I’m not sure what you mean by that, rake:ni.” It was wonderful to have Haytham so close - they hadn’t been this close to one another in over a fortnight, except when the other required his blood - and the other often stayed just long enough to drink his fill, ensure that Connor wasn’t bleeding from the small wounds before rushing off again.

A sigh left Haytham’s lips and after a couple of moments the revenant said, fumbling the words a little, but seemingly meaning them earnestly “I… I care for you a great deal, Connor. I have for a long time… More than that… I do love you.” The other tucked a stray strand of hair out of Connor’s face.

Connor’s eyes widened, and a smile appeared on his face, his heart skipping several beats as the other’s admission of love continued to echo in his mind. Impulsively he hugged the other tightly, burying his face into one of the other’s shoulders, managing out in English “I… I love you as well. I love you s-so much!”

Haytham held him closely, occasionally running a hand through his hair until the younger being calmed down enough to slowly let his beloved go. “I am very glad to hear that, Connor.” The revenant murmured after a few moments, letting Connor continue to hug him, seemingly content to do so.

Connor sent his father a sheepish smile, murmuring quietly “I… Thank you.”

“You are welcome, Connor. If something like this bothers you again, please come to me? I love you and that’s not going to change.” Haytham responded, a tender and loving expression on his face.

“I… I will. I just… I didn’t want to sound j-jealous or push… Push you away.” Connor admitted, blushing a little and feeling foolish.

“Such questions wouldn’t push me away, I promise. This… Relationship between the two of us is… New, for the both of us. I do apologize for neglecting to spend more time with you.” The grandmaster spoke, sounding very sincere.

The former Assassin sent his father a small, watery smile and nodded “Apology accepted and I… I apologize for… For withdrawing so completely and being… Being anxious.“

Haytham hummed a little, before nodding, saying “I accept your apology as well. Now, Would you like to stretch your legs? The patrols on the buildings seems to be rather light today, and I find myself wanting to move about for a little while. How about you?”

Connor nodded eagerly in agreement, cheering up - spending time with his father was one of the few things that the former Assassin enjoyed since returning to New York and he’d been in this hideout for entirely too long “That sounds wonderful! Thank you, Haytham.” With that, the two of them darted out a window, one after the other, off across the rooftops of New York.

#conhayth fic #my writing #balsaminaceae #this is what might happened if they talk to each other in the revenant au after things happen

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the first chapter of the gift fic I wrote for you

#conhayth fic #my writing #merry Christmas!!

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Halloween prompts No.3: “You should have made sure I was dead.” for ConHayth, of course!

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Pairing: ConHayth

word count:1,481

warnings: Modern AU, Father/Son Incest

summary: Connor is at a costume party, thrown at work when he’s accosted by a masked, handsome vampire while dressed as a Vampire Hunter. What is he to do?

Connor was really pleased with how his costume had come together. He had decided to get the pieces individually, as he had found that most of the pre-packaged costumes were… At best, really cheesy and at worst not at all the look that he’d been going for. He was wearing thigh high leather boots, black leggings that fit under the boots well. His shirt was a light tan tunic. He had taken off the knee length leather coat that he’d been wearing, as it was rather warm at the party that he was at. The brown satchel contained some supplies - a wooden stake, a vial of water with a holy symbol on it and a couple of other things. He tugged a little at the black fingerless gloves that he was wearing, scratching the back of his palm. He had decided not to wear a hat, as he felt that most hats didn’t work too well.

It was a work function, so all of them had been warned not to wear anything too revealing or risqué - although several of his coworkers were obviously just barely wearing enough to not be wearing the Outfit of Shame - which was a white sheet with two holes for eyes cut into it, just in case anyone did come in clothes that were too revealing. He had attached to the belt he was wearing a replica of a eighteenth century pistol, which was holstered in a beautiful holster that he’d spent over a week hand etching himself to match the bracers he was wearing. They were pair of leather bracers, and a gift from his grandmother. Apparently they’d been in his family for a very long time, and had blades attached to the underside that could extend outwards if the mechanism was hit. Connor had carefully removed the blades, as he really doubted that he would need something like that, although the blades were beautifully forged Damascus steel.

As required on the invitation that they all had been given, he was wearing a mask - it covered half of his face and was made out of matte black cloth that felt very soft. He had found several of his work friends already, and the three of them were talking animatedly - Connor had been working at this place for almost a year - having joined the research team in early November, and had missed the previous year’s Haloween party/ball thing which had apparently been a rousing success.

“And Connor - Vampire Hunter, I mean, as I’m pretty sure it’s you Connor… Given how tall and broad shouldered you are, I’m guessing it’s you.” One of his coworkers murmured, causing Connor to tune into the conversation, as he had heard his name being spoken.

“Hmm? Yes? Is there something you wanted to ask? I… I hadn’t meant to get distracted from the conversation it’s just…” He looked out at the glittering sea of people - many of whom were in vibrant costumes - a few of them lit up, while others were wearing outfits with gossamer wings or rather realistic looking scaled make up and clothes. They were in the main foyer of the building that all of them worked in, and though Connor had known that more than their team of researchers would be attending this party - he hadn’t entirely expected so many people here. “There are a lot of people…”

“Yeah, I get that feel. See every year, Abstergo throws a Halloween party and Ball for its’ employees… And most people do go for some really flashy outfits, but you look great in the leather. Tall, dark and brooding. Although where did you get a holster that looked like that? I’ve been looking for something like it for ages. Everyone who works for Abstergo in this city is here, so yeah… There’s kind of a lot of people here.”

“Hmm? Oh, I etched the leather myself, actually. Before I came to work for Abstergo I lived and worked in a tiny town in the middle of the rural side of one of the heartland states. I really don’t miss the tornados, but regularly there would be downtime at the clinic, so I was able to keep practicing my sketching. One of the ranchers offered to teach some of us how to work leather, in partial payment for helping them with a sickness that could have killed half of their cattle and the head of the clinic agreed, which is where I learned it.” Connor responded cheerfully.

“It’s really good!” They responded with a bright grin, before noticing someone headed towards where the four of them were not quite hiding in a corner “Uh-oh~! You might be in for a bit of trouble. Be careful.”

“Why do you say that? Who are you saying that too?” the other three responded, including Connor, as they looked around the room, trying to spot the trouble. Connor’s companions were dressed as a Priest, an Angel, a Cowboy and the one who had correctly guessed that Connor was in the Hunter outfit was wearing a jester’s outfit.

“Vampire Lord at eight o’clock and he looks like he’s headed straight for you, Hunter. Good luck~!” The Jester responded with a teasing grin as all four of them pushed Connor towards the person dressed like that who was headed straight towards their little group.

“Ack, that’s rude! You traitors.” Connor huffed playfully, pouting at the four of them before turning around fully to face his supposed enemy.

The other was wearing a black and red ensemble, and was carrying a cane in one hand. They looked thoroughly intimidating - especially as the wine red vest looked great, framed by the black and gold cape he was wearing. The white cravat that the other was wearing drew the eye - and Connor spotted a flanged red cross that seemed to be a clasp that held the cape at his throat. The other was wearing a black mask as well, but it seemed to be much more elegant than his own.

The Vampire lord’s eyes were a striking, familiar blue and Connor found himself drawn towards the other, having a guess as to who this was. He had to stop himself from grinning as he moved closer to the other, dark brown eyes shining in delight. The two of them had agreed to keep their costumes a secret from one another, but it was interesting that their costumes seemed to match in an odd way. “Good evening, vampire.” He said, a lightly teasing note in his voice.

“Good evening, Hunter.” The vampire responded, and his father’s familiar voice filled Connor with love and happiness “I see you look just as edible now as you did when last we met. It’s a pity that you were so terribly rude last time we met.”

Connor huffed a little, staring at the other accusingly, a teasing smile appearing on his face, though it might appear challenging “Given what you were up to, it wasn’t as if I could let you keep doing what you were up to, nefarious vampire!”

Haytham chuckled as he moved closer to Connor, wrapping an arm around his waist as he purred “You should have made sure that I was dead. I shall have my revenge upon what you did to me~! And I shall be taking it now.” Before Connor could tease the other back, Haytham pressed loving kiss to his lips, voice dipping into a low, seductive purr once they parted “And now I have you under my spell.” The other lightly brought up the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his waist up to Connor’s face, just below the edge of the mask, brushing one of his cheek lightly.

“I… Oh… What have… What have you done to me?” Connor responded back, voice breathless, and the blush on his face quite obvious. he could feel the shocked and slightly concerned stares of his coworkers on him before he cleared his throat, breaking character and lightly swatting Haytham on one shoulder “I didn’t realize you’d be at the party too! Come meet my coworkers!“

Haytham chuckled softly and allowed himself to be dragged along by Connor, bright blue eyes sparkling playfully “Ah, but I like surprising you, love.”

“This is my mysterious boyfriend! And if you’re about to ask if we coordinated outfits, we didn’t… Although it does kind of seem that way.” Connor remarked lightly, introducing Haytham to each of them, though as per the rules of the party, didn’t name anyone else’s names.

Haytham nodded politely to each of them, murmuring “I work for the legal section of Abstergo. It is a pleasure to meet some of Connor’s coworkers, he’s said quite a bit about all of you.” They started to talk with Haytham, Connor contentedly leaning into his father’s warm frame as they did so.

#CEOxVet au #balsaminaceae #conhayth fic #my writing #father/son incest