#haytham would make a somewhat okay step dad

[gwen-the-assassin]

Working on an Assassin's Creed 3/Rouge fanfiction where Shay has a kid. A daugther.

With shaytham is mixed in some parts, like minor parts.

Cause I'm imagining Shay has a pregnant wife when he is shot off that cliff (who is BTW Liam half sister ..too much family drama)

Fast Forward, Shay meets Haytham and they get close, Shay thinks his wife/ex-wife hates him.

Shay begins to develop feelings for Haytham, vise versus, but Shays wife shows up thrilled to see he is alive with a baby girl.

Haytham steps back from Shay emotionally.

Many years later, you know who is in the crowd at rhe Boston Massacre? The Mrs. Cormac..who has been rasing their daugther alone while Shay hunted for the Box.

Mrs. Cormac dies...daugther disappeared (joins up with Connor) but Haytham is wrecked with so much guilt he tries to find his practical step daugther because he still has feelings for Shay. Wants to protect her for him.

[hopeatermain]

It’s the last time I’m picking you up.

This is not related to the main story. It’s a modern Au where Haytham is a successful businessman and lives with Edward, a retired sailor and hustler, Shay, a friend of his who he is probably dating (everyone thinks so, anyway) and Connor, the son he had with his late wife with who he is an overprotective dad.

Rating: T for mentions of alcohol.

Genre: I have no idea. Some humor, some hurt/comfort, I guess.

Summary: Connor goes to a party and Haytham is forced to pick him up.

Other warning: This contains a drunk Connor and an exasperated Haytham. Also, slight implied domestic Shaytham (they live together) and Salty grandpa Edward towards Haytham. It was inspired from a screenshot of tumblr where someone asked his mother if she was still a virgin while drunk.

Word count: 1 164 (Ooo, it’s longer than my last two ones.)

This was the last time Haytham, was doing anything for Connor. Or Edward. Or Shay, for that matter. Okay, maybe not Shay. It started rather normally, what’s with Connor going to a party with some friends. Shay and Edward then both gave him some alcohol for said party, to both of their protestations. He ended up being scolded by his father (he was a 48 years old man, dammit) and Shay had insisted that he took some alcohol with him, saying that Connor was old enough to bring some alcohol to a party, and that most of his friends had already hit adulthood anyway. Then, Connor had gone, with the alcohol, politely declining being taken there saying he could walk there.

And now, there he was, him, Haytham Kenway, a successfull business man, at 2 in the morning, in front of a middle class house during a weekend in the winter, because apparently, his son got smashed, already threw up two times and got into a fight in which he destroyed a chair. The person on the phone had said he no one expected him to be such a lightweight. Well, it was probably the first time Connor drank so much. He didn’t even like alcohol in the first place! 

The music was still booming from the house. He walked up to it and ringed the doorbell. The door opened to let a girl appear in the doorway. Haytham was somewhat reassured. Somewhat. Why? The girl was Aveline, a friend of his son, and Haytham knew her step-mother. “Mr Kenway?” “Hello, Aveline. I am there to pick up my son.” “Oh yeah, Arno and Desmond are helping him sober up in the bathroom. He didn’t take beer very well. Follow me.” 

He did not knew who were Arno and Desmond. Who were Arno and Desmond?! Aveline led him through the sea of drunk young adults that were either talking loudly, eating, dancing, getting drunk or making out, before getting to the bathroom. Sure enough, his son was there throwing up in the toilet with two other people, one rubbing his back and the other handing him water there and then. Charming. Now, he recognized Arno, the adoptive son of one of his associates, but not the other one. Probably Desmond.

“Um... Aveline, who is this?” That was Desmond. “It’s Connor’s father, Haytham Kenway. I asked Agape to call him earlier. Sorry for the late hour, Mr Kenway. We just thought it would be better if Connor woke up in his own bed instead of an unfamiliar environment.” “Thank you for your concerns, Arno. Now, if you don’t mind, I will take my son with me.” Haytham helped Connor get up, who was somewhat clumsy. “Careful! He’s still drunk.” “Thank you for the concern... Desmond?” The one with the white hoodie nodded, somewhat scared of what Haytham was going to do next. The business man just walked out, carrying his son.

“Ngeeeh... dad?” “Welcome back in the world of the living, son. I see you are still drunk.” In his drunk mind, Connor was able to tell that his father was disappointed. And he was not drunk! He would prove it right here and right now. “Hey dad.” “What?” “What’s the meaning of life.” “42.” “But-” “It’s 42.” “Why are you mad?” “Because my only son, the only reminder I have of Ziio, got drunk at a party and I was called a 2 in the morning, in the middle of the winter, because you were too intoxicated to properly function. And, in my hast to go, I woke up Shay and your grandfather, making both of them worried sick about you. That is why I am mad.” “Oh...” Silence. And then, in all of his drunken glory, Connor proceeded to ask his father if he was still a virgin. You’ve read that right. And Haytham’s only answer was to look at him with pain in his eyes before telling him they were home, and that it was the last time he was picking him up in his life before they both got into the house, were Edward was waiting in the kitchen and Shay was pacing in the living room. The Irish man immediately helped Connor to the bathroom.

“So?” “He’s getting over his hangover.” “Good. Anything else?” “Yes. He got called by some of his friends. They were just wondering if he was okay.” Haytham sighed in relief. That was always that... “Something wrong?” “I have no idea of what I am going to do with this child, Shay.” The younger man sat down next to him on the couch, looking at him. “What do you mean?” “I’m afraid for him, that’s what I mean! He’s always running off somewhere doing some errands, he has difficulties with his studies, he already ran to the woods three times” “He was just camping with his cousin two of these times. The other time, he was simply taking a walk.” “-and he’s getting along with my father.” “I fail to see the last point.” “Have you forgotten what my father was, Cormac?” “No, he was a sailor, the captain of the Jackdaw to be more precise, and a hustler- oh. I see now.” 

Haytham looked at Shay, and eyebrow raised. “You’re afraid that the lad will end up like his grandpa!” “That’s exactly it.” “Well, he will if you constantly shelter him.” “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means you shelter him too much, and that he’s only going to lash out in return. He’s going to be a legal adult in three months, you need to cut him a break.” “Weren’t you the one who panicked when I decided to go get him this morning?” “You woke up in a haste, searched for your coat for ten minutes while you prepared yourself a coffee with the machine, which is incredibly loud, and when asked about it, you only said that Connor was in trouble. Why wouldn’t I be worried sick? I’ve know him since he moved in with you, and he practically became my son as well when we decided to move together.” 

Haytham looked at him a moment, before snorting. “When did you became the intelligent one, Shay?” “I am not. I merely remember what it was like to be a young fool, that is all.” “HEY, SON” The two men jumped when Edward barged in the living room. “Your son has been throwing up since ten minutes, why aren’t you there to help him?” “Because I am tired from waking up at two in the morning, that’s why.” “And that’s a good reason to let your boyfriend take better care of him.” “Me and Shay aren’t dating, father.” “Sure thing son, sure thing.” “THEY ARE DATING. I’VE HEARD THEM LAST NIGHT.” That was Connor. Who was still in the bathroom. Good thing he was sobering up. “I swear that was the neighbor.” “Don’t even try to defend yourself, Shay. These two are more stubborn than a mule.”

QUICK REMINDER: This does not have an actual link with my story. I just wanted to write something silly. I’ll let you decide whether or not Shay and Haytham are platonic but close friends or lovers. Until then!