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Feb 17, 2025

Myths cannot love.

Cw: starts off as a very toxic,one sided relationshipp. Mentions of parental death,obssesion, death by Burning alive. Its a dark one guys.

Summary: Haytham Is hopelessly in love with Jerico. Problem is,they arent who he thinks they are.

>only mutuals allowed to reblog.

The old church was cold and bathed in snow. The wood creaked with the wind,and there in the silence of the abandoned,empty building, there was little to see.

Connor found himself thrown on the ground when he stepped in,his father descending from the ceiling like an eagle pouncing.

--Any last words,connor?-- He asked.

--Wait!

--Poor choice...

--Step the fuck away from him-- said a voice behind him,almost crackling like the sun. It follows with the click of a flintlock and with the sliding of metal from a hidden blade.

Haytham sighed,and backed off with his hands in the air. He partially turns back,so he can catch in his periphery the view of his son. Always a precaution First.

--Ah,if it isnt you...Helios how nice of you to join us-- He offered a welcoming smile and a nodd with his hands raised and his hidden blade sheathed. He still thinks he can get them on his side. Obssesed much?

--She renounced that name Many milennia ago--their gaze hardens like a solar flare about to burst-- You'll do well to remember my name,Haytham, for it Will be on your death certificate.

The templar sighs and adds--Before we settle this like animals,I propone an allegiance. You want the supplies Church stole,I want to see him punished. Our interest allign.

--Vaguely-- Jerico bit.

--Or I can kill you both now

--Try me,tea boy-- They sneer.

Connor does snort at that,his fathers face of bewilderment is nothing short of hysterical. But he clears his throat-- Jerico...

--You cant be serious,Connor-- they give their boyfriend a look.

--Trust me-- He insists.

They Lower their weapons and a truce comes to pass. They track the whereabouts of the wagon that took the supplies and Church out of there. As Jerico helps Connor,Haytham watches with this obssesive look in his eyes.

Hes been meaning to get to them for so long.

--Any signs of She?--Haytham asked to his templar subordinates.

--None,master. Maybe shes yet to be born?

--Impossible- She appears in every major struggle. With the way things are unfolding here in the colonies she must-

--Hey,asshole!--Jerico barked, pulling him back to reality-- We found a direction to go,move it!

He follows as he shakes his head-- I wasnt expecting you to be so...

--So?--They turn to face him as the three trek across the heavy snow.

--Rebellious

They almost want to roll their eyes-- not so much for a proper Lady,that it? Well sorry if I dont conform to your idea of a savior goddess. Helios was the sun,nurturing as she was Burning. So get it out of your head.

Connor puts a hand on his partner's Lower back,murmuring something in his mother tongue. They seem to understand,and they go to take his hand that rests on their body.

Haytham sneers and looks past the snow covered trees.

He had spent years wondering if the stories are true,how she chose only those the purest of hearts to be their bethroted. He had seen,he had read about their Beauty,their kindness,the wonderful gift of being loved by her.

She was the sun,nurturing,warm and soft. The touch of her skin was as soft as rustling of leaves,where she Walked loved bloomed in her step.

Nights he spent imagining how her hand would feel upon his cheek. Her lips on his,his skin against hers. It was such an intoxicating thought.

Drunk on desire he wandered his mind,building upon the myths he had read.

--We're near the camp-- Connor announced.

--You go seek out Church. -- Haytham ordered.

--What about you?

--Never mind it. Go.

Jerico begins to walk,connor follows. But they wont trust the templar so easily,they split off,and the senior assasin follows after the senior kenway.

Silently they go across tree tops,Hiding in the evergreens where they can,scattering pebbles over snow to throw him off their track. It works,theyre quite surprised that that. This idiot should know better,but Perhaps the years are catching up to him.

They stalk,looking at him work his way around the camp.

Ita almost dissappointing that after ten minutes hes yet to catch up. It works in their favor,but god its embarassing. They need to make sure Connor doesnt turn out that way.

Meanwhile, Haytham walks unassuming and unaware. His hands are behind his back as he thinks about one of his previous encounters with Jerico, it was a troubling one.

Summer was slowly going out,there wasnt much time before mid september switched to autum. But today was the fourtheenth of september,and it was a special day.

He finds who he is looking for,hanging from a cloth of silk masterfully. Each end is wrapped around their feet, they move one leg over the other and the cloth circles their legs beautifully- they spin over themselves three times until they hang,and pull close to one of the sides of the cloths for balance.

A breath leaves them as they stabilize.

Jerico breathes in again and as they exhale they pull Open their legs further. Their lashes brush against those delightful cheeks when their eyes flutter close. They are unaware of the onlooker hiding behind the blooming bushes.

With a low voice,they sing-- Springtime in the city

The canal banks are empty again

The grass crying out to be heated by bodies

The streets for the laughter of young women and men

Canal boat and trolley

Wildflower and barley

And sweet do they sound.

Like a goddess' voice ebbing from their chest, blooming further with the lushness around. Perhaps this Is what sailors spoke about in mermaids, though this one sits at land.

Nymph,perhaps? Sweet Guardian of spring and summer. Turning twenty one wonderful years of existence,gracing this world with their kindness.

In the blink of an eye he stumbles over,taken by their Beauty. And in the blink of an eye a dagger is thrown between his legs,the blade brushing over his upmost inner thigh and cutting a line through it.

--There she is,the birthday girl-- Haytham said tried to not show how startled he was,and how terrified.

--Dios santo,not you again-- From their place, they still remain wrapped in cloth. Their eyes burn a hole through his head like a bullet made of heavenly Fire.

--Dont sound so dissapointed,love.

That kenway charm, and that accent.

Jeri rolled their eyes-- the fuck do you want?

--Merely to give you a gift,as I understand it its your birthday today. -- he steps closer,past the Bush and close to them. He offers a box wrapped in moss green paper,he sets it on the floor,away from the dirt. His gift a most precious offering.

--Templars giving gifts to assasins. Today is my birthday-- they look away and concentrate on their movements as they pull back from the cloth and hold their arms out-- Have you no respect for Connors mother?

--Pardon?--He asked-- what would you know about Ziio.

--That shes dead,burnt alive-- They began. Their coldness should not be confused with not caring. They care profusely,but they Will make it hurt. For Ziio-- By your precious Lee no less. Burnt half of Ratonhnhaké:ton's village, under your orders.

--What?!--Haythams eyes shot Open.

--Oh dont play dumb. Dont come to me looking for a bone because you wont get one!-- even with their voice raised they do not falter or slip from their pose.

--I- But I didnt know! I swear I didnt!-- He protested,dread and grief setting on his chest-- I had told him to stop looking for the precursor site! That it was fruitless...

--Well then,see how did that go for ya-- jeri opens their eyes and grabs the end of the cloth that faces their back--Without any respect,Father in law, go fuck yourself.

They unfurl from the cloth,spinning the opposite side they had originally spun. They then undo the wrappinga on their feet and fall to the earth,breathing in relief.

--I...didnt know. Of that you can trust my Word

Jerico snorted-- oh, well isnt that funny? A templar going rogue. -- they approach the box and look at the Man with their arms crossed over their chest-- what a gift.

Even goddeses can be cruel.

--Oh but what about this gift,haytham?--The way they say his name isnt coated with honey like he expected. It sizzles and drags him down underwater Like an anchor.

--Dont be so sardonic. -- he tried to bite with a shaking voice.

Kneeling on the ground they undo the wrapping of the paper, its soft against their touch. Within theres a box, quaint and of brown wood. They Open it to find a red Velvet inside,cushioning a beautiful necklace.

A golden chain,riddled with pearls that cascade like clouds. The pendant is a sun made out of a beautiful yellow jasper. It shines gorgeously under the sun.

Their eyes widen with surprise and they hold the gift with a lot more care than they intended.

They felt like they didnt deserve it.

--Its my gift to you,nothing more--Haytham knelt on the ground, pushing away the grim thoughts as best as he can. --A young Lady like you deserves beautiful jewelry like this.

Jeri meet his gaze, in their eyes is thankfulness,surprise,softness,but a tinge of something else. Like this isnt for them.

--Im not her,ill never be her. Helios is Long gone,Haytham-- They whispered,afraid any being in existence would hear.

He clicked his tongue and said-- nonsense,dear... If I May..?--He carefully takes the pendant from them with a gentle nodd. They stand there frozen as he leans over and fastens it to them.

When his rough hands met their soft skin,they felt goosebumps erupt across their trapezi. He smells their perfume,green Apple,jasmine,lemon...its intoxicating.

And his knuckles Gently brush against their chest as he guides the pendant to sit on where their sternum would be.

Theres this reverence to his gaze. A reverence to a goddess that long since left the temples, and that heeds no more the prayers. A goddess that has abandoned him.

--Beautiful-- His fingers push away the hairs that fall from their tight bun,the ones that brush against their trapezius. -- It looks gorgeous on you.

--Leave,Haytham-- they pulled away,face red-- Just leave.

He sighs,and gets up. He offers his hand but they bat it away--Happy birthday...-- he looks at them,how their breath falters and their shoulders Rise and fall raggedly.

Carefully he leaves. And when they are only one left to hear their own breath, they rip away the necklace and throw it on the floor,their breaths uneven as they scream with grief and agony.

Something burns inside of them,something dies inside of them.

And even though Haytham is not that far away,their wail falls on deaf ears.

Haytham sighed out loud as he stopped. He feels shame creep up on him like a centipede, each little leg brushing and breaking his ego.

--Youre going to hurt yourself up there-- he Turned to ser the hooded figure atop one of the leafless trees.

--Took you long enough to realize,old man-- they smirk,their eyes hidden by the shade of their hood.

--you look ridiculous,get down from there!

Jer snorted at the sheer irony,but before they can say anything, a Group of men approach. Church's men. The assasin hides,and Haytham is quickly taken- he barely put up a fight. Caught off guard,he Will say when alls resolved.

Connor ends up saving his ass,only to find that bell wasnt there either but guarded in an old warehouse in New York.

The three do what they must to sneak in- but Church and the supplies werent there either. Yet they did find an ambush- which ended in Haytham falling with Connor into the water as the building was set ablaze and the young assasin charged to break Open their escape route.

Jeri followed after once they heard both men splash into the water. They fall graciously like a dolphin,entering the River like a professional dive jumper.

When the two assasins and the templar get back on solid ground,Haytham's eyes are all over the female assasin as he grumbled

--Church Is a day ahead of us by now..--He tries so hard to stare but their clothes stick to their body a little. Connor silently stares daggers at his father.

--I have a ship-- concludes the younger kenway,wrapping an arm around his girlfriend-- come to the port when youre ready.

Both assasins walk away towards their destination. Jeri leans on their boyfriend's body and lowly adds.

--Pay him no mine,hes obssesed.

--He wont ever understand youre not her-- Connor growled,feeling jealousy and repulsion strike Him like a match is striked,lighting the Fire of his anger.

--He wont but thats his issue. -- they answer.

--But I have seen you,youre not comfortable- You hate it.

--I do-- they answered,leaning closer as the warm wind dries Their clothes-- but we can use this. Whenever we deem it necessary.

--If he tries anything,i Will bash his head in.

Jeri couldnt help but find it adorable-- feel free,little bear!

-♡-

The Aquila,the beautiful brig-frigate hybrid,it danced across the east coast sea beautifully in direction of the caribbean.

Haytham watched as the crew,superstitious bunch, treated the only woman aboard with Grace. He seethes with jealousy,why is his adoration denied and theirs appreciated?

The crew sings and drums along to the beat of the sea shanties.

As if his father's constant singing wasnt enough..

--I thought I heard the Old Man say

Leave her, Johnny, leave her

Tomorrow you will get your pay

And it's time for us to leave her

Happily do they all sing as the ship is set to full sail,Jerico dances around with one of the crewmates and smiles. Their boots hit the deck and they clap to the rythm.

Such joy in their face as they go along,their voice a gift to his ears--Leave her, Johnny, leave her

Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her

For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow

And it's time for us to leave her

Each clop of feet and each clap,his patience thinned one by one. Each sailor that took jericos hand to dance,each little smile they gave to connor.

Haytham fixes his hat as he throws it into the ring. Next time he is able,he swoops in for the dance. He gains a scowl,and he simply smiles and nodds.

--Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high

Leave her, Johnny, leave her

She shipped it green and none went by

And it's time for us to leave her

They are spun as the lyrics were sung,brought to the chest of the templar that even if he wasnt without his charms, they would kill him before accepting his advances.

Yes,he was handsome Man. The allure of somebody older,more experienced,was quite strong. And had they not been from opposite teams-and a deadbeat dad at that- they would have gotten along.

His hand placed on their waist as they spin and dance,he looked at them with that same old devotion.

A devotion to a goddes that was dead.

Jerico meets connors gaze who is trying to make his father drop dead from his glares alone. But an aidea came to mind thanks to the lyrics.

The female assasin does a movement with their hand,and he understands then. He steers the wheel so hard Haytham trips from the inclination, and with their swift steps jer dances away and up to where their boyfriend was.

And before Haytham can go after it, a crew mate pulls him for a dance much to his hummiliation. Which is just the icing on the cake.

Jer sits on the railing and shares a little knowing smile with their beloved,and then the voyage goes on uninterrupted as the song keeps being sung.

-♡-

Night had Fallen over the sea,the moon shone through clouds of thick storm. Theres a wind that bites a vicious chill,and the salt in the air makes lungs burn when its breathed in.

Jerico sits at the end of the deck,watching the ship rise up and down steadily. They mess with the necklace Connor had made them when they got together,they trace the beads soothingly.

Their mind wanders off,watching the gentle waves ebb and flow.

A fault in the system,Helios would have called it.

They werent supposed to remember.

Not each love before,no bayek,no Alexios and Kassandra,no altair, no ezio. Love wasnt supposed to be remembered,it was supposed to be re-experienced.

Clean slate,devoid of loss and pain,of joy and pleasure. Devoid of past friendships and formed families.

Yet still they remember,each and every little piece.

The adventures across Masyaf,the Grief of losing Khemu,the wild nights in Firenze,the quest across Konstantiniye.

Was then where something broke? When they saw altairs tomb? Was then when something in their genome snapped? Why do they remember? Why do they know?

Helios had made them- Herself- These reicarnations to be as close to human as possible. To sow love and experience love every time, with everything that came attached.

It plagues them in nightmares,because Helios died in flames from the sun burst- And never have they dreamed of a past life's gentle death. No,it has always been only a nightmare of angry,heavenly heat Burning them into death. And then nothing else.

Those moments of painful burning,of skin being teared appart,carbonized,they feel every second stretched into hours. They feel their tears fall and evaporate. They die,over and over again- they die with her.

They die with each lover they feel like they outlived. With each tomb and funeral they remember,each partner that passed- Each life they cant return to but long so deeply to do so. All the glamour,the adventures,the love- oh the love, it Will kill them in the end.

Everything, they remember everything.

Hence why Helios is dead- she burnt, theres nothing left to her but her visage and her history- written not by her hand- but by those that loved her.

In the end,only love remains.

But for them,only grief.

--Jerico..--The voice of Haytham comes with his steps-- what are you doing here? Youll freeze yourself to the death or worse- Get sick!

They huff out like an angry horse-- Go fuck off, Haytham. I dont want you around.

He walks up to them,leaning on the handrail just like they are. --Jerico-

--Dont pretened you know who I am!-- they yelled,turning to him with glossy eyes-- Helios died!Shes dead! She burnt alive! She'll never love you!--they tear their throat out as they cry and scream,that grief Burning their throat.

Warm tears go down their face,reddening with each violent sob. Haythams expression is one of utter surprise and dread,his hands are up as if hes frozen mid action.

Their hands grip his collar and they yell--And she Will never love you! You are one of them like Minerva and Jupiter! You see humans as only slaves! She would have despised you. You know how I know? Because i remeber! I am broken!

Silence.

--I remember every. Single. Fucking. Moment.!--they growl in his face like a madenned animal-- I dream every night of when she was burnt alive,and I feel this utter yearning for all the lives I cant return to. When does the line between me and her blurr? You have never experienced that! You dont know how much it hurts

Haytham grabs them by the biceps and Gently brings them in for a hug. They are in so much pain,a pain that tears them down from their heart to the hearth of the earth.

Every day feels like they are dead- despite the love,despite the kisses Connor gives them. All the love they experience.

They remember,they are-

--Broken -- they heaved against his chest-- haytham I am broken.

--No,no dont say that. Youre not broken-- he cooed with this softness,this softness he didnt have with his son. And never will-- How could you be broken?

--Im not supposed to remember-- They say with a string of a voice,that shakes and cracks like an unstable foundation-- And I remember,all the love...and all the loss.

He looks at their weak form,they look so much like theyre made of flesh and bone and not sunlight and ancient knowledge. He kneels on the ground as they crumple into a heap of fractured memories and grief,he wraps them in this tight hug and his warmth- its so comforting.

And his cologne,its so nice on their senses. Hes comfortable,like a fine pillow. Oh they understand his allure, that robustness, the strength. The comfort they always sought- and never got.

They were a Runaway for a reason.

--Loss and Love are part of a humans life,dear-- He said softly,pushing away all those stray hairs that brushed against their face.

Theres a comforting quality to his touch that they dont remember him having...

--Now,we both know Helios wasnt human-- He continued,his accent soft as Velvet and intoxicating like alcohol-- The fact that you remember all that? It doesnt mean youre broken,it means youre human... you are what she made you to be.

--I miss them all...-- they whimper.

--But they were buried alongside your previous you- So say the history books.--He reassured,pulling their face back to stare at those gorgeous green eyes. They are slightly red with all they have cried-- But you left with them,not without them. Youre a gift from the old world...

"Its a gift to be able to hold you" his mind says,but his mouth silences.

His thumb cleaned away their tears,he watches them and he Gently pressed a kiss to their cheek.-- You are not broken,never. --He insisted-- You are gorgeous,and Smart... and so very special.

Jerico managed to smile and giggle, they Grab his wrists and pull his hands away. They sniff and say-- Cant believe im saying this,but thank you,Haytham.

--Its nothing,Jerico-- The name feels odd in his mouth,bitter. Hes so used to calling them Helios...

They shakily get up to their feet,and he stands up too. They say a quick goodbye,and go below deck to find Connor.

And as they leave,the templar feels like the sun is being taken away from him.

-♡-

Nights passed, and things changed little. Haytham and Jerico seemed to be a little more civil about eachother- But there was still much difference.

The moon above shone, spilling through the Windows of connors room. He was going to take the night shift,and his beloved would sleep it away.

But before he leaves,a conversation must be had.

--I dont want you to end up like your dad-- The female assasin said as they fix the neck of the mans assasin robes.

--What made you fear this?--He asked,his arms tightly around their waist.

--Just...an odd feeling. Dont end like your dad,Obssesed with an idea that Will never come to pass

--I know what you mean-- he said with empathy for the grief of his beloved,he has comforted them night and night again when the nightmares of helios death came.

--I just want to hear you say it. Promise me.

--Of course--He smiled to ease their pain-- I Will never become my dad,obsses with useless ideas that defy the reality. That defy death.

Jerico sighs in relief,and they get a sweet, gentle kiss. They kiss back and hold his face in their hands like a treasure,his warm palms rub soothing circles on their Lower waist.

In the silence of the night they hear second in command's Faulkner go below deck. Its time for Connor to leave.

--And about my father...-- he says softly-- if your heartstrings pull you to him,i wont object. I know your loyalty lies with me,and the Creed. But I want your heart to be free.

--Are you sure of this?--He nodded when they asked.

--Just a sinking feeling I had.

They snort-- Well,I cant help but admit your father has his charms. But you perfected them...--That makes him laugh.

He gives them one last kiss as his heart flutters,and tells them good night. Jerico goes to lay down when they are alone,and curl up in the sheets like a butterfly's cocoon.

Warmth wraps around them and they get ready to sleep and forget their boyfriends absence. The sway of the boats feels like the rocking of a craddle. Cozy,comforting-

Knock. Knock.

--Who is it..?!--They grumble.

--I was thinking about an exchange. A Kenway for another..--Comes the voice of Haytham.

Jer wants to blow a hole through the wall the bed is pressed up on.

--Come in,the Doors open. But be brief

Next thing they hear is the creaking of a door,soft steps entering and the door closing. They Open their eyes to see the older kenway,dressed in simple sleep clothes.

Okay,he does look hot.

--How ungentlemanly of my son to leave you all alone in this cold night-- He put his hands on his hips and his eyes settled on the figure between the sheets.

--A kenway for another you said? -- they snorted-- What do you want?

--Well,you need a Man to warm your bed.

They barked out a laugh-- Get out and go fuck yourself,Haytham.

--I had a feeling you might say that-- He grabs his shirt by the back and pulls it over his head-- Let me sweeten the deal,then?

Jeri has to stop their eyes from popping out of their sockets as his eyes settle on his fine form. His hair is loosened from his usual low ponytail and he grins like a smug Fox.

For a Man his age,he aged like fine wine.

They give his back to him and loudly say-- Fuck off! -- but their face is burning red. They knew Ziio was pretty,but Connor also inherited his father's looks.

They are silently begging the ship sinks down in this very instant.

--I Will leave if you ask me again-- his voice softened,no longer flirty.--Im no monster...

With a reluctant sigh,they shuffle to make space for him knowing they have Connors blessing.

--Was that so hard,little Lady?--He asked with a smirk,kicking off his shoes and getting into bed. Both have a few centimeters between eachother,but his roiling warmth still kisses their skin past their sleeping clothes.

--Im begging for Connor to cut your dick off.

He laughed -- im sure you are.

They press their back against his side,and he chuckles lowly like a purring cat and envelops them in a tight,protective hug. They lean against him and his face found the crook of their neck.

Warm breath against their skin- His warm breath...

--When you said a Kenway exchanged, I preffered Edward honestly. I remember how he was

Haytham rolls his eyes-- Listen. If- when the nightmares come,dont doubt to wake me.

Theres something to be said about him recognizing that these nightmares werent a possibility- They were fact,hard one at that.

--Youll feel me trash about. So ill probably wake you up anyway...

His lips pressed a gentle kiss to their shoulder,it soft- with a gentleness they didnt expect from him. It still feels like dead devotion,but he isnt forcing them to feel it- hes trying to be kind.

--Sweet dreams-- He says anyway,even if he knows this night wont be sweet.

--Sweet dreams.. --They close their eyes,and slowly drift Into slumber.

Few hours into the heart of the night do the nightmares come. The sheets and covers are moved as jer kicks about and trashes Like a fish out of water.

The first thing the templar feels is cold sweat against his chest,murmurs of pain and whimpers. His eyes flutter Open and he sees the girl trying to break from his grasp.

--Jerico...--He calls out softly,shaking them-- Wake up.

But all he gets Is more movement. --I...need...to save them. The sun- the sun-!

--Jerico...wake up!--He calls again,bringing them close to his chest as their fists softly hit his body.

--Ezio- Altair...the vault- Bayek- our son-!

--Jerico!

He shouts,and its then they wake. Breathing in and jumping to sit. They shake,and their body is coated in cold sweat, Haytham looks at them...so weak,so small.

It makes him want to protect them.

They turn to him,and blink with glossy eyes. He coos and says--Oh,you sweet girl..--He brings them in for a hug,feeling their body shake against him. He squeezed them his embrace-- the past is the past,my dear. Its gone,history...

--They are gone.

--But not without you. With you,with all the past yous-- He cooed,stroking their brown and gold hair-- My little gift,its the past. You are alive,not a burn on your self.

Jerico sniffs as they cry against his neck-- Oh,you...

He spends several minutes calming them down. And kisses the top of their head when they manage to cry everything out. He felt so bad for them,so burdened..

It never crossed his mind that a gods life could be so painful.

But in the end,jerico ends up falling back asleep against his chest. And he tucks them back into bed, hoping they get some proper rest- His heart shatters at the pain they show,at the grief.

One final kiss is pressed against the top of their head before he goes back down to sleep. And though in the morning hes gone,to avoid Connor effectively chopping his dick off,he does give them the kindness of leaving a cup of tea waiting by their bedside table.

Its comfort enough.

Connor could tell Jerico had another nightmare,but he was somewhat at ease knowing they werent alone through it. He would never see eye to eye with his father,but he was thankful where he wanted to be.

-♡-

When they finally found Church,hidden within another ship in the caribbean,he was dealt with swiftly. But the supplies are yet to be returned, so off they go the three of them into the islands to find them.

Haytham watches Connor hold Jericos hand,the gentleness that he does it with. The male assasin is a lot more steadfast in his love,but the tiny smiles he gives them- it means the world to jeri.

The heat was opressing, but still they trek.

To the templar,it was nigh unbereable.

But not for the two love birds as they go over him in the tree tops,over branches and v shaped tree Trunks. He swears jerico is singing something...

They return the supplies with swiftness and bloodshed. And by the time they make it to New York,Haytham soon realizes itll take a long time to win Jericos heart.

In New York,more pressing matters call for them- going after the loyalist commanders to put an end to the civil war. There was one problem.. all the information they had was that the soldiers were awaiting orders.

--And your contacts?--Jerico teased,leaning on Connors shoulder.

--Ive got nothing to show for it since im completely in the dark!--Haytham answered,reluctant and frustrated in a way that the female assasin found very funny.

--I thought templars had eyes and ears everywhere--Connor added,one arm slung around his beloveds waist and his other hand resting on his hip.

--We had,until you two started cuttin' them off!--He protested in a huff-- my informants said the soldiers are simply awaiting orders from their commanders...

--Thats it,then-- Jeri said with a cheery attitude.

--We go after the commanders-- Connor finished the thought,and Haytham seethed in silence at their synch. How come his son has it so bloody easy?

But still,off they went through the war torn,west district of NY.

--All these lives lost...over this senseless war...--Jerico gasped as they saw the funeral pyres and the delapitated, blown up building.

--All the more reason to stop them...--Haytham Added,Putting a hand on Jers back as both landed on the roof. Connor was close behind.

--Yeah,all the more reason-- Jeri has gotten a little meek at his attention,its started to feel almost comforting.

--Come on...-- Connor added,taking his beloveds hands and hiding them away from passing guards. Haytham is left to scatter like a bug to hide.

The last thing he needs,his son as competition.

At this burnt church,they find the commanders. Connor makes jerico go up first,as they scale he gives his father a look.

--You treat me like an animal!--the older Man protested

--You have a staring problem...--Connor finished before going up to meet with his beloved. His father shake his head and hisses out a sigh,following after them both.

At the top of the old,destroyed tower they hear the commanders speak. Haytham keeps a protective hand on Jers Lower back,and as he listens he notes theres nothing much of use. They are discussing over and over again if to send reinforcements or stay in NY to not risk exposure but risk defeat.

-- Theyre talking in circles-- Haytham growled,his voice gravelly this close to him. Jeri feels a slight shiver run down their spin-- We'll learn nothing of use,watching as we are...

There under the moonlight,the female assasin has to admit that he looks...soft,handsome.

--Then what do you propose we do? March in there and demand answers?--Connor bit, sarcasm and irony in his voice.

--well,Yes--the templar said,scaring both youngsters as he practically jumps from the platform. He kills two of the guards as he lands.

Jerico looks at their boyfriend as the guards tell "Ambush!". Both are baffled at the reaction,its so unlike the older kenway. What has gotten into him now?

--Connor? A little help here?--the Man asked as more guards sorrounded him,grasping muskets in their hands.

Connor rolls his eyes and murmurs a cuss Word in his Native tongue. He looks up at rhe Sky and shakes his arms in protest,jeri yells out something along the lines of "You deserve it, old Man!" Before them and their boyfriend drop down to help.

Tonight was going to be a long,long one.

After a fight,they round up the commanders. Rain begins to fall,probably extinguishing what fires remain around the still smoldering ruins.

--We'll bring them to my quarters at Fort George and see what secrets they might share--The templar announced,tying up the wrists of one of the commanders.

Jeri felt their heart leap at the idea,their face warms up at the admittedly not pure thoughts that cross their head. They fail to notice as one of the Captives gets free of their bindings and begins to run.

--Really?!--Haytham complained in a way the assasin found funny. --Well you best get after him,then.-- he said to his son.

--You go,ill watch the prisioners...

--No,you do it.

--Why me?

--Because I said so! Now go!

--Theres no time for this!--Jerico interrupted--Connor,you go. Ill watch him

The male assasin gives his father a stern,stern look and he runs after the fleeing captive. There in the quiet of the night and the slight rumble of the storm,Jeri turns to the older Man.

--You have that look again,like youre going to give me a lecture.

--because Im about to--they sneered-- this is the second time you have acted like the uncuestionable father to Connor. Let me remind you that you werent there for no parts of his life,so step back.

--Excuse you?

--You heard me.

Haytham looks at jerico,they glare back at him with the anger of the gods. He sighs and relents, leaving the matter be.

Eventually they get to Fort George,Haytham opens the door of this interrogation room for the cautives but he does a little reverence as Jeri steps in. It makes them giggle,which makes his heart soar.

The commanders are tied to Chairs,and eventually their third friend gets there. Jeri pressed a kiss to connors lips as they went outside to ensure nobody interrupts.

But they must admit,hearing Haytham being scary was kind of- pretty attractive. But their little pinning moment is quickly interrupted when they hear father and son arguing over if Haytham should have Killed the commanders or not.

Jerico would never admit it, but Haytham was right. In this battle,in this lifestyle, they all tiptoed on the blade of an unseen attacker- It all depends on who strikes first- You or your enemy. And sometimes to Keep plans intact,to stay alive,you must kill the messenger.

Many times them and Connor have Argued over it, but it was all about how you saw life- especially this lifestyle. In the end,they agree to disagree.

Haytham storms off as he says-- Ill meet you both at Valley Forge--,but he does spare a glance to Jeri and winks,putting his hat briefly on his chest before leaving.

Butterflies fill the female assasin's stomach. They want to giggle and kick their feet- hes a charming bastard just like Edward was. Some things just run in the family...

-♡-

Shit had hit the fan the moment Haytham,connor and Jeri found the tent of Washington. Not only had the Man ordered an attack on connors village but also Haytham knew.

A verbal fight came,and Jerico now realized the monster the older kenway truly was. They see it then,and Haytham knows they can see it too. Dread settles on his chest then.

They rummage for something in their pockets,and finally find a grasp over the chain of the object but also their feelings.

Rising it up,they show off the gifted necklace. The Stone and pearls glimmer in the lighting of the storm.

--You kept it...?--The templar asked,with this child like hope. A hope that is short lived-- Wait- what are you doing?

Jeri throws it to his feet and spits on his boot. --You can fucking keep it.

Connor warns both the commander and the templar to not follow them,or he Will kill them both. He feels his girlfriend take his hand and tug him along, there was no time to waste.

Haytham watched them go,and his eyes fell to the muddying necklace. He leans down to Grab it and hold it like its a beating heart. The hook used to fasten the jewelry piece around the neck was broken like somebody had ripped it off with violence.

That scream had Fallen on deaf ears,but now it echoed in the storm and in his mind. The anger and grief of a dead goddess.

-♡-

Haytham returned to his home,holding still that necklace. He sat on his bed with a box,he looked at it and had a moment of asking himself if this was a good use for such a thing. Such a Powerful think he was entrusted with.

The latches on the box are undone,the lid pulled back, to reveal the Apple of eden, humming with power. Helios had destroyed outsider knowledge about her,no temples, no artifacts.

Placing his hand on it, he breathes out.

--Tell me about helios...--He said under his breath,the light of the Apple comes to life in geometric shapes. It fills his rooms with math he can only dream of comprehending.

But then he sees the light sway like a flame,and it wraps around his hand- and its in the shape of a hand too. Of delicate fingers,elegant And thin. His eyes widen,and he feels pulled into the Apple.

Slowly he blinks,his vision fuzzy and doubled. The air smells of jasmine,vanilla,fresh bakes goods and tea..

Into view comes this beautiful Palace,lush with greens and filled with animals- Some hes seen and others he hasnt.

--Oh dear! There you are-- Comes a sweet voice,energetic,youthful.

--What-?--Haytham looks as a woman approaches,beautiful and tall- Eight feet tall.

She wears revealing clothes of shiny gold,a crown of sunlight draped with greenery. Jewelry of gold and a veil behind their head. Brown and gold hair worn loose,porcelain skin filled with bright yellow marks that were symmetrical on each side of their body,but looked like plants.

A heart shaped face,pale skin,smells of jasmine,lemon and green Apple...

--Helios...?--He asked,his breath gone and his face warm.

--Indeed!--Their voice sounds odd,Like this is a memory and not reality. Its hard to tell...-- come,its tea time...

They Gently take his hand and guide him to a nice sofá,curling Like a tree. The Velvet its made out of is green,the furniture made of polished Woods. He sits,eyes widened with surprise.

--My- My goddess- im- --His words falter as he takes their hands in his.

Helios face contorns with disgust-- oh please dont call me that. You know I dont like it-- Her hands settle on his thighs and she leans in,pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

His face goes red,he reaches for her and cups their face in his hands. She giggles and pull back with ease too-- eat,drink...im happy youre here...

--You...You are?--He is a grown Man,why the fuck is he faltering so much? Why is his heart beating out of his chest?

--Well,ive been waiting for you...-- she hands him a cup of tea,some nice baked goods. They smell delicious,so sweet...fresh. like nothing hes had-- Ive had my eye on you for a while,dear.

--Its...an honor. Ive been looking for you too,I was afraid I wouldnt live to meet one of your- Clones is it?--He asked,taking a sip from his tea. Oh,its heaven sent-- My father met your last iteration but i-

Helios listens attentively,her hands hold her own cup and she drinks-- Well,thats an interesting story. Not..sure why you would speak of clones- there are no clones.

--Am I...in the era of the precursors?--He asked.

Helios shook her head-- doesnt matter,you wanted to know about me...

Setting his Cup on the coffee table,along with his snacks, he sits on his knees to reach her. His gaze softens,his hands are unsure on what to do-- if I May..? Please,say yes.

--Oh,i can never refuse your kind-- she brings him to his lap with ease,his hands trace her waist. The material of her bustie corset smooth and cold, then her hips as he squeezes them in his grasp.

--Youre beautiful, your clones too-- he mumbled, his pupils dilatating. She smells so sweet,she is so warm..-- so soft,so pretty...--His face pressed against her chest,his hands finding ways to slip underneath her clothes to press against more skin.

She laughed at his actions,indulging Him in his touch. Her hands kneaded his back,loosening the tension. He sighs and kisses across their chest,murmuring in his drunken stupor all manner of compliments.

--Handsome little human...--She breathed,messing with the ends of his clothes. -- I always wanted to be just like you,treated just like you...

Oh,he should have come here with offerings. Whatever his Lady wants, chocolate,flowers jewelry...he feels this euphoria in his chest when her lips kiss across his face and body, but never his lips...

--My Lady?--He asked,his voice is low and gravelly. Theres a warmth clinging to his stomach, sends the ends of his hairs to stand. This ambrosia that clouds his judgement,that makes his body light.

--Oh dont call me that!--She insists,her breath on his hair-- I dont like it..

--Sorry- its just...-- he looks up with fear,worried hes upset his goddess.

--You're no less than me,dear human...-- Her voice tries to soften-- You shouldnt be born to be slaves...to follow orders.

--Not slaves,but humanity needs shepherds..

--Oh dont say those things,you sound just like all the other Isu. I despise them..-- she growled. But then it melts away as his lips press kisses to their trapezius. --I hope that idolatry doesnt get passed down to you,sweet humans... I would hate anyone who stands by the others...

--Never...dont be silly-- He lied,his heart beating out of his chest. --Please,I want to hear about you,never mind the others...

His hands mess around,feeling and groping And touching where he can. Her giggles are Many as she recalls things he already knows about her,shes unable to go into detail- But hes so drunk on her he cant bring himself to ask why.

Her lips press against his shoulder,her warmth so wrapped around him like a blanket. Hes shaken off his coat,his shirt and vest halfway undone. He swears hes taken off her clothes but they still appear to be on.

But he can work around it.

--My Lady- Helios...-- he called out,seeing those gorgeous green eyes that meet his. She smiles at him like hes the only thing in the world,it makes his body so warm. --Allow me to be so lucky as to...

The world around him is a blurr,theres nothing else he cares for but this. Being able to love this goddess infront of him,thats holding him like hes a treasure.

For the tenth time,he tries to pull down the shorts that hugged her hips from underneath her skirt. But her hands wrap around his wrist. Her eyes are clearer now,its odd- Its not dream like.

--Haytham...--Her voice cuts through his intoxicated mind-- words of wisdom. To quoteth the raven,Nevermore.

His vision begins to blurr,the sensations are gone. The smell grows distant,his sight a mess,the world around him falls to black.

And then...hes back.

--What? No- No!--He grips the Apple of eden-- Take me back! I wasnt finished.

With a thin layer of cold sweat,his clothes stick to his body. His breath is ragged, his body feels light. He feels like a mess,he probably looks like one.

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He drops the object and holds his head,begging to be returned to that haven. Hes lost,hes lost her- He cant return,that paradise is lost.

Tears come down his cheek,and his mind wanders not at Helios- But to Jerico. Oh,were they okay? Theyre capable but..oh he worries...he worries so.

Twice hes lost them,only once he could have done something to prevent it.

-♡-

Jerico had let their mind wander as they ride to the Mohawk village. They remember their life with Edward,he was a stubborn Man that took an interest to Helios- But he never obssesed,he Always stayed in the present.

He said time and time again that he had Fallen in love with the person he met- not the one they were. And oh they still remember the surprise of learning who they were.

Why now? Why is it them that remembers and not their past selves?

Blissful ignorance, really. They wish they had known it in this lifetime.

--Youre quiet-- Connor said softly, holding their hands that met around his waist. Their chest pressed against his broad back-- Whats bothering you?

--The past...-- they answer -- how your father treats me...it hurts. Ill never be her..

He nodded-- And thats a good thing,you'll be yourself-- He looked at them over his shoulder-- My dear,dont become trapped in the past.

They sulk into themself-- Im doing the same as Haytham,arent I?

--Yours is understandable. It was your past lives-- He reassured-- But id like you to think of this present time.

Jerico nodded,pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. It makes a shiver run down his spine and they giggle-- Im happy to be here with you,to have you.

--Im so lucky to have you-- he answered-- And im so lucky to have your love in return.

They laugh and squeeze him-- I love you too.

In this moment of grim uncertainty,there was love. They May remember their love lost,but right now they wont forget the love they are living in this time. What a beautiful thing.

Each person loves in their own unique way,so the love they are experiencing now is one of a kind. Jerico allows themself to focus on that,and presses further against their love.

Despite it all,they have love. So much of it...

-♡-

[September 5 the battle of Chesapeke Bay]

In the victory that ensued, Jerico and Connor directed the ships towards Fort George to blow its walls and give them an opening. Yet in the scuffle,both assasins get separated.

Connor ends up in a battle with his dad,a bloody recrimination of could have beens and ideology. Father against Son,the stuff of legends and stories.

Jerico catches up in the Nick of time,when Haytham overpowers connor. There is something in them that stirrs, perhaps they had Fallen in love with the idea of someone. Of a gentleman,of a flirty scoundrel.

But there was only one way to find out.

They charge and body Haytham to the ground. The older Man groans in pain,as the cannons still ring from afar and the male assasin gets to his feet.

--Jerico...--the templar gasped,eyes losing focus from the lack of air and the exhaustion of the fight. He heaves for oxygen,the blood on his face drying in the hot night of summer.

--Haytham...-- they breathe out,their knee press against his chest and their hidden blades are out- Yet they dare not strike-- you saw her,didnt you? I could feel it.

--Youre right,shes gone...

--She is...--They nodd,eyes glossy.

--She wouldve never loved me anyway...--His voice is low-- And I...was a fool to put you through all I did.

Jerico sighs,and signals Connor to go after Lee. They Will handle this.

The male assasin goes,though hes worried still. But time was of the essence,and there was little to do right now. Perhaps this was something for them to handle,and not him.

--I accept your apology.

--Perhaps all this time...I should have focus less on learning about the past..--His hand reaches for their cheek,his thumb strokes it Gently-- and learn more about you,instead.

Jer pressed their forehead to his-- There is still time. Youre Edwards son,i cant bring myself to kill you.-- They close their eyes as they feel his arm go around their waist,a comforting Weight-- Ill tell you one thing about Helios, she knew when to be merciful.

--I dont deserve your mercy.

They pull back Gently,and as the proximity decreases, Haytham feels the need to pull them closer again. But they help him to his feet,and Carry him out of danger.

They couldnt bring him to the Homestead or Achilles would die right then and there. So,they bring him somewhere else.

Somewhere private.

In one if the Summers, jerico and Connor had made a nice tree house near the homestead. They took good care of it and it was quite liveable all things considered.

With some effort they help Haytham go up to the tree house and lay him down in bed. They go back to the homestead to get medicine from the woman taking care of Achilles,and then they return to the templar to heal his wounds.

Not a Word from the Man other than his pained breaths,they mend what they can and sit beside him. Their hands stroking his hair.

--I realize now I was a fool-- Haytham says, voice low. Hes so tired-- I fell in love with an idea, not with the person I had Next to me--His hand pressed against their thigh.

--I fell in love with an idea of you,so I suppose we're even-- they half joked,and he smiled a little.

--Can we start again?

--Just like sunrises,of course.

Very slowly,and not listening to Jers warnings,he sits up and takes their hand. He kisses their knuckles and smiles.

--Haytham Kenway,at your service.

The female assasin laughs,squeezing the hand in their grasp-- Jerico Aguilar,pleasure to meet you.

Gently he brings them in for a tight and loving hug. Their hands settle firmly on his back and the sigh,slowly relaxing into his arms. He does much the same and both stay in silence for hours,holding eachother like this.

Its no surprise that Haytham falls asleep from the exhaustion of the battle before. But they lay him down in that bed,and Keep at his side until Connor returns. They knew he already knew what they had done.

-♡-

September 14th,1781.

Jerico found themself in the forest,a green cloth hanging from a tree above. They prepare to climb it, and start their usual routine of tricks And dance.

Today was a special day. They had awaken to a fresh pair of sunflowers on their bedside table,and chocolates Next to their cup of tea.

It took them a moment to decipher who had left them there.

Connor had a habit of giving gifts by the end of the day,so this must be Haytham. Achilles just gave them an awkward hug,and a few kind words in his own way. They were like his own kid after all.

--I dont mean to Interrupt-- Came a british accent from nearby. The form of Haytham,still healing but alive,approached with a tender smile.

--Haytham,good morning-- They smile,and meets him halfway.

--Happy birthday,Dear.

--Thank you.

He grabs something from his pocket,keeps it hidden between his hands. He steps a little closer so the edge of his hat brushes against the top of their head.

--I know its not polite to re-gift things. But at the time I was giving this to the wrong person,a person that didnt exist-- he opens his hands to reveal that beautiful necklace-- I give this to you,To the Real Jerico. The assasin,the Runaway from the spanish colonies,the young woman of flesh and blood here in this moment.

Jerico feels their eyes gloss over,and they Gently Grab the necklace-- You fixed the hook...--They chuckle and he nodds with a tiny smile. They put it on and let it sit against their chest-- I like it a lot more now..

--Im glad.

They Gently cup his face and cant help but appreciate how taken aback he looks. He doesnt get a Word in before his lips meet theirs,and his heart begins to beat fast.

He kisses back and cups their face,his eyes closing as he drinks them in. Theres a warmth in his body that is disorienting,but he welcomes it as hes tugged closer.

Jeri feels the Mans strong arms hug their waist and pull them flush to him. His cologne wraps around them like a scarf and the world matters little to them now. What a sweet,sweet kiss.

When they pull back,their gazes meet. Theres something different now,something has changed for the better.

--My...--Haytham breathed out-- I could have the sun right infront of me and id still stare at you...

They giggle,a Love filled sound that makes him smile with all the softness in the world-- I outshine the sun?

--You always did,love.

He gives them another kiss,brief but still so loving.

--Ill let you get back to it,I dont want to bother-- he Gently pulls back,and they Grab his bicep.

--No,Stay. I like to have an audience-- They smile and he chuckles.

--Im so lucky.

The embrace is broken,and jeri returns to the green cloth hung upon a tree. Haytham sits on the dirt and brings his knees to his chest,watching with content.

He realizes now,gods arent thing that can be touched,myths cant love. But he can love the person right infront of him,and hes done wasting time on the past. And its so much better to love someone who can love him back.

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