Sister Dearest (Connor Kenway x Sister!Reader/Haytham Kenway x Daughter!Reader)
‘’Summary: Y/N Kenway has to decide.
Since Y/N Kenway was a small child, she knew her father as her protector. It was always just the two of them. When Haytham moved to Boston for some business, bringing his daughter with him was the only natural thing to do. Back then, she was only five years old - and let me tell you, moving all across the world isn’t easy for a child that age, especially with her father absent most of the time. Despite everything, Haytham’s and Y/N’S relationship grew even stronger. Y/N learned to cherish those rare moments when her father was at home - Haytham did cherish those moments too. He loved his daughter deeply, even more, when he figured out that he had another child - a child that he couldn’t take care of. Maybe that’s the reason Haytham protected his daughter all the time; he was afraid that he would lose the only thing that mattered to him and the only person that was keeping him sane.
Y/N Kenway also knew that she had a brother, but she also learned to never speak of him. So the only thing she could do was to sometimes ask her father about his life when they just moved to Bostom, praying that he would speak about the women he conceived her brother with - but he almost never did.
For her every birthday, she wished for one thing to happen - for her to meet her brother - and one birthday, she finally did. At the first few encounters, Connor wanted nothing to do with her or with her father, but Y/N was too stubborn to let her brother go. Over time, Connor and Y/N grew closer, while Y/N and her father drifted apart. Y/N learned about Templars and Assasins and what they fought for, and she knew that her brother and father were on the opposite sides. She knew, that even though they were blood, one of them would die.
‘‘Haytham Kenway is a bad man, fighting for a wrong cause. But father...father is a good and caring man. I wish you had met him like that.’‘ she once told Connor.
‘‘He is my brother, your son. He is a child in need of protection just as I am. We need you father, both of us.’‘ she once told Haytham.
But everything she has done wasn’t enough - one of the two would die. So that’s how she found herself here. She was running and jumping over the rooftops with a revolver in her hand. She ran towards a courtyard where she hoped that the two of them would be. She still didn’t know what to do - she wanted to save both of them, but she knew that wasn’t possible. A loud blast was heard as cannonballs started hitting once again ‘’Fuck.’’ Y/N yelled to herself as she almost fell of the rooftop.
‘‘ Surrender and I will spare you. ‘‘ she heard a hard voice of her younger brother and she ran towards it. ‘‘ Brave words from a man about to die. ‘’ her father said, just as she reached an end of the bulding close enough so she could se her father and brother. ‘‘ You fare no better.’’ Connor yelled back. ‘‘ Even when your kind appears to triumph... Still we rise again. And do you know why? It is because the Order is born of a realization. We require no creed. No indoctrination by desperate old men. All we need is that the world be as it is. And this is why the Templars will never be destroyed! ‘‘ Haytham said, walking towards Connor. The two started to fight and Y/N did the only thing she could do, she fired the gun hitting her target. Haytham looked at his daughter, betreyal evident in his eyes as he fell down. Y/N ran towards him, crying. ‘‘I’m sorry father. You gave me no other choice.’‘ she fell next to him, taking his hand. ‘‘I always knew that you would choose your brother. I’m sorry for failing you...for being a bad father. You were the only thing that mattered to me. ‘‘ he squeezed her hand, turning towards Connor ‘‘ Don't think I have any intention of caressing your cheek and saying I was wrong. I will not weep and wonder what might have been. I'm sure you understand. Still, I'm proud of you in a way. You have shown great conviction. Strength. Courage. All noble qualities. I should have killed you long ago. But now that I’m dying and you get to live...Take care of your sister, don’t forget what she did for you.’‘ Haytham spoke to Connor and then once again towards his daughter ‘‘You are my most precious gift.’‘ were his last words. Y/N cried harder. Her father loved her so much that he didn’t care if she killed him.