Charles turned with a start, nearly dropping his keys on right on Spado’s head in his surprise. He could feel his face heat up when he saw the amused smile on Haytham’s face and he cursed silently. It seemed every day brought a new way for him to embarrass himself in front of his mentor.
“Forgive me, Sir. I did not mean for it to seem like I was sneaking off.”
Haytham holds a hand up to wave off the explanation and motions to the door.
“No need to explain yourself, though I would be much obliged if you would let us in. It looks as though it might rain soon and I am certain Spado would not appreciate getting drenched so needlessly.”
Again, Charles feels his face heat up and he fumbles with his keys a bit before managing to find the right one to unlock the door. Once inside, they’re greeted by an orchestra of barking and an army of dogs rushing towards them; nine Pomeranians, five others of various breeds. Charles drops to one knee with a brief glance to Haytham as half of the dogs stop in front of them, pressing their noses to whatever part of their master is closest and licking at his offered hands. When he looks over at Haytham, he’s pleased to see the smile on his face as the rest of the dogs give the Kenway man their undivided attention.
They continue focusing on the dogs for another few minutes until a servant appears in the hall to greet Charles and his unexpected guest when they don’t immediately move into the main room. Charles motions her away to prepare the tea and leads Haytham into the dogs’ room to feed them.
The room is simple, of course, with few decorations on the white walls aside from a few paintings here and there. Most of the excitement of the room is on the floor where the dogs’ toys are sprawled about in a chaotic mess. The room had a lingering smell, the kind that never left no matter how many times you cleaned, thanks to the occupants and there were seven mattresses lining the walls.
“I’d heard of people giving their dogs beds, but I never imagined anyone would be quite so literal about it. It seems you are missing a few, though.”
Charles smiles at that. It’s a little unconventional to give a dog a real bed, but Charles is not the most conventional person around.
“I only give my dogs the best. Others can throw some blankets on the floor and call that a bed fit for a dog, I beg to differ. As for the number of beds—most of the Pomeranians are able to fit on one bed. To ensure they all had enough room to themselves I added an extra bed to the room, but it is not necessary for them all to have their own beds.”
Haytham shakes his head, an amused look on his face, but any response he might have had to that is cut off by the servant entering the room to tell them that the tea is ready. They relocate to the drawing room, sitting in a surprisingly comfortable silence at first as the sip their tea. Haytham is the one to break the silence.
“Why is it that you don’t stay here? Why stay in an inn when this house would most certainly be more comfortable?”
“It is more convenient to stay at the inn for this mission, Sir. I was requested by Master Birch to ensure you have everything you need to complete your mission and that would not be such an easy if you could not reach me within a reasonable amount of time. I do stay in this house on occasion. At least once every month.”
Charles doesn’t elaborate on the “once every month” bit, but from the lack of curiosity on Haytham’s face, Charles gets the feeling Haytham knows exactly what he means.
“It is quite an impressive thing, you know. To be considered eligible to join our ranks as an Omega. Continue your good work and I will see to it that your admission into our Order comes quickly.”
Ha. If Charles didn’t know any better he would have laughed. Surely that was a joke. Even if Haytham didn’t know that Charles was engaged to Braddock, he must have known that he was engaged to someone. Even Hickey with all of his black market contacts was not allowed into the Order without an Alpha at his side. To laugh and insinuate that Haytham was not capable of doing as he said would have been an insult to Haytham and Charles was in no way willing to insult the man.
Things felt so right with them in this moment. It felt so right and natural. He didn’t want to drive Haytham away so carelessly.
“Thank you, Sir.”
The next few hours of the day go by quickly. Haytham tells Charles stories of past missions and of hopes he had for the future, both in terms of the Templar cause and in more personal fashion. Charles talks about his work in the military, talks about what he would like to accomplish by joining the Templars and he can tell from the look on Haytham’s face that he says all the right things. His dreams for the future coincide with Haytham’s quite nicely and Charles wonders what things would have been like if he hadn’t agreed to marry Braddock. Would Haytham have been his ticket into the Order? Or would he have never even met Haytham in the first place?
There’s an oddly familiar sense of loss when Haytham leaves that day. That night, Charles dreams of Haytham and of spending his life with him instead of with Braddock, of mating with Haytham, of having Haytham’s children, and following Haytham wherever he might go.
Charles never asks Haytham, but if he had, he would have been told that no, he did not feel any strange sense of loss after leaving Charles’ house that day, no he did not have any dreams of spending his life with Charles and caring for him as any good Alpha would. Charles would have been told that, but it would have been a lie. Haytham did experience those things and more than that, he knows the most likely reason for it all.
But Charles doesn’t ask. He can’t ask. He has his suspicions about what happened to cause this and he doesn’t want those suspicions confirmed. If Haytham imprinted on him, he can hide it. Oh, he’ll wish even harder than he does already that he could break things off with Braddock and stay permanently with Haytham, but he can hide that. If Haytham imprinted on him, things would be uncomfortable mentally, but if he can hide his discomfort from Braddock (not a hard thing to do—the man really never cared much about Charles’ mental health) than all would be okay. There should be no physical signs as there would be with a bond. He would not lose his chance at becoming a Templar.
Still, as anxious as the idea of Haytham possibly imprinting on him made him feel, it also made him feel—well, happy. Imprinting did not happen with just anybody. Imprinting happened with the one you’re supposed to be with and it was something Braddock was never able to do to Charles. It’s a small relief that Haytham of all people was the one to be able to imprint on him, but it is a very small relief.
He is still engaged to Braddock. Whether Haytham imprinted on him or not, he will be bonded to Braddock. To tell anyone that Haytham may have imprinted on him would raise speculations of unfaithfulness and that was something he could not risk. It would cause the Order’s trust in him to vanish and it’s doubtful if even Haytham would have the power to prevent that from happening.
So Charles pushes all of those thoughts from his mind. He might not be able to stop the dreams, he might not be able to help the feeling of being right where he belongs when Haytham is near, but if he just doesn’t think about it nothing should change. Or so he hopes.
Haytham follows Charles to the house to help take care of the dogs every day after the first time. Neither mentions the fact that Haytham likely imprinted on Charles and both are glad for it. Best to just enjoy their time together instead of trying to fix a mess they don’t want to know about.
Fill: No Danger (Haytham/Charles Omegaverse 3/?)
Charles turned with a start, nearly dropping his keys on right on Spado’s head in his surprise. He could feel his face heat up when he saw the amused smile on Haytham’s face and he cursed silently. It seemed every day brought a new way for him to embarrass himself in front of his mentor.
“Forgive me, Sir. I did not mean for it to seem like I was sneaking off.”
Haytham holds a hand up to wave off the explanation and motions to the door.
“No need to explain yourself, though I would be much obliged if you would let us in. It looks as though it might rain soon and I am certain Spado would not appreciate getting drenched so needlessly.”
Again, Charles feels his face heat up and he fumbles with his keys a bit before managing to find the right one to unlock the door. Once inside, they’re greeted by an orchestra of barking and an army of dogs rushing towards them; nine Pomeranians, five others of various breeds. Charles drops to one knee with a brief glance to Haytham as half of the dogs stop in front of them, pressing their noses to whatever part of their master is closest and licking at his offered hands. When he looks over at Haytham, he’s pleased to see the smile on his face as the rest of the dogs give the Kenway man their undivided attention.
They continue focusing on the dogs for another few minutes until a servant appears in the hall to greet Charles and his unexpected guest when they don’t immediately move into the main room. Charles motions her away to prepare the tea and leads Haytham into the dogs’ room to feed them.
The room is simple, of course, with few decorations on the white walls aside from a few paintings here and there. Most of the excitement of the room is on the floor where the dogs’ toys are sprawled about in a chaotic mess. The room had a lingering smell, the kind that never left no matter how many times you cleaned, thanks to the occupants and there were seven mattresses lining the walls.
“I’d heard of people giving their dogs beds, but I never imagined anyone would be quite so literal about it. It seems you are missing a few, though.”
Charles smiles at that. It’s a little unconventional to give a dog a real bed, but Charles is not the most conventional person around.
“I only give my dogs the best. Others can throw some blankets on the floor and call that a bed fit for a dog, I beg to differ. As for the number of beds—most of the Pomeranians are able to fit on one bed. To ensure they all had enough room to themselves I added an extra bed to the room, but it is not necessary for them all to have their own beds.”
Haytham shakes his head, an amused look on his face, but any response he might have had to that is cut off by the servant entering the room to tell them that the tea is ready. They relocate to the drawing room, sitting in a surprisingly comfortable silence at first as the sip their tea. Haytham is the one to break the silence.
“Why is it that you don’t stay here? Why stay in an inn when this house would most certainly be more comfortable?”
“It is more convenient to stay at the inn for this mission, Sir. I was requested by Master Birch to ensure you have everything you need to complete your mission and that would not be such an easy if you could not reach me within a reasonable amount of time. I do stay in this house on occasion. At least once every month.”
Charles doesn’t elaborate on the “once every month” bit, but from the lack of curiosity on Haytham’s face, Charles gets the feeling Haytham knows exactly what he means.
“It is quite an impressive thing, you know. To be considered eligible to join our ranks as an Omega. Continue your good work and I will see to it that your admission into our Order comes quickly.”
Ha. If Charles didn’t know any better he would have laughed. Surely that was a joke. Even if Haytham didn’t know that Charles was engaged to Braddock, he must have known that he was engaged to someone. Even Hickey with all of his black market contacts was not allowed into the Order without an Alpha at his side. To laugh and insinuate that Haytham was not capable of doing as he said would have been an insult to Haytham and Charles was in no way willing to insult the man.
Things felt so right with them in this moment. It felt so right and natural. He didn’t want to drive Haytham away so carelessly.
“Thank you, Sir.”
The next few hours of the day go by quickly. Haytham tells Charles stories of past missions and of hopes he had for the future, both in terms of the Templar cause and in more personal fashion. Charles talks about his work in the military, talks about what he would like to accomplish by joining the Templars and he can tell from the look on Haytham’s face that he says all the right things. His dreams for the future coincide with Haytham’s quite nicely and Charles wonders what things would have been like if he hadn’t agreed to marry Braddock. Would Haytham have been his ticket into the Order? Or would he have never even met Haytham in the first place?
There’s an oddly familiar sense of loss when Haytham leaves that day. That night, Charles dreams of Haytham and of spending his life with him instead of with Braddock, of mating with Haytham, of having Haytham’s children, and following Haytham wherever he might go.
Charles never asks Haytham, but if he had, he would have been told that no, he did not feel any strange sense of loss after leaving Charles’ house that day, no he did not have any dreams of spending his life with Charles and caring for him as any good Alpha would. Charles would have been told that, but it would have been a lie. Haytham did experience those things and more than that, he knows the most likely reason for it all.
But Charles doesn’t ask. He can’t ask. He has his suspicions about what happened to cause this and he doesn’t want those suspicions confirmed. If Haytham imprinted on him, he can hide it. Oh, he’ll wish even harder than he does already that he could break things off with Braddock and stay permanently with Haytham, but he can hide that. If Haytham imprinted on him, things would be uncomfortable mentally, but if he can hide his discomfort from Braddock (not a hard thing to do—the man really never cared much about Charles’ mental health) than all would be okay. There should be no physical signs as there would be with a bond. He would not lose his chance at becoming a Templar.
Still, as anxious as the idea of Haytham possibly imprinting on him made him feel, it also made him feel—well, happy. Imprinting did not happen with just anybody. Imprinting happened with the one you’re supposed to be with and it was something Braddock was never able to do to Charles. It’s a small relief that Haytham of all people was the one to be able to imprint on him, but it is a very small relief.
He is still engaged to Braddock. Whether Haytham imprinted on him or not, he will be bonded to Braddock. To tell anyone that Haytham may have imprinted on him would raise speculations of unfaithfulness and that was something he could not risk. It would cause the Order’s trust in him to vanish and it’s doubtful if even Haytham would have the power to prevent that from happening.
So Charles pushes all of those thoughts from his mind. He might not be able to stop the dreams, he might not be able to help the feeling of being right where he belongs when Haytham is near, but if he just doesn’t think about it nothing should change. Or so he hopes.
Haytham follows Charles to the house to help take care of the dogs every day after the first time. Neither mentions the fact that Haytham likely imprinted on Charles and both are glad for it. Best to just enjoy their time together instead of trying to fix a mess they don’t want to know about.