Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|21|. Shay ♡

This is a fairly short one but I was sick last week and I just wanted to imagine one of the Assassins/Templars looking after me. So, once I was well enough to look at my phone screen again, I started writing. I'm better now, though lol. 

Qotd: What do you think of Shay/ his story in Rogue?

-Kia C.

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Sick Day  

(Y/n) clutched her stomach as she lurched to the side, gagging over a bucket. A sense of dread filled her as she knew what was going to come next. Much to her prediction, she proceeded to throw up all of yesterday's food.

Large hands smoothed back her (h/c) tresses as she vomited, pulling them out of the way before tying them into a quick ponytail.

The sick female stopped, breathing heavily and spitting out the awful taste of bile into the bucket.

"Feeling alright now that that's out of you, lass?" Her lover of two years questioned, rubbing his left hand up and down her back while he remained sitting beside her.

(Y/n) merely shook her head before repeating the painful and rather disgusting process. Shay softly spoke words of comfort to her while her body writhed painfully. After a while, she stopped again, glaring at the vile contents inside the black mop bucket.

"Bloody nasty ass piece of chicken." She grumbled, annoyed that some questionable fast food had left her so ill. "Babe, can I have a tissue?" She spoke, her breathing still laboured.

"Sure; I'll get you some water too." The umber brown haired male added as he picked up the bucket, intent on tipping it down the toilet to rid the room of the awful smell.

(Y/n) flopped back onto the sofa, grimacing at the horrible taste that lingered in her mouth.

The Irishman returned to the living room with a box of tissues in one hand and a small glass of water in the other. The (e/c) eyed female gratefully took both, wiping her mouth before throwing the tissue into the bin and taking a mouthful of water, swishing it in her mouth before spitting it into the nearby plant pot - swallowing it was the last thing she wanted to do.

Her fever was still high and her skin paler than usual when she fell back onto the cushions again.

The (h/c)-haired female let out a sigh, looking to her Irish lover with half-lidded (e/c) eyes before a smile pulled at her lips. She was glad that she had Shay to take care of her while she was ill - she wouldn't want anyone else in his place.

(Y/n) outstretched her arms, opening and closing her palms to signal that she wanted to be held. "Cuddle." She spoke simply in a whisper-like tone, not having much energy to speak properly. Shay smiled at her slightly childish gesture before laying down beside her. (Y/n) gladly cuddled into him, tangling her legs with his while she buried her face in his chest. Her nose nuzzled into the fabric of his hoodie (which he had recently stolen back from her) while a slight groan of discomfort left her lips and she held him tighter.

"How're you feeling after getting all that out of you?" Shay prompted quietly, mindful of the headache which she had been complaining about earlier. His right hand went up to comb through her (h/l)-length tresses, knowing how much she loved it when he did that.

"My stomach ache doesn't hurt as much but it still hurts and now my throat burns." She complained as she shifted again to rub her hand over her sore belly.

"Do you want to eat anything now or. . . ?" Her lover prompted, concerned about how she may be feeling.

"God, no," She grumbled, "Just thinking about eating anything makes me want to be sick again."

"Ok, ok." Shay pressed a kiss to the top of her head. (Y/n)closed her eyes as she took in his scent and the feeling of his taut muscles under his clothing. She had found herself a handsome man, that was for sure. But he was so sweet and caring too, always so gentle and concerned yet he gave her space when she wanted it - not that she ever really wanted to distance herself from him though.

"Can we watch a movie?" She questioned, rolling onto her back to see if it would assist in easing her stomach ache.

"What do you wanna watch, love?" Shay questioned as he untied his hair after realising it was falling out. His hands smoothed the dark brown locks back before tying them into his everyday hairstyle again.

"Hmmm." The smaller female hummed thoughtfully, "What Happened To Monday?" She quizzed.

"Again?" Shay joked.

"It's a good movie." The ill young woman replied - she would have shrugged had she possessed the energy to do so, "But if you don't want to see it again, we could watch. . . Ghost Stories? I've heard that's supposed good."

"Alright, I'll get the bucket in case you feel sick again and I'll put on the movie," Shay spoke as he got up, spreading the blanket back over his unwell lover once he was on his feet. (Y/n)reached for the remote to put on Netflix while Shay went to fetch the bucket. Once she had paused the screen on the movie, she snuggled down into the fluffy blanket, taking in a deep breath and letting it out again.

The dark-haired male returned and took back his place on the sofa, lacing an arm over the dip in (Y/n)'s waist while she began the movie.

The (h/c)-haired female looked over her shoulder to gaze into the warm brown eyes of her lover, her eyes skimming over his lips and scar.

"What?" He quizzed with a playful smile, looking down at her.

"Thank you for looking after me." She spoke softly as a smile pulled at her lips. Shay pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead before they both began paying attention to the film.