Assassins Creed Imagines \ Preferences

Gone Rogue (Templar!Shay X Assassin!Reader)

After Shay was caught peeking at Achilles's private documents, we were all on edge at the Brotherhood. It was nerve-wracking because Shay was my best and only friend. By leaving the Assassins, it was equal to erasing me from his memory.

Currently, I was on a mission assigned by Hope to rid the world of another pitiful Templar.

Eavesdropping on some townsfolk, I overheard talk about my target attending a ball tonight.

Gotta go to a dance, huh?, I thought, retracting my head from around the corner of the inn.

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Damn this restricting, repulsive dress!, I mentally screamed, though an innocent smile was plastered to my powdered face. I had to look the role, what else could I do? Arrive in my Assassins attire with my weapons strapped to me? I don't think that would fly, especially in the presence of such a noble Templar.

Anyways, back to reality.

I took one last look at my (f\c) gown. It had ruffles, and was quite revealing, allowing men's wandering eyes to perfectly view my cleavage. It was just, hideous. Absolutely hideous. How can the average woman even wear such a thing?

And the corset! That was the worst part - being so constricted, like a python is wrapped tightening my waist and stomach.

My game face was now on (my hidden blades tucked underneath the folds of my sleeves) as I strutted through the entrance, the thin cape draped around my shoulders, swaying gently with my movements. It complimented my outfit, so I thought, "why not?".

My (e\c) eyes scanned over the thickening crowd of guests, where groups were oddly distinct; the drinkers, fancy wines in hand; the gossipers, dressed as brilliant and fashionable as always; the shy ones, off behind trees and small structures; and the Templars, conversing at a long stretch of table with each other as company.

I cringed in hatred and disgust at the sight of this despicable human being.

Unexpectedly, the man stood up and strode proudly over to the so called "dance floor", a flock of swooning girls following not too far behind.

Okay, now's my chance!, I thought once again, practically shoving the girls aside like rocks to reach the unsuspecting target.

Right as he was feet away from me, an unknown man stumbled in front of him.

I instinctively peered upwards to see the man's face, only to find it was half concealed by a mask. It was a tannish color, starting at his eyes and ending at his lush lips.

"Care to dance, lass?" The man asked, offering a hand to me whilst I smiled away.

Then it hit me.

His accent. . . He sounds too much like Shay. . . Wait. . .

While I was contemplating the decision, the man awkwardly stood in front of me, waiting ever so patiently.

"Yes, sir," I responded, adding an extra eye bat to be inconspicuous and seem fairly normal.

I lightly grasped his hand and shoulder, allowing him to have his free hand (the one not holding mine) grip my hip. We began swaying to the music.

"So how has life been, (Y/n)?" He commented, causing my eyes to widen and quietly gasp. Now it was clear, and easier to recognize his signature Irish accent.

It was Shay!

Fighting an urge to hug him tightly and hold him close, my sweet smile returned and became glued back on.

"Well, back at the homestead, you've caused such pandemonium. We are all on our toes, especially Achilles." I explained, earning a simple nod from Shay. We continued on with our little dance session.

"Where has you been, Shay?!" I whisper-yelled, attempting to search for my target, yet again.

He was bombarded by dance requests from young, wealthy women in a variance of vibrant dresses.

"It's not like you care anyway, lass," Shay retorted, causing a scoff to emit from my throat. He stared at me in sheer confusion for a moment.

"Oh Shay, as much as you hate me, I care for you," I answered. When I stole a glance at Shay, he was trying to suppress a blush. I smiled wholeheartedly at his action.

Men and their ego, I thought. Shay sighed silently.

"There is something I wanted to tell you, before I left," Shay admitted, consuming me in a little swirl.

"Hmm?" I hummed, suddenly overwhelmed with anxiety and excitement. Though I choked those emotions down and maintained my usual aura. Shay seemed nervous as he spoke.

"I-I...You..." He stuttered, at a complete loss for words, "I-I like y-you, (Y-Y/n)..." Shay confessed, a slight crimson blush escaping onto both of our cheeks.

There was a dramatic pause before I finally spoke.

"Shay, I-" I was interrupted by Shay's lips on mine, engulfed into a rough yet lustful kiss.

I was utterly surprised at this sudden act of love, but soon found myself kissing back.

Maybe I should wear a dress more often.