Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|36|. R! Shay ♡ II

Request for @hanako109 as well as a part two to the last Shay oneshot. Let's face it: she was cut out for the job. Can I be assed to spent the next fifteen minutes finding a suitable song? Nope so enjoy this pic of  bloody snow to fit the atmosphere instead (ha ha not our atmosphere tho bc global warming's gonna kill us all) Ignore this whole author's note, I turn into a crackhead when deprived of sleep. 

Qotd: What have you been doing this summer?

Just binging The Office if I'm being honest, I'm gonna go watch some more after I publish this cause it's eleven at night and no one's awake to stop me.

-Kia C.

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Rescue Mission

(Y/n) smiled bittersweetly down at their entwined hands, admiring the three rings there: her wedding and engagement rings and her husband's wedding ring.

"Be safe, ok?" She looked into his warm brown eyes, the request bordering on pleading, "Come home to me." She was wrapped up in strong arms, a bone-crushing hug assuring her with warmth and the feeling of his breath against the top of her head.

"I always do don't I?" Shay pulled back a little to push a stray lock of (h/c) hair behind her ear, the harbour's breeze blowing her (h/c) tresses this way and that. The smell of salt filled her nose and the sounds of men prepping ships, singing and bells being rung sounded all around her.

"Yes, but don't come back half dead this time!" She poked his chest, scoldingly. He pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead as his hands kneaded her hips, trying to drink in her presence before he had to leave, (Y/n) knew that he would be gone for a month if not more.

After meeting Shay in her father's workshop, the two of them had quickly got to know one another and spent every second of shared free time in the other's company. He tried to keep her oblivious to the Order of the Knights Templar for as long as possible but her gift of reading people like a book had made this impossible. He came clean to her about his occupation and past eventually and (after a long discussion and numerous arguments) he proposed to the Grandmaster, Haytham, that she should be recruited as a spy. After seeing her at work, she had quickly been initiated into the Order and quickly made her way up to head of intelligence. It was the work of both her and her spies that had dug up the information to send Shay on this mission. 

"I swear that I'll come back to you, lass." He smoothed his hand over her hair, fingers leaving a lingering grip on hers as he stepped onto the walk of the ship, reluctantly separating their hands. 

(Y/n) remained standing on the pier until the red sails of the Morrigan disappeared over the horizon. She pulled her fur shawl around her shoulders tightly, shivering in the nipping breeze before making her way back to the headquarters in order to go over some work and see what her spies had learned as well as if any new letters had been intercepted.

She couldn't help but feel the loneliness settle inside of her aching heart as soon as she made her way to her office. She missed him already. She missed snuggling up to him in bed, seeking retreat from the bitter winter nights; she missed him gently squeezing her thigh under the dining table, no sexual intent behind it, just wanting to feel her physical presence; she missed him coming into her office with tea and her rushing to cover confidential documents that she had sworn an oath of secrecy to, scolding him for trying to peek at the information when he knew all too well that only herself and the Grandmaster should have access to that; she missed his smile in the morning when he would gaze at their rings as they held hands, not wanting to get up yet, seeing those bands of silver and knowing that she was his. These months would be long, she realised.