I've always, ALWAYS thought of what every Assassin's Creed character would react/act with a kid tagging along with them. I can't be the only one who thought of this, right?
HEAD'S UP: I MAY BE ADDING OTHER CHARACTERS BESIDES ASSASSIN'S CREED AS WEL...
Pairing: Shay Cormac Warning: none? Note: N/A Requested by: no one
Shaking.
Just shaking.
Y/n swallowed hard, listening to the footsteps passing by the barrel she's hiding in.
This was a bad idea, a horrible idea, but it was all she had. Running away from her slave owner was a bad idea.
Her breath hitched, her heart beating faster.
Footsteps stopped right by the barrel she's hiding in.
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Shay held the little girl by the back of her tattered shirt, giving her a look. She's filthy from head to toe.
Judging from how she's squirming and throwing fists, she's been through a lot.
"Easy, lass. I'm not going to hurt ya."
Shay sighed as the girl continued swinging her fists and feet in the air. He placed her down on the floor and dragged her over to his cabin.
Placing her down on a chair, he started to wipe the grime away from the girl's face.
"Hold still, will ya?"
"Mrf."
"Oi! I'm almost done cleaning ya! Stop!"
Tossing the dirty cloth in a bowl, Shay took a look at the girl.
She's young. Between the ages of six-eight, he's assuming.
"Captain?" Gist said, entering the cabin. "Everything alright?"
Shay stood up and turned to face his First-Mate.
"Back to New York, Master Gist. I'd like to speak to Master Kenway about something."
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Holding Y/n's hands, Shay had Y/n carefully balanced on his shoulders.
It's been a month now and Y/n's significantly changed. She's gained more weight now. From a lanky seven-year-old to a healthy young lady with a bubbling personality.
"Will you be leaving again?" Y/n asked.
Shay placed Y/n down on the ground, reaching over to ruffle her h/c hair.
"I, unfortunately, do need to leave," said Shay. "Which is why you're staying with Master Johnson until I come back. You like him, don't you?"
Y/n eagerly nodded.
She once spent an hour with Haytham and it didn't go all too well. Then again, it wasn't entirely Haytham's fault for making her cry. He was frustrated at the time at Hickey.
"Bye, bye!" Y/n waved at the Morrigan.
Several crew members waved back.
"We'll bring him back safe an' sound, kid!" One of the crew members shouted.
"Yeah! Safe and sound, ya hear us?" Another shouted.
Y/n giggled, watching as the Morrigan pulled out of the docks.
The smile on Y/n's face disappeared, replacing it with a pout.
"Now, now," said Johnson, reaching down to take Y/n's hand. "He'll be fine, you hear? His crew members promised to bring him back safely."
Y/n nodded, letting Johnson lead her away from the docks.
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"Ah-hoy, Captain! I see the slave ship!"
Shay and Gist stood by the helm as the crew prepared to board.
"Take the ship but leave the captain alive," Shay ordered. "He and I have some words to exchange."
