#in Shay's mind to join the Templars

[gococogo]

Having Earned More | Shaytham

「Synopsis」 : After having ran around New York nearly all night after the ordeal with Hope, Haytham finally finds Shay in the Greenwich Tavern. Taking him home with worry in his gut, Haytham wants Shay to know that the Templars are not the Assassins. That Haytham will treat him better than them.

「Word count」 : 3.87K

Genre: Sad Shit

Paring: Shay Cormac / Haytham Kenway

[Warnings] : Praise/Blow Job/Sir Kink

Arriving at the front door of Shay’s estate, it isn’t the house owner that greets Haytham. Gist, the Morrigan’s first mate peers through the small gap of the door to see who’s knocking this late at night. Haytham could ask the same of Gist. Seeing that it’s the Grandmaster brings Gist to attention and he opens the door fully, taking his hat off and placing it over his heart. Haytham wants to ask why Gist is at the estate without his Captain but more pressing stuff is the first on his mind.

“Master Kenway, what brings you ‘round here so late?” Gist asks first with a light chuckle.

From when Haytham last checked his pocket watch, it was around nine at night. He was meant to meet with Shay earlier but the man had disappeared after the whole ordeal with Hope. Someone that Haytham didn’t have the chance of meeting nor does he realize he wanted to. Not with all the ruckus she put New York through. But he knows that Shay thinks differ to her than others. Haytham doesn’t know how close they were but what he could see through Shay’s mask is that he had feelings for her.

Haytham has only had reports of Hope’s body from his men near the docks. But no word on Shay since the whole ordeal. And it had Haytham worried sick even though he won’t show it outwardly. He doesn’t want his best Templar to come up dead. So, Haytham came to Fort Arsenal in hope to find the Captain.

“I’m after Shay,” Haytham responds bluntly.

“The Captain isn’t in right now,” Gist answers with a sheepish smile.

Haytham isn’t amused and it quickly makes Shay’s first mate straighten is posture and lose the smile. Gist has a habit of joking or smile at the wrong given time and it’s something Haytham has just gotten use to. At least he would prefer Gist over Hickey and that’s saying something. But he would never say it out loud to anyone’s face.

“I haven’t seen him since earlier tonight and I need a report,” the Grandmaster says more firmly.

“We are leaving tomorrow morning-“

Haytham stops the man with a raised hand. He doesn’t want any unnecessary talk right now. He just needs to know where Shay is. “I want to hear it from your Captain. Where is he.”

Gist knows that lying will only get him in further trouble and dodging the truth won’t get him any further. He gives up quite easily. He must be worried for his own Captain.

“Last I heard he was in the Greenwich Tavern, sir. It’s on the other side of here-“

Haytham cuts off Gist again, “I know where it is.”

Without another word, or a goodbye, Haytham is turning on the spot and making his way down the pathway. His pace a little too quick for a Grandmaster heading to fetch one of his fellow Templars. Haytham knows why and if he’s being truthful he would admit that Shay has become his favourite even though he knows he shouldn’t have favourites. If Charles Lee found out then that would be the end of their friendship.

But he would be lying if he didn’t say Shay is the best out of them. Yes, every other Templar has their benefits to the cause and their needs and wants. But Shay being stern, but kind is something that isn’t seen within the other Templars.

It might come down to Shay having been on both sides of the cause now. Being both Assassin and Templar. But even Haytham knows that isn’t true because he has met some mean son of bitches that have come from the Assassins and willingly joined the Templars. Most of them have died now, or what he had heard from Britain, but he doesn’t really talk to the Order over seas now.  

Greenwich Tavern is loud and rowdy tonight. Haytham wonders if Shay is amongst the rowdiness of the place. He has never seen Shay drunk nor intoxicated in the couple of months he’s known the Irishman. He doesn’t know what to expect. In his mind he’s already picturing Hickey or Gist drunk as a skunk with a woman bouncing on their knee and their ale swaying above their head as they sing at the top of their lungs some awful chanty. He can’t imagine Shay doing such a thing but liquor does something to a man that nothing else does.  

Stepping inside, the Grandmaster doesn’t see Shay at first. Other men are laughing and standing up instead of sitting down. Whores cling to men for their money and the men cling to them for other reasons. Haytham’s nose slightly curls as he walks further into the tavern, prying his eyes off the men to look for someone else familiar.  

He doesn’t notice Shay at first because the man is without that black and red coat he wears everyday. It’s almost a shock to Haytham to see him in just his red Templar vest and his white shirt. He’s hunched over the bar with his head in his arms past out. But as Haytham nears and see a better angle of the man, he realizes he was wrong and that Shay is conscious still. He’s twirling a shot glass on the bar in silence and he’s in his own little world. Seeing the well respected Captain of the Morrigan reduced to sorrow is disheartening a little. At least Shay is well physically though. He can’t see any marks or blood patches on Shay that would tell he’s been harmed.

Haytham decides to not say a word and sit down on the stool next to the man. Another shot is poured in front of Shay while a coin is tossed onto the bar. Shay takes the shot and downs it quickly, hissing at the sting it must leave on his throat. Haytham finds himself staring and he can’t look away. He wants to take this small moment to take in Shay. See him without Shay putting on a strong or formal face for him. Some of his hair has fallen out of his band and tumbles over his face. His eyes are red and a little puffy, hinting at that he’s been sitting at this bar and crying. Or has cried somewhere in private and come here afterwards.

Something comes forward in Haytham that he hasn’t felt in ages. A need to protect over the one that has been hurt. He wants to take all the pain away and inflict it upon the one that harmed. He wants Shay to know that there’s no need to look to the past again. That Haytham is right here. But right now, those thoughts and feelings are quickly pushed down. Deep and dark.

A couple of minutes do past that Haytham stares at Shay before the Irishman takes notice to prying eyes. Shay gives the Grandmaster a quick glance out of the corner of his eyes, feeling a gaze upon him. He looks forward again before whipping his head to Haytham. It’s almost comedic, the first initial fear that crosses Shay’s face when he see the Grandmaster beside him. Haytham has seen this man go up against five men, jump off buildings and cross oceans filled with enemy ships, all without breaking a sweat or showing fear. He more or less laughs at the adrenaline that takes a hold of him. But right now he’s more afraid of Haytham than a man with a gun pointed at his face.

“Master Kenway!” Shay stutters his exclaim.

Shay’s speech is clear. He isn’t drunk or even close to it. He’s more miserable than anything else and he’s come here away from his crew so they don’t see him like this. It would be demeaning. To see their Captain at their lowest and risk having it differ their loyalty. Even though Haytham knows it won’t but there is a pride that comes to being a Captain of the Morrigan that he has to live up to.

“I came by your place to get your report about tonight. I only found Gist,” Haytham tells him straight up.

Shay collects himself quickly, smoothing out his hair and clearing his throat. “I didn’t mean to offend.”

“You didn’t,” he responds. “But I do want to know what you learnt off the woman.”

Haytham watches Shay’s adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. Along with Haytham’s interest in Shay, there may also be some attraction there as well. Shay is a handsome man, anyone could see that. But it’s the thought and want of doing so much more than addressing another man is good looking that is the problem in this day and age.

“I think we should head back to my estate to speak about this,” Shay answers. “In a more private setting with no prying ears.”

Haytham nods, having to agree. “Lead the way,” he gestures a hand outward.

Shay is sure on his feet as he stands, firm and planted. Even when he’s on the Morrigan his legs are solid. It also tells that Shay can hold his liquor unlike other Templars. Most likely the Irish in him but Haytham is the same due to his father. So maybe the both of them are just lucky enough.

The Captain opens the door for Haytham and the brisk wind outside is a difference to the warmth of inside. But he’s glad he’s outside and away from the smell of sweat, alcohol and the lingering scent of bile. Shay doesn’t seem to be effected by the cold as Haytham is. Haytham is a summer baby and has always liked the warmth the season brings.

Maybe the north has just frozen over a part of Shay’s brain that he isn’t effected by the cold anymore. He spends enough time there that, that could be the case. The amusing thought brings a small smile to Haytham’s lips that he makes sure Shay doesn’t see. They begin their slow walk down the street of New York back to Fort Arsenal, Shay’s estate.

“Did you come straight here after your mission?” Haytham asks out of curiosity.

Shay glances at the Grandmaster from the corner of his eye but his gaze drifts to the ground instead. He’s quite, as if living through memories of tonight. Events looping in his head like a broken vinyl.

“I went back home afterwards. I had to be alone after tonight, Sir” Shay begins. “Gist was there instead to greet me and so the Morrigan is being readied for tomorrow early morning. I left shortly after ordering Gist.”

Haytham nods. “Will tonight stop your search?”

Shay is quick to answer a simple and firm, “No.”

“Good.”

Haytham wants to ask more about Hope. But he doesn’t think it’s appropriate at the given time. Shay is still mourning and hurting. The rest of the walk is quiet. Shay’s estate comes into view and yet still not a word is said. The rest of their conversation is needed to be spoken behind closed doors.

Shay opens the front door for Haytham and once inside, it is instantly warmer. Haytham takes off his hat and cloak, hanging it up on the hooks to his left. A fire place burns to his right and it looks to that fresh wood has been piled on.

“Gist!?” Shay calls out as he closes the door behind them both.

There is no reply. Must have left shortly after Haytham came around. But he finds it better to know that it is just the two of them in here. He wants to just talk to Shay. He only thinks he can put up with Shay right now.  

Said man moves over to their left where chairs and a coffee table sit. On the coffee table is a half empty bottle of whiskey that Shay offers with a silent gesture.

“No, thank you,” Haytham says with a small gesture of his hand.

Shay takes a seat in a single lofa chair and almost moulds into it. Haytham sits in the left hand one and sits forward, not wanting to get too comfortable. The papers on the table are all of ship reports. Ships that Shay owns and sends on little missions of their own to bring back trade or loot. From what Haytham can see without prying too much is that there are more successful ones than failed ones.  

“I’ll start with what I plan on doing next,” Shay starts. “Gist has told me that he’s heard that Cook is somewhere up north. Maybe in Perce or Anticosti. I’ll send a letter out because he could lead me to my next target.”

“Good. I want you to report back to me straight away once you’re done,” Haytham answers. “I’ll be here in New York.”

Shay nods before he takes a short swig of the whiskey in hand. He makes a parched hiss at the burn of the liquor that has his nose scrunching up. Haytham swallows thickly as he watches a small dripple of the liquor runs down Shay’s chin. He wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve and draws his attention back to Haytham, leaning more closer to the Grandmaster.

“I’ll do just that,” Shay tips the bottle to him.

Haytham keeps his eyes on the Irishman even though Shay has gone back to looking off in the distance. He isn’t drunk. Haytham knows drunk. The man is deep in thought and Haytham wants to distract him. It must take a lot of whiskey for Shay to get drunk and that must be an effort on itself. There are easier distraction and Haytham is surprised that he hasn’t gone for them yet. Like whoring or gambling. Or blood spilling.

“How did the Brotherhood treat you?” Haytham asks out of the blue.

Shay hears the question but he’s taken a back by it. “What do you mean?” He asks, raising a brow with his words.

“I’m just curious is all.” Haytham waves his hand. “Just curious about how the Assassin’s work, if you don’t mind my prying.”

Shay licks his lips and he becomes flustered, his face turning a flush pink. He thinks for a moment, having to place the bottle of whiskey back onto the table.

“No, you’re prying isn’t unwelcomed. Just none of you’s have really asked too into it is all,” Shay starts but pauses a moment, looking the Grandmaster up and down to make sure he’s serious. “I was still technically in training and during then I thought they wanted me to be my best. But looking back on it, all I got were insults and comments on how I could improve. Even now, they still seem to get under my skin.”

“Did they do this with any other apprentices?”

“Not that I knew of,” Shay shrugs.

That sparks a small fire of annoyance in Haytham. How ignorant of the Assassins. But it is their loss now that they lost their best man without even realizing it. Stupid, stupid fools.

“Do you feel better treated with the Templars?” Haytham pokes.

This for some reason this takes Shay off guard. He looks dumbfound and he doesn’t know what to say. A satisfaction comes over the Grandmaster at seeing Shay a loss of words.

“Yes, I do. Under the Templar’s command I do,” Shay replies back softly.

At the satisfaction of that reply, Haytham suddenly gets up out of his chair. He makes his way over to Shay’s chair and stops before him, towering over the Captain. Haytham takes a risk. But Shay can’t pry his eyes off the Grandmaster, sitting back in his chair as Haytham stands so his legs are between his knees. Haytham reaches out and holds Shay’s chin between his thumb and pointer, feeling the short stubble that has come over his face.

“Do I treat you better?” He asks lowly.

Shay swallows, his brown eyes becoming hooded. “Yes.” Haytham has never heard his voice this soft before. He wants more. He needs more.

Haytham places his hands on Shay’s needs and opens them as he falls to his knees. Shay’s brown eyes go wide at the sight of the Grandmaster on his knees. He kneads his thumb into Shay’s inner thigh, earning himself a hiss drawn through teeth.  

“May I continue?” Haytham asks firmly but huskily.  

Shay nods, but when Haytham doesn’t move he realizes he wants verbal confirmation. “Yes,” Shay breathes out through barely parted lips.

One of Haytham’s hands move to Shay’s crotch and knead softly at first. A shaky breath is his response and Shay holds onto the arm rests like he’s holding onto the Morrigan’s wheel while a storm is throwing her about.  

“When’s the last time someone treated you well, Shay?” Haytham asks as he presses down a little harder on the Captain.

Shay’s body flinches as he groans deep in his throat and his eyes flutter shut. It must be a long time if Shay is this sensitive. But it’s perfect. It’s what Haytham wants.

“Before I joined,” Shay manages to get out.

“The Templars?”

“My former.”

Haytham pauses for a moment. “It’s been that long?”

Shay gives a short nod in return.

“Let me do this for you, Shay,” Haytham admits as he replaces his hand over Shay’s crotch with a kiss. “I want to make you feel good.”

“Ma-ah Master Kenway,” Shay pants out.

The simplest touch from Haytham sends an electric shock through Shay’s body. He hadn’t realized just how long it’s been since he’s had a meaningful touch. Yes he’s slept with whores and such during his time with the Brotherhood but they all meant nothing. Nothing like this. He’s missed this.

He’s had his eye on the Grandmaster since they first talked. But he wanted to keep it professional. Wanted to keep on track with the current task at hand. Needing to stay ahead of everything and everyone. But obviously Haytham has been looking at him as well. And by God does it feel good to be seen.

Haytham mouths Shay’s dick through his pants. He wants Shay to know that he means this. That he wants to make him feel good. Haytham begins undoing his belt buckle and pulls down Shay’s pants to only expose his dick. It springs out, already hard and weeping a little. It’s a decent length, something Haytham would have imagined Shay having.

“Sir,” Shay is able to moan out, as he feels the Grandmaster’s hot breath over his cock.  

The plea goes straight to the warmth growing in Haytham’s gut. He can feel himself semi hard but tonight isn’t about him. Tonight is for Shay.  

“I want to make you feel good, Shay. Better than you have while you were with them,” Haytham admits with hooded eyes.

A coil of pleasure is already tightening inside of Shay’s gut and balls. By God he never would have thought that tonight would go like this. He fully expected to try and get drunk and wake up in an ally when the sun came up to head to the Morrigan. Or sleep on the Morrigan tonight so he’s ready for tomorrow. But that had all gone differ when the Grandmaster had popped up at the same tavern as him. For a moment, he thought he was going to be suspended. The Assassins have in the past.

The shock that goes through Shay’s body when lips wrap around the head of his dick is strong enough that it almost knocks the wind out of him. Haytham concentrates on relaxing his throat, working his way down Shay’s dick little by little. He squeezes Shay’s thighs, hard enough to leave bruises behind.

The hot wetness of Haytham’s mouth is enough to push Shay over the edge but he wants to hold on for a few moments longer. But he is very out of practice and he finds himself not being to last as long as he once could.

Hands are suddenly grabbing at Haytham’s hair. Shay doesn’t tug or push him further down, they hold on for mere support. Shay breathes heavily, trying to supress the groans and moans wanting to escape from his mouth.

Haytham finally relaxes his throat enough to take down the rest of Shay. Swallowing all of him greedily until his nose is in Shay’s dark pubes. Haytham’s grip on the Captain’s thigh, tears pricking at his eyes as he holds himself there for a moment before pulling himself off. He holds back a cough and catches his breath before going back to Shay’s dick. He settles in for a steady rhythm, Shay’s hands following his head movements.

Shay’s hips stutter upwards into his mouth and instantly, Haytham is holding onto his hips. He presses him down into the chair, holding him in place and digging his thumbs in. A whine is drawn from Shay that is beautiful to the ears.

Shay’s grip tightens in his hair but he doesn’t pull Haytham off. “Sir, I’m not going to-ah,” he has to take a moment to catch his breath. “To la-ahst much longer.”

Good.

Haytham moves his hands around to grab Shay’s ass. He squeezes before lifting Shay towards him, burying his own face into his crotch. When Shay said he couldn’t last much longer, he meant he was hanging on by a thread. And having Haytham take down all of him sends him over the edge with a choked cry. Shay curls inwards, holding onto Haytham’s head with both hands and keeping him there.

Haytham keeps himself positioned as Shay comes down his throat. He breathes heavily through his nose, concentrating on swallowing all of Shay and to not gag or choke. He doesn’t want to make a mess.

Once he feels Shay relax against him, Haytham slowly pulls himself off of his cock. Shay’s hands fall off of his hair as he falls backwards into the chair, breathing heavily and staring far from now.

Haytham’s hair is a mess and it fall everywhere. He wipes the saliva from his face with the back of his sleeve and fixes his hair back into his ribbon. But he stays on his knees for a moment, waiting for Shay to come to. The Captain brings his attention back to Haytham and a concerned look comes over his features.

“What about yourself, sir?” Shay asks as he runs a hand over his hair.

Haytham shakes his head before bringing himself to his feet. He leans forward so that their noses are barely touching. Shay’s nose is cold, almost freezing despite it being warm inside.

“Tonight was for you,” he hushes. “I want you to come back with good news.”

Shay grabs Haytham’s face and brings him in for a kiss, tasting himself on the Grandmaster. The kiss is slow and sloppy, testing the other’s boundaries and not wanting to push further. But it quickly gets heated, wanting more of the other. Haytham holds onto Shay’s vest, fisting his hands into the red fabric. All while Shay holds Haytham’s face as if he’s going to disappear any minute.

They finally pull away, having to catch their breath. Haytham almost feels light headed he gives a small chuckle.

“Aye aye,” Shay finally answers cockily.  

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[haytham-loves-chocolate]

Honestly, this is for me to just say why I like him so much and what I would do for a day with him.

To all the Assassin’s Creed Fathers, especially Haytham, the man that got to see his son grow up without ever knowing he existed until that fateful day. So happy birthday to me and Happy Father’s Day to Haytham Kenway (my birthday is the same day as Father’s Day this year and I’m 20 years old… yay…)

Haytham. I say his name in like every post I make about him or when it deals with the Kenway family, Shay, the Templars, like almost everything. But he means so much to me.

I don’t relate to him that well. He has more of a life than I will ever have and he lived it to the fullest. Even if the life he lived was short, and filled with betrayal, murder, brutality, different values and views, and even the making of someone he regrets having him become, if he was told how his life would go, from beginning to end, he would probably do it again. Because it made him see so much about the world at the time, seeing a new continent, a new colony and seeing that the land was full of people and riches and things no one dared to dream of. He would do it again to see his love once more, to see his son that he had the opportunity to fight with, and die by his hand. He’d do it to change the fate of his life. He’d stay with Ziio, raise Connor to be more of a man than he was, and, if he had the choice, he’d pull out of the Templar Order and go join the Assassins. Though, that may not be likely.

If I was there, if I was there to see him, I would want to be his childhood friend, I would play with him when no one else would, I would happily see him grow up to be a man and join the Order, but that doesn’t mean I would join myself. I would, then, go to America (I actually live here), and maybe I would see him again. I would not indulge into his love life, like I’m doing here with this blog, but I would like to see all that happens. The fights, the tears, the happy times they share. If I were to become a close friend of his, I might become friends with Ziio as well, and even help her in her dark troubles as he’s off to find his sister in the other side of the world. Right down to his last breath, I would want to be there, or at least know he’s gone. I’ll cry, of course, but I’d spend the rest of my time trying to be well, maybe even spend the rest of my days with Connor and the people in the land he’s living in.

Haytham. His accent and his walk, that’s what locked my eyes to him. His senses and attractiveness that he brings with his voice and confidence, that’s what intrigued my interest, and my love. Even his damn name. I’m such a joke. I can barely keep my mind in tact.

Today, I only wish he was here. I would like to talk to him, show him around my town in America, See how life has grown, and how life has turned chaotic. Maybe even tell him the day that it is, and him telling me what he did that day (which is the British marching from Philadelphia).

Possibly I would let him listen to music I listen to, or just classical music and we can dance together. Weird dream right? It would be fun though. And it will end with cake and tea, and me saying goodbye to him as he leaves back to his world.

#haytham kenway #assassins creed 3 #ac3 #assassin's creed #assassins creed #assassins creed iii #i love you haytham #haytham #this is my haytham kenway simp blog #ac #happy birthday to me #bon anniversaire #happy fathers day #Connor Kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #please these men are so fine #don’t mind me

[requiescat-in-pace-bastardo]

Codextober Day 3: Enemy

It was a late autumn night in France. An older Irishman was sitting at a bar drinking. A younger man came by to join him. The younger man looked at him and pointed to the nearby stool. "May I sit?" He asked. The Irishman nodded.

"Aye. I don't mind. Join if ya wish." He said tiredly. He looked at the younger man. Something about him seemed familiar. The younger man looked at him.

"Where are you from? That accent isn't French. Ireland? The Colonies?" He questioned. The older man nodded.

"I am from America. I came to France on business and to revisit the past." He said. "What about you? I can tell you're French, but what brings you this pub?" The older man questioned. The younger one frowned.

"I'm here for revenge. I heard my father's killer may be here. He was killed when I was a child and now I'm old enough to seek revenge." The younger man explained. The older man nodded.

"I see. Do you know the name of his killer? Do you plan to take his life? An eye for an eye?" He questioned. The younger man nodded. His eyes were hidden by his hood, but grew dark.

"I finally learned his name after years of searching for it. I plan to avenge my father and those I lost because of that night." He swore. The older man looked curious.

"What was your father's name? Where did he die? How?" The older man asked. The younger man took down his hood.

"My father is Charles Dorian. He died at Versailles at the hands of a filthy Templar named Shay Cormac. He died because of YOU!" The man revealed. He took the older man by the hood and revealed the older man's face. "I am Arno Victor Dorian, son of Charles Dorian and adopted son of the De la Serre family. You took my family and the love of my life from me. Prepare to die." He spit. The older man, Shay, tried to fight against Arno and managed to corner him into an empty and shadowed corner, but he was older and at a disadvantage. Shay rose his hands.

"I accept my death. I do not regret killing Charles. It had to be done, but as I have a child of my own, I know the pain you feel. I've loved and lost too. Please, kill me honorably or let me go home to my child. Show me mercy." Shay begged. Arno's eyes widened. This man wasn't too different from him. Both have seen the inner workings of the Assassins and the Templars and both knew that neither side was perfect. Arno couldn't help but see his fathers in Shay's eyes. He saw that Shay knew both sides had flaws. Arno put away his blade.

"Go. Go and run before I change my mind. I free you not for your sake, but because I know you see the things I do." Arno said. Shay looked in surprise and shook his head.

"No. I've been running too long. It's time to face my actions. My child is old enough to understand. I've made my own luck, but I think it's finally ran out." He said. He walked to Arno and began fighting him. Arno took the chance and understood. He killed Shay in the exact way his father had died decades ago. Arno took Shay's dying body outside. The last thing Shay saw was the sky and he felt a trembling on the ground just like he had in Lisbon decades ago. He closed his eyes and took his final breath. Arno stood beside him.

"Thank you for the closure. Though we are enemies, I hope you rest well." Arno said before walking into the night clutching his pocket watch.

#codextober #ac unity #ac rogue #shay patrick cormac #shay cormac #arno dorian #arno victor dorian

[tamiisnthere]

Tami's interactions with Templars

Another idea from @fancysteawberrybeard! Thank you once again! 💗

I will admit that I will use a few Templars, because I don't know much about them, so Tami only had interactions with a few of them. I hope you don't mind. 😊

Tami meets the Templars for the first time when she starts going on missions. They're her enemies, so mostly relationships are hostile, but there are some little exceptions.

Haytham: Although he is the main enemy of the Assassin's Brotherhood, Tami has some respect and fear for him. Once she and Altaïr almost got him, but Edward stopped them, because he is his son, and thanks for that, Haytham successfully escaped from them.

Shay: Haytham's right-hand man and former assassin is a dangerous opponent. But Tami knows his reason for betraying the brotherhood. Once she was injured during one of the missions, Shay was about to shoot her, but then he felt guilty, left her alone and disappeared before her partner came to save her. At that time Tami realized that not all Templars are purely cruel and evil people, but that doesn't mean their actions are right and must be stopped.

Abstergo Industries: Tami had noticed their products before, which were overpriced despite the poor quality. She and her family regard Abstergo's products as a scam. Later, after joining the Brotherhood, she found out that Abstergo Industries is a Templar's company so they could more easily manipulate the public.

Lucy Stillman: In one mission, Tami and some assassins were captured by Abstergo and imprisoned. She met Lucy with Vidic, who felt sorry for the young assassin. Later, when the assassins came to rescue her and the other captives, Lucy decided that she would help Tami escape and accompany her to the assassins. Tami thanks her and promises that if they ever meet again, she won't kill her.

Daniel Cross: He is another former assassin and Nikolai's great-grandson. He trains new recruits for the Templar Order. Tami notices him whispering something like he always hears voices and wants them to stop. Thanks to Rebecca and Shaun, she knows Daniel suffers from the Bleeding Effect, which affects his life, which made her feel empathy for him.

Warren Vidic: He had planned to research the history of Tami's ancestry, which she was against so she wouldn't get the Bleeding Effect. In the prison, she watched helplessly as the prisoners were being tortured, which made Tami cry and rage at the same time. When the assassins came to save Tami and others, Vidic wanted to stop her, but he was assassinated by Desmond.

Juhani Otso Berg: He is an Abstergo Industries agent. Tami only saw him around when she was imprisoned. Truth be told, Juhani is a mystery to her and she doesn't know more about him.

Robert de Sablé: Whoever is Altaïr's archenemy, so is Tami's. He was also a threat to the TaE Family (her adoptive family), because he wanted to take over their land and destroy everything they had built for years. Later, Tami tried to assassinate Robert to save her home, but he easily defeated her. At the last minute he was assassinated by Altaïr.

Charles Lee: Haytham’s another right hand. Connor mentioned that he would kill him one day. Tami doesn't see much Charles during the fights, because he is afraid of Connor.

Cesare Borgia: General of the Templar Order, but he would like to become a Grandmaster and usually complains that he is not. Tami sees him as a power-hungry lunatic and wonders why the Templars tolerate him.

Jamal: He was a traitor to the brotherhood and Tami's first target. Of course Altaïr was going to help her with her first assassination mission, which she was afraid of. When they found him, Tami lunged at him but Jamal fought back and was about to stab her with his dagger. Altaïr, panicking that he will lose his lover, attacked Jamal, who unexpectedly wounded him. Left with no choice, Tami stabbed Jamal's neck with her hidden blade. Tami stared at her bloody hand in horror… She took someone's life… Altaïr calmed her down, dipped the feather in Jamal's blood and hurried back to the bureau.

#thanks to these headcanons I have some more ideas <3 #tamiisnthere's fanfic #Assassin's Creed #crossover universe #Tami Fountain #Altami #canon x self insert #canon x oc #canon character #oc #persona #self insert #headcanon #headcanons #Templar #Templars

[rogaire-a]

Honestly, to take Shay's loyality for granted is the biggest mistake someone could ever make. This man has got his own morals, and he will always follow them; no matter what. You will never find Shay fully devoted on something/someone. If he is; then it means that his goals are aligned with said person/organisation.

#DOWN THE ANCHOR // OOC #once his goals/morals don't align with this person anymore; don't be surprised if he turns his back on you #this is what happened with the assassins / he saw how the assassins preached about protecting the lives of the innocent #but it took him Lisbon to realise that they will literally do anything to reach their ends / even breaking their own creed / #now; about the Templars / Shay found out that his goals align with those of the templars because of Monro / because it wasn't even remotely #in Shay's mind to join the Templars #when he meets Monro he thinks him of nothing more but a landlord who wants to take profit from the colonies and its people #but Monro tells him that his purpose is to keep people safe-thing that Shay will never cease of doing no matter his affilations #now I know there was some corruption / because the Templars aren't saints and we all know that #but Monro showed Shay plenty of times that he fully meant what he said / because words are a thing but actions are what really bring change #and most important of all- he gave Shay the free will to choose #He didn't immediately introduce himself as a member of the Templar Order because of Shay's former affilations #but when he did reveal himself to Shay ( tho I believe Shay realised that already- he's a himbo but not tHAT MUCH hbfr ) that was when Shay #realised that his goals align with the templars #or Monro; in that matter; but Monro is a templar #and this was when he also realised that not all templars are the same. #again I think it's all a matter of idealsand how you decided to preach your 'creed' #because it's always easy to say that ' the assassins are the good guys ' but if you think about it #their methods aren't that much different from the Templars #there are actually templars that TRULY care about the lives of the people #regardless of their affilations #that's why you might always find Shay in conflict because not all templars are like Monro #so if you want to have Shay's trust you have to make sure that his goals align with yours #just because you're a templar that doesn't automatically mean that Shay trusts you

[niennavalier]

AC: Rogue - Second Chances

Summary: He's not an Assassin anymore - Shay has no doubts about that. He's less sure where that leaves him in the world, or in the context of this centuries-long war between Assassins and Templars. But when he's presented with a second chance - from a Templar, no less - he has to question all that he's done in the past. And all that he'll do in the future.

Character study set during AC: Rogue Sequence 3-1 "The Color of Right".

(Also posted on AO3)

*****

Shay isn’t sure what he’d been expecting. There’s little he remembers of the moment after being shot, aside from perhaps accepting his fate, knowing that, at the very least, he’d stopped the Assassins from leveling more cities. But he hadn’t expected to wake up at all, much less in a comfortable home and cared for by a kindly couple.

He’d not thought that he could be surprised by much else, but then Mrs. Finnegan - Cassidy - had handed him some clothing, and now, dressing himself, he can’t help but think.

They were our son's . Those words - they keep circling through his head as he readjusts the coat, finishes tightening his belt. Because he can't keep the thought from his mind.

The Finnegans' son - he'd been a Templar.

He'd not wanted to believe it at first, seeing the crosses at his shoulders, telling himself it was something else, something he'd seen elsewhere. It wasn't the Templar cross, and the couple who'd taken him in and cared for him as their own - they weren't Templars. They weren’t the same people he’d spent years fighting.

But pulling the strap for his rifle over his shoulder, the other cross settling on top of his heart, it’s not something he can deny. Somehow, he’s certain of it; whether the Finnegans are Templars themselves, their son had been.

And now he’s wearing the lad’s clothes. It’s something that makes him all the more aware of the hidden blades at his wrists - nothing feels quite right about any of this. Not that he can do much about it.

Sighing and shaking the thoughts from his head for now, he takes the time to tie his hair away from his face and happens to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Looking as he does, he has no doubt his younger self would've thought him a Templar himself, some fanatic obsessed with order. With his weapons returned, he looks every bit a man ready to fight for all that he’d once fought against . Though it's not like he has much choice; he doubts his old clothes had survived the ordeal.

He's not mourning their loss, though. It's a sudden realization, and one he wasn’t expecting to have, but he hadn't been eager to don the hood again. And he still isn't, perhaps would never be. Stranger still, it's not a thought he can bring himself to regret.

Wearing the uniform of the people he’d called enemies is unsettling, but as his last memories of the Homestead flash through his mind - all those he’d called friends, called family , suddenly turned against him - he’s certain that wearing his own robes would’ve been worse.

As he steps back into the main room, though, it’s like none of that even matters. The way Cassidy’s eyes light up - “Oh, well don’t you look a right gentleman!” - it fills him with something warm that he can’t remember when he last felt. Warmth. Family. Feeling like he doesn’t have to work to earn affection, the way he suspects it feels to have parents, despite never properly knowing his own.

Perhaps it shouldn’t feel as novel as it does, but he can’t help freezing on the spot. How is he meant to respond to that?

So he doesn't respond, at least, not directly. He asks about the Manuscript - lost, apparently, and some mix of relief and anger flares in his chest. Good, better that no one can get their hands on the damned thing. Good-hearted folk like these - they wouldn't be caught in the crossfire ever again. He'd see to that.

***

He's not expecting it when a man approaches him from behind, the cross on his sash - a Templar cross, it must be - the first and only thing Shay sees. His hand is reaching back for his pistols before he even realizes it - trust isn't something he's keen on having in spades for now.

"Be at ease, Master Cormac, we are friends.” Doubtful. But the man does know his name, somehow, even if Shay can’t guess why. Does he also know -? He must. This dance they’re doing - it’s too familiar. Both of them know what the other is (or rather, was , Shay supposes). He’d have to tread carefully; he has no idea what this Templar wants with him. “The Finnegans were worried you might take matters into your own hands. I am Colonel George Monro.”

Shay nods, the safest thing he can think to do. “Colonel.” The Finnegans, he’s willing to trust, and the Colonel knowing them might have meant something had their son not also been a Templar. As it stands, the connection means little.

“I came to help, but it seems I am late. Thank you for dealing with these foul criminals.” He eyes the gang leader (the Assassin-trained gang leader) Shay had killed just minutes earlier. “They were a blight on New York.”

The words are quick to rub him wrong. “What do you care?” For all Shay might agree about the gangs, he’d yet to meet a British officer who gave a damn about the colonists. Much less one who was a Templar, besides. “You Redcoats are nothing but landlords. The townsfolk here are grinding away, trying to make a living.” And for what, really?

“I cannot blame you for having that impression.” Of course he can’t. It’s true, and Shay had seen it himself. The restrictions keeping merchants from trading as they pleased, the dangers and hardships braved by the colonists only for their earnings to line the pockets of the Crown. It’s the truth, not just an impression. “Some of my comrades have been less than helpful. But I take a different approach.”

“And what is that?” The words are bitter on his tongue.

“I care. I want to see these colonists safe and prosperous.” Years of training are screaming in his head not to trust this man. That he's just another Templar snake who's willing to say anything if it gets him his way. There's no way for Shay to know if he means any of the things coming out of his mouth.

"Noble words." But were any of them true? He’d naively thought others as righteous as the Colonel made himself out to be, and they’d all proven otherwise.

"Perhaps actions will convince you otherwise, Master Cormac." The Colonel gestures for him to lead the way, and he hesitates for a moment - it's a trick, it has to be - before thinking deeper on it. Betrayal still lingers in his mind, learning that the people he’d called his family cared more about ancient artifacts than they did him, or the thousands of innocent lives on the line. He knows now that they must have lied to him all along, and, really, were they all that different from the Templars? Now, he’s not an Assassin anymore, and that’s not enough to change any of what he believes about the Templars, but it’s enough to make him think.

Perhaps he could hear the Colonel out, if nothing else. At worst, his beliefs would be confirmed yet again. At best…

He's not ready yet to think there can be a better outcome.

***

“You can do great things for this city and its citizens. After all, a man needs purpose.” Those are the last words he hears from the Colonel before the man takes his leave, and they cut into him deeper than he'd like to admit. Though it's not for a bad reason of any sort. The way he explains himself - Shay can't help but feel like he can trust him. Perhaps because it sounds like the Colonel trusts him in return, despite having never met, and the two of them having stood on opposite sides. There's more than a chance that it should worry him, but instead it makes him think of something else - the orders and harsh reprimands from the Assassins. He'd known none of them (save maybe Liam) had ever really trusted him or his skills, but he'd not thought that much of it at the time. Assumed it was normal, being that he'd been the newest one there, but now, the way the Colonel was talking to him, he's starting to rethink that. Perhaps starting to resent that, too, whether he likes it or not.

It’s a selfish reason to make any kind of decision, and he knows as much, refreshing as all of it might feel. It’s not something he’d act on alone - he’s already seen what blind faith and desperation can do, and who can pay the price of death and destruction as a result. Lisbon flashes through his mind, as clear as if it’d happened yesterday. Screams of pain and terror still ring in his ears as smoke and sulfur make his eyes and nose sting, heat from the flames burning his cheeks. His rib smarts, and for a moment, he thinks it’s from tumbling through a crumbling building, crashing against walls and floors and furniture, not from falling off a cliff at the Homestead.

He forces himself to breathe and shakes the memories from his mind. That’s what he can’t let happen again. That’s what he has to make right, no matter what it takes.

And so he can't help but feel drawn in by all the things Colonel Monro said, about just doing right by the people. Making their lives better, not through freedom or control - not through the Assassins or Templars - but just by helping where they can.

As badly as he wants to remain skeptical, he can’t find a problem in that, at least.

But he still stands and watches for some time after that, wanting to see for himself. He stays along the sidelines as the citizens of New York wander by, their eyes turning bright as they hear that the old building is to be restored. From their conversations, he learns that the place had once been a church, left to disrepair now with the threat of war hanging over them. And seeing it ready to be restored - it visibly fills them with hope, and that lights something warm in his chest. Something that he's not sure when he felt last.

It reminds him of the way he’d felt when he’d first joined the Assassins, hopeful, and like he was finally sure of what he was doing. But he’d been a fool, then - he knows that, now - and hadn’t known that he’d hurt far more people than he’d help.

He can't say where he stands when it comes to the Assassins and Templars, to the endless war he'd fought in without ever really understanding it, but he's always trusted himself to know what's right. And this - seeing the lives of normal, everyday folk made easier - he can feel is right.

And for now, perhaps that would be enough.

He can accept that much, and knows he should head back to the Finnegans - all else aside, he trusts them. But as he winds through the familiar streets of his home, he can't help but think on the Colonel's offer. The man may be a Templar, but what he's offering - this way to just help people - it feels like a second chance. Like a way to start atoning for all the lives lost in Lisbon. Exactly what the Assassins wouldn't allow him to do.

Perhaps… perhaps this is the way forward. He may not be fully ready to trust the man yet, for all that he seems honorable, but doing some good for the people of the city, protecting them against those who would do them harm - that much, he would do.

#ac rogue #assassins creed #assassins creed rogue #shay cormac #shay patrick cormac #i have Thoughts when it comes to Shay and his development and all that good stuff #but also #best boy needs a HUG #my writing #my fic #my fanfic

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

Oh yes, please! Soft!Shay. Baby boy!!! One softie with the reader being a newbie as a Templar.

I confess my creativity’s been a little dry lately, but I couldn’t resist at least trying to write a little something for this, because there just needs to be more soft!Shay in the world. So, I sincerely do hope this is alright. <3

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You had awoken to the feeling of someone’s fingers brushing across your forehead, and you gave a hum as you began to stir.

After a few moments, you opened your eyes, and noticed out the window that it had turned dark since you last looked.

How long had you been asleep?

“I’m surprised to find you still in here,” someone said, their soft Irish brogue immediately catching your attention and alerting to who it was, despite you being only half-awake. Your bleary eyes glanced up to see a very familiar individual kneeling beside you.

“Shay...?” you croaked in a groggy voice. “What time is it?”

“Too late for you to be lyin’ here on the floor with your books, as opposed in lyin’ in bed,” Shay replied. “But since it’s warm here, mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” you whispered with a shake of your head. “I was only trying to memorize the principles of the Order for the upcoming examination in a few days,” you then explained, as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

“Ah, I still remember when I had to do that,” the Irishman chuckled as he stretched out next to you on the thick rug, placing one hand behind his head for support.

“I don’t know how you or anyone could pass,” you wondered. “There’s just so much.”

You began to sit up, however, your heavy and aching head insisted that you lay right back down - something you were all too willing to do. Not seeing any pillows nearby, though, you settled for the next best thing and rested your head upon Shay’s belly, its slight softness surprising you, given how firm and fit the rest of him was. Although, you were glad that he didn’t have his heavy coat or gear on him, as it made snuggling up to him infinitely more comfortable.

“I mean, how’s anyone supposed to...ahh...remember all of this?” you complained softly with a yawn as you picked up a thick book and tossed it to the side with a hint of exhausted annoyance.

“Well, gettin’ a good night’s sleep usually helps,” Shay playfully murmured as he began to gently stroke your hair.

You sighed at his touch. “Mmm...sleeping sounds like a good idea right now...” you then mumbled in return, closing your eyes once more.

Both of you falling silent, you soon became somewhat focused on the sounds around you, picking up on the pitter-patter of cool rain on the window and the crackling of the warm fire in the hearth. In the meantime, Shay’s stomach quietly grumbled in your ear from the late supper he had not long before he found you, the noises accompanied by the faint, comforting sound of his steady heartbeat.

You sighed again in contentment.

Still unaware of the time, you hoped that morning was far away, as you felt you could remain cuddled up against this man forever.

Forgetting about your Templar studies, this instead was the last thought you had before the combination of soft sounds quickly lulled you back to sleep.

“Sleep well, a mhuirnín,” Shay grinned softly as he continued to comb his fingers through your messy locks. “And don’t fret...I know you’ll make me proud.”

#just something a little soft 'n sweet for this evening #I truly do hope it's okay #(also I don't know if exams are a thing; but it's the best thing I could think of to convey 'newbie Templar' lol) #Shay Cormac x Reader #Shay Cormac #my ac writings

[ragingbookdragon]

Reunion Of The Lonely Christmas Lovers

A Shay Cormac x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1,560 Warnings: Explicit Language, Alcohol Consumption

Author’s Note: Everyone we’re adding Shay to the Christmas fic list! Let’s go! -Thorne

           “Alright, look piss-ant,” she sighed. “I have to get on the ship.”

           “No.” he grunted, arms wrapping tighter around her body as if he could keep her forever.

           “Shay, I have a mission to do.” She reasoned. “I’ll be back after I’m done.”

           “But it might take forever, (Y/N).”

           “Oh please, this is me we’re talking about. I’ll be done within a year and back before you know it.”

           Shay pulled back slightly, peering into her eyes. They were self-assured, like always, and he let out a sigh.

           “Aye, you’re right.” He let her go, watching as she straightened out her uniform. “Will you send me a letter or two?”

           “No.” (Y/N) bit out and his face dropped. She let out a laugh, slapping his stomach. “Yes, piss-ant, I’ll send you letters when I can. God, you’re gullible.”

           He huffed, but a grin crossed his lips and he reached up, cupping her face. “Cheeky little thing.”

           “Well one of us in this relationship has to be. And let’s face it, it isn’t you.” (Y/N) countered.

           Shay’s face turned solemn and he murmured, “Be careful, love, please.”

           “I’ll try,” she shrugged. “No promises though.”

           His hand shifted, firmly grasping the back of her neck, but not enough to hurt. “No. Promise me right now that you’ll be careful and that you’ll come back to me in one piece.”

           (Y/N) met his gaze and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers. “I’ve lost too much. I won’t lose you, love.”

           She smiled and pressed her lips to his. “I promise that despite my usual dumbass streak, I will come back to you.” His eyes were wary, and she added, “Safe and sound, alive and well.”

           Shay searched her gaze, then whispered, “I love you, (Y/N).”

           She smiled. “I love you more, Shay.” The captain of the ship called for her and she sighed, pulling away from him. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

           “I’ll think about you all the time.” he yearned.

           (Y/N) scoffed. “Don’t quit your day job piss-ant. You still have responsibilities to worry about other than me.”

           She boarded the ship and walked to the stern, waving at him until he was out of sight.

***

           “You don’t seem to be enjoying the Christmas festivities much, Shay.” His eyes darted to the Grandmaster. “Not feeling the cheer?”

           Shay huffed into his tankard, taking a swig before setting it down. “What makes you say that, Master Haytham?”

           The Grandmaster chuckled. “You can call me Haytham, Shay. We’re in an informal setting.” He regarded the Irishman with a steely gaze. “Missing our Spymaster?”

           The Assassin-Hunter choked into his beer, pounding his chest harshly as coughs tore through his throat. “What—” he started but broke into more coughs. Haytham merely handed him a handkerchief.

           Shay’s face was crimson, and he took it. “Thank you,” he croaked, slightly glaring when the man beside him smirked.

           “I’ll take that as a yes then.” Haytham sighed and crossed one of his legs over the other. “I understand why you miss her. She’s good company.” His steel eyes scanned the group of Templars around them. “And an even better Templar than most.”

           “And she’s your best friend.” Shay offered.

           “She is,” he nodded. “And my most trusted companion.”

           The Irishman leaned on his elbows, peering at the man. “So, how did you and she become so close?” he glanced down at his mug. “This might be rude, but you don’t seem the type that has many friends.”

           “Unlike you?” Haytham countered, and Shay couldn’t help but see all their faces in his mind.

           “Aye, I’m one to talk, I guess.”

           The Grandmaster let out a sigh, staring off into the distance as he said, “She and I met when we were children. Our fathers were old friends and when hers died, (Y/N) came to live in our house.”

           “And I assume you were both trained as Templars then?” Shay guessed.

           Haytham offered a rare snort. “Actually, she was an Assassin once.”

           Shay’s eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped. He didn’t even try to hide the unbridled shock he felt.

           “When I was taken in by the Templars, she was taken by the Assassins. We met on one of my first missions after I was inducted.” His eyes narrowed fondly. “We beat the ever-living hell out of one another before calling a truce.” Haytham glanced at Shay. “We talked it out and she swore her loyalty to me.”

           The Irishman blinked, deadpanning, “Our (Y/N)? She just listened to you? And then joined you?” He cocked a brow. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same woman?”

           Haytham chuckled and sipped the wine from his goblet. “Oh, I don’t mean it was an hour of talking.” He looked at the other. “It took a whole month for me to convince her to join me.”

           “And she did?”

           “(Y/N) told me that my father had saved her father’s life and served his crew for it. She said she owed me the same allegiance that her father gave mine.” He set the goblet down and tapped the stem with his pointer finger. “She has only ever been the one person I could trust with everything I’ve ever had other than Holden.”

           Haytham’s eyes held an unfathomable pain that Shay had never seen, nor did he ever expect to see again, because as quickly as it had come, it was gone.

           “I…have always been protective of her because her loss would devastate me beyond repair. I am glad there is someone else other than I, with her well-being in mind.” He met Shay’s eyes and something akin to an understanding passed between them.

           The Irishman nodded, knowing that there were no words needed to be said, but the warmth in his chest made him burn with pride. He raised his tankard up, watching Haytham raise his glass.

           A loud knock sounded from the closed door and Haytham’s eyes darted to one of the servants who nodded and walked over. They opened the door then turned to the side, and immediately, their drinks hit the table, spilling all over.

***

           One whole year she’d been traveling on her own, and though she enjoyed being on her own at times, (Y/N) was done with being alone. All she wanted was to be wrapped in Shay’s arms.

           The mansion came into view and she smiled tiredly, feet suddenly feeling like they were made of lead. She pushed on though, the thought of comfort and congratulations too much to weigh her down.

           (Y/N) made it to the door and snorted at the sound of the festivities coming from within. She knocked loudly and a few moments later, the door opened. Smiling at the servant she passed by them and into the dining room, dropping her bag down on the floor. She grinned at the disbelieving expressions on her lover and friends’ faces.

           “Oh, I see how it is. Having the Christmas parties without me?” she quipped, and a scraping chair caught her attention before someone had her around the waist, hauling her into the air.

           “Lass!” Shay shouted, voice laced with joy. “You’re back!”

           (Y/N) snorted and placed her hands on his broad shoulders, squeezing tightly. “Told you I would, piss-ant.” He lowered her and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Have you been obedient since I’ve been gone?”

           Shay offered her a toothy grin. “About as obedient as I usually am.” He winked. “Which is never.”

           She tutted. “Naughty, naughty boy, Shay Cormac. Whatever will I do with you?”

           “I can think of a few things,” he offered rather salaciously, and a gag sounded behind them.

           “Get a room!” someone shouted.

           (Y/N) peered over his shoulder and shouted, “Oi! This is my house, you fuckers. And I’m this close to making all you get out so my lover and I can really reunite for Christmas.”

           The group let out exaggerated noises of disgust and Shay nuzzled the side of her head. “Fort Arsenal is only a few away,” he murmured. “Want to leave?”

           She shook her head. “My feet are killing me. I can’t walk anymore.” Her eyes drifted to Haytham who wore a welcoming smile. “Besides, I’d better fill ‘im in on what happened in England.”

           Before she could move, she found herself being scooped up bridal style by Shay. Her arms automatically went around his neck, though she was shocked herself.

           “Shay!”

           He shook his head and turned to Haytham. “Grandmaster, I know you want to talk to her, but I’ve spent a whole year without her.” He spun on his heel and started marching to the stairs. “You can have her tomorrow.”

           “I am not a prize to be won!”

           “A mhalairt ar fad, grá. You’re my prize.”

           “I will punch the shit out of you, piss-ant.”

           “Keep threatening me. It’s a turn-on.”

           “Oh, you’re gross!”

***

           She lay on his bare chest, humming contently as his fingers lazily traced up and down her spine.

           “I’m glad you’re home, (Y/N).”

           She met his eyes and offered him a heartfelt smile. “As am I.” She reached up and brushed his hair out of his face. “I missed you with all my heart.”

           Shay took her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Merry Christmas, love.”

           (Y/N) rested her chin on his chest, murmuring, “Merry Christmas, Shay.”

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[lunavadash-creates]

The real pleasure

Warning: NSFW, explicit, first time Also all my works can be found on    AO3  "Lass, have you ever been with a man?"

Shay's question was hanging in the air as you looked at him completely stunned. The sudden silence that surrounded both of you was awkward and you felt like every beat of your heart was as loud as thunder. You had no idea how your friendly, funny conversation became this weird.

Shay was your best friend, a fellow member of the Templar Order, one of your favourite people out there. You could rely on him, trust him and you thought you had no secrets from each other. Yet now you felt embarrassed. You had never expected to hear a question like this from his mouth.

For a second you wanted to turn it all into a joke like you usually did. But after one look at his handsome, worried face, you have changed your mind. One deep breath later you decided to simply answer his question.

"Yes, I have been with men before. Few times but I..." You stopped, biting your lower lip as you searched in your head for an appropriate word. "I have never truly enjoyed it. And to forestall your next question, no. I have never reached an orgasm with a man."

You reached for the glass of wine and took a sip, enjoying the taste. You had stolen the entire box of authentic Italian wine from the ship of the assassin you had been hunting together. It wasn't a big reward but definitely a sweet one.  

After a moment of

silence during which Shay never took his eyes off you, he asked another question, one that made you choke on your wine.

"And with women?"

"Oh god, Shay!" your face blanched as though you had just seen a ghost. How could he read you so effortlessly?  

"I don't know..." Shay rose his eyebrow, giving you a nod, encouraging you to continue. "I was with a woman once. I was completely drunk then, and I don't remember anything after the moment my ass hit the bed. I only remember that I was so fricking wet the next morning and both my head and throat hurt like a bitch. How about you?"

"If you are asking about my sex life then I haven't been with any men, but I know how to pleasure women."

He spoke with a purr, looking at you as a hunter would at his prey. A promise of divine pleasure was hidden in the twinkle of his eyes as he focused on your lips, redden from the way you had been biting them.

There was no denying it - Shay was a man made of dreams; he was as sweet as poison, as tempting as the most promising lie and as handsome like the work of art, a sculpture made by Michael Angelo himself. Everything about him was irresistible, from his dark hair, a scar on his face, his voice, his eyes, his lips, body, muscles, even his outfit.

You swallowed hard. It felt like something large was lodged in your throat, making you unable to speak. Was it a proposition? Suggestion maybe? Did he really want... or was it just a joke?

You waited for a second to see if Shay would burst out laughing, but it never came.

"Shay, do you want to have sex with me?" you choked out a question, still worried that you’d fallen for his trick like a novice, but once again, his eyes were expressing more than thousands of words. He reached for his wine, emptying the glass and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

"I’m asking if you would let me show you the real pleasure. You deserve more than those useless bastards who don’t have a first clue on how to pleasure a lady." He paused, his eyes boring into yours. "Especially when she’s as remarkable as you"

Once again, you ended up stunned and speechless. You wanted to say yes, but you had so many doubts right now. Perhaps it wasn't about those men? Maybe it was you and your body? You never really doubted your look or features. You were healthy and strong, well-trained and you definitely had an appearance that earned you look from envious women and lustful men. Yet you had doubts. Maybe you were silent for too long as Shay let a sigh and shook his head.

"Forgot I asked. I'm sorry, Y/N. I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable. Probably it's just...

"I want it Shay," you interject, suddenly coming back to reality. You couldn't waste that opportunity, especially since you had feelings for Shay. You hid them, of course. Your lives were far too dangerous, to ruin you relationship with love would be silly.

Bur if he wanted too…

"I just... I'm nervous. I haven't done it in such a long time, and I don't know if it's not just me being terrible at it."

"Shh," Shay was at your side in a blink of an eye. He gently stroked your cheek, looking straight into your eyes, before he leaned down to gently kiss your temple.

"I will take good care of you. I promise Y/N."

Before you knew it, he simply lifted you from the chair and carried you to his room. You were spending the evening at his home in New York – he’d proposed you stay with him instead of looking for an inn. And now, for the first time, you were in his bedroom. You have always been curious about it but never had the opportunity to sneak in, especially since you respected his privacy. And now, when you finally managed to find your way in, you had no time to look around as his lips were soon on yours.

Oh god, his lips were so much better than you imagined. Despite the first impression they were soft and warm, gentle even. He kissed you for the first time as though he were afraid he could hurt you. He held you so close, slowly devouring your mouth. You moaned silently, feeling the wave of heat spreading inside your body and cumulating between your legs. He broke the kiss for a second, resting his forehead against yours.

"I wanted to kiss you for so long y/n. You are far sweeter than the best wine."

Before you could answer he kissed you again, his tongue brushing against your lips, asking for entrance. You granted it gladly and in no time your tongues immersed in a dance of dominance and passion until you both ended up breathless.

With shaky hands, you reached for his coat to start to unbutton it and for the first time, you wondered, why he needed so many layers. At the same time, he reached for your coat, it was easy to open, you only had a few simple black buttons and a belt in the middle, so it was on the floor in no time. Shay took your hands away from his coat and kissed every single of your fingers, giving you a wink before he focused on undressing you again. Your shirt, trousers and boots soon joined your coat on the floor, and you laid back on the bed dressed only in your dusty punk slip and marching drawers.

Shay licked his suddenly dry lips and took the hem of your slip to get it off your body and then a loud gasp escaped his lips as he saw your beautiful, perfect body. He loved everything about it, your breasts, already protruding nipples, your skin and...

"I had no idea you had a tattoo."

You made it a long time ago to hide a particularly ugly scar. In its place was a tattoo of an Yggdrasil tree. Shay smiled and took off your panties before he started to undress himself. The floor was covered in clothes now, belts, coats, boots, underwear. And finally, you could see Shay naked and as beautiful as ever.

That man was perfect and that thin line of his black hair starting under his navel and reaching up to his cock that was already semi-hard made you gasp. You reached out to touch his body; you wanted to feel muscles of his stomach under your palm, to trace your fingers over his scars, especially that one on his stomach and under the collar bone. You knew the story behind those two, the wounds inflicted by his friends from the Brotherhood. He twitched when you touched one of those scars, but he didn't move away to begin with.

"Wait. Aren’t I supposed to take care of you? Be a good girl and lay still for me."

You did. You laid your hand on the cover and let Shay kiss you again. This time it was a short kiss, he soon moved on your neck to kiss and suck it gently. His hot tongue was tracing complicated patterns on your skin as he moved down until your collarbone where he left a little red bitemark. You inhaled sharply, letting out a moan as you moved your legs, trying to gain some stimulation with the wetness accumulating between them.

The next thing you felt were those warm lips closing around your left nipple. This time you moaned shamelessly. He sucked on it hard, licking the hardened nub, enjoying how resistant it seemed against his tongue, once he even bit on it. His free hand was in the meantime taking care of your other nipple, caressing it with his fingers, pinching it, twisting, pulling. You tried to cover your mouth to silence all those sounds you were making but he groaned, taking your hand away.

"Don't. I want to hear everything."

As he said that, he started to suck on your other nipple, making you squirm and wiggle on the bed. The pleasure was more intense than you have ever imagined. You felt jolts of pleasure spreading in your body, weird, almost unknown heat accumulating between your legs. His hand pinched on your nipple harder than before and you bent over the bed with a loud cry, that soon turned into a moan when he started to move his nail on the very top of your wet and hard nipple, now swollen from all the attention it received. You had never played with your nipples before, so it was such an alien feeling that made you all horny.

"Shay, God..." you moaned again as you felt his hand wandering lower, in between your legs. He just moved his fingers up and down your sex, and a wide grin appeared on his face. His raised his hand, and you could see his fingers wet and glossy from your juices, and that made you blush harder than ever in your life. But what made you almost faint was when he licked his fingers, giving you the most sensual purr, you have ever heard.

"So, wet for me. And so sweet. You won't deny me such a dessert, will you?"

You could only nod in response. In a matter of seconds, Shay positioned himself between your thighs and gave you a long lick before he closed his mouth around you. He sucked firmly on your clit while his fingers were caressing the insides of your thighs. You dug your fingers into bedding, squirming uncontrollably. You couldn't stop all the sounds escaping your throat as he was pleasuring you in ways you could never imagine. He moved his lips slightly to suck on your labia, then dug his hot tongue inside you.

In the beginning, he simply wanted to simply make you wet and well prepared for more. But then he heard your moans and screams, the moment he saw your face in pure bliss, he decided that this night would be unforgettable. He wanted you to cum for him and because of him. More than once.

He moved back to your clit and after a few more licks, the heat that was accumulating in your body for the past few minutes exploded. You back arched hard, screaming and digging your heels into the bed as he led you through your orgasm. You fell on the bed almost breathless and saw his face with a smirk plastered on it. His lips were still wet as he looked into your eyes.

"Hey lass, it's just a little foreplay. Don't tell me that’s all you can take." He was clearly mocking you, and you wanted to say something, but then he kissed you again. You could feel your own taste on his lips. His hand reached lower and he pinched your clit, making you jerk and moan again.

"Relax."

He disappeared between your legs again and you felt his fingers moving between your labia, gathering your juices and saliva before he slipped one finger into you. He moaned, feeling how tight you were. Your insides were clenching around his finger and he wanted to bury himself whole into you. But now he knew he needed to prepare you and he didn't hesitate for a second.

He started to suck you again, moving his tongue around your over-sensitive nub, while his finger was moving inside. But suddenly he stepped back and caught your hips to turn you on your stomach with a quick move.

"Shay?!"

"A little bit of trust," he muttered and lifted your hips higher. Soon his fingers were once again inside of you at his tongue danced around your most private area, making your breath harder than before. After the strongest orgasm of your life, you had trouble with formulating words, but Shay didn't mind. Your body was telling him everything about your pleasure, and that made him proud.

He slid inside you his second finger, searching for your sweet spot. You felt stretched and weird, penetration always made you feel uncertain, but somehow Shay was making it bearable. It wasn't the best feeling in the world at least until another shock shook your body. You moaned, rocking your hips as you wanted him to do this again. He brushed something inside you, making your muscles twitch. Another jolt of pleasure spread in your body, and this time you felt it even in your nipples.

"Do it again, please do it again!" you moaned, unable to resist the urge to feel it again and again. You heard Shay's chuckle as he added a third finger and brushed that spot again. His tongue returned to your clit and he started moving his fingers fast and hard, spreading and flexing them inside. He found that a little thickened and rough spot inside you and pressed it with all his fingers, at the same time biting in your clit.

The pleasure that overwhelmed your body was divine and your orgasm powerful and sudden, and your scream was so loud it could wake up all the dead in the city. Shay once again led you through it and you simply collapsed on the bed, your body trembling and twitching in post-orgasmic shock. You could heard Shay laugh and then the smacking sound as he licked his fingers clean once again.

"You are beautiful when you cum. And your voice could lure sailors at the sea into the doom. But that was only two... I wonder if you can take one more?" he purred, lying next to you. He gently ran his fingers over your spine, making you shiver. You turned around to face him, your breathing was still hard and you felt like your thoughts were shattered but you didn't mind at all. you looked at his beautiful body and then noticed his hard cock, waiting for more. You realised that all this time he was delaying his own pleasure and orgasm only to satisfy you and now... now you had to return the favour. You sat up and with a reassuring smile, you helped him sit. You wanted a different position as he already did so much to you. Now he will be the one moaning...

"Lean against the wall," you ordered and moved between his legs.

Actually, you had never sucked a penis in your life but you wanted to moisten him beforehand. You licked your lips and took his hot cock in your hand, stroking it gently a few times before giving a little lick on the tip. Shay's hips jolted in anticipation and you looked at him with a grin. You gathered all your courage and started to suck him. At first, it was very gentle and focused around the tip, but soon you started to be more confident with all Shay's moans and grunts. You dipped your tongue into the slit of his penis, while your hand was playing with his balls. Then you tried to make your way down, swallow as much of you as you could but he was just too big for you and soon you choked a little as you hit back of your throat.

"y/n don't overdo it. Use your tongue more. You can suck harder and by the gods, don't use your teeth." the last part came a bit shaky from his throat as you sucked hard on his head and wrapped your tongue around his hot shaft. In the same moment, he put the hand on your head, gently controlling your movements. You could feel the precum leaking from the tip, it was salty and weird but somehow it made you excited for more. You eagerly played with his shaft and balls, making him nice and wet. You even tried once more to take him deeper but then he stopped you. You left a disappointed moan, as a child that lost its favourite toy, but Shay just gave a smile and wiped the saliva from your chin. You had no idea you had made such a mess and immediately your cheeks became red, making Shay laugh.

"Don't be shy. There is nothing sexier than seeing your swollen lips wrapped around my dick."

 "Is that so?" you asked mockingly, moving closer to him. You kissed him hard, grabbing his dick and directing him into you. You lowered yourself, impaling himself on his cock. You both left moans of pure pleasure as he filled you up so perfectly. You needed a second to adjust to the feeling of being so stretched before you started to move. Slowly at first but with every thrust, your movement became faster and stronger. You needed to lean against a wall as you work your hips hard. This time it was Shay moans that filled the room. He grabbed your breast, sucking on your nipple while his other hand was holding your hip. It was messy sex, fast and furious, but you both needed it.

Suddenly Shay slipped out of you and put you on all fours on the bed, making it clear in what position he wanted fuck you.

He entered you, grabbing your hip firmly and start moving, now hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. He was slipping out to the hilt and slamming back in you so hard that the whole bed started to move, hitting the wall with a metal bed frame.

His grunts became louder as he was getting closer and your screams were shameless now. You didn't care if the whole New York heard you. Now you were in your personal, sexy and rough heaven, reaching your third orgasm that night. And as you did you clenched around his cock so hard and he barely made it out of you before cumming all over your ass.

His breath was heavy and hard as he nearly immediately collapsed on you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your body was devoided of all tension, you lost your name, your purpose, words and everything. The only thing you could feel on that moment was his warm body, his heart beating as hard as yours, his breath on your neck.

He moved off you with a moan and laid on his back, grabbing you and moving you to his side. You complied, wrapping an arm around his stomach. But then you felt something weird digging into your arm so you moved slightly to grab this thing. Surprisingly you found a piece of a wall. You both looked at it shocked and looked at the wall. In the place where the frame was hitting it, there was a whole reaching to the bricks. And on that moment you both burst out with laughter that filled the room.

"Now you can say that only one man made you cum," he said when both of you calmed down.

"The very best man I  dare say. It was... my God. Shay, it was... divine."

"Well... If you wish we can do this more often. You are so beautiful Y/N. And you have no idea how long I've been dreaming about holding you in my arms. I wish to be the only one who can see you like this."

"I won't complain Shay. I wanted you for so long but I was too afraid to admit it."

He grinned like crazy and kissed you hard and passionately like he wanted to fill you with all emotions he has been hiding from you. He took your hand, rested it on his chest and smiled.

"Now I'm yours, y/n."

"And I'm yours, Shay."

"And I'm never again staying in this house with the two of you" Haytham entered the room, looking at you both with disappointment. He threw a damp cloth at Shay

"Clean yourselves. I expect you both well-rested, we have work to do."

As soon as Haytham left the room they both exploded in laughter once again.  Well, it was so easy to forget about Haytham’s presence in this house...

#shay cormac #ac rogue #luna writes #asassins creed rogue #shay cormac x reader #shay x reader #haytham kenway #reader insert

[itseivwhore]

|Shay Cormac x Reader|

Now:this not something that I usually post on my blog,but I mean,a bit of change won’t hurt anyone.I won’t start to talk of who this one shot will be about,and since I have noticed that lately on here there are billions of fans of that are overobsessed with ShAy-Imakemyownluck-PaTrIcK cOrMaC,why not?

This is actually a pretty old one shot that I wrote and published on Wattpad some years ago,but I decided to publish it on here too for someoneee who needs it.

So sì,special tag for @nemo-my-name-forevermore and well,all the other Shay’s fans out there <333.

(*Little note:as I said,this one shot it’s a pretty old one,and my English was not that good back in the days,so I re read it and I fixed every grammar mistakes,adding some parts here and there since I have noticed that it all was a bit…nude?Without descriptions.Because remember:descriptions are never enough.Plus,I just hope I managed to write Shay in a proper way:making Shay looks like Shay.Basically,Shay being Shay…well you got it).

This one shot was inspired by this prompt:“You betrayed me!You disappointed me!”

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“Y/n” the high,deep and decisive voice of the Grand Master sounded loud in one of the big rooms of Fort Arsenal,where the young woman,sitting next to a window,thoughtfully read a book she held in her hands.Almost unaware,the female Templar dropped the book on her lap when she felt another presence in the room and when she heard her name being called.By jumping up and looking back carefully,a slight smile made her slowly raise a corner of the mouth.

“Master Kenway” she sighed in a reassured voice,assuming a composed posture when she saw Haytham in front of herself who,with his usual watchful and attentive look,peered at her with a flash of distrust that glistened briefly in his icy eyes.

“I beg your pardon,it was a long time since I opened that book and I stopped to read it” she apologized in a gentle and calm voice,turning quickly and pointing with a gesture of the hand at the book that,at that moment,had fallen on the chair where she was previously sitting.

“Don’t worry.It’s good to distract yourself briefly from the day’s commitments” he reassured her with an invisible smile on his face,as he quickly and stealthily walked towards the chair,for then stretching an arm and taking the book that he began to flicker with delicate touch as he threw fugitive glances at the young woman.

A chilling and heavy silence took possession of them,as soon as the Grand Master began to quickly read some pages of the book while the young woman scrutinized him.The same silence that he interrupted,finally closing the book and resting it on the windowsill,then turning around again by her.Feeling in a tremendous and unique awe under the blue penetrating gaze of him and with his eyes digging deeply into her e/c ones,Y/n began to speak:

“Do you need anything,Master Kenway?” she asked gently,shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she glanced quickly out of the window,noticing that the light of the sun that had first penetrated the room,at that moment had been obscured by gray and imposing clouds.

Bringing his arms behind his back and joining his hands together,Haytham returned to look at the female Templar with discreet,cold eyes as he cleared his throat a couple of times before uttering  words:

“Technically no.I just wanted to inform you of something” he said in a monotonous and polite voice,a bitter smile that suddenly made him smile.The young woman frowned in confusion,stepping forward and making herself closer to the man.

“And what would this thing be,may I ask?” she urged him with a slightly urgent tone,as she looked at the man’s eyes,which sparkled with a gleam that she could not make out.

“Shay has just returned from his mission.He told me personally that he wants to see you and that he has some important things to tell you” he informed her in a high,authoritative voice,while Y/n’s eyes and mouth widened in surprise at what she had just heard.

It had been more than a week since Shay had been missing from Fort Arsenal because of a mission,and never before had the young woman missed him that much.

And the Grand Master,seeing and noting the emotion of her,could not but suppress a satisfied smile;gently putting a hand on the girl’s shoulder in such a way as to attract her attention,he looked intently into her eyes before murmuring:

“I would not let him wait” Haytham whispered in a low voice,lightly pushing Y/n by the shoulder,urging her to go to her beloved.

So,taken by too much excitement that made her heart beat strongly in her chest,the happiness that made her eyes shine with tears and with the emotion that only increased more and more when she approached the place where she would find him,soon she came to the door of Shay’s room.She stopped for a few seconds and carefully put an ear to the door,so that she could hear noises or sounds:but what she heard was only a silence to say the least religious,interrupted only by the light singing of the birds outside in the garden.

Opening and closing the door as quietly as possible,she quickly entered the room,and then started looking around attentively:and when her e/c eyes rested on a figure very familiar to her,she stopped to breathe for seconds that seemed eternally endless.The Templar,who had his hands heavily resting on a long wooden desk and whose face was lowered on a couple of cards beneath him,seemed not to notice the new presence in his room.

“Shay?” Y/n called his name in an almost imperceptible whisper,but that only the ex Assassin managed to hear;joining the sheets of paper scattered on the table after looking over his shoulder,he turned away from the other side,smiling with a ghost of smile to his beloved who,not minding a strange feeling that grew in her when she saw him,ran against him.Squeezing him in a strong and warm embrace,she deteached away from him and then take time to look at his face with admirable eyes.

“Hello there,little dove” he greeted her,reluctantly passing an arm around her waist as he attracted her more to himself,and she felt the comfort that only him could give her,when he spoke with his accent that so much Y/n adored

.He had to be convincing,he didn’t have to make her suspect anything.

She gave him one of her beautiful and unique smiles,while she began to caress his cheek with affectionate gestures and delicate touches.

“How’re you?Did the mission go well in these weeks?” she began to ask with pure and genuine curiosity,making her eyes wander along his body,tracing the scars on his face with her fingers,his rough stubble lightly scratching her palm.

“Actually,I have not moved from New York even for a day” Shay said in a neutral,monotonous voice,his look suddenly dark and serious and which made Y/n worry,frowning in an upset way,looking at him in a confused way.

“What do you mean?Haytham told me…” her question was quickly interrupted by the Templar who,frantically detaching himself from her,looked at her from above with smatterer and smarmed eyes.

“Master Kenway said it on purpose to make you come here” he explained in a serious and authoritative voice,looking at her intensely once more before turning and walking back to the desk.

But Y/n,with the heart beating strongly and whispering to her that something,that strange presentiment was true,swallowed noisily the lump that had formed in her throat,before speaking:

“And why didn’t I know about this,while only lies were told to me?” the young woman asked again,that time in a decisive and serious tone,as she carefully watched Shay adjust the sheets of paper over the table.

“I demand an answer,Shay” she proclaimed in an decisive tone and,when she saw that he didn’t answer her,continuing to deal with those yellowed papers,she walked with noisy and quick steps towards the desk next to him.

And she was almost tremendously frightened when,with a quick and violent gesture of his hand,the Templar threw the sheets in front of her so badly:and then her,with shaking hands and slow movements,took those papers in her hands;and when she began to read;when she saw and recognized those phrases,when she recognized the symbol of the Assassins,when she recognized her own writing and when she recognized those that were letters that herself had written,she was about to fall on her knees and burst into tears.

It seemed like the whole world,her reality,all of her life until in that moment fell heavily on her when;raising some e/c watery eyes on her lover,she saw how he looked at her:he looked at her in a cold and sharp way like a thousand blades,he looked at her with commiseration and pity,almost as if she were an animal about to die,looking at her suspiciously and seriously,as he had never done before.

An inhuman silence,to say at leastembraced them in a cold grasp,while the atmosphere and the air around the two was chilling,palpable.The same silence that was suddenly interrupted by Shay:

“Apparently,I have been told lies too,” he murmured in a mellifluos voice,looking at the young woman with a soft smile on his lips while,bending slightly,he pushed two well-known weapons out of a drawer of his desk:hidden blades,the legendary,faithful and century-old weapons of the Assassins;her hidden blades that she had always hidden,the same hidden blades that,at that moment,she wanted to destroy and that in their sight her heart stopped to beat.

“And I pretend answers to all this,” the Templar contiued,repeating in a bitterly mocking way her words,while he looked at her coldly and while waiting for her to say,to explain something to him:but from her he obtained nothing but silence;not single sentence,not a single word,Y/n succeeded in pronouncing which,silently enclosed while being brutally slapped by reality,eead absently the letters she had written to the Assassins.

Y/n was actually an Assassin who,pretending to be a Templar and working alongside the Grand Master and Shay for a long time,brought information to the Brotherhood.But at that time,in this long years the young woman made a mistake,a single but a beautiful mistake:she fell in love with Shay.

“SPEAK!” he suddenly shouted out with a load of anger and fury,his hoarse,scratchy voice and glowering look as he picked up the armband of her hidden blades and moved it in front of her face,then slammed it roughly over the table.

“You aren’t worthy to touch those blades!” Y/n exclaimed with the same fury,quickly breaking away from the desk and snatching her weapons from his hands.But the Templar,in her voice,could make out a slight tremor and in her e/c, that he had loved so much,a faint glimmer.

“I’m the only one who is,between us!” the young man retorted with a higher voice,hitting with a quick gesture of the wrist the hidden blades that,still,he wore on his forearms and consequently backing the Assassin some steps back,who looked at him in amazement;and her,while her look changed to a sad one and the flame in her eyes went out,she squeezed her hands in two fists until the knuckles became withe for the restrained force,before pulling a tired sigh.

“Shay,if you let me explain,you…” her low murmur was promptly interrupted by the umpteenth time from Shay’s voice.

“NO!What I discovered,everything that you have concealed from me,all those lies you told me were enough to make me understand that I was stupid in believing you,and a deluded in falling in love with you!” the young man shouted again with an authoritative,angry and furious tone,his voice scratched and hoarse,shouts leaving his mouth,echoes shattering against the wall like glass;his eyes,which had become dark and uncluttered,were now veiled,but a light that Y/n could not recognize was faintly glowing inside them:but that light,that glimpse that appeared only and exclusively when he looked at her,was sadness and disappointment.

And her heart was stabbed fervently and brutally hundreds of times,when she heard the cold,painful but also truthful words of him.And she found herself,once and for all,confronting the harsh reality and the destructive awareness that among them,now,there was nothing but a long and deep abyss and that never ever she would have been able to jump.At least,what was she expected?That he would pretend nothing and that he would closed an eye on those who,for years,were lies;that he woud pulled her to himself and held her in one of his only hugs;that he would have still considered her as his companion,as his loyal and honest friend,as his confidant but above all like his love?

“I trusted you” he muttered under his breath,incredulous,his voice filled with disbelief whenever his brown eyes rested on those letters.

“I might have betrayed the Order,but I could never…” and once again,her pleading whisper was suddenly interrupted by Shay who,whirling towards her,lightened her with the only use of his sharp look that if it had had the power to kill,the young woman would have already found herself helpless on the ground.

“You betrayed me!You disappointed me!” the young Templar screamed with all the rage,the disappointment,the sadness he felt inside himself.

A chilling silence fell between them for the umpteenth time in that endless winter afternoon;the two looked deeply into each other’s eyes,digging one into the other in the hope of finding a valid and rare reason to cling desperately,to believe in,to return to as before.

Then,suddenly,in the silent,icy room loud knocks at the door resonated for some moments.

“Shay,are you in here with Y/n?” Haytham asked,and his voice came in a muffled sound away from the ears of the two who,almost instinctively,exchanged a quick glance.The young man,trying to make himself feel calm and neutral,came very close to the door and then exclaimed:

“Yes,Master Kenway!I’m sorry,but we have not finished yet” he lied in a proud and determined voice,praying to seem convincing in the ears of the Grand Master.After eternal moments of silence,he heard the muffled voice of the man outside of the door.

“I understand.But hurry,I urgently need to talk to her” and that time it was Shay’s heart to stop,when he heard the familiar sound of a sword being unsheathed by the lining.

And the sense of protection,of affection and of love that he still had for her,took the best out of the sense of hate,sadness,anger and disappointment:so,advancing towards her with fast and plush steps,he arrived a few steps away from her body.

“Shay…” she began in a dejected murmur,but he immediately shushed her up.

“You have to get away.Now,” the young man whispered urgently and hastily,starting to look quickly around for something.But her,stubborn as she was,shook her head strongly.

“No,I won’t move from here to anything in the world.I will suffer the consequences of my actions” Y/n proudly proclaimed with a spark of decision that danced in her big e/c eyes.

“That will be death!Haytham wants to kill you!” Shat exclaimed strongly,trying not to raise his voice,in contrast to the irrepressible desire that he had inside of shouting to slash his throat.The Assassin widened her eyes in a shocked and astonished expression after understanding,but she continued to stay steady and silent in the middle of the room,while the young man ran to the right and left to collect weapons and other objects in a silk bag.

Gently but quickly putting both hands on her arms,Shay shook her slightly so that she would come out of that thoughtful state,catching her attention,his brown eyes wandering all over her face.

“You have to go away,Y/n,as soon as possible.Go ahead,run as much as you can.Go away,never come back here” he uttered in a quick,authoritative and subdued tone,looking straight into her eyes while she was busy scrutinize every detail of his face in a careful and intense way,almost afraid of forgetting how her beloved resembled.

“Understood?!” the guy exclaimed again,shaking her again and standing in front of her until she nodded;he headed for the window and opened it,looking out to check that there was no one outside.

Taking her vehemently by the arm,he pushed her towards the window,giving her the sack where he had put all the necessary things for her.The young woman was about to jump out of the window,but she slowly turned back to look at her beloved while from the corners of the her eyes began to finally come out the tears that,quickly,streaked the flushed cheeks

“I-I don’t want to leave you,Shay…” Y/n stammered,repressing the sobs that ran through her body placing a hand on her lips.And his heart,his soul cried and he felt a tremendous and lacerating sadness when he saw her cry in an almost desperate and silent way.

“CORMAC!Open this door!” Haytham’s powerful and high voice echoed in endless echoes in that room,frightening the two even more.But the young man could not allow her to be killed for a reason that him,too,had committed years ago;still in front of her while the knocks at the door of the Grand Master were only increasing,he looked into her eyes.

“You have to go away,don’t waste time!” Shay said,pretending to be angry,but in his voice she could clearly distinguish what was emotion and sadness:the unparalleled,profound and pure sadness of letting go of someone he loved.

“If you stay here Haytham will not hesitate to tear you apart!Run away and never come back!” the young man exclaimed again,his voice sounded too desperate above all in his own ears.He looked at the watery and e/c eyes of her with a pleading look,even pained and tired,trying to make her think in every way that he was capable of.

So they fell for the last time in silence,if had it not been for the persistent knocking on the door of Hytham who,shouting slightly and strongly hitting the wood of the door,ordered Shay to open it.

“Will you ever be able to forgive me?” she suddenly asked,with a trembling voice,the hope that shone in her eyes again,the sadness and a sense of futility that took the form of heavy tears that bathed her cheeks.

But he couldn’t answer,he didn’t want to,he couldn’t find a sentence or just a word to describe what he felt:he felt teased,he felt abandoned like never before,he felt disappointed and felt tremendously betrayed by the person who never would have waited for such a gesture;and the same person who he trusted blindly and with all of himself,the same person with whom he had made love countless times,the same and only person who,at that moment,looked at him sadly.

And taken by an irrepressible and powerful desire that made escape the last doubts in a violent wave of nolstagia,Shay took Y/n’s face tightly in his gloved hands and vehemently pressed his rough lips over the fleshy and smooth ones of the young woman who,taken aback,remained helpless and firm.But almost immediately her lips began to move quickly on those of him,thus joining in a last,loving and passionate kiss.

Shay,albeit with all his displeasure,broke off slowly and reluctantly from the kiss to press his forehead with hers,before narrowing his eyes and sighing heavily.

“Mo chuisle mo chroí…” he whispered on the young woman’s lips,more talking to himself in a low and slightly shaky voice,as he looked at her one last time in the eyes and then quickly pushed her towards the window.

“Go” he said in a deep,hoarse tone,pointing to her with a nod of the head of a hay cart under the window,in which her,after looking at him in his brown eyes,fell silently.

And while Shay saw her running from over the balcony of his room at Fort Arsenal,Y/n wondered if that long,passionate and lovingly kiss they hurriedly and greedily exchanged meant something:was it a kiss of goodbye?Or was it a kiss which contained something deeper,more intimate and genuine?

But that kiss was an answer,the answer to her question,and there was nothing or anyone who could deny it.They would meet again,one day.They would be reconciled,they would start a new life together away from everything and everyone.They would have lovd each other for once again.

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°*TrAnSlAtIoNs!°*

*”Mo chuisle mo chroí”= The pulse of my heart.

#shay patrick cormac #or as I like to call him #THE TRAITOR #shay cormac #shay cormac x reader #shay cormac imagine #assassin's creed rogue #assassin's creed one shot #templar scum #just kidding #no I am not kidding #templars #assassins

[lily-of-the-eyrie]

💭 Monro/Gist HCs

Yeah ok so Tumblr’s tag limit isn’t big enough to hold my ambition and cropped out some of my rambling, meaning I have been forced to finally consider using a text post to house my HCs rather than solely relying on the tag allotments of my images

So here I am

Some more of what it says on the tin:

The Colonel is a light sleeper, but he sleeps more soundly leaning against Gist (which only happens if they’re out in the field and regular sleeping arrangements are a distant dream). To the Colonel’s credit, he claims that it was, indeed, comfortable.

Gist has the honour of being the Colonel’s oldest friend and closest ally in the colonies, and true to this, he seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to telling if something is bothering the man. He wouldn’t force the issue immediately—the Colonel innately dislikes being fussed over—and trusts the older Templar enough to ask for his help when he feels it’s the right time to. Still, this isn’t a foolproof method, and Gist sees the Colonel indulging in his habit of clearly trying to take on more than he can manage, he will interfere.

Gist is loud, and the Colonel likes that the way it is. When it comes to dispositions, the Colonel tends to...mull over the gloomier stuff when things get dark (a lot of thinking does that to you), but when in comes Gist with his voice like the summer sun, it’s hard to keep brooding for long.

The Colonel never fails to gently chastise Gist when he’s being too rowdy, and, to be honest, Gist doesn’t mind. It’s his way of moderating his more...destructive side, and he knows it. It could be that he was being overly enthusiastic about starting a fight, or that he was being too attached to his drink—if he feels the Colonel tugging at his lead, he listens and gives way.

Still, Gist does love a good banter, and the Colonel isn’t about to change that. Monro probably responds to most of his cheekiness by inwardly rolling his eyes, but sometimes Gist catches him from just the right angle, and the Colonel for all his calm couldn’t resist chuckling at his sass. That never gets old.

Throughout 1757, after the Colonel decided he was going to try spare Shay’s life by advocating for letting him join the Order, he sometimes has doubts about whether the ex-Assassin could really change—if Shay discovers that he’s a Templar, would he still be so friendly with him? (After all, his Brotherhood had killed Finnegan Jr., who had also tried to be good but was unfortunately still a Templar—a fact that Johnson and his anti-Assassin crew would never let him forget) Gist, though, had no such doubts; he’d been right by his Captain’s side for the whole year long, and knew with complete certainty that if ever the Colonel found himself in danger, Shay would come running to him right away, allegiances be damned. Gist’s intuition is barely every wrong, and he assures the Colonel he can bet his life on it.  (Gist wore the most smug “I told you so” face for a few days after Fort William Henry, and the Colonel can’t quite say he found it the slightest bit annoying)

After the raid at Albany and the Colonel’s funeral, Gist had to admit he feels a bit...off-balance. With Monro no longer around to rein in his less sympathetic urges, he feels it’s once again easy to get lost. Of course, he couldn’t quite lose his grip on things when he still has his Captain to serve (a full Templar now, look at him), but when Shay feels uneasy about having to kill Adéwalé, a good man in a war that had killed so very many good men, he feels a little bad about immediately framing it as a necessary evil—and for slipping down that vengeful slope so effortlessly. In their kind of war, it’s hard not to wind up feeling bitter.

#⟪Headcanon Hour 💭⟫ #⟪✠ The Virginian Rite ✠⟫ #⟪✠ Honour and Loyalty ✠⟫ #...yeaaah ok that got a bit dark at the end but #all in all Rogue is a total tragedy so honestly is anyone surprised 😂 #but ok my point is that these two had been through a /lot/ of shit and they fought their way through it /together/ #and das hot

[harveywritings92]

You save them/they save you 2: Shay, Malik, Altair

Malik Set years before Solomon's temple : It was an embarrassing on both sides it was also how they met! he was being chased at night by some stubborn Templar's when he stumbled into an open window where a very pretty woman was getting read for bed, they stared at each other for a few moments unsure of what the other was doing there..."What's your name?" he blurted out as the woman blinked unsure. "Uh..y-Y/n." she stammered as Malik started taking his robes off.

 "Well Y/n I'm going to need you to take your clothes off..." He said much to Y/n's mortification. "Wh-" the assassin cut her off. "I won't do anything I just need you to trust me." he whipped his head toward her window those voices were getting closer...  Y/n swallowed and reluctantly did as she was told. 

When the guard poked his head into the Y/n's window he was met with a couple getting intimate the woman noticed the guard and gasped in horror before her assumed husband whipped his head around to see what scared her. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Malik snarled at the peeper who stuttered out a flurry of apologies before leaving them.

 "The damn bastard got away!" the guard yelled to his companions before leaving the area, Malik sighed then looked down at Y/n who averted her eyes from him, The assassin got off her and started getting dressed. "Sorry...And Thank-you." He said before taking off into the night leaving Y/n wondering if she'll see him again.  

How he saves you: Y/n was being followed she knew was being followed she started walking into alleys taking sharp turns and exiting into crowed areas but this stalker was persistent... she knew he was going catch her eventually do god knows what to her! Entered another alley noticing a second pair of eyes on her from above that were keeping in pace and steady eye on her unwanted guest. 

Y/n was going to try and lose him in another maze of alleys when an arm yanked her into a niche, she was going to scream when she saw the dark blue over coat and white robes "Mal-" She cut off by him suddenly kissing her and wrapping his arm around her waist, while Y/n was stunned she responded to him.

 Malik opened his eyes under his hood and shot a glare behind the y/ht woman at her stalker who flinched under the taller man's gaze before noticing the sword on his waist and took of running, Malik pulled away smirked feeling proud that he still had an intimidating presence and that made his girlfriend weak in the knees.  

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Shay: He was being chased by bounty hunters one of them managed to shoot him in the side, so he was pretty bad shape when he stubble into the undertaker's home, shocking the hell out of Y/n. "Shay?!" she said stunned restocking the incense burners, she pulled him away from the door as Shay "I need to get out of sight lass." he hissed in pain as the y/ht woman heard men outside looking for the Irishman, thinking fast Y/n brought him down into the room where they store and prepare the bodies for funerals and laid Shay down in a coffin.

"Sorry this is the place I can think of." she said wincing noticing his bleeding side. "It's fine just get rid of them." He grimaced from the stench of death and embalming fluids as Y/n closed the lid, just as her front was pounded on... What the templar didn't see was Y/n examining the blood drops leading to the coffin, She covered this up by cutting her hand with one of her father's tools making it bleed heavily and put the bloody tool on the coffin lid, and following Shay's trail to the frontdoor. 

Shay held his breath as he heard Y/n muffled voice followed by a few men he heard steps wandering around the building. "Guh, what a stench!" one man grimaced as they walked into the morgue. "Well what did you expect? for it to smell like a rose garden?" the y/nat woman sassed as the men gagged trying not to look at the bodies that weren't covered as she pointed at the bloody tray and scalpel. 

"See? Like I told you I was cleaning my father's tools when you brutes started pounding at my door!" she hissed holding a cloth to her hand. The men apologized and left obviously not wanting to spend another minute near the dead or with the creepy undertaker's daughter, Y/n sighed and opened the coffin Shay was hiding in luckily her father had returned from a funeral and patched to two of them up, Shay thanked by giving her bandaged hand a kiss and disappearing into the night.

How he saves you: "Y/n you've taken the cake this time..." she huffed to no-one in particular as two native men eyed her curiously, she saw the natives getting rounded up into two groups one for adults and the second group was just made up of children as these redcoats were loading them into carriages, Y/n silently stepped in she managed to free the kids but was caught when she went to free the adults.

"Shut-up back there!" a redcoat guard snarled as another slammed the butt of his rifle against the carriage bars, causing her to glare at them. "Why did you try to help us?" one of the captives asked the y/nat winced holding her bleeding side. "Because no one else would, this was your home long before we came around..." she said keeping her voice and breathing steady, as she was sitting in the back of that redcoat carriage bleeding out.

Y/n's mind slowly wondered to Shay would she see him again? probably not... she's lost a lot blood, Y/n wanted to laugh bitterly as a stray tear fell down her cheek as she thought about their short time together one of the natives looked at her sympathetically he hesitantly took her free hand held it, well at least the children got away so her efforts aren't completely in vain ...She never even got to chance to tell Shay she loved him.

Suddenly there was commotion the cart suddenly stopped as the soldiers surrounding it started rushing around panicking! Blades were swung and guns were going off Something or someone was taking them out, one of the native's cautiously stood up to see what was going on, as it had suddenly got quiet. "The guards... They're all dead!" he said causing a few other's to check to see, as someone was coming around the side...

Everyone sort of huddled together as the cage door was unlocked and yanked open to reveal Shay the natives bolted as soon as the door save for the one that comforted Y/n he helped Shay get her off the cart. "Thank you." he said to Y/n before joining the others while Shay got the y/ht woman tended to... Then yelled at her taking off on her own like that!

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Altair:He was knocked into the water by one of the guards, You were on a small fishing boat tending to the nets when you saw the arrogant Altair get thrown into the water, you snorted thinking that will that the wind from his sails. (Let's just say you and him have a history.) but then he didn't come back up... You started panicking and jumped in and swam to where you last saw him. 

You dove underwater he wasn't that hard to find his white robe were bright in contrast to the dark blue sea! You took a big gulp of air when you broke to the surface and dragged Altair to the shore you rolled him onto his back, and  placed your head on his chest and cussed not hearing a heartbeat, You pull yourself on to his waist and started to try and revive him by giving him a nice punch to the sternum, Altair jolted and started coughing up water, You climbed off and let him roll onto his side when he threw up more and caught his breath.

He eventually managed to breath he rolled over and looked looked at you with an unreadable expression, probably confused why you would rescue him of all people after the way he treated you. "You're welcome..."you huffed before getting up to leave only for Altair to pull himself up looked over a stall selling scarves and shawls and took one (the person running it ran when the guards came) and silently covered you with it. "Hard to thank woman with no modesty.." he grumbled keeping his eyes focused somewhere else, your furrowed wondering what he meant by that? you looked down to see your clothes were completely see through! Needles to say it was tense walk home.

How he saves you: Somehow the Templars found out your family was in the assassin order and started targeting you! of course you didn't know this as you had left the brotherhood intending to live a normal life, So being woken up in the middle of the night by an armored man with a sword to your neck was the last thing you'd see!

Your old training kicked in and you managed to dodge out of the way from the blade coming down on your chest! Before he could raise his bade again something hit him in the back and he collapsed in a heap as a almost feral looking Altair holding his crossbow, stepped out from the shadows covered in blood splatter as his eyes roamed your body checking for injuries. "What's going on-" the assassin cut you off. "There's more coming we have to go." he hissed grabbing your hand as he led you through the house which had bodies laying along the premise, more were outside... Altair really went into overkill with them.

You swallowed hard remembering why you left the assassin's in the first place, you didn't have the stomach for it and you certainly didn't want to be raised to be married off like the other women born into the creed, you wanted to experience a life where killing wasn't in the cards... Shame life doesn't work out that way, Altair never let go of you until you were safe in Malik's bureau. 

#assassin's creed x reader #altair ibn la'ahad #malik al sayf #Shay Cormac #Altair xreader #Malik x y/n #Shay Cormac x reader #assassin's creed #Assassin's creed rogue

[storytimefromthecreed]

The Assassins as Roommates: Christmas 2019

“Shoes? They’re wonderful! Many thanks.” Haytham returned to his seat beside Ziio, who’d gotten comfortable in the giant, quilted blanket she’d gotten. Draping it over them, Haytham held her hand beneath the folds, and Ziio leaned against him.

“They’re dancing shoes.” Edward joked, a twinkle in his eye as he gave Connor a shoulder.

“Since the genes seemed have skipped a generation, Father.” Was his grandson’s response, and they broke out in laughter.

“Burn, mate!” Jacob was clutching his sides, Alexios laughing beside him. They’d begun their game of White Elephant in the backyard. There was a chill in the air, snow on the ground, and a gray sky above them; and god were they happy. Ziio had started a bonfire nearby. There were similar set ups scattered around the backyard thanks to Claudia, Aveline, and Elise. Everyone had arrived. From Bayek to Desmond, from Aveline to Adewale, Assassins and Templars from around the world had joined for this time of year. The game was concluding it’s first round, the round where everyone opened the gifts, and was about to begin it’s second round, where the stealing of gifts began. The gift could be stolen only twice, then it was gone forever. Eyes darted as friends became foes, and enemies made truces.

“I’ll get those daggers if you help me get the cowboy hat.” Arno leaned in to Alexios, and Jacob pulled his boyfriend away.

“Aye, no cheating, mate. Besides, Alexios is helping me get Liam’s ropedarts, aren’t you, babe?” Alexios looked between the two and sunk lower in his seat. “Babe?!”

“I’ll have you know I dance wonderfully.” Haytham declared proudly, and looked to Ziio. “Right, dear?” Ziio’s eyes went wide and she looked at Connor, who’d begun laughing anew, clutching Edward for support.

“You dance wonderfully, dear.” Ziio assured loud enough for the other Kenways to hear and gave Haytham a kiss on the cheek to solidify the fact.

“All these relationships,” Altair voiced to Ezio, “Let’s hope the happy couples don’t take anything out on one another. However, I’d love to see what Claudia does to Yusuf.”

“You and I both.” Ezio laughed but then rose a brow. “Though I don’t like the way Maria is looking at you.”

Altair followed his line of sight and gulped. Maria pointed two fingers at her eyes and then back at her husband’s, and Altair, remembering his tardiness at his birthday, felt himself shrinking. “You and I both.”

“Time to steal!” Malik shouted. Those who loved their gifts tried hiding them behind themselves, behind other people, or making them seem uninteresting. Yusuf took Claudia’s hidden blades under his arms and pulled her near.

“I’ll protect you, Claudia.” He declared dramatically, kissing her cheeks and wrapping his scarf around her to protect her from undeserving eyes.

“Yusuf!” She could barely make out between laughing fits. Ezio eyed them, but said nothing. It appeared their relationship was growing on him.

“This spear? Not that great.” Alexios said with an eye roll.

“I can’t stand these hidden blades, if anyone would like a new set.” Shay said.

“Oh, we all know why you don’t want hidden blades.” Liam said under his breath, making Maria laugh.

“What was that?” Shay asked, and Liam looked around.

“Wouldn’t recommend this shield. I will do everyone a favor by hanging on to it.” Phillip sat on his shield, finally at eye level with Adewale.

“If anyone wants to take this axe, then I guess it’s fine.” Demetri leaned against Aveline, his newest crush. “I’ve seen better.” Both Gerard and Liam eyed it.

“Anyone touches my bow, you’re losing a limb.” Aveline secured it behind her back and Demetri nodded.

“I’ll steal from you, you steal it back?” Demetri winked and, for once, Aveline didn’t roll her eyes at him.

“Deal.” Demetri, who was number one, took her bow. Aveline was number three, so all she had to do was wait.

“Already lost one.” Malik grinned, and walked across the circle of gasping faces as he stole it from Demetri.

“The betrayals begin!” Elise shouted and Arno laughed, hushing her.

“Don’t incite a riot already.” He begged.

“Bet you won’t hit ‘em.” Maria yelled and then hid her face behind Altair’s shoulder.

“No!” Altair pulled her into his chest and held her before Malik. “If you’re going to start a fight, don’t come to me to end it! Take her, Malik! Take her!” Maria’s body shook, her mouth open, unable to draw breath from how hard she was laughing, slapping her hands weakly against his chest. Altair tucked her back into his chest, kissing her head and nestling around her. It was comical the way he had to hunch down to compensate for her smallness.

Malik puffed his chest. “Don’t call me Altair’s right hand man for nothing. Besides, I was quite the archer back in the day.”

“When you both arms, you mean?” Altair called from his place in between Maria and Desmond. Both buried their faces in their hands.

Malik snapped, “No, when my eyesight was bett- yes when I had two arms, you jerk!” Both men threw their heads back in laughter. No one understood their humor like they did.

Aveline sputtered, “Malik!” She handed it to him, and Demetri glared.

“You’re making a grave mistake, mon ami.” He said.

“It’ll be decoration for my study.” Malik chuckled, and bowed low. “We were getting a bit too chummy. The best gift of all, is your distress.”

Aveline was next, and she looked at Alexios’s spear. Alexios lost his spear but took Arno’s hookblades. Yusuf took Gerard’s dinosaur onesie. Gerard was happy to see it go and stole Phillip’s shield. Kassandra stole Adewale’s sweater.

“How will I fight if I’m freezing?” She explained, getting into it. “I’ve never lived anywhere this cold.”

“Kassandra,” Alexios now rethinking his gift groaned, “Switch with me.”

“I told you to bring your jacket!” Jacob removed his own and threw it over Alexios, wrapping him up in his arms.

Evie was fine with her jacket, and Henry took Jacob’s Captain’s hat. “Mate!” Jacob frowned.

“I’m the captain now.” Henry winked, placing it expertly on his head. Evie stuck a tongue at her brother.

Once everything was stolen, the scene looked a little like this. Elise spun nerf guns, Arno tilted a cowboy hat, Connor held the wanted axe. Edward stole the Captain’s hat and left Henry with a scarf. Ezio took the shield, Phillip a giant nerf gun, Demetri shoes, Gerard throwing knives. Alexios ended up with a belt, Maria a coat, Desmond a hood. Altair lost his mind when he saw him wear it, and Ezio cried real tears. Yusuf won a globe, Claudia new hidden blades, Bayek a watch, Aya a helmet. Finally, Shay a book, and Liam dual cutlasses.

The fight began as it did every year, with the frustrations of the past hour pushing them to pick targets. Connor ran after Haytham, per his tradition, and this year was aided with Adewale and Edward. Shay and Maria were mid-duel. Maria span, tricking Shay into loosening the hold on his sword and then elbowed him in the ribcage, straightened her arm, and held him at swordpoint. Scooping at handful of snow, Shay flung it at her face and Maria backed away to clear her vision.

Liam tackled Shay before he could smirk, and the two wrestled in a snowbank. Once vision was returned to Maria, she joined. Shay and Liam rolled into a standing position and were standing in front of one another. Maria ran, leapt, and used her shoulder to plow into Shay. Liam caught her by the waist before she could fall, and Shay, covered in snow, stared up at his laughing friends, giving high fives at their success.

Arno and Phillip were behind trees shooting each other, and whoever passed, with their nerf guns. Arno got Gerard in the face, but Gerard thought it was Phillip and took after him. “Gerard!” Phillip’s cries resounded the backyard. “Why would I hit you?”

Gerard paused, and eyed the tree Arno was hiding behind. “He went for the face, Gerard!” Arno snickered, calling from the tree he’d claimed as his outpost. Elise had joined him.

“The most sacred tenant is broken!” She called and Phillip, running past from Gerard, hurled a shelf of snow at them.

“Stop inciting riots!” He said, and swore to get back at Arno.

Aveline was in a fort with Desmond when Malik joined and she readied a snowball. But before he could receive it, Malik handed her the bow. “Merry Christmas, friend.” He said, and disappeared, leaving her spluttering.

“That Malik,” Desmond commented with a shake of his head. “What a guy.” He peeked over the fort and threw a snowball. Getting Yusuf at the back, Desmond hid behind the snow and laughed. Peeking out again, snickering at Yusuf’s confused face, Desmond threw another. Yusuf spun around, undoing his blades, and made a circle.

“Claudia?!” He called, “Ezio?!”

When his back was to Desmond, he threw another and ducked again. Aveline muffled her laughter in her sleeves, but Desmond couldn’t. Laughing, he looked over the fort wall once again, and found Yusuf was gone.

“Damn it!” Aveline hissed, her eyes darting side to side.

“He’s not by Liam,” Desmond observed, “not with the Kenways either.”

“Did you check behind you?” Yusuf asked, and the pair spun around. Aveline docked an arrow to her bow and shot a snowball destined for her. Desmond was not so lucky. But hey! The hood was awfully warm and took most of the impact. Yusuf danced off before they could retort.

Haytham and Ziio were behind a tree, Ziio peering around to glare at her son before ducking from the snowballs. “Leave me, dear.” Haytham sighed, “It’s me they want.”

“First, I’m not leaving you. Second, I’m not letting Ratonhkhake:ton best me. God! If only I had,” She eyed the branch above them, and smiled as a plan formulated. “Haytham, can you reach that?” Haytham reached his arm up and grabbed hold of the branch. Ziio instructed he bring it down, and piled it with snow.

Connor, Edward, and Adewale were waiting with bated breath and mischevious grins for Haytham’s hat to appear on the other side of the trees when they heard a whip. Snow, a blanket that filled the air white, was heading straight for them. Edward leapt in front of Connor, screaming, “No! Ratonhnhake:ton, no!” before hitting the earth. Snow hit Adewale’s face and got into his clothes, leaving him speachless from cold.

“How bad is it?” Edward croaked, throwing a hand over his forehead. Connor knelt in the snow beside him, and lowered his hood.

“You did not have to.”

Edward took his hand. “Of course I did.”

Connor smiled a sad smile. Then, Edward closed his eyes, his lips moving. “I can not hear you, Grandfather.” Connor frowned, leaning in.

“I said, I’m leaving you.”

“Please, do not, Grandfather.”

“I must, dear boy.” Edward coughed.

“Please, do not leave me.”

“I will always be with you. For now I must go, because....” He coughed and Connor leaned in closer. “It’s fucking cold as hell, and I’ve got snow in my under trousers.” Connor rolled his eyes and helped Edward up. He pat Connor’s back. “Avenge me, grandson. Also, do you take marshmellows in your hot chocolate?” Connor nodded, “There’s a good lad.” Then Edward went inside.

“Dramatic Kenways!” Malik called, and fought off Kassandra who was trying to steal Altair’s Santa hat. He wanted to wear it!

Evie and Henry were mid battle with Jacob and Alexios. “Freaking Kenways!” Jacob yelled from the other side of the backyard before Henry threw a snowball at him and caught him in the face. “Greenie! What the hell? I thought we were in this together?”

“I’m not a Frye, Jacob!”

“Yes, you are!”

Evie interjected, still fighting Alexios. “Jacob! I took his name! Remember? You were at the wedding!”

Jacob rolled past Henry’s guard and clipped him between the shoulders. Training with Elise and Alexios had really improved his swordsmanship, and he looked betrayed. “I thought there was one fake Frye in this backyard. Turns out there’s two.”

“Do you take French Fryes?” Demetri called, leaping over Malik’s shoulders and landing in a somersault bringing their duel to a halt as he ran through. Claudia and Desmond were hot on his trail.

Ziio and Haytham were still high fiving, celebrating their victory. Connor shook his head and threw on his hood. Haytham grinned, and Ziio formed a ‘L’ with her thumb and finger. “It seems I have lost both parents in this battle.” Connor glared, and his mother dropped her smile.

“What was that, Ratonhnhake:ton?”

Connor’s heart fell and he put his hands up. “Mother, I was joking. It was a joke.” Ziio emerged from the trees, and Adewale backed away.

Connor looked between Adewale and Haytham. “Ziio, maybe we should-” But she shot him such a look, Connor understood why he closed his mouth. Connor bolted. Aya, who was wrestling Bayek for his fort, saw this and took after with Ziio. Aveline joined them, always did love beating up on Connor.

“Greenie! After all we’ve been through?” Jacob sparred Henry, but Evie ducked under his arm and came to stop the blow. “Evie!”

Evie circled his sword, causing him to almost drop it, but Alexios took his boyfriend behind him and battled both. “Got your back, baby.”  

“I’m both embarrassed and turned on.” Jacob grinned, and Henry dropped his sword.

“Hand to hand?” He offered, and Jacob tossed his sword, readying his fists.

“This I can do. Love ya, Greenie!”

“Arno, you bastardo!” Ezio yelled, tossing snow over his shoulder but without a good eye on his target, it was just for show.

“Mon ami, admit you were wrong!” Arno yelled back.

“You overseasoned! I will not lie to aid your delusions!” Foam bullets pelted the tree. “Stop hiding, coward! Face me!” Ezio called over his shoulder. Arno was pinning him against the far side of the backyard, and if he didn’t break from this then he’d be taken out by Yusuf and Kassandra who rolling tree to tree and getting closer.

A rustling at his side made him jump, and Maria landed beside him. “Which one do you want?”

“Yusuf.”

“They’ll be expecting you to take him, so I’ll rush Yusuf first, then switch to the Spartan.”

“All well, Maria, but how are we going to get past their shooter?”

Maria smirked then formed a gun with her fingers, and blew on it. “I’ve got shooters of my own.” As if on cue, the shooting stopped as Arno was contending with Phillip. Demetri, you see, had been creating the pretense that he was Phillip poorly shooting at Arno while the real Phillip sneaked to Arno’s side and was now exacting his revenge on him. They didn’t call him the Shadow for nothing. Phillip truly was a ghost, his ability to disappear made him a great asset.

Confused over the sudden stop of their cover, Yusuf and Kassandra readied themselves for anything. Maria and Ezio charged.

Desmond, Claudia, and Elise were fighting Liam, Shay, and Bayek. “Keep you stance open, Desmond.” Bayek coached, and Desmond did as instructed.

“You’re on our side!” Shay tossed snow in the air as a cover for Liam, who ran through and landed in between Elise and Claudia. Not taken by surprise, Claudia circled around him and placed herself between him and Elise. With a swift kick, she pushed him to his side. Elise rolled over her back and landed with a kick of snow, blinding him.

“I’m on everyone’s side!” Bayek laughed, dueling Desmond who jumped and spun, catching him on the forearms. Bayek pushed him back, and congratulated him. “Beautifully done, Desmond. Keep your back low when you land. Don’t want to become a target yourself.”

“Thanks, Bayek.” Desmond smiled.

“Who wants to trade for Bayek? Connor? Altair? Anyone!” Shay called to anyone who would listen. He was trying to get to Liam, but Claudia and Elise were keeping him at bay.

“It’s only a game, Shay.”

“Don’t say that too loudly.” Aya leapt into Bayek’s arms, and he dropped his sword to spin her around. It landed with a tiny crunch in the snow.

“Ready to go inside?” He carried her easily, and she rolled from his hold. “I find myself longing for hot chocolate by the fireplace.”

“After this one battle, promise.” Leaving him with a kiss on his cheek, Bayek fondly watched her run off. “She always says that.” He said dreamily.

Desmond clapped his back. “I wouldn’t mind heading in myself.”

“Would you like me to carry you?” Desmond thought about it a moment, and then nodded. Scooping him up, they went inside.

“What’s wrong with Desmond? Is he hurt?” Altair cried, kicking back Alexios.

“Desmond’s hurt?” Ezio sparred Kassandra, ignoring the snow pelting him.

“He’s just being funny.” Maria sighed, stopping her duel against Yusuf to adjust Altair’s Santa hat. Ezio and Altair nodded, but kept a sharp eye on Desmond.

Tried of his antics, Claudia fell Shay by lowering herself in the snow and kicking a leg at his shin. Liam, seeing his fellow fighters were ended, accepted the snowball to the face.

The battle raged until their fingers, toes, ears, and noses were pink, cold, and running. Edward had hot chocolate ready when they came inside. Connor threw a blanket over his parents, nestling in with his father on one side and Aveline on the other. Aya sat beside Ziio and showed her how to care for her new hidden blades. Elise, Aveline, and Phillip were laughing and giggling, their conversation flowing from English to French and back again. Demetri sat gazing at Aveline. Arno and Ezio were with Desmond, under their own blanket, going back and front on sports. Jacob and Alexios with Altair and Maria were taking pictures under the mistletoe, interchanging couples and striking silly poses. Alexios lifted Altair, and Altair threw a hand to his forehead, swooning. Seeing this, Adewale and Yusuf joined them. He lifted Yusuf in the same manner.

Henry gave a cup to Malik, deep in conversation of the Creed with Evie and Shay. Liam was congratulating Kassandra and Claudia in battle, then asked for lessons.  The sun had fallen and their spirits were never higher. It was a wonderful Christmas indeed.

#AssassinsAsRoommates #Altair Ibn La'Ahad #malik al sayf #maria thorpe #ezio auditore #yusuf tazim #Claudia Auditore #edward kenway #Adewale #haytham kenway #ziio #connor kenway #Arno Victor Dorian #elise de la serre #Aveline de Grandpre #Gerard #Demetrí #phillip #shay patrick cormac #liam o'brien #alexios of sparta #kassandra of sparta #evie frye #jacob frye #Henry Green #bayek of siwa #aya of alexandria #Desmond Miles #my writing #Assassin's Creed

[pluma-azurea]

♬ See the Templar boys tonight, live at the Green Dragon! ♬

Featuring: ・Monro (vocals) ・Shay (fiddle) ・Gist (bouzouki) ・Haytham (piano) ・Lee (violin) ・Johnson (tin whistle) ・Hickey (accordion) ・Pitcairn (pipes)

Here’s an expansion of that musical HCs post from a while ago, now with a literal Templar boyband! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ✠♪ 

[PS. Shout out to these wonderful NPCs at the taverns for serving as the unwitting inspiration and reference, and all the songs in this playlist for fueling my imagination 🌈]

A rundown of the whole group below:

Monro ・has the voice of an angel #blatant_bias  ・can lull you to sleep or get your feet a-tappin’ with equal efficacy ・does a bit of piano too, though he worries his skills are getting rusty lately

Shay ・very playful with the way he fiddles ・stirs people off their seats and up into a dance every time ・will start a shanty if there are enough Morrigan crew members in the tavern

Gist ・life of the party—likes to banter with the audience ・most likely to start a commentary (of varying relevance) in between songs  ・can sing seriously, but if you let him do it off-stage you might end up with this

Haytham ・more concert hall material than street pub player, but can do either if you ask ・usually plays with Lee (though he seems to tag with Shay a lot recently) ・claims he doesn’t sing, but you can try get Lee to spill the real beans on that

Lee ・Haytham’s assistant, follows him everywhere carrying anything he needs ・isn’t happy about Shay hogging Haytham’s time because how dare he >:v ・plays to his dogs a lot, and seems to really enjoy it (maybe a bit too much)

Johnson ・usually just in the tavern to watch, but doesn’t mind joining in if called for ・and he gets called a lot, because flutes are never not welcome ・is studying Native American flutes, but doesn’t want anyone to hear him yet

Hickey ・actually a skilled accordionist, even when drunk (which is most of the time) ・capable of singing, except the words are almost always raunchy and filthy ・will start playing the most jangled shit you’ve ever heard if you annoy him

Pitcairn ・usually spotted piping away on a hill outside town ・really protective about his pipes, gets skittish if someone tries to touch them ・will absolutely refuse to sing probably sounds really cute tho 

#assassin's creed rogue #shay patrick cormac #george monro (acrg) #christopher gist (acrg) #william johnson (ac3) #thomas hickey (ac3) #john pitcairn (ac3) #charles lee (ac3) #haytham kenway

[rogaire-a]

Also full offense but humans are allowed to react the way they fucking want to their trauma. Some people might turn angry, some people might chose to ‘ hide ‘ their emotions, but that doesn’t make them any different than any human being.

Shay is angry, Shay is so fucking angry, what he went through at Lisbon left him with huge emotional scars. He had every right to react the way he did with Achilles. He wouldn’t have just sat there and ‘ explained it calmly ‘ to his mentor , the mentor who knew this was something who could most likely happen but instead chose to IGNORE IT ( there’s actually a conversation that Achilles has with Adewale at the homestead where Ade tells him that those sites are dangerous, but you see Achilles being more interested at finding the artefacts rather than being worried of the consequences that he might cause with messing with those precursors sites. The mission doesn’t exactly tells you that you have to go there to listen to them, it’s up to you if you want to go to overhear what they’re saying..which I think that’s extremely fucked up because that’s a very important thing to actually miss, tbh. )

After the catastrophe, it would have took him months to arrive to the homestead, so many things could have went through Shay’s head during that time. He had just witnessed a whole city crumble before him, he had just escaped a fucking tsunami ( there’s a hidden rogue audio about this), which he all accidentally caused. He saw all these people die, and he knew it was his fault. We don’t really see Shay’s state after Lisbon, tho there also hidden audios where some sailors discute about the Captain ( Shay ) being nowhere to be seen and him hiding in his own cabin for all the journey to the colonies, so we can only imagine his state. Anyway, he finally arrives to homestead, absolutely furious towards Achilles, but instead to actually listen to him, the assassins dismiss what he says, and Shay is brought outside so he can ‘cool down ‘

They show no sign that they intend to stop looking for the temples, instead, they just tell Shay that ‘ maybe he just wasn’t fit for the work ‘. Shay probably takes this as a sign that the assassins want to find another temple to confirm what Shay said so they can be sure that they’re really dangerous. ( Es Achilles in the North Atlantic temple at the end of rogue : “ Shay was right.” / Liam: “ What would he know?” / Achilles: “ More than me, apparently. “)

This is the last straw.

Shay decides to steal the manuscript and run away with it. He cannot let this happen again, he might as well sacrifice himself with the manuscript before anyone alse can get their hands on it, and that’s what he decides to do that night at the homestead.

This is the proof that Shay would do anything to protect the life of the innocents, even if this means sacrificing himself in the process.

Shay didn’t join the Templars because he wanted revenge against the assassins, hell, joining the Templars wasn’t even on his mind when he left the assassins, it’s been the colonel George Monro that showed him that he can still do good, no matter what side he’s on and what past lies behind his shoulders. Every man needs a purpose.It’s not his past that defines him, it’s what he’s willing to do in the future.

Shay wants to protect the innocents, and he would be willing to do anything in his power to keep them safe. Even if that means going against his former brothers. He knows that what he’s doing is wrong , he knows that it’s unforgivable, but there’s just no way. The moment the assassins found out he was alive, they immediately started hunting him. Shay never wanted to kill anyone, killing was his last option, but he’s just been given no choice.

The colonial assassins go against everything the creed stood for, they even broke their own code to pursue their goals ( STAY MY BLADE FROM THE FLESH OF THE INNOCENT ) , so yeah, I believe this pretty much shows that no matter what side your on, you’re capable of doing good or bad.

Shay is a fighter in his own way, he follows his own morals , he doesn’t need any ‘ redemption arc ‘ , he’s doesn’t want any kind of revenge, he just wants to do the right thing. Even if that means being seen as a monster in the process.

Shay is a beautifully complicated character and I absolutely love him for it. Because he’s human.

#DOWN THE ANCHOR // OOC #and that’s the tea 🍵 #I could have kept going on but no more brain cells for today #jfhfjf #anyway I love SHAY P. CORMAC SO MUCH #tw: ptsd #tw: suicide mention #tw: trauma #ask to tag / #long post /

[sunsetagain]

I’m Not Part of His Army: Battle of the Plains of Abraham (script only)

中文版剧本

Only a draft of the first page. Click keep reading to view this boring script.

Many thanks to @anqiwaira @sidusphy for French translation.

Happy birthday to my dearest angel Shay Cormac, and remember this is the 259th anniversary of Battle of the Plains of Abraham, during the Siege of Quebec 1759, an event happened between Shay's assassinations of Adewale and Hope Jensen.

This story first came to my mind right after I beat the game almost 4 years ago. Now Shay's birthday made this historic event much more special. I spent months on this comic, searching history, writing script, making storyboard and cover art... But I can’t continue with it, or with Shay anymore. I have to move on.

Thank you for your 4 year companion. I still love you.

I’m Not Part of His Army Battle of the Plains of Abraham

Goreham's Post, Saint Lawrence River Late August, 1759

James Cook is checking a map of Québec. Gist, Haytham, Shay and an officer approach.

Shay: Nice to see you again, Captain Cook. How is it going?

Cook: Exhausted. (Looking at the officer)

Shay: Major Robert Stobo. Captain James Cook of HMS Pembroke. So what happens now?

Cook: Several battles lost, and General Wolfe is suffering from consumption. Winter is coming so we can't last for long. We need to find a weak point, to end this war.

Stobo (Observing the other side of the river): Gentlemen, you are looking for Québec's Achilles' Heel, and it's right in front us. Months ago I escaped from jail, ran away from Québec, descended the Plains of Abraham right at L'Anse-au-Foulon. Under the cliff there is a bank for troops landing.

(Looking at Shay) Then along the river, I headed Louisburg to join General Wolfe's army. It was Captain Cormac who saved me from a French schooner's cannons at Chaleur Bay.

(Shay smiles back)

Cook (using his spyglass): Indeed, the French set pickets along the cliff. But it's not heavily defended. The bank itself is suitable for landing. But how could our troops ascend a cliff like that? It's...at least 170 feet high as I estimate.

Shay: The cliff is not a problem. I can carry a rope ladder and scale that height to blaze a trail.

Haytham: I'll go with you.

(Looking at Haytham, Shay recalls Gist's words "His father was an Assassin" but says nothing)

Haytham: Master Stobo, it was you who found the weak point of Québec, so it would be your mission to report that to General Wolfe. But please do keep it secret, tell him and tell him alone. His strategies were incompatible with those brigadiers recently. The less people know, the more chances we have.

Stobo (nods): Any other intelligence needs me to report to the general?

Shay (takes out a letter from his pocket and hands over): I intercepted this letter days ago, from a French outpost upriver. It was surposed to be delivered to Québec, inform them the convoy fleet of provisions from Batiscan has been canceled.

Stobo (takes the letter): Cross my heart, with all my life I will secure this precious letter to General Wolfe.

(Stobo leaves)

(Since 7th September, General Wolfe launches multiple diversionary attacks around Québec, drawing the French army's attention away from L'Anse-au-Foulon.)

Saint Nicolas, Night of 12th September, 1759

(Shay is looking at the troops on riverbank through Morrigan's window. Stobo steps in the cabin)

Stobo: Captain Cormac, I'm here to bid you farewell. General Wolfe asked me to send an urgent letter to General Amherst at Lake Champlain. I have to go now. It's a shame I can't fight by your side or witness Québec being conquered. But I'm willing to go anywhere they need me... Thank you for everything. Adieu!

(They shake hands before Stobo leaves. Gist comes in with a box when Shay is tying the ropes around his chest)

Gist: Captain, according to reliable sources, tonight under the leadership of Lieutenant Colonel William Howe, we will hinder Bougainville's troops at Cape Rouge, then land at L'Anse-au-Foulon by the ebb. Captain Cook will attend a feint to Beauport.

Shay: All right, Gist. I'll be ready soon.

Gist: It's a special day today, Captain Cormac.

Shay: Indeed, Gist. All our efforts were made for this day, to end this damned war and soothe Colonel Monro's soul.

Gist: Aye, Captain...But I mean, it's also YOUR special day.

Shay (stands in a daze for seconds then turns around and smiles): Ah yes, thank you Gist. I forgot about it...It's truly a meaningful birthday, if you say so.

Gist (places the box on the desk): This is my gift for you. But I think he would love to present it to you as well.

(Shay opens the box and finds Colonel Monro's uniform in it. Without a word, he picks it up and touches those holes burnt by fire, recalls that day he rescued him out of the house, watching his life vanishing, but nothing he could do.)

(Monro: A man needs purpose.)

Shay (with a bitter smile): Many thanks, Gist. It's surely a significant gift.

(Shay takes off the ropes, puts on the uniform and picks up the flag of 35th Regiment of Foot from the bottom of the box, walks out of the cabin towards the riverbank)

Soldiers of 35th Regiment of Foot: Colonel Monro?! No...He...He is Master Cormac! Look! He saved us from Fort William Henry, then from Fort Frederick!

Shay (walks among soldiers): 35th Regiment of Foot, warriors of Colonel Monro! It was fate that assembled all of us here; It is our destiny to face the old enemies. But we hold the result of this battle in our own hands! That General Montcalm who defeated us at Fort William Henry, is now waiting for us behind those walls of Québec. Don't make him disappointed! Keep the Colonel and martyrs in our hearts, and end this war!

Soldiers of 35th Regiment of Foot: Hear! Hear! For Colonel Monro!

Early morning of 13rd September, 1759

(William Howe and James Wolfe lead British army, they board small boats and reach L'Anse-au-Foulon)

French patrol (dicovers the approaching boats): D’où venez-vous ? (where are you from? )

Shay: De France ! (France!)

French patrol: Quel régiment ? (From which regiment? )

Shay: La Marine ! (Marine!)

French patrol: Et pour aller où ? (To where?)

Shay: À Québec, avec des vivres et des munitions ! (To Quebec with provisions!)

Haytham: Silence, un navire anglais approche. (Quiet, an English warship is nearby.)

(No more response)

Haytham: Je suis impressionné, Maître Cormac. (I'm impressed, Master Cormac.)

Shay: Moi de même, Maître Kenway. (As am I, Master Kenway.)

(They begin to scale the cliff and leave hooks on rocks for soldiers along the way. Then the French troops fire from above)

Patrols: Alarm! Enemies came up!

(Shay takes a bullet on his shoulder but he still manages to drag the patrol off the cliff with his rope dart. Haytham fires his gun upward then reloads)

Haytham: Keep moving, Shay! Don't let them call reinforcements! I'll cover you.

(Trying to ignore his pain, Shay climbs up the cliff, binds the rope ladder to a stone and throws the other end off the cliff, before he fights those French soldiers and kills many of them. Captain Louis Du Pont Duchambon de Vergor has been shot on his leg and hand then captured. When Haytham and the others arrive, Shay is bathing in blood, pointing Vergor with his gun)

Plains of Abraham 10 AM, 13rd September, 1759

(The battle begins. Like a ghost of Colonel Monro, riding a horse with the flag of 35th Regiment of Foot, Shay dashes toward Louis-Joseph de Montcalm, pushes him off his own horse. They roll in dust then Shay pins Montcalm on the ground at last, with his gun propping the other's forehead.)

Montcalm: You... You are not George Monro!

Shay: No, I'm just his avenger.

Montcalm: I didn't kill him. He surrendered, and I set him free with his men, his arms and colors. But I can't stop those Indians!

Shay: No you didn't. You just defeated him. So I will let you live, to remember your defeat of this battle. Remember, you've been defeated by 35th Regiment of Foot.

Montcalm: Such loyal subordinate.

Shay: No, I'm not part of his army. As for my loyalty, I do owe him. He saved my life, gave me a second chance...But he lost his own.

(The sadness on Shay's face makes Montcalm laugh, then a gunshot from Haytham makes his laughs into groans. Shay looks back at Haytham with a surprise.)

Haytham: Leave him alone. The battle is won.

13th September 1759, General Wolfe died in the Battle of Plains of Abraham.

14th September, mortally wounded General Montcalm died in Québec city.

18th September, the British army took over Québec.

But the war is not over yet.

(Shay sticks the flag of 35th Regiment of Foot above the wall of Québec, the Templar ring shining on his finger.)

- FIN -

#Assassin's Creed #assassin's creed rogue #shay cormac #shay patrick cormac #fancomic #haytham kenway #James Cook #george monro #christopher gist #robert stobo #Louis Joseph de Montcalm