Shay Patrick Cormac X Templar Assassin! Reader fluff boyXgirl

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"Sir, I have been told that you wanted to see me?" The templar assassin says as he opens the door of his master. --His finely, dark pitched, and mock red coat were aired and pressed properly. The scar on his eye was fading year by year. The thin movement of his scarlet lips moved.-- Haytham Kenway, the master; sat on his grand chair behind the polished desk. Haytham said to him as he signed him to sit down on the quilted chair beyond his perspective; "Ah, yes. I called you for a partner to come. The same rank but--" The master and the assassin were cut off by the door opening again, revealing another assassin, dressed in a f/c hood with a pair of dark pants and black boots. The hood was off to reveal her porcelain face. "You arrived, Y/n. Take a seat." Shay looked behind him and observed the new, female, assassin. Her eyes were fierce but behind them were sad tales. Shay then looked back at his master and asked, "She's my partner...?" Haytham nodded, hands clasped together. Y/n then muttered under her breath, "Under my conditions." Haytham then burst in thought, when the statement has been reminded by saying, "Oh, you are under her conditions, Shay. Perhaps following a bit of her rules will be allowed in your perimeter, no?" Shay gave a scoff and replied with a bit of irritation and stubborness, "But, master, she is only a lady with no further technique than I." Y/n shot up and slapped Shay right in the face, that triggered her, "How dare you?!"

Haytham stood up and settled Y/n down to her seat and gave Shay a sigh of vexation. "Shay, maybe, not all women are combat trained or intelligent to fight. Perhaps learning your mistake now will be remorseful of you." Y/n gave a frown, stood up from her seat, and left by saying to her master, "I must leave, Kenway. I have other miscellaneous meetings in the Bureau. We shall meet on another day." She then left and went off.

Shay crossed his arms and asked, "Why must she be so triggered about what I have said?" His Irish accent echoed, the Kenway placed his hands on the desk, and told him a sad story. "Shay, she is sensitive..." "Too what? She is an Assassin with-- I don't know-- short temperament." Haytham frowned, his eyes darkening. "Y/n arrived the same fate as you, but in other speculations: she is a victim of something dark." Shay took interest and sit there to listen more.

"Her family was murdered by the Assassins, including her older brother. She was just a child. Foster care, abuse, et cetera. She was abused, sexually and physically that she might've been traumatized by your words. Y/n may be a woman, but she is like no other. She has been training hardly, Shay. Perhaps peeking at one of her forearms will lead you to a reason as well."

Shay took aback and felt sorry for his actions. Haytham took notice of this and replied, "You must apologize, Shay. She really is one, lucky, girl we have." Shay nodded and left after taking in his mission.

Reader's POV

One simple thing, Y/n. You messed it up... I exclaimed in my mind. I regret the action I had done. Even the day when I lost my parents. It was always like this, all over, and over, and over again. Like a movie playing again. Fast-forward, I want to skip everything. But I always knew that I had a reason to live. I needed to kill those assassins. Those shadows who killed my family, and my dearest brother.

I walked down the halls and to the streets. Hiding or blending in the crowds. In a distance, I saw the Assassin's Bureau. I quickly sped up my pace and entered my destined area. I saw a few comrades and a leader of the Bureau. "Hi, can I help you?" I smiled and asked, "Do you have any smoke bombs for now? If not, any guns and gunpowder?" The leader paused for a while and brought out his book which was filled with his expenses. He placed his hand on his chin, rubbing it as he searched, he then look back at me and smiled, "Well, we do have the bombs and gunpowder, the stock for the firearms will arrive tomorrow." "Okay then, where is it?" The leader raised his hand and showed me an isle where the bombs were. I thanked him and proceeded.

I scrolled my finger within the shelf to look for the right bomb I could find and afford. And a familiar voice popped at the cashier again, Shay. "I'm looking for Y/n: girl with a f/c hood, she went here for something." The man was concerned about me, but why?--I wondered. The leader then hummed and nodded, "Ah, yes. The girl who asked for gunpowder and bombs, she is right there on the isle, Shay." "Thank you." Shay then proceeded to the isle, but when he arrived, I was gone. Thinking that he was late.

I grinned and headed out to the roofs of the city. Seeing the view would be great for now. Jumping roof to roof, then to the synchronization point. I sat and sighed, knowing that I should reminisce the moments again.

Shay Cormac's POV

"She's gone." I muttered under my breath and headed outside. In seconds of looking at my surroundings, I found Y/n jumping on the roofs, heading to the South, her sillohuette darkened by the sunset on the South-Western. I smiled and headed up to the roofs for a chase.

After a few minutes, her figure has dissappeared. I huffed and looked around again. She was up at a small tower where the sea is beyond her viewpoint. I slowly climbed up at the tower she is and crawled slowly to her place. Y/n sighed and said sarcastically, "I know you're there, Shay. Just back off or I'll push you off this shitty tower." I frowned and sat beside her. I looked away and apologized with a bit of nervousness. "Sorry about-- you know-- awhile ago. I'm just not used to having partners. Especially females."

Y/n looked at me and read my face. As if my scarred face just told her every story in my life. I looked at her and read her e/c eyes as well. Her eyes were gleaming against the sunset. The silent waves of the ocean crashing. We both had a moment of silence, a pause to take a good look of ourselves and our lives. We both blushed and looked away, apologizing.

Y/n opened her pillowy lips to speak out. "So, you have the same past as I, eh?" "Yes, to be precise..." I replied with a small and rare smile. She smiled as well, tears about to flow at the corner of her almond-shaped eyes. She laughed and said, "Haytham told everything, right? About me being a sexual tool?" I looked away, sweat beading on my face. I frowned. This was tough for me to answer, as a man, but it is a choice. "Y-Yeah...Master has told me about the tragic events." She wimpered in response, she couldn't take it.

In this time, there are no psychiatrists yet, the only psychiatrist we have are killing sprees and relaxing adventures. Sigh, for a female assassin like Y/n, she really needs some medication. Not implying that she's crazy, she just needs help.

I looked away, feeling depressed at that moment where she cried. I frowned, afraid to join in --really nervous and afraid that I feel like I was about to shit myself-- so carelessly I hugged her with regret and doubt.

She stopped crying, shocked by my action. The last tear fell on her rosy, pink cheeks, her e/c eyes slowly closing by calmness, and her faint breathing steadied.

In that moment, I fell inlove with her by that regretful moment. I smelled the fresh blossom of palm leaves on her hair, her lavander scent on her coat, and her soft, snow, skin pressing against mine. She was like an angel. An angel who suffers so much in this world and wants to return back to Heaven. Y/n was like that, an Angel.

I broke the hug and stood from my place, Y/n still shock yet silent by the comotion. I bowed and said, "I'm sorry for the action. It just seems that you needed more than a company." She opened her mouth, muttered my name, "Shay..." "I must return to my paperwork." I said after I turned around and walked off.

Fool! Why didn't you stay longer, you asshole?! You're such an idiot. You should've comforted her throughout. Fucking creep. My mind bursted into anger. I frowned and sighed, agreeing with my own conscious. I must leave because she needed some time alone... I replied to my conscious. The conscious of mine has arose from its wonder and thoughts, answering: She needed more than a time alone. Y/n needed to cope what had happened, and company. She has been alone throughout her life. Sigh, dumbass. At that moment of understanding of my mind's annoying statements, I stopped by the edge of the roof --the sunset starting-- thinking, Would it benefit Y/n (and I) if I stayed with her longer at this moment? But the thought trailed off with negativity.

As I was about to jump to the other side of the building, a soft touch appeared in my hand, and a call.

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"Shay, please..."

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That heart-wrenching call of a dying and despondent angel made me feel like-- a deep weight just destroyed my chest, like tears of ultimate pain.

At that very moment, I stopped. My eyes widened as I tried to stay still, awaiting for her next cry.

"Please stay..."

With that line, the sunset rested and the moon shone above us. It was quiet between me and Y/n. For a short pause, I turned around and held her hands, a small smile curled my thin lips, and replied with concern, "I'll stay, for you."

Then on, we stayed, we never let go. It seemed like true love, but it seems like more than that.

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