Fandom: Assassin's Creed

Character: Shay Patrick Cormac

E/C = eye color

Y/N = your name

H/C = hair color

FYI, guys, this is probably my worst work so uh, yeah.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Shay?" You whispered, concern obviously laced with your tone, matching your pleading eyes. Shay sighed before he looked straight into your (E/C) orbs. "(Y/N), I have to do this. Liam is expectin' me, and already has a ship waiting for me," Shay gestured behind to the schooner bobbing in the water. "Shay, what if you get hurt, or….die?" Tears pricked the sides of your eyes as they threatened to fall.

Shay hugged you as his set his chin on your head. "(Y/N), I won't die, but I can't guarantee that I will be safe the entire time," You grabbed his shirt and clung to him as much as humanly possible. "Shay, I'm not ready to say goodbye yet," You mumbled, desperately trying to memorize the way Shay smells, how he looks, and how he feels against your skin. Shay drew in an uneasy breath. "I know, (Y/N), but this is for the best, right?" He asked, letting go of you. Those simple words made you feel like you were just punched in the stomach so many times that you couldn't breathe.

"F- for the better? Shay, how could you? We've been together since we were just 13 and 14! I- I still love you, Shay!" You collapsed on the creaking, dark wood below you. The salty ocean breeze blew strands of your (H/C) hair in front of your face, dancing softly with the wind. The ocean waves crashed against the sand, as the gulls screeched, trying to find food.

"You don't think I still love you too? Lass, I'm 17 for Christ's sake, I want to give us somewhat of a chance out there! This is the opportunity of a lifetime! I can provide enough for us!" Shay yelled as he pleaded for you to understand. "Oh Shay, being like this is enough for me," You stood up, putting one of your hands on his cheek, as tears fell like never before. "(Y/N), I will come back for ya, I promise," Shay said while kissing your hand before walking onto the schooner. "I know," You mumbled, trying to stop the waterfall of tears running down your cheeks.

Soon enough, the schooner departed out to sea, and there was Shay, waving goodbye to you, promising he'd be back soon enough.

He didn't come back in time.

It had been two years, and you were now a Templar. You now knew that Shay had set out to become an Assassin, and wasn't going to be coming back for you. As depressing as it was to know that your lover of now six years would never come back, it was a bit relieving knowing that you wouldn't be waiting until you grew old for him.

"(Y/N), I have another mission for you," Master Kenway said as he finally looked away from his papers, snapping you away from your looming thoughts. "What is it this time, Haytham?" You pondered, waiting for your commander to finally tell you the upcoming mission being assigned to you. "You're going to be intercepting the Assassin trade-off with the multiple gangs around New York tomorrow. I expect you to destroy the cargo and to go unseen." Nothing new, you suppose. Haytham always assigns you these types of missions to keep tabs on the Assassins. "Oh, and be on guard since some of Achilles' best will be out there," "Aye aye, Captain," You fake saluted and you walked out of Haytham's office.

"8:00 A.M exactly. Impressive," You muttered looking at the gangsters beginning to place cargo on a wagon. You took your flintlock and shot the barrel of dynamite not even a few feet away from the cargo. Of course, it exploded, destroying cargo and humans alike. "What happened?!" "A Templar is near, men!" "Get Mistress Hope!" You snickered as the gangsters panicked as you hopped down from the rooftop you were perched on. One after another fell to the ground as you had conveniently shot them all.

Using the ability some people like to call 'Eagle Vision', you found the rest of the cargo under an open shack. "There!" A shout came from a nearby rooftop. Snapping your head to the location of the shout, you saw three Assassins and one lone gangster. "Dammit, he survived the blast," You cursed. By the looks of it, one of the Assassins was a female in a burgundy-purplish dress, while the other two were obviously male, one in brown the other in a bluish-gray uniform.

'Wait a minute-Those eyes, how could I ever forget them? It's him. He's here, Shay is here.' Tears started to blur your vision as you lost your breath. 'After all these years, this is how we reunite? me, a Templar, and him, an Assassin,' You realized that Shay was making eye contact with you, recognition flickering in his eyes. You threw a smoke bomb down and shot the remaining cargo, and left.

'Never again will I let myself act like that. I'm sorry Haytham, but I've failed this mission,'