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His name is Shay Patrick Cormac and he’s a templar of the Colonial Rite. He’s also captain of the Morrigan and also my husband ❤️
2.) what fandom are they from?
He’s from Assassin’s Creed Rogue
3.) where or how did you meet?
We met when we were young and met at Achille’s homestead. He was an assassin at the time and I was more recently inducted in. We trained under Hope and became quick friends.
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I’m basically Shay’s right wing when it comes to missions and sailing the Morrigan (besides Gist anyways)
He can be a dork when in private and if there isn’t any business to attend to.
Sometimes I get called “Shay’s lil’ birdie,” mostly by the grandmaster or other members of the crew. Shay usually comes back with “Don’t let her size fool you. This birdie has talons.”
His public intimate touches are more of a hand on my shoulder or back. He doesn’t want to draw too much attention towards us.
We’re the type of power couple to have a matching sword set.
♡ pairing: making luck, self ship
♡ word count: 1,364
♡ warnings: none
♡ summary: Taylor returns home to find an unexpected turn of events
♡ note: I used the monster mash prompt for @spookyselfship and I had a fun time writing it!
The night was particularly still, not even wind to rustle the trees. The only light Taylor could see was the full moon's light shining down on the streets of New York along with a few lit lanterns. It seemed as she came closer to approaching Fort Arsenal, the fewer people there were. Her sword and dagger dangled by her side, ready for any surprise assassins. By the time she had reached Fort Arsenal's bridge, no civilian was in sight.
Taylor crossed the bridge and made her way into the courtyard. It had only been about a month since she moved into Fort Arsenal with Shay. They became a couple soon after Taylor reunited with Shay after he left the assassin brotherhood. Since then, she has been aiding Shay with his cause. The Templar Order described them as 'The Inseparables,' since they're always together on just about every mission they go on.
Taylor noticed a few loud bangs and clashes when she shuffled up to the door. "What the-," she whispered, ever so hesitant to open the door. Her first thought was that someone came to infiltrate and ransack their home but, they had been doing a horrible job of making it unknown. She pulled her pistol out of its holster and had it at the ready. She gripped the doorknob and slammed the door open, then pointing her gun out into the spacious room.
Within seconds, she noticed the room was empty. Parchment lay sprawled on the desk as well as the floor. There was a shattered flower pot that left water soaking into the floor. Distinct claw marks were on the wood walls. She heard her name being coming from another room in Shay's voice. She let her guard down and searched for him.
Taylor found him hunched over on the floor with his hands balled into a fist. She quickly fell to her knees next to him, asking him in a frantic voice, "Are you okay? What's wrong?" Her eyes shifted over to the side of his face. His ears began to become pointed. She noticed the dog-like canines that had formed when he slightly opened his mouth. "Shay, look at me," she implored. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I don't want you to see me, not like this," he protested. "Its okay, you can show me. You're safe here," Taylor affirmed. He un-balled his fist to reveal claw-like fingernails. He peered up to her face, seeing she was concerned.
"You think I'm a monster, don't you?" he questioned. "You haven't attacked me yet so, no," Taylor answered. "Let me help you up," she stated while reaching out for his hand. He was hesitant but, he placed his hand on hers to help pull himself up. Shay sat on the bed alongside Taylor. "I'm sorry if I shocked you. I guess I have some explaining to do," he admitted. She repositioned herself on the bed to get comfortable; she knew this was going to be a long story.
Shay glanced down at the floor before he peered up at Taylor. It was clear that he was anxious. She blinked at him before she questioned, "So, how long have you been like this?" He grabbed his upper arm, "Well, for as long as I can remember. Not sure why it happens but, I know I'm not like, you know, other werewolves." He lifted an eyebrow at her. "What?" she protested. "You don't seem freaked out," he stated. Taylor tilted her head and paused before replying, "Why would I be freaked out?" Shay gave a small shrug, "You just found out your boyfriend is a supernatural beast." Taylor let out a laugh and gawked into his brown eyes. "That may be true but, it doesn't change the fact that I love you."
Shay let that sink in, giving a half-smile. "I guess I'm just grateful that it only happens once a month or when it comes useful." Many questions still filled Taylor's mind, "What do you mean by when it comes useful?" Shay admired her, leaving him forgetting what they were talking about for a second. "Do you remember ever seeing a large black wolf while out on missions and whatnot?" he asked. She nodded at him. "Well, surprise, it was me." Her eyebrows rose, "that would explain a lot but, then how come your-." Shay interrupted her, "The reason why I'm not a large wolf yet is that during a full moon, I turn into this. I fully transform during rages of anger and in needs of protecting, protecting you specifically."
Taylor eyed the floor for a second before she raved, "This reminds of something I read in a book once. The chapter I was reading was about Irish werewolves and how they're not like other types. The legend says that they were called upon by kings in times of war. They're not beast who kill innocents, they protect and remain well aware of who they are." Shay's eyes widened, "You well aware how my transformation works then?" Taylor replied, "Yes of course. I did find the book in your library after all."
There was an awkward silence after she spoke. Taylor admired him with her grey-blue eyes. Shay grazed his clawed thumb against her soft cheek. She began to notice her mouth was dry and that her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest. She recorded the way the small hairs by his ears stood out since they were too short to go into his high ponytail. His lips were also lush.
"I didn't know that supernatural beings were a turn on for you," Shay joked. She grinned at him and moved her hand around his neck. Shay couldn't help but take in her beauty. Her eyes glistened with longing. He couldn't help but pull her down on top of his chest and lock his lips with hers. Shay tangled his fingers in her hair as he continued to kiss her. Taylor had her arm underneath his neck.
Taylor cracked her eyes open for just a moment and noticed a glare of light in her glasses lens. She sat up, still straddling Shay to some extent. "Morning already?" she commented. The light coming from the window brightened the room. She peered down at Shay, noticing that he no longer had his pointed ears and canine teeth. They couldn't believe that they had stayed up all night talking.
Shay pushed himself up by his elbows and sat at the edge of the bed, pushing Taylor off to the side next to him. He straightened out his nightshirt which was just an old white long sleeve. Taylor couldn't remember the last time she stayed in her templar uniform for this long. She let out a yawn and finally allowed her eyes to droop. "Oh, it took this long to bore you?" Shay teased. Taylor chuckled and replied, "No, just now feeling tired." He pats her back and suggests, "Lay down and rest. But first, let's get you changed into something more appropriate to sleep in."
Shay stands up and takes a few steps over to the wardrobe, pulling out one of his shirts. He placed the folded up shirt at the end of the bed, "you can borrow one of mine," he adds. Shay leaves the room for a moment, probably for a bathroom break or to stretch his legs. Taylor began to unbutton her uniform and places it on one of two of the wooden mannequins. She puts on the white shirt Shay had offered. Now they're almost matching.
Shay had returned when Taylor was pushing back the duvet cover to reveal the sheets. She crawled underneath the sheets and waited for Shay, seeing that his eyes started to droop as well. He stood by the bedside and stretched his arms out before curling up next to her. Shay took her into his arms, with her laying on his chest. She felt a sense of tranquil as he started to play with her hair, setting her into a trance. It didn't take long for the both of them to doze off in each other arms.
