I wanted to write more Shay.... :3
Again my experience writing certain characters will grow, still VERY OOC sorry guys I promise I'll get better

Story- you are a assassin and slowly notice that your decisions are revolving around a certain someone

You were in charge of the assassins in lower Manhattan, hope, Liam they controlled the rest, you only needed a small area to control and so far, you did a pretty good job, the other areas were now Templar controlled, your area, not so much, you had one strong fort, two more, weaker but still strong, you were in the gang quarters, one of your smaller forts had been taken over, you had two left, Shay Cormac, the traitor, had done away with it, you would have hunted him down if you didn't love the man so much, when he was a assassin, he flirted with you a bit, you were flattered and was going to ask him but then the stealing of the manuscripts and him getting shot, it was mess after that,
" y/n we found him, he's taken one of our forts we can still save it!" One of your men informed you, " no its not worth it, we still have this stronghold, we can drive him off when he gets here, send a few men over to save what men we have over there" you said, he nodded and ran off to inform the others of your decision, only thing left to do was wait.

After a few days, you kept avoiding harming Shay, you told the assassins you controlled not to engage him, he was not worth it, he would come to the fort with time, and he did, you gave him hell that was for sure, you hid and avoided him, soon, your fort was weak, you told your remaining men to leave, they understood, they knew you cared about there lives, they would keep there's, yours however, you would meet shays blades or bullets whatever came first, " so your the one causing me all this trouble " a Irish voice said " well I meant to cause less trouble for you actually " you said turning to see Shay, he still looked like the same Shay," really?" He asked, he had that flirty grin, at least you could die knowing you saw that grin of his one last time, " if your going to kill me I'll say it now," you started," say what y/n" Shay asked curiously," I've discovered I love you" you said looking at him," and when did you discover this?" Shay said lowering his swords, " since all my decisions started to revolve around you," you finished, he looked at you with wide eyes," fewer assassin attacks on me were because of you?" He said, you nodded, he walked over to you," Shay..." you started, you were cut off by him kissing you softly," where are your remaining men if I may ask" he muttered," sent home, they have family's, I can't take that away from them" you said sighing, Shay smirked," you can't stand killing innocents, you knew what happen in libson, why stay?" He said trying to get information of your choice," my family was in libson, I lost them all, all I knew was the creed, where else was I to go?" You said leaning on him, you might as well find comfort in him," find me, you knew I was alive" he stroked your face, this man couldn't help but flirt with you, can he?" Hope " was all you said, he nodded, he knew you and hope were...not very kind to one another, " come on y/n, you'll be fine just..stay with me" he said, his brown eyes glinted with the dim light of the gang quarters," fine " was all you said as you left your assassin life behind, following this Irish man to somewhere, he knew where he was going,

After a bit of walking, you were closer to the docks, you looked up at a building and saw Hope looking at you from a roof top, she knew what you did, you moved closer to Shay, brushing against his arm, he looked to where you saw hope and saw her fade into the shadows," it's not far " he said as he brought you to his home, maybe this change of sides thing wouldn't be so bad,

My god why am I so good at writing this this...what is this fluff on crack? SURE