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Jacob Frye x Reader ~ Family
Your head was drowsy when you awoke, blinking to find the bedside lamp flickering in your eyes, making them threaten to water. The other side of the bed was empty, though the impression on the pillow was fresh where he had been. “Jacob?” You murmured, voice raspy with sleep. Sitting up  you saw him on the end of the bed, by her crib.
He turned to look at you, his face was pale, and his eyes were rimmed red from lack of sleep , but he wore a contented smile. “You alright, love?”
You nodded, mind still half clouded from sleep. “Yeah, is the baby alright?”
“She's fine, I just,” he trailed off for a moment, eyes returning to his daughter, “I feel like I have to watch her, every breath she takes seems important.” He admitted, running a tired hand through his hair.  
You smiled wearily, rising from the tangled sheets to sit by his side. “I know.” You agreed, peering in at your little girl, she slept soundly, sn
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Modern! Jacob Frye x Reader ~ Bed time
Jacob did not return until past 12 twelve, as he had promised (y/n), well he actually did not return until 4 in the morning. She had demanded space to write, so he obliged and as the gentleman he was, surrendered the whole flat to her, and ventured to the pub with a few friends.
After taking his jacket off he headed upstairs, not surprised to see the light still on in your room. He hesitated, pushing the door quietly, the corners of his lips immediately quirking into a smile, (y/n)'s head was slumped on the desk, three empty coffee mugs at her side.
He crossed the room quietly, saving the word document on screen before closing her laptop. “Bed time.” He whispered.  
“Hm?” You sat up sleepily, her eyes half lidded and red from the lack of sleep.
“Bed time, sweetheart.”
“No, I have to finish this chapter, why's my laptop off, wait...my document, did I save it?” You began to panic out load, your eyes widening.
“I saved it, it's al
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Jacob x Reader ~ Insecurities
The rain had began to fall at the least convenient of times, while you and Jacob ran to take refuge, laughing together as the stinging flecks found their way past the leather of your coats and onto your skin, the rain ran down the creases of your smile into your gleeful grins. “No stop, here.” Jacob grabbed your hand, his fingers feeling warm as they curled around yours, tugging you towards an old storage warehouse.
“This place is always empty.” He announced, voice echoing slightly in the wide building.
“Nice work.” You grinned, following him up a set of groaning, dust littered stairs. “Is it always so filthy too?” You mocked.
“Hey now, this is a quality establishment!” He defended, as you poked your tongue out at him.
You snorted. “Nothing quality about it.”
“It's keeping us dry.” He wondered amidst the barrels and well weathered crated until seemingly finding what he was looking for. “Give us a
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Modern Connor x Reader ~ The first star
You stood in the park, eyes scanning the crisp morning that was sprawled out before you, sunlight freckled the sloping grass and offered a little warmth to your cold body.
You took a shaky draft of the breathless autumn air, it was fresh and tasted of every early morning in your memories, of butter on toast as you scurried out the door, those long walks to the school bus and collecting conkers in this park as a child, of visiting the beech to watch the stormy waves and collecting the smallest pebbles, distant times that brought a faint smile to your face. But this was today, and mornings like these played on repeat, 6am you would be at the park, alone, walking the paths and being that out of place individual who sat on the swings, hoping to be little again and find the same thrills in this park as you did back then. The peace of innocence, when drinking was apple juice, being high was on swings and the greatest threat a boy posed to you was cooties.
You drifted to the melodic movement
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Yusuf x Reader ~ Sunlight
“Damn.” You cursed softly under your breath as the nib to your quill broke, a splodge of ink now sat unpresentable in the middle of the page, you reached for a cloth, dabbing it gently to tidy the mess as best as you could, your brows creased into a frown of concentration.
“My my, your fingers are black and blue, (y/n), you do know ink is meant for the parchment not your hands.”  A family energetic voice broke your peace as you looked up sharply.
“Yusuf, what do you want now?”
“Why should I have to want something to visit you?” He smirked, folding his arms across his chest as he looked down at you.
You shock you head before setting the ruined letter aside, you would probably have to re-write now.
“Whose the letter for?” He asked, peering curiously at it.
“Ezio.” You answered plainly.
“A love letter? I hear he was quite the charmer in his day, you know.” Yusuf teased.
“No, actually it was a le
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Ezio x Reader ~ Not a rose
You sat sewing by the window, the sunlight spilled through the glass and onto your lap, bathing your face in her heat. “O rosa bella, O dolce anima mia,” you sang softly, pulling the white thread carefully through the material. “Non mi lassar morire-” A shadow across your figure interrupted you and you froze, watering eye looking up to the man's face. “Mi amore, you're home!” You practically squealed like a young girl, rushing to his open arms and dropping your needle and thread.
“I missed you too, bella.” Ezio's voice was light and you felt a chuckled rumbled in his chest as he kept you held against him for the moment, and you inhaled the familiar sent of leather and the summer air, citrus clinging in it.
You smiled up, blissful seconds lost looking into dark eyes that returned your affection. “I was worried.” Your voice lost to a mutter in his chest.
The assassin smoothed his hands down your back as he whispered sweet nothin
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Haytham x Reader: Care to dance?
You sat at the side of the ball, resting in the small chair with a frown set onto your lips, you sisters were all off dancing, twirling round with some potential husband or another. You gave a small pessimistic scoff, taking a sip of your wine. How kind your parents were to drag you along and then abandon you, well in all fairness you had begged them to take you, it wasn't that you usually left your room most days, not even for dinner, which you would eat in bed. Something about dressing for a ball and being able to go was exciting in thought, but in reality it was worse than you might have imagined. You're parents being the hosts meant they were off socialising, and your sisters being so desired by the gentleman meant you were well and truly alone, grateful that you were relatively tucked away and almost out of sight in the shadow side of the hall, but still with a good view of the dance floor to observe.
“Care for a dance.” A warm voice came from your left, drawing you fr
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Trevor Phillips x Reader Broken, Fixed Chapter 1
Chapter 1 – Breaking Down
The engine moaned low behind the mutter of the radio, something on the news about a robbery, two people were dead, that was all you caught. Tiny flecks of dust and grit bounced off the car, the tires kicking up dust as you drove, drove with no sense of direction, no destination, no care for where the next gas station was, no desire to know the way back as you took one turn after the next, it was over, life was left behind, your whole damn life working towards something and it was all over. The last two weeks had crumbled like wet paper in your hands, the inky words blotched out like your hopes and dreams, every perfect detail you had tried to bring into your life, weave into your being, was gone.  
His face, his smile, the smell you were so familiar inhaling as his arms pulled you into his t shirt. How could he throw away the past four years of your life together, you slammed your fist against the wheel, watching the speed climb up as you pushed you
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Bayek x Reader ~ A Leap Of Faith
Little clouds of dust were kicked up beneath your sandals as you tread the winding path upwards, your skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat from the day spent training beneath the weight of the deserts unrelenting heat. “We are close, now.” Bayek promised from ahead of you.
“Thank the Gods.” You muttered through a small pant.
“Only such harsh training will breed a skilled warrior, and a true assassin.” He reminded, smiling lightly over his shoulder at you.  
You nodded, bracing your body through the small pang of nerves as you pushed stiff legs to follow your mentor. The sun was hotter than usual today, as if for your torment Ra had it beat down on your back like the rod of a priest given in punishment. How you missed the cool, clean rooms of home, the sweet perfumes of incense, you remembered the frankincense burning this morning, fresh and crisp. You shook your head, not wanting your mind straying in the final lengths of the climb to such
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Ezio x Reader ~ All mine
Blue moonlight tumbled through the open window and spilled across the floor, gracefully staining everything in reach to a light sapphire. You huddled the blankets closer about your shoulders as you sat watching from your bed, the curtains stirred in the cool winter air and as another whirl of wind came they reared up, flapping loudly, threatening to knock the vase of flowers down while they waved madly in the air as if possessed. You jumped from your warm sheets and hurried across the hardwood floor to shut the window. Sighing as the quiet still was returned to you, you checked the rooftops your window looked over once more, before drawing the curtains closed and  returning to bed.
The day had been lovely, it wasn't that you were ungrateful, quite the opposite in fact, you had spent time with your family, what more could you wish for? It was only that you had hoped to see him, not really because of your birthday, it was just to know he was safe and well.    
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Your ski
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Ezio x Reader ~ First Born
You blinked in the bright afternoon sunshine, glancing to a nearby bench. Strolling to it, you felt glad to sit. You huffed placing a hand on your swollen stomach, you had began to tire of carrying this baby, but every time you would stop to think about the fact that you were actually having a child of your own the moment would feel fresher and your heart would flutter madly in your chest.
You past the afternoon in the peaceful gardens of the villa, despite it being slightly disturbed by an ache in your stomach, you enjoyed wandering about them; breathing in the sent of the fragrant summer air, perfumed by the jasmines, oleanders and roses of the garden. Later you ventured down into the town, mainly you just walked about window shopping, though you did indulge in a small trip into the bakers.
It was as the suns light was trickling away, it’s burning shimmer beginning to fade into nothing but a memory, that you roamed up to the battlements, overlooking the fair countryside. Your (
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[i don’t want to
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again but
lately it’s been tough.
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maybe i’m not good enough.]
run.
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And anger,
I did it,
I gave up,
Are you happy??,
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You did mean
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But I can tell your not over us,
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It's pathetic really,
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For me to give up on someone,

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And wash away all the memories.
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The way you played me,

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You always were one for blaming,
Or manipulating,
I should've put up more of a fight,

Still I can tell,
Your not over it,
It's pathetic really,
Cause I'm over it,
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Your head was drowsy when you awoke, blinking to find the bedside lamp flickering in your eyes, making them threaten to water. The other side of the bed was empty, though the impression on the pillow was fresh where he had been. “Jacob?” You murmured, voice raspy with sleep. Sitting up  you saw him on the end of the bed, by her crib.

He turned to look at you, his face was pale, and his eyes were rimmed red from lack of sleep , but he wore a contented smile. “You alright, love?”

You nodded, mind still half clouded from sleep. “Yeah, is the baby alright?”

“She's fine, I just,” he trailed off for a moment, eyes returning to his daughter, “I feel like I have to watch her, every breath she takes seems important.” He admitted, running a tired hand through his hair.  

You smiled wearily, rising from the tangled sheets to sit by his side. “I know.” You agreed, peering in at your little girl, she slept soundly, snuggled beneath soft cream blankets. “She's so tiny.” You breathed, carefully stroking her cheek.  

“I know, she's like a little dandelion puff, I feel like if I don't watch her, and have her close, she break apart and float away.” Perhaps it was that he had lost so much already, for all Jacob's brash ways, you couldn't help but pity him. He was so unsure of family, and was afraid to make mistakes.

You smiled at your husband, you loved how protective he was of her already, but, he needed to sleep. “But you must rest as well.” You reminded softly, gripping his arm. “She won't float away, my love.” You smiled, crawling back into bed and waiting for him to follow.

He placed one last kiss on her forehead, before joining you. “I just hope we get it right.” He muttered, slumping back against the goose down pillows.

“Don't be afraid of making your fathers mistakes, Jacob.” You rolled onto your side, curling against his body, trailing your fingers in thoughtful patterns over his bare chest. “You're not like him.”

He scoffed slightly. “That's bloody true.”

Rolling your eyes you smiled. “Besides, you're here for her, that's more than your father could do.” You soothed, wanting the man to realise that he would be a good father, he loved that child more than anything, and you could see it, you just wanted him to. “And before long you'll be training her,” you smiled, “and maybe a few others.”

His face broke into a smile. “Just how many others?”

“Oh three or four at least!” You giggled, resting your head against his chest.

He looked to you smiling. “I'm a lucky man, (y/n).” When you quirked a brow he continued. “To have you as my wife, and now our baby, I didn't see my life working out like this, but bloody hell I'm glad it has.”

You smiled, leaning to kiss his cheek, your lips lingering close to him for a moment. “I think you're becoming soft Jacob Frye.” You teased.

Snatching your lips into a firm kiss, his mouth unrelenting for a few seconds as his hands wrapped around the back of your neck in a near bruising grip. “Don't count on it.” He purred while you gasped slightly.

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You parted your heavy lids, even the dim candle light felt too bright for you, making you squint slightly to ease the sting from the burning glow. You dragged your eyes to your side, feeling glad to see the naked man at your side was passed out in sleep, his pale chest rising and a falling slowly as contented snores passed his lips. The smell of sex and alcohol still lingered in the air as you inhaled a deep breath, running your fingers through your slightly tangled hair, wincing as they broke a little knot. You sat up steadily, pressing your bare feet onto the coolness of the wooden floor, which was littered colourfully with clothes. You still felt a little dizzy from the amount of drink he had given you this evening, but honestly, the liquor helped, it helped you to forget what you were doing. You grabbed your small coin purse, then began to gather your own clothes, adjusting your corset and undergarments, before pulling on the richly coloured red dress that was accented by black lace, it showed too much chest and left your shoulders bare, the slit in the thigh was another suggestive quality, then you pulled on a small and well worn brown cape that helped shield you from the night air and the eyes of others.  

You walked quietly across the floor, your shoes lightly tapping the dark wood. You reached the door, glancing back to ensure that the man in bed was still sleeping soundly, then opening it you headed out. You had no more than left the room before you came face to face with another. A well dressed gentleman, not only were his clothes expensive, but something in his air demanded immediate respect, his face was handsome and his hair secured neatly in a short ponytail. But it was his grey eyes that caught you most off guard, the way they softened at you, his manner only surprising you further, he swiftly stepped aside and gave a short bow to let you pass. “Tha...thank you.” You stumbled, passing the man.

Glancing over your shoulder to see his smile, you quickly pulled your eyes away and hurried on. Trying not to think too much upon the matter. You left the green dragon, stepping into the chilled night air; the thick snow that lined the streets acted as a visual reminder of just how cold it was, you shivered suddenly, your skin jumping up into goosebumps when the frigged air met it. The bitter streets of Boston were not the warmth of a bed, but you could hardly stay the night with him, you hated leaving Lacy as it was, and an entire night was far too long for such a small girl.

You hurried back towards the small dwellings you called home, doing your best to avoid the rough drunkards and other undesirables as you made your way to the small run down building, fumbling to make you cold hands work to put the key in the frozen up lock, then open the door. You were met with a set of (e/c) eyes that matched your own perfectly, the small girl stood there, beaming as she looked to you, wasting no time before she hurried to hug you tightly, you bent down to greet her. “Hello, Lacy.” You whispered. “How was your day little lass?” You questioned, pulling away slightly so you could face her.

She shrugged. “Quiet, but I missed you mommy.” She said, her little voice breaking slightly.

“I missed you too darling.” You said softly, getting back to your feet as to check you had locked the door. “I missed you very much.” You added in a mutter that she didn't hear. You hated leaving her for so long, but what choice did you have? You wished you could stay at home with her, like a normal mother, care for her and take her to visit friends, buy her pretty dresses, nice food and some decent blankets for nights as cold as this one, but life wouldn't be kind enough to you, your only hope was that, somehow, she could make a better life for herself than you ever had for yourself.

“Are you hungry?” You asked.

She nodded.

“Have you not eaten yet?” you asked worried.

“Not since lunch.” She admitted.

You frowned slightly. “Lacy, you must eat, I left food here did I not?”

“I know, but I wanted to wait for you momma.” She said, her eyes meeting with yours.

“I understand.” You said gently. “Well, I will fetch us some supper, come and sit by the fire” You walked behind your daughter, from the shabby little hall, to the kitchen which was slightly brighter from the glow of a humble fire that sat ablaze in the hearth, the logs spitting and popping slightly as the flames twinkled across their  blackened bark.  

You began to uncover a loaf of apple bread, setting aside the frayed cloth; you started to slice the dense loaf, before scrapping the slices with pale yellow butter.

“Here.” You said finally, setting a small terracotta plate beside the girl, her eyes were occupied with watching the dancing auburn flames across the few charred logs, but soon swung to see the butter bread.

“Thank you mother.”  She said, beaming with approval as she took her first bite.

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Haytham yawned slightly before he adjusted his hat, he failed to understand why he had slept so badly, something about that women’s face had remained in his mind, her blazing (e/c) eyes, her voluminous hair that had framed her face with a wild beauty, her pure skin that glowed in the soft candle light, but more than that, the unpleasant side of their brief meeting, the shame on her face, how uncomfortable she had looked in that exposing dress. Why it should all play out continuously in his mind was a mystery, but what ever the reason that lay behind his infatuation, he intended to find her. And he knew exactly where to start.

“Thomas.” Haytham said as he strode towards the table.

Hickey looked up, the hangover plain as day on his tired face and in his bloodshot eyes. “Yeah?” He responded in a slur, forcing the tankard of ale to his lips to take a lengthily swallow of the strong liquid.  

“A women left your room last night, a prostitute I imagine, is that correct?”  Haytham questioned sharply.

Charles looked up from his eggs on toast, silently hoping that Thomas was about to get a bollocking for his behaviour.

“Yeah, and she was good too.” Hickey replied with a grin.

“Wonderful.” Haytham muttered dryly. “Now other than that information, perhaps you could tell me a little more about her?” Haytham followed.

“Well, her tits take some of the credit that much is true, and the arse on her is worth a fuckin’, but the screams you can get out of ‘er were the best-"

“Thomas.” Haytham cut him off sharply. “That is not what I was asking.” He snapped.

“What were you bloody asking then.” The man spat back.

“Show some respect, boy.” Charles intervened.

“Thank you, Charles, but this does not concern you.” Haytham informed.

“Of course, sir.” Charles said quietly, sinking back into the corner behind his breakfast.

“Her name, for a start.” Haytham said his tone softening.

“Oh Gawd almighty, how am I suppose to remember details like that, if you really want to give the little whore a go, I’d suggest you try looking down by that place, by the docks, oh what’s it called?” He scratched his unshaven chin. “Ah Charlie, you know it?”

“The bucks gentleman’s club perchance, though, hardly a place for gentleman.” Charles replied with a snort of obvious disgust.

“That’s the one! A whole lot of whores spend their time there, that’s where I found that little gem last night.” He informed, seeming proud to share such 'brotherly' information with Haytham

Haytham gave an eye roll of disgust. “Thank you, gentlemen.” He said briefly, before turning and walking away in his chosen direction, the door.  

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The past days had not seen much coin in your pocket, and so you decided to go back to a familiar stretch of street that rolled lazily out by the docks, it was outside of the bucks gentleman’s club that your chosen spot was, your eyes trailed up to the looming building that grinned down at you, the windows glowed with a lusty pale light that fell onto your body, undressing you further as it exposed the flesh that the blackness of night had made a vain effort to conceal.

At the present time, the street appeared quiet, you wondered to the waters edge, your eyes trailed absent-mindedly to the still green tinted grey water, you bent down and wrapped your cold fingers around a small pebble, holding the smooth little rock in your palms for a moment, before throwing it into the glassy water, you watched as the pebble shattered the surface and left violent ripples pooling in the place of its destructive splash.

The sound of chuckles and footsteps made you snap your head away from the disturbed water, four men were stumbling drunkenly down the street, singing an old English drinking song as they approached. “There’s many men get store of treasure, yet they live like very slaves. In this world they have no pleasure, the more they have, the more they crave. Hang such greedy-minded misers, that will ne’r contented be.”  The amount of drink they had filled their bellies with made their words slurred and difficult to make out as they all sang at the top of their voices.

You turned to face them, the stench of alcohol and sweat hit your nose as soon as they moved closer, like cats circling a little mouse, they prowled around you. “Good evening, sirs” You said politely.

“Evening lassy, what do think of our singing then, jolly ain’t it?” The eldest of them spoke, his bald-head shimmering with sweat in the faint light.

“Worthy of Shakespeare, I’m sure.” You replied with a tight smile.

“By your wit I would guess you are still sober.” Another of them said with a throaty laugh.

“Indeed, no drinking for a working women.” You replied, with a little sarcastic stress on ‘working’.

“Aye, well I ain’t no coin to me name, just spent it on drink, but, I’m sure you’d accompany us anyway, eh girl?” The eldest said, lunging to squeeze your left breast.

You flinched slightly; from both his touch and his irritating habit of spitting out his t's. As he leaned closer in hope of more groping, you were forced to take in the full reek of his body odours. “My apologies merry sirs, but no coin, no company.” You replied, trying to add a touch of light-heartedness to cover the nerves in your tone, you were very alone here, and you knew damn well these men had every scrap of power to do as they wished with you.

“You’ll enjoy it lass. Trust me on that.” The youngest spoke now, his sweaty cheeks becoming more visible as he attempted to give a ‘dashing’ smile, showing his bent teeth. “You’ll wish you’d come should ya refuse.” He sprawled his words out in a drunkard hurry.

“Aye, ya will.” The third with straggly brown hair agreed. “As would we.” He added, smacking his lips as his eyes trailed over you as if he was assessing the ripeness of fruit.  

“I am quite sure the young lady’s only wish is to be left in peace gentlemen.” A richly dark voice came from behind the scruffy pack. Your eyes darted up, only to recognise  the man that you had almost bumped into leaving the room in the green dragon, those same grey eyes gazed at your for a steady moment, enough reassurance in that look to put you at ease, before he turned to readdress the four men. “Now I highly suggest you leave.” His tone was threatening, almost unquestionable.

The younger three looked about ready to run, but the eldest was not so easily deterred. “Isn’t really your fucking business, now is it” He growled at the man.

“Oh it is very much my business.”  Warned the gentleman in a low and foreboding tone.

“Wha’, she ya disgrace of a wife or the like, out ‘ere getting the money that ye spend on fancy coats, or maybe, ya can afford the whore, and we can’t, well, that…that..” His blood shot eyes glanced around for the words he had forgotten. “….that ain’t so, we found this little fishy first, hooked it in and we’ll devour it, then ya can have it’s raw bloody ass when my cocks through with it.” He spat.

The gentleman simply raised an eyebrow, a look of disgust and calm anger in his eyes. “Do excuse me good lady.” He said looking to you, before he took three decisive steps to the man, and in a swift motion freed his gleaming sword from it’s scabbard, the silver was regally illuminated in the ivory lighting of the moon, and in a controlled movement he forced his blade through the man's chest, it burst his flesh and sent blood spurting out to taint the weapon a slaughterous crimson, as the rough man's gurgles of pain were swallowed by his sudden death. The other three ruffians ran in as fast of a sprint as their drunken legs could manage, you resisted the urge to scream at the sight of such a brutal scene, the man's body slid from the sword and thudded like a dusty curtain to the ground, before a crisp silence fell like a creeping frost.

You felt your breathing quickened in time with your heartbeats, your chest rising and falling faster and faster to the point that your lungs burnt from panic, you could hear your blood pumping as your head began to pound.

“Forgive me, but I could hardly stand and allow him to do such offence to you.” The man said, his tone genuine as he spoke.

You looked away from the dead man's body, it was not remorse that you felt, simply the natural revolution upon witnessing death, even if it wasn’t the first time, but to see such violence so closely was not something you were that accustom to. “No, thank you, for defending me.” You replied, looking to the man.

“Are all men that cannot pay this troublesome?” He attempted to be sarcastic, although despite the moment was not entirely appropriate, it did caused you to smile.

“No, not always.” You responded.

He nodded, looking thoughtful for a moment. “As it is…” His tone was more seductive now, he possessed an alluring accent that sent shivers dancing along your shoulders as he spoke, every word perfectly left his mouth, almost floating, as it was richly explored with his every pronunciation. “….I am more than able to endow you with sufficient money.” He finished.

You looked at the handsome stranger; he certainly made your head spin with emotions. “It would be my pleasure, sir.” You said in a sultry tone that was well practised by now, before you took his hand.

The man nodded, leading you away from the docks. You walked for sometime in silence, until he reached the centre of town. “Here.” He said stopping, passing you a bag of gold. “I want nothing from you, but I ask that you go home, you should be safe from here.”

You felt shocked by his kindness, never before had somebody showed you such an act of charity. “I don't know how to thank you, truly I have never known any like yourself, sir.” You said in a slightly broken voice, feeling a little choked-up by his actions.

He smiled. “Be safe.” He whispered. Taking his well tailored cape from his shoulder, and draping it over your own, it was of finely made material, and the back had been embroidered with a gold pattern. “Go now, and get some rest.” He placed a chaste kiss upon your hand, before turning away.

“Thank you!” You called. “Thank you so much.” You added quietly, as your numb fingers clutched his cape.
Hi my little panda cubs!

So since I did sort of speak about going through a rough time recently I thought I'd give you guys a small update. I'm doing, a little better, I've moved on from a bad relationship, I've got another member of my furry family (a puppy, named Bandit who I rescued and is now in my little pack XD ) and I'm trying to write a lot more, which brings me onto a question...

I write a lot, like a lot, of original short stories, just for fun really, and I was wondering if anybody would be interested in me posting them? With the usual fanfics mixed in of course ;) Just a thought anyway. 

I hope you are all doing awesome, and having a magical summer!!! 

~Panda 
  • Listening to: Max Brodie 'summer song'
  • Reading: Matt Haig 'reasons to stay alive'
  • Eating: Strawberries
Jacob did not return until past 12 twelve, as he had promised (y/n), well he actually did not return until 4 in the morning. She had demanded space to write, so he obliged and as the gentleman he was, surrendered the whole flat to her, and ventured to the pub with a few friends.

After taking his jacket off he headed upstairs, not surprised to see the light still on in your room. He hesitated, pushing the door quietly, the corners of his lips immediately quirking into a smile, (y/n)'s head was slumped on the desk, three empty coffee mugs at her side.

He crossed the room quietly, saving the word document on screen before closing her laptop. “Bed time.” He whispered.  

“Hm?” You sat up sleepily, her eyes half lidded and red from the lack of sleep.

“Bed time, sweetheart.”

“No, I have to finish this chapter, why's my laptop off, wait...my document, did I save it?” You began to panic out load, your eyes widening.

“I saved it, it's all good, love.” He reassured, rolling his eyes at the drama that women threw over her damn writing.

“Now, sleep time.”

“No, I need to work.” You protested.

“Yeah, but you need to sleep more!” He insisted, taking your hands and tugging you up.

He lead you to the en-suit bathroom, where he took your tooth brush, squeezed the toothpaste on it for you. “Brush.” He commanded in jest. “Or do you want me to do it for you?” He teased

You took your brush from him with a frown. “Piss off!” You muttered before mechanically brushing your teeth, murmuring a thank you as he handed you the mouthwash and floss.  

You let him guide you to bed, still feeling lost in your sleepy daze as you slumped down underneath the soft covers.

He lay next to you, placing a small kiss on your cheeks, his warm breath falling down your neck as he lingered there. “Good night, my little writer.” He whispered

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court-rhys Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2018  Student General Artist
nothing is true-
except my love for you, panda.

stay awesome/stealthy/you, my dear.
love you!
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PandaNotes Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2018
AWWWWWWW THANK YOU

You're so sweet, friend. How have you been?
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court-rhys Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2018  Student General Artist
it's no problem, dear!
i could be doing better, but not bad!
//smiles
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Chernivtsi Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2018   Traditional Artist
Wow are you still active? Do you remember me? We used to talk about Assassin’s Creed didn’t we XD
sorey, I just made this account when I was 13 but decided to return. I’m 17 now... how have you been lol
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PandaNotes Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2018
Hey, yeah I’m still around, just don’t post as often as I should haha. So you still an assassins creed fan?
Good to see you back on DA, how’ve you been?
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IIAnnaBananaII Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2018  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you so much for the donation it really mean a lot to me!! 
I hope you have a wonderful day  :D
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PandaNotes Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2018
You’re most welcome and you too!! :D
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Kiyo-Poetry Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2018  Professional
Hello,

Thank you so much for liking my work and adding me to your +devwatch! I really appreciate it (:
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PandaNotes Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2018
You’re welcome, I love your work!!
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Kiyo-Poetry Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2018  Professional
That's wonderful to hear, thank you (:

Have a lovely weekend :heart:
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