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Faint specks of dust We shine for a blink In the eyes of the universe

Faint specks of dust We shine for a blink In the eyes of the universe

“Just sleep for now (y/n).” Altair whispered, covering both of your bodies with the soft blanket. “But, I feel afraid.” You murmured. “Why, when I am right here with you?” He questioned, placing a soft kiss on your neck as he snuggled closer to your side. “Because my heart knows that by morning you shall be gone.” You whispered fearfully. “(y/n)…” He began, using his arm to lean over you protectively. “…just because we are apart, that does not mean I am not with you, in my heart I never leave your side.” He said quietly, his golden eyes focused on his fing

Faint specks of dust We shine for a blink In the eyes of the universe

Haytham x Reader – This Game Of Cat And Mouse -Warning, slight theme of non-con, sort of, really very slight but I wanted to put a small warning here in case- "She's in there, sir." you heard a gruff voice through the haze of your semi-conscious state. “She?” The one word question, or demand, was faint from the room beyond, but the accent was unmistakably crisp. “The assassin, it's a women, did Mr Johnson not mention.” The man explained, sounding apprehensive, like he expected some sort of reproach for explaining another's failings. “He didn't.” The other answered simply, before lowering his voic

We're pregnant!” She had cried, it had hit you then, like the crashing waves you had watched break upon the cliffs, you had felt a sudden chill jump down your spine despite the heat of the suns relentless rays, your eyes had watered, you remembered looking towards the ground so she wouldn't notice. It shouldn't have hurt you, of course she had a life of her own, and lovers, but hearing it as fact made jealousy boil in the pit of your stomach, even in that moment, when everything was already so close to the end. Thankfully your crimes being lesser, you had been thrown into prison with her, and not hung immediately. And so here you were,

Elise x Female Reader A Misunderstanding The moon was high in the inky blank stretches of the sky now, only a few stars were dotted around it, the night air was chilling and strangely still with silence. Perhaps the fact that it was Sunday was an influence to that, maybe a few drunkards had let the preachers sermon sink in, until tomorrow anyway. You walked along the quiet back street, your eyes drifted to a near by puddle and your reflection, which basked in the silvery water. You could have just been another male assassin, a small built man, but defiantly not a girl. A slight smirk of pride came to your face, besides your master and your c

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. &

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

“(y/n)!” Mercer snapped walking into the flagon. You looked up from your wine with a small frown, your lips pursed in slight frustration. “Come with me, now.” Before you even responded he was striding back towards the cistern. “You better go and see what it is he wants, lass.” Brynjolf  advised. “Perhaps.” You agreed, taking one more sip of wine before following Mercer. He was silent as he lead you towards his desk, making your heart pound slightly as to what he could possibly need from you so badly at this time. Your eyes scanned the cistern, it was empty, everyone seemed to be enjoying a drink

Your love was a hurricane Tearing down my walls Leaving my heart bare

Assassins x Reader, The Doctor *Ezio* “Belle, Come, you must see the doctor.” Ezio tried to convince in a gentle tone. “No.” You protested from your hiding spot. “Will you at least come out from under the bed?” He asked, a puzzled expression on his face. “Never!!!” You practically screamed, every part of you shaking with fear at the thought of a doctor. Ezio scratched his hood, unsure of how to handle this. “Please?” He said weakly. “Nope.” You protested. Ezio sighed. “Can you at least get out from under the bed and on top of it, I could have much more fun c

Dutch van der Linde x Reader ~ The best of times RDR2 Spoilers...kind of The sun was high in the western sky, marking the late afternoon in brilliant, burning light, the day was hot and still as if the air could sense the approaching trouble, tiny beads of sweat ran down the creases between your breasts, the only sound besides the call of birds high off in the sky, was the relentless drum of hooves, but you felt the usual thrill building in your stomach, this would be strong money, if it went well. You smiled across at Dutch, he was sitting tall and relaxed in Centurion's saddle, the moody stallion tossing his dark mane as the four of you