Similarly, This Is Not A Particularly Long-standing Work: A Beautiful Beauty And The Same Beautiful Black

Similarly, this is not a particularly long-standing work: a beautiful beauty and the same beautiful black cat beside him! (of course, it is not entirely an independent work. I can show it in the most perfect image only by using some materials and references in the painting process)

Second Chances

Haytham Kenway x Reader

A/N: Oh my gosh, this fic XD I don’t even know. Like honestly, I just chose one of the ones that I started writing at random and finished it. I probably should’ve went with the Jacob one but here we are. XD

Time was nothing more than an endless void, every sound, every movement, every smell, everything, nothing more than an annoyance. Nothing seemed to be allowing you to rest, your eyes snapping open at the uncomfortableness. Instead of the grimy, dark walls you’d gotten accustomed to, a brilliant light assaulted your eyes. You were expecting the constant drip of rainwater seeping through a leak in the roof, instead hearing the soft clatter of porcelain being placed back onto a wooden table. 

The man in front of you was wearing a soft smile, hands clasped elegantly behind his deep blue cloak. Had you not known who he was, you might’ve thought he was friendly. Alas, you did know him. Even if a thousand years passed, you’d recognize those grey eyes anywhere. They were boring into you, looking past your physical appearance and into your very soul. Like the clouds on a stormy day, they were bringing you nothing but gloom, your curiosity turning into a scowl.

“Haytham.” You all but growled, casting your eyes away from his familiar form.

“(Y/N).” He greeted you not unlike how one would an old friend, something that grated on your nerves. How could he do that? He was not your friend. A few moments ticked by, the air filled with heavy silence. You were much too busy with your anger to pay him any heed, your thoughts only fueling the fire. “I believe a show of gratitude would be nice.” You couldn’t stop the curt chuckle that left your lips, your fiery eyes zeroing back in on him.

“A show of gratitude? For what?” You taunted, arms crossing across your chest in a show of annoyance. And annoyed you were.

“Saving your life.” He stated, accent as immaculate as ever.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You said mockingly, your legs and arms dropping down in a sloppy curtsy. “My greatest thanks, Haytham. You saved my life just so you could take it instead.” You spat, glaring at him. You no longer saw the grey eyes that continued to haunt your dreams, your eyes only seeing red.

“I am not going to take your life.” He was as patient as ever, looking for all the world like your anger didn’t bother him the slightest. And didn’t that just piss you off. You took two steps at a time, grinding your teeth together. You wanted to hurt him, to hit him, to… kiss him? Your steps faltered momentarily, your mind berating itself for THAT particular thought. To stave off the strange feelings plaguing you, you jabbed one finger into his sturdy chest.

“If you’re not going to kill me, let me go.” You ground out, pushing clenching one hand to restrain yourself from punching him.

“I will,” he paused, smiling ever so gently. “Once I am assured that you won’t run off and get yourself killed anyways.”

“Let me go.” You stated again. Haytham’s eyes flashed, an obvious sign of his patience wearing thin.

“If you wa-”

“Let. Me. Go.” You practically shouted, wanting nothing more than to return to your home. You’d been gone for so long, captured by a regiment of bloodthirsty redcoats. Had Haytham not taken you away, you had no doubt that you would be dead. But you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of that. Not after the years that he’d sat there and lied to you. You joined the Brotherhood, you’d taken the oath, and you trained every day. Even with all of that, you still were too blinded by your feelings for Haytham to realize that he was the enemy. He wasn’t who he said he was and your damn heart wouldn’t let you see what your mind was telling you the whole time; Haytham wasn’t your friend and he sure as hell wasn’t your lover. He was manipulating you and you let him. You’d rather die than let him do it again.

“No,” he whispered harshly, pushing your back forcefully against the wall as his body loomed ominously above your own. You were trapped between the wall and him, your mind cursing you for your lapse in concentration.

“Then kill me.” You yelled, shoving at his chest. He caught your hands, forcing you back even closer to the wall than before. Even with you pressed up against the wall, there was only an inch between you and Haytham.

“No,” he repeated, grey eyes shining with a foreign emotion. He didn’t seem angry, instead almost… sad? Why would he be sad? A soft finger traced your jaw, gaze intently following the movements. You didn’t breathe, too shocked by the change of emotion. “I will never hurt you.” He spoke so quietly, you weren’t even sure he said it, his actions betraying nothing.

“Haytham,” you breathed, wishing that you’d push away, flee, do something other than watch him. But you couldn’t, his expression alone pinning you to the spot. He was so hesitant, so unsure, so unlike himself. Before you could question it, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, his arms coming around your waist to hold you against him. Hot breath caressed your bare skin, the feel of his eyelashes fluttering closed against you almost too much to bear.

“I missed you.” He whispered, his voice so fragile. You could feel the anger drain out of you, being replaced with something much sweeter as your arms wrapped around his neck, one hand running through his hair beneath his hat.

“Why are you doing this?” You questioned aloud, not really meaning to ask him. You were asking yourself. However, he answered.

“Because it hurt too much leaving you the first time, I’m not going to do it again.” Each syllable rolled off his tongue smoothly, his accent like music to your ears.

“And I’m just to trust you?” A strange sensation skittered down your spine at his gentle laughter, his hold temporarily tightening around you.

“Even if I were to say yes, we both know you wouldn’t believe me.” Your lips twitched up in a smile. He was absolutely right. You’d come much too far to trust him without question. Hell, you probably wouldn’t trust him even with question. But you’d also come much too far to deny anyone a second chance. If Achilles had allowed you to return to the Brotherhood after everything with Haytham, why shouldn’t you allow Haytham to redeem himself? After all, the only thing at stake was your heart, and that seemed to annoy you most of the time anyways.

because i love y’all, i’m sharing my family’s recipe for apple tea (traditional fall/winter drink in west asia, turkey, and many areas of the balkans)

it’s like a more delicate version of apple cider and i basically live off of this stuff when the weather starts to cool!

Apple Tea (for two)

1 large apple or 2 small, shredded (you can use a cheese grater)

3 cups water

1-2 cinnamon sticks

2-3 pc clove (optional)

honey to taste

1 tsp of lemon juice (add at end)

green tea (optional! the lebanese version usually calls for green tea but i actually prefer it without. up to you!)

throw it all in a pot and let it simmer on a low temperature for an hour or so. while it’s simmering, it will also make your home smell delicious! (if you make it with green tea, add the tea at the end, about five minutes before taking it off the heat so the flavor doesn’t become bitter from oversteeping). strain into your cups and enjoy hot.

end result:

For some reason I couldn't get on Tumblr at all today. idk if it has to do with the last post I made yesterday. Then I busted ass and fell off a hammock head first straight on my back.

game: You have to be stealthy and silent during this mission, also don’t kill anyone

me:

The real pleasure

Warning: NSFW, explicit, first time Also all my works can be found on    AO3  “Lass, have you ever been with a man?”

Shay’s question was hanging in the air as you looked at him completely stunned. The sudden silence that surrounded both of you was awkward and you felt like every beat of your heart was as loud as thunder. You had no idea how your friendly, funny conversation became this weird.

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