#drunk Jacob frye

[ramshackledtrickster]

I’m sick and can’t draw much (sorry) but i decided to watch the last maharajah dlc for ac syndicate and

[ethan-acfan]

The assassins when drunk

Altair: He gets really clingy/affectionate, wrapping his hands around your waist, kisses, etc

Ezio: He gets really flirty but not hot flirty like corny flirting he will walk into your bedroom and ask, "You come here often," and then promptly fall on his face when you flirt back

Connor/ratonhnhaké:ton: either gets really emotional and starts sobbing or really loud and starts fighting people (probably both)

Edward: gets really loud and starts stumbling into walls, definitely starting a bar fight or 2

Jacob: He make so many bad jokes like they are so bad you have to laugh at just how bad they are. He also starts a cult as a joke

Evie: she seems like she would get the slightest taste of wine and immediately fall asleep she definitely a tired drunk (or she starts a cult with her brother)

That's all I feel like doing rn (I honestly only wrote this post bc I love the idea of Altair being really cuddly when drunk). Anyway, if you made it through my terrible writing congrats

[paws-of-the-quill]

Thanks for 100 likes! Inspried by these two post I found on Pinterest…..

I bring you Jacob Frye the rook gang Frye

Chorus:Jacob Frye the Rook gang Frye !

(Deep Voice: Jacob Frye the Rook gang Frye !)

Rook, Rook, Rook,

Rook, Rook, Rook,

Jacob Frye the Rook gang Frye !

(Female Voice: Rooks shall rule!)

Jacob Frye the Rook gang Frye !)

(Female Voice: Green is a property of rooks.)

Rook, Rook, Rook,

Rook, Rook, Rook,

Jacob Frye the Rook gang Frye !

Rook, Rook, Rook, Rook

Rook, Rook, Rook, Rook

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[beastblade69]

I had fryes modern day au in my head for a pretty long time and I finally got to actually sketching the ideas

a quick remark, he has a classic mohawk in a main design but he probably tried many crazy haircuts like bihawk (on the third pic), rat tail on a bald head, skullet etc. bro has fun w his hair

I will do evie too, maybe today even. but for now I just want to share how I imagine modern day jacob. so he would probably be a skater and the truest punk poser in london. he has a piercing in his nipple and tongue (yes). I'm a bit into punk rock but just a little bit buttt I can say that he'd probably be a drain and doyle fanboy. he's still a leader of the rooks but the rooks are actually his pals and he often escapes home (from evie precisely) to chill w the boys beside em pull up bars (they often have competitions like pull up competition or beer drinking or something dumb like long distance spitting). he knows a guy (a rook) who knows a guy who knows a guy so he has his connections in the city. still a trouble maker. doesn't get caught. if he isn't drunk. if he is well f to evie. he once had a kill count bet w evie when he was drunk and lost. now he was a "lost to evie in beating templars' arses *date*" tattooed on his butt chick. or something like that

[ms-rampage]

Blades & Ballots - Chapter 1

New series that I've been working on

Characters: Jacob Frye. Katherine Winchester (OC). Evie Frye (mentioned). Henry Green (mentioned). Crawford Starrick (mentioned). Queen Victoria (mentioned)

Word count: 1.5k+ (i have no idea)

Warnings: None

Evie and Jacob eventually went to go do their own thing. After defeating Crawford Starrick. He remained in London training new assassins while she married Henry Green and traveled to India.

She, with her husband and daughter, lived in India for many years, but stilled wanted to continue her assassin work, so she joined the Indian Brotherhood there. Her daughter became her apprentice. Jacob continued to stay in London to keep training the new order and stayed as a bachelor for some time, though he did have a few affairs here and there.

The Fryes were remembered and continued to do amazing things and were greatly respected and honored.

Somewhere between 1868 and 1869, Jacob meets a woman. The daughter of an aristocrat and politician, who was an acquaintance of Crawford Starrick.

At a ball, located at Buckingham Palace, where he was invited to by Queen Victoria as a member of the Order of the Sacred Garter, Jacob sees a woman across the ballroom. He is instantly drawn to her. He is compelled to go to her. He is not the only one interested in her. Multiple men are trying to get her attention, but she seems very uninterested in them.

He gets a clear view of the woman wearing a long blue dress with a gold trim. Long black hair and hazel green eyes.

There is something about her that draws him to her. He can't stop himself. He needs to talk to this woman. Be near her. He walks over to her, walking through the crowd of guests.

She stands away from everyone else. She glances over at Jacob as he approaches her, giving him a smile before looking away.

That little smile he was graced with gives Jacob the courage to talk to this woman. He hesitantly breaks the ice, "I’m sorry, but I could help but notice you from across the room... you're not very interested in the men trying to woo you."

She looks over at him, "Most of these men are friends of my father. They're old enough to be my father. I'm not interested in being married to someone just so he can have political gain."

He is interested in her lack of interest in those men. In her desire to avoid being married off. He is strangely and suddenly drawn more to her. He can’t deny the connection he feels to this stranger. "No? Well, what would you be interested in then?."

"Someone closer to my age and will love me for me and not my family name. Doesn't care for my wealth." She tells him.

For a moment, he lets himself dream of being that someone... being everything she wants... but he tells himself to come back to reality. "That seems fairly simple. I’m sure you have many suitors who check off those boxes."

She sighs, "I haven't seen any yet. Most of these people are friends of my parents."

His interest is piqued again at her confession. She hasn't seen anyone who checks off the boxes... perhaps...

"Have you spent much time looking?." He asks, curiosity in his voice.

"I have. Most men my age are so immature, and spend their time drunk and with whores." She tells him, "Older men repulse me."

His interest in her continues to grow. He is intrigued by this woman, and he can't help it. "It sounds like you have very specific taste."

"I do. I want to be with someone who will love me and be around when we have children." She tells him, "Not some old man politician who can barely get it up and will die within a few years of marriage."

His heart beats a little faster at her words. She's very specific. She wants a man who will love her and be a good father. What else could this feeling be? His interest in her becomes more than curiosity. His gaze does not leave her.

"And how many are your suitors fit those requirements?."

She takes a moment, "So far... no one."

Jacob pauses and considers his next words. He can't believe what he's about to offer... he is stunned by his desire to be the one she wants. And she is just his type... not only is she utterly gorgeous, but she has such a strong sense of who she is and isn't interested in the wrong people... she wants a young man who wants to marry her and have a family with her.

He looks over at her, "Well, perhaps I could fit those requirements."

She looks over at Jacob and gives him a smile. "I didn't catch your name."

Her smile makes his heart skip a beat. He feels his face get warm, and he forgets that he never actually introduced himself to this woman. He quickly collects himself and gives her a charming smile of his own before holding out his hand.

"My apologies, my name is Jacob Frye... It is a pleasure. And you are...?."

"Katherine Winchester." She introduces herself.

He takes her hand and gives them a gentle kiss. "Katherine Winchester... what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

She smiles at his gesture. "You're very charming, Mr Frye."

He can't help but smile at her response. He knows he is charming, but her words make him want to be charming to her all night long.

"Please, there's no need for formality. Call me Jacob... and may I ask, how old are you?."

"19." She answers.

There's a moment of realization from Jacob. He is a few years older than her, but she still seems... perfect. In every way, she is exactly what he would want.

The way her voice sounds as she speaks. The way she stands. The way she looks in her dress... she is stunning, and everything about her, everything he looks for in a woman.

"You're still young... and very attractive." He tells her, "I don't understand how other more suitable suitors haven't made more of an effort to be with you."

Katherine smiles, "Most men are afraid of strong minded women, and some men don't like a lady who is... pure. Innocent. Inexperienced."

His mind is filled with very impure thoughts. She is quite innocent and inexperienced... but he can't help but be intrigued. He wants her for himself.

He scoffs, "What a ridiculous notion... there is something much more intriguing about a woman who is pure and innocent."

She chuckles softly, "You'd be surprised how most men don't want to wait until marriage to be intimate."

He can't help but smirk. He finds her innocence and inexperience very... attractive. "I suppose I can see how some men don't want to wait... a woman as fine as you deserve a man who will cherish her properly."

Katherine smiles at his words. "Sounds like you're trying charm me, Jacob."

He can not deny it. He is trying to charm her. He leans in closer. "And if I am? Would you not want to be charmed by me, Katherine?."

"I didn't say I didn't like it. You're the first to charm me and not take me to a backroom." She teases.

He grins. This woman is certainly something he thinks to himself. "Oh my... so I'm the first to not treat you as an object but an actual woman?."

She smiles, "That you are."

He keeps grinning. The only thought in his mind being, "Please let her be interested in me."

"I can assure you, I have no intention of treating you as anything other than a woman. A very wonderful, strong, and beautiful woman."

The music starts to play up again, "Well then, I'm sure you wouldn't mind we dance... Mr. Frye." She teases, taking his hand in hers.

He accepts her hand willingly and eagerly, with a charming smile. He chuckles, "I thought you'd never ask."

He takes her to the dance floor and places his other hand on her waist, holding her close against him.

They join the group of other patrons on the floor. Most of them older couples.

Now, facing each other, Jacob now has a full view of Katherine. Seeing every detail of her.

He gazes upon her. Her stunning face. Her gorgeous eyes. The way she holds her head up proudly. The way her dress fits her figure is just right. She is absolutely beautiful. He looks into her eyes as they dance across the dance floor.

She feels her cheeks burn red as he looks at her, "Now don't look at me like that." She chuckles, hiding her face in his shoulder.

Jacob laughs softly, feeling his heart skip at her shyness. He is even more attracted to her. "And how exactly am I looking at you, my dear?."

"Like you want to kiss me." She teases, "Like I'm the most beautiful thing you've ever seen." She tells him, feeling her face heat up.

He smirks, wanting to kiss her very badly. He tightens his grip on her waist just a little, pulling her a little closer.

"That is because my dear, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." He tells her in a matter of fact tone, "I could look into your eyes all night if you'd let me."

She laughs, "You're too charming, you know that?."

He grins and spins her around before bringing her back close to him.

"Some have called me charming before... but honestly, I can't help myself with you. You bring something out in me. You make me want to be more charming... more... everything."

Katherine wraps her arms around his neck. "Really?."

He gives her that charming smile of his as his hands wander to her hips, pulling her closer as he gently moves with the music. He looks into her eyes, completely entranced by her

"Yes... I've never felt like this before, not in all my life." He tells her, his hesrt skipping a beat, "You are different... you make me want to be more than just.... me."

She leans closer, her head resting against his forehead, then on his shoulder. "Every man in the room is staring at you." She whispers in his ear.

He moves one hand up to rest on her waist, while the other hand finds its way to the back of her head, gently holding her close. He takes a deep breath, taking in the scent and feeling of her closeness, before he speaks softly into her ear.

Jacob smirks, "Let them look. Because the only one I'm interested in is you, and you have my attention, all to yourself."

She moves to face him again. His hand is still on the back of her head. She looks at his lips, then back to him before leaning in.

He feels her breath on his cheek. He feels the heat coming from her. He feels how close her lips are, waiting to be kissed and to taste them. This woman, this gorgeous woman, has him completely mesmerized and under her control.

She looks at his lips once more before she leans in closer, their lips connecting. From across the room, Katherine's father, Nathaniel, sees the two dancing and kissing. He doesn't recognize the man she's dancing with, nor is he one of the suitors he picked out for her.

[assassinschaoticcreed]

Bless Arno’s heart on this one!

What would happen if Arno, completely drunk, allowed Jacob to cook, just to wake up sober to what once was a kitchen?

yes, Arno is a saint for being Caretaker #1 now since Evie cannot be. she's grateful to him everyday, and to make up for it sends him wine occasionally, hence leading to one incident where he had a wee bit too much to drink, and passing out in the living room. unknowingly to an unconscious Arno, a sneaky Jacob Frye thought he'd make himself something to eat...twas a big mistake.

Arno didn't wake up sober, the fire alarms woke him up and sobered him up--you know those skittish cats where loud noises make them jump and run around? that's what happened to Arno as soon as he was startled awake. smell of burnt plastic, something burning, and smoke wafting into the living room...he already knew Jacob was behind it.. the smoke was coming from the kitchen.

Arno runs into the kitchen. there's a grease fire in the sink, a giant hole in the microwave, inside the microwave is a burnt bowl with a spoon in it, Jacob was trying to make Ramen and seemed to forget to put water in the bowl--not to mention not knowing you're NOT supposed to put anything metal inside the microwave.

there's something splattered on the ceiling and walls, charred remains of cupboards, somehow the fridge is burnt and Jacob is standing in the corner utterly shocked himself.

Arno, trying to figure out how all of this could happen in a mere--half hour pass out time:

Jacob in the corner, also trying to figure this mess out:

Arno:

Jacob:

Desmond and Ezio, walking in on this mess:

[angel-tries-to-write]

Bisexual disasters

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Rating: General Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader (not quite, can be platonic) Word count: 1501 Genre: fluff

In Victorian England, people who love differently, aren't really welcomed. Thankfully, the Rooks have different opinions.

Underground London would always follow its own rules. What was forbidden among the upper class, was common in places like this. It also meant it was fun, because nobles rarely knew how to have fun. The clock in this bar was showing almost eleven in the night, but you knew the real fun hadn't started yet. That night you wanted to take it slow, so you were sipping your ale when the others switched to something stronger already. You were fine with what you had, after all you wanted to get relaxed, not wrecked.

Apparently Jacob had similar plans, though he already had whisky, he was sipping it much slower than usual. But what didn't change was a bunch of omnipresent Rooks surrounding him, though the closest spots were taken by enamored young women who looked at the Assassin with adoration, they were drinking in his presence rather than drink alcohol like everyone else. You could also notice a group of men by the window, they were whispering and watching the scene with amusement. You assumed they were making fun of the girls and their loud gasps every time Jacob was flirting with one of them. And the more drunk he was getting, the more flirty he would become.

Suddenly one of the men from the distant group stood up, emptied his mug and approached Jacob. You could tell he was nervous.

“Boss, may I have a request?” he asked and Frye looked at him for a moment, then smirked.

“Ask whatever you want, lad” he answered and the poor guy got even more nervous. You observed it with curiosity.

“M-may I ask it privately? I mean, I...” he sighed. “I've lost a bet and I need to do something, but I don't want to lose my place among the Rooks” he explained with cheeks redder every moment. Jacob stood up and came close to the lad, then pulled him out of the prying ears. They talked for a brief moment, then Jacob approached the group by the window and he was rather upset. You had left your spot and moved closer to them, so you would be able to hear what they were talking about. The gang leader leaned on the table and looked at the young men.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, boss! We just wanted him to do something and confront his fears. We had no ill will, we swear, Rook's honor!” said one of them and the others nodded vigorously. Jacob looked at the lad, seeking for confirmation in his face. As soon as he had found it, the Assassin stepped back from the table, pulled the man close and kissed him shamelessly.

You couldn't believe your eyes. That huge flirt and womanizer was kissing a man. Unbelievable. But the more shocking was that no one around them actually cared. The guy's friends were shocked, but not offended, they were more surprised than disgusted. You couldn't take it anymore, you needed to leave, now. The sound of your chair moving rapidly drew more attention than Jacob's action, but you couldn't care less. You stormed outside, not bothering if someone saw you or not, you needed some air, you needed to calm down. Your head was spinning, your mind was a mess, and you didn't know what to think anymore.

Suddenly you heard footsteps behind your back, but you didn't turn around to see who it was. It's not like you had to, Jacob revealed himself pretty soon, when he called after you.

“(Y/n), what's wrong?” he asked. You didn't answer, only started to walk faster, then run. “(Y/n), wait!” he ran after you and soon he grabbed your hand, stopping you. “What happened? Why are you running away?” he asked, trying to understand what was going on.

“Why did you do that?” you asked instead.

“(Y/n), I...”

“Why would you do that? And so casually, like it was nothing, when we both know it's a big thing! You were not supposed to do that, then why did you do it?” you kept asking, not noticing the raise of your voice.

“What's gotten into you?”

“Just tell me. Please.” You looked at him with desperation in your eyes. You needed to know the answers.

“I just felt like it” he shrugged. “The boy is cute and he really should stop overthinking stuff.”

“Are you... do you... like... uh...” you tried to ask but the words kept stucking in your throat.

“Do I like men? Honestly, I don't know. It's all so wrong and messed up. But I think I do. And I like women too. It's confusing” he confessed. “But why did it upset you?”

“I'm sorry. It's not about you, it's about me” you admitted.

“What do you mean?”

“I... I understand this confusion. I've been feeling it my whole life. I like men, but there was always something drawing me to women either” you confessed and you could see Jacob's face changing from concern and confusion to understanding and relief. “When I saw you kissing that lad, I just couldn't take it anymore. All those feelings I've been trying to hide and get rid of through all my life just overwhelmed me.”

“Come here” Jacob opened his arms, offering you a hug. You hesitantly accepted his offer, but soon you had found peace in his embrace. “You have no idea how much it means to me. I have never met someone who would feel like I do.”

“Neither have I.”

“Can we go back to the pub?”

“Yes. I think I owe everyone an explanation.”

“Good point.”

You came back to the place you had left and the first thing you did was to find the lad Jacob had kissed. When you saw him miserably drinking his ale, you nearly ran there.

“Hey, I just wanted to say sorry for storming out like that. I can imagine you might have thought that it was your fault, but I swear it wasn't. You just helped me understand something about myself” you said smiling sheepishly and the guy smiled with relief.

“It's alright, miss (y/n). The Rooks have a lot of space for people who love differently and that's why I love this gang. So many people who don't judge and just let us be ourselves... It's nice”

“It is. But until tonight I was convinced I would always have to hide who I am”

“You have nothing to worry about” the lad's friend spoke. “In this gang either are the ones who love differently or we fully support those who do. Even the boss.”

“What do you mean?” you asked

“Jacob is not very discreet. It wasn't hard to figure out that he's into men as well as women. Of course, no one speaks loudly about it, but no one judges as well. You either accept it or leave the Rooks. That's a rule.”

“I'm surprised it's commonly known.”

“It is. Most of us are open about our preferences.”

“Well, I wish now I knew this earlier. I love like this either and I thought it's not something I should ever talk about.”

“We all did” some other guy spoke. “But once you're one of us, you can stop worrying about it.”

“Thanks.” You smiled with relief. After years of living in fear and shame, it felt nice to be in a supportive environment. You felt like you were freed from some shackles, and like you could finally be truly yourself.

A couple of days later, you were sitting in a pub with Jacob once again. But this time, both of you were having a great time, chatting about stuff. You were telling him a really funny story about one of your fights with Blighters, when suddenly you trailed off and forgot the rest of your words. Your attention was caught by a gorgeous woman, who's just entered the pub and you couldn't help but stare at her. Until you realized Jacob was laughing at you.

“I see your new identity suits you well” he joked.

“Oh, shut it. Did you forget how you almost fell off the roof last week, when you noticed a cute girl on the street?” you reminded him.

“And you were laughing so hard that you almost fell off the roof yourself.”

“She wasn't even that pretty.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Me? Jealous? I think you've had too much alcohol.” You shook your head.

“Oh my... wow...” he said and you thought he was teasing you further, but you noticed him looking above you. When you turned around, you saw a guy undressing, as if he was preparing to fight.

“Woah, he's hot” you commented and Jacob nodded.

“Not as hot as the girl you spotted, but indeed, he's quite attractive” he admitted.

“Is this how our relationship is going to look like? Drooling over attractive people and comparing our findings?” you half joked and Jacob shrugged.

“Are you complaining about that?”

“Not at all. Actually, I quite like that. Cheers.”

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

How u doing! Do you still write fics/headcanons?

If so I’ve had this idea pop into my mind recently

Jacob freaking out while his girl is in labor And then getting drunk with his rooks to celebrate the birth of his baby?

Hi there! I'm so sorry for the delay in responding to this - it was sitting half-finished in my drafts for a while, but I finally had an opportunity to sit down and complete it! Hope you enjoy! ^_^

Jacob Frye - New Birth Headcanons

- Try as he might, Jacob Frye was never good at hiding his emotions.

- This meant that when he found out his beloved was in labor, he instantly panicked - first on the inside, but it quickly slipped out into the open.

- However, what he didn’t tell anyone was that a good deal of the panic and fear came from losing his own mother to childbirth - something he sometimes still feels like is his fault, despite having no control over something like that.

- And given that Evie was the only person present and available who was aware of Jacob’s most secret fears, she’s the only one who can console him and bring him down from his emotional high to some degree.

- But even then, he gets no catharsis until the moment he hears the soft wailing of the newborn babe from upstairs.

- It was a wonder he had any strength left in his legs, wobbly and achy from the tension he previously held in them, when he headed up those stairs to the bedroom he shared with his wife.

- And yes, the moment he saw she was alright and holding a healthy baby in her arms, he teared up a little.

- Here he is, actually a father now. This is real.

- He also privately swore to himself that he would try his damnedest to be the best father he could be.

- And when it came to the celebration of that birth? Hoo boy, the festivities happened on and off daily for almost a week. Toasting, singing, repeated congratulating - the works.

- Jacob was tempted to invite his Rooks into his home, but quickly realized how bad of an idea that was, so he chose to celebrate at the pub nearest to his house instead, just so he was never too far away from his recovering wife and their new baby.

- Of course, though, not too long after the birth, the baby ended up at the pub one afternoon with their father anyway...well, only for a very short time, before the mother showed up, incredibly miffed at Jacob spiriting away the child like that, while she was napping. (At least, he had the decency to leave a note?)

- She softened, however, when she saw how gently and kindly the baby was being treated as they were being passed around.

- Didn’t mean she still didn’t have a few choice words for Jacob, though - that frustrating, yet lovable man, who only innocently wanted to share his good fortune with his loyal gang. (Why is it always so difficult to remain angry with him?)

- That being said, Jacob better be careful not to bring anything up to her about having another child around the Rooks, because many of the gang members quickly discovered how much they loved the idea of being unofficial aunts and uncles to their boss’ child.

- Oh, wait...did Jacob let that idea slip out in a flirty comment to his wife, after having one too many drinks...?

- And did she actually coyly smile back in approval...?

- Well, guess the gang is going to get their wish after all. ;)

[quietwingsinthesky]

ac syndicate in particular is really well positioned to launch itself into a zombie apocalypse au. all you have to do is say that the shroud worked too well. that after a few days, starrick crawled up out of that chamber and went on to infect the first people he saw.

london’s a big city. a few people missing isn’t going to attract that much attention, especially if they’re the sort left on the streets at night for a walking corpse to creep up on and drag them back into an alley. it’s the eaten that are going to get eyes on them first, the ones that are left torn open and half-devoured. the twins get a little word from abberline, ‘someone’s mutilating corpses’, but no one can figure it out yet.

maybe the dead are docile during the day, from afar mistaken for staggering drunks. or maybe they’re only docile when they aren’t hungry, and they’re never full for very long. the point is: no one knows that something truly unnatural is happening until the people who were eaten start sitting up on their slabs, too.

there’s more of them. they’re hungrier. bolder. the police are going to be more likely to run than try to stop a mob of them. the people with means lock themselves down and hope the walls hold. everyone else better learn how to run.

jacob, who has been teaching the stand-outs among the Rooks how to move like assassins, starts teaching a lot more of them a lot faster. the roofs are safer than the streets, if you can move between them, but there aren’t going to be enough grappling hooks to go around. and this gang is held together by good opportunity and loyalty to the fryes as figureheads. when one of those falls apart, people are going to cut ties and flee. flee the city, if they can. if it isn’t already being locked down. the ones who are left are the devoted, and that’s a very dangerous position for jacob and evie to be in. those aren’t the kind of people you want to admit to starting this whole mess.

let’s say, it isn’t going to be headshots to take these things down. that’s not how the shroud works. it just makes them pick themselves back up again without the head. evie and henry figure out the answer: you have to make sure there’s nothing left to reanimate. the dead need to be burned and burned hot.

london stinks like a corpse itself. funeral pyres for the infected don’t make it any better.

but being infected doesn’t turn you right away. only inevitably. you live through the whole process and you keep living afterwards, just not as anything recognizably human. (starrick got his immortality. probably shouldn’t have messed with an artifact meant for healing another species.) so if you want to ask what do they do in the meantime with that suffering, the answer is that they wait until the next pyre is built, and then evie fixes it. for once, it’s her mistake she has to make up for. what else can she do? ask jayadeep to take the burden of that horror instead? ask jacob to kill his rooks who look at him with hope still in their eyes? she wouldn’t. and better her blade than a slow deterioration.

jacob’s got his own ideas for handling the dead: gather a mass of them to chase him into a building—a church, a hospital, a factory—and it’ll be worth potentially losing a city block if he can burn enough of them inside. the trick is not getting caught. and in getting out before he catches fire, too. he’s not always that lucky, and evie gets good at treating burns. at least those can’t be mistaken for potential infection.

[aiza-luna]

Assassin's Creed - Syndicate Drabble: Nightly Chat

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"You know? Maybe my stay in London won't be so bad after all..."

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Hello, Hello, everyone! This is Aiza here, once again, this time, bringing something a bit different... A little draft I did of my AC: Syndicate AU and showing a bit more of my OC for the game! I hope you guys enjoy it since is my first time posting a small writting of mine, here! 🥹🩵

Without further ado, let's go!

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The darkness of the London's sky was comforting... At least at that moment. The cool breeze hitted her face, moving her braid softly against the wind.

Her dark copper hair glowed under the faint moonlight that timidly shined through the dark clouds. The weather was always so dark, so cloudly... Was it because of the constant smokes coming from the factories? Or simply the natural disposition of London's climate? She couldn't tell...

She kept cleaning her blade. The red hankchief she carried helping to hide the blood trail. The silver-colored weapon returning to it's shimering with every stroke she performed in it.

"... Y así pasan los días

Y yo desesperando

Y tu, tu contestando

Quizás, quizás, quizás...

... Estas perdiendo el tiempo

Pensando, pensando

Por lo que mas tu quieras

Hasta cuándo, hasta cuándo..."

The woman started to hum idly as she completed her task, her voice was of a Mezzosoprano tone, singing in a melodic but quiet pace.

So immersed on her work, she didn't noticed the light steps approaching her by her back in the cold rooftop. And she would have imediatly draw her blade on the stranger's throat, if it wasn't for the voice she quickly recognized.

- What are you doing here, little Hoopoe? - Spoke a male voice with an english accent, to which made her lower her guard and turn to face him. She looked a bit startled, and annoyed, but relieved it was a familiar face.

- I just needed a moment for myself, Mr. Frye... - The Spanish woman started, raising an eyebrow at him. - ... What are you doing here? Do not tell me you were indulging on those pubs again. -

The woman asked, knowing the Assassin's habit of drinking with his gang members until the late hours. And considering their expantion over London has been quite succeful those days, she was pretty sure he had been out drinking.

Her only reply was a humorous laugh, as he standed besides her, looking down at her as she was sitted in the edge of the rooftop.

- Is that how you see me? As a drunk scoundrel that only 'indulges himself on those pubs'? I feel hurt. - Jacob asked with a sarcastic and playful tone, smirking as he watched the Spaniard's cheeks heat up and gain a faint shade of red, barely visible with her olive complexion and the dim light of the street lights.

- ... You know that is not what I meant... - Solange argued in a murmur, visibly embarassed to have possibly offended him and not following the proper politeness she was taught.

Jacob sitted besides her, taking a look in the view and then at her, before speaking again.

- And you still haven't awnser my question, little Hoopoe. - He pointed out, seeing how vague her reply was, and how strange it was to find her at that hour. It was usual for him and Evie to roam the streets at the late night, but Solange? She usually would spend her evenings indulging herself in those pompous (and awfully demanding) social events of the high-class.

- Wouldn't you preffer to spend your "time for yourself" in your aunt's estate? I believe a warm long bath and the bed of the guest's room would be much more enjoyable than feel the cold night wind while sitting in a dirty rooftop. - The British Assassin commented in a light manner, in his typical charming manner.

Always a charmer, always charismatic...

...Was he always like this? It was both irritating and heart-lighting... Solange envied how well would he take things. How he always had this smooth-talker way of dealing with everything. This captivating energy that neither She nor the Evie had.

- ... Believe me, Mr. Frye... Is nothing. - The Spanish Assassin commented in a serious tone, before sighing heavily. - Starrick's influence in the British court is more than we expected... -

She started with a more firm tone, making the British man frown besides her. - What did you found? -

Solange mimicked his face expression, looking at her blade.

- James Brownlow William Gascoyne-Cecil, the Marquess of Salisbury, is another noble that is joining the Templars. - The Spanish Lady informed, her expression more worried. - We also suspect Lord Wensleydale may be connected to Starrick. Not as a member, but as an ally... Two nobles and a Judge. -

The Assassin concluded worried, clearly impressed that would be more Templars inside the court than just the Earl of Cardigan.

- Starrick is securing his strings in the Parlament too. - Jacob concluded with a more serious and somber voice, the brunette only nodded.

- I believe Starrick also have plans for my uncle, Tía Desirée is trying to use that in her advantage to approach and discover their true intentions. - The Spanish Assassin explained her family's course of action, placing her red hankchief on her lap.

- But in all honesty? I just did not wish to take part in tonight's gathering...- She commented quietly, looking down at the streets. The other Assassin looked at her surprised.

- What? Why? I thought you enjoyed "spending the night dancing your fears always and hoping to find a gentleman to wed."- Jacob commented with a smile, remembering what he heard his partner-in-Creed commenting with her aunt while he and his sister visited their estate. Solange chuckled and held her hands together.

- You're correct. However, is not that I do not like the events, is just that... - The Spaniard started, but her voice died down, as did her gaze. Jacob looked at her, eager for her to continue her phrase. - ... My aunt was trying to find me another suitor. Edward Marjoribanks, the son of the Baron Tweedmouth. -

She revealed, sounding a bit more nervous. Jacob looked at her confused.

- Well, aren't those good news? - He asked, his voice still laced with puzzlement. - You wished for a suitor, doesn't that overjoy you? - The British asked, going straight to the point.

Sometimes, his directness was a bit disconcerting.

- Yes, it was... - Solange confirmed in a tensed tone, before she let out a deep sigh. -... I know I should not oppose to this, and heavens knows how lucky I am a man even try to show interest in me while being... Una defectuosa enferma. - She murmured the last part with bitterness, although despite being in her mother-tongue, by the frown on his face, it was clear Jacob had heard it as well, despite not understanding the words exactly, he could recognize the tone. - But I... I simply do not know. - The brunette concluded in agony.

Jacob frown, still not really understanding.

- You do not know if you wish to wed him? - He asked, and the girl nodded.

- Do not get me wrong, he seems like a good gentleman, but... I simply do not wish to marry him. - She stated in a sad tone. - I... I know a marriege with him would be of great help for the Assassins, and would help strenght our influence inside the Parlament, but I... - She started to explain her thoughts, until she was stopped.

By the Assassin besides her, that had a clear frown and a face of disapproval in his face.

- Oi! Listen to me - Jacob started, sounding weirdly serious. A jarring contrast of his usual carefree tone. - You do not have to marry some Boujee to help the Brotherhood! We can overthrow Starrick without locking you on a Marital Prison! - He stated. Despite his tone becoming a tid more playful in the end, she could still feel the seriousness of his words.

He mean it. He really meant every word he spoke... She didn't knew wether to feel touched by his concern for her opinion, or she pitied him for not knowing the prices of the high-class. Solange sighed once more.

- Mr. Frye, I appreacite your words, truly... - She started, her voice calm and collected as ever, despite her hint of sadness. -... But I know my responsabilities, as my status demand...-

- Solange. - He started, calling her by her name, knowing this would get her full attention. - Before being a Noble, before being an Assassin, you're a bloody person. - Jacob affirmed seriously, even if his tone was not harsh. But it was evident that he hated that.

He hated to see how much Solange would put herself down, beat herself for not fitting what was expected of her... And mostly importantly, he hated how she was ready to sacrifice herself to fullfil those expectations. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't.

- Please, listen to yourself. To what you are saying! Do you believe trapping youself to an unhappy relationship is worth it? We can fight Starrick, and we will free London. - Jacob said with confidence, as to inspire her. - You do not have to go to such limits for the sake of a "good alternative". -

She looked at him. For the first time, the honey-colored eyes met his hazel ones... And she smiled. A simple, timid but sincere smile. Despite the layers of make-up that covered her disease, her face seemed to glow in gratitude.

-... I can not run from courtship forever, Mr. Frye... - The Spanish Assassin argued, her tone sounding more soft, even relaxed, as she spoke now. Jacob smiled slightly, looking at the scenary.

- Why do you insist so much on this, Lady Cotoner? - The British Assassin asked, with curiosity in his voice. He knew noblewomen usually married off early, but the way she took it so desperatly, definetly felt a bit... Strange, to not say obssessive, to him. - Wouldn't you rather wait until our mission is over to look for a man to betrothed you? -

Solange's eyes quickly shifted towards the street, as she bit her bottom lip light, in a discreet nervous gesture.

- Yo... - She started, her tone hesitant and heavy. -... I'm not like the other ladies, Mr. Frye... - The brunette stated, her voice disappointed and quiet. -... I fear no men will desire to wed a woman like me, for something I carry. - She concluded in a short and simple manner, clearly not wanting to elaborate the topic further.

Jacob looked at her for a few moments in silence. He wanted to ask her more about this "thing" she "carried with her", but he could also feel how that bothered her... And he did not wished to make her uncomfortable. Specially at that hour.

- Lady Cotoner... - He started, his voice sounding understanding and sympathetic. - We may have only known each other for a few days, but, if I may say: I found you an incredibly capable and beautiful woman. - Jacob said, his tone full of sincerity and animosity. - I cannot imagine a man on his right mind, specially a noble one, rejecting your hand to be claimed. -

Despite their differences and personalities, Jacob admired Solange. The Spanish Lady was a kind, sweet soul as much as she was a deadly Assassin. Her devotion, her understanding nature, her curiosity... Jacob admired them. And he did considered the Spaniard a friend, despite not knowing if the feeling was mutual.

At his words, Solange looked at him surprised, her mouth slightly agape and her eyes bright in desbelief and flattering... Did he really mean it? She hoped, deep down, he did. That those weren't just words of consolation, but of sincere admirament.

Once again, she smiled a soft smile, a hint of blush in olive her cheeks by the flattering his words caused on her... Her expression softned.

- Thank you for your words, Mr. Frye... - She started, her elegant voice filled with gratitude for such caring words directed at her. Then, she stood up slowly, looking at the sky. -... We should better go, is getting late and we will continue our moviments early morning. - She stated casually, feeling the wind move her royal-blue coat and hood against it.

Jacob smiled, as he stood up, but he did not walked towards her.

- Will you meet us in the train? - He asked, already knowing the awnser. This was becoming a routine since they had defeated Keylock and as she introduced herself as another Assassin from the Spanish Brotherhood.

- Yes, as always. - Solange confirmed in a more content tone, standing in the edge of the rooftop, before turning slightly back towards him. - Oh, and Mr. Frye... - She started, catching the British's attention, as he raised an eyebrow, waiting for her next words. - ... I also find you a capable Assassin... And a great leader. - The Spaniard stated in a warm tone, smiling to him, as she said "Good Night" and jumped off to another rooftop, running and moving in the night swiftly as a shadow.

Jacob smiled to himself, feeling the familiar cool breeze of London, and the smell of heavy smoke from the chimneys as he watched her disappear in the darkness of the night . - Good Night, little Hoope. -

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✨ CREDITS TIME! ✨

Writting Inspirations: @nemo-of-house-hamartia @thatcrazycrowgirl

Images: From Pinterest.

Characters:

• Master Assassin Solange Cotoner (OC by Yours Truly 🩵)

• Master Assassin Jacob Frye (By Ubisoft)

Universe: Assassin's Creed Syndicate (By Ubisoft)

Themes: Nightly talk, friendly-chat, historical references, just two (future lovers) having a light talk, self-esteem issues hinted, begining of the Syndicate story.

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Thank you so much for reading! 🩵

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[protectxthem]

@madderbythesecond asked: The Morning After (Annabelle and Jacob frye if you are comfortable with that)

Send "The Morning After" to have my muse awaken naked and cuddled up to your muse after a night out drinking. Send "Spicy Morning After" to have my muse wake up from your muse doing sexual actions on them. | Accepting

Jacob woke up first, groaning and rubbing at his head. He sits up, looking around a bit, before relaxing when he sees he's in his bedroom. His sister was always busy with Henry, so it was like Jacob could do anything and get away with anything too. That included drinking a lot last night. He glances over and sees someone lying in bed next to him.

He leans over and his eyes go wide a a bit when he sees Annabelle. "Oh.. Oh no." He whispers, flipping the blanket off of him and falling to the floor once his feet hit the ground. He was a little drunk still and hungover too, so it made for him not being able to stand at first. He looks down at his feet and notices he's naked. His cheeks heat up as he finally gets his feet under him. He turns in a semi-circle, looking for their clothes.

He liked Annabelle, but he wanted to wait to sleep with her until they were both sure of their feelings and also after he told her father that he loved her. He walks over to the other side of the bed, before turning away to put on his pants. Once they are on he walks back over to her and shakes her awake, gently.

[cippicat]

Ok let's try

Altaïr and Malik wouldn't have social media, but sometimes they would appear on their children's Instagram stories. Sef once showed a picture of Altaïr holding his first granddaughter (and crying like a baby).

Maria would have only Instagram, where she would share workout reels, self-defense techniques, and a lot of photos kissing with her husband.

Giovanni and Maria Auditore would have a couple profile on Instagram. Uncle Mario would have only a Facebook page where he would share pictures of Montereggioni, and dogs.

Petruccio Auditore wouldn't be allowed to have social media until 16.

Federico Auditore would have only Instagram, where he would share little vlogs of his work life.

Ezio Auditore would use his Instagram page to flirt with his coworkers (Rosa, Cristina and Sofia). He would share his travels around the world with his friends Leonardo and Yusuf. He tried to share photos of Altair and Connor but they refused.

Claudia Auditore a page with more than 1 million followers. She would share videos of her model agency and makeup tutorials.

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway would only post some photos of the wild animals that he saw during his work as a forest ranger. He would also have a Skype page that he would use to communicate with his parent and grandparents, and Achilles.

Haytham Kenway would have any social media. He would appear in some photos of his wife Ziio's Instagram page (some sweet romantic photos...not camping). Ziio sometimes would share some photos about Native american traditions and recipes.

Edward Kenway would only use his Instagram page for memes. His wife, Tessa, would use Instagram to share photos of their dog Tatch and photos with her grandson as a child.

Jennifer Scott would use Instagram to share selfies and photos of the clothes she creates for her fashion agency. Her co-workers, Elise de la Serre and Aveline de Grandpré, would use their Instagram pages for marketing purposes with perfect stylish photos.

Shay Cormac would share photos of Ireland, some video about the maintenance of the Morrigan and some selfies with his son, Liam and The Finnegans. Shay would also share a trip with his son to Lisbon where they ended up into a monastery with some young nuns... and the rest is history.

Arno Dorian would use Instagram to post some dramatic phrases to his ex. But he would share photos on the beach to show that he is ok (and to flirt with Jacob). Sometimes he would share photos of his father teaching Léon how to fence.

Jacob Frye would share photos of his workouts with his friends the rook. He would also share photos of his father Ethan holding his grandson Emmett, and making funny faces. Sometimes he would post shirtless photos trying to flirt with Arno.

Evie Frye would share photos of her ghost hunting soirées, and some romantic photos with Henry. Sometimes she would share photos of her father teaching to young students.

Bayek and Aya wouldn't like social media. But they would have an instagram page where they do activism against the bad politics of Egypt.

Kassandra would share photos of Cephalonia, of Ikaros trying to court some eagles and some photos of her extended family (She and Alexios playing a prank on Stentor, and some sweet moments with Phebe and her adoptive parent).

Eivor would rarely post something; just a few pictures that she took of her traverls around the world, and some photos of Sinyn. She would appear in some photos of her brother, Sigurd.

Desmond Miles would post reels of him making cocktails and serving them to his clients. Edward and Jacob would be his best clients. Connor would try them and get drunk immediately.

Layla Hassan would have an Instagram pages where she would talk about her travels. She would collaborate with travel agencies to help people travel consciously.

“if the ac protags had instagram profiles, it’ll be full of photos of them at the gym-” WRONG. only jacob would do that (i was thinking ezio would too but i feel like his feed would just be flooded with pics of his lovely bf)

i hc that connor likes to post pics of food and nature. his ig account feels like a soft blanket and a warm hug. also!! he shares pics of cute lil animals on his story

feel free to add ur own headcanons!

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Intoxicating: Drunk!Jacob Frye x Reader

Merry Christmas! I hope everyone has a lovely new year!

So, I’ve never played the AC games but I have watched walkthroughs and have always enjoyed the games, but recently, I rewatched AC Syndicate and never acknowledged a growing obsession for the younger of the Frye twins. 

I have decided to do an imagine with this handsome and drunk man. The reader is an assassin moved after living in England and now lives in America, but has come back to London after letters from Henry Green. Enjoy!

This wasn’t the first time you had seen him drunk. And the very first time you had witnessed it, it wasn’t as disastrous as this.

You had joined the London brotherhood after receiving urgent letters from the only assassin in the capital, Henry Green months ago from America, begging you for your return with the chaos and downfall to the Brotherhood and lack of potential help whilst Templar control took over.

You were urgently more than pleased to return back to the country you had been raised in, but after being moved to America with your attention, you didn’t think you would ever come back.

You were more than surprised to see that you were not the only assassin who had received the message, and upon arriving in London after years of being away, you ran into twin assassins; specifically, you had remembered their decease father and his work.

Little by little - and with the naive plan to start their own gang - you took back London and the boroughs, all with thanks to the increasing recruits of The Rooks.

Bit by bit, you were just as adamant on gaining control against Crawford Starrick and Starrick Industries.

After being in London for a few months and getting used to the English weather once again, it was amusing regarding working with the Frye twins at first, and how differently they behaved from one another.

Evie the oldest was the more serious and studious to her brother, carefully plotting out missions with patience and steadiness. You were at first wary working with her but found that she was caring and thoughtful, thinking to the people and children that lived in orphanages and working in gruelling conditions.

And then there was the youngest, Jacob. Where do I start with him? He was certainly more head-on, - like a bull in a China shop you remember Henry Green quoting - brash yet with an oh-so-charming personality. 

You had been blessed (you could call it that) to work with him on missions in both assassinating templar leaders and gaining control over gang territories, and in those many times you had, you had almost been killed from his audacious behaviour.

After hearing of another successful gain from The Rooks in claiming a full borough with so little casualties, everyone who had been recruited had gone out on a night to the pub, and after promising to ring up Jacob to Evie, you were more than terrified in knowing what you would find upon your arrival.

Getting to the Duke of York pub was easy, thanks to the noise of drunken men loitering around both inside and outside, the men and women were loud but pleased in seeing you here with them.

It was amazing to see how these people were so loyal to both Jacob and the assassins, and it amused you, to say the least how Jacob was so charming to rouse the restless.

Speaking of the assassin, you hadn’t spotted him entirely too quickly, but with some quick nudges from some of the men you knew that they had spotted you in here, you were quick to find his location.

He was situated and crowded around a bunch of men, chugging ale and lager and all sorts of disgusting beverages down in a gambling game, those gathered and cheering Jacob and the man he was competing against.

You took a glance at the number of pints they had emptied, and after asking a female rook for the reason behind this, she had told you that the boss was interested in trying to boast to everyone about how much he could guzzle without even feeling tipsy.

You were not that surprised in finding out how much of a light-weight Jacob was.

“Mr Frye,” Your voice brought those around you to turn to look on you, glazed eyes humming in your presence, “ how pleasant it is to see you this evening.”

His appearance could’ve been mistaken for his normal messiness, his top hat barely sitting properly on his head, collapsed in his seat with his clothes looking slightly more disorderly than usual; as if he had been trying to take layers off but gave up.

“Miss Y/N, how lovely to see you at this hour.” Jacob’s words didn’t slur, but from his body language, he was barely even able to keep his head up, slumped against another male rook to his left. “I would’ve kept some lager for you… but it seems I drank it all.”

“No need, I’m here to pick you up and take you back to your sister. You have some discussions with her on a particular mission tomorrow, and I’m sure she’ll be most… abjured by your appearance.”

“Yes, yes, less talking about my sister, I’m just happy to see you here. Can it not wait longer? James and I were going to participate in a shooting competition, we need someone to keep track of points.” The assassin groaned, trying to pull himself up as he slouched his ale around the table.

Heavens no, an abbreviated Jacob with a pistol are two of the last things to be mixed together. You dreaded, leaning over the table surrounded by others, and successfully prying the pint glass out of his grasp.

Jacob made a sound similar to a kicked puppy: a low whine sounded from the back of his throat, as he tried to grasp back at his drink taken, his beautiful hazel eyes wide in desperation. “But Y/NNNN-”

“No buts, come, I don’t want to drag you out in front of your rooks, do I?” You questioned, your voice trying to hide the amusement over the current affair.

You heard around you the snickers of other men, some taking side glances and whispering to one another not so quietly, all delighted by the entertainment. Choosing to ignore them for now, you could only imagine that it was just drunk men happily watching a sober assassin try to move one of their partners.

Jacob let out another whine, one you had heard many times when he was wrong in comparison to Evie; a sound of defeat. “Fine, you’re starting to spend too much time with her, I say. I do need to get up anyway, been dying for a piss.”

“Charming Mr Frye.” You mused, taking a step back to watch as Jacob attempted to climb over the other Rooks from his corner of the room, hearing the sounds of others groaning and trying to not be trampled over.

“Miss, will you need any assistance taking the boss home?” You turned to see two larger men you were familiar with in assisting in gang wars with Jacob; men twice as tall and beefer than the canned preservative.

“No need gentlemen, how bad can it be dragging him back?”

-

You watched the drunken songs being sung outside and inside the pub you had stepped out from, the night air nipping at your skin and face as you buddled up, watching as some sort of bodyguard as Jacob did his business in an adjacent alleyway.

“Come now, spill it out, how much did Evie pay for you to come to see me like this?” Jacob’s voice carried itself through the alleyway out into the open air you were standing in.

“Nothing, I have seen you in this state before. Just… not so bad.” You eyes glanced to the stumbling, a mutter of a curse word under Jacob’s breath as he stabilised himself with a hand to the wall for balance. “Does she usually pay those to see you like this?”

“Hang on, when did you see me like this the first time?” Jacob retorted dryly from the darkness. “The drunken bet, were you fought some men in the streets shirtless? I saw you run past.”

Jacob made a noise of a chuckle, zipping up as he turned to look back on you. “You were impressed weren’t you?“ He grinned, and even in this light with little of the streetlights dimming, his hazel eyes shone more like coppers mixed with brown.

“Hmm, not in the slightest.” You laughed, earning a pout in return to your remark. Jacob whispered something along his breath, too softly spoken for you to hear that he had asked you something else, maybe in regards to that evening?

“Come now, you’re freezing.” He stated, pulling away to stand away from the wall he pissed against. You noted he seemed to know where he was going, the alleyway was always a shortcut he knew more than you, but you were getting used to being in alleyways late at night.

“I’ve been worse Mr Frye-”

“Jacob. Stop with this politeness. You’re not in front of Evie or even Greenie.” His voice was low on him, lower and more sultry as if he was putting it on for effect for you.

You smirked and rolled your eyes when you took you aside to a different corner, taking your hand into his, and breathing over them to keep them warm. “I appreciate the offer, Jacob, we’ll be back on the train if we hurry up.”

“What is there to hurry for? For me to be nagged at when I return?” You knew that smirk he put on when he wanted his own way, his charm-factor had risen into the hundreds just so he could get you to not resist.

“Wouldn’t you want a little fun Y/N? The night is still young.”

His face hung lower to your own, and from this angle, you could see just how much his pupils had blown wide, some sly look waiting and bubbling in those eyes.

You hummed in thought, it wouldn’t hurt to just spend a couple of minutes away without having to return to the train, right?

You looked at him, neither one of you budging to break eye contact. “You can start by attempting to warm me up.”

“Oh, I can think of many ways of doing that.” chortled Jacob with a purr as he blew wind just below your ear, taking you to his chest as he wrapped the outside flaps of his coat around you in an attempt to keep you warm.

Facing inwards to him did keep you protected from the cold, and you wouldn’t deny that you did enjoy the feel of being this close to him. You could smell the ale strong on his breath, mingled with something muskier but mild to not make you turn your nostrils up at it.

“Is this helping?” He whispered close to your ear, keeping you taut in his arms, “Or do I need to resort to other solutions?”

“I’m sure there are ways of keeping me warm back on the train, hmm?” You suggested, pawing at his torso with needy fingers. “A nice cup of tea, and blanket? Maybe if I don’t tell on you, you can be my little cupbearer?”

“You can always give me an… reasonable reward?” He purred, nipping at your earlobe. “Something that we’ll keep the both of us warm?”

Your body was flush to his, his body leant into you and you have to keep him up. You were enjoying the thrill of hiding from his Rooks, the thought of being caught with their boss was something you couldn’t help indulge on.

“Hurry up then and we can get to the train quick, without me having to drag you all around London.”

“Okay love,” he sang, “as long as I get to have you as soon as.”

-

You heaved and pushed an unconscious Jacob onto his own bed, holding yourself up as you tried catching your breath. After passing out and having to attempt to make a return, you had to resort to taking a carriage and ride him back inside of it.

You didn’t want to imagine the possibility of the police catching you in the act of kidnapping a drunk and unconscious man and throwing him into a carriage, you wouldn’t have been too pleased in having to run faster than them.

You groaned heavily, moving to Jacob’s side as you jabbed him, resulting in the groggy man muttering nonsense to you about trying to stay awake.

You even managed to hide him away from Evie– ooh the nerve of this man! He had to make it up to you in some way-

“Up with your arms sleepy head.” You had successfully pulled at his jacket and tie, trying to throw off his shirt as he tiredly lifted his arms up.

“Hhhgh, Y/N– keep me warm,” Jacob muttered in gibberish, swaying from side to side as he tried to grab at you with a hand. You were too quick for him, leaping out of his way as you grabbed at his hat and threw it to the side.

“I think that’s the point Jacob, you should be keeping me warm.”

“But love, I can’t if you’re not here.” He threw himself back onto the bed, eyes just wide enough that you could see the puppy dog eyes come out. 

“Come here.” He patted the available space next to him.

“Jacob, you’re not that drunk to know from your lefts to your rights, so you’re certainly not that drunk to— hey! Hands off!” 

In the knick of time, Jacob had once again grabbed at you whilst you were speaking, throwing you with his hands around your waist as he threw you back onto the bed, him following soon after to throw himself on top of you.

“Shut up love.” He gruffly spoke against your neck, pressing hot kisses into your exposed skin, hands not seeming to stop in moving over you.

“Jacob, god sake, you can at least kiss me if you’re going to tease me.”You whined, throwing your arms around his neck as you initiated the kiss by pulling him back up to meet you in a feverish kiss, tongues and all.

His sideburns were wispy and ticklish along your cheeks, but you didn’t care, running your fingers in his hair and gaining a stifled groan from him.

Your hands explored his exposed body, fingers dipping over his back muscles, pulling him closer to you if possible as the two of you didn’t break from kissing one another.

“What time did you say you had to go out tomorrow morning?” You gave enough space to ask him, his own lips moving back down towards your neck as he unbuckled the front of your corset and shirt with fumbling fingers.

With a cocky grin, the assassin on top of you looked so predatory above you, with lustful eyes that made you think that he was never to begin with drunk, or the soberness was kicking back in.

With a lick of his lips, his natural charm returned, never failing to make you swoon and your knees buckle.

“I won’t tell Evie if you don’t get me in trouble.”

[jacobandevieforever]

Queen Victoria’s Golden Jubilee

*Jacob and Evie stand in the crowds watching the Queen drive by*

Jacob: *raises bottle of beer* God queen the save!

Evie: *annoyed* Jacob how much have you been drinking?

Jacob: *slurring his words* Just a little in honor of the queen.

Evie: You should have stayed sober for such a momentous occasion!

Jacob: *looking very serious* But, someone’s gotta drink to her health! How do you think she managed to live this long!

Evie: *exasperated* You’re drinking habits have not kept the queen alive all these years!

Jacob: *Takes a swig of beer* Best not to risk it!

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

“I don’t feel like a failure, a mistake for once in my entire life and you’re the reason of it” with Jacob Frye. You can do it as a reader insert or with Magnolia. I like her. She’s a good partner for Jacob. I’m studying journalism myself, i hope that i can be like Magnolia one day, who doesn’t stop in her search for the truth. Keep up the good work and stay safe.

(Thank you so, so much for your kind words, @siofra3448​! Magnolia means so much to me, so I appreciate your thoughts on her more than you know. Also, best of luck to you with your pursuit in learning journalism, and you take care as well! <3)

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A stunned Magnolia watched as Jacob tossed the empty beer bottle aside after he finished his monologue. She wasn’t sure what she was more unaccustomed to: the emotional way he was speaking, or the fact that he looked like he was about to cry.

“Jacob, you can’t surely mean that-”

“-I do!” he exclaimed. He then closed his eyes, shushing himself, before scooting closer to her.

“Nolie,” he rumbled lowly as he held her face and stroked her hair as gently as he could manage, “Nolie, Nolie, Nolie...I’m drunk, this is true...but I’m also speaking the truth: I need you.”

[cippicat]

Let's try writing a modern AU

So

Shay is married with Liam' sister, Caitlin O'brien. They have two children: Liam Monro Cormac, named after his godfathers Liam and George Monro, and Saoirse Cormac.

Shay works with Haytham Kenway at the New York university. He sometimes took his children with him.

Liam Monro doesn't like Haytham very much because Haytham once had a fight with uncle Liam.

Haytham believed that uncle Liam was flirting with his wife, Ziio, during a party. Actually, Thomas Hickey put something in their drinks and, basically, everyone was drunk, except Edward (and strangely Jacob Frye who had to carry his father Ethan back home).

Saorise likes Haytham because she has a crush on his son, Ratonhnhaké:ton.

Ratonhnhaké:ton, or Connor, grew up with Shay's kids.

Ratonhnhaké:ton also has a crush on her but don't know what to do. His grandfather tried to teach him something about women but he failed, and was scolded by his wife Tessa and daughter in law.

Ezio, his best friend, decides to intervene to bring them together. With Altair and Desmond's help he basically lock Ratonhnhaké:ton and Saoirse togheter into a storage 😅😅😅.

After 1 hour they found them snogging.

When Shay and Haytham found out that their children were having a relationship they almost had a simultaneous heart attack. Liam fainted 🤣.

Caitlin was over the moon.

Ziio also was overjoyed but started sharpening her knife to question the girl. Her mother in law did the same with her 30 years ago.

Auntie Jenny is thinking about their wedding (mostly to annoy her brother)

Actually maybe Cormac!reader is a funny concept because then I get to do this in the wip