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amariyad · 23 hours ago

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⋆˚࿔ illicit affairs ; ac:syndicate

sum. an argument with the most irritating assassin in london leads to far more than you expect... 18+ FIC; MDNI pairing jacob frye x secretary!reader w.c. 2.4k content warnings. 18+ mdni, fem!reader, porn with the barest whiff of plot, pre-established working relationship, boss/employee dynamic, dirty talk but make it 1800s, oral f. receiving, fingering, allusions to penetrative sex, pain kink m. receiving, Jacob Frye is a mouthy bitch, inappropriate use of desks, sex as a substitute for arguing, weird ass pov that's a mix of two povs, i wrote all of this shit and didn't actually have him put it in- author's notes. soooooooo. after sitting on this for like. what 4 months? i finally decided to post this. i hereby christen this blog as Fucking Horny. the most love and adoration to @sun-snatcher for putting up with this entire au, proof reading this and being the reason i have spent 4 months in AC hell <3 ty wishie have fun with val kilmer <3

In the reel and sting from being slapped, Jacob Frye realises two things in quick succession. First, that your anger extended to his sister too, as you’d taken off the welcome-to-the-Rooks ring Evie had gifted you all that time ago.

Second, he was hard.

The third realisation, more delayed than the other two, was that you were so angry you had started shaking, and that he found you even more attractive than twenty minutes ago when you had first started yelling at him. The what and why of the scenario had slipped his mind. Because of you.

Firstly, again, you slapped him, and secondly because you, pretty little secretary slash accountant you, were standing before him frazzled, shaking, panting in anger. He, for all his bowing and kowtowing and calling himself a gentleman, could not pull his mind from the gutter. Thus, the problem in his trousers. Definitely not from the sensation of you hitting him. Of course not.

It's been silent for too long. He’s staring, cupping the side of his face you attacked with the opposite hand. Anger slowly cools into anxiety because good Lord above, you just slapped your employer - though Jacob certainly deserved a good beating for every single point that you’ve argued against him.

The over recruiting, the betting and boozing, not to mention how expensive it's becoming to outfit all his damn Rooks to fight. Knives and guns and does he know how much they're spending on green dye for those stupid coats per month? He’s silent, still staring, and then.

“God, you’re irritating, aren’t you?”

He watches your hackles rise back up in disbelief, anger igniting across your face, about to let loose a what does that even mean; then surges forward to grab your face in both hands and kiss you.

You freeze, but Jacob doesn’t even have time to wonder if he’s misstepped before you’re clawing at him. Hands grab at hips and napes, your hand cards through his hair and knocks his cap to the floor, while he gets to revel in the fact that he’s finally scored a point in one of your many bouts.

But this is not a lovers kiss, and he does not kid himself into thinking it is.

The tangle of the two of you is not passionless, far from it. There are the telltale sighs of you losing yourself, instances in the infinity you seem to kiss him where a touch seems soft, a moan seems loving, but in the moments you part, you transform.

You snarl, you bite his lip. Soft touch becomes bruising, a tender hand becomes a yank to his hair. You kiss him like you want to rip the tongue from his mouth.

He’s kind of in love with it.

You don’t let him get more than an inch ahead of you in this great (perceived) race to put the other in their place. Giving as good as you get, you think, especially with how warm the room’s become, both your neck and his starting to heat with sweat.

He’s pressed against the far wall and your hand just barely brushes his crotch as it roams down his abdomen. To be honest, you were mostly trying to reach behind him to pay him back for swatting at your backside earlier in the bout, but a win is a win. Especially when that win is Jacob Frye moaning, hard and hot in your hand through his trousers.

He breaks the kiss; his head tilts back, jugular exposed, panting hard as you grope him brazenly. You lean up to capture the pulse point in your mouth, but your prey is barely between your jaws for a second before you feel the vibration of his laugh in your teeth.

Your head snaps up to see something in his eyes you don’t expect. You daren’t name it.

“What?” It comes out as a snarl.

He laughs through his nose.

“Never knew you were this much of a fighter ‘s’all.”

Jacob’s voice is something much worse than lustful, even though you’re palming him, and he’s been skillfully undoing the buttons on your blouse without your notice. Similarly, he takes advantage of your slowed state, slowly tipping the scales back in his favour through walking you both backwards until you’re forced to perch on the edge of your desk.

Ever the distractor, he dips to the junction of your neck, breath hot on your pulse before you can even retort.

“You’d be a wonder in the ring darling.”

He kisses upwards to your cheek, tilting you slowly backwards, closer and closer to his goal.

“What do you say, eh? Get a few rounds in?”

Oh, he’s proud of himself for that one. You can see it in his smirk, the way it lifts to show teeth. The taunt, unfortunately, is your undoing. Definitely not his smile. But in the back of your mind, you don’t truly care about losing, not now. Not while Jacob is warm and alive above you, lips bitten and swollen, pupils blown wide, more dishevelled than you’ve ever seen. You’ve become prey now, and it's exhilarating.

You pull him to you by his shirt collar and Jacob can do nothing but laugh. You’re lifted into his arms easily, deposited on the desk, and for a moment his grip around your waist loosens. A crash comes from behind, you cry out, whipping your head around so fast he has to move out of the way or be hit by your hair. The idiot has swept his hand across the tabletop, sending ledgers, papers, pens and your oil lamp crashing to the ground.

“Frye, what–”

You’re shocked out of your daze, and he is at least good enough to at kick some of the broken glass out of the way, closer to the door. “We needed more room!” He says, almost insulted that you’re upset at his actions.

“But the lamp–”

“Write it off as a business expense.” He shrugs, then kisses you again. You bite his lip in response, his head rears back and he rolls his eyes. “Alright, I’ll buy you a new one.”

Jacob lays you across the table, after you’re plied with kisses enough to let him, stepping between your legs to hike your skirts up.

“Buy you whatever you want,” he grunts as clothed knee burrows between plush thighs. “You deserve it.”

“I do? I have- ah, there - I have been wanting to get some new things for the office.” You're trying hard to stay grounded, but he notices the way your voice pitches up at the pressure of him against you. He moves his leg so his thigh grinds against your core and you growl.

“Just for the office? Nothing pretty for the best secretary in all of London?”

The friction you’re finally able to gain from rocking against him sends your head spinning at the compliment, but you cling on to that still-seething core of anger, letting it smolder.

“Oh, ‘the best secretary’ is it? Just a moment ago I was a - what was it again? She-devil?”

He laughs at your mocking, then sucks his next portion of air through his teeth as your hand touches the bare skin of his waist under an untucked shirt, nails raking across flesh, and the kisses pressed to his jawline. “Well, it’s hardly incorrect, now is it? Wild thing, you are.”

At that, his coat is pushed from his arms and he can’t help but laugh again at your muttered I’ll show you wild, Frye. Another jibe gets him pulled in by his waistband to push your heat against his. A third gets him smacked again, this time for attempting to uncouple the front of your corset at the same time.

His cock throbs this time, and he curses your proximity. Watches as your eyes glimmer in cruel amusement as you feel the reaction against you, how your face twists to mock him.

Thank his lucky star you’re on his side. You look beautiful when you’re wicked.

“What’s this? Are you… excited about getting hit?” You breathe the words as if reciting a spell. Despite their reverence, your voice drips with condescension. He sputters in response, and you grab a handful of his hair, bringing him close. He can't meet your eyes, and you delight at the genuine blush dusting his face. “I think I’ve just figured out why you want me in that boxing ring so badly, Jacob Frye.”

For the first time possibly ever, you see Jacob positively bashful.

“You uh… you may not be too shy off the mark there, darling.”

You grin at his confession, rocking your hips with his. He hisses, then laughs.

“Alright, I deserved that. However may I rectify this… grave misconduct of mine?” He smiles, oh so coy and you roll your eyes in response, pulling back by a hair.

It's the first time in minutes your speech hasn’t been interrupted with kisses or insults. Jacob watches the gears turn in your head, when that wicked little smile quirks the corner of your lip again. The hand in his hair relaxes from gripping to pushing, down, down, down ‘til he’s propped himself on one knee and worked your undergarments out of the way, grinning like a madman all the way down.

If this is but a literal taste of what's to come, Jacob will savour every second between your thighs.

You don’t move your hand from his head, meaning he’s pushed to the perfect position to see the whole of you. Gazing up, Jacob realises sharply that you may be the most frighteningly beautiful woman he’s ever met. You are coolly determined to keep your head despite your blouse hanging half off you, corset uncoupled and your skirts 'round your hips. It’s so bloody attractive that he doesn’t even care he’s at your mercy at this moment. Through dark lashes, he regards you with admiration.

“Well? I’m waiting for my apology, Frye.” You goad, and he uses that as his cue to tear your underwear from your hips. You shriek, but all insults die on your tongue as his licks a long stripe up the seam of you.

You laugh almost in shock, leading horse to water. He starts as he means to go on, with fervorous, long strokes. Jacob has the courtesy to not detach his mouth from suckling at your bud to comment on the exceptionally enthusiastic responses he’s drawing from you while you take your pleasure from his ministrations.

He adds a finger, crooked and attempting to undo you, and he hums as your eyes flutter shut with a call of his name. A second causes your thighs to shutter his head, but he pushes them back open with naught but a smile, leaning back to drink you in.

“C’mon, love, keep 'em open for me.” It’s murmured, but heard regardless.

“Did no one teach you not to talk when your mouth’s full, Frye?” It’s meant to come out as threatening. Instead its breathless and wanting, with Jacob laughing as you force his mouth back to work with a heel between his shoulder blades. He offers a kiss to the junction of crotch and thigh, then to your clit, taking it gently between his teeth. You lounge back, spellbound enough to forget your anger for a time. Marvellous how a problem disappears when it’s smoothed over like this.

He goes and ruins it all by talking again. Initially it’s all mumbles you can barely hear over your own voice, something you’re only the slightest bit embarrassed about.

“Fuckin’ beautiful.” You keen at the praise, but in the absence of more you shuffle yourself back up onto your forearms. Looking down at him through your haze, you realise that Jacob has been muttering affections to your cunt this entire time, clearly not listening to your earlier admonishment.

“Are you insane?” You scoff.

He catches your eye and grins as he nips at the inside of your thigh, the action making you shudder as he rests his cheek against your skin. He looks, in this moment, so innocent, as if he hasn’t got two fingers hilted deep inside your heat; like he’s not the most infuriating man in all of London.

“Just getting introductions sorted out, love,” Jacob says, eyes not moving from where his fingers disappear inside you, and there must be something wrong with you, because there’s a hiccup in your heartbeat instead of a retort that there wouldn't be any repeat meetings. He presses an almost tender kiss to the top of your slit, and you can’t help but chase the view of him, pushing upwards so you’re resting your weight on your palms.

“Gotta loosen her up, yeah? You have to treat a lady right, after all.”

His breath is hot against your skin, and when he’s not holding your thighs apart his spare hand is put to work palming himself, committing every part of you to memory.

His muttering continues between kisses and licks, praising everything from your taste to the noises of your cunt, conversing with it. He looks insane. It’s unnervingly attractive.

You scold him, swat at his head when he bites gently a second time on your clit, but let your head fall back when a particularly artful crook of his fingers send your hips bucking into the free hand soothing them.

It’s soon after that Jacob sends you over the edge for the first time, and on the spot he realises he is obsessed with it. How you bend forward and gasp his name with none of the typical shock or irritation; just a pure cry of pleasure. Pleasure he wrought. Mouth open with a wide smile, like you're about to burst out laughing.

He’s trying to temper how proud of himself he is, when your shuddering ceases long enough for you to yank him upwards to kiss him. It’s still messy and full of teeth, but Jacob seems to have fucked some of the anger out of you, at least for the moment. He's almost content to pull back and leave you like this, more than happy to have seen this side of you, debauched and far removed from the prim and proper your ladyship he saw day-to-day.

And then your hands fumble at his belt, unable to concentrate for fear of loosing his lips against yours.

Well, in for a penny, eh?

He pushes you back - a little roughly, not on purpose - to look you in the eye. His trousers are by his knees, cock in hand, and yet he stops.

“You’re sure?”

You nod in affirmation, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. Jacob shakes his head.

“I need to hear you say it, love. Can’t keep going otherwise.” You give him a look, then realise he's not teasing.

The stillness brings the reality of what you're about to do into focus. You’re on a knife edge, here. Sure, what’s a bit of anger-fuelled kissing between co-workers, but this? This is a step above.

You bridge the distance, kiss him, slower than before. It feels like nothing and everything. It feels like words your brain isn’t even prepared to think. Your nose slots easily beside his as you pull away. You don't want to think about how perfectly you align with him without even trying, how easily you tune to each other's frequencies, how natural it is to soften and open for him. A tilt of your head, another kiss to the corner of his mouth, as you watch his knife-smile grow.

“Come on then, Frye. Show me what you’ve got.”

The consequences will cut you later.

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valenli · 2 years ago

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Jacob Frye x (Fem) Reader

Imagine you help patch up Jacob Frye after a fight club, but he confesses it was for good reason? (and it is your birthday no less!)

(warning: blood, stitching)

Jacob Frye, what a force of nature was he. Jacob was either the best person to be around, or he'd cause you to be behind bars. As his supervisor on the train (as demanded by Evie Frye) I'd often have to patch him up whenever I'd stop by Whitechapel to get groceries for the Rooks aboard the train. But this time it was different, I looked for Jacob left and right around the fight club but he was simply missing. This wasn't good as he could easily have lost to a templar crook and been dragged out, and seems my theory wasn't far fetched as when I walked around the alleyways I found Jacob surrounded by templars. I carefully hid behind some wooden crates and looked through my pockets for anything I could use, having only one smoke bomb, a cherry bomb, and a single throwing knife, I had to be creative. I could see at lease five men, one of them being the fight club champion. I decided I'd get them to separate, I threw the cherry bomb down the alley and got two to depart from the other three. I then threw the smoke bomb at the threw and one blade directly to the head of the fight club crook. I managed to strangle the two men and once the smoke bomb cleared I picked up Jacob by his under arms and dragged him to the nearest carriage. Some time passed before I got aboard the train and placed Jacob in the bed, looking through his injurys I found something in his pocket, a large amount of money, made sense why they wanted so bad. Soon I began stitching in the injuries and heard groans from the big man baby.

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Jacob had woken up with a big startled yet tired expression. I frowned softly, letting him know that I had been rather disappointed.

"the.. The coins! Where are they?" he exclaimed

"calm down your highness Frye, I have them put away, if you hadn't noticed we're safe in the train. Your welcome"

I sighed finishing my words and gently wrapped his arms in a bandaid. He calmed down and wouldn't stop looking into my eyes with that childish puppy eyed look he often gave Evie when talking about the rooks.

"whats the matter Jacob? Tell me would you.. I'm trying to finish up" I held his arm closely to my lap and put down the bandaid roll

"well I wasn't just beating away at those punks for my own entertainment, though it was quite fun I admit. I was going to get you something" he said smiling, I noticed the blood in his bottom lip and pouted. I got a needle and thread and got closer to patch the lip up. "well, what was your goal then? Mmm? Carry all of the rooks money so you could lose it all gambling away in that godforsaken fight club?" i said as I stitched his lips as best I could. Seeing his face red all over with his eyes blueberry colored wasn't something I enjoyed knowing I could've stopped it by telling him to stay put on the train.

"i was going to get you a gift, your highness Y/N. Not just any actually, buttt.. Oww, can't tell you now can I?" he smirked all smugly like the jester he can be sometimes. I knew asking him what it was would lead me to a cat and mouse game of words. I rolled my eyes and continued to patch him up in his arm with the bandaid roll, I could see in the corner of my eye he was looking at me still, waiting for me to speak. "look, whatever may be the reason for your foolish games better be good" i looked at him and frowned. Getting up as I finished helping me but I felt his weaker hand hold mine, I looked over slowly towards Jacob. A smile drew on Jacobs face as he sat up, "i think your the perfect reason to get beat up for, Y/N". I could feel myself get red on my face and I sighed softly. "look, your highness Frye. I'll let you go just this once since it is my important day, alright?" I smiled, deep down his ridiculous manner was to my liking. Jacob stood up as best he could and carefully placed his hand on my face, his hand was roughed up greatly but there was a gentleness that I felt in his hand, he smiled softly when I held his hand closer to my cheek. I could feel his lips meet mine as we closed eyes, after a minute or so I heard Evie chuckle softly. Jacob jumped and looked over.

"whatcha doin there Jacob?" Evie teased her brother, this was the first time she'd ever seen him kiss someone. He chuckled softly, "just wishing her happy birthday is all, why?". Jacob had a mission to get to it seemed, once Evie headed out. Jacob held me carefully, smiling, "seems as though the early morning crow has yet another fight to attend, Y/N" he kissed me once more, I kissed back and placed his top hat on his head, smiling widely. "you have a city to save my Jacob dear, you should get going" he walked out the door and followed to watch. He stood on the roof of the train. "happy birthday to the wonderful Mrs Frye to be" he said jumping away to his mission fast as the night

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thatcrazycrowgirl · 5 years ago

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A Pleasurable Distraction (Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader)

You’ve been tasked to write up a progress report, but an exhausted and work-frustrated Jacob has other ideas about how to spend an evening...

(A/N: This piece was inspired by this prompt (just with some slight scenario tweaking).)

Pairings: Jacob Frye x Female!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Mild Smut

Warnings: Mild Sensuality

Word Count: 2,189

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��How am I supposed to write a report on our progress, when there’s nothing to report?” you muttered to yourself as you skimmed over several papers in front of you. Evie had tasked you with adding any additional information about the elusive Shroud, but it was proving rather difficult, as you’d only been able to pick up on a few vague leads within the past few weeks. Nevertheless, Evie said that any scrap of information, no matter how small, was better than no information at all.

Fortunately for you, you finally had some free alone time that evening to work on your report. Jacob was out and about, doing God only knows what around London, so at least he wasn’t there to distract you. So, after taking a well-deserved bath and slipping into your nightclothes, you took advantage of the time you had and got to work.

However, you only had been at work for about an hour before you heard the door to the sleeping car open and the familiar sound of belts and weapons drop onto the floor. Those sounds alone instantly signaled you as to who had just arrived.

“Hey, Jacob,” you greeted casually with just a quick glance over your shoulder.

You expected a verbal response in return, however, the one you got caught you off-guard. Instead of a ‘hello’ back, you suddenly felt a dip of the bed and a somewhat heavy body half-lying on top of your back. The gesture was accompanied by an equally-heavy groan, making you pause in your writing.

“Hey,” you piped up gently, “you alright, love?”

He was unusually silent.

“Love?” you tried again.

“It’s been a long and difficult day,” he finally mumbled into your back.

While you still had work to get done, you figured you could at least spare a minute to hear the man out.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked.

He shook his head, simultaneously nuzzling his nose against you. “No. I just need to relieve some tension.” He then pushed himself up, so he was closer to your neck. After brushing your hair to the side, he pressed a few tired kisses to the nape and asked: “may I?”

You nodded. “Sure. I need to finish this, but do as you wish,” you consented, before returning your attention to the paper in front of you.

He leaned forward a bit more and kissed your cheek. “Thanks, love.”

You didn’t respond, but the gesture made you smile. As you continued to write down your notes, Jacob got down to his own ‘work’.

“You smell good,” he complimented softly as he breathed in your scent. “Did you just get out of the bath?”

“I did a while ago,” you murmured back half-distractedly.

He hummed in return, taking one more whiff of your clean skin before pressing a few slow kisses to your cheek. While he was doing that, you could feel his half-gloved hand sliding over your clothed bottom and down the back of your leg. But the moment his hand slipped under your nightgown and his exposed fingertips touched your skin, you jumped slightly, nearly smudging a half-written word.

“Ah! Your fingers are cold!” you couldn’t help exclaiming.

He chuckled softly. “Well, it is February, remember? So, a good deal of me is cold.” His voice then lowered and took on a more seductive tone as he added in your ear: “luckily, I have you to warm me up.”

You blushed.

“Well...if I’m just your blanket, shouldn’t I be on top of you?” you joked as you punctuated the last sentence on the page. You then set it aside before proceeding to write on a fresh piece of paper.

Meanwhile, Jacob was trailing kisses down your neck, making his way down to your clothed shoulder. “Mmm...later. Right now, I want you under me.”

Slipping his other hand underneath your body, he clumsily undid a few buttons on the top of your nightgown before tugging down the collar to reveal your bare shoulder. He then buried his face in it as he snuggled closer to your body. He breathed warm and soft groans into your shoulder, along with a few words that you couldn’t quite make out. Of course, you were only vaguely aware of what he was doing, as you tried to keep your focus on your report.

However, you soon felt a familiar, now half-hard bulge press against your left buttock and your breath hitched. You sometimes forgot how quickly Jacob could become aroused. You found that your concentration had begun to waver, and it only got worse when Jacob began to gently rock himself against you. His mouth, meanwhile, had returned back to your neck and now sucking a particularly sensitive spot, making you pause again. Closing your eyes with a smile, you momentarily allowed yourself to enjoy the feel of Jacob’s warm mouth and scruffy cheek against your skin. “Mmm...that feels nice.”

He gave a soft hum of approval in return, pleased to have finally gotten an actual response out of you. If he was expecting more, though, he soon found himself very disappointed, as you immediately returned your attention to your report. You couldn’t see the growing agitation on his face, so you had no idea how annoyed he was getting that you were more or less ignoring him, while he was trying to get a rise out of you.

It wasn’t until you heard him utter a harsh sigh a few minutes later that you knew something was up. Now jolted out of your concentration, you shifted your position slightly and looked at him over your shoulder.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, genuinely confused and quite concerned.

“No, of course not,” he responded in a curt tone. “Why would something be wrong?”

“You don’t have to get sarcastic with me,” you shot back, now sporting a glare of your own. “Now, what’s the matter?”

He sighed again, now with a mopey demeanor. “It’s just...here I am, trying to get you all hot and bothered, and you’re too busy staring at that page in front of you,” he pouted.

Finally understanding, your face softened. “Jacob...you know Evie needs me to write this report.”

“Couldn’t she just write it herself?” he mumbled, looking off to the side.

You ignored his words and shifted onto your side, so you could reach up and touch his face. “Besides, I said you could do what you wanted, remember? Isn’t that what you’re doing?” You offered him a small smile before turning back onto your stomach.

You had noticed that his face was a bit red, but the color only deepened as he confessed sheepishly: “yeah, but...I don’t want to cum alone, love.” Quickly leaning down to hide his face in the crook of your neck, he nuzzled it before pressing a kiss to your ear. “I want you to cum with me.”

As if hearing his needy tone wasn’t enough to make you want to forget about your work and give in, feeling his lips wrap around your earlobe certainly did. Hot, deep, breathy moans escaped the man as he sucked hungrily on your lobe. “Please don’t ignore me, love,” he pleaded, “I want you...” His hips were pushing harder against your bottom now. “I need you...”

For a few moments, you were so tempted to give in - but knowing you needed to get that blasted report written up, you attempted to do just that. However, your hand shook as you attempted to jot down a few more words, your handwriting becoming shakier with each letter.

“Jacob...I...mmm...just a second, I...I’m almost done...”

You tried to keep a steady tone, but you couldn’t stop moaning at Jacob’s attentions. He wanted you to want him just as much, and dammit, it was working. He didn’t just stop at your ear; knowing full well how sensitive your neck was, he chose to attack there again with a full onslaught of kisses and nibbles in all the right places. Not expecting the increase in fervor, your whole body shuddered, your shoulders shooting up and your hips grinding down against the bed in surprise and arousal.

“Ah! J-Jacob...”

“Hmm...you like that, don’t you?” he purred. “I know you want me, love.”

“I want you to stop being a distraction!” you sputtered, clenching your teeth to keep from keening at his touch. The grip on your pen tightened and your forced yourself to write, trying desperately to keep your head.

Jacob could see you were weakening, though, and once again, his hand slid under your nightgown. “Are you really so sure about that, darling?” he asked as his fingertips continued to brush up the inside of your thigh. “Because I have a suspicion that you’d much rather be focusing on me, instead of that silly little report my sister wants you to write.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

However, it wasn’t until his fingers reached your warm, damp core and he got full proof of just how much you really were craving him and his touch that you finally gave in.

“Alright! I give up!” you exclaimed, burying your red face in your arms in mock defeat. You then pushed the papers away, not caring that some of them fell onto the floor, and squirming a bit, turned onto your back. “Clearly you’re not going to let me finish this until you’ve had your way with me, are you?” you asked, looking up at Jacob with a smile.

“Nope,” he grinned. You could tell that Jacob was trying really hard not to look too smug at his victory as he leaned down to kiss you. To your surprise, though, the kiss was sweet and almost chaste - quite a contrast to his previous actions.

“But perhaps,” he then whispered as he pulled back and gave you a tender look, “you’ll have your way with me as well. My wish is your command.”

Your smile growing, you reached back and switched off the light. As the whole car was plunged into darkness, you slipped your hand behind Jacob’s head and pulled him down so you could whisper playfully in his ear: “my wish...is to finish my report.”

You could feel his whole body go limp in disappointment. “Fine,” he then huffed as he pulled away and shifted so he was sitting on the side of the bed. You couldn’t see his face clearly, but you could hear the pouting and frustration in his voice as he added: “finish your report. I’ll wait.”

His sudden change in demeanor surprised you. However, for a moment, you were tempted to do just that. Unfortunately, you were just as riled up as he was, and your body was begging you to let Jacob have his way with you.

“And besides...” you considered to yourself, “Evie isn’t expecting that report for a few days anyway...”

You smiled at that thought and sat up. “Jacob...?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he remained tensely sitting on the side of the bed, staring at the wall and trying to steady his breathing.

“Darling?” You tried again as you shuffled up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Seeing that he was still giving you the silent treatment, you decided to try and break him by whispering sweet words and little pet names.

“Love...sweetheart...dearest...”

Each word was punctuated with a light kiss to his neck, making him shudder and softly groan your name.

“Let’s be honest,” you then breathed hotly into his ear. “Neither of us are going to be able to wait in this state.” You then teasingly kissed his earlobe. “The report can, though.”

Jacob turned towards you a bit, and you could see the look of skepticism on his face, thanks to the dim light coming in from the only uncovered window. “Really?”

You nodded and pecked his lips with yours. “Really.”

To further affirm your statement, you took off his hat and tossed it onto the floor.

“Hey! My hat-!” he began, the action only spurring his irritation further. However, he never even got a chance to lean down to pick it up as the next thing he knew, you were groping at the lapels of his coat and pulling him back down onto the bed with you. He didn’t immediately respond when you began kissing him, but as soon as your lips found their way to his throat and you began to gently suck on his Adam’s apple, he was instantly back into the mood again.

“Y’know...you were a really bad boy, trying to distract me from my work like that,” you teased, darting your tongue out to lick to subtle moving bulge as he swallowed hard. “Something should be done to curb that behavior.”

He closed his eyes. “Mmm...what do you suggest?” he asked with a groan.

With a wicked smirk and a giggle, you replied: “I should make you write the report, all while I’m teasing you into a frenzy.”

Leaning down, he kissed you, finally smiling against your lips. “Hmm...if that means I’ll get your full attention all to myself, I might just be willing to do that.”

#this had been sitting in my drafts for like a month #I can't think of anything else to do to it so you y'all go XD #Jacob Frye #Jacob Frye x Reader #My AC Writings

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fanficsforheartandsoul · 5 years ago

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Tag list?

So I wanted to know... there were some people who wanted me to tag them with specific fanfics. Do people want me to tag them for certain characters in general? If so I’ll gladly create a tag list :)

If anyone is interested, I will write stories for these characters; in other words, I’ve planned/ I plan to write for these:

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Ahsoka Tano

Ben Solo

Darth Maul

Darth Vader

Captain Rex

Kylo Ren

Leia Organa

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

The Mandalorian:

Din Djarin

The Child

The Witcher:

Geralt of Rivia

Assassin’s Creed:

Jacob Frye

Evie Frye

Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor)

Edward Kenway

Alexios

Detroit: Become Human:

Connor

Gavin Reed

Final Fantasy 15:

Gladiolus Amicitia

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Prompto Argentum

Red Dead Redemption 2:

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Yakuza:

Kazuma Kiryu

Goro Majima

Bold: Characters for whom I already have a story in my drafts

What I’m writing right now and for what people already asked to be tagged in (I’m mentioning you guys just to make sure I’m correct):

The Dragonborn | M!Reader x Geralt of Rivia [The Witcher & Skyrim Crossover] (Oneshot)

Geralt and Jaskier meet a stranger in the woods while on the hunt for a special monster. They decide to team up but neither does Geralt realize that his prey is close to him nor does the stranger notice he's the one being hunted...

@yes-captainstark @stuckupstucky

A Strange Jedi | [Fem!Reader] (Series) | Part III of A Real Jedi

Y/N meets Adam Driver, an actor. The man knows things about the Jedi and the padawan will find out what he’s hiding. Only problem: He’s not really keen on trying to help her. So she takes matters in her own hands. Meanwhile, Y/N’s Master and Obi-Wan and Anakin are worried about her disappearance...

@infinte-exist-ence

The Master of Feelings | [Fem!Reader] (Oneshot)

Padawan Anakin is battling his feelings for Padmé Amidala. That's when he hears some rumors about a Jedi Master who can help with anything that involves feelings. He decides to pay Master L/N a visit to the dismay of Obi-Wan and the Jedi Council.

@cowboyenorgy

Enemies | [Fem!Reader x Darth Maul] | Star Wars

Y/N mourns for something she can never have but Maul won't let her.

If you want to be tagged in any of these or for any characters please send me a message or comment on this post :)

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angel-tries-to-write · 6 years ago

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Mother’s Love

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Rating: Mature Pairing: Jacob Frye x fem!reader Word count: 1864 Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

You’re Jacob’s wife, you both trained Jack and you both feel guilty and responsible for what he became. You have to deal with him and the trauma he caused you.

You didn’t know how much time had passed since your kidnapping, but you were almost convinced that the cold basement of Lambeth Asylum was going to be your grave. That you’d never see Jacob and your children again. That Jack would kill you to punish his former mentor. You were sure of it when the Ripper entered the cell he kept you locked in. You slowly stood up on shaking legs. If you were going to die, you wanted to die with dignity.

“Jack” you called softly, watching the man come closer. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Shut up!” he yelled at you, still getting closer.

“Would you really do that? Would you kill someone who treated you like a son? Who you treated like a mother?” his order scared you, but you kept talking. You came up with a plan, risky and crazy one, but you didn’t have much choice. You just needed to distract him.

“My mother is dead and it’s Jacob’s fault! And you never cared about me. You’ve seen only your perfect babies and their perfect daddy” he growled, his words soaking with venom.

“It’s not true, you know it. I was busy, I admit, but it didn’t mean I cared about you less” you tried to keep your voice steady and calm, but in fact you were frightened. Every moment could be your last, every moment he might lose his patience.

“Stop lying!”

“I’m not lying. I love you Jack. I always have and I always will” you said with your last strike of courage.

“No! You’re just trying to trick me!” he protested, shaking his head. Apparently that was kind of distracting him.

“I’m not, Jack, I’m not and you know it. You were to us like a son. To me, you still are. I don’t intend to hurt you, Jack. I love you, despite all these terrible things you’ve done” you felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes. It was killing you to not be able to go and save Jacob. It was a torture to see what Jack had become. You didn’t want to even think of what you had to do, but you had to keep calm and carry on.

“Spare me your lies. You can not love a monster” he barked and you gasped. Was it really what he was thinking? Oh, Jack, you poor little boy. You knew you had to do what you planned, but his statement made it even harder than it already had been.

“Yes I can. That’s what mothers do” you stated firmly. “You are not a monster to me, Jack. And you will never be. I might not have given birth to you, but it doesn’t matter to me” you reached out and quickly took the mask off, exposing his face, twisted in a horrifying grimace. But you showed no fear. You looked deeply into his eyes. The eyes of a madman. You caressed his cheek. “I love you, son” you whispered, pulling him in a tight hug before he could react. “I love you and I forgive you” still hugging him, you gently took a knife he had hidden in his belt. A trick you had taught him a long time ago, when you wanted to protect him. Who could know it would become his end. You sobbed uncontrollably as you thrusted the blade into Jack’s neck.

“You…” he choke, pushing you away. He gasped for air, pressing his hand to the wound.

“I’m sorry, Jack” you watched him through the tears. “I’m so sorry I had to it. But you needed to be stopped. You hurt too many people. You hurt my husband and intended to hurt my other children. I couldn’t let you go free” you observed his body hit the floor in the last moments of his life. You kneeled by his side and caressed his cheek again. You let him see how much pain he caused, you didn’t hide your tears. “I wish I could have done something earlier. To show you how much I’ve always loved you. To prove you Jacob never betrayed you but you betrayed him. To save you.”

“You couldn’t save me” he whispered.

“I wish I could” you said, choking on your tears. Jack’s body got still and inert as the last breath left his chest. “Rest in peace, my child” you leaned down and kissed his forehead, your tears dripped on his face. The terror had ended, you and your family were safe, but your heart was broken. You wished Jack could had understood what did you feel. Or that you could had protected him when he was a little child, that you could had prevent his imprisonment in the Asylum. Maybe that would had saved all those lives Jack had taken.

“Mrs. Frye?” you heard Frederick Abberline calling for you. All you could do was to grab Jack’s mask and pull it quickly on his face. You didn’t want anyone else to see it.

“I’m fine” you said when the door opened. The policeman examined you carefully with his look before he turned around.

“She’s here, Miss Frye!” Abberline exclaimed. Was Evie with him?

“(Y/n)!” that answered your unspoken question, Evie appeared at the door. “Jack…” she noticed the motionless body next to you.

“I tried, Evie. I tried to stop him” you said quietly, feeling new tears on your cheeks.

“I know, I know. But right now we have to make sure no one will find out he was an Assassin. To protect the Brotherhood” she approached you and helped you get up. “Come, Jacob is waiting. He needs you now.”

You nodded, sending one last glance to Jack’s body and let Evie get you out. She led you to another cell where you saw a weak form of your beloved man.

“Jacob!” you rushed to him, impatient to have him in your arms. He looked terrible, defeated and broken, but alive. You kissed him hard to make him sure you were real. “I’m here, baby. It’s over.”

“Miss Frye, mrs. Frye, we should get going” spoke Abberline and you knew he was right. You shouldn’t stay there any longer. “I’ll make sure the secret is safe.”

“Thank you, Inspector” you said.

After a painfully long travel to home, Evie helped you to take care of Jacob and then yourself, before you could finally go to sleep in your own bed in your husband’s arms and spend there a couple of days. Both of you haven’t spoken much, your bodies were healing fast, but your minds were broken forever. Nightmares, panic attacks, even hallucinations made you two decide to not bring kids home for a while. Both of you needed time and you didn’t want your children to experience this. PTSD hit you hard, you had to deal with it first.

One night you woke up calmly, not panting and frightened like you used to. Jacob was still asleep, so you quietly got out of the bed and stepped to the window to look through it. Your naked body shivered in the chilly air of the night. You two decided to sleep naked when you realized how helpful was skin-to-skin contact, how comforting it was and how much it calmed you. That pure intimacy was the best reminder you were safe in your own bedroom, by the love of your life’s side. That you survived. Unlike those who didn’t.

You froze, feeling an arm snaking around your waist and a scruffy chin being rest on your shoulder. The feeling of bare skin prevented you from going into full panic mode or even screaming. You relaxed quickly, realizing it was Jacob seeking for physical contact. He needed this, it was his way to deal with the demons haunting him.

“It’s okay, Frye, there’s nothing to be afraid of” you whispered, calming yourself.

“We’ve been married for years and you still call me by my last name?” he complained.

“I was talking to myself” you explained, caressing his hands. Jacob kissed your shoulder and you felt him smile. A moment of comfortable silence fell between the two of you.

“You think we should talk about it?” the man asked quietly.

“We can try, but I don’t think it would help” you answered skeptically. “Besides, what can we say that would make us feel better? We both feel guilty for teaching Jack everything he knew, for not seeing who he was becoming, for not helping him when there wasn’t too late. We are responsible for all of this” you whispered, leaning against your husband’s chest. “He did terrible things, but I still can’t hate him for it” you whispered, barely even noticing you started to cry.

“You loved him. And so did I. And if only we loved him less, we could have stopped him sooner. I would have stopped him. But I didn’t want to hurt him, you know? I let him win, I let him hurt me, because I couldn’t accept what I had to do until it was too late. I hesitated. You did not. You’re far better than me” Jacob kissed the top of your head. You could hear his voice crack. He buried his face in your hair.

“We both hesitated and we have paid for it” you turned around to face him. “The whole London has paid a high price for our mistakes. The best we can do now is to make sure it will never happen again” you cupped your husband’s cheek, wiping tears off it.

“We will, baby” Jacob kissed your palm and leaned in to capture your lips. “I’m so glad I have you. As much as I hate to see you suffer, I feel better knowing you can understand me and I’m not alone in this mess. All the time Jack kept me captive, I had been thinking about you and our children. I would have ended up insane if I hadn’t.”

“And I had thought about you when I killed Jack. I forgave him everything but one thing: hurting you and trying to hurt our children” you confessed, wiping your own tears.

Jacob looked at you, kissed you hard, then pressed you tightly to his chest. You buried your face in his warm skin, wetting it with your tears and feeling his falling onto your shoulder. You spent a few minutes crying together in a tight embrace. You were broken and defeated, but you survived. Your relationship strengthened even more, you didn’t hide any of your feelings, there was no barrier between you.

After a while you headed back to bed. Jack’s terror did a lot of damage and your wounds were healing slowly, but every moment without the thoughts of the trauma you had, was a big success. One day you would stop having nightmares, flashbacks and panic attacks. One day you would be able to look at Jacob’s missing eye without feeling guilty and thinking about Jack. One day. For now you knew you were going through hell and even though it hurt, it also made you stronger than ever. Because you were together and madly in love. And love conquers all.

#assassin's creed #jacob frye x reader #jacob frye #my fic

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thelifeofanassassin · 7 years ago

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Hi there ^-^ would you maybe write something about Evie and a fem reader with 3 and 22? Have a nice day!

This is my first time writing for Evie! It was quite fun to write for her!

Prompts: #3 Because I love you, idiot! #22 Don’t you dare blame this on me! Prompt List~

Word count: 572

Warnings: None

Pairing: Evie Frye x Fem!Reader~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Now can one of you explain what happened?” Evie asked as she looked between you and her brother

You and Jacob had worked a job together that didn’t go as planned. It was supposed to be a simple mission, grab the guy and go. But Jacob had screwed up leaving you to clean up the mess. Along with cleaning up his mess you also got injured. One of the Bliters spotted you and shot you in the arm making you fall from your spot on the roof. You two had taken care of them but your target had gotten away. Slowly you and Jacob had exchanged a look before looking at the older Frye twin. She was pissed, and you didn’t blame her. Evie had to come and get you two before things had gotten even worse. So here you sat in the train hide out figuring out a way to explain what happened.

“(Y/n) here caught the attention of the guards.” Jacob spoke up

“Don’t you dare blame this on me! You’re the one who got their attention!” You shouted at Jacob

“Me? You were the one who told me to grab him!”

“I said grab him when they weren’t paying attention!”

“And they weren’t!”

“Apparently they were!”

“Enough!!” Evie shouted making you and Jacob freeze

Evie pinched the bridge of her nose and placed her hands on her hips. She couldn’t believe you two, you were both trained assassins and you acted like idiots! The eldest twin had a glare set on her face as she looked between you two. She didn’t know where to start, it was hard to choose where to start. On one hand she was furious that you messed up a simple mission, on the other she was worried about you. She had fallen in love with you and it didn’t take long for you to become an item. So, learning you got shot and feel off a building because of her brother’s recklessness didn’t make her happy.

“I don’t see why this is a big deal. We know where he will be tonight, and we can get him them. Why are you so mad?” you asked her and leaned against the sofa

“Because I love you, idiot! I was worried sick when I heard you had been shot.” Evie sighed

Your anger completely slipped away after hearing Evie say that. You didn’t realize what you had put her through. If anything like this had happened with her you would have been just as upset as she was now. Sighing you stood up from the couch and pulled her into a hug. Well, the best you could with an injured arm. You felt her arms wrap around your waist and pulled her closer to her.

“I’m sorry, we’ll be more careful next time.” You said

“You better,” Evie replied

“Well isn’t this touching,” Jacob spoke up ruining the moment

“Don’t you think for one second I’m not mad at you Jacob. You should have been careful.” Evie said and pulled away from you

“I’m always careful,” Jacob responded

You snorted and left as they started to argue. You didn’t need to be there as they argued with each other, that was something they could do on their own. Being injured did have a perk though, it meant Evie wasn’t going to let you out often. That meant you had more time to spend with your beautiful girlfriend.

#evie frye #evie frye x reader #assassins creed fanfiction #assassins creed imagine #assassins creed x reader #assassins creed syndicate #Assassins Creed Universe #ac x reader #assassins creed one shot

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kiatheinsomniac · 3 years ago

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Hiii, how are you? I hope you're doing great. May I ask about about how (arno, evie and Jacob) would be with a soulmate whose has a low confidence about their looks or/and skills? -I know it's a weird request :D I love weird requests- and thank you ♡ (your page is the best btw 💞)

notes: it's not weird at all! I get quite a few asks that say they find comfort in my writing and I'm glad that I can give it! You all deserve to read about how your favs will love you, including the things you feel insecure about <3 And awwee!! I'm soso happy that you think so highly of my page!!

characters: Arno, Evie, Jacob

☾ ⋆ﾟ MASTERLIST / RULES / TAGLIST FORM

a r n o :

Arno’s a romantic at heart and he uses this to try and get you to see your own beauty and skill

Whatever you’re good at, he’ll cheer you on and will go into extensive detail about what he likes about it

He’ll write poems about his love for you and, if he ever needs to leave for an extended amount of time on missions, he’ll leave a little pile of love letters for you go go through when you’re feeling down

You’ll find some sketches that he’s done of you too (though you will need to find these yourself as he’s a little too embarrassed to show you)

e v i e :

Evie will congratulate you on each accomplishment of yours, no matter how great or small

As much as I can see Evie enjoying poetry, I can’t really picture her writing it? But I think she’ll write some prose about your beauty that will leave you breathless (she’s a born bookworm, I doubt that she hasn’t tried her hand at writing herself)

She’s a very supportive partner and is as quick to praise you as she is to shut down your overly-self-critical tendencies

Sometimes she can just cuddle up with you and tell you about how brilliant she thinks you are for hours on end, even if it means she gets a little embarrassed and she has a bright blush across her freckled cheeks

j a c o b :

He’s like your personal cheerleader, he makes sure that all of your accomplishments are celebrated and everyone should know about it, in his opinion

He tells you that you’re beautiful each time he sees you, he’s made it his personal mission to make sure that you hear it at least once a day because he wants you to see yourself the same way he does

He understand what it feels like to second-guess all of your skills, that was his childhood in a nutshell so he knows exactly what to say to get you to believe in yourself more

Jacob might not be all flowery words and traditional romanticism like Arno and Evie but he’ll tell you how beautiful and skilled and amazing you are in his own words which are much more straight-to-the-point, he adores you and wants you to know how brilliant you are

☾ ⋆ﾟ Buy me a coffee?

🏷️@gojohater101 @daddyadler @writing-noah @havatnah @aarnodoriann

#arno dorian imagine #arno dorian x reader #arno dorian #arno dorian headcanons #evie frye x you #evie frye x female reader #evie frye x fem reader #evie frye x reader #evie frye #jacob frye headcanons #jacob frye imagine #jacob frye x reader #jacob frye

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imaginesheaven · 8 years ago

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Two drops of water - Jacob Frye x Fem! Reader

I really tried to write something during my depression. So I apologize for the shitty end and all mistakes you find in the story. Just enjoy it, please :3

"I bet you can scare Starrick away with that grim face of yours, brother dearest", you make your way towards the door swinging around the screwdriver in your hand amused. Alexander just ignores your comment about his bad mood, while he keeps writing in his little book about a bunch of dots and dashes, which result in a message.

The smile on your lips widens immediately as you see who your visitor is. Of course, you let Henry Green and his two companions in. "Ah, blast'em!", your brother mumbles under his breath not noticing anyone around him.

"Aleck?", you call his name to get his full attention. "I have been intercepting nothing but poppycock propaganda about Soothing Syrup and what not. No, I swear to high heavens, if Starrick's monopoly continues-", he complains about the current situation.

"-Aleck! We have guests", softly you put a hand on his shoulder to make up the harsh undertone in your voice. With raised eyebrows he looks at you then focus his attention at Henry. "I beg your pardon, these are friends of mine. Evie Frye and her brother, Jacob", the Assassin can introduce his friends finally.

Almost a bit embarrassed about his rude behaviour Alexander lays away his book and pen to jump out of his chair. Swiftly he dances around his chair to stand right next to you, "Um... Alexander Graham Bell." A slight smile on his lips as he crosses his hands behind his back, "And this is my lovely sister-"

"- [Y/N] Bell", you tell the siblings your name yourself. "Linguists, inventors, and technical experts", Henry adds to your names. "Too much praise, Henry, I'm almost blushing", you make a dismissive gesture with the hand which is still holding the screwdriver.

"Aleck, [Y/N], I have something of a favour to ask of you-", Mr. Green continues to talk. "Can you fix this?", Jacob takes a few steps closer. Well, the man is definitely not beating around the bushes. The Indian Assassin seems to suppress to roll his eyes, while Evie lives her annoyance with every fibre of her body.

"That's a nice little toy you have there. Nothing easier than that", but before you can reach for the rope launcher, Aleck already has his hands on it. Both of you know he is a bit handicapped due to his injured hand. And still it doesn't stop him.

"Aleck", your brother turns around pretending not to hear the warning undertone in your usually with sarcasm laced voice. "Hm... Looks like the casing is cracked", Alexander looks around for the screwdriver in your hands. "Aleck..." Not caring at all about your protests he grabs a wrench instead. What a stubborn man you have to deal with.

Your brother gets creative with holding the rope launcher lacking a second hand to use. "Oh, it comes apart", this time you are a bit faster than him taking a hold of the machine as it falls on the table. It wouldn't take long to get rid of the problems, if you wouldn't have another technical expert looking over your shoulder.

"You need to loosen-", Aleck starts to give tips but you cut him off by pointing the screwdriver at him, "I swear if you end this sentence, your left hand won't be your only injured body part." He raises his arms in defence smiling, "Go on, sweet sister. I could have used one of these to fit my fuses on top of Big Ben."

You can feel four pairs of eyes on you. Especially Aleck's, who would love to take care of the launcher himself. But he knows you will make your warning true. "Aleck and [Y/N] are installing a new telegraph line for our Free Press Association", Henry explains for what you two need the fuses. "To combat the Starrick Telegraph Company", your brother adds happily.

"If we can mend the fuses connecting independent lines from Big Ben, Starrick will be weakened", he loves to talk about your projects, "Only, we are somewhat at a handicap."

You turn around toying a sassy smile on your lips, "We? I only see your injured hand, brother. Here, I removed the mechanism so it may works with your bracer. Easier to handle during a fight or whatever you are doing in your free time."

You hold out the launcher for one of the twins to grab. "We've got a feisty one here. I'll put it to use immediately", Jacob won't let pass a chance like this. He turns around as Evie stops her brother right in time, "Jacob, wait. Mr. Bell, allow me to help you with your fuses."

A bit surprised you raise one of your eyebrows. "Oh, you will not find me too proud to accept, Miss Frye", glee sparkles in Alexander's eyes by now, "We can use my carriage. If you'd be so good as to hold the reins, though."

"That's my carriage you are talking about, Aleck. Just to remind you if you forgot", you put away the screwdriver. Ignoring your statement once again he makes his way towards the door followed by Evie, who snaps the rope launcher out of her brother's hands.

"Aleck? Aleck!", there is no way to stop him anymore now. A sigh escapes your mouth as Henry puts his hand on your shoulder friendly. "Thank you for your help. I'll see you later", and with that he is gone like your brother.

"So, it's just me and you now, Mr. Frye", you close the door that got left open. Said Assassin looks at your experiments which are spread out of the table you work on. "I've got another rope launcher here. I kept that nice little toy hidden, because I'm pretty sure my brother would have killed himself on the top of Big Ben with it", interested Jacob looks over your shoulder as you grab the old whiskey bottle on your side of the table.

"Luckily my brother isn't good friends with alcohol", the glass flask gets smashed on the wooden surface to reveal the said launcher. Jacob's brown eyes widen surprised, but he can't keep the slight smirk off his face. Not noticing the look he gives you, you work on his bracer.

"Go for it. But, please, use the neighbour's house. Our roof is already a bit leaky. Apart from this, the old lady isn't really fond of me and Aleck", you know his puppy eyes just to well from Alexander. The Assassin can't wait to try out the rope launcher.

"[Y/N], you just turned into my favourite person", Jacob rushes outside grinning almost from one ear to the other one. He acts like a child who just got a new toy. You follow him out of your house just to see him already leaping of the ground. A slight appears on your face as you see Jacob jumping from roof to roof.

Screams of children catch your full attention. It's nothing new in this part of borough and still you turn around worried about what is going on. Your smirk fades away immediately. A bunch of male blighters terrorize innocent little girls.

"Hey!", anger washes over you as you rush towards the blokes. Teaching them a lesson without a weapon might be reckless, but you couldn't stand by and do nothing at all. Confident as always you stand right in front of the red dressed men. Second thoughts? Well, not yet.

Unfortunately, they are not scared of your small and fragile form as you look up at them. The children take the chance of distraction to run back home just as you wished. Laughing the Blighters stroll forward knowing you turned from pursuer to prey in a blink of an eye. "She likes to play with fire", one of them licks the cold metal of his brass knuckles.

Before something probably bad happens the tables turn once again. With disgust marking your face you see how the blokes start to retreat. At first only a few steps, then they run for their dear lives like the devil is chasing them down the street.

A quiet sigh escapes your mouth as you turn around to get back to your house. Your heart doesn't even get a chance to slow down for a second. Shocked you face a pretty sure broad and muscular chest. "Well, hello there, love", red dusts your cheeks because of Jacob's words, while his arm sneaks around your waist to pull you even closer.

"You and your brother are nothing but trouble!", the voice of your old neighbour snaps the two of you out of the romantic moment. Rolling your eyes annoyed you dance swiftly around Jacob ignoring the lady for the first time you moved to London. The adrenaline still rushes through your veins. It might be because you can feel Jacob's eyes on you.

An incredible foolish idea comes to your mind so you stop mid-step. Jacob's chest collides with your back this time. Apparently the Assassin were lost in his thoughts. "Oi, something wrong, love?", he pushes back his top hat as you throw a sassy smirk over your shoulder. "Interested in some fun, Mr. Frye, until Aleck and Evie finish their mission?", oh, yes. You would everything to see a blushing Jacob again.

"I toyed around with some chemicals the last days and created this", proud of your work you hold out the smoke bomb for the Assassin to grab, "We have a backyard all for us. Let's test this little beast." Jacob shares an amused smile with you loving the way you think.

And with that the time flies by trying out different types of bomb together. "Okay, that was way too much smoke", you can't suppress the coughed laugh. "What … Oh, sweet sister! Is that the new formula? It is not perfect but by golly it works!", Aleck claps his hands even happier than he was when he left.

"Oi! You two will learn your lesson one day!", the old lady yells from her window once again. "How often already?", Aleck wants to know. "It might be the fifth time already. We should keep the experiments low for the rest of the day", you reply. The problems with the neighbour doesn't dull your smile at all.

"However, if you ever need technical help, come and visit. And thank you again for the help, Miss Frye", you shake her hand glad that she brought back your brother safe and in one piece. "What a nice offer, love", Jacob tips the rim of his top hat before the twins leave.

"Don't say a single word, Aleck", you warn your brother. "I wish I could, but the blush on your cheeks makes me speechless."

"If we strike the two drops of water it might turns the effect from sleep to death", Aleck toys with the chemicals on the table, while you write everything down in a little book. "We are not creating a poison, brother. We keep the water", he can clearly hear the warning in your voice." "But it would indeed come in handy", a third voice joins the conversation.

"Mr. Frye, right on time as always. Four days in a row to be exact. So, what is it this time?", you don't bother to look up from your notes. "You hurt my feelings, love. It was you who offered technical help", confident Jacob pushes your chin up softly so you have to look at him and his gorgeous smirk.

"And what is this technical problem you have, Frye?", you wrap your hand around his to intertwine your fingers. It's like the two of you are made for holding hands with each other. Your small one fits perfectly into his rather large one.

"Might be the rope launcher. Might be the person behind the device", he press your hand against his chest so you can feel his unusual fast heartbeat. "Again? It was your excuse for the second say you were here. Apart from this, I don't have a solution for human problems", you can see behind his poker face he doesn't even try to hold up.

"Maybe I only needed a reason to see you every day without looking like a inpatient fool in love", his deep brown eyes meet your [E/C] ones. "Let me tell you, Jacob, you don't need an excuse to visit. I enjoy your company", you say honest.

"Have you seen Starrick's latest lies?", Aleck interrupts ignoring how close the two of you are. He holds the newspaper between your faces to break the love spell. Of course, Alexander is happy when you are, but he doesn't need you two flirting right in front of him. You are still his little sister he wants to keep safe from harm.

Quietly sighing you let go of Jacob's hand to focus on your notes once again. Your brother keeps ranting about the latest problems to establish your new telegraph line. "Aleck, you are a genius", the Assassin praises his skills to create a new little toy for him.

"Oh, well, I have to insist that it is also my work. We discovered that the serum adopts the form of a gas when subjected to heat. That was a terrifying incident we had", you share a brief smile with Alexander. Poor old lady running around in her backyard.

"Just when I think you two can't surpass yourselves... I see you tomorrow", Jacob winks at you as he turns around to get rid of your problems. "This time without an excuse?", you look over the edge of your book at him. "No, still with one. I long to see that beautiful face of yours", Jacob is charming as always.

"…", your brother crosses his arms in front of his chest. You are not quite sure what the look he gives you means. "Two drops of water, Aleck", you remind him of the poison you two created together.

An ice cold silence has lifted over the Bell household since Jacob's last visit a day ago. To be honest it scares him a little bit not to hear a single word of you or Aleck as he enters your home. Now everything makes sense for the Assassin. The two of you are busy taming the great chaos of destroyed furniture and experiments.

"Something gone wrong?", Jacob asks extremely relieved to see you safe. "Argh!", Aleck lets go of a piece of wood, which seems to be part of a chair. You instead bring up a knife to protect yourself in case of an attack and point it at the Assassin.

Amused he pushes the blade down with his gloved fingers, "Careful, love, or you might..." The smirk on his lips fades away immediately as Jacob notices the bruises on your usually flawless face. Yes, sometimes you might be dirty form your experiments but never hurt.

Softly he grabs your chin, while a disturbing coldness appears in his brown eyes. "Who did this?", Jacob runs his finger over the cut on your lip. The answer is more than clear. Aleck and you were helping the Assassins in a city ruled by Templars.

"Starrick sends his men to persuade us. He is offering a ridiculous amount of money", Aleck explains him what is going on the last few days. "The last meeting with them didn't got as planned", you add avoiding the pleading eyes of your brother.

"I didn't tell you a word to keep you safe from harm. I couldn't know you would beat up one of them so badly! I'm sorry, [Y/N]", Alexander just wanted to do the right thing as bigger brother. That he doesn't call you sweet sister shows you that Aleck means his apology.

"Alright, but what do we plan to stop them? I don't let some blokes terrorize us", you withdraw your chin Jacob's sweet touch even if you don't want to actually. "Woah! No, no, I'll take care of them. I am the Assassin here, understood?", he takes the knife out of your hand matching to his statement.

"We have been working on something that you might like. It's meant to stun an assailant, should the need arise", Aleck shows Jacob one of the new bombs. "Wait, we are not certain that it works. We can't give him all three kinds of bombs to test them out. There is no time during a fight", the Assassin loves how you try to protect him like he does with you.

"Don't worry, love. I'll be careful. Shall we?", Jacob winks at you smirking. Sometimes you can't believe his confidence. "Starrick is still transmitting false information. It won't be a lot of work to destroy them", Aleck knows the perfect mission for his new device. "And there will be a lot of Blighters", Jacob knows what your brother wants to say.

With that both of them look at you sharing the same worry in their eyes. "You can't stay in the house alone, but coming with us is also dangerous. Why don't you take a walk around the city?", Alexander suggests taking a step back in case you will throw something after him. "I'm too tired to start a fight with you. I will buy our lost chemicals once again, while you two are having fun without me", you suppress to roll your eyes annoyed.

Aleck gathers all the bombs they need to test out so his back his facing you. Jacob takes the chance to grab your hand softly. He presses a kiss on the back of your hand like a gentleman. Red dusts your cheek. Yes, the two of you fell hopelessly in love.

"We can take my carriage", Alexander interrupts the romantic moment once more. A sigh escapes your mouth, "My carriage, Aleck!" Smiling Jacob follows your brother outside ready for the new mission. You take a quick look over the remaining chemicals to see what you need to buy. The front door of the house gets opened, but you don't bother to throw a look over your shoulder. "You would forget your head if it wouldn't be attached to your body, Aleck." There is laughter of several men, which results in your heart skipping a beat.

"Now we will see if you still like to play with fire", you twirl around to prepare for your attacker, but you are way too slow. A large hand wraps around your throat tightly, while your back collides with the wooden wall. "Where did your confidence go, girl? You aren't that great without your Assassin friend, right?", the breath of the Blighter is even worse than his iron grip.

"All of you know I could beat you. Didn't you see what I did to your friend?", you hiss through your teeth as you kick with your feet, which are dangling a few inches over the ground. "I like women with fire in their eyes", the bloke leans closer to you to let his tongue flick over your cheek for a brief moment.

"You should have accepted Starrick's offer. Let's have some fun until your brother comes home", another Blighter takes one of your still working experiment and throws the device on the ground. "You will pay for that!" … Hopefully when Jacob comes back right in time.

The sound of wood crashing on wood catches the full attention of the Blighters. You can't tell for how long you are already enjoying their company, but it's enough now. The Bloke's grip loosens a little bit, which is your only chance probably. Your knee meets the crown jewels of this thug. Due to the pain he can't even release a single noise. You are free and ready to run outside, but instead you grab a wooden plank to make him pay like you promised.

The Blighter falls to the ground and spreads with his downfall surprise and fear among the other men. That's when you take your chance to flee out of the house. Adrenaline rushes through your veins so you don't feel the pain yet from the few punches you had to take. Your usual collected mind is blank and chaotic at the same time.

It results in you almost running into a carriage that stops in front of the house. "I almost thought you would miss all the fun, Jacob", you don't want to but let yourself fall into his strong arms after the Assassin jumped down from the carriage. Softly he strokes your head not knowing how he should comfort you otherwise with words. The Assassin just got a short glance at your bruised face but it's enough to make his blood boil.

The Blighters leave the house just like you a few moments ago. Even the beaten man is on his feet again sending glares in your direction. Without a word Jacob pushes you softly into the safety of Aleck's arms. He needs to teach them a lesson what it means to touch the woman he loves.

Of course, they have no chance against the skilled Assassin. Within a few moments most of them lie bleeding on the ground and need to get dragged away from the companions. "If I ever see you here again you will die!", he warns them still fuming.

"Wow, that was really impressive", your lovely but sassy voice snaps him out of this terrible state of anger. Nothing could wipe the amused smile off of your lips even if you notice the worry that marks his face. Jacob comes closer to take a good look at the bruises on your face. "So that's what you do for your living? Saving the damsel in distress, while looking handsome?", you lean into his hand as he strokes your cheek softly. The Assassin actually laughs about your joke, but the worry won't disappear from his eyes.

"That was the last time they caught us off guard! Those bastards!", Aleck leaves the now calm horse behind. The poor animal got nervous during the fight and almost run away with the carriage. "You two can't stay here. The Blighters will come back probably with reinforcement", Jacob knows Starrick won't let go of you easily. Especially if he knows what the Assassin feels for you. An easy target to kidnap when he isn't around.

"Why not? We have the devices to keep them away. The Bells are not backing up", you stay confident as you cross your arms in front of your chest. "If I know someone who can do that, it's definitely you two. But I don't like it at all to leave you here, where Blighters can pass by whenever they want", Jacob cups your face with his gloved hands to empathize his statement. He can juggle with compliments and charm if he needs to do that, but right now words fail him. This is more than serious. You are in danger.

"And what are you proposing?", you reply melting under his featherlight touch once again. For a second he toys around with his thoughts. There is no going back now. "You can stay in the train hideout … with me", the last two words are whispered but you still hear them.

"Jacob, the train is too unstable for our experiments", you could slap yourself for not agreeing instantly. "I will buy you a workshop in every borough the train crosses if I need to. I just want to know you safe", Jacob won't let a chance like this pass. He won't let you slip away from him. You close the gap between the two of you and press your lips against his soft ones. He doesn't hesitate to wrap you up in his arms and kisses back with the same desire you bring into the kiss.

"Sweet sister, not in front of my eyes!", Aleck exclaims shocked, which causes the end of another romantic moment. "Two drops of water, Aleck", you mumble under your breath a little bit annoyed. "That's my woman", Jacob places a kiss on your head smirking.

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assassins-writing · 8 years ago

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Could you write a fluffy Evie Frye x Fem!reader?

Of course, love!

Just fluff, or are you wanting a specific fluffy plot along with it (because I can think of something, just want to know what you want to read)?

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kiatheinsomniac · 3 years ago

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Congrats on hitting 1k followers! ❤ I really like your fics and this time I was thinking about Evie Frye and female assassin reader with the prompt ❝you’ve stolen my heart, the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it❞.

notes: I aspire to be a beacon for the queer women of the AC fandom, have some Evie Frye content y'all

pairing: Evie Frye x Reader

word count: 1k

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You've stolen my heart

You tried your best to not fuss over all the arrangements. You were sitting upon the rooftop on a blanket and a few cushions that were borrowed from the hideout, an array of little dishes of snack foods laid out on little plates and a cake that you had already sliced. The place was lit up by a few pillar candles that flickered slightly, this area being very sheltered from the wind on this warm summer night.

You had invited your colleague, friend and crush to meet you here this evening just after sunset. Evie Frye had quickly become the centre of your world since she arrived here in London and you couldn’t bear waiting a moment longer to tell her just how hard you had fallen for her. She was so interesting, intelligent, beautiful and dedicated – you admired her deeply. You had bought her a bouquet of red camellias, carnations and roses. By the end of this evening, the array of reds would either represent a blooming love or your heart carved from your chest. That would be Evie’s decision alone.

Feet sliding on stone reached your ears along with light grunts before said assassin climbed over the ledge of the rooftop. You quickly rose to your feet to greet her and her eyes fell to the display laid out in this private little area before her gaze met yours.

“You came! I’m glad.” You greeted her with a smile and she stole another glance at the little meal set up behind you again, a smile teasing her plush lips.

“Of course I did!” She replied, “You made it sound so mysterious that I could hardly resist.” She was a fan of mystery, this much you knew and it was a joy that you both indulged in together, reading ghost stories to one another in the dead of the night when neither of you could sleep, huddled around an oil lamp in your nightdresses and sharing a blanket across your laps.

“I knew you’d like it.” You gestured for her to sit and closed the lid of the basket that you had carried everything up here in, concealing the flowers. The bouquet was chosen to convey a specific message to her, one that you knew she would understand after all the books and newspaper clippings you had read together about the language of flowers. “I got as many of your favourites as I could.” You said, gesturing to the little plates of various foods, many of them sweets. As much as Evie didn’t seem the sort, she actually had a rather ravenous sweet tooth, something you found quite adorable whenever she would reach for an extra biscuit to dip into her tea or slather just enough jam across a scone for it to be considered excessive.

So, the two of you ate together in the candlelight, the sounds of the city blurring into a white noise as you chatted and laughed together, the two of you holding your sides and swiping away tears at one point as Evie was telling you all about Jacob’s unfortunate day at the fight club when he was cocky enough to dedicate a fight to a beautiful woman in the crowd before having his ass handed to him. By the time most of the cake was gone and the plates were but covered in crumbs, your eyes made their way back to the basket and its closed lid.

“I have a present for you, by the way.” You spoke once the conversation died down, drawing Evie’s attention away from where she had been looking across the lights of the city, made to look foggy by the smog of the factories.

“Oh, you’ve already spoiled me enough.” She spoke humbly but you could see the flash of curiosity in her eyes as they flickered to the basket for a moment.

“I…” You took in her hazel eyes and freckled face, the way the parts of her hair by her temples that had escaped from the braids flowed in the slight breeze, how the candlelight danced across her delicate features. She was leaning on one hand with her legs folded to one side, the position accentuating the curve of her waist in an enticing manner. “I hope that it can tell you the things that I cannot seem to do with words.” You swallowed hard, “You’re so very dear to me, Evie and I don’t want to r…” With trembling fingers, you took in a deep breath and opened the basket, taking out the red bouquet and handing it over.

Evie’s eyes went wide in wonder as she carefully took it from you, examining each flower to decode it and appreciating the arrangement of the array of reds. She didn’t say a word as her fingertips caressed the petals and it unnerved you to no end. “Evie…” You began, finally prying her attention away from your coded confession, “You’ve stolen my heart, the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it.” When hearing you actually say it, she took in a small, sharp breath and the bouquet was set aside carefully on the blanket. You were terrified.

“Come here.” She beckoned you over and you shuffled to be by her side. Her hand came up to cup your cheek and you could feel the callouses on her palm as her hazel eyes searched yours, “I intend to look after it for as long as it beats.” She whispered, eyes dropping to your lips and seeming to fight to stay meeting your eyes but she could not win such a battle. You slowly narrowed the distance between her, giving her the chance to back out if she was unsure but she leaned in with you until there was no longer a gap and your lips met her soft ones in the sweetest kiss. Your hands went up to cup her jaw as her other hand came up to tangle gently in your hair. The kiss was slow and sweet and yet you felt just as breathless as if it had been heated and passionate when you pulled away.

You grinned at how bright and warm your future suddenly looked.

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kiatheinsomniac · 3 years ago

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Thought I'd announce my WIPs <3

MAIN BLOG INBOX:

Faramir x reader (NSFW)

Ezio Auditore x reader

Modern! boyfriend! Alucard (headcanons)

Alucard x reader

Jacob Frye x reader (headcanons)

Ezio, hijabi! reader (headcanons)

Jacob Frye x reader

Alucard x sick! reader

SDV Elliott x reader

Celegorm x Thingol's daughter! reader

Evie Frye x assassin! reader

Female! Eivor x reader

sub! Connor Kenway | Ratonhnhaké:ton x reader (NSFW)

God! Arno x devoted! reader

Assassins/ Templars x Latina/ Hispanic! reader (headcanons)

Assassins have a nightmare where reader dies (headcanons)

Karl Heisenberg x reader

Assassins x touch starved! reader (headcanons)

Thingol x human! reader (NSFW)

Brother Day x reader

Caranthir x reader (NSFW)

Thranduil x reader

Assassins' s/o says they love them for the first time (headcanons)

Assassins accidentally make the reader cry (headcanons)

Aragorn x reader

Striga, Morana x gn! reader

Maglor x reader (NSFW)

Connor Kenway | Ratonhnhaké:ton x reader

Sauron x reader

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Nasana x reader

NSFW alphabet with Alois

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Takeshi (reply)

MAIN BLOG PROJECTS:

setting up commissions

13 NSFW oneshots (collab)

assassins creed Halloween AU (collab)

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setting up commissions

creating a fem! sea monster OC

ONGOING FICS TO BE UPDATED:

Behind a Winery

Sweeter Than Poetry & Modern Things

Unwoven Fate

Huntress

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top-hat-assassin · 8 years ago

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Little Family (Jacob Frye X Fem!Reader)

Hello dear Followers, I am acutally very... amazed, stunned, to be honest. There are over 140 Followers now (though a few might be just shell accounts). But I can't believe you chose to click the Follow button for this slowly updating Blog. With all those other awesome Blogs out there, who are much more active and better at writing.

Thank you so, so, so much. You don't know how much this makes me happy.

I've got another Fanfiction up for you. Not sure if you will enjoy it, but better than this just collecting dust at my PC.

Title: Little Family Summary: Reader and her son are looking for Mr. Frye on a particular train. Characters: Fem!Reader, Jacob Frye, Emmett (very young, toddler age) Relationships: Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader Warnings: None Words: 1.751

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The shrill whistle signaled it's oncoming arrival and you stood from the bench you were resting on together with a toddler. Until now, you only watched with him the transport machines from afar. And to be honest, you were a little worried about how the little boy would react. Thankfully, the child was rather intimidated by the train and hid behind you; peeking out while the train gets slower. You felt strangely pleased that he wasn't as eager when you two were a little bit further away from those machines.

It came to a stop and you waited paitently for the little boy, now in front of you, to hop on. He still seemed a little bit scared and hesitated as he looked back to you with big eyes. "Don't you worry. Here, let me help you." You offered your right hand, which the toddler took and when you made a step forward, entering the train, he came along. "See?", you smiled down at him. You watched curiously yet your senses were sharpened, to ensure nothing will happen, as he left the train and with a jump he entered it again. "You learn quickly, little man." The boy looked proud and you couldn't help but think, that he looks a lot like his father when he did that.

It was late in the afternoon when you went to look for the old train hideout. You had a suspicion you might find a certain Assassin onboard. Before you could enter the train cart, you felt a tug at your coat. "No, no.", the toddler shook his head. "Shoes, Mama." He took his own shoes off and pointed at yours. "You're right. Where are my manners.", after all, you wanted it this way at home (it's taken to the point where your son even scolded his father with leaving his boots on). Once you've taken care of it, the boy ran across the floor of the train cart. As he had bare feet, it sounded funny when they touched the wooden floor. Meanwhile, the door behind you shut softly into it's lock. Your eyes also checked the other site of the cart to see, that the other door is closed, too.

It didn't take you long to find the certain man you've been looking for; sleeping at the Lounge. He had pulled his top hat deep into his face, and a barely audible snore came from his mouth. His leather coat and west draped over a nearby chair. He looked peaceful and you slightly felt guilty to actually disturb him. Well, not precisely you, but it was still your fault.

"Pssst." you said to the child, which you were following to make sure he won't touch anything he isn't supposed to touch. The kid stopped and turned to you. The big eyes were puppy like and even those reminded you of his father. "We do not want to wake up Papa, now do we?"

The answer was a small head shake before the child took in his target again. He didn't run like before, but he was still determined to go to the man on the lounge. When he stopped in front of the furniture, he watched the sleeping person for a few seconds.

While your son was occupied, you took care of some of the things that lay scattered around the floor. You couldn't help the feeling that took a hold of you. You missed being on the train, not long ago this was your home. There were still so many memories attached to the hideout.

The boy giggled softly. "Dada." You looked over to the voice and smiled when you saw that he wanted to grab the top hat. "You'll wake him up if you do that, Emmett."

Apparently, the boy doesn't care at all as the top hat was interesting to him. He stretched his little hand towards the sleeping man and grasped the hat. It was then being pulled over the man's face until it was finally in his possession. Of course, while the hat was being dragged across the sleeping person's face, this woke said person.

"Ugh. What the-" the man stemmed himself with his hands up in a sitting position. His face screamed sleepiness all over, his eyes blinking to try and get rid of the heavy feeling. At first, he saw you who gave him a shrug, before his hazel eyes fell onto the child next to the couch.

With a thud, the top hat had long been forgotten and little hands stretched out again; now towards the man. "Oi, lad, you know I will not let anyone get away with stealing my precious hat." He swung his legs off the couch, got up and picked Emmett up with both arms. Right now, Jacob doesn't even look like he just slept. Except for the hair, which was more dishevelled than usual, and the slightly deeper voice. "How do we proceed, little Rook?" a small smile stretched across your lips as he said the nickname. As soon as you told him you were expecting, nothing could stop the man from calling his child 'Little Rook'. Even amongst the gang itself, everyone knew who it was and greet him as such. "A fist fight?", Jacob grinned. Emmett always latched his hands onto the face of Jacob, and always with a frown upon his face when his small fingers glided over the stubbles. Now, the Assassin put his cheek against that of the toddler and gently began rubbing up and down. Thanks to the stubbles, it was ticklish and Emmett squeaked and laughed at the same time. "Oh, I know just the thing!" Jacob sat back down on the Lounge, placing the boy next to his right side onto his back. Immediately the father began to attack Emmett with tickling, which ended once again in squeaky, breathless laughters.

The little child tried to free himself and kicked his little legs in the air. Jacob didn't let the child get off so easily, even smothering him with kisses all over his face. But when he stopped his attacks and his son charged at him, Jacob let himself be thrown to the ground without resistance. "Oh no, the Rook beat me.", he lay flat on his back and prepared himself for the launch of Emmett. He jumped from the Couch right on his father, who let out a "Uff"-sound at the impact. "I give up, you are too strong for me." he had put his arms in a surrendered position. Emmett giggled and made it himself comfortable with laying on his stomach on the upper body of the man underneath him. "I 'ave won, Papa." "That you have." as a reward, Jacob ruffled through his son's hair.

You looked at the two of them, a short laugh coming from you due to the scene. "I guess the Rooks got a new leader, huh?" Jacobs eyes shifted to you, still with a grin stuck to his lips. Emmett, crawling down from his father, found another interesting thing among a few papers under the wall, where once all the informations about London's Templars were pinned. The male Frye stood and focused his attention now to you. "Hello Mrs. Frye." You were the first to capture his lips. It was meant to be a quick peck, but the man's lips were glued to yours for a few seconds longer. "Sorry for sleeping here." "Nothing to be sorry about, Jacob. You wanted it to be quiet and I know how active your son can be.", you tapped him a few times with the palm of your right hand on his chest. "He got that from you by the way." your tone was accusingly yet amusing. Jacobs eyes flashed with a playful glare.

A yelp escaped your mouth when he crashed your body against his. But the noise was drowned when his lips were back on yours for a more passionate kiss. Your hands found their place at his shoulders, grasping the material of his shirt. A faint bubbling could be registered in the background, but both of you do not seem to be bothered by it.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep, though.", once you two seperated, your favoured hand seeked the warmth of his skin on his neck, fingertips drawing a line along his pulse. "Quite alright, darling. As much as I love to sleep - I love my little family more.", he dipped his head again to give you a quick kiss. "I love you, (Y/N)." "I love you, too, Jacob." A last loving smile before he turned in the direction of the still on going bubbling. "Now, I bet you're eager to get to know Agnes and Berta, right?"

Emmett was sitting between a few scattered papers, one sheet in his hands, almost as if he was reading the written words. But when he heard his fathers voice directed to him, you never saw him getting on his feet that quickly before. Jacob picked the boy up again, putting him this time on his shoulders. Being on his fathers shoulders was a favourite spot for Emmett. While waiting for Jacob to bring him to Agnes, his little hands started to be interested in the hair of the Assassin. You had gone back to the entrance of the cart to retrieve Emmett's shoes, which you were now putting on quite fast. "I'll be careful." Jacob assured. He had caught a glimpse of your light concern in your eyes. "I know. I'll wait here." you smiled up to him. "Don't take too long." Your lover gave you a nod and went to the direction of the cart, which was once owned by Evie. The man opened the door. "Duck your head, little Rook."

When both of your men were out of view, you picked the top hat from the floor and wanted to place it on the table. But you know that Jacob might take a while with Berta. And as you know Agnes, she can talk about her loc like there was no tomorrow. This was your chance, which you took as soon as the idea formed inside your head. You made yourself comfortable on the Lounge, placed the top hat on your face to shield yourself from any light. You only hoped you could get at least an hour of rest. With the child of Jacob Frye running around and other important Assassin duties, it was almost impossible to get enough sleep.

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top-hat-assassin · 9 years ago

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Hero (Jacob Frye X Fem!Reader)

I am so sorry for the lack of Updates on this Blog. It's just that I want it to be perfect before posting it (in my eyes anway) and that might take a while + when I come home from work I'm more exhausted and don't have the energy to write.

This one took too long, though. Ha, I wanted to post it two weeks prior but couldn't get around. I just had to add more details to it.

On another note: I did start a smutty Research story. Still, it's not finished and it sounds so dull. So, it could take time with that one. Thanks for sticking around, though. And thanks to all the Likes/Reblogs/Followers. It always makes my day better!

Title: Hero Summary: Reader is an assassin and a little bit afraid of a certain animal. But lucky for her, the hero is not far away (this sounds so cheesy, I'm sorry, ahah) Characters: Fem!Reader, Jacob Frye, Lynn (Rook, made her up in one of my stories) Relationships: Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader Warnings: None Words: 1.342

Jacob jumped down from a bridge onto the roof of the last wagon of their hideout and climbed to the entrance. He straightened his coat, grinned at the man who opened his black market business at the train and made his way to his own carriage. "Boss!" Lynn cried as she saw him enter the bar car. She was one of the very first Rooks and although she was in her early thirties she still was one of the strongest members he got. Her hair was short and it was like a dirty blonde, but she hid most of it under a hat. The woman in green stood up immediately as she saw her Boss coming her way. "We've got a Blighter problem over in Whitechapel."

"What problem?" Frye stopped in front of the woman and looked at her curiously for an answer. "They're attacking our stronghold and per telegram our men said they need your help with a special nasty Blighter." she handed him the Telegram. Jacob took the piece of paper and read it carefully.

The man paused as he read each word. According to the written words, one Blighter does seem to be a tough guy to beat. There was a short display of a fire in his eyes. The younger Frye twin was never one to back down from a challenge. "Well, okay." he put the telegram onto the counter from the bar. "You're coming with me, Lynnie." He grinned when the woman rolled her eyes before him as she did not find his nickname in any form flattering.

As soon as the assassin turned around so both could leave, a short, still striking scream echoed through the cars of the train.

His pupils widened as he instantly knew, whose voice it was. His heart began to race quickly at all the thoughts that ran through his head. Lynn had already jumped out of his way when she saw his body tense. He sprinted as fast as he could to Evie's train carriage from where the scream had come from.

He couldn't hear any fighting sounds and that thought alone let a chilling coldness move through his body. It was a terrifying silence that surrounded him, except the already known noises.

He came to an abrupt stop when he arrived and frowned upon the scene in front of him. In his inner mind he imagined that some Blighters took a chance to aboard the train and are about to kill the female assassin. Instead, she stood on his sisters bed, staring at an insignificant point at the table. "(Y/N)?"

"Oh, thank god, Jacob! Please get rid of it."

She pointed hastily with her finger to the desk. Jacob only glanced at it but couldn't see anything that holds danger for him before looking at (Y/N) again. "What should I get rid of? According to your scream I thought you were getting killed by a group of Blighters."

"That... that thing! It's far more worse than a Blighter!" she snapped.

Jacob looked at the point more closely. It took him a few seconds before he knew what has the woman left in such a state of panic; it was a small light coloured animal with eight legs. He raised his scarred eyebrow and turned to the female assassin once more. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a little spider. You kill people." he said matter-of-factly in a surprised tone. "It doesn't matter, Jacob Frye!" The man shrugged, his lips started to grow to a full grin, and carefully took the spider between his palms. He stepped over to the bed while he ignored the widened stare of the woman. "Do you wanna take a look?" he stretched his arms out to her.

With panic still present in her body she pushed herself more into the window behind her and shook her head fast. She saw him slowly opening his hands. "No! Please, Jacob!" He closed his hands, looked around to find a spot where he could leave the spider. His legs took him outside in the direction of the loc. He sat the spider carefully outside, against the outer wall of the car with the coal in it. When he entered Evie's carriage he shut the door behind him, to be sure the spider won't come in through that entrance.

He came upon the bed again, stopped at the edge of it. His hazel eyes, which held an amused look, locked with the woman's eyes. "Do not look at me like that." Jacob gave her a gentle smile. "You nearly made my heart stop working." he held out his arms. First, the young female assassin was confused as to why he held his arms out towards her. But as soon as (Y/N) knew what he intented, she snorted. "I can get down myself, thank you very much." "Oh love." he heard the snippy tone in her voice, but that wasn't enough for him to leave her alone. "I know you can. I just want to help you get down like a Lady." Although she was against it, she came up to him to let him help her get down from the bed.

He put both of his hands on each side of her waist and when they came into contact with her, she took a deep breath. She felt his warmth even through her layers of clothes. She was surprised at how easy he could lift her up and set her back on solid ground. She waited for him to remove his hands, but he kept them on her and she wasn't sure if he was aware of it or not. "We have Blighters causing problems in Whitechapel. Care to join me?" For several seconds (Y/N) just stared at him. The man shifted his weight under her stare from one foot to the other, still awaiting an answer. His hazel eyes changed to a confused gaze. "Love?" She blinked and finally snapped out of her trance. When she saw his mouth corners trying to quirk up she felt the warm rush that seeped into her cheeks. "O-of course.", she began to stammer. "Let me just... my gauntlet.", she couldn't even form a whole sentence. Bloody hell, she cursed in her head and tried to gain her composure again.

His hands left her and reached for her Gauntlet, which was placed on the table. Just as she wanted to take the Gauntlet from him, he snatched the other hand where she wore it, taken her by surprise. He fastened the mechanism to her forearm while she had to endure the procedure. As her eyes wandered to his face, she saw the small smirk on his lips. "I could have done that myself, too." she whispered almost too quietly. "I'm aware." He said as he tightened the last strap. "I want to make sure no other spider is trying to kill you." "I hate you." she hit him lightly on the shoulder and turned away from him.

A chuckle escaped the man. "Well, let's go. I'm sure Lynn is waiting for us. One more thing before we go-" (Y/N) looked back at him with a slight glare. "Whenever there is a spider disturbing your peace, call for me." "You only want to take the credit as the hero." there was a bit of anger in her voice as she doesn't find it quite as funny as the Frye twin did. She can't stand those spiders. No matter what size they are. "I'd be your hero, though." he whispered in her ear as he passed her. This gave her goose bumps that shook her whole body.

(Y/N)'s breath hitched. How should she take that statement? Was she supposed to read something into it? No, he wouldn't be interested in her, would he? As all those questions began to form in her head, a voice called out from the younger twins car. "Are you coming, (Y/N)?" "Y-yes, wait for me!", she hurried and laid her thoughts back in her mind - for now.

_________________________________________________________ I hope you enjoyed it. I used the spider 'Zygiella x-notata' aka missing sector orb weavers/silver-sided sector spider. I do not have such a big fear of spiders (I don't mind the really small ones though lol), but I am not fond of them in my proximity. When I see one it goes immediately out of the room/house. Big spiders... they make me stop dead in my tracks. Thankfully I never had a TOO big one in my room. (sadly always in the bathroom xD)

#assassins creed syndicate #reader insert #jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #fanfiction #i hope none of you have such a huge fear of those spiders #also i used a different style this time #no yous in this one #i hope it works for you too #your name is still in it though #:P

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crowandagger · 3 years ago

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AAAAAHHHHHH SO CUTE I LOVE THIS

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