#jacobfrye

[b3k1720]

The foundling - Assassins Creed Syndicate fan-fiction

“I wasn’t always a foundling, well atleast not for the first day of my life.

The sisters and nurses tell me they found me on the steps of the hospital in a basket crying one cold December morning. I only had a blanket to keep me warm and a note tucked neatly away under me for them to find.”

Rebekah is five years old and alone in the world as an orphan in a Victorian Founding hospital. What will happen once she finally escapes and runs in to the Frye twins.

This story has been long in the making so I hope you enjoy as I apologise for my absence

[ghostyattheblogg]

Also, Ubisoft, If any member y'all sees this, Do Indonesia's History, pls, Like...Make an Assassin during the Revolution of it (Maybe for the enemies VOC soldiers ? idk)

Assassin's Creed game idea

Okay so there REALLY needs to be an Assassin’s Creed game where you can make your own character and have dialog texts (and even relationships​) similar to Fallout 4 or Mass Effect: Andromeda. I’m not the only one who thinks this right ??

[ryuga30]

1888 The Prosecution - Chapitre 16 : The Separation ! (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1349322988-1888-the-prosecution-chapitre-16-the-separation?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ryuga30 1888 L'année où Jack l'éventreur commis ces meurtres, qui firent trembler tout Londres. Plonger aux cœurs d'une fanfiction de Black Butler, qui sera accompagné des Assassins. L'histoire est bien différente de celle que vous avez connue. Car celle-ci ira au-delà de votre imagination. Et surtout, vous connaîtrez ainsi les véritables intentions, sur les méfaits de Jack. Et ce qu'il l'a poussée à devenir ce qu'il est devenu, surtout face à la traque. Impitoyable des jumeaux Frye et aussi face au jeune compte ciel Phantomhive. Je tiens a préciser que c'est mikaslay_ qui s'occupe a présent de la correction la fanfiction. ^^

[damez1979]

Unmasking the Templar's Grandmaster | Assassin's Creed Syndicate #shorts

[lilborealis]

one of my favorite jacob imagines of all time 💕

Out of Touch

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader

Warnings: Jacob being Jacob (aka a lot of teasing/flirting), just some grabbing around (nothing to explicit), angsty at first but ends with a slightly heated fluff.

Summary: Jacob has been your bodyguard for the past month under strict orders from poor Evie who had been dealing with your father's unnecessary worrying. Jacob is a rough, reckless man who killed and you were the daughter of a man who had taught you manners and raised you as if you were royalty. Two complete opposites... right?

Author's Note: Okay nsjdjdjdsjns this is basically a Han/Leia AU... I've watched the originals again and wanted to write a fic with their chemistry: a scoundrel and a princess - Jacob and my lovely readers 😚 And of course a big thank you to @marshmallow--3 for helping me when I got stuck while writing 😊💘

This fic is for readers of all genders! If I've written anything that says otherwise please please please let me know!

Enjoy!

"Ugh!" You huffed for the umpteenth time that day because of the boredom eating away at you. All you had been doing for the past month was to sit on your armchair in the library with a hawk watching over you. Or should you say, a rook?

A rather handsome rook at that.

"What is it now, your highness?" Your supposed bodyguard groaned at you.

"Would you stop calling me that?" You snarled at him as you pushed the wood in the fireplace around with the steel poker. The poker was dirtier than you imagined, which annoyed you even more as your hands got covered in ash and dust. "This whole being stuck at home thing is really getting on my nerves..."

Jacob gave you an offended look: "You've been stuck in a big, empty house with the most handsome man in all of London for the longest time, yet you still complain - unbelievable..."

You didn't bother looking at him as you walked to the door. If it were your first week with Jacob, you'd be gasping, throwing a book his way, yelling at him to shut up with his infuriating flirting; but you were used to it by now and chose to ignore him for the sake of your nerves.

You were born in London, but your family moved to Paris when you were younger and now, ten years later, you were back in London -not as settlers but as guests- with your father. Your mother had passed before you could begin your assassin training and it wounded your father deeply, leading him to cancel your training and keep you out of the "assassin" business. It didn't anger you before because you didn't care, grieving and moving on from your mother's passing took a toll on you and it took too long. When you turned 16 however, you started realising what a great opportunity your father had taken away from you and so you've been upset with him ever since. Five years had passed and here you were, stuck with a reckless assassin named Jacob, who's father was friends with your own for a long time until his recent passing.

The reason you were stuck in the house with the said assassin was nothing but for your own safety, at least that's what you've been told by a variety of people. How hard was it to put you in a carriage and let you sail back to France?

Too hard apparently. You didn't even really know why your father was in London in the first place. He kept saying "assassin business" and hid things from you, why did he even bother bringing you along in the first place?

"Remind me, for how long more will I be stuck with you?" You walked to the living room, Jacob right behind you.

"Two more weeks," he shrugged. "Why, bored of me already, your worshipfulness?"

You sighed loudly in irritation, to which he replied: "I bet I can get you to make those sounds with my-"

"Will you shut your gob?!" You turned around, eyes and arms wide open, shouting at him. "The audacity you have, if you were half the person your sister was-"

"Oh don't bother," Jacob spoke suddenly with a tone you haven't heard before. "I'm too 'wild' and 'vulgar' and 'rebellious' for the likes of you people, I know. Spare me the lecture."

Your anger cooled down and you almost felt sorry for him, thinking about how upsetting it must be to always being compared to someone, not better than him, but different. He didn't look you in the eye as he turned around to leave.

"I just wish that you'd cut it out when you're told to cut it out," you said quietly, not wanting to start up a fight with him. "Anyways... I am going out."

That made him halt in his tracks and turn around: "I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me." You said, determined. "I am going out and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"Oh, trust me, you don't want to know the amount of ways I can stop you from taking another step," he said, still shocked.

"Well, I don't care. You either come with me or stay out of my way because I am going ou-" Just as you were reaching for the door handle, you felt your body being pulled backwards and pressed harshly against the wall.

"Good lord-" you gasped involuntarily. He was pressing against your body from behind, your face trapped between the wall and his face which was only inches apart from yours. "You make it so difficult sometimes."

"I do, I really do..." Jacob nodded as he held you in place but he wasn't hurting you . "You could be a little nicer though. Eh, admit it, sometimes you think I'm bearable."

A moment of silence settled between you as you pushed him off yourself and turned around, still leaning against the wall, rubbing your wrist: "Occasionally- maybe, when you're not acting like a rotter."

"Rotter?" He raised a brow at you. "Rotter..." he repeated as he very slowly closed the space between you two and gently grabbed your wrist. He smirked like the rascal he was as he carefully massaged your wrist - you both knew it wasn't hurt at all. "I like the sound of that."

It took you a short moment to realise what he was doing: "Stop that."

"Stop what?" He asked, confused.

"Stop that," you repeated, trying to pull your wrist away from his big hands; "my hands are dirty."

"My hands happen to be dirty too, your majesty. What are you afraid of?" His voice was low and it couldn't have been deeper.

"Afraid?" You tried to act confused as you felt the distance between you close even more.

"You're trembling..." he pointed out.

"I'm not trembling," you tried to chuckle but instead your voice trailed off.

At this point, he was towering over you: "You like me because I am a rotter... There aren't enough 'rotter's in your life."

"I happen to like polite men-"

"I am a polite person," his nose brushed against yours and it was then, you realised, he almost had you.

Just before he could close the little distance between you entirely, you pushed him off with little force and immediately went out the door.

Jacob was absolutely stunned at your sudden act and followed you out: "Oi!"

You smirked to yourself as you skipped around the streets amongst the throng of people, thinking that Jacob will have a hard time finding you and dragging you back home. Ten minutes were all you needed and before he knew it, you'd be back as if you hadn't stepped outside at all.

Well, you were wrong.

Just after three minutes of walking around the streets you finally took a turn and stopped to rest on an empty alley, but only after 20 seconds of freedom and starting to feel joyful because of finally being by yourself, you were harshly grabbed by your waist and shoulders once more and were pulled into a small cabinet behind you.

You yelped but a big, familiar hand muffled the sound as it closed over your mouth.

After you stopped moving and stood still, Jacob dropped his hand onto your shoulder and the other remained around your waist. Your back was, once more, pressed tightly against him; his breathing on your neck sending involuntary shivers down your spine.

"Let go," you demanded quietly.

"Sshh-" Jacob ignored you. You weren't exactly sure what he was up to, but it was starting to become suffocating in there.

"Let go, please..." you asked, softer this time. Although he wasn't pressing you down entirely and you could easily move out of his hold like you did minutes ago, Jacob noticed how you weren't really fighting to get out of there but decided to reply anyway.

"Don't get excited now," He whispered half arrogantly and half disturbed.

"Well, Mr. Frye, being held by you isn't quite enough to get me excited."

But your reply seemed to excite him: "I'm sorry love, but we haven't really got the time to do anything else at the moment."

Jacob let go of you just in time as some nasty looking Blighters finished passing by and stepped out of the cabin with you.

You straightened your clothing as Jacob growled: "Do you have a death wish? What were you thinking?!"

"Perhaps I do," you replied angrily but you didn't raise your voice at him. "What do you care? Other than getting an earful from Evie and your little gang of assassins?"

"Your father-"

"Of course," you sighed. "But you needn't worry, Jacob. If he cared about me even in the slightest, he would've respected my choices and left me back in Paris instead of getting me into this mess."

"But he does care about you, a lot in fact."

"Really?" You asked, smiling bitterly. "If he had cared from the beginning, I would've been an assassin now and we both wouldn't have been stuck in that cursed house for weeks! Maybe if he didn't wail as he does with everything and lost himself in his assassin business and actually cared for me, then he would've made sure I could take care of myself instead of 'protecting me from the dangers of the world!'"

You didn't realise the tears rolling down your face as you finished yelling at the once more stunned Jacob. After a moment of quiet, you began sobbing and broke down, falling onto your knees.

Jacob calmly approached you and kneeled down beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and putting his hands on them.

"Please take me home," you sobbed quietly as you leaned in to rest your head on his chest. He didn't move while you cried a little more and thought about how hard it must've been for you. He couldn't imagine what he'd do if he wasn't an assassin and he understood your frustrations with your father.

He gently moved and picked you up bridal style. You had neither the energy nor the state of mind to fight him about it and let him carry you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying his head in the crook of his neck.

"Hmph," Jacob hummed thoughtfully as he aimed his rope launcher to the edge of a roof. "Hold on tight love."

"What do you me-" you began but got interrupted when you heard a thwip, then a far away clang from above you; and just as you felt Jacob's arm tightening its grip, with a whoosh, you suddenly gasped.

In a matter of seconds, you were launched in the air and landed on a rooftop in Jacob's strong hold. How did we not fall?! you thought.

"Jacob!"

He switched your position from his arms to his back: "If this doesn't excite you, I don't know what will." he said smugly and just as you hugged his back tighter, he repeated the motion with the rope launcher and down you went.

You were surprised at how strong both Jacob and the rope was as it carried you across the sky, downwards to your house. It took maybe a little over a minute but it felt like more - and it certainly did pump some adrenaline through your veins. You shouted and laughed all the way through which put a different kind of smile on Jacob's lips.

You both almost fell over when you landed, but Jacob grabbed your legs and found his balance. You were right in front of your door, which made you sad as you had the most splendid time in a long while. When he let go of your legs, you only grabbed onto him tighter.

"What's this then?" Jacob smirked as he tried to turn his head around when you didn't let go. He could feel your heart beating on his back and it was still beating like crazy.

"Your grace demands that you carry them into their chambers," you demanded in an exaggerated way and smirked backed. "You asked for this, I told you to stop calling me those names."

"Very well," he sighed in defeat and adjusted your form on his back, then went to open the door. If this was all it took to make you smile, then so be it.

Jacob carried you all the way upstairs to your room but instead of dropping you on your bed right away, he somehow effortlessly switched back to the bridal hold.

Your smirk dropped from your lips as you noticed that you were trapped in his hold. He gazed at you for a while -your disheveled hair, your beautiful eyes, crimson cheeks that matched your perfect lips- and then slowly lowered you onto your bed, but as he did, he carefully climbed on top of you; he gave you enough time and space to tell him to stop or push him off, but you didn't.

Jacob moved closer until your noses touched and quietly asked: "May I have my kiss now?"

Without hesitation, but slowly, you lifted your head up and connected your lips with his in a soft, passionate kiss; he, however, immediately grabbed your face and pressed you back onto the bed.

Incredible was one way to put it, arousing was another, but you truly couldn't find the words to explain how utterly delicious that kiss was. Your hands were quick to find their place, cupping his face, his beard an absolute delight to feel on your fingertips.

Just as everything was getting more heated, however, there was a calling of your name along with Jacob's from downstairs.

"Damn..." you cursed, breathless.

"We'll continue this darling... later." Jacob smirked devilishly, he was as out of breath as you were. He quickly jumped off you while you called your father.

You both quickly fixed your attire and went out of your room to greet your father. A sour expression settled on your face, which Jacob noticed. He quickly but gently pushed you against a wall and gave you another toe curling kiss.

"Thank you, Jacob..." you managed to say when he detached his lips from yours. "For today- for everything, really. Much as you infuriated me, you also made this past month more bearable."

"My my, is this a confession?" Jacob said with a brow up.

"Don't get cocky," you pushed him off and went downstairs.

Maybe it was a confession, maybe it wasn't, nevertheless it would be better if you kept it to yourself, for you'll be on your way back to Paris in two weeks.

... But then again, you could make your last two weeks more interesting. He said it himself, you two weren't done yet - it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun and make this a memorable trip, right?

[viktoryarozetassicosplayco745]

Could it be? COULD IT BE?

Yes, that's right, my beloved army of foolish mortals! My #officialcosplaylineup for @visionconofficial!

FRIDAY

#genderbent

#assassinscreed

#videogame

#jacobfrye

#genderbentJacobFryecosplay

SATURDAY

#MirabelMadrigal

#disney

#encanto

#iwillsavethemiracle

SUNDAY

#genderbent

#captainamerica

#patrioticsuperhero

#redwhitebluesuperhero

[harleyluvhorror142]

[nerinbloom]

You saved me from a life of dullness and boredom...

Jacob Frye and Robert Topping from Assassin’s Creed: Syndicate, by Nerin

Drawing with pencils and graphites

[nifriel]

Wedding time! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ RothFrye commission for @deadlysequence

I think Jacob can’t wait the honeymoon ;)

[missbenzayb]

Final Prompt by lovely solisdaemon/Valorianru  Day 31 and with mix of halloween: Family

prompts COMPLETE SYNCHRONIZATION 100%! Thank you for this wonderful prompt you made!

So many challenges gotten through me while doing these prompts. And never thought I would finish it~ Thank you again for the wonderful #codextober prompt~

I have fun and I will say to others who joined- Hope you all have fun too! And Amazing belated Happy Halloween everybody!

[b3k1720]

Jacob Frye, Even though I’m leaving ( Father’s Day song fic )

By Luke combs ( song fic )

………………….

It’s Father’s Day in some parts of the world right now ( not here in Australia) so I thought I’d write this one shot for those craving something for Jacob and his son ( I used my version of Jacob’s family )

@nemo-in-wonderland @ct-5445 @thedragonqueenfan @assassins-and-hidden-blades

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( 1875 )

It was sometime in the night when little Emmette Frye snuck from his bed and tiptoed to his parents room. The trees rustling and tapping on the window pane had frightened him.

At first he tried to wake up his sister,

“Hmm go’way” she muttered and rolled back over and covered herself with her blanket.

Once in his parents room he shook his father awake,

“Daddy?” Emmette whispered to the assassin startling the man awake, he reached for the blade he kept under the mattress but stopped when he saw who disturbed him.

“Emmette?” Jacob rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got up from the bed carefully as not to disturb his wife.

The young boy quickly jumped in to his fathers arms as he picked him up,

“Let’s get you back to bed lad…” he yawned.

( start song )

Before Emmette could utter another word the assassin was already tucking him in to bed, giving him a goodnight kiss and starting to turn to leave,

“Daddy I’m afraid, won’t you stay a little while” he begged grabbing his fathers sleeping shirt by the tails,

“Why’s that son?” Jacob asked curiously now turning back to listen,

“Keep me safe because there’s monsters right outside” Emmette explained pointing to the window that let the moonlight in.

“There’s no monsters lad, you’ll be alright” Jacob tried to reason softly, trying again to leave.

“Daddy please don’t go, I don’t want to be alone…when you leave they’ll know I’m alone and get me” Emmette whimpered.

Seeing the genuine fear in his child Jacob took his hand and said,

“Just cause I’m leaving, it don’t mean that I wont be here right by your side…when you need me and you can’t see me in the middle of the night”

He took his son in to a hug,

“Just close your eyes and say a prayer, it’s ok I know you’re scared when I’m not here…I’ll always be right here” Jacob added putting a hand over Emmette’s heart.

( 1891 )

“Come father I’ll be late my carriage will be here any minute” Emmette called out to his father, now a young man he had been called away over seas for a mission on behalf of the British brotherhood.

He had just finished consoling his mother and promising profusely to write as often as he could.

“You know the brotherhood doesn’t like to be kept waiting” Emmette added as his father came down the stairs, the years hadn’t been to kind to the elder assassin especially during the autumn of terror some years back.

“Are you ready son?” Jacob asked as he looked at the one suitcase he was going to take.

“As I’ll ever be..” he replied nervously, there was a sick churning in his stomach and he wasn’t even on the boat yet.

Emmette wondered if he was ready for this mission at all…he had always had his father to guide him.

Opening the front door the young man saw the carriage pull up on the street infront of his childhood home.

Jacob pulled his son close before he could leave, wrapping his arms around his sons neck,

“Just because your leaving, it don’t mean I won’t be there by your side” he whispered holding back the tears that threatened to spill and the lump in his throat,

“When you need me and you can’t see me in the middle of the night”

Emmette tried to interrupt,

“I-I’ll be fine father-“

“Just close your eyes and say a prayer, it’s ok I know your scared…I might be here but I’ll always be right there..” Jacob added pulling away from his son, patting him on the back and sending him off in to the world.

( 1919 )

The telegram had come a week prior from old Aunt Evie in the countryside,

‘Emmette come home. Your father had an Apoplexy’ the elder man read it and his heart filled with dread, he took the first train he could to Crawley.

Once there he, his sister and Aunt Evie did their best to look after the old assassin. He wasn’t so spry no more and he couldn’t free run or fight like in his old days.

But unfortunately he grew weaker each day,

“Heh who knew a stroke would take me” Jacob whispered from his bed as Emmette sat by his bedside, Amelia was helping her Aunt prepare lunch downstairs.

“I’d always hoped it’d be at the business end of blade or pistol” he chuckled which turned in to a coughing fit which made the old man gasp for air.

“You aren’t going to die father…just rest and you’ll regain your strength soon enough” Emmette reasoned after his father had slightly settled, taking his hand gently.

The poor man was in denial even after the doctors grim diagnosis…he wasn’t going to get better.

“I’m an old man Emmette…I’ve done my fighting…I miss your mother” Jacob muttered tiredly wheezing, his grip loosening on his sons hand.

Emmette felt tears pool in his eyes,

“Daddy I’m afraid…won’t you stay a little while?” He felt like a small child again as he begged his father trying to keep him awake.

“It’s my time son…”

“I never thought I’d see the day I’d have to say goodbye..” Emmette whimpered.

“T-Then I did good..a father should never have to bury his son…”

“Daddy please don’t go, I can’t do this on my own..” he became to softly cry,

“You have your sister…and your children…look after your aunt for me..” Jacob reasoned rasping.

“There’s no way I can walk this road alone…I still need you..”

With the last bit of strength in the old Assassins body Jacob took his sons hand,

“Just cause I’m leaving, it don’t mean that I won’t be here right by your side…when you need me and you can’t see me…I-in the middle of the night..” he answered softly.

“Just close your eyes and say a prayer..” Jacob lifted a shakily weak hand to wipe away the tears running down Emmette’s cheek,

“It’s okay boy I’m not scared, I won’t be here…”

His weakened hand slipped down to place it over his sons heart,

“I’ll always be right here…” Jacob patted it and his arm fell back by his side, too exhausted now to move.

“Amelia, Aunt Evie!” Emmette cried out,

“Even though I’m leaving…I’m not going no where…” Jacob closed his eyes.

“I’m not going no where…” he muttered and drifted off to sleep…. 

[jacobandevieforever]

A St. Patrick’s Day Observation

Evie: Jacob’s a lot like a leprechaun, don’t you think?

Henry: *confused* What? How is Mr. Frye like leprechaun?

Evie: Well, he causes mayhem wherever he goes, and he enjoys inconveniencing others for his own amusement.

Henry: I see your point, Miss Frye. Perhaps your brother is indeed a leprechaun.

Evie: *shrugs* That or he’s just a changeling.

[ryandoesfanart]

First time drawing Evie and Jacob yay!

It was a little challange, where i had to draw her in a more fantasy themed scenario, the Outfit is a redraw of a person i met on Amino, who was the inspiration for it too (eventhough i added some stuff and changed things up!) what would you guys think of a magical AU? XD I’d be totally down for it!

[dabi-todoroki-kun]

Jacob : THE FUN NEVER STOPS

[ryuga30]

1888 The Prosecution - Chapitre 15 : The truths (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1329235765-1888-the-prosecution-chapitre-15-the-truths?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ryuga30 1888 L'année où Jack l'éventreur commis ces meurtres, qui firent trembler tout Londres. Plonger aux cœurs d'une fanfiction de Black Butler, qui sera accompagné des Assassins. L'histoire est bien différente de celle que vous avez connue. Car celle-ci ira au-delà de votre imagination. Et surtout, vous connaîtrez ainsi les véritables intentions, sur les méfaits de Jack. Et ce qu'il l'a poussée à devenir ce qu'il est devenu, surtout face à la traque. Impitoyable des jumeaux Frye et aussi face au jeune compte ciel Phantomhive. Je tiens a préciser que c'est mikaslay_ qui s'occupe a présent de la correction la fanfiction. ^^

[h0p3agx]

Jacob's little flustered head tilt

Jacob: and what do you get out of all of this

Roth: A chance to have a little fun with the bravest man in london