#Assassin's Creed Syndicate Fanfic

[thefangirlthatwaited]

Eden (Chapter 1) - Assassin's Creed Syndicate Story

Jacob Frye x Original Female Character

Summary:

What happens when you fall in love with the man you were only supposed to be stringing along? That's what happened to Eden. She was only supposed to toy around with Jacob Frye, Master Assassin and leader of the Rooks. She only needed the Shroud of Eden, and then she would never see Jacob or the city of London ever again. But she forgot one key thing she couldn't control—her heart. Now Eden must fight against what her heart is telling her and her task since her accident. To love or to live. That was what was at stake.

I woke hours later in a cold sweat from a dream that turned into a nightmare. I washed up, changed into some regular clothes and headed out to the nearest restaurant for food. I tried my best not to draw attention to myself, but it was impossible. The looks I got as a young lady walking around London without a chaperone and eating alone in a pub. Society and its rules were so odd and outdated. I could defend myself better than any man gawking at me right now.

On my way out, a child brushed against me and apologized. I waved him off, then went back into my pocket and saw my pocket watch was gone—little vermin. I turned and took off after him. He was small and fast and could sneak through the crowd, and since I was in a dress and not my gear, I couldn’t climb the buildings and use that to bypass the crowd. I saw the boy turn into an alleyway, and I started to catch up to him. As I was about to catch the little bugger, a figure flew down from the rooftop. The man landed before me, and I stumbled back as he grabbed hold of the boy. 

“What did I say about stealing?” He said as he ripped my pocket watch from the child’s hand. 

“We needed the money, boss.” 

The man shook his head. “Then ask one of us for some, and don’t go and nick things from strangers. Now get!” The boy grumbled, but the man tossed him a bag full of coins, ending his protest. 

“Thanks!” The boy turned to me. “Sorry about that. Bye!” The boy took off before I could snap back at him. The man turned to me, and I was left speechless. 

When they said there were Assassins in London, Master Assassins at that, I didn’t think they would be so young. In front of me was a man who looked to be in his early twenties. He was taller than me. I am five feet four inches, and he towers above me. He pulled his hood back and then pulled a top hat from inside his coat. Now I could see his whole face. He had beautiful brown hair, a scar on his right eye and left cheek, and a little bit of stubble. I was still studying him when I saw him wave his hand in front of me. 

“Sorry, what?” I said, shaking my head, trying to clear my mind. 

He chuckled. “I said, is this watch your Miss?” I looked at his hand, holding my pocket watch. 

“Claudia, my name is Claudia and thank you,” I said, grabbing and putting it back in my pocket. Claudia was the fake name I used. I took it in honour of my aunt. 

“Well, Claudia, my name is Jacob Frye,” He said, taking his hat and bowing. I smiled at the way this played out. I spent the last day looking for information on this man, and he quite literally fell in front of me. “Well, it is very nice to meet you, Jacob, and thank you again for getting my watch back.” I used my hair to cover some of my face and act coy, hoping Jacob would take the bait. I started to walk away when I heard footsteps following behind me. 

“So what is a lady such as yourself doing in a back alley in Whitechapel?” He said as he caught up to me. I smiled; he did take the bait. 

“I didn’t even realize I made it to Whitechapel. I was eating at a restaurant in Central London and on my way back home when I got my pocket watch stolen.” Jacob chuckled again, throwing me off. “What is so funny?” 

“I can’t picture a lady like you chasing a child from Central London to here. Most ladies I know do not want to get mud on their skirts.” 

I scoffed playfully and crossed my arms in defiance. “I will take that as a compliment.” 

“I meant it as a compliment.” My cheeks darkened, and I used my hair again to hide it. Dammit, I couldn’t fall for his charm. It was supposed to be the other way around. “Do you mind if I walk you back home? The streets are not as safe as they seem.” 

Full Chapter on Ao3

[valenli]

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

[reemonna]

Getting drunk with Jacob Frye

He mentions his urgency to make his own 'the rooks' gang every 5 seconds

Right after you're both done with drinking, he will take your hand to climb with him on the buildings' rooftops with your both laughter blaring all over the place

(NSFW/+18) You will end up making love on the rooftop of some building under the pale moonlight

He doesn't really like drinking to the point of getting wasted a lot, to keep his perception in a good level and stay connected with his surroundings. But he will definitely get drunk when he's around you. He would be so taken by you that he won't realise what he should and shouldn't do

His sense of humour increases and he throws more jokes when he gets drunk than he does in usual

You both talk about all the mess he did in the whole country. How he derailed a train, set fire to theatres, messed up factories, took the prime minister's spouse for a walk to one of the most dangerous England streets, and nearly crashing Britain's economy

And of course he must mention how Evie always interrupts his plans, which -in fact- means fixing his dumb doings and saving the day

"When Evie first heard of the squabble that happened yesterday in town, she pointed her fingers of blame at me, accusing me of starting that fight. Yes, I may have started it by accident, but she really must have a little faith in me, right?"

Will obviously start random fights with everyone in the inn

You don't really want to see how brutal he gets if someone tried to harass you one way or another, it's like releasing a monster -that's been tied for years- on the loose

It should be obvious that he grows more confident to flirt, and his feelings towards you loom clearer. He might even propose to you

Shouting in the middle of the inn, telling everyone how gorgeous and smart you are and how lucky he is to have you by his side? That's undoubtedly happening

[writingsofanobsessedwoman]

How the Assassins (and some Templars) would be on your birthday:

Ezio Auditore

He'd likely wake you up with some morning "exercises", and take you on a stroll/ride through your favorite places

A candlelit dinner atop a building overlooking the sunset to finish the day with some fancy wine

Would give you anything you'd wanted, including but not limited to a portrait of the two of you done by Leonardo (you'd thank the little artist later)

Rose petals leading up to your room

Leonardo Da Vinci

Honestly, he's the type to just let you lead the day. Shopping? He's there with you paying for what he can. A boat ride? Of course!

Would be sweet the whole day, holding your hand with a dopey little grin as he followed you

Flowers, your favorite chocolates, art supplies if you're that way inclined

Connor Kenway

You're very special to him, and he makes you feel it on your birthday

He'd get someone to make you a cake (he tried and nearly burnt the house down in the process)

Flowers by your bedside as he woke you up with sweet kisses

He'd go to town with you if you really wanted to go

Or ride around the homestead all day and show you some beautiful places he's found

Wouldn't let you do any work for the day

He'd end it all by holding you close as he gifted you a little carved animal (your favorite), and a necklace he'd bought one day with your favorite stone set in it

Edward Kenway

Would also wake you up with "exercise"

He'd sail around with you, letting you tell him where to go

He may even let you steer the Jackdaw for a bit

You'll likely not remember much, as you'll be drunk for most of the night

Would give you all kinds of jewelry the he's obtained on his voyages

James Kidd/Mary Read

They're a romantic through and through. And extravagant

Would wake you up sweetly, but it'd turn spicy

Down to do whatever you want, be it a picnic or drinking at a pub, they're happy

Gifts would be thoughtful, plus some jewelry and the like

Shay Patrick Cormac

See morning "exercise"

A romantic, Shay would have the whole day planned out for you

He'd sail you somewhere nice, and have a home-cooked meal awaiting somewhere quiet

Would take you back to the fort for a surprise party with a small band of folk playing music

Liam O'Brien

Assuming he isn't gone off on a mission, he'd likely take you shooting with him

He'd buy you sweets and just be sweet the whole day

Would dance with you in a clearing somewhere

His gifts would probably be practical, like some new gloves or something

Haytham Kenway

Prepare to feel like royalty for a day

He'd spare no expense for your birthday

The best food, the finest imported wine, best clothing he could find, all of it's yours

Don't think about lifting a finger, either

Breakfast in bed, followed by an extravagant ball in your honor

Jacob Frye

CHAOS from the moment your eyes opened

Tried to make you breakfast, set it on fire

Takes you around London

A surprise dinner (the Rooks set it up for him) on top of Big Ben

Would get Evie to help him with some flowers

You'd end up drunk, laughing, and happy

My birthday is the 28th this month (December), so this is my gift to myself. If you want anyone added, let me know. These are all kinda short, sorry. I've got a heck of a migraine at the moment. Probably doing some for the Red Dead boys next. And yes, I used gender neutral pronouns for James/Mary. Sue me

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The two of you get inside after a mission that almost went terribly wrong. Your clothes from the knees-down are completely soaked through, your boots making an irritating squelching sound with each and every step you make. Meanwhile, Jacob is covered in sawdust and the two of you reek of smoke. 

Did the boat full of Blighter contraband blow up? Yes. But were you successful in your mission to give the Rooks an upper hand by destroying said contraband? Yes. Though, the two of you certainly needed to clean up now. 

Not wanting to track all of your mess through the train hideout, you’ve booked a room at an inn for the night and the both of you are already looking forward to having some drinks in the pub on the ground floor beneath your feet once you’ve had the chance to freshen up. It’s been a long day and the two of you are just craving a few drinks to unwind while you chat and enjoy a more peaceful evening before going to bed. 

While Jacob lights the fireplace, you’re quick to tug off your soggy boots and socks in order to go on to peel off your wet trousers. As you do so, Jacob comes up behind you to set his hands around your waist and hold you steady so that you don’t lose your balance. Really, he knows that you’re agile from so many years of being an assassin but he just wants the opportunity to be a gentleman with you. Jacob knows that he’s rough around the edges and you’re not exactly society’s ideal of a meek, delicate woman with the occupation you have but he doesn’t see you as any less of a lady for it and it’s his belief that you most certainly deserve to be treated as one. 

He knows you’re capable of getting yourself out of a carriage but he offers you his hand anyway. He knows you don’t need help to carry cases or heavy bags but he takes them from you to bear the weight himself anyway. He knows that you have a hood to keep yourself dry. But you should still take his coat to lay over your shoulders too. He can handle the cold and rain but you shouldn’t have to do the same.

You’ve had to pick up a fresh pair of clothes to change into while you were on your way to this inn with Jacob alongside you. It’s merely a simple Rook’s uniform and Jaocb has had to collect one for himself too. Jacob runs a bath for himself and you can hear the splashing of water as he gets in and begins cleaning himself. Meanwhile, you set your wet boots and trousers up on a rack by the fire to dry as you take the blanket from the room’s bed and wrap it around yourself, sitting in the armchair beside the fireplace. 

You listen to the quiet pitter-patter of water dripping from your clothes and onto the floor, drawing your eyes towards it. You had been moments away from falling into the river when you were leaping from the remains of the boat and towards the dock. The debris you had been floating on sank under the pressure of your jump more than you had anticipated and it wasn’t until you were in the air and it was too late that you realised it. 

But Jacob had been there, reaching out to grab your arm and pull you up. Admittedly, it had hurt to suddenly have your arm yanked on like that but you were alright now and it had saved you from completely falling into the river, only allowing your legs to fall in just below your knees. Jacob, already covered in sawdust from the packaging of a nearby box when the explosion went off, had pulled you up onto the dock as you watched the remainder of the boat sink into the Thames. 

You take your turn to bathe after Jacob and soon the two of you are dressed in your borrowed Rooks’ uniforms and are heading downstairs for a few drinks after a long day. But you don’t stay for very long, feeling tired after the day’s events, and you soon head back to your room, warm and merry with alcohol. Jacob is the first to flop onto the bed that’s a little rickety but not unexpected for the price you’re paying to stay here. He lays back, one arm tucked behind his head for comfort while he opens the other one up to you invitingly. 

You crawl into his arms and curl against his chest as he wraps his arm around you and holds you close, delighting in the warmth of your body against his. Oh, how he adores you. He leans down to kiss the top of your head and pet your hair with the hand that he had invited you into bed with. 

He untucks his other arm from behind your head to sling over your waist as he gives you a little squeeze just to really feel you in his hold. Then, a sly smile creeps onto his lips and you let out a cry that turns into a fit of laughter when his fingers dig into your ribs and he begins to tickle you. You hit your fist against his chest as you giggle and squeal when he rolls his weight onto you so that you can’t escape his tickling. 

You manage to wrench one of your arms free and so you use it to wiggle your fingers against Jacob’s neck in order to give him a taste of his own medicine. You laugh from amusement this time when his chin immediately snaps down to press against his chest in an attempt to defend his neck from your reach. 

“Alright! Alright! I surrender!” He yields through laughs as he pulls you close once more and sets a kiss upon the crown of his head. You relax tiredly into his arms as you gaze up at him momentarily. 

Oh, how you love this man. 

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- Portrait of Solange Cotoner at the Headquarters of the Spanish Brotherhood in Barcelona, 1867 -

Lady Solange Teresa Vivianne Cotoner-Artois (1848 - 1926) also known as Lady Solange Teresa Vivianne Cotoner-Frye and Dame Solange Teresa Vivianne Cotoner-Artois, as well as by her nickname "Noble Assassin of Tarragona" and her noble title as "Condesa de Tortosa" (Countess of Tortosa), was an Spanish Philantropist, Naturalist, Paleotologist Noblewoman and Master Assassin of the Spanish and British Brotherhoods of Assassins active during the 19th Century. Born in Tortosa, in the Provice of Tarragona, in Catalonia, Crown of Aragon, Solange was the oldest daughter of Carlos Rafael Cotoner y Moncada, Count of Tortosa and his wife, Aimée Isabelle Henriette Artois and older sister of the famous swordwoman Serena Hélène Josefina Cotoner-Artois. Rightful Heiress to her father's maritime business and noble title, she was raised into the Assassins Ways by Carlos and his sibilings, all members of the Spanish Council of Assassins, much to her mother's worry. She becamed a Master Assassin in 1866, after sucessfully killing her target, the Templar Raúl de La Cruz. In 1867, she was send to England to aid the British Brotherhood, as a spy along her aunt Desirée Charlotte Madeleine Pleydell-Bouviere to Henry Green, also known as "The Ghost". Solange played a important role in the Liberation of London in 1868, and later, she was of vital importance to track down the Piece of Eden known as The Holy Grail, along with avoiding the rise of power of the Neo British Templar Rite in the years of 1870 and 1874. After the Liberation of London, she married her fellow Brother-in-Creed, the British Master Assassin and Gang Leader Sir Jacob Frye. She was the one responsible for the truce and diplomatic missions to Morocco in 1887-1888 in amids of the Spanish-Moroccan political tensions, she was also responsible of the rift and tension between the Spanish Council and British Council, after she stood for their lack of action in regards to the Autumn of Terror. Solange was a direct descendent of the legendary Spanish Mentor Renato Valentino Cotoner, the one responsible to modernize the Spanish Creed in the 17th Century. Solange is a Franco-Spanish Assassin of Moroccan-Moorish, Greek, Russian and German Ancestry. Her family comes from Assassins and Knights at the service of the Spanish Crown.

Solange Cotoner's Wiki / Helix Data Base.

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[demigoddessqueens]

love letters

read on ao3 // ongoing series

Love of my life,

How you captivate my heart and mind even when you are away. Seeing the lovers prepare for the upcoming does make you miss you, as I must admit.

The sun setting on London’s skyline reminds me of you. All of our escapades and sneaking away just to have moments for ourselves.

It’s different without you here, but I always see and feel you in my heart.

Come home.

Your sweetest,

Jacob Frye

[vadlings]

the memories of the boy i’ve been (801 words) by vadlings

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ethan Frye & Jacob Frye, Evie Frye & Jacob Frye, Ethan Frye & Evie Frye & Jacob Frye Characters: Jacob Frye, Ethan Frye, Evie Frye Additional Tags: Character Study, Emotional Baggage, Bad Parenting, Family, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, Jacob Frye Has ADHD

Summary:

Before Ethan, it had been just him, Evie, and their grandmother. Obviously they’d competed, but nothing like they did later on, when every word of praise to Evie and look of disapproval to Jacob felt like the driving force of the rift growing fast between them.

[paintsplantspaws]

Alcohol and Assassins don’t mix

Jacob had recently moved into your apartment. He was still adjusting to 2024 but he was making progress. However some things never change.

You walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge early in the morning to consider what to make for your breakfast. Only to find… your cat?

“Myst? What are you doing here?” You ask the small fluffy grey cat. She looked like she wanted to commit manslaughter with a truck. She meowed angryily and jumped from the inside of the fridge.

Then you heard him.

“Here kitty, kitty” he sounded a mix of deranged and tired

You tiptoed into the living room. Jacob sprawled was on the floor surrounded by…. Beer bottles? You knew he drank but this was a little much. Jacob then grabbed the milk jug….?

“ Come on kitty……. I love you kitty……” he said as he dragged the milk jug towards him. “I love you kitty and then he squeezed the milk jug in a tight hug.

The milk jug spewed everywhere.

“NOOOOOOO!!!!KITTTY!!!!!!” Jacob began to sob. He got up and you hoped your boyfriend would come to his senses and clean up the mess. You were wrong.

“Y/N!!! Y/N!!! Kitty died!!! He had drunkenly walked over the beer bottles by some miracle and didn’t trip. Now he was skating you vonliently.

“Jacob that’s the milk jug. Myst is over there. “ you pointed over to Myst you looked ready to kill Jacob and then explode with anger. She was smacking her fluffy tail against the ground.

He stopped shaking you “No, that’s the milk. Why is it on the ground…… I MUST BURY KITTY“ he then let go and then marched over to the milk jug. Then he marched outside with a shovel.

—15 min later—

“KITTY YOU WERE BEUITUFUL!” Jacob sobbed as if he lost Evie. How he managed to burry the milk jug and not harm himself was beyond you. He was now on top of “kitty’s” grave in the fetal position.

And now he’s asleep. Myst don’t kill him..

[thats-by-the-by]

Posted another fic :D!

[hellshire-harlot]

ayo I’m bored waiting for my Xbox to get fixed so I can actually get all the dlc, does anyone have any fic recommendations for Assassin’s Creed Syndicate??? I’m accepting almost everything (including and especially self insert/x reader), my only restrictions are no incest/underage shit, and try to keep it within the Syndicate game as that’s the only one I’ve played so far

[thefangirlthatwaited]

Eden (Chapter 17) - An Assassins Creed Syndicate Story

Jacob Frye x OC

 I woke up Christmas morning with an upset stomach. It had been like this for the last few weeks. I would wake up sick but clean it all up before the boys woke up. This morning was no different. By the time Jacob emerged with Samuel, I was sitting in the kitchen with breakfast waiting. When our eyes met, I could tell Jacob knew I’d been sick again. He came over, kissed my head, and put Samuel in his chair. We finished breakfast before we turned our attention to the gifts under the tree.

“You should see a doctor.” He whispered to me as Samuel opened his gift. “I will if it continues. It is nothing, Jacob.”

Jacob furrowed his brow. “It’s been a few weeks, Eden.”

“I’ll think about it. Okay?” Before Jacob could argue further, Samuel walked over with his recent gift.

“Dadadadada,” He babbled before Jacob picked him up. 

“I’m going to miss him when we are gone.”

“I will as well. He may not be my son, but I love him all the same.” I tickled Samuel, causing him to laugh, a sound that filled the room with warmth and affection.

“I am glad to hear you say that.”

In the blink of an eye, Jacob placed Samuel in my lap and went down on one knee. “Eden Auditore. Will you marry me?”

The question hung in the air, completely catching me off guard and filling the room with a sense of unexpected joy. I dreamed of something like this all my life but never thought it could happen. I thought I’d be stuck wandering the earth, frozen in time. Now, the man I loved wanted to marry me. I jump up and pull Jacob into a kiss. “Is that a yes?” 

“It is most definitely a yes.” He put the ring on my finger, and it shines in the light. “It’s beautiful, Jacob.”

“Not as beautiful as the one who wears it, but a close second.” I blushed at his words, and Jacob took the opportunity to kiss me.

The following day was my birthday, and Jacob took the opportunity to spoil me. It was my first birthday, and I was ageing again. Jacob had meticulously planned his big, elaborate dinner, and as much as it smelled good, the moment the food touched my lips, I ran to the bathroom to vomit, shattering the anticipation of the evening.

“Eden, it’s been three weeks. You are going to see a doctor.” Jacob said, walking over with a glass of water as I held the toilet for dear life.

“Alright, I will go tomorrow. I’m too tired to go today.” I replied, admitting defeat. 

“Do you want to try and eat again?”

I wrinkled my nose while my stomach did another flip. “Could it be soup?”

“I’ll make you some soup while you lie down.”

For the rest of my birthday, I spent time in bed while Jacob took care of me. I knew it wasn’t what Jacob had planned for my birthday, but spending the day with him was all I wanted.

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Evie Frye estava tranquila sabendo que sua filha adotiva estava com Jacob em Londres, enquanto ela terminava sua viagem pela Índia, o problema começou com os ataques de Jack, o Estripador, e aumentou quando viu uma foto indicando que sua filha era o próximo alvo!

Leia no Wattpad ou no Spirit

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/238891053-assassin%27s-love?

Spirit: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/assassins-love-25360283

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Interactive fics

Hey, this blog has been dead for years but I'm not. :) I've been working on several different things and now I'm learning Choicescript. It's the code used to write stuff like Choice of the Dragon and Zombie Exodus if you've played those. I was writing some fics with it but decided I'm better off focusing on just the code, so I'd like to offer to convert your fics to interactive ones.

I'm doing it for free, I'll just have to limit the number of fics I'm able to do at once, especially while I'm still figuring it out. You can head over to Choice of Games for more about how it can turn out/what you can do with stories like this, and hmu about converting yours. I'm setting up an itch.io account to host them on and should have an example story up on there as soon as I manage to compile the damn thing. When I learn how, I'd love to be able to just send them as downloadable files or put them on Google Drive instead of hosting too. (That way you can put them on your Ao3 etc. for download instead :) )

I'd prefer sticking to AC, but I'll totally do other fandoms for you. And please keep the fics short for now :{

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My OC Jacqueline “Jackie” Harlow with the twins! ❤️

It’s been a while since I last drew these three together but hoping to show off more sketches and doodles. Also sharing more about Jackie including two more of my beloved OCs, Grayson Harlow and Ephraim Scott.

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my AC1 rant

Okay but Malik had a son duh, Tazim. Yes, but imagine Tazim going to Masyaf as a mid-teen (like 16 or 17 whatever) right? Right, so he’s recruited easily because he’s a scrappy kid who knows how to fight dirty (note: dirty, not as an assassin yet) and the order’s standards have fallen since Altair left. Not much is done. I personally think of a frat house, lot’s of pretty buff looking dudes but only a small handful actually have brains while the rest just want to party. 

Anyway, Tazim who gains friendships and finds out about his father’s death the hard way. Through this all, Tazim keeps his background a secret. No one knows he is Malik’s son. He first came to Masyaf to find answers. He found them. Dead dad. Possibly revenge? No, he has lost any energy to do that because Abbas’ power seems ridiculously big. Tazim mourns for his father alone while still training in secret with his new friends.

Tazim gets cocky years later because he’s a pretty darn good fighter now. He still trains in secret but it’s sorta like an afterschool club. After his job at the stables, he goes to hangout at their hidden training grounds, etc. etc. He betrays his friends, but when he gains them back they give him a major ass kicking he absolutely deserved. 

They get their hidden blades. 

The gang have their own “bureau” which is just an abandoned home on the edged of the city where they hangout; It’s their clubhouse where they plan and drink and gossip. They are like 17-20 year olds come on. 

Abbas searches for another piece of Eden. Tazim and his gang join in on this race. Bad stuff happens. Death. Depression. Reminiscent to AC1 opening scene/mission. In turn, Tazim is sad (maybe hurt in a similar fashion as his father; history repeats itself) and it seems that the only reason he was staying in the brotherhood has died.

Tazim says, “Fuck the loyalists. Fuck Altair and fuck Abbas.” He hates everything and everyone so his ‘traitor’ begins to show. So much so that he’s sent to Abbas and when Abbas is like “Are you a traitor as so and so claims?” Tazim is like, “Fuck you, maybe. I miss my home.” (Home as in the OG old Masyaf of when Altair was there. 

Tazim is stripped of his title and sent back home. No- like he’s sent back to Jerusalem where he grew up. Inspiring things happen and he hears the rumors of Altair returning. He’s like “Not these bullshit rumors again.” 

But guess what? Not a rumor. 

He goes back! 

He is like “Yeah I gotta finish the shit I started and help an old man out.” so he does! When he goes back, his old crew is extremely happy and they give him all updated info. He’s like omg me too I have updated info, my dad is badass Malik and I have Altair behind me now too.

Yes, they all freak (in a good way)

They take over Masyaf again. All is well. Sorta. Okay thanks.