#Jacob frye x reader oneshot

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Intoxicating: Drunk!Jacob Frye x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve been worse Mr Frye-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Based off a little back and forth with the ever artistically talented and adorable @missbenzayb 💕, these are back to back angsty prompts for two of the best Assassins

EDIT: WILL UPDATE ON MY AO3

One’s comforting and one’s sad AF 🥲

Connor Kenway + “I appreciate you”

You barged into you and Connor’s shared apartment, deep within your thoughts you didn’t notice his cheerful “hello”. But he noted that stressed and exerted look on your face. As you reached the bedroom, you threw your bag to the side before flopping face down with a deep sigh. The day replayed in your mind: harrowing tasks, being on your feet all day, endless calls, loud and entitled customers along with an equally incompetent manager. Tears began to prickle in your eyes as the overwhelming stress from the day melted from you. Connor had lightly tapped at the bedroom door, hearing your soft sniffles, before entering in.

“Y/n, you alright?” You responded with a small head shake of “no”. Feeling the bed dip where he moved beside you, you relaxed a bit as Connor’s hand massaged and rubbed your back.

“That much of a bad day, huh?” You turned your head to look at him with your tear-stained eyes. “Something like that.” He laid down by your side with that smile, that bright smile that rivaled the sun on the best days. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I appreciate you. Love you. And adore you.”

Jacob Frye + “this will be the last time you lie to me” + Mentions of break-up 😭😩💔

It had been a routine for some time, but you didn’t want to admit it just yet. What had once been filling your heart with joy just felt robotic. You reciprocated and went through the motions as if it was second nature, but it felt lacking. Jacob started to catch on as well, the tight smile and darting eyes, but he dudes want to admit the truth yet. If he did, it would confirm the worst fears he never wanted to face. You both got your answer the last night he held you.

“Do you still love me?” The tension could’ve been cut with a knife. “Of course I-.” He abruptly cut you off.

“No, not just an answer. At least tell me the truth if this is the last time you lie to me.”

You knew this day would come, but you couldn’t bear this image anymore. It wasn’t fair to Jacob or you. “I do love you Jacob, but not like it was before.”

You felt the sharp pang of guilt through your heart as you heard his shuddered sigh, trying to hold back your own tears. “Is it another?” “No, there’s no one else…it’s just..life, things

Another minute that felt like an hour passed. “Can I still hold you, even if it’s just for tonight?”

“Yes.” Because there was a part of you that didn’t want to admit the truth either for some time.

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Miracles -- Part 3

07/04/2021: Here it is!! The one, the only, the... 6.1k words of purely self indulgent protective!Jacob (lowkey been doing it for everyone and their mother except for when with the reader and idk why bc i dig that shit too)

I really hope you guys enjoy this, because I loved writing it!! There's a chance I could sneak in a last chapter if people wanted that? Feedback would be greatly appreciated!! This is super long, so sit down and get comfy :)

Pry these commas from my cold, dead hands tho. Also, I HC Jacob to be predominantly left-handed, but that's just me aha.

Warnings: Bit of violence, swearing, corporal punishment, arson (without giving too much away)

Tagging: @marshmallow--3 // @missingfrye // @ct-5445 // @iceboundstar // @rahdaleigh // @pink-polarfox // @b3k1720 // @itseivwhore // @sofiewithat // @missbenzayb

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Part 1 HERE, Part 2 HERE

The night was cold.

You retreated further under the blankets, turning to rest your head on your beloved’s chest. You wore an oversized shirt, and he wore a loose pair of breeches. His arm pulled you closer, fingers stroking your bicep. In turn, you traced the Rook painted on his chest. “Jacob?”

He turned to gaze down at you, lips inches from your forehead. “Yes, my love?”

“My family have written to me; they would like me to visit them in Warwick.”

“Your family lives quite far,” Jacob remarked, smiling adoringly at you. “Will you and Lily be alright travelling by yourselves?”

You sighed. “That’s the problem.” Sitting up, you gently grasped Jacob’s hand, playing with his fingers. “They don’t know that Lily exists, and I have no chance of telling them that I have a child without the status of ‘wife’.”

“I see…” Jacob watched you trace the lines on his hand. “Is there anything I can do?”

Propose, you idiot.

“Could you look after Lily while I’m away?”

“On my own?” His fingers tightened around yours.

“I trust you with her, Jacob. You’re the only one I can trust her with.”

He sucked in a breath. “Are you sure?”

“Stop doubting yourself.” You kissed his temple. “Besides, she adores you; she’ll listen to you.”

“Alright then. It’s decided.”

“Thank you, my love. However can I make it up to you?”

Sensing the humour in your tone, Jacob winked. “I can think of a few things.”

You laughed to yourself as you blew out your candle, the darkness enveloping the room as you pulled yourself closer to Jacob, the security of his arms lulling you to sleep.

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Before you knew it, you were packing a carriage with your luggage, setting off for the journey ahead. Jacob was standing in the doorway of your house, Lily resting on his hip. “Mama, do you have to go?”

“Sweetheart, if I don’t, then horrible Aunt Susan will come marching all the way down here herself, and we don’t want that, do we?” Lily shook her head, giggling.

“She’s not the only one who’s going to miss you.” Jacob wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. Smiling, he dipped his head to lock his lips with yours.

“Yuck!”

The both of you pulled apart, chuckling.

“Well, I best be going. Don’t get into any trouble; I know what you both are like unsupervised.”

Sharing mischievous looks, they began to wave as you got into the carriage.

“Bye, Mama!”

“Safe travels, my love!”

You watched as they recede from view, the picture of your perfect family playing in your mind as hooves against cobblestone played in your ears.

As soon as the carriage turned the corner, Jacob turned to Lily. “What do you fancy doing?”

Lily giggled. “I have school!”

Jacob mockingly rolled his eyes. “That is the worst answer I’ve ever heard.”

“Are you saying I can skip?”

As much as he’d want to say yes, you would have punted him six ways from Sunday. “‘fraid not, love.” He took her inside. “But I can promise that afterwards, I’ll take you to get iced cream.” Lily cheered in victory before she hopped down, scurrying to collect her things for the day ahead.

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Jacob walked Lily to school that morning, keeping her on his left and away from the curb. He grasped her hand firmly, lest she get lost in the rushing crowd. When he approached the building, he saw various parents saying goodbye to their children, as well as some children arriving on their own.

He knelt down to her height, tidying her windswept appearance with a reassuring grin. “You have a good day, alright?”

Smiling widely, she nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Thank you, Papa.”

Wait, what?

Jacob’s breath caught in his throat. Lost for words, he kissed her head and returned the hug tenfold. “I love you, angel.”

“Love you too!”

The bell rang moments after, causing Lily to pull away. “Don’t be late!” Waving, she ran to catch up with her friends and disappeared into the building. Standing up, Jacob cleared his throat and tugged on his waistcoat to compose himself, though he could barely stifle his grin. The warmth in his heart engulfed his chest. He walked past the rest of the parents as if he were walking on clouds, his happiness fixed for the day.

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“What’s got you in such a good mood today?” Evie asked her brother, watching incredulously as she found him tidying his train carriage.

“Oh, nothing.” Although his tone was dismissive, his face told a completely different story.

“Did you… have a good night?”

“Oh, no.” Chuckling, he sifted through the papers on his desk. “Y/N’s headed to Warwick.”

Puzzled, Evie tilted her head. “Free beer?”

“Nope.” He popped the ‘P’.

“Come on, then; what is it? You can’t expect me to keep guessing forever.”

Restraining himself from jumping for joy, he turned to his sister. “Lily called me ‘Papa’.”

Evie’s face lit up. “Oh, Jacob, that’s lovely! Does this mean you’ll…” She mimicked opening a ring box.

Blushing, he nodded, a toothy grin plastered on his face. “I’m excited, Evie. I… I need to sit down.”

He leaned back on the sofa, tossing his hat beside him. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. “Are you alright?” Evie took a chair to sit opposite him.

“I… I’ve never felt this much joy in my life.”

“Jacob Frye, you’re practically speechless.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“You have to buy the rings before Y/N comes back.”

“I will. Maybe Lily will want to come with me. Not yet, though; I don’t want to spring the news on her immediately.”

Evie began to talk about the type of engagement ring you would find the most appealing, but Jacob had all but zoned out. He was fidgeting with the iron band on his right index finger, engraved on the inside with the Assassin’s Insignia. Barely thinking, he removed it and switched hands, sliding it on his ring finger.

He was going to get married. You were going to be his wife.

“What if she doesn’t say ‘yes’?” A sudden anxiety clutched his heart as he looked up in worry.

Evie was stunned into silence. “What are you talking about?! Of course she’s going to say yes!”

“She has a child to think about; what if she doesn’t want to get married at all?”

“Jacob,” she sighed. “She knows you’d do anything for Lily. You’ve done it right from the beginning.” He shifted in his seat as a phantom pain clutched his side, remembering his tussle with Thomas Lynch. “She would be insane not to want someone like you as a husband, and as a father to her child.”

“When did you learn to talk like that?” Jacob smirked.

“When you’re the eldest, you learn a thing or two.”

“Bullshit.” He scoffed, but wordlessly thanked her for the reassurance.

“Knock knock.” Eyes fixed on the doorway as Henry peered around the corner. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but I need some papers from Jacob.”

“Right; which ones?” He stood up and closed the two meter gap to the pile of half sorted paperwork.

“The ones on James Brudenell.”

“Who?” He frowned.

“Lord Cardigan.”

“Oh, that prick…” He thumbed through the various files, quickly getting to the end with no sign of the desired intel. “I must’ve left it at the house. I’ll head off there now and bring them to you tomorrow.”

“Can you not come back straight away?”

“I need to get to the school; there won’t be enough time. I’m taking Lily out for that new iced cream.” Evie quirked her lips into a knowing smile. “What?”

“Oh, nothing,” she shrugged.

Shaking his head, Jacob grabbed his hat and opened the door, watching the train slow into the station. “See you tomorrow.”

“Don’t forget the--”

“The papers, yes, I’ll get them!” By then, he had already jumped onto the platform, disappearing into the crowd.

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On the stroll back to the house, Jacob checked his pocket watch, planning his time accordingly. He’ll find the papers, finish the paperwork that should’ve been completed two weeks ago, and head to the school.

The street seemed unusually quiet at this time in the afternoon, but Jacob only grew concerned when he noticed a lack of Rooks. Usually, there would be more and more scattered around the closer he grew to the house, but so far he could count them all on one hand. A scuffling from behind him pricked at his ears. He spun, brows furrowed, but the road was empty, save for a carriage calmly trotting past. He used it as a reassurance that he was probably acting paranoid, and continued where he was heading, albeit at a faster pace.

The secure feeling he felt upon approaching the house eased the weight on his chest. Pulling out his key, he wasted no time in disappearing inside. It was quiet without you, and there was the familiar longing he felt in his heart. Sighing, he mentally crossed off another minute until he could hold you in his arms again.

He moved upstairs and into his study. At the prospect of spending more time with him, you jumped at the chance to make a spare empty room a working office. He hung his jacket and hat on a coat rack, taking a seat at the desk. The natural light coming through the window landed perfectly on the wood, illuminating the workspace without the need for candles. Jacob searched his drawers, finding the file with relative ease. He grabbed a dip pen, opened an ink pot, and quickly began scrawling details down.

He was lost in thought at the memory of his encounter with Lord Cardigan when a crude knocking hit the door downstairs. Jacob froze, focusing on the noise outside. All business was kept around the train; he sternly told Evie and Henry not to give out the address to anyone. The only other people who would have had an idea where he was were the Rooks stationed around the street, but they were loyal -- were they not as trustworthy as he thought? Who was at the door?

Harsher thuds against the door made his heart leap. He moved slowly; inch by inch, he stood and crept towards the door, pulling out the cane from his coat as quietly as he could. His boots barely made a sound as he headed down the stairs, hand calmly turning the knob to open the door.

On the other side stood two gentlemen, waiting almost expectantly. “Can I help you?” Jacob asked, tone laced with suspicion.

The two exchanged looks before one started to speak. “Pardon me, sir, but would you be interested in purchasing some humbugs? We’re opening a new shop not too far from here. We thought we could go from door to door to begin our business endeavours.”

Eyes flitting between the two, unease began to set in. “No, thank you.”

“Understood. Have a nice day.” The other tipped his hat and turned to leave as Jacob slowly shut the door again.

“What…?” He’s had bankers act more persuasive than these men. They did not seem that interested in sales. His eyes scanned the room, as if that would give him answers to a most peculiar interaction. In a second, his heart jumped as they landed on the clock. If he didn’t leave now, he’d be late to pick up Lily. He grabbed his coat and hat from upstairs and burst out of the door, rushing in the direction of the school.

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He made the journey by the skin of his teeth, jogging almost the entire way. As soon as he approached, the bell rang, and children began to flood out of the doors. He stood by a tree and scanned the children as they continued to rush out. A few moments later, Lily emerged, nervously clutching her hands together as she scanned the adults around her. Jacob frowned and walked towards her, concern growing. He could see the upset growing as she at first couldn’t see him. “Lily!”

As soon as she heard her name, her gaze immediately landed on the source and took off running towards him. He knelt just in time for her to jump into his arms, face hiding in his neck. “Hey, are you--” He was cut off by the sound of sobs. “Okay, alright, it’s alright, angel.” Confused, he picked her up and went to sit on a bench overlooking the playground, shushing her gently.

Cradled in one arm, Jacob used his free arm to reach into his pocket, bringing out his flask. “Take a drink, sweetheart.” She gingerly took the container, taking a few gulps of the fresh water inside. “Now, tell me what happened.” He tried to speak softly, to not provoke more tears.

“I didn’t do it! They think I did, but I didn’t!”

“What didn’t you do?”

“Throw a rock.”

“Even if you did do that, it’s only a rock.”

“It hit the teacher!”

Jacob was silent for a minute. If they thought she pelted a rock at the teacher, there would have been harsh punishments…

“Please believe me; I promise I didn’t do it!”

Shocked, Jacob pulled her closer. “Of course I believe you! Why wouldn’t I?” His eyes landed on her fists, which have barely opened since he saw her, save for the flask. “Can I see your hands?”

She nodded, and Jacob shifted her against his shoulder so he could use both hands as he slowly uncurled her fingers. Her palms were a stark red, the clear markings of a cane riddled her skin almost completely; and they looked like the instrument hit hard. He quietly asked for the other one, inspecting them with the care one would give to a newborn, brows furrowing at the sight. Lily watched his eyes moving constantly across her hands. The thought of letting her father down ushered tears to the surface. Jacob’s eyes caught hers watering. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry…”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, love. Do you know who really did it?”

Nodding slowly, she pointed to the playground to a boy who was laughing by a group of children who were playing with marbles. “Oliver.”

“Okay.” The two of them stayed there for a while as Lily continued to calm down.

Just as Lily began to smile at Jacob’s conversation, a shadow overcame the both of them. Jacob felt her recoiling into his side. He looked up to see a weathered looking man with a styled moustache and a stiff looking suit, a hand against the back of his head. “So, she’s yours.” The slight tone of disapproval channeled an urge of protectiveness inside him. He sat Lily behind him on the bench as he stood toe to toe with the teacher.

“Is there a problem?” Jacob’s eyes assessed the man from head to toe, noting the thin cane that he leaned on.

“You should be ashamed of your daughter’s behaviour.”

“Why? She did nothing wrong.”

“On the contrary…” Turning around, he removed the cloth on his head, revealing a jagged cut along the back of his head.

“It wasn’t me, sir! It really wasn’t!” Lily was begging for her teacher to believe her.

“Then who was it?”

Lily stood up on the bench still hiding behind Jacob’s shoulder but managing to equal his height. “Him.”

Her finger showed Oliver laughing at someone who had tripped over a skipping rope.

“Do you really think that she would do something like this?” Jacob raised an eyebrow.

Neither agreeing or disagreeing, he instead gestured with his cane. “I’m watching you, Y/L/N.” Jacob narrowed his eyes. “I would be mindful of your attitude towards my daughter.”

Grumbling, the teacher turned and walked away. “Oliver!”

“Th-Thank you.” A sniffling from behind him softed his face and melted his heart.

“Let’s go, angel. There’s some iced cream with our name on it.”` He hoisted Lily on his hip and headed in the direction of home, hoping that the anger would dissipate with each passing step.

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The house came into view shortly after Jacob left the sweet shop, two cardboard pots of the cold dessert in their hands. “This is delicious!” Lily was almost her normal self again over the journey home, relinquishing details of the day as they closed the short distance to the house. Placing Lily on the floor, he took out his key and pushed it into the lock, turning the knob. Without turning the key, the door opened. He must’ve forgotten to lock it when he left the house earlier. Brushing it off, he opened the door the rest of the way and stepped aside for Lily to enter first. He checked the rest of the street one more time for anything out of the ordinary before shutting and locking the door behind him, acting safe rather than sorry.

A slight smell filled his nose as he walked into the room. It was barely there, but he could smell something. Unfocusing his eyes, he watched as colours flooded his vision. Looking around, he couldn’t spot anything strange right away, but the smell was in the air and it set him on edge. Shaking his head, he rubbed his eyes. He had felt more emotion in one day than he had for a long time, and his body had worn him out. “Are you hungry, Lily?”

She sat at the kitchen table. “A little bit.”

“Anything you particularly fancy tonight?”

“Hmm… Sausages and potatoes!”

Jacob chuckled at her excitement. “Consider it done, my lady.”

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Dinner was over and done with by the time the sun set below the skyline. Jacob helped Lily get ready for bed before tucking her in. “When’s Mama coming home?” she asked, playing with Jacob’s hair.

“Hopefully in a few days; Warwick is surprisingly far, even by carriage.”

“Thank you. For believing me.”

Jacob smiled sombrely. “I will always believe you. That also reminds me…” He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a small pot of salve. “May I?” Lily offered her hands, and Jacob gently rubbed the ointment over her raw skin.

“It’s cold.”

“It’s supposed to get rid of the pain. How do they feel?”

She nodded. “Good.”

As he returned the salve to the table, he took a breath, steeling himself to give either the best news or the worst news.

“How would you feel… if I asked your mother--”

“To marry you?!” Her eyes widened, her smile reaching her ears. “Yes!”

She jumped out of the covers to hug Jacob tightly. He reciprocated, closing his eyes to savour the moment. “Please ask her,” she whispered.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Giggles filled the air as he pulled the covers over her again.

“Thank you, for letting me in.”

“You make Mama happy. That’s all I want.”

Jacob sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. “You’re wise beyond your years.” He leant down to kiss her forehead. “Goodnight, angel.” He stood up and blew out the candle.

“Goodnight, Papa.” Lily didn’t miss the way Jacob’s eyes crinkled as he smiled, shutting the door quietly.

He poked his head into his study, sighing when he saw his half-finished paperwork that needed to be handed to Greenie the next morning. Every fibre in his being resisted, but he knew his procrastination would catch up to him eventually. So he sat down, lit a candle, and tried to wrap everything up in as little time as possible.

About half an hour went by before Jacob finished the long overdue paperwork. Struggling to keep his eyes open, he went downstairs to the spare room he kept his bedclothes in. He fell backwards onto the bed. “Just five minutes…” he bartered with himself, resting his eyes.

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A scream made his blood run cold.

Bolting upright, Jacob immediately noticed plumes of smoke coming in from underneath the door, the burning smell inviting a cough from his lungs.

The house was on fire.

He lunged for the doorknob, the metal quickly searing his skin. His fingers clenched around the knob reflexively. “Ah, fuck!” He shook out his hand, watching as the flesh blistered in front of his eyes. Turning around, he dug around in the chest of drawers for extra clothes to wrap around the knob, turning and pulling swiftly before the heat travelled through the fabric. The door burst open. Jacob ducked as the flames whipped around the open space, newly fed by the released oxygen. Fresh smoke engulfed the room; Jacob inhaled a lungful as it blew towards him. He cleared his chest as he fanned the smoke away. Wrapping the clothes around his arm as a guard, he braced himself and ran upstairs, only one thing on his mind.

“Lily?!” The flames had almost completely engulfed the lower floor; he was surprised and relieved that he had managed to dodge any falling debris. “Lily!” He covered the metal with the clothes as he reached her door, slowly peeling the door away and slipping through as small a gap as he could, avoiding the mistake he made earlier. He closed the door behind him, the air luckily cleaner in her bedroom. “Lily, where are you?!”

He checked under the bed, and began to grow panicked when he couldn’t find her. He heard the scream, but nothing else. What if…

He swallowed, trying to ease the tight band in his chest.

Opening the wardrobe, he practically collapsed in relief when he saw Lily cowering in the corner. “Come to me, angel.” She dived into his arms, quivering in fear. “It’s alright, we’ll get out. I need you to be brave for me, okay?”

“Okay.” Her voice was shaking.

He looked around for a quick exit, eyes landing on a window. He led Lily over and unlatched it, pushing it with his uninjured hand, albeit with difficulty. Leaning out, the air cleansed his lungs. He hoisted Lily onto the windowsill to give her fresher air, holding her to make sure she doesn’t fall out. She clutched onto him tightly. He noted how it opened into an alleyway. He heard the bells of police and fire engines around the front of the house.

“HEY! OVER HERE!” A man peered around the corner. “HEY! HELP!”

“We can’t fit the ladder through here! You have to go around the front!”

Jacob blinked. “Have you gone mad?!”

“There’s a small window around the front, looks like the landing. You better make a move before it’s no longer an option!”

“Can’t you just climb down?” Lily mumbled, mind in shock.

Jacob inspected his blistering palm; it felt as if he was still holding the doorknob. Slowly, he put pressure on his hand against the windowsill. The pain immediately bubbled up his arm. Biting his lip, he tried to pull himself onto the windowsill. With his weight, it was maybe possible, since he could drop higher than normal and roll once he hit the floor. With Lily, that wasn’t an option.

“I can’t risk it.”

“Well?!” The man was still there, watching him.

“Be ready!” Jacob pulled Lily into him. “I need you to breathe into this, alright, angel?” She nodded slowly. He gave her one of the shirts wrapped around his arm. “Close your eyes.”

“Should I count to ten?”

“It shouldn’t take any longer, love.”

Taking a second to compose himself, he wrapped his hand up and opened the door, squeezing through as little as he could before shutting the door again. He made a beeline for the end of the hall, dodging the flames as they grew nearer, licking the edge of the wooden floor. Reaching the window was the easy part. The hard part was opening the damn thing. It felt heavier than it usually did, and he strained his free hand to push it to the top. Outside, firemen were already level with the window, waiting for the two of them to emerge.

“One of you at a time.” Without hesitating, Jacob leaned out of the window, one arm reaching Lily out of the window, while the other stopped him from falling out himself.

Just as the firemen approached, Jacob heard a crack above him. “Take her. Take her now!” The urgency in his voice paid off, as he jumped out of the way of a falling support beam, blocking his way out. He hit the floor, covering his face as embers flew around him

Lily crying out caused his heart to flip, but he managed to catch a glimpse of her safely in the arms of the firemen. “No! PAPA!” His anxiety eased slightly, but only just. He scrambled to his feet just as the beam crumbled completely, blocking the window from view.

“Shit!” Coughing, Jacob looked around for another exit. His mind thought back to Lily’s bedroom; he could probably climb down carefully one-handed if he was quick enough. His study also seemed to be the furthest from the rest of the flames.

However, he was on borrowed time.

Downstairs was fully demolished; there was no way out there. Upstairs was closing in on him fast, the heat beginning to singe the hair on his arms and sear his skin. He ran for his study, narrowly avoiding falling debris. As he slammed the door shut, he was relieved at the sight of the room being unscathed. For now. He looked over the papers; they were definitely worth taking.

He emptied his desk of the files and stuffed them in a satchel that hid under his desk. He worked tenderly with his burned hand, careful not to aggravate the wound more than he already had. He coughed some more as he slid the satchel over his head, tightening the strap so it would lay fast against his back. As the cold leather touched his skin, he hissed. The flames must have licked him on the way in. He turned to check how much time he had left.

The fire had crept inside the doorframe, taunting him in a turbulent tango.

Jacob hurried for the window, looking for the latch. His fingers felt around the edge, but he couldn’t feel anything. He tried pushing, with no luck. Does this window not even open?!

Frantic, his non-dominant and uninjured hand went for the first thing that he could always rely on.

Two wide shots rang out, cracking the glass in a spider-web mosaic. He moved to shatter the glazing, but the world began to spin. Knees wobbling, he fell against his desk, hitting the floor. Coughing hurt, breathing hurt, thinking hurt.

But he was so close.

He blinked away the world that spun around him, shakily getting to his feet. He threw the force of his whole arm into the window, the gun providing the force to break the shards completely. Clearing the way for his hands, Jacob holstered the gun and slowly began the climb onto the roof.

He wasn’t dying. Not today.

Wincing every other second, he pulled himself half-heartedly onto the tiles. Jacob took a second to try and stabilise his vision, securing extra fabric around his hand. He manWeuvered his way around the burning holes, hoping instead to find a way down that doesn’t involve jumping or falling.

Unfortunately for him, that choice was made for him.

A tile came loose under his foot. He slipped, the edge of the roof coming almost too soon for him to react. His fingers grasped the gutter, which did nothing but snap under his weight. Upon hitting the ground, Jacob managed to roll, but instead of ending on his feet, he slumped across the floor. Groaning, he lay still as he recollected himself. To anyone else, he looked dead.

A pained cry set his heart pumping again, yet he didn’t realise at first that the cry was because of him, not for him. Light footsteps rushed over to him. “Pa? Papa?” He felt fingertips dance across his cheek. “Please wake up!”

He reached for the source of the voice. “I’m okay. Are you alright?” He managed to open his eyes to check over Lily’s state. Her eyes were bloodshot, her skin was dirtied in soot, and one of her hands was bleeding. “Has anyone said they would help you with this?”

She shook her head, the worry not leaving her face. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be; it’s over now.” He began the arduous process of standing up; from his stomach to his hands to his knees to his feet. Offering his hand to her, Jacob led the two of them out into the street. When everyone gathered in the street saw them, they cheered. Rooks quickly came to assist Jacob and pick up Lily, but he waved them away. He limped his way to the ambulance wagon waiting in front of them. Lily was hoisted onto the end while Jacob leaned heavily against the side. Lily faced him for reassurance.

“Mr Frye, sir!” He tilted his head as little as he could to get a view of who was calling his name. “Are you alright?”

“I’ll be fine; just a bit singed.” He tried to joke, but the pain in his face betrayed his laidback attitude. He grasped his ribs, as if it would ease the burn on the inside. “Where’s Evie?”

“As soon as we heard what happened, we sent for her. She should be here any minute now.”

“Lily goes with Evie. As soon as she shows up, take her to the train. She’ll be safe there.” Another hard cough shook his chest.

“With all due respect, are you sure you’re well?”

“I’m… I…” The floor was ripped from under him. Jacob’s knees buckled as his vision went black. After a few seconds, he came to. The Rooks had caught him on the way down. Disorientated, he blinked, trying to process what was going on around him.

He heard a familiar voice. “Where are they?” Rooks wrapped Jacob’s arms around their necks, pulling him to the edge of the wagon. He barely registered arms pulling him from behind to lie down. He noted how he was staring up at the stars.

“Evie!” A young, panicked yell drove Jacob to sit up, but hands pushed him back down against the wood.

“You don’t want to make things any worse, Mr Frye.”

His body jolted between consciousness and unconsciousness as Evie came into view. She also looked worried. “Jacob? I’ve got Lily; she’ll be safe. I’ll come to the hospital as soon as I can.” Lily was snuggled against Evie, a bandage wrapped around her hand.

“Let’s hope I don’t fall off.” It was weak and hoarse, but there was humour in his tone.

“You better not.”

“Take the bag.” He gestured to the leather satchel underneath him. Slowly, she undid the strap and pulled it out from under him, barely able to avoid causing a wince. She looked inside to find the papers in impressive condition. “It’s the paperwork Greenie asked for.”

Jacob’s smile was weak as the wagon began to drive away. The rocking of the cobblestones was rough, and although jarring, also brought comfort. He fell in company with the stars as his consciousness left him yet again.

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The next time he became lucid, he immediately noticed that he could breathe better; oxygen was easier to take in than before, and although not perfect, kept the lightheadedness away. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking to adjust to the light. The feeling of rough gauze was not unfamiliar to him, so he assessed the wounds on his back based on how rough it felt to lean on.

He brought his burned hand up to see that it had also been wrapped neatly. Although that was the majority of his wounds, his entire body ached. He leaned back into his pillow and closed his eyes, assessing the situation. Approaching footsteps made him roll his head to the side, and a doctor appeared with a clipboard. “How are you feeling, my boy?” He asked with a pencil in his mouth, flipping through the various pages.

“Like I’ve been run over by a carriage. Multiple times.”

“I’m not surprised; you inhaled half a factory.”

Jacob prepared himself for the question he knew he had to ask but would hate the answer to. “How long has it been?”

“Oh, a few days, give or take.”

“How many days are we giving or taking?”

Just then, a door opened on the far end of the ward, a few people rapidly approaching. As they turned the corner, Jacob’s heart sank a bit. You were hurrying towards him with the look of a mortified wife, but he dreaded what you thought would be more mortifying: your house burning down, putting your only daughter’s life in danger…

“Thank God!” You swerved around the bed and kissed him, one which conveyed a hundred different emotions, the most evident being relief. After the initial shock, Jacob’s fingers came to your jaw, lightly directing as he kissed you deeper.

He slowly pulled away, worried eyes scanning your face. “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I haven’t the foggiest what happened--”

“You’re both safe; that’s all that matters.”

“But the house…”

“I’ve been prepared for disasters like this for a while. Everything I couldn’t stand to lose went in a fireproof box. There’s nothing gone that I can’t replace.”

“Papa!” Your eyes widened as you exchanged an impressed look with Jacob. Lily had crawled onto the bed and nestled her way into Jacob’s arms.

“Are you alright?” Without speaking, she nodded, deciding to play with his hand, fidgeting with his fingers and tracing the lines. Jacob looked to Evie, who followed her in.

Shepulled a concerned face, coming up to her and putting her hands over Lily’s ears. “She’s been crying herself to sleep, sometimes waking up in the middle of the night calling for one of you, sometimes both. She’ll heal, I’m sure, but for now I think time needs to pass. I investigated what could have happened that night; it wasn’t you.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they were Templars; pisses me off though.” He turned to you. “If you hadn’t visited your family…”

“Don’t ponder the ‘if’s, Jacob. It leads to all sorts of grief.” You threaded your hands through his hair.

Evie nodded. “All I know is what happened, not necessarily who did it.”

“Go on.”

“The house was rigged to burn down. Someone must’ve broken in, set down some oil or gas, and set it alight. It all happened very quickly -- it’s a miracle you got out when you did.”

At the explanation, Jacob ran a hand down his face. “The fun never stops.” He shifted to stand up.

“What are you doing?” You put your hand on his shoulder.

“I’m going to find whoever did this, and I have a feeling I know exactly where to start.”

“Not in this state you’re not.”

He stood up, much to your protests. “Honestly, Y/N, I’m…” His vision went black immediately, blood rushing to his head.

You quickly caught him. “‘Fine?” Sitting him down again, you brushed his hair out of his face. “Just take it easy.”

“I have errands to run.”

Evie whispered something to Lily, who gave the couple a mischievous grin. “We can do it!”

Jacob smiled, catching on. He leaned down to Lily’s ear. “Pick something Y/F/C,” he whispered. She nodded, grabbing Evie’s hand and running away.

The both of you laughed as Evie was dragged out of the ward. “What was that about?” You raised an eyebrow at the secrecy.

“It’s a surprise.”

Rolling your eyes, you joined him on the bed. “Don’t keep me waiting for too long.”

Jacob smiled to himself, the familiar excitement climbing. “I won’t.”

[littlenephilim999uriel]

Secret Visitor

This is a continuation of the One Shot I did about being the niece of the Queen of England. Link down below. https://littlenephilim999uriel.tumblr.com/post/154583927471/imagine-being-the-niece-of-the-queen-of-england

It has been a few weeks since (y/n) met the Frye twins and somehow she wasn’t able to forget about the Male. What was his Name again? Oh right Jacob... It was an emberassing encounter but nonthenless it kinda still sent her heart into a race. Just thinking about him made her Face burst into a blush. Suddenly feeling very hot, the Female went over to the Window and looked outside trying to get her mind off of this amazingly good looking.... Gah! Stop it Brain! With an annoyed growl she opened the Window letting in the Warm summer breeze. (y/n) closed her Eyes and took a deep breath listening to the sounds of People and Horses passing by outside. “Hello there Beautiful.”

ACK! Letting out a terrified squeak (y/n) stumbled back which resulted in her bumping into the table, which luckly stopped her from falling down. A familiar Face was at the Window and jumped in with ease now standing infront of the Still shaken Female.

Jacob chuckled and send her a charming Smile like last time, which sent her heart racing all over again. “I am very sorry to have scared you like that. I just really wanted to see you again.” He said with a smile slowly walking closer. Jacob gently took her hand and placed a kiss ontop of it, allthewhile locking eyes with her. “It is a pleasure to meet you again... M’Lady.”

(y/n) let out a shuddering breath she didn’t know she was holding. “The Pleasure is all mine Mr. Frye.” He just smiled at that which made her give him a shy smile as well. Then it suddenly hit her. He was inside her Bedroom. In the Castle. On the Second floor. They were alone. This would look so wrong if anyone entered right now! “You can’t sneak into my Room! What if someone saw you?!” She let out with a shriek. Jacob just chuckled at that. “If you keep on screaming like that they will find me.” This made the Female shut up and look away emberassed. “Anyhow...” She started. “You can’t just climb into my Room I am a Princess you know!” She huffed at him sending him a pout. Jacob being the Charmer he is, just loved seeing her all Cute and flustered. “I just couldn’t forget M’Ladys beautiful face so I just had to come see you. It wasn’t easy to find your room.” This made her blush deepen even more. Was it getting hot in here? “Well you found me so now what?” (y/n) dared to look at him even though her face was still burning a bright red. “I didn’t catch your name last time Beautiful.” Jacob almost purred. “If you must know my Name is (y/n). Now please leave before they find you here.” Actually she didn’t want him to leave and he knew that. But she was just too scared what would happen if they found him here. Jacob knew if he wanted to enjoy her Company again some time he had to leave for now. “Very well M’Lady (y/n).” He said slowly walking over towards the Window. Jacob then turned back around smiling at her. “May I visit you again sometime?” “Wha-?! No.... I-.. Not in the Castle. I will send you a letter where to meet me. Now leave!” (y/n) stumbled over her words but finally made the decision that yes, she wanted to meet him again. “I will await your letter then.” He said with a wink before pulling his hood up. (y/n) would be lying if she didn’t admit she swooned just a little bit right now. With a last glance he leapt out the Window and quckly disappeared up onto the roof.

Letting out a sigh (y/n) closed the window and then sat down on the big window sill. Great... now she needed to come up with a Plan to sneak out of the Castle and where to meet him. Oh man was she smitten, little did she know Jacob was as well.

[thero0ks]

Decade of Loneliness <Jacob Frye>

I’ve had this fic posted to AO3, but never transferred it to Tumblr. Please enjoy if you haven’t read it yet, or re-enjoy if you want to reread :D

“Jacob, we need to talk..” She said rocking on her feet. Her hands were fidgeting inside her coat pockets.

“What is it love?” He asked following her out of the pub.

She took a deep breath for courage, “I need to say this at least once.” She began as she turned to face him. “Jacob I like you, so much it hurts.” She said biting her lip in anticipation of his reaction.

“I don’t know what to say.” His eyes were wide as his jaw went slack.

She let out a nervous breathy laugh, “don’t say anything then. It’ll just make it worse.” She said with a wave of her hand. “Anyways, I’ve come to tell you I'm leaving. I already told Evie goodbye, and I wanted to say goodbye to you as well.” She said simply.

“You’re leaving?” Jacob asked startled.

The (h/c) nodded scuffing her boot across the cobblestone. “It's time for me to move on. I’ve been reassigned to France.” She said with a shrug as she looked up at him once more.

"I promise I’ll write, and Jacob?” She inquired.

His eyebrows raised, “yeah?”

“Try not to give Evie and Henry too much trouble..and take care of yourself.” She said giving him a brief hug before setting off.

“(Y/N)!” Jacob called, and she turned.

“If I’d said I cared too would you have stayed?” He called across the street.

“Maybe.” She said simply before turning on her heel once more.

** As the years passed the letters with Jacob quit entirely. (Y/N) was still in regular contact with Evie. She was happy to hear of Evie and Henry’s marriage, and was surprised to learn of their move to India. She couldn’t help but feel for the younger twin being alone in London. Perhaps he had someone by now. There was no way of knowing. (Y/N) was too embarrassed to mention the younger Frye twin in any of her letters to Evie.

It was late summer when she was given orders to return to London. She was scheduled to arrive in early fall.

When she arrived in London she found herself seated in a café staring out a window watching the rain pelt the London cobblestones. Her mind drifted back to Jacob. She’d convinced herself that it was the timing of things. They were both young, and neither one was truly ready for any commitment of any sort. She was still convinced there had been something between the two. She could still recall the way his eyes would light up whenever she walked into a room. Her thoughts were cut off when she heard a giggle. She felt something brush against her legs and grip her coat.

“Emmett!” She heard an exasperated voice. A voice she recognized. She glanced down at the young boy hiding in her coat.

She smirked behind her teacup, “well Mr. Frye it seems as though God has quite a sense of humor.”

“I’m terribly sorry miss...do we know each other?” Jacob asked startled.

(Y/N) scoffed with a roll of her eyes, “I help you free London, and you can’t even recognize my voice? Typical.” She said shaking her head as turned to look at him.

“(Y/N)?” He managed to utter out. In the blink of an eye he had his arms wrapped around her, his face buried in her chest. She was surprised at his reaction, but happily wrapped her arms around him.

The little boy crawled out from the table poking Jacob in the side. Jacob quickly released (Y/N) turning to face the little boy, “da, who is this?”

“This is an old friend..(Y/N)” He said with a smile.

The boy quickly crawled into her lap any shyness completely gone, “I’m Emmett Frye.” He said grabbing a strand of her hair.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Emmett.” She said steadying the boy so he wouldn’t fall.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re just like your father?” She asked with a chuckle.

The boy merely shrugged, “auntie Evie does.”

“Evie says you two still write?” Jacob asked sitting down at the table taking a sip of her tea. He used to be convinced that her tea always tasted better than his, and a decade later the statement still rang true. (Y/N) nodded, “we send letters as often as we can. France hasn’t been the most exciting.” She said with a soft chuckle. “The wine has been excellent though.” She added as Emmett shifted in her lap. “How have you been?” She asked.

Jacob shrugged, “good...exhausted.” He added glancing at Emmett.

“Children tend to do that, and a child of Jacob Frye...well I can only imagine.” She said with a laugh.

Jacob grinned, “he’s a little too much like me.”

(Y/N) glanced down at the boy who was now dozing in her arms, “well he’s quite the charmer, and definitely not shy.” She added.

“He hasn’t taken a nap in months.” Jacob said his eyes bright, and almost misty.

(Y/N) studied him for a moment, “Jacob...are you okay?” She asked softly.

Jacob glanced down at his best friend. They hadn't spoken a word in ten years, but it only felt like a day. The connection was still there, and the trust between the two hadn't been broken. “Honestly? No." He said sitting back with a sigh. "Emmett’s mother left a few months ago. It’s been hard, taking care of Emmett, and running the brotherhood.’ He said with a sigh. “We’re supposed to get another master assassin soon.” He added punching the bridge of his nose.

It was then that she noticed the faint crows feet at the corner of his eye. “Jacob...did they not tell you?”

“Tell me what?” He asked his eyes watching his son.

“I’m the master assassin they sent for. I was going to report tomorrow. I just assumed you knew…” She said trailing off.

“You’re staying?” He asked perking up.

She nodded, “I think Emmett isn’t the only one who could use some sleep." She said studying his bloodshot eyes. "How about we put Emmett down for a nap, so you can rest, and I'll take care of everything else.” She said standing up, careful not to wake the boy.

“You don’t have t-” Jacob started.

“Jacob that’s what friends do..and it’s okay to ask for help sometimes. Evie isn’t here, and you're still my best friend.” She said added. "It's what friends do. Remember?" She asked offering him a small smile.

Jacob finally agreed, taking Emmett from (Y/N). The boy was still snoring away happily. Jacob lead her down the streets of London. “I have to ask, are you still living in a train?”

Jacob let out a laugh, “I was until Emmett’s mother informed me I couldn’t raise a family in a locomotive.”

“Jacob Frye bought a house?” (Y/N) teased. “You really did get boring when I left.” She said as Jacob let out a laugh.

“I couldn’t keep up that lifestyle forever you know.” He said nudging her shoulder.

“True.” She said with a grin. When they arrived at Jacob’s home they put Emmett to bed. “Now, go to bed.” She ordered as she started picking up Emmett’s things.

“Yes ma’am.” Jacob grumbled trudging down the hall.

Soon Y/N had the whole house clean, and she was sitting down on the couch to relax when she heard the soft patter of footsteps as Emmett came down the hall rubbing his eyes. He crawled onto the couch snuggling into Y/N’s side as he started to wake up. “When’s mommy coming back?” He asked gripping his teddy bear.

“Oh Emmett.” She said softly rubbing the boys back. “Do you know how much your daddy cares for you?” She asked. The little boy shrugged. “He would do anything for you Emmett. Auntie Evie, and uncle Henry loves you a whole bunch as well.”

He sniffled, “they’re far away though.”

(Y/N) pulled Emmett into her lap, “now you have me, and I’ll be here whenever you need. If you need someone to tuck you in, or someone to talk to I’ll be here. I know I could never replace your mom, but I can give you any love that she may not be capable of giving you.” She said softly.

“(Y/N)?” Emmett asked softly burying his weepy eyes into her neck.

“Yes?” She hummed.

“Can you sing me a song?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Of course,” she said softly.

Jacob leaned against the wall his heart aching at his son’s words. An old wound was reopened when he heard his friend speak. He felt guilt at his display of unrequited love. He hadn’t been entirely truthful that day. He’d loved the woman so much. When she left he felt like a shell. He couldn’t tell her that he loved her. His younger self felt broken, and he didn’t feel right dragging her into his problems. Here she was though, after all this time. He had a child now, and she still wasn't leaving.

He thought back to the last letter he tried to send. He didn't know how to tell her about Emmett. He wrote a hundred letters, and set fire to each one. This was something you couldn't put into a letter. Emmett's mother had demanded he stop writing to her as well. For his family's sake he ended all communication. He did ask Evie about (Y/N). After a while he didn't need to ask anymore, Evie would just tell him in all her letters. Evie had never been a fan of Emmett's mother.

"Do you think we could go to the park?" Emmett asked softly.

(Y/N) chuckled, "my dear little Rook it's pouring out. I don't want you catching a cold."

Jacob stepped into the room with a small smile, "I haven't heard you talk about my rooks in years." He said softly, sitting down next to her.

“How long were you lurking?” She asked nudging his shoulder.

“Long enough.” He admitted running his hand up the back of his neck in a nervous manner.

The evening passed quickly, and after Emmett was tucked into bed (Y/N) and Jacob found themselves seated in front of the fire. (Y/N) pulled a flask out taking a long pull from it before handing it to Jacob. Jacob took a drink as a heavy silence fell on the pair. Jacob’s hazel gaze bore into the fire. “I wasn’t entirely truthful.” He began hesitantly.

(Y/N) looked at him intently taking another swig from the flask. “That day you left. I wasn’t entirely truthful.” He clarified.

“Jacob…” She began but he cut her off.

“I need to say this at least once.” He began. Her answer caught in her throat. He recalled their conversation. Even if he had seemed distracted at the time he wasn’t.

“I was terrified, and you were this one good thing in my life that I didn’t want to destroy. When you told me you cared for me I got scared, and I pushed you away. I was convinced that I would destroy any relationship that was between us if we became more. I didn’t want to lose you, but when you left I realized every single day I was losing you more and more. Each time I sent a letter I didn’t think I would get one back, and then when Emmett’s mother demanded I stopped writing to you I thought that I’d lost you forever. When I walked into that cafe today and saw you I realized what a fool I’ve been all these years. You said you cared for me so much that it hurt. Does it still hurt? I mean all those years in France did you feel like you left your heart and soul in London, because you took mine to France.” His eyes were wide searching her face for understanding. She bit her lip in an attempt to compose herself.

“I’ve spent years trying to move on, but every person I kissed left me wishing they were you. My heart and soul separated from me the moment I first saw you.” Her gaze had drifted to the fire. It was easier to confess things with a shifted gaze. “My feelings haven’t changed. You own my heart and soul, and you may do with it as you please.” Her lips were pressed against the whiskey flask, and he scooted to the edge of the couch knees pressing into hers.

His tongue darted across his lips leaving a glossy sheen, “I want to kiss you.”

Her eyes widened at the statement. Jacob was never the kind to beat around the bush, and the way he was looking at her. Pupils blown, lashes drooping, and lips in a perfect pout. All she could offer was a nod as her breath caught in her throat. He pulled her close; palms cupping her jaw leaning down to touch his lips to hers. She finally found out how soft his hair was as she buried her finger in his dark locks. His lips were soft and eager as they kissed, and she gave him a soft nip. He pulled back suddenly with a twinkle in his eye, and his infamous smirk. “Come love, I didn’t know you liked to play that way.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” She said giving the side of his jaw a nip. Jacob let out a low groan.

“I look forward to learning.” He said pulling her lips back to his.

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[fk12b]

Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine. (Nothing is true; everything is permitted.) The wisdom of our Creed is revealed through these words.

Me, deciding to start writing Assassin’s Creed fanfiction

Assassin: "Where other men blindly follow the truth, remember..."

Me, an Initiate: "Nothing is true."

Assassin: "Where other men are limited by morality or law, remember..."

Me, an Initiate: "Everything is permitted."

Assassin: "We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins."

[harveywritings92]

Soulmate AU: Jacob Frye x reader

Soulmate Timer with a slight twist; timer counts down as you get closer to your soulmate, when you're finally in range/found them their name appears on your wrist. So, You don't lose or get them confused with someone else. 

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Y/n sighed for the umpteenth time this evening, here she was dressed as a princess at a royal ball hosted by the bloody queen! and all she wanted to do was go home, sneak out to a club and watch some brawlers get their teeth knocked out...But her harpy of a mother had turned her crazy dial up more so than usual, and decided to forbid Y/n from having a soulmate and she will marry a well off son of noble's family.

Which was just ridiculous! How can one just forbid fate? well, her mother answer was simple "I ignored the timer and married your father and it worked out well." The y/ht girl scoffed and rolled her eyes! Yeah, Mom screams and Dad drinks a real fucking fairy tale that! Well, hopefully destiny will play in motion and she'll meet her soulmate tonight...But Y/n was having her doubts.

The h/c grimaced her body...it was suddenly hot and tingly she coughed struggling to breathe 'Damn corset...' she wheezed tried shifting it around in a poor attempt to loosen the awful contraption and get some wiggle room, unfortunately her actions attracted the wrong sort of attention as a blond man found her alone and fiddling with her bust...a dark smirked graced his lips.

The man smirked and approached Y/n who was too preoccupied with her wardrobe to notice the threat, until a slimy voice greeted the h/c over the muffled music. "Ello there poppet.~" Y/n felt a chill go down her back as she turned around to face the strange! Well actually he wasn't really a stranger on closer inspection he was that banker's son her mother tried to force her to talk to, before wandering away from the ball, And for good reason he made her skin crawl with the way he was eyeing the women.

The y/ht girl remind quiet as she backed away only for her back to hit a wall, he had her against a pillar as alarms were going off in her head! she opened her mouth but nothing came years of being told: "ladies should be seen not heard" echoed in her head, a load of bullocks that is! what if the lady wanted to be heard due to just such a situation?!

"Now, what's pretty little thing like you doing alone out here, waitin' for someone?~" He purred caressing the nervous girl's cheek as Y/n finally found her voice "I-" only to be quickly interrupted. "Ah, there you are Love!" both Y/n and the man turned towards the voice, the h/c felt her breath hitch when she saw the man coming towards her. 

He was tall, muscular and roguishly handsome...his hazel-green eyes held mischief, curiosity and affection when he looked at her, but it was soon replaced with a deadly gleam; making Y/n's unwanted guest take step back. "Sorry I'm late, my sister was nagging me." He said wrapping his arm around the e/c girl's waist pulling her close, "I-it's fine" she stammered out feeling her face heat up in embarrassment at how small she sounded.

Her mysterious hero however found Y/n's timidness amusing as his lips formed into small smirk, while keeping his eyes trained on the blond man, who clearly didn't like having his toy taken from him, "Who the hell are you?" He demanded puffing out his chest and narrowing his gray beady eyes at the stranger in attempts to intimidate; Only it failed. Honestly it was like a rat trying to stare down a wolf.

"Her husband, if it ain't bloody obvious you thickheaded sod." The mystery man proclaimed briskly as the angered man immediately turned purple then looked down at their hands searching for their rings; they weren't wearing any, and went to smugly point that out only for Y/n's savior to flash his wrist at the man, her e/c eyes widened as warm fuzzy feeling settled her stomach there on the stranger's wrist was Y/n L/n...then that means! she glanced down at her gloved arm and went to see; only for her presumed soulmate to squeeze her hip, clearly telling her 'Not here, wait till he's gone!' ....

She looked up at him as he briefly side glanced her then turned his attention back at the banker's son who looked a less scary to her. "Now I suggest you leave us, Unless you want to start eating all your meals through a straw..." the brown haired man growled venomously while cracking his neck and slipping on some brass-knuckles, The blond man went pale and ran with his tail between his legs. Y/n relaxed for a split second only to yelp in surprise when she was swept off her feet into a tight hug then set back on the ground.

"You have no bloody idea long I've wanted to meet you, love."

"Likewise Mr...."

"Frye, Jacob Frye." He introduced kissing her hand causing her to flush, causing him smirk, "You've gone pink again." he teased caressing her cheek then frowned when he noticed Abberline watching him from behind a pillar mouthing 'we have to go..'  Y/n blinked why he was suddenly upset and went to see what was bothering him, Only for Jacob to pull her into quick passion filled kiss he pulled away took one last look at her face, then took confusing Y/n.

"Jacob?!"

"Sorry Love, after I'm done I'll find you I promise!"

Y/n nodded and watch him and a guard disappear into the palace, leaving the bewildered girl wondering just who Jacob Frye was? Only to be pulled out of her thoughts by her seething mother stomping towards her and grabbed her arm before snarling out. "How dare you? embarrassing me like this! Crawford Starrick is in attendance!? this could have our chance to get you wedded! and you go running off?" Y/n yelped in pain when her mother slapped her leaving a scratch on Y/n's cheek from her mother's ring hooking her, the y/ht girl bit the inside of her cheek as she tried not to cry.

the enraged woman dragged her daughter out of the ball and towards their carriage her father was waiting inside drinking from a flask before glaring miserably at his feet. Listening to his wife rant and insult their daughter, he briefly glanced up at the h/c blank doll like face and winced his forlorn expression screamed 'I'm so sorry.' before looking down at his feet again.  

The next night it was 8 pm Y/n was woken by a chill in the air causing her shudder, E/c eyes opened as she looked around her room confused she saw her was window open, alarmed she sat straight up went to the window; the curtains were fluttering in the wind as her e/c eyes looked around the yard cautiously; Not seeing anything or anyone the h/c girl had assumed maybe she had opened it and forgot? Y/n wouldn't put it passed her it had been a long night she could hardly remember all she glanced down a her arm and frowned...

Jacob Frye was written on her wrist, her parents saw it her father looked genuinely happy, but her mother had a conniption going on tirade about how no child of hers was going to marry some guttersnipe gang lord! and forbade her from leaving! Y/n did something she hadn't done before she told that fat cow "No." which earned her another slap which the h/c responded by holding her ground. "You can hit me all you like it, won't change my mind!" this pissed her mother off to no end and threatened disownment!

She smirked smugly at her daughters surprise bemusement before Y/n suddenly broke out in smile causing her mother's brow to furrow. "Thank you, I'll be sure to write!" the h/c chirped and went to go pack a suitcase, only for her mother to screech suddenly grabbing Y/n by her hair and drag her all the way up to her room. "You will not marry that filthy clod! you will stay in this room until you've regained your senses!" the old woman bellowed before ordering two guards to lock the door and don't let her daughter leave!

Then turned back to Y/n smiled maliciously "Starrick by be out, but I met this nice banker with a son just perfect for you.." she sneered Y/n felt her stomach drop when she realized who her mother was talking about...before her door slammed locked leaving Y/n trapped, the h/c frowned as she ran a hand through her hair and hissed. she pulled her hand back found little specks of blood on her finger tips mother's nails must've cut in her scalp, Christ, that woman has a hell of a grip! with a sigh she went to wash up and go to bed.

"Why the long face love?" Y/n gasped and whipped her head towards the voice there sitting at her desk was Jacob Frye flowers in hand and smirking as she ran up and hugged him, His smirk morphed into a frown noticing the bruises on her face and his thumb gently traced over the scratch on her cheek. "Who did this?" he asked concerned though Y/n didn't miss the promise of returning the favor in his voice, making shiver go up her spine.

"M-my mother, saw my wrist she kind of lost it." she mutter Jacob's eyes developed an odd almost glow to them as he scanned her up and down before his gently ran a hand through her hair making her wince finding the bruise and more scratches her mother had left from grabbing her hair, his frowned deepened. "I take this isn't the first time she's done something like this?" Jacob asked ask Y/n sighed sadly "No, she's always been like that, she even forbade to seek you out and-" she and Jacob stiffened when they heard footsteps and the two dashed for her bed, and laid in an awkward position to try and hide Jacob!

The tall man had his arms around her waist and his face in her chest, Y/n grabbed a pillow and made it look like she was hugging it; just as the bedroom door open! The soulmates held their breaths no doubt both could hear and feel their hearts drumming against one another's as quiet footsteps crept into the room, then they heard the window close and whoever came in leaving and second later a guard saying "Her window was open, you probably just heard someone in the street talking..."as their voice fade away the two sighed in relief as Jacob pulled himself out from under the covers a laid down next to Y/n with a smirk. "Y'know this isn't bad sight, you in bed laying in my arms..." he cooed as Y/n blushed then sadly averted her eyes.

"You might not another chance." His brows furrowed confused. "What do you mean?" he pressed wondering why he wouldn't share a bed with her again? "That man the one from the ball, my mother planning to marry me to him!" she said feeling her face hot as tears welled from her eyes, suddenly Jacob pulled her into a heated kissed more intense then first one she gasped feeling his knee between her legs pulled himself on top of her.

Jacob pulled away his eyes had darkened with need. "Trust me love, that won't happen, not if I can help it!" he said with determination his eyes had that odd glow to them again as he surveyed her room listening carefully to any disturbances, then looked back down at Y/n an idea already forming as he pulled himself off the bed trying to calm his other intentions down. "Your going have to get changed, do you have any trousers?" he asked Y/n brows furrowed in confusion.

Y/n was shaking like a leaf as she clung to Jacob's back while he scaled down the side of her house she finally let out a sigh of relief when her feet finally touched the ground, Jacob was shaking, but not from the cold. but from trying not to laugh at Y/n for thanking god and practically kissing the ground as they crept through the garden, they pause when they heard her mother talking through an open window. Y/n felt sick when she realized her mother was making wedding arrangements with the banker and his son just like she said would, without her daughter's permission! She heard the banker ask if Y/n was truly alright with this, her mother lied through her teeth insisting that her daughter was ecstatic!

Jacob tightened his jaw before gesturing for the h/c girl to follow him they made to the front gates, the assassin waved at a group of people dressed in green and gold, they nodded and ran at the gate guards. one of the men pushed a guard to the ground and a woman stole another guard's hat causing the guards to chase them away from the house, the soulmates were home free!

Jacob led Y/n down an alley and the two kept walking until they reached a more populated area and Jacob explained bluntly they were eloping, with a twist! they were getting married tonight, and he going to drop her back home in an hour or three, then they'll let her mom go with her little scheme and she'll be in for a nasty surprise on the wedding day!

Y/n felt giddy as Jacob explained his plan, But a sudden thought cause to her pause, how could they get married tonight? don't they need a few days to register with the city or something? "Oh don't worry love, I got some people who owe me some favors." He grinned Y/n was confused just who the hell was she marrying? her curiosity was again roused when she saw Jacob leading her to a train.

"Wait, why are we getting on a train?" the brown haired man paused realizing he'd forgotten to tell her he lived on a train."It's kind of my home, come on I'll show you." he said grabbing her hand and taking her into a car where she was greeted by more people dressed in green and gold, a woman who kind of looked like Jacob, a Indian man, a police inspector and tired old man still in his pajamas holding holding some papers.

The woman introduced herself as Evie Frye, Jacob's twin sister and her husband Henry followed after then Inspector Abberline, the rooks and finally the old man introduced himself as Judge Monroe. apparently Jacob saved him from a house fire some Blighters had started when he refused to give them some documents that would give them ownership of an orphanage, So yes he owed Jacob big time.

Y/n was surprised to find the judge had all the necessary paperwork for them for them to sign, Jacob's sister and his friends acted as witnesses to the whole ceremony. when everything was said and done Jacob took Y/n took a small date. 

He was very happy to find a sneaky and mischievous side to his new wife, when he brought her to a fight club, worried she was going to be upset only to find h/c girl would often sneak out of her house from time to time to watch the fights or rigged a fake door-chime under her desk to distract her mother whenever she was on rant ladies this and high society that!...

Y/n watched her new husband in awe as her took down his opponents with ease, he was showing off to some extent as he would taunt and fake-out his opponent and then knock them out, it made Y/n and the rooks holler and cheer, when he finally won it was a riot the crowd erupted in cheers as Jacob happily walked up to Y/n a gave her quick kiss on the forehead before waving his hands at the crowd, then had few pints with his wife as the two exchanged stories and got to know each other.

Later Jacob snuck Y/n back into her house they shared one last kiss before the gang leader disappeared into the night, It went on like this during the course of two weeks, And y/n's mother suspected nothing! she was busy planner her wedding, hell she didn't even notice her daughter seemed happier then usual her father did however, the h/c was tipped off that the old man knew something, but wasn't saying anything. 

That's why she and father got along, they too much alike! and always had each others back, Maybe that's why he's offering her a sip from his flask as the carriage was drawing them closer to Y/n's doom, the h/c frowned as she glanced down at his hand when something caught her eye...A name on her father's wrist.

Her eyes widened slowly looked up at her father's face, he grimaced and fix his glove; the one he claimed covered up a burn, Y/n was stupefied before slowly dissolving into empathy.

"Daddy...when did?"

"...two weeks after your tenth birthday."

"B-But I don't underst...why would you stay?"

Her father held his hand up to quiet her down. "I wanted to but, then I walked in on your mother yelling at you and destroying that quilt your aunt left before she passed." Y/n remembered that day, that was the day her mother started acting cold and abusive towards her. She couldn't remember what she had done, but she could remember a tea cup being thrown at her; being hit with a book and then her mother cutting up her aunt's quilt... 

"I couldn't just drop everything and leave you with that witch." He mumbled sadly Y/n felt her stomach flop realizing her father had stayed with her mother because of her, the h/c felt tears burn her eyes as her father reached up caressed her cheek. "Now, Now none of that...She'll be upset you ruined her make-up." he cooed even though he was feeling disappointed in himself that he was the one enabling his daughter's misery.  

Y/n took a deep breath as they approached the church, a valet opened the door and Y/n was helped out by her father and led down a red carpet as her eyes scanned the crowed and did a double take when she noticed something in the crowed. Something that never leave her mind, something she'll forget for the rest of her natural life.

A lady twirling a parasol, who had a mustache...

Wait...

That's no lady!

It was a man dressed a woman who smiled and waved at the weirded out bride, for a few moments Y/n looked like she was having an out of body experience, as she tried processed who the man was? she'd seen him before...then the pence dropped.

"Abberline?!" she mentally screamed, a wheeze escaped the stunned girl's throat nearly dropping her bouquet in the process! The inspector winked brought his finger up to his red lips as Y/n and her father kept walking down the aisle and into the church.

The decorations were bright,expensive and tacky...different from the simple and short sighted decorations the rooks had made and put up for their boss and his lady’s special night, Y/n frowned as she scanned the church's interior, all this pastel pink,white and bright green really destroyed it's old Gothic charm and...was that Evie? she glanced near the rafters where she thought she saw a hooded figure move out of sight, So then she really did see Mr. Green in the back of the church...come to think of it security was rather lacking, the h/c had noticed the lack of guards around the church.

She knew for a fact her mother hire extra guards to help make sure Y/n stayed in and Jacob stayed out..."Nothing was going to ruin this day for us!" is what her mother said as the maids got Y/n dressed, Too bad her mother didn't take into account that the filthy gang lord who was destined to be with her daughter was a highly skilled, cocky and stubborn assassin. 

Y/n was lost in thought that she hadn't noticed she was at the alter until she felt her father let go, she looked into the sleazy face of the man her mother picked out, his beady gray eyes held a sickening gleam that made Y/n feel dirty and violated by the mere thought of what he wants to do with her.

The priest began his hold speech about love, togetherness being faithful and then he said the magic words. "If there are reasons why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace..." Y/n glanced at her mother's smug face thinking she's won, 

when a loud voice bellowed from the back "Yeah I got a reason, that's my wife!" in an instant Mrs. l/n face dropped into one of disbelief, horror then contorted into anger, as she and half the church turned to face Jacob Frye. who was in the back of the church leaning against the door frame. 

Smirking at the overbearing woman's red face she finally stammered out "Wh-What nonsense is this?! Security!...Security!!" she shrieked loudly while stomping her feet but, none of the guards came,as the guests all gawked at Y/n's mother like she was possessed.

Jacob ignored her as his hazel-eyes landed on the blond who was touching his woman, the blond scoffed as him "As if I'd believe that a second time." the brown haired man's eyes darkened dangerously as he pushed off the wall began stalking towards them he spoke up.

 "I assure you sir, this time I tell the truth even got a copy of the certificate." He said waving a letter in the man's face. the L/n's lawyer who was also invited took the envelope from him, and read it over he recognized Judge Monroe's signature. Then blanched when he found a second letter from Queen Victoria!?

Who congratulated Jacob on his marriage. "What Mr. Frye says is true, this wedding is illegal and invalid." people started murmuring and getting up to leave.

Jacob held his hand out to his wife who smiled taking his hand and the two walked out of the church happy and content that the plan went off without a hitch, that was until Y/n's mother who was now frothing at the mouth started screeching. "I won't accept this! Y/n get over here now!!" Her daughter just ignored kept walking. "You will do as your told young lady! or else I'll-" She was cut off by Y/n's father throwing his flask down and bellowing.

"M/N, SHUT UP!?" A pregnant silence echoed through out the church as he wife looked like he'd slapped her across the face as he continued to let everything he's been holding. "19 years, I had to listen to you throw tantrums and control our lives, not anymore!" his wife gawked at him like fish.

 "I'm taking a page from my daughter, I'm leaving." He declared before locking eyes with a redheaded man who was sitting in the back, the two smiled at each other fondly, before his soon to be Ex-wife snapped out of her shock and screamed "You can leave me, I f-" She was cut off by F/n mocking her "I forbid it...Sorry dear, but I'm not one of your servants, have a nice life." He sneered and walked away from her, as the redhead man followed after him.

They ran into Jacob's group who were deciding how to get back to their train with Y/n dressed like a kidnapped princess, when she noticed her father. the Frye twins subconsciously stepped in front y/ht girl who looked at her father curiously, While her husband and sister in-law were thinking he was there to take her from Jacob.

 Only for the man to hold his hand up in surrender. "That's that was very madden thing you did back there, You have my respect boy" he held his hand out and Jacob’s eyes widened as he hesitantly shook it.

"Take good care of my daughter, she's the only good thing that came out of that nightmare."  

"I will, I promise sir"

"Good, Y/n? thank you."

He said hugging his daughter before leaving, Y/n's brows furrowed curious why her father thanked her when she noticed the redheaded man wanting in the carriage her father was getting into, she smiled happy as the carriage disappeared around the corner. "I can't wait to get you out of that dress." she heard Jacob whisper huskily but, not to her...

Y/n jumped when she heard someone getting shoved and a male voice yell "Sod off ya bloody git!" she whipped her head around to see Jacob on his arse laughing while Abberline still in a dress was stopping away to find somewhere to change.

Evie nudged Henry "Erm, were going to find a free carriage." he explained as he and the female Frye twin scurried away leaving the soulmates alone, Jacob regained his composure and turned too face, Y/n who was fiddling with her dress's corset trying to loosen it a bit so she could breathe, "Oi, come here." he said holding his arms open, the h/c blinked as her husband pulled her close.

She heard his hidden blade eject and felt it glide along her back, the dress suddenly felt looser and Y/n took a breath no longer having her chest and insides being squeezed to death! "Now, is that better?" Jacob asked recalling how he bumped into Y/n at the ball, how hard she was breathing and ran away before could he say anything, then he felt his timer go off! and saw her name on his wrist and immediately went after her, only to find her backed into a corner by that blond rat.

"My hips are gonna be sore later..." She moaned as Jacob gave her a wolfish grin which confused Y/n.."What?" her husband snicker pulling her close "Oh, nothing love, just thinking about the fun were going to have tonight.~" he purred kissing her on the forehead as Evie and Henry pulled up in a carriage. "Well then shall we Mrs. Frye?" he held his hand out to her and Y/n smirked "Oh, yes we shall." and two soulmate took the first steps into the rest of their lives.

End.

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I'm not about this ending. Like it feels rushed y'know? But I really couldn't think of anything.

[imagines-of-the-creed]

Talk too Much (Jacob Frye)

Had this just sitting in one of my google doc and decided to finish it. It started off good, but the ending isn’t the best, so please forgive me. Hopefully you’ll enjoy!

Word Count: 1986

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“This such a waste of bloody time,” Jacob scoffed while he paced back and forth inside the chilly attic of some abandoned building, rubbing his calloused hands together generate some warmth, “we should be out there, hunting down actual templars, not watching over some poor bloke, who probably doesn’t have a pound to his name, to see if he’s a Templar. Evie has gone mad, I swear…”

You rolled your tired (E/C) eyes, “You need to calm down, everything and everyone has a purpose, right now we are currently trying to find that man’s purpose,” You turned your head in his direction, letting your soft curls invade your view for a brief moment before brushing them back with the slight brush of your smooth fingers. “Besides, we haven’t even been here that long, maybe an hour, and you are already complaining. We’ve been on worse missions and you’ve never complained. Why now?”

Jacob’s hardened hazel gaze met yours and only softened for a moment before he let out another scoff and shook his head slowly while he continued to pace around the attic, “Our purpose is to rid London of the scum that tries to control her. We’ve been here an hour too long and a lot can happen in an hour, the poor being beaten, gangs killing plain in the streets; we do better when we respond with action rather than words or research.”

It was your turn to scoff as he was taking an indirect dig at Evie, “Evie said she would patrol the streets and I believe her, you should too, after all, she is your own sister.” You let your gaze drift from Jacob’s brooding walk to the slightly foggy window, looking at the other house across the street for any signs of activity; there was no activity since you had gotten to the location, you believe that you didn’t even see the face of your target anywhere in sight.

Jacob sucked in a sharp breath, ready to say something on your comment, but instead, he let it go and let silence take control of the conversation. The only sound from behind you was the consistent clicking of his worn boots on the creaky wooden floorboards and his soft muttering about the whole mission.

While you continued to sit by the window with a small gas light to illuminate your bored face, the winter breeze crept into the attic through the cracks around the window and wrapped your body in a chilly blanket. Your cheeks and the tip of your nose were a rosy pink despite the fact that you had been inside longer than it would it take for those to form if you went outside.

The silence was bothering you and you could tell it was having the same effect on Jacob as well. You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Evie would pair you, a smart, sarcastic, short-tempered woman, and Jacob, a cheeky brute, together on a mission that required patience and critical thinking, skills that either one or the both of you lacked. When you briefly asked her about it, she brushed it off as you both needing to learn how to one way or another. You had faith in Evie, but just like Jacob, you were starting to doubt the purpose of this mission.

“You do know that you don’t have to sit at the window like some dog, waiting for something exciting to happen, you can step away and join me in trying to stay warm; you’ll probably freeze to death before the night’s over if you stick to that terrible window.” Jacob motioned for you to get up from that chair of yours and walk around with him.

“You can get your point across without referring to me as a dog,” you narrowed your eyes as you turned around in your chair and watched him slow his pack so he could focus more on you, “And if name-calling is the game you want to play, I got so many for you that I could write at least two books from them.”

“Just two?” He smirked while your frown grew; he liked upsetting you, but he only did it for fun and games. “Come on love, if you were listening, I referred to your action as being similar to a dog, not you yourself and if you want to play a game why not some questions? I feel like you must not know a lot about me if you didn’t know that I was only messing with you moments before.”

A sigh of defeat escaped your lips while you hesitantly got up from your chair, “What about keeping an eye out?”

“Come on now, love, you and me both know that this mission was a sham to get us out of Evie’s hair, believe it or not, just because you are the complicit one out of the both of us, you test her nerves sometimes just as I do.” He laughed at the end, thinking back to all the trouble he had caused for her.

You knew he was right; Evie wouldn’t waste your talents on a simple recon mission, but you did tend to smother her at times as well too. “Alright, I’ll play your little game, for now.”

“I’ll ask you something first…” He paused for a second, touching his chin while he pondered on the question that was on the tip of his tongue, “What do you like best about me?”

“This is supposed to be a game about finding out things about one another yet you turn it into all about you.” A scoff left your lips and created a wispy ghost in front of your face; it only lasted a second, but it captured your attention and reminded you of how cold you truly were.

“Oh love, get off your high horse and just answer the question, I’m sure it’ll be a good one.” He smiled at you with his eyebrows slightly raised. Just seeing his face like that made you feel a certain way; you weren’t sure if you wanted to slap him because of his words or smile back sheepishly because of his own smile.

“Alright… I like your enthusiasm, how charming you can be--only on missions, may I state--and how you are with the urchins; they’ve had a rough life since birth and it’ll only get harder, it’s nice when someone is able to be kind to you.”

Jacob chuckled, “I’m glad to hear that you think of me as a charming; I know you don’t mean just during the missions, but I’ll keep that between the both of us.”

“Don’t be a fool, oh wait, you already are,” You smirked at him as he clutched his chest to act as if he was wounded by your comment, “my question shall be the same as yours.”

“Well, I believe you just answered that question about me, but I’ll gladly add some things I do love about myself--”

“You know what I mean, you halfwit.” You chuckled as he began to get excited when he was about to talk about himself.

“Oh love…” He paused for a moment and stared at you adoringly, taking in the contours of your face that were made by the gaslight illuminating your features, “I love a lot of things about you, so many things that I believe that I could write a book on each thing I love.”

Your face turned red at his comment, so red that you could feel the warmth returning to your face and all over your body. You turned away from him so suddenly, you had purposely let your knife fall out of its holster and clatter on the ground just so you could have an excuse for your sudden actions.

Jacob laughed at your actions, knowing full well that he had gotten the reaction he wanted. His smile grew and your blush deepened. You told him to knock off his wordplay, but he did quite the opposite. While you two threw more questions at each other about what foods you liked and where you would love to travel, his compliments kept you warm and brought a smile to your face and never allowed it to fall. You two were so involved with one another, you had long forgotten about the mission you two were on.

“You are unbelieveable, you know that, Jacob?” You chuckled as he turned away to laugh at his own words. You placed a hand over your chest to calm yourself from the fit of giggles that had just taken over you moments ago.

“That’s what everyone has told me.” Jacob mused, looking at you and then at the window behind you to see the snowfall that must’ve started long ago into the night, “It’s snowing.”

“Like I said, unbelieveable,” you chuckled while you brushed the curls out of your face once more, “even if it is, we’re inside.”

“We may be inside, but you and I are still freezing to death, aren’t we?” Jacob spoke as he stretched out his limbs, “Why don’t--”

Jacob was taken back by your sudden actions once again as his sentence was cut of by your lips landing on his. You gave him no warning and just hoped on his lap and planted your lips on his and wrapped your arms around his neck, interlocking your fingers in his hair. While your eyes were closed, his were wide with shock, but once he registered what was happening, his body relaxed and his calloused hands snaked their way up your back and into your silky (H/C) curls. Your lips moved in sync with his and the longer the kiss dragged on, the more your the both of your actions became needier.

You broke the kiss, slowly pulling your face away from his to get a large breath of air into your lungs once again. Your (E/C) eyes were illuminated by the gaslight, showing the mirth plain in them. Jacob’s mouth was slightly agape, still trying to process what exactly you had initiated.

“You talk too much…” You whispered, a soft smile crawling onto your reddened lips. “I had to get you to stop talking somehow.”

Jacob could only smile at your words and brought his hands to rest on your hips, “Thanks, love.”

You sat on his lap for a few moments longer before getting off and walking over to the window to see the snow build up on the window ledge. “I guess you weren’t lying after all.”

“Never to you.” Jacob said as he came to stand behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“I say we just get out of here and make our way back to the train if we do stay here, we’ll most likely be snowed in.” You conclude, inspecting the cool air within the attic with a simple exhale of your breath, watching the wispy ghost stay longer in the air.

“That’s what I was going to say before you attacked me,” Jacob looked at you with a dumbfound look that slowly formed into a goofy smile, “if you would’ve waited just a little longer, we could’ve gotten to the train before you did what you did.”

You chuckled and you turned around and gave him a soft hug before making your way to the door, “Well standing here and talking isn’t going to get us there faster, plus, when we do get back, I do have some very personal questions to ask you, if you don’t mind.”

With a sly smile, you threw the door open and began to start running down the stairs and out the door. Jacob only chuckled and began his pursuit after you, the whole time never letting the smile on his face faltered. He was dying to get back in time to answer your personal questions.

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

Hi can i request a Jacob Frye x Reader oneshot? Maybe Jacob talks about his father,his insecurities and reader reassures him that being an assassin is not just about killing people stealthly its about being an antithesis to Templars. If Templars are so devoid of life and unable to see good in anything except for themselves,being an assassins means being full of life and seeing good in people. All qualities that Jacob already possesses.

Here you are, anon! I had to do a little thinking, but I hope this was along the lines of what you were looking for! Thanks for being patient with me, and I hope you enjoy!

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“Father was right, he NEVER approved of your methods!”

Evie’s words echoed over and over in Jacob’s head, nearly driving him mad.

“Father is DEAD!”

It wasn’t until he recalled the memory of his own outburst that the imaginary voice of his twin was finally silenced.

But despite the activity in his head being brought to a standstill, frustration and dejection still brewed hotly in his belly.

Glaring out the open window of his private apartment, he sat down on the sill, letting the slight chill of the outdoors cool his hot face. As he did, he angrily chewed on the stem of his pipe, before taking another puff, trying desperately to allow the scent of the expensive tobacco to soothe him, as it had so many times before.

But it seemed like even that wasn’t working. He was just too enraged to enjoy it.

Leaning back, he let out a puff of smoke with a long sigh, watching it disappear into the early morning air. The hand that held his pipe fell to rest upon his thigh. As anger began to melt into melancholy, his brow relaxed, weariness taking over the irritation that had previously twisted his features.

He was just so tired of it all. The screw ups, the reprimanding, the feeling of never being good enough-

“Jacob?”

Your voice soon broke through the stillness, but the young man didn’t respond.

Having just entered the bedroom, you bravely took a few steps closer towards him.

“Hey, you want get a little sleep?” you tried again, keeping your tone as gentle as possible. “I hear you’ve got a lot to do before tonight.”

He briefly jerked his head to look over towards you in acknowledgement, before getting up and turning away, keeping his back to you as he shifted his gaze back out to the sprawling view of London. “Yeah,” he murmured, his face hardening once more at being reminded of his mission - and everything that came with it.

Your eyebrows knitted together. You had a feeling something wasn’t right with him when he had returned to your shared apartment earlier that morning. He had barely spoken to you, and even refused breakfast - something that Jacob Frye almost never did. But now, after hearing his response, you were quite certain that something was wrong - terribly wrong.

Unable to stand seeing him in such a state, you did the only thing you could think of at the moment. You stepped up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your warm body to his, as your cheek rested against his back.

“Jacob? What’s troubling you?” you asked him softly.

A few moments of silence passed before he sighed again.

“I’m not sure I can do this anymore,” he confessed.

You brow furrowed down further, this time in confusion. “Do what?”

He turned his left wrist, where he was still wearing his gauntlet, upward, and slowly exposed the hidden blade that was tucked within it. “This.”

“I’m not sure I understand...” you admitted slowly.

He quickly flicked the blade back in with a huff of frustration.

“The fucking creed,” he growled lowly. “I have recently been informed that apparently, I’m not a good fit for it.”

You momentarily panicked. Something didn’t happen, did it? Had he somehow been ousted by the Brotherhood? Just what did he do?

You tightened your hold on him.

“Jacob...” you then started up cautiously, trying to keep your nervousness under control. “What happened?”

“Oh, just the usual,” he replied sarcastically as he put out his pipe and set it down in a nearby ashtray. “Received another lovely tongue-lashing from my sister about being too “hasty and destructive”.” He scoffed, “Well, if she thinks her sneaking around and wasting time reading books is the way to go about things, perhaps I’m just better off leaving London to her and going back to Crawley.”

Your eyes widened in shock. You had never heard Jacob speak in such a manner before. You broke away from him.

“Leave?!” you exclaimed, the panic you had tried to squelch finally getting the better of you. “But you’ve done so much for London, already! You can’t give up now, not when you’re so close to freeing the city from Starrick’s control!”

“Have I? Have I?!” he rounded on you, his voice raising a little. “Well, according to some, I’ve done nothing but cause trouble and nearly destroy the place! So, if that’s the case, maybe I should leave! Better that, than remain here with a sister who does nothing but criticize me and my “methods”!” He then began to furiously tear at the buckles on his gauntlet. “Well, excuse me, Miss Frye, for not being a carbon copy of you, the one who always followed the rules, and found favor in father’s eyes, because you’re obviously the perfect Assassin who can never do anything WRONG!”

In a fit of passionate rage, he threw the bracer onto a nearby chair, with tears of frustration in his eyes. Stunned by his outburst, now clearly coming from a gambit of emotions that had been pent up inside of him, not only for the past few weeks, but perhaps years, you could do nothing but stare, speechless.

But before you could find your voice again, Jacob quickly turned away, wanting to hide his face from you, even though you had already seen his wounded expression. Gripping the window sill, he leaned all his weight upon it and let his shoulders drop heavily, followed by his head, as he released a shaky breath.

“Perhaps...perhaps Evie is right...perhaps father was right...” he then said quietly, his voice tight and his tone defeated. “...perhaps I was never cut out to be an Assassin, after all.”

Hearing those words coming from the man you loved completely broke your heart. You knew deep down that wasn’t true. Surely, he couldn’t believe that, either. You sighed as well, wrapping your arms around yourself.

If only you could think of some way to convince him otherwise.

It was then that you heard the distant sound of laughter.

Curious, you stepped up beside Jacob and looked out. After scanning the area, you pinpointed the source of the sound. Upon doing so, something sparked within you at the sight, something more than just an idea.

You had your answer.

Turning towards the man next to you, you gently took his face in your hand and guided it to look towards the spot that you had just focused on.

“Jacob...look.”

You pointed down towards the sidewalk, where a trio of children were chasing each other around a lamppost, before one of them broke away and ran up to an open doorway of a nearby building, where his mother scooped the boy up into her arms and held him tight.

“If you hadn’t eliminated the corrupt owners of that textile factory over on the next block, those children would still be breaking their backs and their families would still be worrying their hearts out,” you reminded him. “But you...you gave those children a reason to laugh again, and their families a reason to hope for better days once more.”

You once again cupped Jacob’s face and turned it towards you, giving him a little smile. “You have done good, Jacob. You have given these people back their lives, free from the Templars’ oppressive control...and isn’t that what being an Assassin is all about?”

Jacob didn’t look convinced.

You shook your head. “Have you truly forgotten, Jacob?” you asked, tenderly caressing his cheek. “It’s not about being the most stealthy or having the highest Templar body count, it about doing right for mankind...and about freedom...and I can’t think of anybody else in London who embodies those ideals more than you.”

Jacob’s eyes shifted away as deep thought blossomed in those dark irises. Finally, it seemed like your words were starting to have an effect on him.

You certainly hoped so.

You continued, “I don’t know about you, but I think having such a strong impact on these people - a positive impact - makes you a better Assassin than you think.”

He finally returned your gaze, and your smile grew a bit. He didn’t smile back or say anything, but his damp, watery eyes silently cried out for that needed validation - a reassurance that he wasn’t the failure he always feared in that back of his mind that he was.

I want to believe you, his gaze desperately seemed to say.

Sensing strongly that he was in dire need of physical ease, you pulled him into your arms, holding him close.

His arms wrapped around your waist and he tightly hugged you back, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck, as he sought the comfort of your warm skin and familiar scent.

“I love you,” he mumbled against the side of your neck, before giving it a small kiss.

“And I love you,” you whispered back into his ear, “for just being you.”

A choked sob finally bubbled up out of Jacob’s throat, after being lodged there for the last few minutes, and he puffed out another heavy breath, its warmth ticking your skin. You nuzzled his neck in return, and for the next few moments, they two of you just stood there in silence, locked in a firm embrace.

“Come on,” you finally said, rubbing his back to try and soothe him a bit more, “best you get some rest now. You’ve got a long day ahead of you.”

You tried to pull away, but Jacob’s arms held firm around your waist.

“Stay with me?” he asked, his eyes again pleading, but for a different reason now. “I...I don’t want to be alone.”

You nodded, giving him a tiny, understanding grin. “I’ll stay.”

In response, he surprised you with a short, grateful kiss.

After the kiss was broken, you pulled him into another tight hug. “Don’t worry, I’m here for you,” you reassured him softly. “I’m not going anywhere.” You pressed a soft kiss upon his neck, before trailing your lips up to meet his once more.

He accepted them gladly.

As the two of you continued to kiss, you could feel him nudging you to move towards the bed, as his hands began to wander over your back and lightly grip your hips. You grabbed the lapels of his coat to keep him close to you as you both finally fell onto the bed. Now, instead of angry exclamations and choked tears, the only sounds that permeated the air were soft moans and sighs of assurance and affection.

In truth, Jacob still wasn’t sure if he could fully trust your words, but at that moment, he at least had someone who believed in him...and for the time being, that was enough.

[wanderingsoul6261]

Curtain Call (Jacob Frye x Maxwell Roth)

Author’s note: This is a oneshot between Jacob Frye and Maxwell Roth from Assassin Creed Syndicate. This game is al around an amazing one and I absolutely loved the story. Honestly, I don’t normally ship characters of the same sex (I don’t hate same sex couples. In fact, a lot of fanart I see of these types of couples are wonderful and really adorable.) But something about these two just really fucking intrigue me. 

P.S- I hope nothing I said above offends anyone. I just have a hard time finding the correct words for certain topics without causing offense. If I had said something that offends anyone, please let me know and I will fix it. 

Warnings: Character death-angst

additional information: this oneshot does feature my own Assassin Creed Oc, Ava Layton, an Assassin from the American Brotherhood that has befriended the Frye twins after they came to help her and Green stop the Templar regime. 

DISCLAIMER:This probably isn’t the best writing. But being a college student, I kind of rushed it a bit and I don’t have to time to go back to edit it, so please bare with me on this one. Another oneshot with Starrick and reader should be coming soon, so If you are interested, be on the lookout for that as well. 

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Darling, darling, oh, turn the lights back on now Watching, watching, as the credits all roll down Crying, crying, you know we're playing to a full house, house

Jacob stood in silence on top of a building in The Strand Borough. He clenched his jaw as he stared down at the theater before him. He was inside, Jacob knew that part very much. Sometime inside of him told him to walk away. Forget the mission that he had set himself to do and let the man inside of that theater live to see another day. Maybe he would convince Evie to do it instead. 

Jacob closed his eyes and swallowed thickly. No. He couldn’t and he wouldn’t. This was Jacob’s mess and he had to fix it himself.  As much as he was felt something for Maxwell Roth, his enemy and someone he didn’t think was possible to catch feelings for, he had to end it. He opened his eyes and looked at the female cloaked figure next to him, crouching as he assumed she looked for a way in. Jacob had asked her to help him infiltrate the theater without too much hassle and she was there on Jacob’s last mission and interaction with Roth. 

Jacob watched as Roth was about to order his men to blow the house to smithereens, just as Ava pointed out the children walking towards the workshop. He had immediately turned on Roth. 

“Wait!” He held his arm out towards Roth, who looked back at him in slight confusion. 

“What in heavens for?” 

“There are Children in there.” Jacob pointed down at them, as Ava readied in case they needed to jump into action to save them. It was something the two friends were adamant about. Keeping the kids of London safe and out of harm’s way, and this moment was no exception. Roth chuckled and shook his head, advancing towards Jacob. 

“Jacob, my dear.” he started. “Starrick uses child labor to manufacture goods. We must put an end to his production line.” 

“Yea but not like this!” Jacob argued softly. 

“Why not?” Roth argued, his voice raising slightly as he argued with the man before him. “I can do whatever I damn well please. Soon you will understand what it is to be free, as I am.” Roth walked over to the ledge and shouted down to the Blighters below them on the ground level. “Light’ em up boys!” 

Jacob ran past him, screaming “NO!” as he jumped over the ledge, tackling the larger man of the two and slicing his throat. He turned and looked up at Roth. 

“What the hell are you doing!” Roth shouted down to him, as Ava finally scaled the side of the building and down and meet with Jacob. Jealousy seemed to flash in Roth’s eye as he watched the female stand behind Jacob, who obviously agreeing with Jacob as well. 

“We’re not playing games anymore Roth!” Jacob shouted up to him. Jacob nudged Ava and the two burst into a sprint towards the workshop. 

“Jacob, we have to save those children before he does something.” Ava cried out, feeling anxious as she worried for the state of the children. On most days, she cared about the children more then she did herself. 

“Working on it Ava.” He answered back quickly, just as Roth blew up the dynamite himself.

No heroes, villains, one to blame While wilted roses filled the stage And the thrill, the thrill is gone Our debut was a masterpiece But in the end for you and me Oh, the show, it can't go on

“Jacob.” The young assassin was pulled from the flashback by his female companion. Ava had pulled her hood down, looking up at him. “Are you okay?” she asked. Jacob stared blankly at her, wondering the same thing. His eyes darted back towards the theater, but he knew the truth. He didn’t have to say anything for her to know what he was thinking about. Ava was good that way. 

“Let’s get this show on the road.” Jacob mumbled as he scaled down the side of the building. Ava watched as he did so, her heart breaking for him. He had been betrayed by someone he obviously cared deeply for. She leaped down, meeting him on ground several moments later, the two walking towards the theater. 

We used to have it all, but now's our curtain call So hold for the applause, oh And wave out to the crowd, and take our final bow Oh, it's our time to go, but at least we stole the show Least we stole the show Least we stole the show Least we stole the show Least we stole the show

It didn’t long for the two to make their way inside. Ava had went got them masquerade masks so that they could gain easy entrance without causing a ruckus and alarming their target inside. 

“Are you sure you want me here to help you?” Ava asked as they finally got entrance, looking up her friend. He stared blankly ahead over the balcony and at the stage. She searched his face for anything that might tell her that he didn’t want her here. That he wanted to do this by himself. Jacob finally let out a sigh, his eyes falling to the floor before finding her own behind the mask she too wore. 

“I want you here...” he trailed off, looking away from her before he continued, swallowing thickly once more. “In case I can’t follow through with the mission. You don’t have an emotional attachment to Roth. It would be easier for you. He needs to go.” He explained softly so that any surrounding guests or Roth’s men didn’t overhear him. Ava nodded in understanding. 

“I understand.” Ava said softly. “Are you ready?” Jacob let out a deep exhale. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” 

Least we stole the show Darling, darling, you know that we are sold out This is fading, but the band plays on now We're crying, crying, so let the velvet roll down, down

At this point in the mission, the two have successfully taken out the doubles that looked like Maxwell. The two now stood on separate side in the rafters back stage, watching as Roth advanced out onto the stage. Two Blighters had torch like sticks that when they blew on them, the fire expanded and lit the curtains of the theater stage on fire. 

“You’re move, Jacob, My dear!” Roth laughed as he watched the guests watching the performance scatter and run towards the entrances as the theater continued to catch ablaze. 

Ava glanced across the backstage area at Jacob, who watched Roth with sadness and what appeared to be longing. 

“If only.” Jacob said softly. 

“Burn!Burn! Burn!” Roth exclaimed loud enough for the two assassins to hear over the crackling of flames. Jacob finally looked over at Ava, giving her the signal. She nodded in understanding, leaping down and darting towards the two blighters that surrounded Roth. 

“Ava, my darling! I expected to see Jacob.” Ava glared at Roth, her eyes flickering briefly to the figure walking through the smoke behind him as she assassinated one blighter, throwing a knife at the other. 

Jacob watched as Ava darted across to the other side of the stage, taking down the last Blighter as he advanced on Roth. Thoughts invaded his mind again about how things could have been different had it not been for Roth’s morals. Jacob never had watched those kids die. He wouldn’t have been to live with himself. all this time he was seeking validation from someone after his father and the moment he finds the one he hoped could give it to him and reciprocated his romantical feelings, they turn around and betray him. Jacob closed his eyes, hearing the metal swishing as the hidden blade in gauntlet came to life, before plunging it into Roth’s back. 

No heroes, villains, one to blame While wilted roses fill the stage And the thrill, the thrill is gone Our debut was a masterpiece Our lines we read so perfectly But the show, it can't go on

“Why did you do it? All of it?” Jacob had asked, as he now cradled Roth’s body to his own, the two sitting on the stage as the fire burned around them. At this point in time, Ava could not be found and apart of Jacob feared the worse for his friend. Roth only looked up at Jacob, a hand coming to Jacob’s cheek. Jacob found himself leaning closer to Roth’s hand, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again. 

“For the same reason I do anything.” Roth answered, before he pulled Jacob closer to him, capturing Jacob’s lips in a kiss. The young assassin was caught off guard at first, being overwhelmed by shock. But as the seconds flew by, he found himself kissing the Templar below him back with passion. Then Roth’s hand fell from his cheek and his body went limp in his arms. Tears pricked the corner of Jacob’s eyes as he sat there, his lips quivering before he was interrupted. 

“Jacob!” Ava scream cut through the air as the man looked up frantically for his friend. He bid one last heartfelt good bye to the man he was once loved below him, before moving to where he heard. She cried for him again, sounding from the second story, and in pain. 

He found her near the entrance, underneath a beam of wood that had fallen. Jacob hurried and helped her out from underneath, pushing her out the front door as the rest of the theater continued to collapse. The two friends flew into coughing fits, hacking up their lungs because of the smoke they inhaled and fighting for their breaths back. 

“Are you okay?” Ava finally broke the silence as she looked at Jacob. Jacob went silent, apart from their continued coughing as their breathing slowly went back to normal and they cleared their lungs of smoke. Was Jacob okay? Of course he wasn’t. His thoughts went back to the kiss he shared with Roth before the older man passed. 

After several moments, he looked back at Ava, who’s face and hands were covered with soot and held her midsection, obviously still in pain, waiting for an answer from him. 

“I should be asking you that. You look horrible.” He answered, not wanting to talk about it, and he knew Ava wasn’t going to push for an answer from him. 

“A warm bath sounds good right now.” Ava said and Jacob agreed with her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, allowing her to prop herself up against him. She winced in pain at the littlest movement, wondering if she broke or bruised her ribs as they walked. 

However, before the theater was out of sight, Jacob looked back one last time, which definitely didn’t go unnoticed by Ava. His heart hurt just as much as her ribs did, but he knew that all of this was for the better. Roth wasn’t going to change and he was only in the way of getting to Starrick. However, no matter how many times Jacob told himself that, it all still hurt him just a little bit more. 

We used to have it all, but now's our curtain call So hold for the applause, oh And wave out to the crowd, and take our final bow Oh, it's our time to go, but at least we stole the show Least we stole the show Least we stole the show Least we stole the show Stole the show Least we stole the show Stole the show Least we stole the show

[kiatheinsomniac]

Thought I'd announce my WIPs <3

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Faramir x reader (NSFW)

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Alucard x reader

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Jacob Frye x reader

Alucard x sick! reader

SDV Elliott x reader

Celegorm x Thingol's daughter! reader

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Assassins have a nightmare where reader dies (headcanons)

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Thingol x human! reader (NSFW)

Brother Day x reader

Caranthir x reader (NSFW)

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

Assassins accidentally make the reader cry (headcanons)

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Sauron x reader

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13 NSFW oneshots (collab)

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[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Now, Where Were We?

Happy New Year everyone! Since people liked the first one, here is another Jacob Frye x Reader one-shot! Slightly longer than before, so be prepared!

Summary: Jacob can never get his favourite Rook alone before being disturbed. 

Jacob was always told never to pick favourites, and that was for everything. From a young age, he had been taught of crucial lessons by his father, over the virtues of their Creed; teachings in which his sister caught on quicker than him.

From then on, the youngest Frye twins was never someone to keep at one thing, enjoying something and straying away from it. If there was something better than a possession he already owned, there was no stopping him from wanting to have it; a cycle that never ended.

What was the point in keeping to one thing for the rest of your life, when you had so many things that could keep you entertained?

Jacob Frye was always one to never have one thing for long, and for an assassin well known with a gang he planned out to take over the boroughs of London against the Blighters, anyone and everyone were more than surprised that he stuck with it.

When it came to Evie - who balanced this perfectly with a flip of a coin to land well each time - she had been one to criticise her younger brother for his failures in keeping to missions and plans.

When it came to his Rooks, he knew every single one of them and admired their valour and service to help against the Templars and Blighters, each one a name he had remembered with a face he couldn’t forget.

If anything, Jacob always thought it wouldn’t be good to keep favourites, who were always in his good books and who he liked more than others just on how they were outside of the field of their work.

This idea fell down the drain when he grew a certain liking to a certain Rook.

He remembered recruiting you, the date and the event that had taken down prior to it all. He had been impressed by your motivation and mere strength for not giving in and always thinking to the recruits, regardless if they were more experienced or rookies. 

In some ways, his view on you was what he had wanted in the first place when he had first wanted to start a gang, and the pure fire that burned within you that made him see what a shining example you were to him and others.

Evie had spotted this admiration, calling it ‘mere respect’, when in actuality, she had wanted to call it a crush.

It had been an ordinary day in the morning of London, where there other many civilians walking around going about their business, as well as you too.

You had hopped onto their hideout on the train when it came into the station, a place that the Frye twins trusted very few Rooks in knowing and not betraying against the Templars or other rival gangs. 

A request from the boss himself was asking you to come to meet him, wishing for your advice on taking over another piece of Blighter territory; the final step into taking over another borough.

Your feet moved like clockwork getting you from the side of the train to the second carriage. That was where you found Jacob, laid out like Julius Cesar being fed grapes on the sofa, in a relaxed posture with his legs up.

Upon your entry, you took note that he was the only one in the room, no sign of his sister anywhere nor Greenie.

“Mornin’ boss.” You greeted, walking through the doorway to take note of his body language. His languid hazel eyes lingered on yours longer than you had expected and... was he slowly looking you up and down again?

This behaviour wasn’t the first time you had been introduced to the bosses’ laid-back yet charming personality. You had been there to witness his drinking habits in pubs when you and another Rook had to drag him back to an angry Evie.

But from the many conversations the two of you had, you were pleased in knowing how relaxed he was in person; a guy who cared for those like his family and for those suffering.

You didn’t want to admit that you may have had a major crush on the assassin.

His gaze was always one that made you both nervous and timid, biting the inside of your cheek as he acknowledged you from his seat. 

“How nice to see you here again, Y/N.”

He always called you by your first name after the initial introductions, never once calling you by your surname like all the other members. 

It was something that made you anxious to stand, continually attempting to maintain eye contact with him, when all you wanted to do was shy away from his flirtatious eyes.

Or, so you thought he was flirtatious actions when it could’ve just been his character.

He was kind to everyone, yet you couldn’t help your heart from ticking a little quicker when you succeeded in making him grin or laugh at something you had said - whether it had been a little quip or joke to lighten the mood.

You tugged on your yellow armband in instinct for when you grew warily nervous and more watchful, something that never went unnoticed. Jacob was told of it one time by another Rook, a couple of months after getting to know you.

He had used it in ways to see if he could get you riled up. Most of the time, just in his body language whether he was subtle or not around you (only when it came to you and none of the other rooks) it would’ve been obvious.

“Mr Frye, you wanted to see me?” You questioned after some time just watching him from his reclined posture. “Yes, it seems that the last gang holdout has been pushed back, with no supplies coming in after our successful detoxication.” He spoke.

“I think it is high time for us to finish what we had sorted in beginning. From tomorrow, this territory will be owned by the Rooks.”

It was always so fascinating watching him speak out about his gang with such wonder and eyes of a cheerful puppy - so eager in wanting the best for his gang.

“If I may, Boss, you have asked me to come and speak with you about these matters, when you have Miss Frye or even someone more experienced than I.” You began, uneasy, twiddling your fingers.

“What I’m trying to ask his boss, is why do you always ask me and not someone else?”

Jacob’s eyes softened more so than normal (and that was saying something), as he stood from his feet to walk over to where you stood. He was always taller than you by a few inches, but still, seeing him so close to you, your heart fluttered once again from collapsing in from the inside of your chest.

“To put it simply, Y/N, I like your company.”

“Hmm?” You blinked owlishly at his words, simply stated but you were trying your best to remain calm in the situation, “I do not know how I feel about that, boss-”

“Jacob, please. We are alone, aren’t we?” His voice was low and sultry against your ear, practically his body was blocking you against the wall behind you, and you could barely even hear your breathing over the sound of the train squeaking against the tracks.

“What must we discuss, Jacob?” You found your voice through the screeching, looking up into his hazel eyes, and you had mistaken his charismatic eyes for ones of wanton.

His hand had slipped to further trap you against the wall, and you couldn’t help but press yourself against him involuntarily as if you needed the touch of him against you. He leant into your face, your eyes trailing down to his lips, darting u before you were caught.

“Perhaps, we can discuss these matters alone, in the evening, in my own room-” 

You had ignored the noises of footsteps clicking their way into the second carriage, an occupied Evie staring at her papers as she walked through from behind.

“Mr Green has given us another target to speak with, Jacob. We’re needed to speak with him shortly-- oh?”

You were the first to pull away from Jacob, moving his hand so you could slip out, face flush as you stared wide-eyed at the oldest of the Frye twins.

She gave you a questionable yet quizzical look, looking between you and her brother with an amused gaze. Jacob didn’t look as frightened of being caught, but he looked more annoyed for being disturbed.

“M-Miss Frye, if you excuse me.” You bowed your head in acknowledgement, not daring to meet Jacob’s eye as you hurried out of the carriage, nearly throwing yourself off the track and onto the platform the train was passing by.

You were given some strange looks, but you were too busy taking off running to notice, smothering your cheeks from looking so flush as you ran back to your base.

-

You had attempted to stifle your embarrassment that same evening, pressing your face into the sleeve of your arm as you heard the uproar of laughter beside you, a firm slap to your back causing you to look up from the soreness.

“I knew it! I bloody knew it!” The boisterous laughter of the man beside you brought you to swallow more of the warm ale.

“Stuff it, Eddie, I don’t want to hear your mockery.” You snapped, slugging your drink with the intent on finishing it; regardless of how little soberness was left in you by the end of the night.

“I just cannot believe that you’re telling me this?” Eddie’s cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, his azure eyes glazed over from the amount he had drunk, his stocky figure leant against the bar in his seat. “You fancy the boss?”

“Hush, you git!” You screeched, teeth grit. “Or I’ll skin you alive!”

“B’ah! Oh, the thought of your little crush getting out terrifies you, doesn’t it?” He roared with laughter, sloshing his drink around and nearly knocking half of it on you.

“Eddie, I swear to God, if you tell him, I’ll-”

“Tell who what?” The familiar voice resounded from behind the two of you. Your blood froze in your body, all body functions stilling at the idea of knowing who was there.

“Boss, nice to see ya here this evening,” Eddie greeted the assassin with a nod his way, his brawny shoulder knocking you to the side, “Y/N was just wonderin’ where you ran off to.” He emphasised with a cheeky wink your way.

You had gritted your teeth unintentionally before turning yourself around in your seat to face Jacob, all macho and beautiful in your eyes that you thought you had stopped breathing. “Boss- I-”

“We didn’t finish our little chat earlier, Y/N, come, I’m sure we can continue it elsewhere.” Jacob gave you a warm smile, one that made sure to bring the blush on your cheeks.

You nodded, wishing you were drunker, downing your drink when neither one of them was looking before standing to your feet and throwing a coin for the bartender.

Jacob moved off first and you were to follow, but Eddie had locked an arm around your wrist, stopping you from walking off. “I’ll keep an ale ready when ya get back, I know for sure this ain’t gonna end well.”

“Stuff it.” You hissed, releasing yourself from him as you walked away to catch up with the Frye assassin.

The cold air met your face like a slap to the face, and you had recoiled back at the sudden lightheadedness that took all your common sense, watching Jacob in front of you.

You tried to force yourself to stay upright at all times, your eyes discarding themselves to look at the ground. Jacob was smart and sober to know that this was not the usual you.

“You drunk, Y/N?” He asked coyly with a tilt of his head, intrigued.

“No!” You snapped up to meet his eyes, those amused hazel eyes that stared you down with the intent that you didn’t know what he wanted. “I didn’t drink my ale!”

“Hmm, says have the content that’s down your front.” He hummed in entertainment, eyes filled with mirth. You looked down your front, surprised to see that you had missed the stained alcohol on your blazer and blouse.

You messily wiped at it with all intentions, averting your eyes once again whilst mumbling ‘ ‘Was Eddie, I swear’ under your breath.

You felt a hand under your chin pushing your face up to meet his eyes once more, eyes soften at the sight of you in front of him, easily so flustered by anything he did. This was enough to make Jacob swoon had he been drunk himself, but likely he was the one who wasn’t for once.

“What did you want to speak to me about, Jacob?” You murmured to his face, feeling a hand entwined around the back of your waist to hold you up, as you felt yourself brace with your hands holding onto the buttons of his coat.

Jacob’s breath fanned itself against your cheek, keeping you warm as you cuddled closer into his broad chest. “You’re simply adorable, Y/N.”

“What? Stop, no I’m not.” You blinked widely, shyly looking to him and next away, wishing that ale had been there for you now for you to take and run off down an alley.

“I mean it. After my sister interrupted us this morning, I was trying to speak out to you but couldn’t find you anywhere. You were simply running away from me, weren’t you?”

“N-No, that’s not it, I was just... I... your words surprised me, ‘s all.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Jacob asked with a low purr in his throat as his arms around you pulled you in closer. His face wandered closer towards your cheek, his breath dancing along your skin to send shivered before he got close to your ear.

“And what do you have to say about this?”

You shuddered, your words dry in your mouth before you had said courage to speak up in front of your crush. “I think-”

“Boss, you gonna join us in a drinking game?” A stumbling male rook and two others came out from the inside of the rowdy pub, flushed as the others around as they didn’t put two and two together that you were speaking and Jacob was busy.

“Another time, I’m quite busy.” Jacob waved a hand their way, as the three grumbled but agreed, stumbling back in with each other’s help as the sound of a broken glass shattered from inside.

“Wow, erm, I guess we don’t have the best timing, do we?” You nervously laughed, hoping that what you had about to say was forgotten by Jacob. “You bring bad luck like bad lightning, love. Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to you.” He smirked down at you, winking.

“Jacob,” Your whispered his name like a prayer on your lips, “It’s getting late, we should be leaving-” You realised that his fingers had come to hold the side of your face once again, your hazy eyes landing on his ones filled with wanton and love.

“In a moment, I want to stay here, before someone else disturbs us.” He rolled his eyes, but the same expression was present when he looked at you.

With little needed to tell him that you reciprocated, he leant closer to your face, eyes eying your lips before he spoke one last time:

“Now, where were we?”

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

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 :)

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Safe [PART 1] -- Apocalypse!AU (F!Reader)

M!READER | GN!READER

07/07/2021: hope you guys like it! This is a bit up in the air with the plot and things (there seems to be no coherent plotline rn but oh well) -- this is really helping me to get out of a writing funk so hopefully I can manage some requests soon :D Feedback is greatly appreciated and always reread about 50 times, as per usual. Lmk what you think of this! It was supposed to just be a quick drabble, but 3.2K is still not super long lmao. WITHOUT FURTHER ADOOOO...

[also GIF is probs super weird but this is an AU and none of the AC GIFS fit the vibe T__T it's SFW :) ]

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, head injury, blood loss, stitches, needles, fear of serious injury, kidnapping, ransom, moral dilemma(?)

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By some miracle, you managed to find a human settlement. The hitchhiking every single day, with no assurance of safety at night, was slowly wearing down the morale of the group.

“Thank the gods,” Kassandra sighed. She walked up to the door, knocked three times, and within five minutes managed to convince the leaders that you were all just travellers that needed shelter — which you were, but the sheer scale of your group was little less than threatening.

The leaders were a couple — Maria and Owen — who gave you all a rough tour of the place. The outside looked big enough, but once you got inside all you saw was a labyrinth of hallways, splitting into different rooms of all different sorts; cafeterias, bedrooms, bathroom facilities, and more. The electricity was created through the use of solar panels, which were protected in a fenced off area near the back of the settlement.

Once you all circled back to where you started, Owen turned to face you all. “Welcome to the Bunker. Cause no trouble, and this place will always have your back.”

They led you to different bedrooms of varying size; one four person room, two three people rooms, and a two person room. You and Jacob won the two person room after the most stressful tournament of Rock, Paper, Scissors, that has ever been played in the entire history of the Apocalypse to date.

One evening, about a week after you arrived, you were having dinner together at one of the massive tables the cafeteria had, when Edward came to join you, food in hand. “Hey, have you all heard the rumours?”

“What rumours?” Arno asked, mouth full of food.

“The Reaper’s been spotted lurking about at the gas station not too far from here.”

“Who the fuck calls themselves ‘The Reaper’?” Alexios scoffed.

“Someone who reaps, presumably,” Evie replied. “Why is he so important?”

Edward leaned in. “Apparently, he’s insane. Think about the most sadistic person you can ever imagine, and multiply it by… ten thousand.”

You glanced at Jacob, who was listening intently as he ate. “What’s he doing around here?” you asked.

“Apparently, he’s planning something. No one knows what, or why, but by the looks of things, people are getting scared.”

“But this is one guy,” Evie chipped in. “Look at how many of us there are; why does one person haunt so many?”

Edward smirked. “People are saying that he’s super human — likening him to a God or something.”

There were a couple of scattered chuckles around the table. “Like that’s true,” Arno joked. Edward looked at him. “It’s not true, is it?”

Edward shrugged. “We thought zombies weren’t real, and look where we are.” Standing up, he dusted crumbs off of his hands. “I don’t know what to believe anymore. I’m going to get some rest.” And with that, he walked away.

“Did he even eat?” Bayek questioned. You shrugged, continuing to eat in silence as you all mulled over his words.

—————

The evening held an unease in the air.

It had been a week of peace and recuperation, but the rumours instilled the familiar feeling of caution — as if you couldn’t dare to sleep, or else be caught off guard.

Half asleep, you turned in Jacob’s arms. Although the bed was creaky and musty, he helped you feel safe, giving you the security needed to fall asleep most nights. You didn’t know why you stirred, only that a bad feeling had begun to rise in your gut.

“Jacob, are you awake?” you whispered, tracing your finger over the side of his face. His eyes squinted open, a deep hum of acknowledgement coming from his throat. “I’m worried.”

“About what?” Sleep threw gravel into his tone, his voice thrumming lowly.

“I don’t know, but I feel like something’s going to happen.”

Smiling softly at you, he tucked your hair behind your ear. “We’re safe here; God knows we’ve bloody earned some rest.” He checked his watch. “It’s only 5 in the morning. Nothing goes wrong at 5 in the morning.”

You sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.” Pulling yourself closer to him, you rested your ear over his heartbeat, breathing over a steady rhythm. He wrapped his strong arms around you, encasing you in a safe warmth. Picking at the material of his tee, you began to relax, slowly resigning yourself back to sleep.

----------

“Y/N? Y/N?!”

You bolted up, heart pounding. It took a few moments to register the blaring alarm in the bunker. Looking around, you noticed that you were the only one in the bed. “Jacob?!”

“I’m here.”

You turned to see Jacob standing over you, half dressed, a hand on your hip. “What the fuck is going on?!”

“You were right,” he smirked, sliding an overshirt across his shoulders. There was an irony in his expression. “People are trying to break into the bunker.”

You were quick to catch up with him, pulling your jeans up in a flash. You sat against the bed to lace up your boots, your fingers shaking with adrenaline. Jacob knelt in front of you, wrapping his hand around yours reassuringly. Releasing the laces, you watched as he did them for you, with his impressive two second knot.

“Look at me.” He took your jaw into his hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I heard that this isn’t the first time this has happened; it’ll be over almost as fast as it begins. If things go south, hide. I’ll find you.”

You nodded, pulling his face towards yours for a kiss. The feeling lingered on your lips as you pulled away. “Let’s kick some arse.”

You both shared a smile before picking up your holsters, loading your pistols and headed to the door. Upon opening it, the sounds of floods of people exclaiming mixed with the sound of the sirens. Jacob took your hand and began to weave his way through the panicking crowds. You tried to follow in his shadow to prevent yourself from bumping into more people than was necessary, but the more you walked, the thicker the crowd became.

As Jacob turned a corner, a rush of people came marching through, knocking into your arms. Before you could compensate for the force, your hand left Jacob’s grasp. Immediately, he turned around, eyes scanning frantically for yours. Once he spotted you, he began reaching his hand out. “Just keep going!” You shouted, steeling yourself for the trek you’d have to take on your own (or with complete strangers).

“I’ll find you. I’ll find you!” He sent a determined look your way before he was pushed around the corner.

Now by yourself, you only prayed that you would find someone else from your group so you wouldn’t have to go through this alone. Following the trail of people, you kept moving until the numbers thinned out. A small crowd of you ended up in the large cafeteria, focused on one Maria standing on a table. Glancing over the faces, you broke out into a relieved smile when you saw a familiar face. “Alexios!”

His face lit up once he heard his name, eyes snapping to you. “Y/N!”

You moved to stand beside him, already feeling better. “How are you feeling?” you asked.

“Fine, I just hate how big this place is. They could be anywhere. What about you?”

“Yeah,” you lied. “Same.” Swallowing down your anxiety, you drew your attention to Maria, waiting to hear a much needed plan.

“For those of you who’ve been here awhile, you know the drill. For the new ones, here’s how it goes; You start off as one group, and each time the hallway splits, you split with them. Keep splitting until you’re by yourself. If you’ve survived for this long, you can handle being on your own. The quicker we sort out the bastards, the sooner we can eat.” The older ones whooped, as if this was just a regular chore for them getting in the way of their breakfast.

You hated the idea of being on your own.

Alexios seemed to sense your fear. “I’ll stay with you as long as I can.”

You gave a relieved smile. “Thanks, Alexios.”

The sirens quietened down. “Everyone’s ready. Draw your guns, people!”

Sharing a last glance with your friend, you jogged with your group out of the cafeteria.

It soon turned out that there were many more hallways than you realised. It didn’t take long for you to end up in pairs, stalking under the red alarm light. You and Alexios slowed to a stop at a T-junction, where the hallway split off in two. Taking out his pistol, he aimed it in front of him down the path he was planning to take. “Think about breakfast,” he suggested with a joking smile, grasping your shoulder reassuringly before walking down the corridor.

“Sure, breakfast…” Drawing your own firearm, you cocked it, turning off the safety. With one tentative step after the other, you walked down the hallway, clearing each area as you went. A part of you was relieved that you weren’t running into anyone, and that maybe they had avoided this area of the bunker.

“Y/N?!”

Sighing in relief, you turned to see Jacob, back turned, glancing down the hallway that you came from. A grin spread on your lips as you began to call his name. Before any noise could come out, a hand clamped around your mouth.

“Y/N?”

Jacob’s voice grew quieter as you were dragged out of view around the corner, an arm pinning yours to your waist. Without thinking, you kicked your feet out, colliding with a wall, while chucking your gun as far as you could, praying that Jacob would hear the clattering across the floor. “You bitch.” A voice whispered in your ear, their grasp tightening around you. Footsteps grew nearer and you were partly relieved to see Jacob peer around the corner. Face contorting into shock, he jumped into action the second the scene before him registered.

His gun came up, aiming behind you. “Let her go. Now.”

“No.”

“I wasn’t asking.” The click of the hammer resonated in your ears.

The man behind you, identified by the baritone in his voice, took his hand away from your mouth to hold a cold blade to your throat. “You better put that gun down, boy.”

You watched his inner conflict flash in his eyes. His hesitation led to an increased pressure against your skin. A worried noise left your throat, causing Jacob to panic, eyes growing from a narrowed glare to a widened fear. “Okay, alright! Just… what do you want?” He moved slowly, never stopping, but never going faster than necessary.

“A trade. This one…” Your captor tapped your face with the blade, forcing you to face him; although his face was obscured, you could see the twinkle of a scar across his forehead. His eyes raked over you, leaving your skin crawling. “For supplies.”

“Look, I’m not in charge of that, I can’t do anything--”

“Yes, you can. And you will. I know that look in your eyes; you’d do anything to save the one you love.”

“Who are you?” Jacob cocked his head, walls never wavering.

You felt him shrug behind you. “You’d call me the Reaper.”

Recognition flashing across his face, Jacob jumped up, snapping his gun to aim at him; he was glad that he didn’t chuck the thing mindlessly. “Get away from her, now!”

The Reaper tutted. “So you’ve heard of me? Is this any way to treat a famous face?”

“I’m not playing games -- if you want a hostage, take me instead.”

“Jacob--” you tried to protest, but was cut off by the threat of the knife digging into your jaw.

“Look, she hasn’t done anything wrong; have some mercy.”

“Get what I want, and I’ll think about it.”

“I don’t know what you want!”

The Reaper removed his arm from your waist slowly, as if daring you to try and move. He brought his hand into his pocket and retrieved a folded wad of paper, throwing it across the distance between them. Jacob cautiously knelt down to unfold the thing, frowning as he unraveled pages of demands.

“This is too much; I don’t think they’ll agree to this.”

“Oh, well, that’s too bad.” He began to move the knife.

“No!” His heart leapt at even the vaguest hint of you getting hurt, reaching out in reflex. Resting a fist against his forehead, he forced himself to breathe. “I’ll, um, try to work something out.”

“Good man. You have three days. In the meantime…” The Reaper began to back away, with you still in his grasp.

“Jacob!”

“No, hey, wait! Y/N—“ His fingers brushed yours for a second as you both reached for each other; he almost had a grasp on you as he began to scramble to his feet.

Something hard collided with the back of his head. The last thing he heard before he lost consciousness was the sound of you screaming for him.

----------

“You have three days.”

The first words that echoed in his mind set him on edge instantly.

“Jacob, are you with us?”

He noticed the pressure of fingers against his pulse. Opening his eyes, Altair was the first person he saw, eyes flicking between his watch and his patient. Before he could do anything, Evie came into view, a concentrated furrow on her face. “Look at me.” A light shone into his eyes.

“Evie, I’m fine.” He tried to swat the torch away, but Evie snatched his wrist fiercely.

“I swear to God, if you don’t lie still…” The serious tone caused Jacob to swallow, allowing his sister to do as she pleased. He tried to gauge from her expression whether there was something wrong. Although her face remained unchanged, Jacob’s heart decreased at the sound of a relieved breath.

“His heart rate’s returning to normal.”

“Thanks, Altair.”

He nodded, moving to Jacob’s head. “Sit up-- slowly.”

He did as he was told, sitting up and dropping his legs over the side of the bed.

Bed, Y/N, Reaper, demands…

He sat up quicker than he should have, slouching as black spots clouded his vision, almost blacking out. “I said slowly.”

“Where’s--”

“Maria and Owen are talking to the rest of the group. You need to rest.”

“Evie, you don’t understand--”

Her icy stare interrupted him. “When I heard that Alexios found you in a pool of your own blood… that was the most fear I’ve ever felt in my life. I do understand. We’ll get her back.”

Before he could catastrophise, a sharp pain hit the back of his head. “Ow!” His hand came up to his head as a reflex, which was pushed away moments after.

“You need stitches.”

A blood soaked gauze flew past his ear onto the side table, joining about four others, alongside his similarly stained overshirt.

No wonder it was so cold.

“Is that all mine?”

“You’re still bleeding.”

His eyes squinted-- his way of flinching-- each time he felt the needle pierce his skin.

Evie rolled up his left sleeve, exposing the top of his arm. “Look over there.” She pointed to the wall.

Not in the position to argue, he complied. A second later, something pricked his arm. “Ow!” He exaggerated, tone implying that a warning would’ve been nice.

Evie pulled the needle out of his skin, swiping the trickling blood with some cotton. Jacob took over, holding it against him. “You were bludgeoned by a rusty shovel. I wasn’t going to wait for you to get tetanus.”

He lost himself in thought for a moment.

This bunker really had everything.

“Hello?” Altair’s voice pulled him out of his mind. “I’m done.” He walked into Jacob’s view, placing the needle on top of the discarded gauze, Jacob’s blood staining almost every inch of his fingers. “I’m going to wash my hands.” The door closing signalled that the Frye twins were finally alone.

Jacob was the first to speak after a few moments of silence. “I don’t know what to do. I’m… scared shitless.”

Evie’s back was turned as she began cleaning up the room. She sighed. “I know. It’ll be okay. It’s a complicated situation.”

“What’s so complicated about it?”

Just then, the door opened again. Altair began to walk in before a female voice stopped him. Turning around, he stepped out again, holding the door closed save for a slight gap. She sounded aggravated, and Altair was trying to calm her down.

“That’s really not a good idea--”

“Let me through.”

It was silent for a moment before the door opened roughly. Maria came storming in, the papers in her hand. “Why didn’t you kill him?!”

“What?” Jacob slowly stood up, exasperation and anger beginning to rise.

“You had the chance; what stopped you?!”

“You’re not serious?!”

She took a breath to compose herself. “This guy has been after all kinds of shit from us, and we’ve managed to keep him at bay for months— months! You all show up, and he gets his leverage first time!”

“Don’t you dare reduce Y/N to leverage!”

“Do you even know what he’s planning? If he gets his hands on even a quarter of this stuff, we’re all dead.”

Jacob chuckled, a hint of sarcasm lacing the sound. “You’re telling me that if it was Owen in her position, you’d just let him die?!”

“I’d want her to, yeah.” Owen stepped out of the group.

Scoffing, Jacob ran his hand through his hair. “So you’re going to just let her die?” His voice was quiet now.

“Let’s see what kinds of stuff he wants, shall we?” Maria opened the papers. “20 rifles, six months worth of food, 24 galleons of water, 60 kilograms of various organic resources— some of which we don’t have— and… fuck. He wants our solar panels.”

“What was I supposed to do?! One wrong move and her blood is on my hands!”

“If we go through with this deal, we are leaving so many of this settlement with a shortage of food, water, and fucking electricity! One person is not enough for me to endanger the health of hundreds.”

Frustration growled in his throat, his temper on a fuse as short as his thumb. Evie was right; with conflicting stances, the situation grew more and more complex. Fear began to set in as he thought of what could happen if he couldn’t bring you home…

Jacob ran his hands down his face. “Please,” he begged. “I just want her safe. I’ll do anything. I understand the stakes, and I trust your judgement, but I will never abandon her.”

Maria and Owen exchanged glances. Maria observed Owen’s persuasive raised eyebrow, a whole conversation taking place between them.

After a few moments, Maria sighed. “What else did he say?”

“Only that we have three days. And the only thing he wants is a trade.”

“From where I’m standing, we have two options.” Ezio made himself known, reclaiming his role as ’leader’. “We oblige his requests, or we get Y/N back ourselves.”

“How?”

Ezio rolled up his sleeves. “I have a plan.”

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Cogs in a machine: Frye twins x Reader

The quiet scent of smoke filled the air, and the heat was becoming unbearable. Quite really, your recent discussion with the Rooks had left you questioning your current beliefs and abilities to properly serve the Templars. So, you stood far off from the burning building, head tilted upwards and eyes slowly blinking and fluttering your eye lashes as the distant ashes that cascaded down like snow.

Nose twitching, you slowly turned yourself around to look at the long line that greeted you. The other two Blighters with you shook with fear at the large crowd of Rooks and the twins that were behind gathering them up. They were elaborately dressed, the male of the two with his top hat on and shadow cast over his face and the female with her hood up.

You were one of the higher ranked of the Blighters, a gang leader really. You had control over the small pocket closest to Whitechapel since this was a last-minute attempt by your superior. The building was currently devastated because your attempts at gathering recruits for Blighters to take it back had been discovered. Head raising high, you let the flames lick and lap up at the building behind you and kept your eyes downcast as though you were looking at the infamous Frye Twins from your nose. Lifting a hand, you watched as the Rooks carefully moved in, some of the newer and inexperienced nervously holding their weapons.

“Why do you work for Starrick? What does he have to offer now that London has fallen from his grasp?” the younger twin, Jacob, called out to you as he raised his hands out to his sides and pimp cane in his hand. Head tilting, your lips curled slightly as you watched him come to a stop several feet away from you. You could no properly see the softly glinting hazel of his eyes.

“You do realize, answer or not we must kill you,” the elder twin, Evie, hummed out with an annoyed huff escaping her lips.

“He has something to offer me; something the rooks could never give me,” you hummed out, eyes turning up and over them. “And that’s not being part of a machine and losing every ounce of yourself while hiding in the shadows like monsters and demons.”

Your wrist flicked, a smoke bomb erupting and you darted off. Your two henchmen ran ahead of you, your legs outstretching and swiftly carrying you around the crumbling building and through a series of alleyways. Your bootsteps softly echoed, body twisting and frame ducking below into a shadow. A soft thud followed, sliding down and through a crack while bringing a hood up and over your face and wrist blades gently locking into place onto your forearms. “But that’s all that both sides can offer,” you stated to the air and sashayed through the alleyways of London and onwards through Whitechapel.

[So this is an attempt at a one-shot? Its mentioned that you are ‘part of the blightars’ but you also seem to be working for the assassins. :)

I was inspired by the song Gasoline by Halsey. idk why but I wanted to do something with this song]

[thero0ks]

Train Cars & Letters <Jacob Frye: A Rose From Starrick’s Garden Pt. 2> NSFW!

I had a request for some hot and heavy Jacob. Your author is going to go take a cold shower after writing this. I also turned this into a part 2 of A Rose From Starrick’s Garden since you all seemed to like it so much! Possible part 3?

SMUT AHEAD!

Also choking kink ahead

Please don’t read if you’re under 18. 

                                            Train Cars & Letters

Thick leather boots kicked the train car door open as he lowered her feet to the floor. He took care to lock each door, throwing her a cocky grin, “I don’t want to be interrupted.” 

He replaced his damp coat with a soft blanket, “I’ll make a fire love.” He said, placing a soft kiss on her lips. He placed his jacket on a hook, and got to work with kindling and a piece of flint he carried around. (E/c) eyes watched his muscles strain against the white button down he wore. The blanket he gave her smelled of gunpowder, leather and something distinctly Jacob. 

He brushed back a lock of hair, his hat somewhere deep in the Thames by now. He slowly added each log to the fire taking great care in his task.

Her shift was still soaked, the damp London air did nothing to dry it. “You still wearing that?” Jacob teased as he unbuttoned his vest. His wet clothes clung to his skin as he peeled the layers away. The train car windows fogged up as steam rose off his body. The Englishman was a furnace, and Y/N realized she couldn’t feel her toes. 

“And leave myself at the mercy of the infamous Gang Leader and Master Assassin Jacob Frye?” She teased back, reaching for the drawstring of her shift. She made quick work of pulling it over her head. Goosebumps ran across her skin and she quickly pulled the blanket closer.

His deep chuckle sent shivers down her spine. Jacob stood in front of her in only his trousers. Her eyes widened as she followed the lines of his body down to the little trail of hair that disappeared into his trousers. “I fear I’m the one who may be at your mercy.” 

A blush bloomed at her cheeks at having been caught staring. “Ah, there is my innocent kitten.” A pang shot straight to her core at the nickname. “Let me get you warm.” Jacob tugged at the blanket, waiting for her approval. She let the blanket fall from her shoulders, as he picked her up. The heat of his chest was a warm welcome to her icy skin. “You’re freezing.” Jacob commented rubbing her limbs with his palms to create heat. Her skin felt like silk against hit calloused hands. 

His hazel eyes flickered down for a quick peek. Her curves had enraptured him, and his eyes slowly drank her in. (E/c) eyes followed his gaze. Her instinct to cover her nakedness was tampered by the heady look in his eyes. Never had a man looked at her in such a state; (skin tone) skin glowing in the firelight, with her curves on display. 

Jacob Frye knew how to steal a woman’s heart. The charms he was gifted with, spared no one. He was the kind of man who had a shelf full of hearts, some intentional and some coincidental. It was in his nature, and he always kept his heart in a cage. Roth had been the only one to unlock it, and had returned it in shambles. 

The (e/c) eyes that flickered up at him expected nothing. Never in his life had he experienced such recklessness. To look at someone without expectations was unconditional. Something so rare, especially to come from someone so broken. He hadn’t thought of what this would lead to. Jacob seldom thought things through to completion. He just saw how decadent she looked in that dress, and how his heart felt when Crawford held her tight. 

The look she had given the Templar was different than the one she had given him. She had wanted that arrogant man to take control, but she wanted Jacob to completely ruin her. She wanted Jacob to fill up every inch of her, so that she could never touch another man without thoughts of him. 

He’d been with other people, but none ever wanted to take so much from him; and he wanted to give her every piece of him. He didn’t have to worry about falling alone, she’d already taken the leap whether he’d follow her or not. He was reckless with life, and she with love. Two sides of the same coin, and yet he was hesitant. 

Doubt crept into his mind. Doubts he always plastered over with a smirk and a cocky attitude. Staring into her eyes he realized he had never fooled her, she had always seen right through him. She knew what laid behind hazel eyes, but she never said a word. 

The mattress dipped as he sat down on the bed. He kept her in his lap as he kissed down her neck. Hands gripping her through the blanket. His whiskers scraped against her neck taking great care to place love bites in areas that solicited moans. He tugged at the blanket asking for silent permission. 

Y/N pulled the thin fabric from her body discarding it somewhere on the floor. Calloused fingertips explored her skin leaving goosebumps in its place. The soft flesh of her chest swayed with every little movement, and Jacob was mesmerized at the sight. He took great care rolling each nipple with his thumb. The sinful sounds that escaped her lips sent him into a frenzy. Soon nothing seemed enough. He needed to feel her warmth. His fingers trailed down to her stomach. Dipping his fingers in her pussy he let out a strained groan, “bloody hell you’re wet.”

“Fuck Jacob.” Her voice came out on a sharp exhale, as his fingers rubbed circles on her clit. By her squirms it wasn’t enough, and he was more than happy to speed things up. Her sex was warm, and her nails gripped his forearm pushing his fingers further into her. Hips bucked into his fingers as his hand trailed up her neck. His palm lightly gripped her neck, “is this okay?” He asked, squeezing her neck once indicating his plans. “Yes, please.” The plea escaped her lips as her nails dug into his hip. 

His hand tightened around her throat, her hand gripped his forearm a clear indication she had no desire for him to stop anytime soon. “You like that you little minx?” He purred in her ear as his two fingers rubbed against her g-spot, while his palm slid against her clit. “You’re going to leave a mess.” 

Jacob bit his lip when she clamped down on his fingers. It was clear his words had sent her over the edge, and he was trying not to fall as well. He distracted himself with cooing words, and stroking her hair as she came down from her high. 

“Let me suck your cock.” He didn’t think tonight could get any hotter until that demand escaped her lips. He’d already leaned back on his elbows to watch her pop the button of his pants. She didn’t make a move to pull them down yet. Instead, she placed open mouth kisses down his stomach. He stomach flexed with each nip to his hip bones. “You’re a fucking tease.” He groaned, as she sucked a hickey right above his cock. “Fuck,” he hissed. When she finally pulled at his pants, he toed his boots off and discarded his pants in record time. She settled on her knees between his thighs, giving his velvety head a few strokes. She popped his tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue. “Where the fuck did you learn to suck dick?” Jacob groaned, which solicited a hum that vibrated pleasantly against his cock. She took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks, and he found himself involuntarily bucking his hips into her mouth. He brushed her hair back, enamored with the sight of his cock disappearing into her mouth. 

“Fuck I’m close.” He breathed, and she released him with an audible pop. His body shuddered at the sound. He pulled her onto the bed, “hands and knees.” He ordered, he gave her plump ass a smack satisfied with the sound. She’d buried her face in the mattress. “Mmmm, you like it deep?” He asked, running his fingers over her cunt. Satisfied with how wet she was. 

“Jacob would you just fuck me?” 

A chuckle escaped his lips as he ran his cock along her lips, coating it in her juices. “Eager are we? I believe you’re missing a please.” 

“I swear Jacob Frye, if you make me beg for your fucking cock I-“ he cut her off with another smack to her ass. He gripped her soft skin rubbing the sting away. 

“You were saying?” 

“Would you fuck me, please?” 

“I suppose we can work on your manners some other time.” He said before plunging himself as deep as he could go. She gasped at his size. He remained buried in her trying to compose himself. In his impulsiveness, he didn’t think about how tight she actually was. “Fuck you’re tight.” He started a slow pace until he was accustomed to the feel. He wasted no time in setting a brutal pace, snapping his hips to solicit small squeaks from her by how hard he was pushing into her. Movement caught his eye as he gazed down.

“Fuck, are you touching yourself?” Jacob asked, pulling her up, so her back was to his chest. Hazel eyes flickered down to her fingers working her clit. He tightened his hold on her throat, and watched her chest rise with an impending orgasm. The height difference kept him buried deep in her at this angle. With his other hand he rolled her nipple with his thumb. “Is that pretty pussy going to come for me?” His voice was husky, knowing his words would send her over the edge. He buried his face in her neck when she came. The way she gripped him had him cumming close behind. 

He stilled as they caught their breath. He dreaded pulling out too sensitive after his orgasm. When he finally pulled out he solicited a small sound from her. Her body was just as sensitive from their act. After cleaning them both up he nestled in behind her. Her skin was cool and felt good against his hot skin. 

The train car ricketed against the tracks, and the fire crackled. Jacob combed his fingers through her (dark/light) locks. It felt like silk against his hands. “Jacob?” Her soft voice broke the silence.

“Hmmm?” He never faltered in playing with her hair. Mesmerized by her silken locks.

Her tongue darted out, anxious for his response to her next words, “was this a one time thing?” 

Jacob was startled by her question. He’d wanted to be with her so long, and she had no idea how he actually felt. He thought he’d been more than obvious in the way he’d always volunteer to go on missions with her, the way he’d place his jacket on her shoulders when she was cold, and the way he looked at her.

“You don’t know?” 

She gazed up at him with inquiring eyes. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” He admitted, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t think there is two people more deserving...” 

Those words were familiar, she’d finally received an answer to her question she’d forgotten to even ask. “The two people you were referring to...it was us, wasn’t it?” 

He placed a kiss on the curve of her neck. “I’ve been dropping not so subtle hints for months.” He admitted. “You really are oblivious.”

“I never thought you’d actually like me.” She admitted.

He scoffed, “it’s impossible to not fall in love with you.” His tone grew serious, “you’re like a storm. You either sit and admire it, or you run madly in it, and I guess I got tired of sitting.”

He’d laid his heart out plainly for her. It was more than just a whim for him. Y/N hadn’t expected the evening to transpire the way it had. She expected to be warming the Templar Grandmaster’s bed, not Jacob’s. A relationship could complicate so many things, but she realized that none of the mattered. Her heart already knew the answer, even if mind had to play catch up. “Then you’ll run in it with me?” 

“Always.”

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The next morning Y/N woke to the pounding on a train car door. “You have exactly five seconds before I pick this lock.” 

“Piss off Evie.” Jacob shot back throwing a pillow at the door. 

The door was instantly flung open. “Evie maybe you should give them some privacy.” Henry’s voice trailed off as she hovered over Jacob. 

“Really? You too Y/N?” Evie tisked, folding her arms across her chest. 

“Look, I’ll get on the research as soon as I get dressed.” Y/N said stifling a yawn. 

Evie threw her robes at Y/N. “Put these on and meet me at the tea shop.”  

“Thank you Evie.” 

Jacob’s hand shot out, “stay love. Research can wait.” 

“You know she’ll just come back right?” 

Jacob groaned, “sod it.” 

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The tea shop door bell jingled. Evie snapped the book shut, “This came for you.” Gloved hands gave her the crisp envelope. Y/N’s name neatly scrolled across the front. Jacob stared over her shoulder, and Evie craned her neck to take a peak as well. An unbroken red wax seal kept the envelope sealed. “Is that?” Y/N’s voice came out as a whisper.

“Starrick’s seal?” Evie finished for her. 

“This came with it.” Henry added, handing Y/N the blood red rose. It was the sweetest rose she’d ever smelt in her life. Her throat felt thick as she swallowed. 

“Does this mean something?” Jacob pressed, seeing her unease. 

Y/N nodded, her heart pounded as her fingers tore at the seal. The world quit spinning as she unfurled the letter. Her eyes flickered over the perfect penmanship. 

Dear Y/N L/N,

I hope this letter found you swiftly, and you enjoyed my gift. I never got your name last night, but not to fear. I too have people all over the city, and I was able to put a name to such a divine face. 

We never got to finish our dance last night, or play out the evening I had planned. Not to worry, I am working on a plan to rectify the situation. Do not try to flee the city, before the dance is over. Jacob Frye cannot always protect you, and we will meet again so we can finish our dance in peace.

My people looked into your history with the Creed. I believe you can still be set on the right path with a little bit of teaching. You’re a clever woman, and will see reason when it is put in front of you. I look forward to our next meeting. It will be explosive.

Until then my rose,

Crawford Starrick 

Y/N dropped the letter, her feet automatically moving to the door. Faintly she could hear Jacob and Evie behind her. The London air was a cool blast to her face. She ran a hand through her hair at the implication of the letter. Jacob and Evie Frye had put her at the top of Crawford Starrick’s shit list.

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