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[morrigan-writings]

All Aboard; Part 1

Jacob Frye x Reader

Warnings: fight scenes, brief mention of good ol’ victorian child labor

Summary: The Frye twins and Reader have been tasked with their first targets of the London Templars, with Jacob and Y/N going after Rupert Ferris.

A/N: once again, just rewriting a canon scene but adding in a reader insert just until I get the hang of writing AC characters

Ferris Ironworks, Croydon, 1868

The noonday sun finally poked its head out from a window in the cloud cover, burning away a few bits of fog and mist that clung to the people and structures like cobwebs. High pitched whines of metal on metal echoed through the air throughout the train yard that I and my companions were now hiding in.

George Westhouse had summoned the three of us to finally carry out the mission he’d been planning for the last couple weeks, and we were just itching to get to it.

We were currently huddled out behind one of the many stationary train cars, George peering around the corner as a couple of the Blighters that his London contact had warned him about sauntered by on patrol. Seeming satisfied with our privacy he turned back towards us, looking his usual grim self.

“The iron ships from here. The Templar running things is Rupert Farris, and our target one. Target two is Sir David Brewster, who’s got his hands on a bauble that could ruin us in this wretched war,” he turned his back to keep guard at the corner once more. “Think you three can handle it?”

“What a question.” Our Mentor started at Jacob’s voice, which had somehow come from above him. Unable to contain our buzzing energy, the three of us had immediately scaled the train car the second he turned. 

“Oh, right, my mistake. Ladies and gentlemen, the unstoppable trio of Y/N Y/L/N and the Frye Twins; see them nightly in Covent Garden,” George huffed in exasperation, having put up with our juvenile shenanigans for years. The three of us just shared a laugh and exchanged mischievous grins. 

However, just then Jacob had turned to spot the oncoming train we now needed to catch, giving a nudge to my arm as we turned to get in position.

Evie turned to George as he climbed up to join us. “George, honestly, I’ve studied the plans of the laboratory and have the route covered,” she assured him, ever the responsible sibling.

“And I’ve got all I need right here,” Jacob cut in, motioning to his Hidden Blade as I rolled my eyes. “I’ll extend your regards to Ferris.”

“Chat later, George, we’ve a train to catch,” I jumped in, patting him on the shoulder reassuringly before turning just in time to join the twins in their short running leap to the moving train alongside us, needing a split second to find solid footing as George’s voice cut back to us.

“May the Creed guide you, you vagrants!”

I sketched a dramatic bow to the Mentor as Evie turned toward him, adopting a more solemn tone. “Poor man, more afraid than ever. The years have not been kind.”

“Evie Frye, where do you get it from?” her brother chuckled, shaking his head.

The older twin gave grin. “The same place as you, Jacob.”

I turned back toward my friends. “Alright so as we agreed before, Evie, I believe you’re going to require more stealth with Brewster, and as such, having more than one person on your target will only cause more harm than good. I’ll be pairing off with Jacob for Ferris,” the said twin shot his sister a triumphant grin.

“I wouldn’t look so smug, brother dear, Y/N basically just stated you require more assistance than I,” Evie rebutted, a glint of mischief in her eyes. But she turned back to me before her stunned brother could make a remark. “Agreed. Good luck, and I’ll see you both at the rendezvous.”

Jacob gave a short whistle, grabbing our attention. Our stop was arriving. 

The two of us crouched, preparing for the jump, before Jacob turned back to his sister. “Have fun.” 

Evie smiled back with a laugh. “Don’t die!”

All she got was an answering, manic grin before Jacob and I ran the few steps off the roof before launching ourselves towards the very static ground below, with myself landing and rolling directly on a stacked pile of lumber and Jacob grabbing hold of a lamp pole, swinging and landing right next to me.

“Shall we?” Jacob offered me a hand up. Scanning the building in front of us, we eventually found a large window near the roof, propped open wide enough for a human to squeeze through. Climbing up and onto the sill, we leaped down and landed on one of the numerous metal platforms in the factory.

Looking around, I noted the abundance of platforms and catwalks, large metal pipes and forges…… and the sizable number of children working amongst the metal beasts. I knew Jacob was doing the same, but our cataloging was abruptly interrupted by the pained sobs wrenching from a child below on the dirt floor, a metal support beam having fell on him.

Two men had run over to move the steel as fast as they could, having to hold myself back from rushing in to help, just as another man walked in through the large warehouse doors. Stout, self-assured, and a scowl permanently etched on his face beneath a bowler hat. Our target, Rupert Ferris.

“How long does he intend to go on like this?” the Templar complained, my jaw clenching at the disdain in his voice. “He’s disrupting the other workers!”

We watched in tense silence as the men finally heaved the metal off the boy, holding him up between the two of them as they helped him hobble off. Hopefully to a doctor.

“Shut his trap and get the machine fixed! And send me some laudanum for my head,” Ferris’ final dismissal rang out as he left the building.

“Coming right up,” I ground out, my anger slowly rising after witnessing such mistreatment. Jacob glanced over, his own brows lowered.

“Care for a spot of hunting?” he quipped, right as he launched himself from our perch, swinging back down to the ground floor via the chains and pipes scattered about.

I was quick to follow, jogging after him and dodging workers between the furnaces, until we reached the end of the warehouse. Jacob reached out and gave several tugs on the handle, but the door didn’t so much as budge.

“Locked,” he muttered in disappointment.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A nasally voice piped up behind us as we turned, belonging to a man lounging against the nearby brick wall, possibly a foreman. He looked us up and down before continuing. “No one goes in or out…. ‘less there’s a problem.”

After taking a moment of consideration, I turned to Jacob, my voice lowered so avoid prying ears.

“We halt the machines in some way……. then that door opens and we have our route to Ferris.”

“Clever. Won’t hear any complaints from me then,” Jacob gave a grin that spoke of nothing but pure mischief. “Race you to the finish!”

He sprinted off with no warning, already free running his way up to the top levels again. Luckily, after so many years dealing with my partner’s antics, I was prepared for them and sprinted after him only a second later.

Scaling a wall right after him, I lunged out to snatch the bottom edge his coat before he could keep running any further, causing him to utter an annoyed “Oi!” before slowing and waiting as I finished clambering up.

“Do you even have a plan of what to do or are you just guessing?” I chided, only allowing him the time to shrug before speeding through my idea. “There should be a few main pipes with a wheel mechanism on them to control the steam power. Closing them off should do the trick quite nicely.”

“See, this is why we work so well together: always work on the fly,” he smirked.

“Hmm, I think it’s more because I can come up with actual plans to your last minute ideas,” I rolled my eyes before nudging his shoulder and mimicking his previous move of taking off without warning. 

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Widower

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader

Warning: N/A

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by anon:  Hi! Can you please do a fluffy one shot where Jacob Frye meets his S/O's two year old daughter from a previous relationship? BRING ON THE FLUFF!!!

“You want to meet her?”

“Yes, she’s part of your life...she’s your daughter...if I’m to be part of yours then I think it only fair that I meet her.” You couldn’t help but stare at Jacob as if he’d gone mad. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him to meet her, but...it just seemed so strange. For a man to be interested in another person’s child.

“I just...I didn’t expect you to...”

“To want to meet the daughter of the person i’m courting?” 

“Right...that makes me sound rather daft doesn’t it?”

“Only a little, darling.” 

It had been a surprise when Jacob first asked to meet her, Lili-Marlene was the tender age of 2 years and in those 2 years you’d been raising her alone. Your Spouse had passed away not long after her birth and it had been terrible for you, for her...and then you met Jacob who’d been consistent in making your life brighter even if not always with romantic intentions. But you were happy that he wanted to meet her, she was a sweet girl, barely able to talk, drooling and giggly, and maybe one day...he’d be a parent to her. 

So you arranged it, he was going to come round to your home and meet her...it was downright terrifying. What if she didn’t like him? What if he decided children weren’t for him? 

But then he showed up, knocking on the door, a teddy bear in one hand and his hand in the other. The moment she saw him she liked him, crawled towards him and tugged on his trouser leg. He lowered himself to the floor and brought her into his lap, handing her the teddy bear and tickling her cheeks. She was smiling and rosy, giggling at him as she chewed on the teddy bear. 

It was beautiful and heartwarming to watch. To hear the gentle way he talked to her even if she didn’t quite understand. To see the care with which he gave her...it was like watching a parent with their own child and it was so heartwarming that it made you ache with want for him to be her parent. For her to forever have that connection they so apparently shared.

She took to him like a duck to water and him to her like a rook to the sky.

[morrigan-writings]

All Aboard; Part 2

Jacob Frye x Reader

Warnings: fight scenes, brief mention of good ol’ victorian child labor

Summary: The Frye twins and Reader have been tasked with their first targets of the London Templars, with Jacob and Y/N going after Rupert Ferris.

A/N: once again, just rewriting a canon scene but adding in a reader insert just until I get the hang of writing AC characters

I sped over to the first pipe I found, leaping between platforms and swinging on overhanging chains to reach my destination. Landing like a cat, I strolled over to the wheel, glancing around for anyone watching before cranking the mechanism closed, internally cringing at the squeal of metal on metal. I then watched as the accompanying machinery started to slow, then finally come to stop with a metallic screech and loud hiss of steam.

Without passing, I immediately flew off towards the next target, noting that Jacob was currently taking care of the second pipe. Silently running past the tiny gasps of surprise and awe from the nearby children who actually spotted me, I skidded to a halt at the last wheel, Jacob arriving a few seconds later. Shifting the wheel into place, we both watched as the last bits of machinery stilled, a momentary silence filling the space.

It was barely a few seconds later that complaints and frightened words started to arise from the workers. We started to make our way back over just as the door was shoved open, and man clad in red marched through. Blighters.

“What’s all this?!” He snarled, looking between the men nearest him. “Which one of you is responsible?”

We paused on the platform just above the gang member.

I raised an eyebrow at Jacob in question. “After you, madam.” He gave a mocking bow as I answered with my own grin.

Turning back to the man below, I gave a half crouch before leaping and activating my Hidden Blade in the same breath. Air rushed past for a moment before I landed solidly upon the man, blade sinking into his neck.

Cries of panic arose from the nearby workers just as Jacob stuck his landing nearby.

“Who- who are you?!” a random worker cried.

Jacob merely sauntered past, joining me at the now open door. “The sanitary inspector.”

Walking through, we were met with two more Blighters, who had unfortunately witnessed the whole display.

“You’re a dead man! Run along home, boy,” the lead man sneered.

I had already slipped on my brass knuckles just as the scrap broke out, Jacob picking the lead as his opponent, myself sprinting at the one right behind him.

I flung my arm out and kept running, my weaponized fist slamming into the man’s chest as I clotheslined him, knocking him back into the wall behind him. Before he could recover his footing, I spun and slammed my heel into the side of his knee, causing him to yell out in pain right as I nimbly leapt just out of arms reach. 

However it wasn’t enough to deter him as he whipped a knife from his pocket, limping as he rounded on me. I grinned in response, my hands ready in front of me and ready. Frustrated, he lunged blindly, blade reaching out. I simply leaned to the side, grabbing his knife arm, pushing away from my face, and swinging a jab with my other arm into his elbow. Just as the crack of bone sounded out, I had already released my own blade and withdrew my arm, slashing across his throat as I did so, my opponent finally falling to the stone ground.

Just as I turned to see Jacob finishing off his own match, another Blighter rounded the corner, knife at the ready. Just as he turned towards Jacob’s exposed back, I ran and slid, my feet colliding with his legs, sending him sprawling. I had already jumped to my feet before he himself could recover, kicking the hand holding the blade and swinging my own fist into his chest, hearing the remaining air expel from his lungs. 

���Need any help over there, L/N,” more a rhetorical question than anything else, Jacob sauntered over, his own match over.

I stood back up, wiping off my blade as turned towards him. “I do believe that’s now 3 to 1, Frye. Do try to keep up,” I said with smile, already walking over to the large wooden doors across the courtyard. 

Failing at some form of retort, Jacob finally came over to help me shove open the two story tall wood doors, revealing a grand view of the rest of the train yard.

“After you, dear,” I gestured to Jacob, repeating his early statement.

He gave his signature devilish grin. “Ferris, here we come.”

For the next 10 minutes it was a careful race though the area, navigating around civilians and workers, slipping around the occasional Blighter, or silently taking them out when avoidance wasn’t an option. Jacob was eager to keep moving, too intent on the end target and leaving me to retrieve any of our throwing knives. Looting some spare change for my trouble kept me from tripping him out of frustration.

Finally we reached one of the bigger warehouses of the yard. Slipping in was easy, but creeping through without being noticed had slightly more difficulty.

Jacob took to skulking around on the ground level, taking out any other gang members as discreetly as Jacob Frye is able; meanwhile I scrambled up a nearby support beam and took to clearing the upper levels. 

We had reached nearly the opposite end of the ongoing warehouse when I finally spotted our target from my vantage point on the rafters. After signaling to Jacob, he took no time in climbing up to rest next to me.

“Found him,” I muttered, staring into the windows of the small office suspended on one of the catwalks.

“Ferris?” the twin confirmed.

I nodded. “Shall we?”

A few short moments later, the horrible man once known as Rupert Ferris was now growing cold on the floor. A shiver ran through me as the memory corridor faded, the man having used his last moments to spout more accusations and Templar rhetoric; they were always a touch disorienting. 

“It’s time we took our leave, Jacob dear,” I stated as my companion swiped a handkerchief across the Templar’s throat, through the blood dribbling there.

“Right you are” he gave a nod, turning towards the back stairwell. “I believe we have a train to catch.”

The train had barely started moving when we leapt down onto one of it’s carriage roofs. However we weren’t out of the industrial woods yet, as a few sharp yells cut through the air behind us, Blighters having followed us onto the train.

“Impeccable timing’” Jacob muttered.

“After you,” smiling at him, I motioned towards the threat.

It was quick work as before, but with the added challenge of a moving fight ring. Fists and knives flying, it didn’t take too long for the both of us to send our opponents flying off the train, Jacob clearly having the time of his life as he gleefully yelled “Tickets please!” after one of falling victims.

Train passed through a bridge and suddenly a horse-drawn cart dashed by, matching the speed of the machine and driven by two more Blighters.

Jacob only gave a laugh. “Lost your bottle, boys?”

However we watched on in confusion as they didn’t make a move to engage, but rather sped up to a lever by the tracks, using a club to slam it in the opposite direction before driving off. 

Our questions were soon answered as the locomotive soon swerved down a different direction of tracks and gave the telltale lurch of someone pulling the brakes in a panic. I watched as the conductor threw himself out of the engine car, rolling over and over in the dirt and rocks, ad we soon saw why.

The tracks needed to bridge a gap, and that bridge wasn’t anywhere near finished.

A quiet “oh no” left my lips at the same time Jacob snatched my hand and yanked it along as he started sprinting in the other direction, hoping we could outrun a falling train.

He had to quickly let go as we started leaping the gaps between cars, bare meters from the edge the machine was launching itself off of, booming crashes and explosions the only evidence of what awaited us below. It all came to a head when we clearly a stack of cargo on an open cart, but as the tie-downs let go, the toe of my boot caught on one of the ropes snapping from the tension. I went down with a cry, Jacob slamming to a halt to try and grab me, barely missing by mere inches before having to grab onto a handhold, my own fingers latching onto the wood slats of the flooring as the cart fell and finally came to a stop dangling over the edge.

“You alright, love?” worry lacing Jacob’s voice as he called down to me.

Glancing up briefly from the wreckage, I gave him an affirming nod. “Well, we seem to have made an unscheduled stop.”

Jacob let out a nerve-wracked burst of laughter as he began to climb down the flooring slats; unfortunately this bit of movement was the persuasion the cart needed to give one last violent lurch downward, the violent motion breaking my grip free as gravity took over.

“Y/N!” the shout wrenched from Jacob, just as I slammed into a new handhold a few feet lower.

“I’m fine, but I really do recommend we get down from here quickly,” speaking around my now very sore ribs, I started to climb my way down, until letting go and dropping onto the mangled roof of one of the carriages. 

Jacob immediately followed suit, grabbing onto my hand for each other’s balance as we stumbled and leaped through the burning debris.

We clambered up to the top of an upended carriage, just as it silently swayed under our added weight, giving only a few seconds warning for us to launch off in a panic, hitting the ground hard and rolling right as the beast of wood and metal slammed to the earth mere feet from our landing spot.

Breathing hard and trying to collect ourselves after the entirety of the ordeal, jacob rested a hand on my shoulder where I was bent over slightly, hands braced on my knees.

“Maybe next time, we’ll walk.”