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top-hat-assassin · 8 years ago

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Togetherness (Jacob Frye X Fem!Reader)

Hello Followers, thank you for your patience once again. Here is another one and this time I took 41-year (well, he is 43/44 in this one) old Mr. Frye to the test. I mean, he needs love, too. And he is such a handsome man and had to go through a lot.

I hope you will enjoy this piece of Fiction. I do not have any knowledge about the bathing back in Victorian England. I googled but didn’t find enough or maybe I did not dig deep enough. (I actually just googled again to not look like a complete idiot in front of you and added a few things, heh)

A happy Fryeday to all of you. I hope my english followers are all okay + their families and friends after what had happened.

Title: Togetherness Summary: Reader wants some time for herself but her dear husband thought otherwise Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye Relationships: Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader Warnings: Very slightly NSFW at the end (but really, not much) Words: 1.885

The silence within the walls of the bedroom could almost be grasped and the noises coming from the street outside were ignored. You hummed quietly in the tub in front of the fireplace, visibly enjoying the warmth of the water surrounding your body. Your back was leaning against the tub, the arms placed on the edges while the hot steam coming off the water made you feel more cozy.

You had the house all to yourself and as a crouning conclusion you would give your body the wellness program it deserved. Your two men were out and about somewhere and engaged in a mission whereas your daughter was in India. She wanted to train more with her aunt Evie and of course, Jacob Frye couldn’t say no to his little princess. And yes, he even was a little mad when she insisted on training alone with Evie.

You liked having them around, no doubt about it, but sometimes you wished you had more peace for yourself. The boy and the girl both did inferior their father in a lot of things. However, you had often the presumption that Jacob is more of a child than the actual children in the house.

A smile etched itself onto your lips when your mind showed you the disappointed and worried face of your husband when he came back from escorting Evie and your daughter to the ship which departed to India. He was always very protective over his children - his daughter even more so. But the man knew, that he has to let them go and make their own story. Naturally it wasn’t easy on you as well, your mother instinct always on high alert, but it gave you comfort knowing that Evie is going to be with her and taking care of her.

A sigh escaped you, you closed your eyes and forgot everything around you. The silence was a change, you had much needed. You didn’t know how much time had passed - it could be only ten minutes or far longer. But suddenly you heard a suspicious sound outside the room and your eyes were immediately fixed on the door to the bedroom.

Soon the noise could be recognized as footsteps.

“Jacob?” you called out, hoping secretly that it was indeed your husband. Of course you know the sound of his footsteps, but this time they seem a little bit different - lighter if one would describe it. And you did not have much desire to face an opponent naked. But you were an assassin and you wouldn’t go down without a fight. You grabbed a throwing knife from the pouch you had carried with you from a stool next to the tub.

The steps fell silent in front of the door and then she was opened slightly. In seconds, you raised your prefered arm with the knife and pointed at the door. Somebody put their head through the gap. The knife was thrown and landed with a loud thud (given the silence) into the wooden door. The intruder reacted quickly and shielded himself off with the door before the knife could have hit him. The door was opened again with a creak and Jacob’s head came once more through the gab and turned to the knife. Your eyes widened and you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw it was indeed Jacob. “God dammit, Jacob! At least say it is you. I could have seriously injured you!” thank god the man was fast enough because you didn’t want to wait for an enemy to be quicker than you. You had gotten another knife from the stool but put it down instantly and placed it back to it’s previous place.

“At this rate, I need to replace all doors in the house, darling.” His gaze was at first dumbfounded, being eye to eye with a sharp knife wasn’t his expectation, before looking over at you. As a response you threw him a glare. There was a grin now on his face and he took in the scenery he found you in, completely forgetting the incident that just happened. “I hope I’m not disturbing you, love.”

Maybe it would have been the best to just throw another comment at him, but you weren’t in the mood to even think about a good remark so your anger vanished. “Just a little.”, you teased him. “You’re back early.” “The mission went great and Emmett did his part perfectly.”

You smiled and you could see the expectant face of your husband. He didn’t open the door fully yet, still only his head was seen. “Is there something else, Mr. Frye?” you raised an eyebrow as Jacob didn’t move an inch.

He blinked a few times. “Do you have room for a second person?” There was a bold smile on your face now. “Why, are you planning on joining me?” He hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “Only if you want to. I know you love your baths alone. I just… you look so peaceful and relaxed and I was hoping I could join you.”

His face was even showing his high hopes and the second you saw it you knew; you would not be able to resist him. Otherwise you would feel bad for the rest of the day. “I’ve always got enough space for two persons in here.” As soon as the words left your mouth, his hazel orbs glinted at the idea of sharing a bath with you. Now he opened the door completely and let the door fall into the lock behind him. He approached you slowly, his clothes finding their place scattered on the floor. Your gaze stayed on him the entire time, watching how more of his skin is revealed to you.

It didn’t take long before he was nude in front of you, your eyes raking over his figure, taking in every scar, the trail of chest hair leading down inbetween his legs. Your bodies may not look like how they looked twenty years ago, but that doesn’t mean, that his body can’t excite you anymore. Quite the opposite in fact. You shook your head to yourself. Now is not the time for such thoughts, although it would almost feel like a crime not to acknowledge the body of the handsome man you married. As he made preparations to get into the tub, you moved a little forward so he could sit behind you. You waited patiently for him to find the right position; only then did you get closer and pressed yourself against him. His arms wrapped around you, your head leaning against the shoulder where he had his tattoo.

“As much as I love my baths for myself. I’d always prefer them with you in it.” your whisper broke the silence after seconds of him adjusting. “Is that so?” you heard the smug grin in his voice. In response, he received a gentle flick to one of his arms.

You touched his right thigh with the palm of your right hand and went up and down as far as you were able to without having to move your upper body. It remained silent between the two of you, but the quietness was not unpleasant.

The hike over his thigh soon stopped and you raised your arm to touch his chin. You tapped his stubble with your fingers, feeling the scratchy surface under your fingertips. “You would talk to me if anything bothers you, right?” you asked softly. You remembered the case with Jack like it was yesterday. It had been two years now, but you knew that it was still boiling in him because of everything that happened. He may be a little bit more like himself, but the events changed him. “‘Course.” with his own right hand he took yours, led it to his lips and kissed your knuckles. “I’m alright, really, do not worry about me.” “I’m your wife, it’s one of my duties to do so.” there was a stern tone to your voice mixed with softness.

He gave a breathless short laugh, and you noticed he was bringing you a little closer. He buried his face in your neck, let go of your hand to embrace you with both arms again. The hand he let go of, found it’s way in his hair and began to run through his hair or scratch his scalp gently.

He left little kisses starting with your neck and went up to your chin, where he began to softly nibble. With a small laugh, you turned your face to him and immediately your lips merged into an unhurried kiss. He ran his tongue once along your lips before leaving them. “How did I ever get so lucky, Mrs. Frye?” he whispered the question against your skin of your cheek. You pressed a small kiss to his chin. The hand in his hair went to the small stool placed next to the tub and you took the cloth, which lay on it. You also took the soap and wrapped it around the cloth. “Because you deserve it. Let me finish washing myself and we can get out. What do you want for dinner?” “How about you being my dinner?” he asked mischievous into your ear, licking the earlobe as if to underline his want.

You giggled. “You are an awful man.” Jacob let loose a chuckle and took the washing cloth from your hands. “Let me do that, I’ll do it much better.” Armed with the rag, he began to slowly wander over your back. When he was done with it and washed the soap off your skin, he trailed kisses along your spine. He then pushed you back to his chest so he can also wash your front. Again, he worked slowly over your body and your breasts. Your husband made sure he doesn’t put too much pressure on you and sometimes he would caress your breats with his palms, even pinching your nipples now and then. He wanted to work you up, that much you could read into his actions. “I take it you’re trying to get me into bed.”

“And you can have your way with me, love. Emmett is out with a few friends. I doubt we’ll see him until late in the evening.” he said quietly. “Mh?” “It was his idea his parents needed some time for eachother.” now there was a full grin on his lips. You, on the other hand, began to get a little bit suspicious. “As long as he isn’t like you when you were young. Or else London’s got itself another Jacob Frye out there.” “Oi.” he gave you a offended look you knew he didn’t mean serious. “I wasn’t that bad, love.” “Keep telling yourself that.” you grinned. The next moment you turned around, so you could look at him more easily and leaned over him. A hand cradled his cheek as you kissed him, this time more passionate and deeper. “We should not waste time.” you whispered against his lips and scattered more over his face. “Enjoy.” you began to kiss down his neck and a hand wandered over his wet stomach to sneak underwater and find his waiting manhood.

Jacob was sure that he will do just that.

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top-hat-assassin · 8 years ago

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Thanks to that beautiful image a little idea came to mind. And I don't want to hide this from you! Also to let you know that I am still here, not dead.

At first, it was shocking. On the one hand, it came completely unexpected after you heard him calling for you and on the other, because the whole room was immersed in an atmosphere, which could not be described in words. At least you couldn't form any right now. The room was slightly darkened, making the man even more mysterious, who had found his place in the middle of the room on a chair. It immediately became clear to you that his presence occupied the room. The silence around you made you swallow almost audibly. Actually, you had hoped he would say something already, for your own body was still frozen in the doorway and you could not take your gaze off of him. His own look had something predatory about him and when you saw the way his eyes glide over your body, you could have sworn that he was making a contented hum.

"Don't you want to come over, love?"

His voice was deeper, which gave you a tremendous shiver over your whole body. "I-" you began, but stopped yourself as you did not really know what to say. Jacob gave a dark chuckle and lifted his left arm, which had rested on the armrest until now. You saw how he called for you with a "Come-hither" motion.

Your body acted quite by itself and your legs moved into his direction. In your walk, hesitation was visible, which also caught the eye of the man in the chair. "Don't worry." he purred insuring. "Come over here and play with me." You swallowed again, your pupils widened and your legs stopped. You could already guess what is taking place in this room - or rather, what will. "Jacob-" "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you know better than that." he interrupted you in a disappointed tone.

You knew instantly what he meant by that. "I'm sorry, Sir." Only now did you realize that he held a scepter in his right hand. You had not paid attention to this, since his look was sufficient to throw you off course. "Good girl." he leaned back into the seat cushion of the furniture, and with your sharp eyes you also noticed that he spread his legs further apart. A naughty idea came to your mind, thanks to him sitting like an open buffet on that chair, ready to wait for you to feast on it. And with his small movement you were sure he indicated what it is he wants from you. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl over here, would you?" you recognized the change in his voice and knew it all too well. It was the commanding tone he uses to address his Rooks. And he also likes to use it (with a few different aspects like more deeper and raw), when you both were among yourselves and he unsheathes his dominant side.

You nodded in understanding, murmured 'Yes, Sir' before you dropped to the ground. Slowly, and not taking your glance from him, you began to crawl to him.

But what exactly has he in store with the scepter? The instant you asked yourself the question, some pictures came to your mind's eye, flashing like lightning to your lower regions and a moan leaving your mouth. "Oooh, what are you thinking about?" he asked curiously. You bit your lower lip slightly and your gaze scurried over to the scepter for a second. This did not escape the man and he himself looked at the piece in his hand. "Yes, I can see why." he turned his head back in your direction with a promising smile on his lips. "I'm sure I can, somehow, bring this into our little adventure here." You could not wait to see what he would do with it. But now you should concentrate on something else. Quickly your eyes locked onto the prominent bulge between his legs, your tongue darting out to lick your lips hungrily.

Since your distance to the man was not very major, you were right in front of him in three seconds. At that moment, diligence overcame you and you supported yourself with your knees, so that you would get his pants open with your hands. "Eager, aren't we?" his tone did not conceal the amusement. "Yes, I want to please you." your skilful hands had the belt open promptly, but before you could even touch and work on his pants, Jacob stopped you with his left hand.

Confused and frustrated, you looked up at him. "Please.", you whimpered desperately. Jacob grinned and cupped your chin as he leaned slightly forward. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice rough and covered with passion. His thumb stroked gently across the corner of your mouth. Courage captured your body and your tongue came out to lick his thumb pad. This seemed to astonish the Assassin as his eyebrows faintly went up. But a dirty grin stretched out on his lips shortly after and he let his thumb disappear between your lips. "What do you want, love?" You closed your eyes and sucked on his thumb, licking your tongue over the tip before letting him go with a smacking noise. This was just a small glimpse of what you had in mind. A short gasp broke the silence, which caused you to open your eyes again. You met his gaze and you could see it in Jacobs face; he was very excited about it. His pupils had nearly covered his hazel iris colour and he had given a little moan, which eventually led you to begin with your actual mission.

Jacob steadily leaned back again and his left hand found it's place back on the armrest. "I want to please you." you whispered, your hands now lying still on the buttons of his pants. You could feel his dent grow larger as soon as you'd made him realize what you were about to do. "I want to make you feel good." To test whether he will let you go further now, you opened the first button. This time however, his hand did not disturb you and it seemed he gave himself to your idea. "I want to play with you, Sir."

"I'm all yours, darling."

Daddy wants you to come and play with him… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Oh, I am certain that our patrons have so many games they want to play with, ehem, Daddy Jacob. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Molte grazie for sharing your amazing art @iceplatinum! Such a good image to wake up to on my end 😏😏😏

~ Signora Paola

#i also hope this is not too much #ha #first time writing something like this #i've head a lot of practice with reading stuff like this since mr frye came into my life #;P #any mistakes?#gimme a heads up of course #uh #i think i should tag this right #nsfw #jacob frye #assassins creed syndicate #ac syndicate #instead of had i wrote head #i dunno what my brain did there #okay yes i know what it did #i can't help myself

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top-hat-assassin · 8 years ago

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Bad News (Jacob Frye X Reader)

Hi lovelies,

I’ve got another one for you here. Took me a few weeks to complete this. And I’m sorry in advance for the not so good ending and for another Pub going. Please do not think I see Jacob as an alcoholic, this just happened to be another Fanfiction with such an ending. I still have a few fictions left in my ac:syndicate folder. But you can also give me some ideas, if you feel like it. I wouldn’t mind. All it could take is time due to work and other things coming inbetween.

And yes, I also have NSFW works scattering around, but I’m still not confident enough to get them out when I still have trouble with Fictions like this one. lol

Anyway, thank you so much for following and liking my stories. It may not look enough to others, but for me it means a lot. Enjoy this piece (I really like the first half of this, but the second half is ugh, I dunno, just not right in my eyes). And yes, I know I repeat myself with every story I upload. I just want my Followers to know, that each and everyone is appreciated.

I just received 250 Followers, this is so awesome. You are awesome!

Title: Bad News Summary: Jacob receives bad news about his sister. Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye Relationships: Jacob Frye x Reader Warnings: None Words: 1.678

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With crossed arms you had leaned against the door frame of the train carriage, which was mostly occupied by the youngest of the Frye twins. You were waiting for this particular person to come back from Evie’s carriage. You knew why Evie wanted to speak with her brother. As you waited you took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Strange enough, you feel like a nervous wreck as if you were the one receiving the new informations. Your head thudded against the door frame as you closed your eyes. You were listening to the sounds of the train moving and it’s wheels driving on the rails. It became a soothing sound for you over the time you spend here.

Ten minutes later you opened your eyes when you heard a door opening. Your head turned into the direction and you saw the man you were waiting for entering. He seemed a little bit on edge and you could have sworn you heard a little sob coming from him. The thought made your heart grow heavy. You had known about the plans regarding India; it won’t be easy for him as he had Evie beside him his whole life until now. In a few weeks this will all change. The twins would be seperated for the first time - probably for a very long time, too. A little voice in the back of your head told you, that you’re still here. There is one question remaining for you though: will it be enough? That thought made it’s way into the front of your mind, your pulse quickening for a moment of the fear that surged through your body. You scolded yourself for such a reaction.

You shifted your attention back to the twin. Almost furiously he dragged his hand through his hair, letting it look more unkempt. He looked frantically through the carriage, but seemingly blind to your presence, as if he wants to take off to escape his pain. While you watched him, you could almost feel his pain. You can only hope that he doesn’t act upon a reckless thought to forget what he had been told.

You let your arms hang down at your sides and pushed yourself off the door frame. You quietly made your way over to the male twin, hoping you can kind of help him ease his pain. The man had now sat down on the Lounge; his elbows on his knees, face hidden in his hands.

Although he does not like to openly admit it, it was certain he needed his sister. You’ve heard about a special connection between twin siblings and you’re sure that this connection also lies within the Frye twins.

You stopped right in front of him and without saying a word to him, you raised your arms and let your hands ran through his soft hair, trying to console him. You hoped, somehow, this would help him. You did not even know how it feels if a twin was seperated from the other. You had a close family member, sure, but it wasn’t the same.

Since he did not react to your actions, you stopped. “I’m sorry.” you whispered. It was unusually quiet around you. The train stood still at this point and it felt unpleasant to you, like you needed some noise to keep your racing mind calm. Your heartrate was pounding in your ears. Did you overstep a boundary? Didn’t he want anyone around him right now? “Don’t be.” you heard his soft answer and then he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and putting his head on your stomach. A relieved sigh almost left you after he responded to you. A soft hum was coming from you before you raised your arms again and went through his hair a second time. You learned in time that he relaxes when your fingers kneaded through it. This time he also gave a short, agreeing “Hm”.

“I know she is your twin sister and there is no way someone can replace her for the time she is not here… but you’re not alone, Jacob. When you need to talk, you can talk to me. If you need someone for a pint, I’m coming with you. Whatever you need, just say it.” You wanted him to know that he does not have to cope alone. He needed to know, you emphasized in your head.

He pressed his face even more into your stomach, nuzzling a little bit into the clothes fabric. “Thank you.” he murmured. “Just… Just stay with me a few minutes like this.” his voice was a little muffled due to speaking right into your clothes. “Anything for you.” And you meant the words. It is rare to see him in this kind of emotional breakdown. Most of the time he wants to be seen as a strong individual and he often covers his true emotions up. To his misfortune, you were one of the very few people who weren’t going to be fooled by him.

Thankfully, the silence was no longer as oppressive as it was before. You left his hair, wandered into the collar of his shirt, so you’ll be able to caress his neck with your fingers. Until you took your fingernails into action and started to scratch the nape of the neck gently.

The minutes passed and you almost thought he was asleep. But then he pushed his face off you again; keeping his arms at their place around you. Jacob looked up into your face, while you returned his gaze. When you smiled, his lips also curled into a little smile. You could see that he indeed shed a few tears. Your hands moved back to his face, cupped it and with your thumbs you brushed a few tears away that threaten to run down his cheeks. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes, enjoying your touch.

“So… about that Pint.”

As you snorted, he opened his eyes again and his smile turned into a cheeky grin with a mischievious glance in his hazel eyes. You tousled through his hair to make it look more disheveled again after you straightened it out before. “Whenever you’re ready, Mr. Frye.” He let go of you to stand up when you took a small step back. Your eyes met and it was there you can read it in his gaze; how devastated he feels about his sister’s plans and at the same time thankful you’re still here with him. “Thank you.” You shook your head at this. “There is no need for that. I’m glad I can help in some ways.” “You help more than you think.”, there was a gentle smile, which was directed at you. This was a smile you never saw before and as it was only for you, your stomach made a fluttering feeling. You felt the flush of heat going straight to your face. Before you would totally embarass yourself in front of him, you grasped his left hand und started to drag him to the door. “Pints are on me.” you said over your shoulder. “Aren’t I a lucky chap?”

Both of you jumped from the train and somehow you managned to trip over your own feet at the landing. Thankfully, Jacob registered this instantly and caught you, steadying you. “Careful there, (Y/N).” You gave him a short laugh. Well, your thought back in the train about not embarassing yourself in front of him was with this incident for nothing. “You’re not going to hurt yourself while we are looking for a Pub, right?” “No.” you said. “I can’t promise, but-” “(Y/N).”, he growled, slightly annoyed. He was always like this when it came to your health. You rolled your eyes while ee narrowed his own at you. “Jacob, please. I’m fine and I’m sure we will arrive at the Pub without injuries.” you took his left hand again with both your hands whilst you faced the way with your back. You pulled him along to the edge of the bridge you found yourself on. “I’m going to drink you under the table, love.” Your eyebrows shot straight up at the sudden change of subject. He wasn’t ready to talk about what is happening soon and you were patient enough to wait until he finally spills his true feelings about the departure of his sister. A feeling told you he might speak more when his sister has left London. Or when she is gone for a few weeks and it starts to dawn on him, she is in fact not in person with him.

When you thought back to his suggestion you shot him a glare. Like the man himself, you like challenges, there was no way you will let him win this round. You will make it the responsible way though. Which meant no more pints than two, so you had to keep an eye on the man and his mugs. He tends to get himself more pints whenever he is feeling upset about something. This time you’re going to prevent him from doing so. “Don’t be so full of yourself. The last time, if I may recall, I found you slumbed over the table.” “I was tired after we fought for another borough.” was that a pout on his lips? “Keep telling yourself that, my dear Jacob.” your tone was teasing. Oh, that was definitely a pout.

Jacob shook his head, gave you a grin while making himself ready to use his Rope Launcher. “Let’s, love.” You were about to make yourself ready when his arm was back around your waist, pulling you into his embrace this time. “J-Jacob! I’ve got my o-own Rope Launcher!” you stuttered as his action took you by surprise and the close proximity to his body made your head feel dizzy. “I know. It’s faster and I don’t have to wait for you. Now, hold on.” You decided you’re going to slap him after you land on the roof of the pub for his statement.

#jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #assassins creed syndicate #assassins creed #i'm sure that jacob can look out for london himself #i just think he has a lot of insecurities about it without having his sister with him #but here in this story he got reader #that counts for a lot #enjoy this!

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top-hat-assassin · 8 years ago

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Sometimes it doesn’t go as planned (Jacob Frye X Reader)

Hi Followers, here is another one I finished. I don't know what else I can say other than I hope you enjoy it.

Oh, yeah, it seems my stories are always the same with Kisses and such. Lol. I'm sorry for the boring fanfictions.

Title: Sometimes it doesn’t go as planned Summary: Reader and Jacob are trying to eavesdrop on a group of Blighters. Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye Relationships: Jacob Frye x Reader Warnings: None Words: 2.293

It was ample late in the evening and you had been leaning against a wall for a quarter of an hour. Waiting. In the afternoon, a small boy came out to meet you in the streets and pressed a piece of paper into your hand. "Boss, Miss." he murmered to you with a grin, which looked more cheeky thanks to the small tooth gap. You had immediately unfolded the paper after the child cleared off; happy with some money.

Meet me tonight at the alley beside The Lamb, 10 o'clock.

That's precisely where you were right now, but you had not been able to catch sight of the man who asked you to wait here. It became briskly, and you folded your arms in front of your breast, rubbing the palm of both hands up and down your upper arms. Not much warmth was formed during the act, but it helped drawing your thoughts to the cold. You had not seen the male Frye twin for a week since he had an important mission that included an important Templar. And as he did not report or show up, you had almost assumed that something had happened to him.

"Where are you?" you whispered into the silence.

At this time, mostly drunks were to be found, but fortunately they had not left the pub. Yet. And if the fine gentleman does not appear soon, you will quickly vanish to avoid such meetings.

Your gaze went up into the sky, of which there was not much to be seen. Apparently it was cloudy as here and there you could see a few stars.

"Psst."

When your ears picked the voice up, your head immediately whipped around to the side street, where the pub adjoins it. At first you saw the top hat until the figure stepped out a step further and you finally could make out the face you were waiting for. With quickly steps you also disappeared in the darkness of the alley with the man.

"You're alive." you said softly before you took him into a hug. "Woah, (Y/N)!" his tone expressed surprise from the sudden embrace. But the man caught himself again and returned the gesture. "I'm not dying this easily." he gave a small laugh. They were Assassins, who shouldn't be underestimated, you knew that much. But even as an Assassin you can be killed quickly and you should be lucky to get out of a mission alive.

"You're not invincible." you broke from the embrace and gave him a small slap on his shoulder because of the statement. "Did you find your target?" "Yes." there was a short pause inbetween. "He's dead." he looked around, almost as if he was expecting someone to be on his heels. With a head movement he gestured to you to follow him. As your eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness of the alley, you could easily make your way out. Both of you went deeper at a leisurely pace into the alley towards the other side of the road.

The only thing to be heard was the crunching of the stones under their shoes, and in the distance the laughter of some people. "Pub, Fight Club, Train?" you asked into the silence. He possibly needed a distraction from the mission he came back from. The man stopped, turned to you with the hint of a grin on his lips. "Bed?" he teased. Because of the tone and the grin you raised an eyebrow. "With that grin of yours, I doubt you will use the bed for sleep." You were not a couple, but occasional comments were made between you, which sounded to outsiders as if you were more than friends. Even Evie asked you once, if there was anything between you two. "You know me so well, (Y/N). How come?" At first, a snort left you as an answer. "That might be, because I always hang out with you when I have spare time."

Suddenly he threw an arm around your shoulders, which resulted in you being pulled closer to him. Even if you were close friends and he often did such small things, your heart beat gets faster every time. The warmth of his body went over to your own, the coldness around you long forgotten. "I wouldn't want it any other way. I love your company." You gave a mocking sound, shook your head while slightly smiling. "You can be honest: You just need a drinking partner, who is up for a challenge with you." "That's an important reason, love!" You rolled your eyes, knowing he's teasing you again.

There were only a few steps left before you entered the light of a lantern. It had been a long alley, but for your own taste it had been too short. You gave a short giggle when Jacob rubbed his cheek against yours, so that his stubble was tickling you. With a playful shocked gasp, you pushed him gently away from you. "You can be such a child sometimes, Jacob." He gave you a cheeky look when he stopped in his tracks. "I just want to make you laugh, that's all."

You also stopped, but you thought nothing of it while Jacob saw some Blighters who were not far from where you were right now. You were close enough to understand scraps of the conversation. If you were even closer, one could possible also get the topic of their discussion. And even if they looked like they were having a day off, Jacob found the group suspicious enough and even if they aren't on a mission or other tasks for the Templars, they could speak about something important. And he didn't want to let such chance go. That was why his glance landed at you beside him. "You need to play a little game with me." "A game?" your eyes were speaking of confusion and curiosity. With his head, he pointed in the direction of the Blighters. After you observed that group, you looked back to him. "What is your idea?" You could recognize hesitation in his posture, which only confused you more. "Be mad at me later for this, love." With slow steps and as inconspicuously as possible the Assassin leaned against the wall of the house and placed you directly in front of him.

You could already guess what he was up to. His hands landed right on your hips as he pulled you towards him. Your heart began to race faster in your chest. Were you really able to do this with what he had in his mind? Perhaps both of you should not overthrow this. A thought occured to you; for him, it could only be of importance because he could learn something value from the group. But what about you? You'd fall more in love with him, you were certain. Panic began to rise in you and you opened your mouth to stop him. At this time, his breath brushed your skin and lips and as soon as your mouth was slightly open, the lips of Jacob were on yours.

Your eyes closed automatically at the contact. It's as if your mind blanked out at this point. His lips felt soft, despite being chapped, and even though the kiss began hesitated, you couldn't believe how perfect your lips fit together.

Jacob had proceeded with the plan to pretend the kiss, but when he realized your lips were open, he pushed his tongue into your mouth. He put his head a little to one side, immediately deepening the kiss with the small movement. A soft moan came from your side. This led to him tightening his grip on your hips and he even pulled you closer to him so that your bodies were touching. Your hands landed on his shoulders in the process; the concentration on the conversation had long since passed for the man.

At that moment, you felt as if you were at the safest place in the world. You could taste the smoke of fire, what confused you briefly. Maybe this had something to do with his target. A bit of alcohol was also to be found and something that could only be Jacob himself. You never believed such things as a person having their own taste while kissing. But it seems like you were wrong all the time. The other kisses you may have shared with another person didn't ignite a fire like his does. And you never kissed them long or deep enough to taste them apparently. You had expected the kiss, still, you couldn't hide the surprise surging in your mind at the move. Especially when his tongue came into the game. It took a few seconds before you returned the kiss. As soon as the man noticed this, he hummed contentedly into the kiss. You let him explore your mouth, grazing your tongue now and then.

But as luck would have it, a loud noise not far from you made your lips seperate. As you looked in the direction, the male Frye studied your face. Your breath had become labored just like his. Also a light blush covered your cheeks. He could only think of how beautiful you looked after you had been kissed. It made him wish to see you more often in this state. Jacob leaned his head back and looked up, trying to regulate his breath.

When you were sure that the noise held no danger, you turned your head back at Jacob. "You regret it, don't you?" your voice was a whisper, coupled with a swell undertone of uncertainty. "Not a single second." it took him merely a second for the response before his hazel gaze met yours. His hands were still on your hips. Because of the noise, both were startled and you even took a step back. Jacob wanted to change that small detail and so, with a gentle yank, he brought you closer to him once again. Your eyes widened. "It was supposed to disguise as as normal people, so I can listen in as to what they have to say." an amused smile appeared on his lips. "I didn't hear one word." Your heart leapt into your throat at the words. The red, which adorned your cheeks, became a little deeper. Jacob raised a hand and his thumb carefully traced your lips. It almost looked like he was studying them. "You've got beautiful lips." again he paused for a little break before continuing. "Especially when they have been kissed." Until now he had set a gentle smile, but his grin was quickly back. "Makes me wonder how much more beautiful you are when you lie naked in front of me."

Of course, the reddish colour in your face would spread even more, and at that moment Jacob found it to be a wonderful sight. Where would he find that red hue elsewhere on your skin? "Jacob Frye." you said in a warning tone. "I thought I might give you a compliment, love." "You can't just say that to someone you kissed. For the first time nonetheless. Unless..." you trailed off because there might be persons out there who would like to hear such things (even after the first kiss). Jacob raised an eyebrow, but he saw that you did not take offense in his words, rather amusement. "When the time comes I guess." For the second time, your hand gently met his shoulder in another slap. "You will not get me naked that easily." you warned him. A spark came into his eyes, almost as if you had just given him a challenge. But as soon as it was visible, it had disappeared again. "Let's have a pint, (Y/N)."

Even though he changed the subject, you knew quite well that the matter was far from being done. Who knows what kind of teasing you have to adjust to. Deep inside you, however, you were aware that you wouldn't mind at all. No, you had your own comebacks after all. And yet, you couldn't believe he might be interested in a more intimate relationship with you. Yes, the kiss was outstanding, but it didn't mean he was interested in a serious relationship. That's what you wanted though. Not a fling, no, if you committed yourself to him, you want everything.

Your gaze went to the other side of the street where some drunks were already outside a pub. The group Jacob wanted to listen in seemed to be long gone. "Good choice, (Y/N). It's even close to a train station." Jacob had followed your gaze. "If I have to carry you, I leave you behind." It happened often enough and maybe this will help him not drink too much. A horrified gasp was heard from the Assassin. "You wouldn't dare!" Now you were the one who grinned and didn't gave away anything.

Together you left the alley, crossed the street to the closed doors of the pub. Before, Jacob had hastened his steps and opened the door for you. A look of scepticism crossed your face. "Do I have to get suspicious?" "I'm a gentleman." you were about to enter the pub, when he said something else. "And you might have to help me get back to the train." "What was that?" His hazel eyes met yours again. "Nothing, love. Let's enjoy the rest of evening." he grinned. You shrugged your shoulders and went to get a table for you two, while Jacob got the mugs. You knew you two had to talk about the kiss. Soon. But he was right: Tonight you should just enjoy a Pint and there was still time tomorrow. After a peaceful sleep and a clear mind.

#jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #i'm bad at titles #lol #i have another fanfiction with having a kiss to distract any enemies #that's better #but... uh i get this one out first #assassins creed #assassins creed syndicate #this fic has the most amount of words until now #i hate the ending on this one #i couldn't think of a better one #i am so sorry #i hope you enjoy it and that your week has a great start #thank you for reading #i appreciate it #this might be the last fic for a long time #just a heads up #reader insert

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Little Family (Jacob Frye X Fem!Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sweet Kiss (Jacob Frye X Reader)

And I can publish another one. Really short this one, I know, I know. And I am late for Valentine's Day - I hope you all had a great one. I've found a list with a few different kind of Kisses as an idea to write a Fanficion/Drabble. And here is the first result of that list.

I've got not much to tell at this point; only that I hope you enjoy this small drabble and I'm thankful for each new and old follower I've got!

Finally, the exhausting day was over and the mission had been successful. At the Whitechapel station, you sat down on a bench and let your hood fall down from your head. With a vigilant glance you observed the crowds of people standing around the station. Neither of them were suspicious in your eyes, so you could concentrate on the arrival of the train.

You didn't have to wait too long for the train to come in, surprised you checked the clock and realized it was only ten minutes you spent waiting. You slowly rose from the seat and passed the other people on your way. The first car you entered was the one that held the bar, but your goal was a complete different one. You greeted the few Rooks sitting and having a good time. You entered the library and could see the male twin dozing on his Lounge. As you took the view in, a smile came over your lips and with soft steps you passed him. At the table you laid down some of the documents you found on your mission. One of them seemed very important for a Templar target. You took the piece of paper and took this to the pin board across from the Lounge. The paper found it's place among the other informations you gathered with the other three assassins over the past weeks.

You took a small step back and looked at the picture of the Templar. You tilted your head to the side a little bit as if this movement could help you figure a clue out. Although, you are sure, the found document could help you get closer to the target.

Unbeknownst to you, the man on the Lounge had awakened from his light sleep. He had pulled his top hat in his face prior, which he now slid up with thumb of his left hand. He squinted his eyes due to the light in his car before he noticed your presence. Of course, he did not get around to put his eyes on your behind first, flashing a small grin at the sight. He then stood as quietly as possible. As you were absolutely lost in your thoughts at the moment, it was not difficult for the young man to manage that.

Suddenly, you felt lips on your neck, little kisses were scattered all over your skin. After he was done with his little attack, he spun you swiftly around and with no time to lose, he pressed his lips directly onto yours. It was a sweet kiss that made your heart flutter and your knees go soft. It was also a short kiss and as soon as your lips parted, a smile was seen on his lips. Which you admired with a more or less smitten look on your face. "If I get this everytime I come back from a mission, I might do more."

Jacob's smile grew until it became a grin. "I think I can arrange that." You looked at him with your own warm smile, bringing your face closer to his. Your intention was easy to guess and you noticed quickly, that the man wanted to prevent this from happening by retreating his face from yours everytime you try to seal the deal. "Am I going to get these kind of kisses as well after a mission?" he asked, still with a mischievous face.

"Do you think you deserve that? Especially when you come home all battered and hurt from various injuries?" "Especially then." his grin disapperead before he pressed his lips on yours again. The kiss was slightly deeper than the previous one, yet sweet enough for your taste, and just as quickly over. He raised one hand and touched your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. "You got any plans tonight?" In reply you gave him a brief head shake. "Why?" "I might have a plan for us."

You looked at him expectantly, as you wanted to know more about this, but you realized that he wouldn't share a hint about his plan. "Alright, Mr. Frye, I'm curious." Immediately his typical, boyish grin was back. "I've got plenty of things in mind with what to do with you, love. To help you relax, of course." his eyes betrayed his true meaning of his statement; and it was definitely nothing innocent. Then he took your hand and led you off the train, right into the mild night that lay over London.

#jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #reader insert #assassins creed syndicate #drabble #fanfiction #enjoy this small piece #all a great weekend to all of you!

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Hero (Jacob Frye X Fem!Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Research (Jacob Frye X Reader)

I actually upload the third Drabble on here. I still can't believe I've come this far. The last year I was so in doubt with me and always thought 'You never have enough courage to post those'. Don't get me wrong, I'm still very much nervous. With this one, I thought long and hard about it. If it would even be worth it.

Thanks for reading!

Title: Research Summary: Someone wants to help you relax Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye, Evie Frye Relationships: Jacob Frye x Reader Warnings: None Words: 884

While softly humming, you were looking through the documents, concentrating on the words written on them. From time to time your forefinger wanders over the lines. As if you could feel when they had been written and by whom. You take a book out of the shelf on your left side, flipping through it quickly, but did not find what you were looking for. You were reluctant to stand there empty-handed. You promised Evie to find something. Anything. Deep in your thoughts, you did not notice that one of the twins had long since entered the car.

The younger twin looks closely at your figure and realizes that you were in your own world. As he sits on the Lounge in his cart, he takes his flat cap from his head and runs his hand once through the messy hair. The longer he watches you, the more of a smile appears on his lips. It is not a smile of teasing nature, no, if someone looks closely, one could recognize something gentle in it.

The song, which you hummed earlier, had long since been over. Sometimes the man could hear a few words spoken to yourself. Which makes you just more alluring to him. You on the other hand were frustrated. You couldn't find any indications about a Piece of Eden in any document or book. If you can not even get done a simple research like this, how are you useful to the Creed? That question runs through your head and it makes you almost give up the entire thing.

With both hands you had supported yourself on the table, now you were standing straight again. A sigh escapes you.

"You need a break," the deep voice sounds behind you, and then there are two hands on your shoulders and starting a slight massage. "You have been hanging over these writings since this morning." After you had overcome your first shock you quickly relax. As if by itself, your body leaned into his touch. "So tense," he murmurs. "I want to help. But it seems like I can't find anything. And I have a feeling, somewhere there's a clue.", you say with a tiresome tone in your voice. "You'll find it, love." encourages the man behind you. He notices that your muscles are beginning to relax and that your body comes dangerously close to his own. "Not today though."

You know the Assassin is right. And after several seconds, you begin to give yourself completely to the small massage he is still doing. You hum approvingly when he comes in contact with the most tensed muscles. Before, you were deep in thoughts about your research, but now your thoughts are about the british assassin. In the beginning, you only saw him as another assassin. Someone you will work with, perhaps even become friends. You're friends now, but deep inside of you, you want more. To put it simply; you fell for him.

Suddenly, you lost your footing. Your body leaned too far back, a result of being in another world while thinking about Jacob Frye. The man laughs softly and wraps his arms around your waist. "Careful," he whispers in a breathy voice right into your ear. This causes a slight shiver to run down your spine, hoping he doesn't catch the reaction. "How about we go visit a Pub and have ourselves some Pints?" Your heart is beating so hard you're concerned he is able to hear it. You open your mouth to reply as the door next to you is being opened.

Evie stands in the door, raising her eyebrows as she takes in what's going on. "I didn't mean to disturb." There is an amused sparkle in her eyes. You gasp and free yourself immediately from Jacob. "You do not bother, it's not what it looks like. I've been looking all day-," you speak fast, so you don't even form the thought you might have liked being in her brothers arms. As you continue to babble, Evie giggles. This stops you from making the scene more embarassing for you. "I'm going to lie down," you announce and with quick steps you flee to the next car in the opposite direction Evie came from. You did not want to wait to see if one of the twins has anything to say.

Jacob looks after you before looking back at his sister. She raises an eyebrow in a questioning manner, waiting for an explanation. The young man only shrugs his shoulders. Soon he sees the curiosity in his sisters eyes. "What?", he asks with a hint of irritation. "You do not see it, do you?" That question leaves him confused and he is about to ask further. But Evie only gives him a mysterious smile and shakes her head before going back into her cart. Jacob is certain he heard her murming something that almost sounded like "so oblivious". With a scoff he turns away from the door and eyes the Couch.

"Well, if no one wants to tell me...", he trails off and with few steps he is at his lounge, taking his flat cap, strokes his hair to smooth it und sets it back onto his hair. Then he sits down on the piece of furniture, finding a comfortable sleeping position before he pulls his hat into his face to get a little bit of sleep.

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After I've written this one down, another "Research" type of Fanfiction came in mind. I might write it, but have to see first if I can even write any type of smut. (Smut isn't as easy is it looks)

#fanfiction #reader insert #jacob frye x reader #assassins creed syndicate #jacob frye #enjoy #any mistakes?#let me know!#I don't know if I get the wording right??

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top-hat-assassin · 8 years ago

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Kisses (Jacob Frye X Reader)

This is my second fic. I want to thank everyone who liked my first story on here. It means a lot to me. You don't know how happy I was when another like popped up at my Handy screen.

I hope you can enjoy this fanfiction as well. I know it's not much and I'm sure there are a few mistakes in there. But maybe I'll improve over the year and more can enjoy these little scenarios.

To be honest, I wanted to write a lovely morning after NYE, even started it, but my motivation ran out and so I threw that idea out. (Yes, I'm a sucker for cute morning fluff, I think). Maybe at the end of this year I'm able to. Haha.

Happy new Year to you all. I hope this year will be awesome to you and all of your wishes will be granted!

Like last time, I used the Code to put your own name in it. Title: Kisses Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye, Rooks are present Relationships: Jacob Frye x Reader Warnings: Well, I do mention Sex. So I guess you can count that as a warning. Words: 712

Your gaze lay for minutes on the Assassin, who sat with some Rooks at a table and talked about the borough they won from the Blighters. Or it was about the fighting that took place tonight between them to win said borough. But you weren't sure and your thoughts weren't exactly set on it either. A small smile was to be found on your lips, and with the index finger of your left hand you traced the edge of the mug in front of you.

Your thoughts were long gone in other directions, which you would never say out loud to anyone. Above all, they were full of kisses, which you had already exchanged with the Assassin. Yes, you were intimate and had already tried a lot. But it was his kisses that brought you to your knees. They override your bodily functions, especially your breathing.

When he would kiss with his lips along your chin to your ear, where he whispers something (most of it dirty) and slowly took the path back until he finally returned to your own lips. Here and there he would suck on your skin, leaving red spots behind.

The kiss would then become a slow, intense kiss. But he was more profound than before and as he kissed you so, his big, rough hands would slide over your body. He would grip your hips lustfully, push them against his own hips to let you know how aroused he is because of you. And in response, you would moan or gasp into his mouth.

Of course ypu also knew how much he loves to have your hands slide up and down his body. And if the man had no shirt on at all, all he could do was moan when your fingers and hands wander upon his hot skin.

Which kiss he also very well mastered and often used is the one where he gently grabs your hair and pulls your head back slightly to allow him access to your neck. If he had enough space, he would spare no second to attack your skin there. Kissing, sucking, biting and licking. How often did you have hickeys on your neck, which you saw even days later? And when you thought of the curious looks of some Rooks, your smile on your lips slightly grew bigger.

You had not often had the pleasure of doing the same things to him. But you were determined to change that. It was very enjoyable to wander over his neck with your mouth. His deep sighing and humming in these moments confirmed you, that he was enjoying it as well.

The very best kisses that often came to mind - those where the ones who really knock your breath out of your lungs. When Jacob takes you aside and presses a soft, loving kiss to your lips, which takes your breath completely. Your heart beats faster and also the feeling like butterflies flying inside your belly can't be ignored. Rarely both can stop these little kisses, which then turn into more passionate moments.

The other kisses that drives your mind blank and mad at the same time where those when he was deeply sunk into you and the kisses serve to dampen your noises while he pounds mercilessly into you. They might not have a deep meaning, but your whole body would be in a big turmoil.

"You've got that naughty look on your face, love."

You blinked a few times and looked confused at Jacob. Immediately your cheeks turned red. You were so absorbed in your thoughts that you had not took notice of your surroundings.

The man laughed softly.

"Let's get you back to the train and make your thoughts a reality.", He took your arm and gently pulled you onto your legs. "And tell me those in great detail. I don't want to miss out on anything."

"There is no way I ca-"

"Don't worry, (Y/N). We'll get those words out of you."

He joind your hands together.

"Pints are on me, Rooks. But don't drink too much. We've got a lot to do tomorrow!"

The crowd of the Rooks cheered loud, propped on their boss. Then the two of you left the pub to retire for the night.

#assassin's creed syndicate #fanfiction #jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #hope you like it #still nervous about posting #but hey #you can't know for sure unless you try #right?#again #thanks to all who liked my other story before #reader insert

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top-hat-assassin · 9 years ago

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A lazy sunday (Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader)

I’m new to this thing and I wanted to deliver a small Fanfiction, which I hope you enjoy. English is not my first language, so please bear with me. But if you see any mistakes that are unnessecary, please let me know. I want to improve.

I also used the code to submit your own name and I really hope this is working. Title: A lazy Sunday Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye, Evie Frye, Female Rook Relationships: Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader Warnings: None Words: 814

You lay on your left side and stared at a point on the opposite wall in the train car. It was already after ten o'clock and it was about time to leave the bed. You had a meeting with some of the Rooks later on. They wanted to help you on a mission. Though you suspected there was a good chance you can handle the mission all by yourself. You rubbed your eyes, which still need to adjust to the light in the car. There was a movement right next to you and a little smile plastered itself onto your lips. Well, it shouldn't be surprising he was still sleeping. He wasn't a person who gets easy out of the bed. You take deep breaths and you breathed steady out. The first thing on your mind was to get your feet out of the bed. As soon as your feet touched the floor, you sat right up. The Shirt you wore, slipped from your left shoulder and bared the skin there. Your hands were at each side of your thighs. You wanted to relocate your body weight onto your legs by pushing yourself up from the bed. However, as you were ready to start the day, an arm suddenly draped itself across the middle of your torso. With a slight yank, you found yourself back in bed; directly in contact with the second person, who occupied it. "Jacob!", you said startled. "It's too early in the morning to get up, (Y/N).", he murmered in a voice, which was still filled with heavy sleep. He recognized you weren't under the blanket; so for a few seconds he let you loose to change that fact. You seemed to miss the opportunity to escape from him. There was a thought in your mind, that you might not want to leave the bed and let him persue you into it. The warmth of the blanket came upon your body as Jacob pulled you back to him, back against his chest. He nuzzled his face into your neck. A quiet and short hum was heard. It almost sounded like he was sure you won't argue anymore. "It's almost time for lunch." "Like I said. Too early.", he answered in his sleepy voice. "I have to get up. A mission is waiting.", you gave it a new try to flee from him, but the grip on you only got tighter. "Jacob!", you hissed his name. All you heard was a quiet laugh against your neck. His breath made contact with the skin there and it caused a slight shiver to run through your body. "It's sunday, love." Jacob knew there is no such thing as a free day for an assassin. But once in a while he likes to sleep longer or just relax for a few hours before there is another mission. Especially with you. "I want to spend the time with you.", he continued. His voice is still groggy. "Sleeping?", came a mocking response from you. But there was still a part of her that didn't want to go. The mission wasn't as important as others. The mission can wait until the afternoon or tomorrow. But there were people waiting for you. "There are Rooks waiting for me. I really have to go. Now." The man himself just pressed his face more into her neck. "Stay.", he begged. Shortly after he said the single word his breathing was regular and you knew he was back to sleeping. But that doesn't mean you're free to go. His grip is still tight around your waist. And it wasn't much of a help with the warmth of the blanket and especially the warmth from his body. This soothed your own body. Your eyes started to close on their own and with a defeated sigh the silence in the train was back. You lay your right arm above his and squeezed his hand. There was no way you could say no to his pleaded 'Stay'. He won this round, but you will make sure to be the winner next time. "You knew she wouldn't come?", Evie asked with an amused expression on her face. She found herself in the dining car together with one of the Rooks. The female Rook scoffed. "To me, it seems like (Y/N) has adapted some bad behaviours from your brother, Miss Frye." The older twin snorted at that answer. "I'm grateful it's not the worst she adapted from him. Or else, we would have a lot more chaos to clean up out there.", she pointed with her forefinger to the window next to her. The female grinned. "I might as well take a nap. We'll be waiting at the Whitechapel hideout, Miss Frye." "I'll pass it on.", the assassin gave a short nod. The Rook said her thanks and took off as soon as the train halted at the Whitechapel railway station.

#assassins creed syndicate #jacob frye x reader #reader insert #jacob frye #i really hope you enjoy this #i have so many doubts right now #god i'm nervous actually #i do love jacob frye and want to share that love with you #if this is any good #let me know please?

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