#( that's curious ; asks (( evie frye ))

[teecupangel]

What if the assassins ended up in Monster Hunter World where you fight dinosaurs?

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Mxv9AM397Y8&pp=ygUVTW9uc3RlciBodW50ZXIgd29ybGQg

Speaking of Monster Hunter World, here’s an idea of which MonHun monster Desmond could be reincarnated to and an idea of Desmond being reborn as a Zinogre.

Now, as for how the Assassins would react if they were placed in Monster Hunter World? Primarily, they would realize that they’re all in the same boat and start helping one another, naturally forming a Brotherhood of some kind. Because of their legendary status, Altaïr and Ezio would be pushed into becoming the mentors (with Desmond in the background, trying to push for Ratonhnhaké:ton to be included and Ratonhnhaké:ton going “stop, Desmond, I don’t want to lead anyone. Please, Desmond, this is embarrassing.”).

Bayek doesn’t even throw his name in the ring because he wants to see how the Hidden Ones, oh, right, Assassin Brotherhood would fare and he was curious what kind of mentors these supposed legendary mentors are.

They’d be seen as a separate guild of some kind that would specialize in ambushes and traps. There are rumors that they take care of… ‘bad’ people but that’s just a rumor since everyone is too busy fighting monsters and fortifying their bases to actually start fighting with one another.

Of course, the Assassins would definitely hunt monsters together too and their hidden blade is rarely used.

As for their weapons, they knew they needed to use weapons made specifically to battle these monsters as it would simply be more time, material and cost efficient.

Preliminary thoughts of what weapons each Assassin would go for (I only used weapons that can be found in MonHun World since this ask did specify MonHun World):

Altaïr: Insect Glaive mainly for mobility and aerial combat. He wanted to try one of the ‘stranger’ weapon mechanic or so he says. Ezio and Desmond believes he just wants to fly and strike monsters from high above. He has glaives for every weakness and kinsects for every situation. He is one of their leading researchers though so the materials for his equipment usually falls into being Desmond’s responsibility since he’s mostly on the field (in exchange, Desmond gets priority for any crafting requests he may have)

Ezio: Gunlance (he saw the gun and wanted to try it out. It was very, very different from the hidden blade and, at the point, he’s just too stubborn to try any other weapon and mastered this one)

Ratonhnhaké:ton: Bow (he saw Altaïr, Ezio and Desmond picking melee option and decided that these people need a long range support and he has already mastered the bow so it was easy for him understand how bows in this world works. Since he already mastered the bow, he’s been trying out the light bowgun for something different)

Desmond: Hunting Horn (Actually went for Long Sword at first but after talking to more veteran hunters, he switched to a Hunting Horn to provide support instead. Since any teams he goes with are all attackers, he figured providing them with support would be better than being an attacker as well. It’s because he’s a support hunter that a lot of hunters want to team up with him, making him regularly go on the field… and be Altaïr’s mat farmer)

Edward: Dual Blades (He was used to dual wielding and dual blades in this world were even lighter than his own. He does miss his pistols though. Usually hunts with Ratonhnhaké:ton but also sometimes hunt with the Frye twins and Arno whenever they can’t get Desmond to come with them)

Arno: Heavy Bowgun (He gravitated towards Jacob and Evie early on, saw that they tend to get too focused when they’re in combat and went for a long range weapon that can be used as support to keep an eye on the entire battlefield. He has a lot of healing bullets. He’s also Altaïr’s number one customer because Altaïr crafts bullets for him on a discounted price. In exchange, he and his team usually gets roped into helping Desmond farm mats for Altaïr whenever Desmond’s usual team is busy)

Jacob: Switch Axe (switching looked cool so he tried it out. He and Evie realized they both picked weapon that could switch forms and they’re too stubborn to change now because it felt like a defeat on whoever would switch first. He does enjoy switching midcombo a lot)

Evie: Charge Blade (She liked how it could be a sword and shield or an axe. She mostly stay in sword and axe form and only changes to the axe form when it’s charged up and she sees an opening)

Bayek: Sword and Shield (he knew how to use both and he’s pretty much an all rounder who plays more of a supporting sub-dps role to the hard hitters, sometimes even getting aggro so the others could fall back. Always a reliable person to have in a hunting party.)

[xreader-obsessions]

Summary: The story of how you find out your best friend is an assassin. Jacob Frye x Reader Part 1 Part 2

Finding out that Jacob was involved in a fighting ring just made you more curious about your friend and who he was. Based on his skill in fighting and the money he made off of it, you wondered if it was his full time job.

Come to think of it, you met his twin sister before, who you got alone wonderfully with, but no one else from his family. And evertime you offered to visit, he always canceled so you never got to know where he lived. You never pushed too hard for answers to respect his boundaries, but your curiosity was starting to drive you mad.

Your determination and confusion was only fuled when you found a mysterious letter on your doorstep one morning.

"You've never seen the real Jacob Frye. If you truly wish to know who he is, you must see him in the town. Go to the alley between the housing and factory on Jackson street at 8:00 pm if you want to see his true colors."

A carriage waited for you on the main street outside of your house hidden away from curious eyes. Then when you felt it was time, you made your way behind the industrial building. It was the loud shady area of town that you last visited with Jacob. This place was dirty, loud and frightening. Dark shadows fell on every corner and the deafening clanking sounds from the working factory kept you on edge. Maybe that was why you paid no attention to the first figure that scrambled and stumbled into the alley ahead of you.

He was afraid and held his hands up in defense and fear. You paid him little attention until someone you knew stepped into the flickering light of the gas lamps. Jacob.

Jacob gripped the pleading man by the front of his shirt and light reflected off the brass knuckles Jacob wore as he raised his fist to him. Logically you knew you did not have the full picture, that there must have been something else going on to justify what you were witnessing, but your heart said otherwise.

"Jacob?" You called out to him in a weak, questioning voice and hoped he did not react. You wanted it to be a case of mistaken identity, but it was not.

"(y/n)!" Jacob looked up at you in shock, his mouth was hung open and his eyes were wide. The expression immediately vanished when the man he attacked bolted down the alley. Jacob froze, unable to decide whether he should stay and face you or catch his target.

"Who sent you here?" He demanded then immediately changed the subject, "You can get in a lot of trouble for being seen here with me. Please, just leave." Worry seeped into his voice when he asked you to leave, but before you could make your decision, he himself ran off into the maze of alleyways.

Jacob avoided you for days after the incident. You patiently waited on him to feel ready to confront the topic, but your patience wore thin. This went on for three days until you became determined to see the man who wrote you the letter. His name was Maxwell Roth,the owner of one of the nearby factory districts. You recalled hearing Jacob talk about him before to Evie and from what you over heard, he was Jacob's business partner.

Maxwell Roth's office sat on the top floor of his manufacturing factory. Since you were never invited to the factory, you worried over how your unwelcomed arrival would stand with the man of questionable character. So you stood outside the carriage that was parked in the docking area of the factory. It seemed appropriate since all the carriages carrying shipments to and from this building stayed there. You took a deep breath, asked the driver to wait on you for a half hour at most and proceed towards the front door.

It was actually a sliding bay door that was as large as a wall and, thanks to the wheels that were attached to it, slid open when you pushed it. Beyond the wall was a mess of fire, smoke and sweat.

The ringing and clanging sound of iron striking iron was so loud workers had to shout to each other just to be heard. Strong men covered in sweat labored over shaping metal with heavy hammers and sparks flew at them with every hit.

Small children with soot covered faces ran around the factory floor to complete their assigned tasks. Others shoveled piles of dark coal into furnaces that belched out dark pillars of smoke. Metal rafters criss-crossed high above your head and added to the massive size of the building. The ceiling and rafters were so high above your head, you had to look up to even notice them.

You wandered up a set of narrow, but massively tall stairs that ran along the front of the left wall. They lead up to a small looking office that had windows covering the upper half of every wall so the manager could always keep an eye on his workers. Even though it seemed impossible for anyone to notice you among the chaos of the floor, you quickly ascended the stairs and was spotted.

The boss resided in the office, sitting behind a large desk with a smug smile as he waited on you to enter the room. He obviously knew you were coming after all.

"Mr. Roth" you politely greeted from the doorway before stepping in, "I came here regarding the letter you sent me a few days ago. I did not expect you to manage your workers so poorly."

He stood and chuckled at your naive expectations and your guts for having your opening statement be so rude and rejecting. His lack of communication angered you and you chose to speak for him in an attempt to get him to talk.

"Jacob. He works against you doesn't he?" You questioned bluntly after piecing everything together. Maybe Jacob worked with this man at one point in time, but there was no way he would tolerate this type of business.

"Yes he does. He attacks my industry, kills my best men. All to sabotage our work. "

"Based off what I've seen here. It seems he's doing the right thing. You make children slaves, create deadly work spaces for your people and ignore their needs and further the poverty in this town. You need to be stopped."

"I work against Starrick just like him. We should be partners!" He objected, "but simple people like you and that rat don't seem to understand that. Besides, if Jacob was doing such good work, why would he hide it? We all know he doesn't want you or anyone to know about his work. I must say he's done quite well at keeping the two separate. You're the only person he knows that I've been able to track down after all. Besides his sister."

"That's why you sent me the letter? To expose him and have me betray him? To make me believe he is as evil as you?"

"Oh, I had more in mind than just that." He said with a smile as he drummed his fingers along the desk. "It lured you out of his safety, which is more than I could have asked for." Alarm bells went off in your head as you realized this whole conversation was made to stall and distract you. By the time you turned around there was already a large figure blocking the doorway.

He reached for your arm, but you quickly moved it away and punched the hulking man right in the throat. Out of breath and confused by the sudden turn of events, he became an easy guard to slip past.

Your dress was restrictive enough to slow you down as you raced to the carriage, but not enough to let you get caught. Due to the extra fabric that fell in front of your feet, it was also very easy to trip on if you miss stepped as you weaved your way through the active working floor.

Thankfully, your driver was alert and sped off the moment you were in the carriage. The momentum caused you to fall in your seat and everything jostled from side to side. You were successfully out pacing the goons when your driver was attacked. He fell off the stand and tumbled down the road as the horses charged on from fear. The carriage was now out of control.

Immediately you leaned out of the carriage and gripped the ledge that was above the door way and found footholds along the bottom of it. While gripping onto the jerking vehicle with every ounce of strength you had, you shimmied along the carriage till you were up front. You refused to look down while moving, for the blurring ground was only a reminder of how fast you were moving and even though it was not at the speed of a train, it was terrifying.

You placed yourself behind the reigns and pulled on them while talking softly to the animals. They slowed but were still panicked and uncontrollable as they whined and pulled from the direction you guided them in. Soon, they calmed down with the help of your soft voice, and once you regained control, you pulled the whole carriage around towards the fight.

You placed the carriage protectively in front of your driver and jumped down from the bench. His leg was wounded, and his body was bruised from the fall. Scratches lined the sides of his arms, and blood ran down them as he used them to protect himself. Slinging his arm around your neck, you helped him into the carriage as your enemies surged forward.

You jumped back into your carriage before the enemy could grab you and sped down the road once again. It still felt impossible for you to have full control over the carriage's movements and you had to remind yourself that you were controlling animals, not a machine. It was overwhelming with the wind in your face and sounds you could not tune out.

You swerved as a carriage collided with the back side of your own. You struggled to keep straight and avoid hitting pedestrians while you were pushed further and further towards the building walls along the right edge of the road. At this point, it was almost too late to fight back since there was no wiggle room, but you tried.

You pulled your reigns harshly to the left, the horses whined in surprise and your carriage jerked left with enough force to move your opponent. Then you repeated your actions without giving them time to recover, causing a wheel to break under the stress and immobilizing the enemy vehicle. The victory was short lived as two other carriages replaced the decommissioned one.

Since they could easily wedge you between each other and make sandwich you, you decided to run. The horses darted forward at your command and kept a fast pace. You locked your eyes on the road ahead and refused to look back as the thugs gloating and yells plagued you. They were closing in, and it was a reality you did not want to witness until you heard a figure fall onto your carriage's roof.

You did your best to steady your breath and remain calm as the hijacker only came closer to you. The fear only increased as he sat next to you and revealed himself to be your missing friend. You were not ready to face him after everything you just learned, and the anger etched in his handsome features was not helping ease your worry.

He seemed to take his anger out on his environment. He took the reigns from you and slammed the side of your carriage into one of the enemy's until they were driven off the road. Then, you heard the sound of gunshots and instinctively bowed your head. Jacob did not though. He went rigid then looked over his shoulder to see where they were coming from.

He studied the figures behind him, then spotted a passenger on the last carriage that was running them down. He threw the reigns back into your hands, giving you control over the carriage once again, and order you to steady it along the other.

Without question you did as he asked as he returned to the roof. With a running leap, he landed on the other cart, pulled one man from his seat to throw him to the road and stabbed the driver so he too fell. The carriage began to swerve now under the frightened horses' control. Instead of taking it over, he returned to the carriage you steadied, took the reigns, and sat in silence as he drove.

You had never been so afraid of the man's calm and calculated rage. He never gave you a reason to fear him before. But now that you did, tension and fright weighed down on you as you sat next to him in silence the whole ride home. You did not dare say a word as he was left quiet and stewing in his own anger. Thinking over everything he was going to say to you the whole ride. He felt his anger and frustration keep building onto itself until you arrived at the train hideout where he would let loose.

"I told you!" Jacob cut himself off feeling overcome with anger, "I told you to leave this alone."

"Don't you dare blame this on me," you shot back with just as much venom in your voice, "The only reason I was even there tonight was because you just left and it worried me," your words quieted Jacob's anger as he absorbed the meaning of your words. "I was looking for some type of rational explanation for what I saw you do in that alley. So sorry if my actions seemed a little rash, but at least he was offering to help."

"Help? You didn't even know who he really was!" You fell silent, feeling hurt by him calling you ignorant. "You just looked for your answers, not caring who you were trusting to get them."

"What's going on over here?" Evie questioned as she entered the train car. You took her distracting entrance as an opportunity to wipe tears from your eyes and calm your beating heart.

"She knows." Jacob replied simply with annoyance lining his voice.

"About what?"

"About us...Evie. This whole thing. Roth told her everything."

"Technically, I don't know everything. Just that you've been killing blighters and other men." You stated then whisper to the side, "which I am not entirely against since they're mad men."

Evie just shook her head in sane disappointment and gestured for you to sit down by pointing to a booth seat. You listened, arms still crossed and your body still tense. You glared at Jacob like a pouty child. Maybe you would feel ashamed if he was not doing the same thing to you.

"Both of you need to stop your bickering first off and figure out what really happened." Jacob attempted to cut off his sister but was quickly shut down, "Why don't you start (y/n). Seeing Jacob here cannot hold his tongue."

"Well, Evie. I started getting mysterious letters that I now know were from Maxwell Roth. I knew I should have ignored them, but they promised me answers to things about you and Jacob I had to know....then one came with an address on it."

"So you just start trusting to meet any stranger on the street?"

"Jacob!" Evie barked at him sharply, causing the young man to pull back. Evie then changed her tone to address you, "Roth manipulated you then. Used your curiosity against you?"

"Yes," you admitted in shame, "I came across Jacob fighting men in an alley. I left before I saw too much and didn't want to believe what I saw. I knew there was more to the situation, but Jacob disappeared on me. And Roth promised to tell me what happened that night, and I was desperate to clear his name." Jacob's eyes shot up towards you in surprise, and his guard lowered. Not many people gave a ruff looking man like him a second chance.

"He wanted to meet me at his factory today. So I went. He told me Jacob was killing his 'innocent' workers and tried to turn me on him. When I wouldn't, he sent men to kidnap me or worse. I ran, then Jacob appeared and....saved me."

"And Jacob, what did you see?" Evie asked.

"I saw her at the factory grounds. Getting into a fight she didn't belong in just because she was curious and too trusting." Anger still resonated in his voice and his arms tensed as he clenched his fists. "I saw her commandeer a run away carriage with men chasing after her."

"So you're upset at him for ignoring you and you're upset at her for being in danger. But it seems to me if you were honest to her, she wouldn't be in danger." An odd sense of pride washed over you as she supported your side of the story, "but (y/n) you shouldn't have been so foolish to fall for this trap."

"It's not like I knew I was getting into something this risky." You fought back. Jacob stood to his feet and paced as he mumbled curses, annoyed by your insolence.

"I'll tell you everything. Jacob and even I are a part of a clandestine organization. We're assassins. Our purpose is to restore peace, order, and freedom to this city's people. We are working with the Rooks and other officials and our work has changed this place more than you know."

"So you kill bad people in order to help change the oppressive hold or influence corrupt people might have on the city?"

"Yes. And the man you met tonight, Maxwell is an ex-Templar and one of our main enemies."

"He mentioned someone named Starrick. Said you both worked against him. Is he a Templar as well?"

"Yes. We can go over more in the morning if you want to stay the night."

"I'll make sure the Rooks know she's on our side," Jacob stated before quickly leaving the train car and entering the next one.

Evie was much more caring about being a good host to you. She grabbed extra blankets and a pillow from compartments that were hidden through the train and made a temporary bed for you on one of the plush train seats. She also gave you a tour and showed you where to grab some food if you got hungry. She also advised you on which cars to avoid, as they were used as bedrooms for herself and one for her brother.

The train felt endless as you walked from car to car, making you realize the scale at which the two assassins are working at to own so much. To put it simply, they were rich and earned that money through their grim deeds.

You decided to turn in early for the night, your mind swimming in new information that maybe you would be better prepared to understand in the morning.

[torntruth]

while evie is coming to terms that she has a preference in the beauty of women, she already understood with utter clarity that she can only be attracted to people that are not conventional. there are so many obvious reasons why henry was the very slight attraction before kassandra came along. henry could have been someone she easily could have lived with, but kassandra is someone she is completely attracted to, even for someone who is very rarely aroused, horny, or sexual. there is a passion she has with kassandra that she will never share with anyone else. all of what kassandra listed herself are the reasons.

the sun is slowly settting, giving way for the unconventional party they're attending. street lamps are being lit, the air is getting chillier. the yellow-orange of the sun glows along the cobblestone, disappearing behind the treeline of the outskirts of the city they're approaching. evie frye could almost feel bad for not hearing of any of this earlier, but she can easily assume kassandra didn't mention it because it was simply just not brought up. she would also like to assume that she knows kassandra enough that it was never an attempt to hide anything big, but simply a habit of years of being alone. either way, that is never a hint of jealousy, it merely evie wanting to be the wife she asked to be. loving, above all else.

evie shifts the reigns to one hand. a careful, yet organized movement in which the horses stay on path quite easily. she just finds kassandra's thigh and rests the back of her gloved hand on the woman's trousers. for kassandra to take, of course.

" i am merely only curious. i'm quite sure that i would do absolutely crazy things to make sure i stay your wife. society can be damned, but as much as the brotherhood gives me a purpose and excitement, family comes first. i would forsake the brotherhood without a thought if it ever came between you and i, or jacob and i. "

There was something utterly charming in that neither of them was conventional. Even if she were a mortal, Kassandra had always been a cut a bit different. She bent the rules of society, and she stood out. A tall woman even in her era, a giant among men. She forsook what society expected of a woman her age and did as she pleased. After all, she came from a line of strong-willed women. Her mater, Myrrine, and Queen Gorgo before her. And then there was Evie, in a society of big dresses and feminine society expected to be quiet and demure. And she is none of these things. Dresses were something she avoided, she isn't afraid to speak her mind, not even to the queen. It is something Kassandra admired a lot about her.

Kassandra sat beside Evie on the carriage, feeling a bit better about this trip compared to times past. She's getting better at the carriage rides, she swears. Especially if she gets to sit on top of the carriage and not inside of it. Besides, despite the rampant crawl of industrialism in the city, she still enjoyed the open air.

She listens intently, head canting to the side a bit as Evie admits that something has been heavy on her mind. And for a moment she is quiet, thoughtful. "I suppose I do make a handsome man, don't I?" A simple means of breaking the heaviness of such a question. "Things were a bit different in my time. We didn't see it as a bad thing, inherently. It was far more open. We had Sappho writing the most beautiful poetry to the women she loved. Men, soldiers, were often encouraged to take lovers with one another because it strengthened their bonds. It wasn't quite the same with women, but it wasn't exactly taboo either. We just couldn't marry because continuing lineages was important. My family line continued past me, but that relationship didn't last," she pauses, struggling with the next part, "the father was killed and my son was sent to live with his grandfather to keep him safe. But I found love after that with a woman named Roxana of Hydrea. A woman I found to be my equal on a battlefield. We were meant to kill one another at the end of a tournament. We laid down our arms instead. And we married, it wasn't recognized, but Barnabas, who was like a father to me officiated things for us. It was recognized by us and everyone on the ship. That was what mattered."

She glanced down at her hands. "You're the only other woman I've married. It was the same kind of ceremony. Because I view you as my equal. Society has become less accepting in time, but you've accepted yourself and us. For now, that's what matters more." Placing her hand against the back of Evie's head, she smiles. "I love you, Evie. Damn what society thinks."

[erismerald]

𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 (Jacob Frye x reader) 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1

Hello, my lovely assassins, I've been away from writing for a while but I'm back! And I bring you a story of our beloved assassin Jacob Frye X F!reader, I don't know yet how many chapters this story will have but I hope you like it and have fun with it, I just want to remind you that I am open to requests if you want to send me a message!

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Some fluff and Near Rape

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 3306

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

You just got off the plane, you look around you, a feeling of excitement and euphoria fills your chest in a comfortable warmth, your gaze fixed on the incredible sight you had, you are amazed, it was your first time in London, and since you were a little girl you wanted to visit that wonderful city, You listened to the bedtime stories your grandmother told you, about the city, about what happened before it became as free a city as it is now, since you were 5 years old you have tried countless times to convince her to come with you to London, it was just you two against the world, she raised you in place of your parents, since they never cared much for you and your well being, and now you had just turned 18, and on this school trip you finally have the chance to make your greatest wish come true, you were so excited that it was hard to breathe, until you felt a hand lightly resting on your shoulder, it was your best friend F/n, she was looking at you with a huge smile, she knew how much you had asked your nanny to allow you to make this trip, In fact, you smiled as you remembered the conversation you had with her:

𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌

"Ahm nanny, can I talk to you? "You said leaning against the frame of the glass door of the living room, the atmosphere around you, was nostalgic, you loved the rain and the cold, your grandmother was sitting in a small brown armchair, old with time, in front of the big fireplace, the glass roof that both of you had built some summers ago allowed you to see the rain falling, even during the night, it was really calming, in her fragile hands was a book, you knew that book well "Ah that book ...." You approached slowly, and like a child you sat on the carpet looking at your grandmother with a gentle but mysterious smile.

"I know that look my dear, do you want to tell me something?" she asked already knowing what your look meant, you sighed through your nose and gave her permission for the trip "Y/n...." she said with a sweet smile, but before she could say something disapproving, you interrupted by putting both your hands on her lap on top of the book.

"Nanny you have told me so many stories about that city, why don't you let me explore, I.... I have saved enough money to be able to afford the trip, besides F/n will be there with me, can I go? I promise to draw everything I see, to show you nanny, but I want to find out who I am, so far I don't know where I belong..." you said sadly, it was true, you had a family legacy that tormented you for nights on end, your grandmother said it was a brotherhood that helped people but in your view they stole people's lives, to protect? It wasn't right, and you never accepted it, and preferred to believe it was just another bedtime story made up by your grandmother to make you a stronger person.

"Y/n... I wouldn't deny it dear, I encourage you to go, I'm too old to keep you here, besides it's only a month, what could go wrong? I just want you to be careful, and not to be fooled by anyone, and take this" she got up from the chair and walked to a wooden box hidden in the shelf, from there she took out a necklace, made with a coin? "This necklace belonged to a very important person, one that you know and that will make you know a better world and discover who you finally are" she gave you the necklace with a smile and let you enjoy it on your fingers.

"Who did it belong to?" you asked, curious about the small necklace that had been handed to you.

"Jacob Frye. That necklace belonged to Jacob" She said would be, but confident, you laughed a little, she looked at you confused.

"Nanny, you know I don't believe in bedtime stories anymore, Jacob Frye and Evie Frye are just characters in your stories, that you told me to put me to sleep, but they didn't exist but thank you for giving it to me, I will wear it proudly, even if it didn't belong to Jacob, it belonged to you and that's worth a lot, and Thank you for letting me go, I'll be eternally grateful," You said kissing her hand and smiling at her "Well now, how about I make you some tea and you read me some of your book of tales, remind me who was who?" she laughed and nodded, watching you disappear into the darkness that surrounded you.

𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌

"So excited huh?" she smiled and put her arm over your shoulder, as you laughed a little, it was a strange but warm feeling that you were in a place you had dreamed of so much.

"Of course, I am, you've seen the atmosphere! Can you imagine the adventures we'll have in a month here? I'm so excited I can feel my body energetic, I want to know, I want to visit, being here is just a demonstration that my journey to find out who I am, is going to go well!" you said excitedly as you picked up your bag and moved it to your classmates.

"I like seeing you like this, ever since you found out you were coming here, you've talked about nothing else" she laughed, you smiled shyly, grabbing the necklace your grandmother had given you before you left

"Where does that necklace come from anyway? Did your grandmother explain it to you?" F/n asked as she sat in front of you waiting for the teachers and the rest of the class to arrive.

"Well, she told me it would be useful to me in my future, I didn't quite understand, she said it belonged to one of the Frye twins, the ones she tells in the bedtime stories when we were little" you explained watching and twirling the pendant chained around your neck.

F/n smiled and thought for a moment before speaking, she seemed amused in her own thoughts, it was funny to see her like that you thought to yourself as you heard the teachers calling you to go to the bus.

"Do you think it could be true?" She asked getting up, and following the others, you stopped for a small moment, looked at the necklace, and smiled, Nah... it couldn't be true, could it? Since you were little you knew the story of the Frye brothers, their fight to save London from corruption, their adventures, your nanny loved to tell you those stories when you were younger, when she left the room you stayed awake for hours looking at the stars in the sky, closing your eyes and trying to feel the emotion they had, they were your heroes, you always admired them, but they were just bedtime stories, right? it couldn't be true, maybe your grandmother just said that to remind you of old times? You shake your head and go on your way.

*Time skip*

When you arrived at the hotel you were informed that you were going to make a night tour of the streets of London, you couldn't be more excited, you looked at F/n and she noticed your look immediately.

"I know that look," she said a bit teasingly "tell me what do you want to go and see?" you grabbed her hand and stormed out of the room "ahm calm down young lady, you are going to rip my arm off" you laughed a bit as you got into the elevator.

"You know I'd like to go see Big Ben at night and walk around there, what do you think? we could have dinner nearby, I want to draw the streets at night, to show my grandmother" you answered, going through the small backpack you had, confirming that you had everything there, pencils... sketchbook... wallet... watercolors... phone... you got scared when you heard F/n calling you, you were too lost in your thoughts.

"Hello? land call Y/n I've been calling you for 5 minutes" she looked at you with an amused smile on her face, you looked forward and finally noticed that you had arrived embarrassed, you looked to the side and smiled trying to disguise it "Come on let's go I'm hungry" she pulled you out of the hotel while signaling for a taxi.

As you walked through the streets of London, you imagined what it must have been like in 1850, you were always connected to history and literature, you loved to draw and your grandmother always fascinated you with her stories and her adventures here in London, it was here that she had met your grandfather, would the future also await you with unexpected adventures and romances?

*A few hours later

You were in a cafe near the big ban drawing the environment around you, in a way it seemed magical, it seemed that it wasn't real, you sighed happily while you put back the watercolors and your notebook in your bag, you looked at F/n and a group of friends that were with you.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back!" you said, getting up and picking up your backpack, heading for the cafe's bathroom.

"Okay, try not to take too long, we'll be going to the hotel soon" F/n warned you as you walked away.

The bathroom was very rustic, it looked like it was from 1880, that was an interesting thing, when you finished doing what you had to do, you went to the small sink and looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair was tied up in a clumsy bun, and your eyes were more sparkling than usual, a small shade of pink adorned your face, you felt free, inspired, you were ready to have this adventure.

you made a little shell with your hand and took some water on your face to refresh it, when you looked in the mirror you saw a shadow behind you and the light had failed for a few seconds, suddenly you looked back afraid, but... there was no one there, could you have imagined it? Were you so tired that you imagined someone behind you? You took a deep breath, picked up your backpack and headed back to your friends' side, but something unexpected happened, when you left the cafe the atmosphere had changed, it didn't even look like the same cafe you had visited, the people were dressed in an old way, they spoke old English, what had happened? You felt fear invading your mind a little, still quite confused, you approached the bartender in an attempt to get an answer, but he seemed a little surprised to see you, he looked at you from top to bottom, with a disapproving look.

"ahm sorry, but what happened to the cafe? And did you happen to see a group of students on the outside terrace, do you know where they went?" He looked perplexed by what you had said.

"I'm sorry miss but, who are you? and what are those clothes you are wearing? And the student girl? I don't know where you come from but I don't want prostitutes or liars in my pub, if you can get out of here, I would appreciate it" you looked at him outraged, what does he meant by a prostitute? Clothes? Ahm you were really lost, but you respected the gentleman's answer and left, when you left you got an even bigger shock, the environment had changed, there were no cafes, the streets were badly illuminated, the people dressed differently, feeling a wave of fear invading your body you started to run like crazy, looking for someone who could help you, after many panicky minutes and without getting any answer you just sat down in an alley and started to cry, where are you? How could you have stopped there? Not even 10 minutes ago you were with your friends, and now you were alone.

You felt the raindrops wet your body and taking advantage that the rain disguised your tears, you hugged your body and tried to breathe, doubts and fears went through your subconscious until you heard the footsteps of someone approaching you, a feeling of hope invaded you but was soon replaced by fear.

"Hey there doll, want some company for tonight?" a man in his forties approached you, and crouched down beside you, he looked you up and down and examined your body, you tried to get up but he pulled you down and pinned you against the wall.

"You look strange, you don't look like you're from here... but I don't care, you'll do for tonight," he said trying to remove your clothes, you screamed and cried, while that pig undressed you and pinned you to the cold wall, the memories of your grandmother, your friends passed in your eyes while you felt your body being abused, you wanted to escape, you wanted to go home, you weren't ready for this... you should never have come .... out of nowhere you felt his body leave yours, he had fallen unconscious on the floor, you looked forward and saw another man, this one looked to be in his early 20's, his costume was different more hidden, he looked at you and helped you to pull yourself together, when you finally finished you looked up at him, his almond colored eyes bewitched you, he put his thumb on your face wiping the tears that were falling.

"I... I don't know... help me..." You fell to your knees on the ground but your body was held by the mysterious man who had saved your life, you felt safe and somehow protected in his embrace, but you weren't strong enough not to cry once again.

"Shhh love, it's ok" he hugged you tightly and pulled you closer to him "You look a little heated, do you have somewhere to stay?" His voice was husky but mesmerizing, but you couldn't answer as you had collapsed in his arms passed out, the fear, the cold, the pain had overcome the last thing you heard was him asking your name.

𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒃 𝒑𝒐𝒗

With a sigh the assassin took your face lightly, noting every feature of your face, his eyes slid down your body, it was true what he had heard, the rumors that there was a strange traveler roaming the streets was true, but your clothes looked nothing like what he had seen so far.

The rain fell on your bodies, he was afraid you would get sick, even though he didn't know you he couldn't leave you on the street after what had happened, in one movement he gently picked up your body and took your backpack, and went towards the streets calling for a carriage to take you to the station to take refuge on the train, and take care of you.

Getting into the carriage slowly, so you wouldn't be woken up, not that it would be possible to wake you up because you were fainting from exhaustion, but to prevent it, Jacob put your body on top of his, and with his coat wrapped around you, to warm you up.

"Evie will freak when she sees me... what the-" Jacob stopped his words as his gaze was drawn to the necklace that adorned your neck "How come she has this?" he said holding the necklace in his fingers and looking intensely at you "You really are an unexpected traveler."

The streets of London were bustling, the fight against Crawford Starrick, had not been won yet and there was still a long way to go, but still the streets of London was mesmerizing and agitated, the rain was a strange charm of the city, Jacob knew the streets well, he spent most of his time on the streets freeing people from the clutches of the templar.

But he was curious about this strange traveler, during the early evening some Rooks had told him about this mysterious girl who desperately asked crazy questions to people, some even theorized that she had escaped from some asylum, but Jacob had to see with his own eyes this strange girl who had stopped the city with her unusual appearance.

When he arrived at the station, he saw Grennie carrying some boxes of groceries into the train, and when he approached him with a girl in his arms, Henry ran to meet him helping him out.

"What the hell have you been doing now Jacob? Who this girl?" Henry placed his palm over her face, the heavy breathing and the heat she was eradicating were just signs of a strong fever "This girl is burning up we need to get her to a doctor" He said trying to pick up your body but Jacob refused.

"I am sorry my dear Grennie but unfortunately we can't take her to a doctor, she isn't from around here... I found her because of rumors of a strange traveler in town, but I didn't believe it until I saw her lying on the ground with a Blighter on top of her undressing her, the poor thing was terrified, I couldn't leave her there, but look at the way she looks" Jacob removed his coat a little from over you revealing the clothes your real look. "I don't know where she is from but inside her bag, there is some evidence that she isn't from here, I think it might be useful to us, on our mission... just..." Jacob looked at grennie's face with an abandoned puppy dog look.

"I...I don't know Jacob, Miss Evie will freak out about it, but since she might be useful, we can try to wait until she wakes up so we can ask her who she is" Jacob smiled at the answer, Henry opened the door to Jacob's wagon and helped him lay your body down on the small couch, where Jacob use for sleeping.

"Jacob I just got some news... What is going on here?" Evie said abruptly entering the "room" she looked at Jacob with a disapproving look, she walked over to your body examining you, you are burning up with fever.

"She was helpless with a Blighter on top of her doing God knows what, I wasn't going to leave her there alone, besides she's sick, I felt obligated to bring her here, besides Evie.... She is the girl of the rumors, if what they say is really true that she is not from here, she can be useful to us in this fight." Evie stood up and faced Jacob, she knew he was right but she didn't want to admit it, she knew well that her brother sometimes acted before he thought but at this moment he had the right thing to do.

"We'll take care of her until she recovers and we can get answers from her, we won't leave her on the streets, it's really dangerous, but try to consult me before you bring anyone else here, remember that we have a mission to accomplish, and "personal feelings, can compromise the mission" ". Evie said stroking your hair, "Now both of you get out of here, we can't let her sleep in her wet clothes or she'll get even sicker, and Mrs. Green can call a private doctor to come here to examine her?" Evie smiled sweetly in Henry's direction, who replied just as sweetly, walking off with Jacob, leaving you and Evie alone.

[jurakan]

Would you happen to have any fun facts related to musical composers or the Victorian Era? If not, then hit me up with whatever you have handy!

I am sorry to report that I know very little about Victorian music and composers so I have absolutely nothing on that front. The closest I've got is that the vocals on this rendition of the series theme from the soundtrack of Assassin's Creed: Syndicate (set in the Victorian Era) are done by Victoria Atkin, who voices Evie Frye, one of the two playable Assassins in the game.

[snaps fingers]

WAIT FRIEND from the earlier post I was thinking of hoaxes and I wonder, have you ever heard of the baby dragon in the jar?

Yeah so a few years ago, this was a thing that made headlines in the UK. A man supposedly found this in a garage with a note and a date, and began asking museum officials and the like to investigate it, to see if they could find its origin or what to do with it. They wanted to say it was a hoax, but it looked very real. And you know what? This was actually featured on a History Channel Documentary about dragons (NO, not that one from Discovery/Animal Planet that Google always thinks I'm talking about)--it's in the last few minutes of the show.

So spoiler alert: no, it's not real. The man who "found" it was Allistair Mitchell, an author who had just written a book (Unearthly History, if you're curious) and wanted to create a viral marketing campaign to convince a publisher to buy it, so he commissioned it to be made by some special effects blokes. It got some press so it kind of worked, but practically no one I know these days have heard of the dragon in the jar or the book, so... meh.

[maddiethecanadianassassin]

Modern day assassin creed coffee shop AU? Where they all work in the same coffee shop. Plz include Bayek

CreedBucks Coffee Shop AU

#1: One Latte Please

Bayek pays a visit to the newly opened CreedBucks coffee shop in town and feels a little anxious about his coffee order.

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The bell chimed as the front door swung open and Bayek was greeted with the powerful whisk of coffee beans. The new coffee shop was vibrant with customers and he was eager to get a taste. Both he and Aya have had a rough couple of days tending to Khemu who was experiencing his terrible twos, as was described to him, having been up to almost 4:00am to calm the poor baby boy down, so he thought he and his wife deserved a treat.

He waited patiently in line as the cashier took each new order and was curious to see the other barista's repeating the order back. He suppose that was one way of remembering the specifications, but wondered if it ever got tiring?

The woman in front of him ordered before moving aside and finally it was his turn and was surprised to see a familiar face at the register. Her adorable freckles and neatly braided raven black hair caught his eye before her British accent rang through his ear, "Welcome to CreedBucks, how may I-- Bayek!"

"Miss Frye, I didn't know you were working here!" Bayek greeted with a wide smile.

"I just started yesterday," Evie nodded eagerly. "It's certainly different from the more quieter cafes I'm used to. Has Jacob been behaving himself with his tutoring?"

"He's been doing very well, one my brightest in fact," Bayek laughed at the idea of a non-rebellious Jacob Frye before returning his thoughts to the present. "It's my own son I'm worried about,"

"How is Khemu?" she asked sincerely. "Is Aya managing alright?"

"Khemu is doing what every 2 year old does best," Bayek admitted with a sigh, but there was no dread in it as he glanced towards the menu. "I figured we could use a break,"

"Well, what can I get you then?" Evie asked.

"I'll have a double short, low fat, no foam latte for my wife--" Bayek began as his eyes breezed through the many customization options.

"Got'cha, hey, Elise," Evie turned back to glance over at a beautiful red head with piercing green eyes. "double short, low fat, no foam latte!"

"No problem, double short, low fat, no foam latte," Elise recited as she began prepping the cup before glancing over at another barista. "Aveline?"

"Low short, low fat, double foam latte, coming up!" Aveline chanted as she reached for the cup from Elise.

Bayek could already feel himself going crazy as he shook his head, checking his ears if he heard them correctly. "Apologies, Evie, I think there was a mix of confusion in there. . ."

"Girls, can you repeat the order?" Evie requested loudly.

"Double short, low fat, low foam latte!"

"Double short, non fat, no foam latte!"

"Did we get it right?" Evie asked.

"Sort of, it's kind of all blending together," Bayek scratched his head as he himself tried to recite the order quietly to himself. It was like numbers were floating around his head.

"Aveline is about to switch on the steam wand, you can review it with her," Evie motioned Bayek to step aside towards the machine side of the counter.

The New Orleans native stood at attention, her long braids at her back. "Yes, Mr. Bayek?"

"Okay, I'm pretty sure it's a double short, low fat, no foam latte," Bayek instructed carefully, making sure each step was spoke acute and to the point of accuracy.

Bayek's eyes shot wide when instead of repeating what he had just said, Aveline switched on the wand with a snarky grin on her face. Bayek listened as the machine created a whirlpool with the milk, combining the ingredients.

When it was finished, Aveline prepared the cup and extended it towards Bayek. "Double short, low fat, no foam latte?"

Bayek took the cup in his hand and snuck in a quick sip. The flavour exploded in his mouth as he looked back at the barista in shock. "My gods, that's good coffee,"

"Just making sure your listening ears are in check," Aveline giggled as she pointed a lecturing finger at him. "We don't want you passing out now, do we? The circles under your eyes,"

"I appreciate the thought, thank you," Bayek breathed a heavy sigh of relief, glad that his hearing wasn't failing him after all.

A rattling paper back caught his ear as Elise appeared to the side, extending him a small to go bag. "A treat for the little one, on the house,"

"Now what can we get you, Bayek?" Evie smiled softly from the register.

The bell chimed once more as a pair walked in, a woman and a toddler, holding onto his mother's hand tightly as he looked around with wide eyes before spying a familiar face. "Baba!"

Bayek's smile brightened, chuckling before he glanced back at the trio of barista's, "Surprise me,"

[warpaiint]

Evie's foot bounced slightly in the air, as she folded her hands over her lap. "Uh oh," Evie teased back as she raised a brow. His next thought made her eyes widen. "Jacob Frye, do we even have time for that? And what would you do with it?" The idea of having a pub or brewery seemed like a huge exploit, one that she knew she could not maintain with her current requirements on her shoulders. With his gang, though, she knew he had plenty of options there.

"Your thoughts always lead to ideas, which leads to plans. You already thought up some names, didn't you?" She asked. While she teased her brother, she was curious a little about what his plan was. Honestly, he was establishing himself so well in London. While she had thought the gang plan was a bit of a reach he had made it work. The rooks were loyal to him, and she had no desire to take that from him. He was making the gang worthwhile, protecting the people on the streets, and keeping the peace. Even Freddy had noticed crime decreasing from the extra forces Jacob brought. She had never mentioned it, but she was proud of his work here.

        𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬, but others might say he learned a thing or two in all the times he spent in pubs, drinking the night away. 

        ❝ I was thinking, ❞ he starts, an amused grin crossed his lips as he lowered his head. He stared into his alcohol-coffee concoction; he watched as the liquid swirled as he moved the cup around in his hands. He stretched his legs out on the couch. ❝ Maybe we can set up a brewery? Or a pub of our own? We already have the employees for it. ❞ He grinned up at her. Well, specifically, Jacob had the means to find employees. He was sure a few of his Rooks would be willing, or at least, knew someone who would prefer to work in a pub as opposed to a factory. ❝ Just a thought, Eves. Just a thought. ❞ But as he said it in all of his innocent charms, it was clear that this thought was only the beginning of one of his schemes.

[sp00kworm]

I dunno if you're still taking asks but I'd love to have an assassins creed where they're studying where there next mission will be taking them when their s/o surprise kisses either Jacob Frye, Connor Kenway, or Ezio Auditore who's just feeling affectionate once they notice how concentrated they look. 🍪

Pairings: Female Reader x Ezio Auditore, Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton, Jacob Frye

A/N: I did all three because these are all my fave boys and I felt bad omitting any of them. 

Requests are open!

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Surprise Kisses 

Ezio Auditore:

 Ezio had a habit of staying up later and later when missions drew close. It was the peak of the summer, the burning heat of the Italian countryside was something to be admired, and it was even hotter beneath the amounts of skirts and silk you, and the rest of the Auditore women wore. Ezio never seemed to complain about taking it off, however. Despite the heat, you’d been enjoying a leisurely walk out in the sunshine, returning to a coffee on the porch with Claudia before she had sighed and expressed her distaste for her brother’s indoor behaviours.

“I swear! He hasn’t moved since breakfast! It is almost noon. He will go pale staying indoors so much!” She hissed before sipping a bitter shot of coffee, her nose scrunching before she hummed and stole the sugar away from your side of the table, “Perhaps you can drag his attention away from those maps, hm?” She teased with a white, vicious smile, “He likes female distractions above all.”

“Sometimes I think your wit goes unnoticed Claudia.” You teased as you finished your own coffee and gathered your skirts, heading back towards the glass doors, “I’ll go and drag him away from work.” You promised with a smile as you sighed in relief at the cool insides of the stone mansion.

 Your shoes clicked as you headed towards the office where Ezio was working. You knocked softly on the door and opened the heavy wood with a curious look inside. Ezio didn’t seem to hear you knock, sketching and writing across a blueprint layout of a very large looking basilica. You smiled as you walked up behind him. The assassin whipped around with a start, ponytail swaying as he turned to face you and sighed in relief.

“Tesoro, you scared me.” He sighed and shook his head before leaning back against the table, his hands pressed to the wood. He was dressed light, in a thin shirt, the laces undone, exposing his chest, and light trousers which were entirely too tight for his thighs, “Are you alright?” He asked as you move, putting your hands against his chest. Ezio smirked down at you, lips twisting his scar cutely. With a shake of your head you leaned up on your tiptoes and planted a soft kiss against his lips. The Italian took advantage quickly, hands wrapping around your waist, cheeky fingers curling into the meat of your backside as he deepened the kiss. You pushed him away with a raised eyebrow and tugged his hand, lips wet and puffy from the intensity.

“Come on. You’ve been inside all day. Let’s go for a walk.” You tugged his hand.

Ezio followed you with a hum, “Anything for you, Tesoro.”

 Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton:

  Connor had only just come back from a mission and already he was planning the next, locked away in the office with the estate books and maps. It wasn’t unlike Connor to be utterly engrossed in his work, but it was also usually how he ended up overworked, stressed and ill, especially now that winter was closing in. You smiled and waved to Godfrey and Terry as the two men headed back home for the night, their own working work and firewood lugging behind them in their cart. The large Shire Horse brayed grumpily through the snow as she hauled the wood back up the little hill. They patted her haughtily to get her up the hill and started unloading as you rushed through the snow with your own horse. He was upset about the weather, the blanket on his back doing little to keep him warm as you ascended the hill towards the Davenport Manor. Gently, you eased the bags of supplies and wood from his back and took him into the warm stable, brushing the snow from his back before wrapping a new blanket over him and loading the feeder with fresh hay. A hound rushed through the snow to bark at you and jumped giddily as it followed you towards the front door. Shooing it away, you closed the front door and dropped your bags heavily on the floor.

 There wasn’t a sound.

 “Connor?!” You shouted into the silent house, “Are you home?” You asked again as no one replied. It was odd. Usually there was a message for you behind the door or on the table, but there was nothing. Continuing into the house, you had a quick look in every room, that was until you heard the sound of fervent scratching from the office. With a smile and a sigh, you pushed open the door to reveal Connor, half asleep yet still working insanely hard, dark hair flopped over his cheeks, his braid resting behind his ear as he penned another number into the margin and wrote the name of the items in the caravan. He continued as you watched from the door with a smile.

“Connor?” You gently spoke as you walked towards him. He jolted when your hands rested on his shoulders, rubbing your thumbs into the tense muscles of his shoulder blades, easing the tension as he jumped and relaxed at your familiar voice. With a smile you leaned over his shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw and then his cheek.

“Sorry. I’ve been working.” He muttered as he rubbed at his eyes, smiling tensely as you dragged the book back from his hands.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed. I don’t think you’ve slept since you got back yesterday, hm?” You took his hand as you both stood up and cupped his cheeks, “And a bath while we’re both at it.” You cooed at your large assassin before kissing him again and dragging him from the office. Connor didn’t protest but followed you with a squeeze to your hand and a small smile.

 Jacob Frye:

 The train lurching left and right on the tracks wildly was making you feel extremely travel sick. For some reason, Jacob had been allowed control of the train for a while, and you hung onto your armchair for some time after, even as the train came back to normal speed and stopped slamming between rails. With a gip and a noise of utter upset, you dared to pull yourself to your feet and stood for a moment, testing the waters of the carriage’s movement. It was slow and steady, finally. You sighed as you took hold of the basket of foods and correspondence you had collected to bring back to the twins. With a heave you continued down the carriages dedicated to the rooks and headed towards where, hopefully, both twins would be waiting for you. You’d made sure to pick up the breakfast muffins they both seemed to enjoy, and even managed to get hold of new agar jelly puddings for the both of them. It was a new recipe made with fruits. Hopefully it was still cool and intact after Jacob’s vicious movement of the train earlier. With a hum you waved to a few of the Rooks lingering around and went on your way through the weapons carriage before you knocked gently on the door and waited.

 A snore was your reply.

 Rolling your eyes, you opened the door to see Jacob snoring away in his armchair, top hat over his eyes and his muddy boots thrown up on top of Evie’s expensive footstool. It was ruined in any case. With a cough, you moved your basket and let it drop on top of Jacob’s lap. “I’ve got your letters, Jacob, but I think I might keep all the muffins for myself.” You snatched one of the bready cakes from the basket and watched him sleepily look down at the covered basket, rubbing his face as he tried to come around a little bit.

“Cheers, love.” He yawned as he drew the letters from the basket and threw them onto Evie’s desk, his fingers rummaging. He came across the porcelain pots of agar jelly and gasped in victory, pulling the string tied around the cloth open before searching for a spoon.

“I’m glad you’re so interested in your work.” You teased as you tucked the letters into Evie’s ‘to read’ pile, “Its not that boring is it?”

Jacob didn’t reply, too busy spooning food into his mouth, looking intensely at the jelly.

With a laugh you moved closer and pushed the food away before kissing him soundly on the lips, “You’re an idiot, Jacob Frye, but at least you’re my idiot.”

With a blink, Jacob swallowed the jelly before grinning and offering you the spoon, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.”

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

Knowing

This is just a short something I randomly wrote up in a few hours and decided to post on a whim. It’s actually a piece that features my Syndicate OC, Magnolia (who’s heavily inspired by the first JacobxReader fic I ever wrote, for anyone who’s curious).

Also, my apologies for the slightly somber tone.

To anyone who reads this, enjoy, I guess.

(Also tagging @nemo-my-name-forevermore​, as she’s been with me through thick and thin with developing this character. Love ya! <3)

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The waters of the Thames were quiet as they lapped up against the man-made barriers that had been built to keep the river contained. Jacob Frye was leaning against a railing above it, watching as the last rays of the setting sun vanished, and the distant flickering of the lamps across the river appeared, as the lamp lighters brought them to life. The area he was in was unusually lifeless and near-silent, as only the occasional person passed by - leaving Jacob's brain as the only loud thing at present.

Normally, he'd be back at the hideout at this time. However, given how things between him and his twin sister, Evie, had been becoming only more tense lately, especially after she heard about the bus system being in shambles after he had ended the life of Pearl Attaway, he figured it'd be best to wait and return once she was sleeping. He really wasn't in the mood for another lecture that week.

"Jacob…? Is that you?" a female voice then addressed him, breaking through his thoughts. He tensed for a moment, thinking his sister had gone out of her way to track him down, but when his brain registered that the voice had a distinct transatlantic accent, he relaxed.

Turning his head, he saw that it was indeed Miss Magnolia Benson - the aspiring writer who initially regarded him as a nuisance when they first met, but had softened towards him over time. She was giving him a look of puzzlement and concern now.

Quickly hiding his own worry with a mask of nonchalance, he turned fully around, leaning back against the railing, with his elbows resting upon it. "Well, if it isn't the ever-inquisitive Miss Nolie - always sticking her nose in areas of the city she shouldn't," he smirked. "So, tell me: what's a fine lady like you doing out so late?"

"Was looking over another case with Mr. Raymond. Took much longer than expected," she explained bluntly.

Jacob's smile dropped when he heard how tired she sounded.

"Have you eaten?" he asked with slight concern.

She shook her head. "Not yet. I was just on my way home, though, so I'll eat when I get there."

Jacob also shook his head, his grin returning slightly. "Nolie, Nolie, Nolie…you can't constantly be nagging me to take care of myself, when you yourself are setting a poor example," he pretended to scold.

She shrugged, smiling a bit.

"I almost didn't recognize you in those fancy togs," she then said, changing the subject. "So, tell me, what poor soul did you nick those clothes off of?"

Jacob looked offended as he turned back around to face the river and rested his arms on the metal railing once more. "I'll have you know I came about this outfit in the only manner polite society deems the 'honest way'…" He looked over his shoulder at her. "I paid for it."

Her smile grew with amusement at his indignant attitude. Placing her hands on her hips, she took a few steps towards him. "Well, I certainly hope you didn't pay too much - those colors look awful on you, and that top hat is much too small for your large head."

"Oh, so we're a fashion critic now, are we?" he bantered back sarcastically, though Magnolia could hear the somewhat playful tone in his voice.

"Figured I'd practice for a new profession, in case I'm unsuccessful in selling my stories," she laughed.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at her a bit more intently. "Well, you certainly seem have an eye for something. Although, I had hoped it was for me, and not my clothes."

The young woman blushed just a tad at his light flirting, averting her eyes for a few moments, while she tried to think of a clever comeback.

However, he spoke up again, before she could.

"So, what gave it away that it was me standing here, then?"

"The aura of your inflated ego is unmistakable," she jabbed lightly, as she walked up and leaned on the railing next to the young man. “Seriously, though, I honestly didn't recognize you at first…but the outfit suits you." Her smile turned genuine, and he grinned back at her.

Now being so close to him, she finally got a good look at his face, and when she did, she immediately noticed that his grin didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Something's bothering you."

It wasn't a question.

"Perceptive, as always," he complimented, almost chuckling, his eyes casting down on his crossed forearms. "You know me too well."

Magnolia was silent for a moment, her own eyes studying his profile, half-hidden by the dimness of the evening and the almost-black shadow cast by the brim of his hat. Did she really? Even after spending so much time together over the past few months after his arrival to London, she still had so many questions that had been left unanswered: What was with the strange-looking bracer on his forearm? What was it for? Why did he so often disappear just as quickly as he appeared in the first place? And just how much control did he and his gang have over the city's underworld?

Jacob Frye was a strange creature. So open, yet so mysterious at the same time.

But of course, if there was one thing Magnolia loved more than almost anything else, it was a good mystery.

Perhaps that was what kept drawing her back to him, even when she wasn't seeking him out.

She turned her eyes towards the Thames. "Sometimes, I'm not sure I know you at all, Jacob Frye," she confessed softly.

Glancing over, it was now Jacob who took the time to study her. He could see the fatigue on her face and the thoughtful look in her eyes, and at that moment, he found himself wishing there was something he could do to make her smile again. Unfortunately, his own pensive mood and heavy thoughts had left him less than jovial. So, he did the only thing he could think of - he took her hand and gently squeezed it.

She turned to him with slight surprise.

He was looking at her very seriously now - more seriously than she had ever seen him look before.

"Don't fret about it, love," he husked, his voice cracking a bit. "I'm not so sure I know myself, either."

For the next few seconds, the two of them just stared at each other, realizing seemingly for the first time just how young they were and how lost they felt in the massive, industrial, labyrinth-esque behemoth that was London. It was a surreal thing, seeing each other in such a sober state, when normally their conversations remained light and teasing.

It was as if they both were seeing a side of each other than had never been revealed before now.

Another beat passed, and Magnolia offered him a bittersweet smile. "Here's hoping we both find out who we are someday," she said, her voice just as thin.

Not having any verbal response to that, Jacob simply released her hand and slipped his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer. He then pressed a kiss to her blonde hair and rested his head upon hers with a deep sigh, as she laid hers upon his shoulder.

Both pairs of eyes returned to the river before them, watching with silent envy at how the water flowed so naturally with seemingly no issue or effort at all. Time was lost to them as they remained where they were, both individuals drowning in their thoughts, while trying to take what comfort they could from each other's presence.

Neither of them could predict the far future, or even what would happen tomorrow - but at that moment, in the present, just being with each other was enough.

Perhaps, that was all they truly needed.

[harveywritings92]

His reaction for when you give him flowers: Jacob, Arno, Shay

Jacob: 

*He's very taken aback when the delivery man handed him the bouquet this was certainly different, usually he's the one who send you flowers!

*Has a mini-heart attack wondering if he'd forgotten something, like your birthday or an anniversary?!, then remember that's a long ways away/ or they've already celebrated said events.

*Goes to Henry to figure out what the meanings are, the Indian man is noticeably touched as these flowers have very intimate meanings, but mostly just you telling him how much he means to you without saying it. (as You're not very forward with your feelings, which a lot of people misinterpreted as rude and cold truth is your just too shy.)   

*Feels very guilty because he hasn't really visited you the last couple weeks and wonders if you're feeling lonely as Henry mentioned the camellias in his bouquet symbolizes: I'm longing to see you.

*Makes arrangements with Evie the more experienced members of the Rooks to look a after the boroughs for a few days, makes arrangements with the Disraeli's to let you have few days off for a small camping trip in the countryside.

*The next few days Jacob didn't have to be, Jacob Frye the notorious gang lord of London or Jacob Frye the ruthless assassin... He was just plain old Jacob Frye the man in love with a pretty girl who just might be future Mrs. Frye by the end of this trip, Just as soon as he musters up courage to ask!

Buckwheat: lover

purple Carnation : you're unpredictable or impulsive

Camilla: I'm longing

Petunia: Your presence soothes me.

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Arno: 

*Confused when he found a bouquet in his room, thinks it was mistake that the flowers were meant for one of his female employees, until everyone confirmed no it was for him, what baffled the Frenchman even more is that they were from you!

*Panics wondering if he's forgotten something important? but couldn't think of anything. Your birthday wasn't for months/ had already passed and it wouldn't make sense that you'd send him flowers.

*Finally decides to check out the meanings behind the the flowers, and oh boy these little colorful plants gives him a lot of insight on what you think of him!

*Asks you about the flowers when you come home, You tell him everyone deserves flowers every once in while regardless of gender.

*Arno decides to take you out on a date right then and there, you ask him about his contracts and he looks over at his fellow assassin's who smirked waved him off,they had him covered.

*He definitely shows you just how much appreciates and loves you later that night. ;) 

red carnations: Love 

Coral rose: desire

Blue salvia: thinking of you

Primrose: can't live without you.

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Shay: 

*Curiosity was his first reaction he been gone for four months, So, when he first saw the flowers in his home he was very curious, But then his thoughts shifted to suspicion as to who sent them, and why?

*Pokes them with a cane to make sure that it wasn't bomb or trap, when he's satisfied that they're just regular flowers, his mood quickly switches back to curiosity over who would send him flowers?

*Investigates around the fort asks his ship crew if they seen anyone enter or leave his home? Gist mentioned seeing Y/n but couldn't recall if she had flowers with her...the plot thickens so it would seem.

*Shay started wandering around New York looking for any sign of his fiancee, he ran into Haytham who pointed him the direction to park not to far from here the former assassin could tell by the grand master's tone that he was hiding something.

*Eventually makes it to the park Haytham said she was waiting and was stunned when he saw his fiancee sitting on bench with a very obvious baby bump, He snapped out of his stupor and awkwardly approached unsure.

*Asks immediately why didn't you say anything? he returned earlier. You were nervous didn't want him distracted, and asked if he got the flowers and read the meanings on the note you'd left? Shay stated that there was no note just flowers. you cussed Gist must've dropped it...

*It didn't seemed to matter at the moment to Shay quickly busied himself with talking to your belly, quickly introducing himself to the baby as their father... your heart heart melted when his eyes lit up feeling a kick against his hand, knew he was just as excited at that he was going to be a father.

*Let's just say the prospects of being a father wasn't the only thing Shay was excited about, the second Shay got you back to the fort and two of you got reacquainted.   

the daffodils: new life

Baby's Breath: purity,happiness

dark pink roses: gratitude 

Celandine: Joys to come

[itseivwhore]

heey, help me in something?? well, i’m a little lacking in creativity to think and i thought u could help me... anyway, what do u think jacob's work would be in modern times?

Heyooo!

First of all:wowee,I am glad you thought that I could help you out with this,and I just really hope that I will! ;)

Now.

A modern AU about AC?Cazzo sì,I love modern au's,especially if it's an Assassin's Creed one (I actually adore it that much that I even am writing a story about an AC modern book on Wattpad).

To be honest I already have been asking myself (very often too) what kind of jobs they would have:and many times I have been like,influenced by all the others' ideas,but I came to the conclusion that they are all a bit the same...Connor as a vet,Arno as a teacher,Edward as a lifesaver in some beach and etc etc etc...but Jacob?All what I have seen is:a gym teacher,a barista,the leader of a band. Now,don't get me wrong please,these ideas for their jobs are so cool and I actually see these works fit each of them very good,I like them.

But what I am trying to say is:after a while you see and read the same thing over and over again,it gets a bit boring,doesn't it?It creates monotony (unless it's written so goddamn well,then it's absolutely fine).

Back to your answer,AnOnImO,back to what I think,my totally and utterly personal opinion:I am convinced that Jacob would be a mechanic.

HEAR ME OUT. Why I think this would be his job?I have this (personal) headcanon:Jacob was very vivacious and curious when he was a child,he wanted to know and understand how some stuff he liked worked,so he often ended up to 'dismantle' said stuff,putting everything back at the end (also actually fixing stuff he broke).So when he grew older,he kept on having this "hobby/passion".

(PLUS!!!! Everyone know that actual scene just at the first missions of Syndicate,where Evie,Jacob and Henry are all in the train after the fight with Kylock,right?Then there's that a bit of a funny scene where they are about to go to Bell,but Jacob stays here motionless,and he literally said:"I'm not doing anything until this gets fixed" referred to the rope launcher. ANOTHER POINT AT MY FAVOUR!!!!)

Another headcanon that I obviously link to all of this is:he would have a motorbike too.I just feel like he would like them very much. Don't tell me that you don't imagine a modern Jacob Frye,sitting on an old motorbike,dark leather jacket,jeans,sunglasses?Please.

So sì,modern Jacob Frye's work would be a mechanic ;).

(Have some photos I have in a secret/well hidden board on Pinterest for my modern au story)

Oh and I would like if you would tag me if you ever write something modern about AC or about modern Jacob! ;] I hope I helped.

Cia.

I want ALL the COPYRIGHTS EXISTENT on this Earth about this,va bene?Don't steal my ideas you all.Stronzetti.

[imtrynnawriteshit]

Jacob Frye x Female!Reader (2! Looks like I’m actually going through with this! Hooray!)

Oh wow it’s been uh a while

This is v conversation heavy? Is that how you describe things??

Well, it is now hehehe

Something I forgot to mention the last time: the slang that I’m using is not entirely period appropriate? I mean, it somewhat is, but I’m also mixing up years and classes of people who used them (because I cannot be arsed to sit and sort everything out class and period wise)

If it seems like I only stick to a couple of letters worth of slang, that’s because I’ve only just gotten to ones that start with D. It’s a whole process and I’m lazy

Also, I know absolutely nothing about business and I like to think I can be clever, so if the whole thing just sounds way too dramatic, I’m srry, I cannot business at all

But I tried and that’s what counts, right? :D

Hope u enjoy luv u

Words: 1608

Warnings: One (1) damn, not properly edited (maybe I’ll do it l8r though), might get v pretentious (I’m trying to channel my inner Victorian) :((

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed (Syndicate)

Characters: Jacob Frye, Reader

Relationships: Jacob Frye x Reader but like, still business-y (as if I know what that means)

Fortunately, you'd managed to avoid Mr. Starrick finding out about your unexpected little detour. Rather unfortunately, though, your driver seemed to have left town - you'd seen neither hide nor hair of him for the past week or so.

Not that you had the time to look for him, of course. You'd been entirely focused on building the company up again, regaining all the profits you'd lost after Pearl's death, so much so that you'd even forgotten Mr. Frye was due for a visit.

Until he showed up in a manner suited to one of his particular disposition.

You'd visited one of your friends that afternoon for a cup of tea, briefly putting aside the contracts and accounts you were constantly pouring over. Your departure soon after found you feeling lighter, the tension not weighing down your shoulders for once.

Though you did your best to counter it, of course. God forbid it ruin your posture.

Mind immediately wandering to the paperwork you had left, you approached your carriage (which, despite having been discreetly sent off to get fixed up, still bore a few scratches from your misadventure). The new driver already held the door open, arm extended to help you in. It was only when you glanced at him, nodding your gratitude, hand firmly in his grasp, that you realized it wasn’t, in fact, your recent employ.

It was Mr. Frye.

You let out a rather un-ladylike groan as you sat down.

"Please tell me you didn’t scare this one off too. I can't exactly afford the habit of interviewing for drivers."

His eyes widened in mock-innocence before he shut the door, getting on to the bench and taking the reins, all the while running his mouth about how he'd "never" and he was "appalled" you thought so little of him.

Good heavens.

"Yes, alright, but will he be back?"

"He'll meet you at Trafalgar Square in an hour," he sighed, urging the horse into a steady trot.

You frowned, "But that's only five minutes away."

"Which gives us fifty-five to talk, doesn't it?" he said, sounding rather exasperated. You chose to ignore that, instead peaking out the window, trying to figure out where you were headed.

"Mr. Frye, where exactly are we going?"

"Why, to the cosiest alley the district has to offer, of course!" he said, turning into one just within reach of the Square, hopping into the carriage almost as soon as he brought it to a halt.

"Well, this certainly won't rouse suspicion," you remark, peering through the window, eyebrows raised, before drawing the curtains and turning to look at him again. "Now, I presume you have something for me".

"Yes and no."

You narrowed your eyes, "That's not how it works, Mr. Frye. You either have an offer or you don't. Which is it?"

"There is something I can give you, but I'll need time to deliver on it."

"And that something is?"

Frankly, you didn’t expect much. There was barely anything he could offer that you couldn’t acquire (if you didn’t already have it) anyway.

"Complete ownership of Attaway Transport, without the added burden of Starrick's overbearing and ever-looming presence."

Or so you thought.

He managed to shock you into silent for a moment, before you shook yourself out of it and huffed out a small laugh.

"I have to say: I didn’t quite think you'd manage it, but you've captured my interest. Tell me, then; how exactly would you go about that? Mr. Starrick isn't one to just give up power."

"Luckily enough, we're looking to provide a more permanent solution to the problem of - well, him."

"Are you now?" your eyebrows shot up again, this time in intrigue, and you could feel the anticipation and excitement brewing within you at the thought of the possibilities his death could bring. If the way Mr. Frye's brow twitched in return was any indication, you weren't doing a very good job hiding it. "That certainly changes things. Though I suppose I should've known, you haven't been all that...subtle about your intentions, the way you've been running around London wreaking havoc."

"There you have it, then," he grinned, throwing an arm up over the back of the seat. "What do you say?"

You took a moment to deliberate, Mr. Frye letting you take the time you needed to come to a decision once you shot him a look when he started getting antsy, stopping him before he could get much further than "I don't mean to badger you but-". You could see the eagerness in the way he'd leaned ever so slightly towards you, in how his eyes remained trained on you, analyzing every shift in your features, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was going on in your head, of the decision you'd come to.

Well, there was certainly no doubt about what your answer was going to be. It was, however, quite endearing, the way he impatiently awaited your response.

Probably best you put him out of his misery, though, and so you offered him your hand.

"It appears," you smiled, "you have yourself a deal, Mr. Frye. I do hope you can hold up your end, and as shall I to the best of my abilities."

His face relaxed, and he took your hand, shaking it firmly. Though you expected it, the warmth of his grip, even through both his and your own glove, still left you pleasantly surprised.

"I must admit, however," you withdrew your hand, "I am curious: why trust me? After everything that's happened? Some might think you all the more barmy for it."

"Crotchetty as I may seem," he shot back, "I'll admit, I'm not exactly spoiled for choice when it comes to allies who can provide me better insight into Templar plans. You don't seem to care for the Order either, which is reassuring. To an extent. Naturally you'll have to earn my trust before I let Evie know about this little arrangement-"

"You haven't told your sister?"

"'Course not," he scoffed, "she'd never agree to it. Not after your mother. Besides, what my dear sister doesn't understand, is that sometimes you need to take a chance. Like I did, with the Rooks. And now with you."

You supposed that made sense.

"Besides," he continued, "it doesn't hurt to have powerful friends close to your nemesis-"

"As I've already mentioned," you injected, stifling a chuckle at how affronted he looked at being so unceremoniously interrupted, "I'm neither powerful nor am I close to Mr. Starrick. He doesn't trust me. Which means, more often than not, he'll ensure he bears witness to every move I make."

You shifted towards him.

"It's not just my business that's on the line here, Mr. Frye. It's my life. If he ever suspects me of consorting with you, I'd lose everything. My agreement is me trusting you to kill him and deliver on your end of the bargain."

At that, his eyes softened, and when he spoke next, sincerity was carefully woven into every word. "You needn't worry, Miss Attaway, you have my word. I will do whatever it takes to rid you of Starrick and his control."

Nodding softly in lieu of thanks, you cleared your throat, embarrassment burning in your chest at having let yourself be so vulnerable (for lack of a better word) with someone.

And a man you barely knew, at that.

"I apologise, you must think me utterly mercurial, and-"

"On the contrary, I think you're rather bricky," he said, and his damned gaze was still so gentle as it rest upon you, his tone somewhat similar to the one often adopted by strangers when they learned of how you came to live with Pearl. The thought of being pitied by him for having gotten into this situation, even though it was mostly his fault, left you feeling angry and humiliated.

You didn't need nor ask for his commiseration.

Choosing not to dignify that with a response (you knew anything you'd say would be in bad form), you immediately carried on like nothing had happened. "Right, I'll need a few weeks or so to get everything up and running again. In the meantime, you encourage any competitors that are not affiliated to Mr. Starrick. With a rival around, I could try and-"

"-blame your lack of profits onto them?" at your affirmation, he let out a low whistle. "Clever. That might just work."

The admiration in his voice didn't go unnoticed. You shrugged, "I know, and I'm counting on it. Of course, if it doesn't alleviate suspicion, we might have to resort to drastic measures, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, this is all we need to focus on."

Your sentence was punctuated by the chiming of Big Ben, indicating that your hour was up. With a "by your leave, Miss Attaway", Mr. Frye leapt into action, getting back onto the bench and driving the carriage to where your actual employee was to meet you. In an attempt to look a bit more inconspicuous, you drew open the curtains. Nothing like the hidden interior of a carriage to get people gossiping.

Dismounting, Mr. Frye glanced around, making sure you hadn't attracted any unwarranted attention, before tipping his cap to you and stalking off. Thankfully, it was crowded enough that no one paid a briefly unattended carriage any mind, and it gave him the opportunity to blend in with the locals, seemingly vanishing from sight.

You watched him go, and thinking your decision over for the rest of your journey, could only hope you'd made the right choice.

Slang used:

Crotchetty - eccentric, unexpected

Bricky - brave, fearless, adroit after the manner of a brick

Other:

Glove etiquette - whenever a gentleman had to shake someone’s hand, he would take off his glove (that he always wore when outside) before doing so. If he had to leave it on, he’d apologise while shaking the other person’s hand. Women, however, had to keep their gloves on at all times when they were out and about, except when at the dinner table during a party, because it was considered bad form to wear gloves while eating (mainly because the gloves were delicate, especially those made of kid, and wearing dirty gloves was “tacky”). However, when giving his hand to a woman whose own hands were gloved, a man wasn’t supposed to take off his. It was necessary to do so if hers were off too, though.

(Tumblr's an ass, so I'll reblog this post in a bit to link the articles I used as a reference because they're much, much better at providing a comprehensive explanation to how glove etiquette worked)

[modernauwritingsass]

Could you do a Jacob x child reader where he finds the kid one night out in the rain, both their parents are dead and they just escaped the orphanage. I was thinking their age would be 4-5? We need more fluffy cute angsty dad Jacob 😭

ok so i did change a few things if you don’t mind. if you do im sorry but i try to deliver fluff and angst but honestly might do a pt 2 cause i love this alot.

Growing Family

Paring: Jacob x Child! Reader (*sobs* big buffy men with smol things makes me cry)

Word count: 2723 

Warnings: tears, child abandonment, piss n shit

this was heavily inspired by this video

The loud bustling noises of London rarely stopped, and that is what excited Jacob most about the city. The countryside had its perks, and the town where he studied in the US was fun, but to Jacob, almost nothing could outshine London. The people here were unique as well, and every interaction was on some level of entertaining. It’s what kept Jacob Frye on his toes.

After a training session, Jacob was just arriving at his home, turning the corner to his house, sweaty from the walk and The London Underground, he saw a woman holding something in her arms, glancing around. He didn’t think much of it, and would have continued past her if she hadn’t stopped him.

“Excuse me sir, can you help me?”

Jacob stopped and turned towards her, “What is it?” He asked, smiling.

“Can you hold this?” She handed him a bundle, and he was caught off guard by the weight of it.

“What- hey!” Jacob adjusted his weight to hold whatever was in his hands, and watched the woman get in her car and speed away. “What the…” Looking at what he was holding, he finally realized what was in his arms.

A child.

Luckily for him, they were sleeping. What to do now, he wasn’t sure. London decided to help him figure what to do by starting to pour, and he ran down the sidewalk to his home, trying his best to not wake the sleeping kid up. As he shifted them around to pull out his keys, they made a whining noise, making him freeze momentarily. When they didn’t make any more noise, he continued to pull out his keys and enter his home, being as quiet as possible.

Making his way upstairs, Jacob pondered on what to do. This kid had just been abandoned by their mother, and he had no way of contacting the dad, or any family members. They kid had been abandoned. It didn’t help that the mother took off so quickly in her car, with little detail given about the child. He decided that since the kid was sleeping, the best he could do was put them in his bed, and hope they sleep the rest of the night.

Jacob had heard stories from Bayek about how laying a baby to sleep was like messing with a bomb. That the most sudden movement could wake them up and chaos would follow. So, as he carefully laid the child down, Bayek’s stories with Khemu echoed around his head, even if the child didn’t look to be a baby but more around the age of a toddler.  Moving his hands away, he held his breath as he backed up, and breathed once he was out in the hallway.

He pulled out his phone, and quickly scanned through his contacts. He was lost on what to do in this situation, there was no way he could do this alone. He needed more food, he only had enough to last him a week. He wasn’t planning on taking care of a kid. What about clothes? How long was the kid going to be here? Should he give them to the foster system? Maybe they still have family. He took a breath in, and exhaled.

“Get a hold of yourself, Jacob. You’re overthinking this.” Glancing back at his phone, he scanned through his contacts. One caught his attention, and he went to press the call button, but hesitated. Surely he would have experience with something like this, but he didn’t want to bother him. Would it be worth it? I mean, he could call Evie or Henry, maybe even Freddy. Jacob sighed and hit call. 

The phone rang for a bit, before it was answered. “Hello?”

“Hello Father. Listen, I know you are probably busy, but I need…” Jacob inhaled, “...some advice”.

Silence. Jacob was about to hang up before, “What have you done now?”

“Well, I didn’t do much actually. This woman asked for some assistance in holding something of hers, and when she handed it to me, she took off in her car.” He hesitated, before bluntly saying, “She gave me a child”

“Pardon?”

“A child. They're sleeping in my room, but I don’t know what to do now. I don’t even know the kid’s name.”

 A string of curses was heard from the other end, before Ethan was heard sighed heavily on the other end. “Do you have enough food?”

“For a few days”.

“How about clothes, do they have clothes?”

 “Only what they are wearing” Scribbling could be heard on the other end.

“Alright, I’ll be over tomorrow, and I’ll help you sort this out”.

Jacob stopped breathing. Tomorrow? He was grateful for the help, but did his dad really have to come out so soon? Why would he? He called for advice, he didn't expect his dad coming to visit, especially since he’s so busy. “Do you not have work?”

“I’m free for this week. I’ll be there around 8.”

“Alright, see you then”.

The call ended, and Jacob rubbed his face in his hands. He now had another guest to worry about. He figured his father would give him a checklist of what to do, but now he was coming over. Still, inside Jacob was happy his father was willing to come help him. Only a little bit though.

Luckily for Jacob, the kid slept through the night, and Jacob woke up around 7 am, to the sound of shuffling footsteps coming from his room. Getting up slowly, Jacob had nearly forgotten the previous day's occurrences, before realizing that those footsteps were those of a child. Oh god, that means they are awake. 

Ripping the blankets off his body, he made his way upstairs, and saw the child shuffling around his room, looking around tiredly, and confused. When they saw Jacob at the doorway, and walked up to him, looking up with a head tilt, clearly confused to who he was. ‘What the bloody hell do I say? “Oh yes good morning child! Your mom gave you away last night so now I have you here at my home! And my father is coming to help figure out what to do with you!” no I can’t say that, it’s a child!’

A grumbling noise was heard, and Jacob assumed that the kid was hungry when they looked down and placed a hand on their belly. Holding his hand out, Jacob waited for them to look up, and after a moment, grabbed his hand as he led them through the house downstairs to the kitchen.

Jacob decided it was best to keep an eye on them as much as possible, considering that they were very small, and that he didn’t want them hurting themselves around the house. Picking them up, he made sure nothing in the vicinity could hurt them, before placing them on the counter. “What do you want for breakfast?”

They titled their head, blinking a bit, before looking around. Upon seeing the fridge, their eyes lit up, and they pointed at the appliance. Jacob walked over and opened the door.

“Alright, I have ham, bacon, and eggs-”

“Eggs!” They were cheering, clapping their hands and bouncing up and down.

Jacob smiled, “Eggs it is”. Taking out what he needed, he began to cook for the two of them, as the child continued to repeat what they said, excited for the eggs. Once the eggs were done, he picked them up and placed them in a chair in the dining room. Jacob ended up grabbing pillows from his couch and placed them on the chair as a booster, before grabbing the eggs, and placing one plate in front of them, and digging into his own. He was worried they wouldn’t know how to eat by themselves, however it seems they at least knew how to eat with their hands.

Once they were done eating, Jacob cleaned up, and made sure to clean them up as well, before moving to the living room, waiting for Ethan to arrive. 

Jacob was looking out the window when he felt movement next to him, and looked down to see the kid staring at him, curious.

“Mama?”

That hurt Jacob. This child was confused. Last they had seen their mom, they had fallen asleep in her arms, only to wake up in a strange house. What that mother did made his blood boil, but he would deal with his anger later. Right now he had to clarify who he was to this kid. “Jacob”, he said as he pointed at himself, smiling. 

“Eheeeheeuwbeekehh awskwskswskwesawdeh”

Jacob blinked. He didn’t speak gibberish. Still, he grinned, ruffling their hair. Hopefully they had some relatives they could get in contact with. Jacob looked out the window, and saw Ethan walking up to the door, hauling two suitcases, with grocery bags hanging off of him. Standing up, he went to the door and opened it. “I see you have had a busy morning”.

“I have”. Ethan huffed before looking down, noticing the toddler behind Jacob, curious eyes looking at him, confused and intrigued. “When you said a child I thought you meant around 8 years old, not a toddler”.

“They are the same thing, aren’t they?”

“Absolutely not.” 

Jacob looked his dad up and down. “Would you like some assistance?”

“I raised you and Evie I can handle this”. Ethan made his way to move through the door after Jacob stepped aside with the child in tow, and attempted to squeeze through the door frame.

“Are you sure?” Jacob grinned.

“Yes”. Ethan tried several more times, before silently handing Jacob the grocery bags, who took them chuckling at his father’s antics.

Once Ethan was settled, and the food was stored, they gathered in the living room, around one of the suitcases. The toddler sat beside Jacob, looking at him.

Jacob looked back, and glanced at his dad, unsure of what to do or rather how to respond to them, especially when they pointed at him. Ethan only shrugged, before being confused as well when they moved their finger towards Ethan, head tilting. Ethan decided to try something out, and pointed at himself.

“Ethan”. He pointed at his son. “Jacob”

The toddler pointed at Jacob, “Jacob” they pointed back at Ethan. “Ethab”.  They looked around, finger wagging about as they twisted around. “Mama?”

Jacob pointed at his dad, “Ethan,” he pointed back at himself, “Jacob”.

 “Jacob, check if they smell”.

“What?”

“Do they stink?”

Jacob went to go grab them, but they walked away from him, going to the plant that Henry had gifted him, looking around. Jacob shared a glance with his dad, as the kid pulled down their pants and pull-ups together, causing the Fryes to panic and get the kid away from the plant at minimum.

They ended up making a mess on the floor, to which Jacob decided to clean, and Ethan decided to give them a bath. So, Ethan whisked them away to the bathroom, and Jacob made quick work of the accident that nearly killed Henry’s plant.

“Jacob!” Ethan called from upstairs.

“Yes?”

“You need to help with the bath. They keep saying your name”.

Confused, Jacob walked upstairs and into the bathroom, and upon seeing him, they clapped their hands, squealing with delight. “Jacob! Jacob!”

Jacob laughed, and got on his knees besides the tub, watching his father thoroughly clean them of any filth they had on them. The whole time, they babble incoherently at Jacob, trying to talk but it only comes out in gibberish. Ethan reached for a towel he had found, and helped the child out of the tub, wrapping them in the cloth.

“I’ll be back with clothes, you dry them off”. Ethan left, and when he returned, Jacob and the toddler were pointing at each other, making goofy faces.

“I found out their name it’s- are those my clothes?” Jacob stared at the clothes that His dad had brought. Sure enough, those were clothes he wore as a kid. “Why did you bring my clothes?”

“Cheaper than buying new ones.” Ethan laid the clothes out. “I also brought pull-ups, so all we need to get is a toilet for them to go to the bathroom, that way they don’t make big messes again.”

Jacob nodded, and started to help the kid get dressed. “Their name is (Y/n)”. 

Ethan nodded, “Might be best to check if a toddler has been reported missing.”

Jacob found the missing children website, and got to searching. As much as he searched and called, he couldn’t find a single lead into where (y/n) came from. Sighing, he rubbed his temples, and lazily glanced up towards his dad who stood at the entryway of the living room.

“No luck I suppose?”

 “Nope.”

Ethan sighed, before taking a seat on the couch besides Jacob. “We can try again tomorrow”.

Jacob nodded. (Y/n) was upstairs taking a nap, which gave them a moment of peace. For the most part, Ethan had been watching over them as Jacob tried to get information. Seeing his dad handle a kid so easily made him wonder what it must have been like for Ethan when he was younger. “Father,” Ethan looked at him, “what was it like raising Evie and I? Did it feel similar to this in a way?”

Ethan looked forward, taking a deep breath, holding it for a bit before sighing. “In a way, yes. I had two babies to raise and look after, and your mom had just…” he trailed off, rubbing his palms together. “It was hard. It was all sudden, and even after all those months of preparation, I felt extremely unprepared. In most other situations, sudden events are thrilling. This wasn’t as thrilling, considering everything that had happened, but I gave it my best.

“You both were rascals, intelligent, energetic and absolutely a nightmare when you played together.” Jacob chuckled, remembering the times him and Evie would scare his dad. “I love every second of it.”

“Love?”

“I’m still your bloody father, aren't I?” Ethan grabbed Jacob in a neck hold, giving him a noogie, “Someone has to teach you sense.”

Jacob laughed, slapping away at his father’s arms. They laughed, and settled back down. “What happens if I can’t find their family?”

“Perhaps they will be put into foster care.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“It’s not your kid Jacob.”

“I know but,” he hesitated, before continuing. “It doesn’t feel right to give them to the system.”

Ethan crossed his arms, “What will you do then?”

Jacob thought about it for a moment. He wasn’t planning on being a father anytime soon, but the more he thought about it, the idea wasn’t too bad. Undoubtedly the paparazzi might begin to follow him around more, but there are ways to avoid them. He turned to his dad, grinning. “I’ll take care of them”.

Before Ethan could respond, the doorbell rang. Standing up, Jacob walked over to the door and opened it. “I was beginning to think I couldn’t have any more guests!”

“Who else could possibly be- father?” Evie peered into the home, confused as to why Ethan was sitting on the couch. “What are you doing in London?”

“Helping Jacob”.

Evie walked inside, and so did Henry Green. “What has Jacob done now?” Before Jacob or Ethan could answer, a wailing began from upstairs.

Ethan and Jacob shared a glance, as Henry and Evie looked at both of them for answers. Jacob made his way upstairs, hastily opening the door to his room, to find (Y/n) sitting on the bed, crying. “Mama! Mama!” They continued to call out for their mom, hugging themselves, shaking.

Jacob walked over to the bed, gently shushing them, and reached out a hand to try and console them. (Y/n) stood up on the bed, still crying, and began to pound their fists against Jacob. He looked down at the child, shushing them softly in an attempt to calm them down. When that didn’t work, he picked them up. Eventually, they calmed down, wrapping their arms around Jacob and sniffling into his neck. He turned to the door slightly, to see the others there, watching.

Evie glanced between him and (Y/n), looking pitiful. “What kind of situation did you get yourself into?”

[getbacktoworknovice]

🐎Snarky, Handsome Devil

[an AU in which you are a summer time employee who works at a riding ranch for kids and have a massive crush on one of the instructors Jacob Frye~ (this is part one of a series (reposting some older Ao3 stuff~)]

You always looked forward to summer.

A chance to get away from school, your siblings and your parents for three glorious months. Not that you didnt love your family of course, it was just a nice break from the reality you were stuck in nine months out of the year.

Every summer, ever since you started high school, you worked part time at the Frye Riding Ranch, a sort of summer camp for underprivileged kids to get a chance at taking care of and learning how to ride horses.

The people who ran it, Ethan Frye and his twin children, Jacob and Evie Frye, were very generous being that they only charged the families one dollar for the three month camp and in some cases, they let children join for free.

Apparently they had come from hard times as well.

You yourself were an actual hired hand, hired on by Ethan your first year at high school and kept on as he seemed to like your personality. You were hoping he would, after all, you loved kids AND horses and this was like a dream come true to you.

Kids were always so much easier to deal with than adults and they adored when you did your funny little voices, especially the British one as the owners whole family were Brits. Adults tended to give you odd looks.

Especially Jacob.

But then he would just give you that annoyingly charming half smile of his and go back about his business as if he hadn’t been looking at you at all. He rather loved kids too (which was part of why you found him so attractive) and even referred to them as his little “Rooks”.

He was kind with the horses as well. You’d caught him before as he was giving one a bath, talking to her sweetly and patting her lovingly as he got her cleaned up. It was the cutest thing you ad ever seen. Though you were certain he would deny he ever did such a thing if you asked him.

To be perfectly honest he had annoyed you at first. On your first day he had paired you with the worst horse they had to “break you in”, he’d doused you several times with the power hose and made you shovel so much manure you couldnt smell anything but for three days after.

You definitely hadnt had much of an appetite your first week, making Evie worry for you and then give Jacob a harsh telling off when she found out what he’d done. He wasnt a bully, she assured you, he was just…a pain.

Needless to say you’d avoided him for a month afterward but towards the end he came around. Apologized even. Which surprised you. You didnt realize you had a crush on him until you came back the next year and he gave you a big hug…

and you could feel every muscle he had.

He was every inch the rugged cowboy you’d seen on many a cover of romance novels. Muscled, rough around the edges, wild hair and eyes…and that damn smile of his! Yes indeed to you every inch of him was rugged and wild…and you loved it.

You just wished you were able to tell him. He was four years older than you and you just figured it was a passing fancy. You’d get over it. Yet every time you saw him and tried to still your beating heart it never worked. He would smile and nod at you, or say something that made you laugh, or stand too close to you when you saddled the horses for the kids.

He was the sweetest asshole you’d ever known.

You actually looked forward to getting up in the morning.

Today was turning into one of the funner days you’d had in the last three years. It was the day before graduation and to celebrate they always had a giant bonfire and a mini rodeo of sorts where the kids got to show off what they’d learned and earn a “badge of honor” for their efforts.

They were just cheap plastic sheriffs badges, but to the kids they might as well have been solid gold trophies. They got the biggest smiles on their faces and your heart just melted at the sight. Even Jacob took it a bit easier in terms of joking around, taking the event as seriously as the kids did.

You were in charge of getting all the firewood ready for the bonfire the next night as well as making all the certificates the kids would be receiving along with their badges. You were sitting at one of the tables in the rec room with Evie, writing out all the kids names neatly on their certificates, while Evie printed out the pamphlets for the parents.

“I do hope it doesn’t rain.” She was saying as you finally finished with the “S” names, rotating your wrist a bit to work out the soreness in it. You loved calligraphy but it hurt. Looking up when you heard her words you gave a curious gaze out the window, noting it was a bit stormy looking.

“Maybe it’ll blow over.” You said hopefully as you didn’t want it to ruin the kids’ fun. “If not I suppose we could hold the ceremony in here.” She said just as rain started to pelt outside. You gave a bit of a groan as now you’d have to go and cover up the wood with a tarp.

“Shit…” You grumbled as you grabbed up your coat and headed out the door. Te bonfire pit was a good ways away from the rec room and cabins so you had to book it to the barn to grab up a tarp. By the time you made it to the bonfire it was pouring down rain.

Quickly you began tucking the tarp into the corners of the pile, doing your best to get the wood covered so it would actually burn tomorrow, but it was getting windy and every corner you managed to get covered would pry itself loose by the time you got to the other end.

You were about to lose it when you felt someone grab the other end of the tarp to assist you. Giving a relieved sigh you looked over to see it was Jacob. You felt your heart begin to beat wildly again and you couldn’t control it. “Jacob…!” You started but he only yanked on the tarp.

“Dont just stand there like a fish!” He insisted as the rain pelted him without his jacket. “Move!” That snapped you out of it and you began to help him, tucking the tarp into place and covering it to help it stay safe from the rain.

With his help you got it done rather quickly and one he was certain it would stay the two of you took cover in the barn. You were both soaked but Jacob had gotten the worst of it, his black t-shirt stuck to him and his jeans were soaked through.

You were so glad you’d grabbed a jacket.

“Thanks,” You managed to say after you’d caught your breath. “I was about to give up there for a minute.” You admitted and Jacob laughed. “Wind was bein’ a bit of a bully wasnt it?” He grinned, taking off his baseball cap and wringing the water out of it best he could.

“Oh yeah, just a bit.” You teased in return with a smile that quickly turned into a blush when you saw him strip off his soaking shirt. You never knew he had a tattoo, but you turned your head so quick you didnt actually see what it was.

“What’s the matter love?” You heard him tease. “Never seen a man without a shirt before?” You felt your face get redder. “I-I…n-no…I mean…!” You were so flustered you couldnt even get a word out. “Sh-shut up!” You finally grumbled but he only laughed.

“Oh come now, you dont have to be so harsh with your tongue.” He said as he took your shoulder and leaned in close to your ear. “Your not having dirty thoughts are you?” He teased and you whirled on him to tell him off.

But stopped short as you felt his lips against the corner of your mouth.

Giving a small squeak you jumped back, your eyes wide in surprise. “J-Jacob, what the hell!?” You stammered, completely flustered. Jacob however only smiled that cocky little smile of his. “Been wantin’ to do that.” He said as he wrung out his shirt.

“Wh….what? What do you mean youve been wanting to do that?” You stuttered and he gave you a sideways grin. “Why, precisely what it means. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a long time.” He said in plain terms.

You felt your knees buckle a bit and your heart began to thump in your chest. “R-really..?” You asked slowly. You felt like you must be dreaming. Youd had a crush on him true but you never in your life expected it to be reciprocated by him.

“Why?”

That question seemed to get to him as his cheeks actually turned a little pink. “Well…because I like ya.” He said with an honest shrug, putting his shirt back on. “I thought that was obvious but I guess I went about showin’ ya the wrong way.” He admitted sheepishly.

You gave a snort. “Yeah, making me shovel maure isnt the fastest way to my heart y'know!” You insisted with a swat to his arm. Jacob laughed aloud, a laugh you’d grown to love. “I guess I did fumble that one up a bit…” He admitted, giving you a soft look with his brown eyes.

“So…how is it you feel about me?” He asked and it was your turn to flush in the cheeks. You honestly didnt know what to say at first. “I..I mean I really like you Jacob. I’ve…I’ve had a crush on you for a while…” You hated to admit that out loud.

“I just…I feel like I’ve known you forever,” You said as you looked up at him. “I know it sounds silly but I’ve really come to like you.” You said, feeling a sense of relief at finally getting that out in the open.

Sensing your relief he gently took your cheek getting you to look at him. “Well since I like you and you like me….ya wanna try that kiss again?” He asked. He wasnt pushy about it or trying to force himself. His stance was relaxed, and his hand gentle.

How could you say no?

Leaning up towards him his lips met yours halfway, cupping your cheek as he kissed you long and deep. It was the most amazing kiss you’d ever tasted in your life. When you finally pulled away from him he rested his forehead against yours.

“So…theres only a week left of camp,” He said as he looked down at you with a bit of curiosity in his gaze. “I dont suppose you’d be willing to…let me come visit you in the city sometime?” he asked. You just gave him a smile and kissed his nose.

“You can visit me anytime….just make sure you come by car. If you ride a horse into the city people tend to freak out.” You teased. Jacob only laughed aloud.

“I make no promises.”

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

intoxicatiing asked : ‘ there’s nothing sadder than a cold bed . ’// for evie

red dead redemption one starters / @intoxicatiing​​​ – always accepting

            Well, that's a strange way to look at things. Unique, but very specific. If she was honest, she didn't exactly know what she was referring to. Who's bed it was. The understanding of it was a bed that wasn't used, right? Without the warmth of a person? Without being used?

          Maybe someone wasn’t getting enough rest?

            She hoped she was making some sense of it.

            "That is quite a way to look at things, Miss Alouette, but forgive me for asking -- but what exactly are you referring to? I think if I understood, I could give a more viable answer."

[writtenjewels]

Partnership

Jacob wondered what Max was planning for his next play. The Alhambra's stage decorations gave very little away. There were no set pieces and the backdrop was a simple night sky. But it only made Jacob more curious.

“Hello, my dear.” His heart fluttered before he even turned to face the older man.

“Hello. I was just admiring your interesting set design.”

“I thought you might like it.” Max gave him a warm smile and closed in to greet him properly. No matter how many times they kissed, the contact thrilled Jacob and made him hungry for more. “My darling Assassin,” Max sighed. “Always so eager.”

“Are you complaining?” Jacob asked, letting his lips drift to Max's scar. His heart was beating a little faster on being called Max's “darling Assassin”. Max often said my dear or darling, but something about this particular grouping of words thrilled Jacob.

“Never, my dear. But there is something we must discuss.”

That caught Jacob's interest. He pulled back to give Max his full attention. “Another amusement?”

“No. More of a request to change the nature of our partnership.”

“Oh.” Jacob wasn't sure where this was going. Max hadn't requested any change before they became lovers. So what was he asking for now? “All right. So how would we change it?”

“I was hoping you would ask. Wait there.” Grinning, Max rushed off the stage. Jacob stood there feeling very perplexed. Suddenly a set piece of a crescent moon descended from the ceiling with Max sitting on it. He swept his arms out wide and spoke in a booming voice.

“Jacob Frye, love of my life, will you marry me?”

Jacob's heart stopped. No, he had to have heard that wrong. He couldn't even think enough to react. Max hopped off the moon and produced something from his pocket. It was a ring. Jacob stared at it, his brain working sluggishly to register the object. It was made of silver with one emerald and one ruby. The colors of the Rooks and the Blighters.

“Max, I-- what-- how would we--?” He wasn't speaking very coherently.

“I could get on one knee,” Max offered.

Jacob shook his head numbly. He was starting to put the pieces together. This plain stage, the starry backdrop, all of it was to set up Max's proposal. Because of course he had to be theatrical about it. But now that his brain was working, Jacob was forced to realize that this was Max's most outlandish plan yet. Two men getting married? Unthinkable. Even Evie marrying Henry was something of an anomaly.

“Is that you saying 'no'?” Max asked.

“No! I mean... how would it work?”

“Well,” Max hummed, a little smile playing on his lips, “I've never done this before, but I think the general idea is to love someone and be devoted to them the rest of your life.” He made it sound so easy.

“And you want that?”

“I want you, my dear.”

Jacob closed his eyes, clutching the pendant he wore around his neck. This was overwhelming. Of course there was no question that he was in love with Maxwell Roth, but he didn't expect this from the older man. Being called the love of Max's life... Max lived a long time, no doubt had many lovers, and Jacob was the love of his life?

With shaking fingers Jacob slipped the necklace off. He reached out to take Max's hand and placed the necklace there.

“I want you to wear this.”

Max stared at the necklace for a moment. His eyes widened when he understood. Excited, he slid the necklace over his head. Jacob already had his left hand ready for the ring. It fit perfectly on his ring finger.

“By the way,” Jacob whispered, “that was me saying 'yes'.” Max chuckled, wrapping his arms around Jacob's neck to pull the Assassin in for a kiss.

His fiancé. He could grow to like how that sounded.