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erismerald · 4 years ago

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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.

#jacob frye x reader #assassin's apprentice #jacob frye headcanon #jacob frye #assassin's creed #fanfic #evie frye x reader #evie frye #uncharted #samuel drake x reader #sam drake #dbh connor x reader #until dawn

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thefemalethatwrites · 4 years ago

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Runaway (Jacob Fyre x Reader)

Request: Yes. Adfhhjbff I've been waiting for the day requests opened~ I am a huuuge fan of your work and would really like a Jacob Frye x reader who was supposed to marry Starrick to strengthen her family's connections but runs away to become an Assassin like her cousin Henry please?? (Ps have you played Odyssey?? Alexios' accent is?? 💕)

Prompt: After finding out that your Father is setting you up to marry Starrick, you run to your cousin Henry.

Relationship: Jacob Frye x Reader, Cousin! Henry Green x Reader, Platonic! Evie Frye x Reader

Warning: Violence, Cursing (?), Force Marriage

Word Count: 2070

A/N: I’m so sorry that this took so long to come out, it’s just been sitting completed on my computer for a while. I’ve not played a lot of Odyssey but I know exactly who you’re on about and...🤤😍

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(Y/N)'s POV

"Father can you please tell me who we're going to meet?" I pleaded as we were in the carriage,

"Fine if you must know then we're going to meet your husband-to-be" He replied, my jaw dropped

"What do you mean 'husband-to-be'?!" I snapped, he glared at me making me lower my head muttering a sorry,

"It is your duty to marry Crawford Starrick to strengthen our family connections" he stated,

"You mean get more money and status" I retorted earning another glare, "Oh come on father! Our family is a line of assassins! Marrying a Templar is the worse thing we can do to honour them" I argued earning a backhand to the cheek, he sighed

"This is your duty, (Y/N). You will proceed with it. Forgetting everything about your assassin lineage" he growled, I sighed lowering my head, the carriage came to a stop and Father helped me out of the carriage,

"Mister (L/N), I'm glad you could make it" Starrick greeted as the two of them shook hands,

"I'm glad you invited us. This is my daughter (Y/N)" Father introduced me, Starrick took my hand and kissed the back of it as I curtsied

"You look stunning my dear" he complimented, I gave him a weak smile.

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"Henry, you won't believe what Father has set up! Oh hello" I yelled as I walked into his curio shop only to find two new faces in there,

"I'd like to introduce you to Jacob and Evie Frye. They're here to help with the Templar situation. Evie, Jacob this is my cousin (Y/N) (L/N)" Henry introduced,

"Well it's about time. Hopefully these two will be more helpful teaching me to be an assassin because you're hopeless Henry" I commented making Jacob chuckle,

"I like her" he commented,

"Anyway, you said your Father has done something?" Henry said,

"Yes! He's arranged a marriage between me and Crawford Starrick! He could've chosen anyone else! But no! He chose the Templar f*cking king!" I ranted, the three of them stood there speechless, "And just to top it all off he told me to forget about the assassins" I added,

"So what have you done about it?" Evie asked,

"I've run away. I'm not being forced to marry the enemy. So now is no better time to get trained so I can help out" I asserted, the three of them turned their backs to me and began whispering, a hand was put over my mouth as I was dragged out of the shop, I rolled my eyes as I caught a glimpse of red, the Blighters, I bit down on the hand over my mouth making them yell in pain letting go of me, I punched another across the face as well as removing the knife from the holder and slicing the throat of another, then threw it into the chest of the last one, I grabbed ahold of the one who grabbed me and pinned him against the wall, "What the hell do you want with me?" I growled,

"Good luck trying to get anything out of me, bitch!" He spat, I glared at him as I took his pistol from it's holder and held it under his chin,

"Speak or I'll blow your brains out" I threatened,

"Starrick wants you under his custody at all times and ordered us to get you for him" he answered,

"Thank you for your cooperation" I smiled before pulling the trigger, his body dropped to the floor and clapping occurred behind me,

"Consider me impressed love" Jacob commented as he looked over the unconscious or dead Blighters, I smiled and shrugged

"So have the three of you come to your verdict?" I asked,

"Yes, you're stuck with me love" he smiled, I nodded.

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"Can we do something that's actually useful?" I asked as Jacob was getting his ass handed to him in the ring,

"This is useful, love" he retorted as he avoided a swing by his opponent, I rolled my eyes,

"For you maybe. I'm just stuck here watching" I grumbled, he raised an eyebrow as he finished off his round and took his winnings,

"Your turn sweetheart" he smiled,

"You're joking right?" I asked as I stared at him, he mentioned the ring with a smirk plastered on his face, "You don't think I'll last long. I'll show you" I growled as I removed my overcoat and weapons before jumping into the ring, stretching out, I smirked as a brute hopped into the ring acting all cocky,

"Come on, I'll let you hit me first" he chuckled, I raised an eyebrow as he put his hands behind his back,

"Bad mistake" I commented before swinging a right hook into his face rendering him unconscious, "Whose next?!" I called out to the crowd as the brute was removed.

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I sighed in relief as the last Blighter fell to the ground, Jacob and myself had gone to the 'head base' of the Blighters on the Thames, due them capturing a couple of Rooks, while we were here we thought we'd might as well take down the base too,

"You all okay?" I questioned the Rooks, they all nodded, I noticed Jacob walking over to us making me smile before my face dropped as a gunshot echoed through the air and Jacob was hit in the gut before a Blighter approached him from behind hitting him over the head with a pistol, rendering him unconscious as he fell into the river, my eyes widened in horror,

"Jacob!" I screamed darting towards the Blighter and decapitated them with my Kukris, before diving into the river, with the poor visibility under water I only just managed to see Jacob sinking to the bottom, I swam towards him and hooked his arm around my shoulders and swam upwards, I let out a large gasp of air as I broke the waters surface, I groaned as I shifted Jacob on to my back and swam to the waters edge, going under every now and then due to Jacob's dead weight on my back, I huffed as I clung on to a gap in the wall, trying my hardest to catch my breath, I noticed Jacobs top hat floating by earning an eye roll from myself as I knew he'd never let it go if I left his hat behind, I reached out and grabbed it before placing it on top of my head, I pulled Jacob to my side and lifted up his left arm with his grappling gauntlet, "Please work for the love of god" I mumbled as I aimed at the crane hanging over us, I let out a small cheer as it fired and hooked on to it, I retracted it slowly lifting us out of the River and got us on to the pavement, I laid Jacob on the concrete and assessed his gunshot wound, I removed his trench coat and my eyes widened at the blood "Shit!" I exclaimed and without thinking I removed my shirt and held it against the wound,

"There they are!" A Rook yelled as a carriage approached us with speed, I wrapped myself in Jacobs trench coat as they pulled up side of us,

"We need to get him back to the train now" I demanded.

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It had been a little over two weeks since the Thames incident with Jacob, he was still unconscious but Miss Nightingale said that it was for the best while he healed,

"Miss (Y/N)" A Rook greeted as he jogged up to me, I hummed still looking down at the newspaper, "Edith Swinebourne wants a fight for the Borough" he informed, I closed the newspaper, putting it to one side and lifted my head so he could see my face under Jacob's hat,

"Well, I best not keep her waiting" I smirked standing up, "Lively now Rooks" I chuckled as I lead them to the carriage which took us to the bridge where the fight would be occurring, I hopped out of the carriage and scoured the crowd of Blighters that were opposite to us, a small smile appeared on my face as I found my opponent, I removed Jacob's trench coat and hat from me before passing it on to a little Rook making their face light up, it didn't feel right just leaving it on his bedside not in use, I walked into the centre of the bridge as did she but with a bunch of Blighters, "Well this is hardly a fair match, Edith" I commented a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth,

"Get her" She ordered and the Blighters came to attack.

***

"My, my, my, you look perfect in my stuff" Jacob commented as he came into the train carriage that was my room, I turned to face him

"Since when did you wake up?!" I questioned going over to him giving him a hug,

"Just as you returned from winning the control of the Thames" He replied returning the hug,

"Well someone had to take over the Rooks while you was out and we both know Evie wouldn't have done anything" I shrugged making him nod in agreement, I went to remove his hat and coat but he stopped me,

"Keep them, they suit you" He smiled, I lowered my head hiding my blush from him with the hat, he chuckled before two of his fingers tilted my head up to look him in the eyes before he leaned in and placed a delicate kiss on my lips, "I think I'm in love with you (Y/N)" he confessed as pink dust appeared across his cheeks, I smiled cupping his face, he placed his larger hand over mine before kissing the palm.

***

A low groan escaped my lips as I came conscious,

"Ah my darling Fiancée, you've finally awoken just in time for our wedding" Starrick commented making my eyes widened as I fought against my restraints,

"You can think again if you ever thought I'd willingly marry you, Templar bastard" I spat, his face grew dark before he grabbed my face and held a knife to my cheek making me freeze,

"You're betrothed to me! You have no choice!" He snapped,

"Go to hell" I growled before head butting him in the nose making him yell in pain as he stumbled backwards, a stinging sensation came to my cheek, I knew that the knife had sliced me,

"I'll see you at the alter" he asserted before leaving, moments later two female Blighters came in with their rifles along with two Brutes, the Brutes untied me but kept a tight grip on me as we walked in a similar direction to Starrick, the Sniper ladies followed behind aiming at me incase I tried to escape, my eyes widened as we turned and I was being walked down the isle, we reached Starrick and the brutes removes their grips from me as he took a hold of my hands the guns were still aimed at me, throughout the service my eyes were darting around the room trying to find something to help me out,

"Miss (L/N)?" The Pastor asked gaining my attention again, "Do you take Crawford Starrick to be your husband?" He questioned,

"I don-"

"Yes she does" Starrick answered cutting me off as he squeezed my hands,

"Very well, if anyone can show just cause why this couple cannot lawfully be joined together in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace" The Pastor announced, I lowered my head knowing that I was doomed, I was going to be a personal prisoner to Starrick for the rest of my life, the doors slammed open and Rooks filed into the room taking down the Blighters,

"I object!" Jacob yelled making me smile before yanking my hands from Starrick's grip, shoving one of the brutes into the ladies behind me and the other into Starrick then made a break for Jacob, he pulled me to his side as we looked towards Starrick but he was no longer there, "I think you dropped something" Jacob commented as he held my hat in his hands, I rolled my eyes at him before he placed it on my head, I pulled him closer to me by his coat and kissed him, earning cheers from the Rooks.

#jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #Assassin's Creed #Assassin's Creed Syndicate #Assassin #evie frye #Henry Green

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itseivwhore · 5 years ago

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|Jacob Frye x Reader| (smut)

I just noticed that,on there on Tumblr,there are few smuts about Jacob (biggestliethatIevertold),and well...LATELY I HAVE SEEN SO MANY ONE SHOTS ABOUT HIM AND AND I COULDNT HELP MYSELF VA BENE?Understand me.But hey...only one little (hahah,sure,this is so long,so get comfy and take your time) smut will not hurt anyone,right? ;) Also,this is my first time publishing an One-Shot on Tumblr so huh,if this one will go well,why not,I can also publish the other I have already on Wattpad.Who knows.So sì,enjoy ;)

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• Jacob Frye • |Pleasure|

The prompt for this one:""It was...funny,I have to admit it"

*kindly reminded that the gif is not mine ^^ *

The sharp sound of a horse's hooves and the thunderous sound of the wheels of a carriage suddenly resonated in that dark avenue,illuminated only and exclusively by the soft and ashy light of the moon that,emerging from behind the grey clouds,appeared again after a heavy downpour.The two female Assassins were side by side,patiently waiting for the arrival of the carriage that would take them to Buckingham Palace,where there would be a dance,in which also and especially the Grand Master Templar Starrick would participate:it was the only good opportunity to kill him,and prevent him from taking possession of the Piece of Eden,which for a long time the female twin was looking for.

Evie,constantly with a serious and composed face,had her arms crossed to the chest,triggering her eyes ice color to the right and left;despite being so cruel and thoughtful,the delicate and sober red dress that she wore made her look even more beautiful,if possible.

Y/n instead,unlike her friend,had a serene and relaxed face while she was busy looking at her image reflected in a puddle of water in front of her,but trying with all her heart not to be seen anxious: she felt tremendously vulnerable without her faithful weapons,and also felt very clumsy in that f/c dress she was wearing at that time,limiting her to do even some simple gestures and actions.

"Of course he'd arrive in that" the bitter and deep voice of Evie interrupted the religious silence that embraced the two women,resonating in some infinite echoes in that isolated alley.Y/n quickly raised her head,stopping to look at her twisted reflection on that puddle,thus managing to see the expression to say the least annoyed and sassy of the Assassin:following her gaze,the young woman leaned her careful gaze on the carriage that,pulled by a white horse and led by a sad coachman,with a calm pace,stopped in front of them.

Sergeant Abberline,dressed in the clothes of the Royal Guard that the male twin had previously given him,came out of the carriage and stopped in front of the two women,immediately assuming a straight posture.On his face appeared even a small and almost invisible,satisfied and proud smile,to say the least,when he found himself being subjected to the eyes of the Assassins.

"Miss Frye,Miss L/n" the Sergeant politely greeted,slightly lowering his head as a sign of respect,his low and purely gentle voice that gently raised the corners of her mouth in a genuine smile.

But the sound of other steps caught her attention,making her head turn quickly;and her heart immediately stopped beating,when her gaze rested on that of the younger twin:Jacob,standing in front of the carriage door,was dressed in a simple but at the same time elegant and attractive black evening dress,all completed by a white shirt and a simple red scarf that he had slightly but correctly,tied around his neck.

No type of top hat was placed on his head,revealing in this way his almost wild hair that,well combed,he had arranged with care,unlike all the other times that fell on the sides of his face.But the eyes of the young woman did not stray from that simple red scarf that,with all hee regret,prevented her from seeing a part of his chest that,most of the time,he kept slightly exposed.

And an invisible and almost transparent veil of nostalgia stood in front of her e/c eyes when,continuing to look at that scarf,she thought back to his ruffled tie that,usually,he kept almost hanging from his neck in a sloppy and casual way:immediately she found herself thinking,remembering,the hundreds and almost endless times that she pulled him vehemently to herself through that tie,violently matching their mouths in passionate and ardent kisses.

But after returning with her feet on the ground and after stopping to remember those sweet and not chaste memories,the young woman raised a blushing look on his face and,finally and with so much excitement and emotion from the male Assassin,their eyes met:if before she felt vulnerable and helpless without her weapons,when Jacob began to scrutinize her intensely and deeply with those two dark hazel eyes,she felt nothing short of naked before his. penetrating gaze.

The younger Frye teamed her from head to toe with a look that,from strangely composed and serious,immediately became veiled with malice,desire and even lust when he saw her in that f/c dress:it was the first time in his life that he saw Y/n wearing a dress,as he was always used to seeing her in pants and dresses of Assassin.It was a simple dress,which highlighted her hips and her delicate curves and that,with his supreme pleasure,put in plain sight her chest;and many times,unconsciously,his starving gaze fell on the neckline of the dress,stopping even a few moments to scrutinize it carefully,even fantasizing and making some sinful thoughts,and then resume the light of reason and move his evidently embarrassed look elsewhere.

He wanted her tremendously,never as this time,he felt the desire,the irrepressible and unique need to touch every part and hidden corner of the body,savor her lips and everything she had to offer.He wanted to make her his own and his only,in all ways possible to him.And he would have done so at that precise moment,of it had not been for the presence of his sister and Freddy,who meanwhile,while the two were busy scrutinizing intensely and sinking into each other's eyes,looked at them with confused air,waiting patiently.

Evie,raising her eyes to the sky in an almost exasperated and tired gesture,sonorously lightened her voice in such a way as to gain the attention of the two lovers.Slamming his eyelids a couple of times, he shifted his gaze from that of Y/N,and then give a annoyed expression to his sister.

"Hand him your weapon.We must enter unarmed" suddenly uttered Jacob with a serious voice,pointing to Abberline with a vague gesture of the hand who,when he was nominated,jumped at attention,then turned to the famale Frye.

She did not open her mouth and not a single word left her lips,limiting herself only to pointing with a straightforward gesture of the hand to a leather bag that,standing on the ground next to her,contained her arms and clothes.Then, after casting a look to say the least cold and flat at Jacob,she began to walk with fast and plush steps towards the carriage,and then enter in and sit down.Y/n looked at her with a confused but also sorry air:the female twin,most likely,was still very thoughtful and even shaken by the ugly and violent quarrel she had with her twin.

The male Assassin waited for her partner to come inside,after politely and kindly placing her hand to help her get on,but as soon as her soft and delicate skin came into contact with that of his rough and calloused hands,his heart lost some beats.The young woman smiled at him gently,even winking at him....and,he was wrong,or was also a persuasive and sensual gesture,what he saw?So,braking with all the strength that could possess that immense desire to pull her to himself,to say the least selfishly,he sighed slightly before entering,closing the door and give a tap to the roof of the carriage,giving a sign to the coachman to move.

The journey was quite short and silent,but an evidently heavy and even aggressive atmosphere lingered in the carriage between the two twins Assassins who,sitting facing each other,trying with all themselves not to meet their looks:the female looked distractedly out of the window,sighing thoughtfully from time to time;the male,to slightly dampen that strange and uncomfortable situation,began to tell with no small dose of grit how he managed to steal the tickets and the carriage from Gladston,stopping suddenly to make bitterly ironic comments when he saw,with the corner of his eyes,some bizarre clothes of old ladies with strange hats walking through the streets of London....thus obtaining some purely amused laughter from the young woman.

And every time he heard her laughing in such an amused way and joyfully smiling at what he said,he could not deny that he felt a great pride growing inside him,knowing that it was him and only him who gave birth to a smile on those rosy lips.And,if the atmosphere between the twins was totally cold and flat,between Jacob and Y/n it was totally the opposite:all they did was look intensely and deeply,digging into each other's eyes in search of a common,intimate and sensual feeling that made them increase the beating of their hearts and that made their soul burn strongly.

He,who did nothing but look at the neckline of Y/n with veiled eyes with what the young woman distinguished was malice and lust,torturing his hands in a persistent and continuous way,moving his leg frantically and in a very nervous way to say the least.

She,who kept biting her lower lip between her teeth until a few drops of blood came out,looked with her deep e/c irises head-to-toe at Jacob with short breath.Both of whom were forcibly holding back,fighting with all their willpower,the unstoppable desire to throw themselves into each other's arms and show their hidden love,which would soon emerge.

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The carriage suddenly slowed down its pace until it stopped in front of the big gate at the west entrance of Buckingham Palace,and the three Assassins knew that they had finally arrived at their destination.Y/n peered slightly and discreetly from outside the window,seeing that one of the two guards on either side of the gate approached their carriage with quick steps.The coachman then,as soon as the guard approached and nodded at him with his head,stretched his arm and showed him the tickets.The Royal Guard,after examining them quickly,stretched his hand towards the carriage after taking a fleeting look inside this.

"Go on in,sir and madam" he proclaimed with a high and authoritative tone,taking a few steps back as soon as the carriage began to move and the three Assassins took the liberty of breathing again,taken slightly by anxiety at the thought that something might go wrong.But Y/n,once again looking out of the window,recognized two figures:it was the Gladstone couple who,waiting,quarrelling and trying to persuade the second Guard.

"What in the blazes is our carriage doing here?" Mr. Gladstone's loud,radiant and hoarse voice quickly reached the young woman's ears,rumbling in the air as if it was a thunder,when he realized that his personal carriage was right there.Almost immediately Y/n threw an accomplice and amused look at Jacob who,in response,lifted a corner of his mouth in a smug and mocking smile,assuming a sly expression and to say the least proud while he put even more comfortable on the upholstered seats.

The carriage passed through the high and imposing gates,continuing its way with a slow and calm pace,finally arriving at its destination.Other carriages were in front of them,thus forming a long and quiet queue that flowed.Y/n looked with curious eyes but also attentive to everything around hernobles and old women with obviously expensive clothes walked arm in arm with their husbands;royal guards inspected and scrutinized everything and everyone with a cold and flat look,standing still and silent at their respective places.

And while the young woman was intent on looking out of the window with an absorbed and attentive air,Jacob's voice suddenly reached her ears,making her turn to his side as a result.

"Did I hear something?" he asked with a purely curious voice,narrowing his eyebrows in a confused expression while he was looking intently at his twin;but the young Assassin managed to distinguish what was irony and excitement that made his hazel eyes sparkle quickly.

"No.Just the voices in your own head" his sister answered him coldly,not even deserving him of a look,because too busy,even her,to scrutinize from the window.Meanwhile,their carriage was reaching the entrance of a small living room which would lead to the courtyard,where the ball would take place.

"And yet,they are so much more pleasant than yours" Jacob replied with a loud voice and in a cheeky way,smiling brazenly and purely amused when he saw his sister raising her eyes to the sky in a gesture to say the least exasperated.

All of a sudden their carriage stopped suddenly,stopping in front of the main entrance,faithfully kept under control by the guards who,being on both sides of the door,were motionless and impassive.Opening the door,Evie was the first to come out of the carriage and quickly Y/n followed her,being careful not to stumble and not to get tangled in that large and even cumbersome f/c dress.

"Charming" the older twin scolded him in a paternal and annoying tone,taking some slow steps forward while already inspecting with discreet air the place around her.

"Aren't I?" the younger twin puffed with a proud,sardonic and insolent voice,also coming down from the carriage,but Y/n,with the corner of her eye,was able to see something that made her very curious:Jacob,cautiously and quickly,made a gesture to say the least inviolable to the coachman and then mimicked something with his mouth that, unfortunately,she could not understand.

"I shall go and find the Piece of Eden" Evie suddenly proclaimed,her ice-colored eyes full of determination and which she made pass coldly from her brother to her friend.

"As you whish.I am off to meet Freddie" he answered her with a flat and neutral tone,making a vague sign with his hand,indicating the roofs.

"Y/n,you'll come with me" Evie said,turnimg to her friend with a calm and gentle voice,a light and ghost of a smile that lightly illuminated her face covered with freckles when she received confirmation from the young woman.Giving one last and quick,sospicious look at her brother,she turned around and,with fleecy and fast steps,began to walk on the long and velvety red carpet to the garden,from where she could already destine a music,which did as if from a delicate background to that heavy atmosphere.

And Y/n,without turning around and giving one last sweet smile to her lover,made to move and follow her friend in the garden,but a strong and rough hand suddenly grabbed her by the wrist and immediately her back slammed not a little violently against someone's wide chest.The young Assassin,thinking that ot might be an enemy,began to struggle to escape the grip that,on the contrary,did nothing but strengthen and tighten more:but her heart,if it was palpitating quickly before almost wanted to get out of her chest,began to calm down and the anxiety and fear that had grazed her before,disappeared immediately when that hand began to weaken the iron grip on her.

And then the young woman,almost immediately,recognized that gentle,delicate and unique touch,which always made her feel protected and safe and that among a thousand others would easily recognize:that familiar,velvety and special touch of the hand that slid slowly and sensually on her side,this time attracting her gently to himself.

"Oh,ts,ts,love,where are you going?" hundreds and if not endless and eternal shivers ran down her back,when Jacob's deep,low and hoarse voice reached her ear.Y/n tried in vain to get out of his grip,so as to see his face and try,in some way,to understand what he had in mind;but before the young woman could only open her mouth,a single word could not leave her lips,because the Assassin preceded her lightly.

"Before going...what about to stay a little bit more inside the carriage...only with me?" he whispered,when Jacob's deep, low,hoarse voice reached her ear and the female Assassin could hear and distinguish what was a smile in his tone.

"The both of us...all alone,with no one else..."Jacob continued,whispering soothingly,a malicious suggestion in his voice,then began to rub his bearded cheek on the smooth skin of her neck as if to persuade her,leaving a single but wet kiss behind her ear while,imprudently,he wandered his hands along her back:his fingers played with the tight laces of the woman's f/c dress,then began to untie the knots that kept them tied to each other.

Y/n,with a sudden force that was born inside her,managed to escape from his temptress taken and,turning on his side,took a few steps back to carefully scrutinize his face:his hazels and deep eyes had been strangely obscured by a thick veil that,unfortunately,did not allow her to understand well his true intentions.But the female Assassin was able to distinguish a glimmer that shone ardently and lightly in his orbits,when his eyes rested,for the umpteenth time in that endless evening,on her neckline,and,as if that were not enough, the corners of his lips rose in a mischievous and luxurious and amused when,after making a nod with his head pointing to the inside of the carriage,received a look to say the least shocked by his lover.

So,looking at him with her eyebrows narrowed in an expression of disapproval,she proclaimed authoritatively:

"I hope that you're just joking,we really can't do this before the mis...J-Jacob!" and if her voice,at the beginning,was high,proud and determined,when the male twin quickly and suddenly took her by the arm and shove her inside the carriage,became nothing less than a sharp,purely surprised and amazed exclamation.

Her head hit hard against the leather seats,but did not cause her any pain,just closing her eyes for a few moments.But as soon as she heard that the carriage all of a sudden began to move with a fast pace and so moving away from the entrance of the garden,Y/n opened her eyelids and immediately from her mouth came out another amazed exclamation when,in front of and above hee,she found Jacob,who looked at her with the malice that was now clearly visible in his eyes.

Bringing a hand to her chest as if to calm her fierce heartbeat,Y/n sighed heavily and then returned to watch the younger twin with serious and cold eyes,whose task was to conceal the fear but also the desire and need that she yearned for as ardently as he did.

"You really had to choose an occasion like this,to do...do..." she started to stammer with a slightly trembling voice,thus transcending the serious and authoritative expression that had shown before,somewhat to scare Jacob,who did nothing but chuckled purely amused,a deep laugh that made him vibrate his chest,as the woman seemed surprised and amazed at that time.

Shaking his head slightly,he stood on top of her quickly,sitting on the front seat,getting comfortable while watching her get up and adjust her dress slightly.

"To do what?" asked the male Assassin,raising an eyebrow in a questioning expression when he saw her lover suddenly closed in silence:she was intensely intent on watching his hands untie the light and sloppy knot of that red scarf around his neck,and then take it off permanently with a raised sigh and throw it to the side.

"So?" he inquisitioned her again,his purely curious voice,patiently waiting for hee answer,slightly widening the neck of the white shirt,revealing even more in this way his collar bones.Y/n could not do anything,except looling carefully at his face,her e/c eyes which,with great satisfaction from the young Frye,began to shine intensely with what was,of course,lust.

"You know well what,Jacob" she finally replied in a low voice,her slightly bored tone,noisily swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat,not removing her eyes from the hazel ones of him,thus arousing his hilarity.

"Care to englight me,my dear?" he replied with a mocking tone,half-closing his eyes in two slits and tilted his head slightly to the side,raising a corner of his mouth in a presumptuous smile,appetizing while playing slowly with the small buttons of the shirt he was wearing.

A sudden and unnatural silence took possession of the two Assassins who,silent and motionless as if they were statues,looked into each other's eyes, digging deeply into them.The sound of the horse's hooves no longer resounded in echoes in the dark alley where,now,the carriage was,not even the snaps of the whips of the coachman were most audible.Only a silence that,heavy,to say the least chilling and touchable,hovered between them,mixing with a visible and palpable lust and desire.The same silence that was interrupted,after the time that seemed eternally infinite,by a sudden,noisy and hasty steps,which gradually faded and disappeared in the darkness of the evening.

Y/n,suspicious of who those steps might be,moved in the direction of the window and,slightly moving the small red velvet curtains that covered the glass,she managed to see the curved figure of the coachman who,after a few moments,vanished into the cold embrace of darkness.So,closing the curtains,she turned again towards him,still firm and motionless,starting to look at him with an unscratchable look but,at the same time,intensely and overflowing with lust.

"I'm waiting" he was aware of everything,and they were both aware,they were more than sure they knew what they wanted:after all,she had no way out,if not to submit,succumb and willingly suffer what he had in store for her.

In a fast,lightning and clever movement,the young woman catapulted into the arms,ready and already open of the younger twin,towering in this way above him,taking strongly his soft bearded face between her hands,bringing closer their faces:their mouths suddenly joined in a passionate, ager and vehement kiss,born from the fervent and unstoppable need that both had within themselves and that,since they had placed their deep looks on each other,they had tried irresistibly to stop in some vain way.

While the two lover were still intent on showing their love and sensual need,Y/n came even closer to him,feeling the need to be closer to his body,almost wanting to melt and merge with him;her hands wandered from his face,behind his neck,pulling his brown locks of hair slightly when him,moving his chapped lips from the ones of her rosy on her neck,began to bite it slightly,thus leaving violet marks and signs:which he looked with a look certainly not lacking in satisfaction and pride.

The woman tilted her neck to the side,so as to give more space to him and his greedy lips and,although the space in which they was tight and uncomfortable,she wanted to create a kind of friction between them:she raised his legs and twisted them around the hips of young Frye but,making that gesture,the edges of the f/c dress she was wearing were torn off immediately,arousing concern and nervousness of her.

"Damn" Y/n whispered,taking a quick look at her dress,now split in two,allowing a glimpse of her legs.

"Don't worry about it,love.I would have torn it up sooner or later" Jacobwhispered in response with an hoarse,husky voice,not turning his eyes away from her neckline that,again and in a strange and tempting way,called him.But time was running out and him,despite his displeasure,could not undress her of everything and make her his in a properly way,as he had always wanted and dreamed.

So,taking the fact of the torn half-dress and of her temptress s/c skin who could glimpse from the torn edges as an unequal opportunity,Jacob silently slipped a hand on her thigh,while he jumped back on her mouth,yearning for another fervent kiss,hungered her lips.His calloused fingers caressed her smooth sc skin with a light,velvety and delicate touch,giving her shivers all along her back,making her almost tremble and losing her patience when his agile hand reached her inner thighthen going back up and starting his torture again.

But surely,even her hands did nothing but wander over his body:from gently caressing his face,to pulling his hair tightly behind his neck when,very often now,his fingers pressed insistently against the fabric of her underwear,making her swallow a throaty moan.And,somewhat to take a revenge,she quickly and vehemently tugged at his black overcoat,thus removing it,making him remain in nothing but his white shirt and his pants.

"S-stop te-teasing m-me,J-Jacob ..." Y/n stammered in a feeble and broken voice,her tone like a weak plea close to his ears.

"Oh and why?I'm enjoying seeing you like that,Miss" Jacob replied with a falsely curious voice,a note of malice and pure pleasure in seeing her suffer,waiting for him in such a heartbreaking way.And the female Assassin clearly could hear the smirk in the voice of the male,though she could not see it as his face was still and almost sunk in her collar bones.

"C-can you c-close y-your m-mouth f-for o-once...?" the young woman then murmured,and a load groan of pure dissatisfaction left her parted lips quickly and suddenly when his fingers,which had slipped inside her already soaked underwear,came out of it.But she did nothing but tie more strongly her legs around him,almost clinging desperately to his shoulders,which she held tightly with her sweaty hands.

"As you whish.But that's really a pity" proclaimed the younger twin with a sad voice and nothing short of disappointed,smiling in a cheeky way againts her skin,completely covered with red and purple marks and signs.

"W-why...?" Y/n asked with a thread of a voice,a barely audible whisper after which,for a few moments that seemed eternally endless,fell for the umpteenth time in that evening,an inhuman silence.

All of a sudden,Jacob slowly lifted his head out of her neck and finally their eyes,equally overflowing with lust,malice and desire,met and chained each other,digging deeply.His intense hazel eyes glistened with desire,while her e/c ones sparkled with adoration and love,other than passion.Then,if possible still in a slower way,he began to lean toward her cheek,until his lips touched her earlobe,his beard that tickled her slightly.

"Because that mouth can do many things,love" and her heart lost some beats,she stopped completely beating quickly in her chest,when he whispered that to her ear in a tempting,sensual way,as if admitting a persuading and sinful mischievous thought.Y/n noisily swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat,continuing to look at his hazel orbs with a look lost in nowhere;hundreds and if not millions of thoughts circulated confusingly around her head,fogging her mind if it wasn't for the hand of Jacob who,delicate,leaned on his hips,caressing him with his thumb.

"Surprise me" the young woman suddendly spoke,in her tone of voice distracting security,in her and e/c eyes the firm decision and,her face,full of immense confidence and endless,vast love for him who,with the same cunning and intense eyes,looked at her in an absorbed way.

"As the ma'am wants" he replied immediately,almost and to say the least submitting to the will of his woman,ready to show her how much love,kindness and passion he had in store for her.

So,by matching again their lips where their tongues joined in a sensual and lively dance,Jacob in a quick gesture,made her lie down along the leather seats,with him above her.And while he was towering over her,with both hands at the sides of her face,he began to leave a trail of light kisses along her face,neck and chest;his touch like the one of a feather on her smooth and delicate skin,tracing with his finger tips her curves under the dress,which was quickly moved and rolled up to her knees by the same hand.

Leaving his lips off his s/c skin in a lazy and painful way to say the least,Jacob began to slip further and further down,until he found himself kneeling between the legs of the female Assassin,placed both his callouses and big hands on her knees and slowly began to open them,his fingers caressing her knees in the meantime while his eyes did not leave even for a moment her e/c ones....until,once her legs were open enough,the younger Frye lowered his gaze on her still clothed womanhood,and then raised a corner of his mouth in a mischievous and impudent smile.

Y/n,who in the meantime was holding herself slightly up thanks to the elbows she had placed on the seats,watched his hands disappear under her dress,from which Jacob immediately kicked out her underwear,which he threw away in a sloppy and unheeding way.And she began to become impatient,anxious,wanting that moment to come once and for all,not wanting him to make her wait in such a tremendous,almost painful way...everything about her,in her and in her body,showed the impatience,the will and the need that she strongly felt,and he pleasantly contributed to this in a shameless way:he was doing it on purpose.

The girl began to shake slightly for the strange and unique emotion that was born inside her,when she finally saw Jacob's head disappear under her dress;a ghost of a smile made her smile when she heard the soft sideburns of him tickling her inner thighs;a throaty and low moan escaped her from her parted lips when she perceived his warm and serene breath over her womanhood.She was tired of waiting,and he knew it.

"J-Jacob..." and immediately after the umpteenth,but last but not least,low and pleading moan came out of her lips,he made the first contact with her aching and already quite wet womanhood which,although done with extreme kindness and delicacy,made the young woman moan out loud,throwing her head back.

She bit her lower lip with force,almost dropping out a few small drops of blood,beginning to moan more and more and in an ever higher way when he began to kiss and lick her most intimate and sensitive part,moving with wet movements further down,touching her folds,poking them with his tongue,sucking and biting them sometimes.And if before his mouth,his movements were gentle and soft on her womanhood,in no time and when he realized that his lover wanted more and more,they became faster,more passionate,almost as if he was hungry for her.

Never in her whole life had Y/n experienced unique and unthinkable sensations like those she was experiencing now;the same emotions,the same immense and boundless pleasure that he was giving her:it was impossible,simply extraordinary and,to say the least,strange of how Jacob was able to make her feel those sensations;it was impossible like him,and only him,made her beat her heart crazy,made her tremble.The young woman's mind,now,was nothing more than immersed in total chaos,just fixed to the thought of him in the middle of her legs,his tongue which was delving into her depths,his fingers that were busy to rub and caress the residence of her nerves.

The same finger that,moving from her clit,crawled along her wet folds,and then slipped inside her,her thight walls stretching around his finger,which started to slide in and out of her,causing the young woman to moan and groan in completely pleasure.

She arched her back,bucking her hips up,taking his head and bringing him even closer to her womanhood,almost trapping him between her legs.Jacob,on the other hand,as long as he was too busy and concentrated to give the best of himself for her,groaned a bit and then grabbing with his free hand one of her hips and pin them again on the seat,holding them vehemently.

"Ahh,J-Jacob...p-please...yes!" she whispered in a murmur,and then cried out in a blisfull pleasure,gripping his brown locks with a weak force.The young Frye,with that cry almost desperate but full of lust,deteached a bit from her aching and needy womanhood to get up a bit and look at her expression:her forehead was full of small but numerous drops of sweat that quickly ran along her skin,her chest - damn that neckline - that rose and fell continuously,panting,her open rosy lips from which came out many moans.

And it was totally useless to deny it to himself,but he was immensely proud to know that it was him who had given birth to those expressions,those emotions within her:that he was the only man in London,and most probably in the whole world,who could have her,who could love her,who could touch her,who could kiss her,who could taste her.

Then,seeing her face being contracted and trasformed with grimaces of pleasure,he decided to inserts a second finger,also returning with his head down amd adding more pleasure again.And,as her voice did nothing but increase,her moans just a loud scream which shattered like broken glass on the small walls of the carriage,he slides a third finger in.Curling his fingers inside her to try to touch that special spot,residency of her uncoming orgasm.

His lips,fiery,his hands,skilfull,his movements,fast.The same lips that were like fire on her most delicate and sensitive area,which sent endless shivers along her spine;his fingers,fast and light,came out and entered into her repeatedly,hundreds of times.

"Come for me,love" a low,hoarse and husky murmur suddenly reached Y/n's ears,a single delicate and yet authoritative whisper,obligation in the midst of moans,grunts and pants of her;and finally,after minutes that seem endless hours,the young woman reached her most absolute pleasure and that she would ever feel,trembling and wheezing like never before,a violent and vehement wave of emotions overwhelmed her as she clung to Jacob as if he was her only reason for salvation.

Throwing her head back for the umpteenth time on the comfortable seats on which she was still lying,the girl was lulled and let go to the horde of those feelings that flowed quickly in her veins:she felt alive,she felt energetic even if,at the same time,she was dying from fatigue,closing her eyes for a few seconds,trying to catch her breath,the lungs that burned in her chest,her dry throat,the muscles of the legs that begged for mercy.

She reopened her eyes again,making her gaze wander through the whole carriage:Jacob's red scarf,together with his black overcoat,was leaning in a sloppy and disorderly way along the other seat;the windows,still kept slightly darkened by the red velvet curtains,were tarnished.Then,she placed her tired but satisfied gaze on Jacob's smug and brazen face,beginning to look at him with gratitude as she carefully scrutinized his face:his nose and his beard were slighlty wet and coated with her juices,which made the young woman's cheeks quite red;his hair,now no longer tidy as they were before,fell on his face and in front of his eyes.

Once again they fell into a religious silence,if it had not been for her that was still slowly panting,trying in vain to calm her heartbeat.The passion,the desire,the smell of sweat and her strong colony hovered in the atmosphere,palpable,while the two lovers still looked intensely in the eyes,talking only and only with the use of the gaze.But the only thing,the only sound that interrupted that grave silence was a generous and pure 'thank you' said with a faint and calm voice by Y/n,and a light and delicate kiss by Jacob above her lips.

***Bonus!***

"Nha ah ah...where do you think you're going?" Jacob suddenly asked with a purely surprised tone,stopping the female Assassin who was about to come out of the carriage,frowning his eyebrows.

"Coming with you,perhaps?" Y/n replied in a wise tone,raising an eyebrow in an obvious way as she cast some suspicious glances around her.

"No,you don't even think about it,where do you want to go in a ripped dress?" he exclaimed with a loud voice,pointing with both hands at the torn edges of her f/c dress,making a small grimace with his mouth.

"Certainly it's not my fault" she defended herself promptly,putting on him a serious and composed look while he laughed amused.

"It seems that someone jumped on you...well,technically it's true" said the younger twin with a low tone,winking at a smile presumptuous and brazen,almost still mischievous.She loved his playful jokes,he could always give her a smile or make her laugh,even and especially in the most inconvenient moments.

"Wait here until I come back with the clothes and weapons,then you can come with me" Jacob calmly explained,pointing with a nod of the head to the carriage,smiling confidently and then take her hand,bring it near his mouth and put a quick and light kiss on the back, starting to walk away.

"Oh and...how was it,love?" the voice of male Assassin stopped her before she could enter the carriage again,and she turned in his direction,barely distinguishing the figure of him who was confused perfectly with the darkness of the evening.The girl lowered her head and,for a few moments remained silent,thinking of his question;then,raising her head and looking at him,se said:

"It was...funny,I have to admit it" Y/n confessed with a high and decisive voice,enough to be heard by him in the distance,smiling in a purely happy and sincere,blushing slightly at the memory of what happens a few moments earlier.

"Only funny?How disappointing!" the young Frye exclaimed loudly,bringing a hand to his heart in a gesture to say the least theatrical,pretending a wounded and disappointed expression:but he betrayed himself when,suddenly,a pure and amused laugh left his lips,which the light breeze that was in that evening carried to her,who joined his laughter.

And as he ran away,holding his red scarf tightly in his hand and giving it a few glances,Jacob chuckled for the umpteenth time,shaking his head slightly.

"Funny...next time we'll see if it'll be funny" he murmured to himself, sneering mischievously.

And who knows... maybe he had something in mind.And maybe,most likely,Y/n will try and feel more than fun.

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Okay,okay,let's take a breath.Done?Okay,bene...now,if you all don't mind,I want your honest opinion on this chapter,because it's the first time for me writing a smut,sooo...yes,I would like to know how it came out,if you liked it,because maybe...if this turned out good,I might write more with other characters,who knows...*wiggle eywbrows*.

And now,after all this and after that I died from too much embarrassment after writing that loooong chapter...addio!

(Also,I would have liked to tag someone for this,maybe some Jacob fans but uh,I pratically know no one here?Apart from two or three people.So,sorry not sorry gents ;/ )

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littlefrenchfryesblog · 5 years ago

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Visitor Students (Part 2)

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader

Characters: Jacob Frye, Evie Frye, Ethan Frye, Henry Green, Arbaaz Mir, Kaur Pyara, Ezio Auditore, Maria Auditore, Claudia Auditore, Mario Auditore, Arno Dorian, Elise De La Serre, Edward Kenway, Connor Kenway

Modern AU

Summary: The reader lives in Turkey (The reason I choose this country because I want the reader to talks a language that none of the characters can speak or understand.) And the characters visited the school, that reader studies. The reader studies in one of the most successful schools in Istanbul. Reader and reader's friends have talents just like Assassins. The reader meets with visitor students. But the thing she didn’t know is the reader’s dad is the friend of Ethan Frye.

Note: (T/I/Y/W/T/P) = The Instrument You Want To Play

(Y/N) = Your Name

(L/N) = Last Name

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From now on I will have some songs to you guys to read my stories with!! So, can you open the song from One Direction - Story Of My Life Luv You All!!

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We continue to talk with Jacob when I told him how many things our teacher can do with a pencil, he just surprised. Because our teachers did not just write with a pencil. They can throw them in air and catch 'em in the same place and they can do that forever. And they are not stopping, not fail, every time. And so many things like that. That conversation starts when Jacob saw in his Twitter a text but it was Turkish so he wants me to translate it, and of course, I said ''Yes'' because how can I say no to his smirk and those hazel eyes of his. I look to the text message, it says ''Avrupa'da avukatlık okuyorum, Galatasaray Lisesi mezunuyum ve önüme geçen her testin tamamını doğru yapabiliyorum, sizin yetenkleriniz nedir?'' I looked to the text message with impressed and Jacob quickly realizes it and said ''What was it, love?'' I said ''Damn, this girl is so successful. It says ''I study to be a lawyer in Europe, I graduated from Galatasaray High school and I could solve any questions that come in front of me. What is your talent guys? And Galatasaray High School is the most successful school in Turkey. If you want to get into that school you should at least get the LGS exam full correct and all of your subjects and exams should be 100 and it means in your education system A+.'' When I told him that he was impressed. And I continued ''So, what is your talent, Jacob Frye?'' And he smirks at me and I felt a heat goes to my cheeks. I hide my cheeks with the sleeve my loose sweater. He looks at me and says with a grin and a smirk ''Well (Y/N) (L/N) I can fight so deadly and I can take aim from so far and I can shoot my target from there.'' He looks at me like he asks me to say him my talent. And I realized he is quite sexy. When I realize it he asks with his low voice ''So, (Y/N) (L/N) what is your special talent?'' I answered him with nervus. ''Well, Jacob Frye I can remember everyone's teacup on an occasion that includes 100 people. And I don't think I have another talent.'' He still looks at me with one of his elbows on the kitchen counter, and he said to me when I just finish my sentence ''Lie. I saw the paintings you do, I heard you memorize everything you see and you prove it in the history class. And I saw your ballet and how you play (T/I/Y/W/T/P) in videos...'' He continued but After my dad calls me, I got the coffees and put them on a tray.

I went to the living room, give everyone coffee. And went back to the kitchen, I found Jacob looking at his phone with worry. He looks like some child on a swing and looks for the sky with worry when it rains.

''What happened? I just went to the living room to bring others coffee.'' He didn't react to me. I go near to him and I saw an emotion like... Like... Heartbreak?

''My ex...'' And I say with ''Oh...'' He continued ''I saw her story on Instagram.'' And he showed me the story for like five seconds ''As I say, she just gets over me...'' and he takes the phone to his direction and I stop him ''No, No, show that again.'' He looks to me with a smirk and gave me his phone. I looked again and I said ''I know this guy.'' I lead the phone between us and said ''Look for the man behind them. And look at the zippo he uses to light his cigarette. It has a Turkish flag on it. And if you look for the view it matches with the Barırköy coast. Wich is not a real coast. Wait, I know here. I was in there!'' And I took my coat from the chair.

''Wait!? What are you doing?'' I shout at him and I say ''If you want to see her, Quick! We don't have any time to waste''

When I saw that he is not making any move, I grabbed his hand and lead him to the outside. First-time my luck smiles to my face and I found a taxi. I told the driver where we should go and he shakes his hand and we start to go.

I looked to Jacob he looks like a villager who saw an alien. I said to him ''What?! Didn't you want this?'' He said when he stands straight. ''No... Well, maybe. But not like that.'' And when he said that we arrived. ''Too late.'' When I look back I saw he didn't move. He looks at me with a smirk and le relaxes more I shout at him ''Okey Mr. Sexy if you want to see her we need to go.'' And I picked his hand and lead him outside. When I lead him outside, he said with a huge, flirty and in my option sexy, smirk that sends a shiver down to my spine ''So, you think I'm sexy?'' I rolled my eyes and say ''Don't you dare start.''

When we arrived, I felt a huge pain in my stomach. And as a normal human, I cry for the pain I felt. And when I almost fell to the ground Jacob pick me and looked me in the eye. ''(Y/N)! Are you okay?!'' I said when I got up. ''Y-Yes, yes. I'm good.''

Shit.

This shouldn't happen here. Like a bad memory, It was two years earlier, my friends turn their back to me. They shoot me behind. And when I was alone at home. All I want is to be free. So I go to the window and I close my eyes then open them again, I thought that look was my last look to the world. The last thought I have was ''When people say you're worthless, that does not mean you are worthless. When people say you're a wrong person, that doesn't mean you're a wrong person. That's just prooves they are just stupid.'' And I jumped. But I didn't think I will live. But when I learned to make a child to me is nearly impossible, I want to die twice. And the doctors said to me ''You jumped to an iron bar. And the iron bar enters your stomach and damage the wall of the womb. So, you have a serious stitch. You shouldn't be in so hot and so cold.'' And if I will be somewhere like that it could bleed. For that, I take some pills to it. But I remember I forgot to take them today.

So, when I got up he was still looking at me so I showed him the girl named Teressa I think ''Look she is there! Let's go!'' And when we go near to them, I felt pain again and I touch the wound. I look to my hand again and when I looked, all I could saw was blood.

I got up and said to Jacob ''I'm in the toilet!''

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(Y/N) wnt to the toilet with panic in her eyes. So I started to look for Teressa. There is a man that looked familiar to me. Of course, That was Trevor, he is one of the popular guys in my old school.

I came closer to them and I start to hear the conversation they have. Trevor said ''I will make you happier than that Jacob. When I get his gang called Rooks, I will win.'' I start to get angry. How could he say something like that? Then they continue to that conversation, some people go to that table too. When I take a closer look I saw my traitor friends. They were the first Rooks and the first friends I have in middle school. The first one I met was Ed, I was best friends with him, then someday Nigel came and when I so busy with making a gang in school, I didn't realize they were hiding secrets from me and after that, they start to talk among themselves. And after all of the time they just... They just... Go...

After like thirty minutes I started to worry about where (Y/N) is. And I looked around for her. When I saw her she saw me too and she smiles at me.

She sat next to me and said with a warm smile ''So, what happened?'' And I look back to the crowd. And back to her. When I saw Teressa and Trevor kissing I just got up from the chair and start to walk over to the table Teressa and others are sitting. But when I feel something on my arm. It wasn't hurting me, when I look for it I saw it.

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I took Jacob's arm and when he looks back at me I saw something at his eyes, a child, broken and crying for help. And I saw it, his soul was wounded.

''Jacob, don't. If you will do that, you won't feel better than before. Believe me, they don't deserve someone perfect like you.'' He looked at me with sad eyes, ''How could you feel sure about that?'' I know that was an S.O.S. came from him, that no one looks for. ''Cause, I see it in your eyes. Let's just get out of here and I promise you we will talk about it.'' He just nodded. And we started to get out of the restaurant.

We walked a little bit and arrived at the rocky place on the coast. I jumped to the rocks and Jacob came behind me. When we sat to rock and look for the sea, I was the first one to talk. ''What happened? I mean when you look to them, you are not looking to them with anger or revenge ''What did they do to you, Jacob?'' He stopped a little bit. I was sure that he remembers the thing or things happened. I was just like a child who waits for her lollipop from her parents. He took a deep breath, ''It was two years ago, I have the most perfect friends around me. Or I was thinking like that. When I started high school, I was the most popular guy at school as usual. Come on, look to this face.'' And he shows me his face, I giggled ''And I planned to start a new gang. I joined all of the sports clubs I could join as possible, that's where I meet with Teressa, but that's another story. I was busy with my gang, and I think I get away from my friends. I still don't know how I didn't I get caught by teachers eye, I think that's Evie's thing. My friends start to ignore me, and '' When he didn't even finish his sentence I continue. ''Let me guess, and they tell you to move on and they finish their friendship with you, you start to feel like you are so weak and you are not enough for their attention. You became a depressive person, sometimes you feel numb and paralyzed. After some time you have new friends around you and you trust them very well. Is this how your story ends?'' His face looks like he was taken aback by my words. He just said ''Exactly.'' But I continued to my sentence I picked his hand and say ''Look, Jacob, people can be blind sometimes. Most of the time they don't see what's in front of them. If you're worried about you're not enough, all I can say to you is ''Enough to who and enough to whom?'' sometimes you see a beautiful person and an ugly person, you can say ''Wow! Look to the girl and look to the man with her he looks like her grandfather.'' and someone can say ''Wow! Look to the man and look to the woman with her. She isn't enough to him.'' so, don't forget, you are soo special, there is no other person like you. That means you don't need to worry about being enough for something or someone, cause you're always enough or more than enough. Ok? And you don't need to worry about the things you have a problem with. You can always come to me. Cause if you can't find a way to get out of them, maybe WE could find a way to get out of them.'' He looked to me with thankful eyes. ''I lived the same things too, so it looks like we share the same fate, Mr. Frye.'' I stood up and told him ''We can go now don't you think. We will have a lot of time to talk, Am I wrong?'' he stood up too and he said ''Oh, yeah lass.'' and he presses a thing in his hand and he moves to left a little bit and shows the car behind him. I ask with shock ''How did you?'' he said ''Oh, I have a lot of surprises.'' And he gave me his hand to help me get out of the rocky area.

When we got in the car, I feel like his eyes always are on me.

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When we were in the car, I couldn't get my eyes off of her. She was the only person who spoke to me like that. She was soo merciful, kind and positive. When I was thinking all of them at the same time, she opened the window and her hair was flowing with the wind and her eyes were closed. I could saw her smile on the wind came to her skin. She was like the stars. She lights more when it gets dark. I could just look at her and see the stars in her. So I wanted to make her close to the atmosphere, where she belongs. I opened the top window. And she quickly looked to it. She said ''Why you didn't tell me you have a top window in the car!?'' I said with the usual smirk on my face ''I said to you love, I'm full of surprises.'' And after that, I saw some drops on the window. When I look up to the sky, I was full of dark clouds and I started to realize the rain was started. The storms are coming. And when I looked to (Y/N), I saw she isn't at the place that she was sitting. And I looked to her legs. I saw she was climbed to the car's seat and she was out of the top window. I said her ''(Y/N)! It's raining! What are you doing!?'' She said back to me ''That's why it's soo fun!'' After those words, I saw her hair was wet, and she smiles the brighter than the sun at the storm. She was different. I felt something. But I didn't care about it. I was busy watching her. She said ''Can you pull over?'' when she sat back to her seat and I closed the top window. I asked her ''Why?'' and she looked to me with naughty eyes and she started to talk ''Just don't think about it! It's my surprise for you.'' and after that, I pull over. And she said ''I knew you like surprises.'' After that, she got out of the car and rut outside with her arms and hands open with a smile on her face. I got out of the car and I yell at her ''(Y/N)! What are you doing?'' when she heard that I yell at her she came back to the car and opened the song ''One Direction - The Story Of My Life '' and she got the voice level as high as possible then she took me from my hands and lead me to the pouring rain. Then she yelled at me ''Thought you were brave to walk under the rain, Mr. Frye'' Then she leave my hands and started to run. I said ''Oh, I am Ms. (L/N).'' and she yelled at me again ''So prove it, Mr. Frye! Catch me if you can!'' After that, I tried to clutch her.

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When she was running I heard a voice came from behind when I turned my back I saw a woman with an angelic voice and a long white dress. Then she started to talk ''Hello Jacob Frye, we need to talk.'' I asked her who is she, she answered me with kindness ''I have so many names. But...It was Minerva when I was dead.'' I remembered the name. And she continued ''I learned that you are always praying for Juno to show you what your soulmate is doing.'' I started to feel awkward and a little bit scared ''There is no need to be afraid of. We are not the gods. We are just the ones that came before. I just want to know why you are caring so much about your soulmate.'' I answered her ''I just want to know who she is.'' and she continued ''I know you are so connected to her even now but I think I could help you more than Juno and when you need to make a choice I need you to promise me, child, that you won't release her.'' and I was so excited and I promised her I won't release her. and she contınued to talk ''All I can tell you is you are so close to being with her. Goodbye, my child, we will talk again soon.'' And then she disappeared. I turned to real-life when I heard (Y/N) called me. ''Jacob? Are you okay?'' And she came more near to me. When she was trying to hold my shoulder I caught her and swing her around. When I sat her to the ground she giggled at me and she said ''No! That's not fair!'' and I catch her once again and said ''Oh, isn't is fair, love?'' And after that so many times and rouns of running and catching. When I tried to catch her again she stopped and I jumped to her back ''Gotchya!'' she put his finger to my mouth and continued to talk '' Yes, of course, dad. We are on our way! Bye!'' she looked back to me and giggled ''Your face is so funny right now cause, you realize my dad was on the phone'' and I answered her with a smirk on my face ''Oh is it?'' and I catch her again and raise her to the air. And she said ''Why we don't take photos?'' and we started to take photos. And when we went back to the car we looked at the photos and send them to each other.

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And we arrive back home with all of our wet hair and clothes we went to our rooms secretly. I told him that I will take a quick shower and I make a beeline to the bathroom. When the hot water hit my shoulder I was soo relaxed by the feeling. And my brain went back to Jacob again and again. I still don't know why I feel so attached to him but I thought that's because we lived the same things, the same infidelities, same problems. When I was thinking those things I got out of the shower and quickly changed my clothes. I wished everyone a good night and I pulled over by Evie and I told her everything we do, not the special parts, of course, and she told me that there is a very good harmony between us and she told me to be careful about her stupid twin, and after a little chit chat with Evie I went back to my room.

When I was nearly sleeping, I heard Jacob's voice that calling me. I opened my eyes and ''Jacob? Why aren't you sleeping?'' and he answered me with puppy eyes ''(Y/N) I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you cause Evie sleeps with Henry my dad is in another room and I have a problem with sleeping in a place that is new for me?'' When I saw nervous in his eyes I said ''Of course Jacob, you can sleep with me. That's not a problem.'' and I made a space for him to sleep and when he sleeps next to me, his face was full of peace.

I woke up again at 4 a.m. and I found Jacob sleeping on my chest and my hand was on his hair. And I use the opportunity of playing with his soft chocolate brown hair. When I was nearly sleeping I heard a whisper came from him ''Thank you (Y/N), sweet dreams.'' And I leave myself to the arms of sleep.

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ao3feed-assassinscreed · 5 years ago

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Modern AU: 40yr old! Jacob x Accidental Wife! Reader.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3abuXKO

by ZA_Black92

Jacob is the founder and CEO to Rook security Inc. He finds out his fiancee has cheated on him and ran off with the guy, while Y/n’s just been ditched at the alter by her fiancee who ran off with her best friend. She ends up at the same bar wallowing in their sorrow, they noticed each other sitting alone and drinking together and bashing their Exes till they blackout! The next morning the two wake up in a hotel room still clothed thankfully but married?! apparently in their drunken stupor they somehow found their way to a five minute wedding chapel, and thought what the hell? she’s already in a dress and got rings! let’s go for it! instead of annulling the marriage the two decided to give it a chance and get to know each other.

Words: 2177, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types, Watch Dogs (Video Games)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Evie Frye, Henry Green | Jayadeep Mir, Aiden Pearce, Wrench (Watch Dogs)

Relationships: Jacob Frye/Reader

Additional Tags: reader is a hacker, Bisexual Jacob Frye, neither knows the others job, Jealousy, Eventual Smut, Cheating, Reader's best friend is awful, Accidental Marriage, Slow Romance, Awkward Tension, Sexual Tension, Meeting the Parents, Past Child Abuse, Wrench is the reader's cousin

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boredroo · 6 years ago

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A Messenger pt. 4

Summary: The Council has heard of the names that have reigned down London; the Frye twins have evidently brought upon a change for the better good against the Templar’s tyranny, but order must still be kept.

You have been sent by the Council to evaluate the two sibling assassins, report what is must and maintain control where it must be maintained.

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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The sun filtering through the glass window feels warm, but not too warmly as it must be if you were actually outside. You’re rather content, really, spending many hours in the moving train, interviewing and interrogating the people residing, or just resting within. Sometimes you are poring over notes of the Piece of Eden Evie has been so very devoted in searching for as well.

You’ve talked to the Assassins’ contacts who can be found from time to time lingering around the compartments, aside from Frederick Abberline who is of the Scotland Yard, so understandably he won’t spend much time here as the others.

Ned Wynert, for example, is an amiable fellow who doesn’t ever mind your company and is always happy to answer whatever inquiries you have. Then, there’s Clara O’Dea, the child that has taken upon herself to lead other unfortunate children of the streets. And with her, truthfully, you find it more... difficult to even keep any sort of eye contact with. She has noticed this, the intelligent one she is, and has decided for both of your sake to stay away from you as long as she could help it—You remain indifferent to this, perhaps even relieved.

...She reminds you too much of a certain someone after all. And you refuse to have that familiarity, that... pain hold you back from your responsibilities.

But now, you focus on a different second party of yours; Henry Green smiles politely, kindly at every question you have. He is rather helpful for your part, having made observations and notes of his own on the Frye twins, though you can’t help but notice that...

“...Mr. Green, are you afraid of me?” you ask after a moment of consideration. He never looks you in the eye, you’ve noted.

Henry startles at this. “Uh, w-well...” He recollects himself, smiling a strained one. “You are a rather... authoritative person, I must admit. But I mean no disrespect, of course-”

You nod. “Not at all. But I do worry how you’re taken to Evie if you possibly find her intimidating as well.” The Frye sister is a definite nightmare to those who cross her, and so you can’t help but be curious.

Henry splutters in shock. “(Y/N)...! What are you saying?!”

His cry comes to you as a surprise. “I apologise, I didn’t mean to offend-”

“You’ll have to excuse me, (Y/N),” he rushes, walking past you in a manner of someone escaping from getting caught red-handed.

...Did you say something wrong? You never expected that Henry, someone as collected and professional as himself could ever put up such a display, and yet-

You hear a small laughter from behind.

Turning around, your notebook in hand...

“Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Frye.”

“And to you as well,” he winks as he tips his hat slightly, leaning comfortably against the wall not far from where you stand. Has he been there long?

You’ve come to a realisation not long before this—that, as of late, you sometimes discover him in the periphery, watching you, your interactions, your routines, and only announcing himself quite later than what is appropriate. If not, he would be out there, surely setting fires to carts and carriages and doing the complete opposite of what his smart sister is doing.

“Very smooth there, what you did with Henry. Very subtle,” he smirks, coming to stand near you.

You purse your lips. “I didn’t mean any harm-”

“Of course you didn’t,” he’s come to stand nearer, having you look up to him, to that unchanging confident smile of his. “Just forget about Greenie, he’ll get over himself.”

“Greenie...” you couldn’t restrain an amused smile of your own, though you manage to avert your eyes away before you’re caught. You never notice the curious grin Jacob wears towards you.

“So, (Y/N),” Jacob rests his hand on your shoulder—you can’t help but freeze at the sudden, almost intimate gesture. “How are your reports so far? Surely you’ve seen just how much I am capable, and might I say, quite handsome?” He leans in playfully, complacently grinning.

You make a show of attentively going through your book with a hard, serious gaze, before forcefully snapping it shut. “Not a single bit,” you deadpan.

Rather than retaliating, he only stares, and laughs lightly right after, looking away delicately. His rather... gentle reaction has you frowning in confusion, but you cough the thought away.

“On a more serious note, I do think you of a capable assassin. You’re better than me, and many others I’ve known, that is obvious,” he looks briefly surprised at that. “But a little pinch of wisdom and careful planning would carry you even further. Alike to your sister and father.”

There, he groans.

“I’m telling the truth,” you insist, but he waves his hand in disinterest.

“Okay, let’s not ruin the moment, yes?” he sighs exasperatedly. ...What moment?

You’re tempted to ask, sate your puzzlement but at his seemingly soured mood, you barely manage to hold your tongue.

“I was actually going to ask, (Y/N), if you wanted to tag along with me today,” Jacob says.

“Doing what?”

“Just a bit of extermination work, you know...” he snickers. “From those pests.”

He’s inviting you to work in the field with him?

You cock an eyebrow, hesitant. “Why?”

“Why not?”

You couldn’t prepare a ready answer for that, and Jacob grins in satisfaction in response.

“This is more of an opportunity for you to evaluate me, wouldn’t it?” He emphasises the ‘evaluate’ part, making you fidget in reluctance. Heat as if sears through where his hand is still touching your shoulder, and you feel your stomach churn for no good reason. Could he be using some sort of a... fear tactic on you?

“That is true, Mr. Frye,” you begin diplomatically, “But I never expected you to actually want to be evaluated. I admit, my reports on you are quite diminutive compared to your sister’s.”

His voice then sounds much closer than you expect, smooth and almost soft, like a whisper into your ear, “Then there’s no reason to say no, am I right?”

You look towards him, juggling the bundle of tangled words you have no idea how to string coherently. His eyes are bright as they lay against yours, and you suppress the urge to gulp.

“...Very well.”

The change is immediate; he pulls away briskly and slaps the small of your back. You’re almost hurled forward from his eager strength.

“Splendid! It’s a date then,” he beams, already making way towards the exit of the train.

“I-It is?” You mutter incredulously under your breath.

He doesn’t deign to answer, only catching your attention to show the meeting place on the map on the wall, along with sharing with you the designated time.

“Why aren’t we going together?” you ask before he could leap out.

Jacob scoffs. “Now, now, shouldn’t we take this slowly and steadily?”

You’re close to pulling your hair out and scream in frustration. What does that even mean?!

With a cheery wink, he removes his hat in bidding farewell, before leaving the train entirely.

...You really don’t understand the work which is Jacob Frye, and you aren’t sure whether you will ever, to be frank.

***

Meow.

You look up from your sketch in black ink, frowning at the cat sitting in front of your crouched self.

“Did you change positions again?” You grimace at the feline, refraining a weary sigh. She blinks blankly in response, and naturally goes to bathe herself, not exactly requiring any privacy from your eyes.

Your forehead scrunched up in dismay, you flip to the next page, beginning to doodle from scratch yet again, simply because the damned adorable cat refuses to stand still and let you bask in all her glory without giving you such a hard time. You suppose you’re drawing a cat licking her underside now, if that’s what she wants...

“...Now that’s what I call a masterpiece,” a voice comes from right behind you, and you scream.

As you scramble to stand upright, your notebook and pen slip out of your grasp and you’re a hot fumbling mess trying to catch them multiple times. And when you have, you whirl around, gaping to see Jacob standing there. You quickly brush down your clothes in a desperate act to appear... anything that you weren’t just seconds ago.

The hard twitch of Jacob’s lips brings you despair. You’d prefer if he’d just laugh all he wants, but instead his attempt of suppressing a surely wide smile is a gigantic blow you have to take to your pride and honour.

There’s a pause, just briefly as he seems to look you up and down, arms against his chest, until...

“Hello,” he slowly greets, the single word tinged with so much hidden meaning, so much mockery and amusement that you might as well have taken damage just from that.

“...Hello, Mr. Frye,” you answer, quieter. His smile cracks for just a second before he promptly nods, putting up a serious face, but failing utterly.

You really can’t take this any second longer. “You were late,” you say, almost accusingly. “You were late, so excuse me if I had to-”

“Woah there, settle down,” he says, raising his hands mid-air as if in surrender, “Not my business, yeah?”

“Indeed,” you almost sag in relief. “Thank you for understanding-”

But then he snatches your book out of your hands, immediately flipping through to land right where your horrible doodles are. Panic rams into you like a horse.

“F-Frye!”

“Wow, look at this one,” Jacob is now laughing without control, more than enjoying your masterpieces. “Art imitates life, as they say.”

“Frye, come on!” You struggle against him to take your book back, but he avoids you deftly. You’re not an artist at all, you were simply trying to fill the time, time that he himself made for coming later than the appointment you’ve decided on, but now he’s being childish! And you’re really just embarrassed about all of this...!

“Hey, that’s you, see?” He even shows the cat what you’ve drawn, which the latter finds interest only momentarily, too self-absorbed to care.

“Jacob!” You demand, and finally you’re able to get your hands back on your book after what feels like an hour of struggle. Jacob takes a step back, admitting defeat, but that stupid grin of his still won’t go away.

You’re huffing begrudgingly as you shove your items into your satchel, that when you’re done, you don’t allow Jacob to speak at all and instead push a finger against his chest, making him recline another step back.

“You’re insufferable!” You shout in frustration. He seems unfazed, and so you do it again, pushing him with your whole hand this time.

But he catches it with his own, holding onto your wrist, that when you try to retract back your hand, he doesn’t let you. You grit your teeth, snapping up angrily, only to fall back—almost fall back when you catch sight of his expression.

...Why is he looking so endearingly at you like that?

You frown, so furious, so... confused. You don’t understand what it is he’s trying to do, what he wants from you.

...It feels too long before the... strange atmosphere finally fades. He doesn’t let you go still, but he does slip something into your hand.

“Here,” he says, voice abnormally quieter than usual.

“Huh?”

In your grasp now, is something you’ve seen before. In fact, you recognise it immediately—

“This is... a grappling hook?” You question, looking over it at the same time. Jacob hums in confirmation.

“Thought you’d need one if you’re going to stay with us, really helps out in the long run if you’re not planning to scale every single building in the city,” he elaborates.

...He expects you to stay long with them?

The grappling hook, or the rope launcher as you can identify it both ways, is a tool specific for the use of the twins, and only the twins. Even Henry doesn’t own one, if you recall correctly. At least, not one that was specifically asked to be made, not like this one that Jacob is giving you.

“...Is this why you came late?” You ask. Jacob shrugs nonchalantly.

“Might’ve. I would’ve brought you to see Aleck as well, but mad scientists are busy men, it seems,” he says with a chuckle. “Perhaps next time.”

“...Thank you,” you barely manage to say, still a bit too caught off guard, and honestly, winded after that... silly, unprofessional little interaction between the two of you—You didn’t exactly expect this at all.

“Really, thank you,” you repeat, more genuinely this time. You look up to him, wanting to say more; Thank you for thinking of me, you try to say. ...But you can’t, you aren’t able to.

He doesn’t respond immediately, simply staring back at you in silence. But he breaks into a smile afterwards, then casually pats your arm.

“Don’t mention it,” he starts, and with a more mischievous smile, “Take it as... compensation. For laughing at your beautiful drawings.”

Your face falls. “I don’t usually draw, alright?! Like I said, you were late and I was bored-”

“Yes, yes,” he chuckles, his tone as if consoling a child. You’re still trying to prove whatever the point it is you’re making as he urges you to walk, both of you walking side by side to your next destination.

“No, really. If anything, those were impressive works considering I never pick up drawing or painting.”

“Of course, (Y/N). And I’m sure those cats will prove helpful for your reports to the Council.”

...And at that, you could only fall silent.

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Aaaaaaaahhhh I think the relationship moved a bit too fast in this one but I kinda can’t help it :’) It’s supposed to be longer, but had to cut it here and save the follow-up for the next part. Thanks for reading, really appreciate the likes guys! 💖💖💖

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ohlookahiddenblade · 7 years ago

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Little Town [Part 2]

Words: 3487

Summary: Reader moves to London to escape her ties with her father and the Templar Order. In the process she makes friends with Jacob Frye and comes to the realization the world is a small place. Eventual Jacob x f!Reader.

Warnings: None as of now.

Author’s Note: Okay, here is part 2. Still a little bit slower than I wanted but I think I have some super cute ideas for the next part now that I’m over this hump. Please excuse any weirdness on Jacob’s part. I’ve been revisiting cut scenes to get a feel for him again but I still feel like I need to stretch my legs a bit. Enjoy! <3 <3 And I hope I got this tag thing right too.

Part 1 <-Here

You could barely suppress the soft groan that slipped from your lip as the sun beat in through the thin coverings. By the time you had arrived at your destination you must have been more exhausted than you thought; not only was it rather late in the morning, but you didn't remember the room having a window. Blinking slowly, you attempted to scrub the sleep from your eyes with the back of your hand as you sat up.

The chair was still firmly wedged beneath the door handle – a good sign that no one had attempted to bother getting in during the night. Freezing, you heard the distant chime of Big Ben, signaling that it was ten in the morning. You were going to be late if you didn't hurry up.

Throwing the covers back, you leaped from the bed and immediately began to pull the simple shirt and trousers off. Being sure to fold them neatly, and to put the bed back as it had been before, you dressed in the previous day's dress. It looked a bit ruffled, a few wrinkles creasing the skirts, but overall you deemed that it would be good enough to get back to your rented room. In a last ditch effort to look as if you hadn't just rolled out of bed, you attempted to tame your hair, praying you didn't look like a little urchin.

Satisfied as you could be without a mirror, you removed the chair from under the handle and set it neatly back at the desk. The door opened into a hallway that was empty save for a few pieces of furniture. To the left you could hear faint voices and the clinking of mugs, no doubt the men Jacob had mentioned last night. Speaking to a bunch of strangers wasn't exactly on your to-do list at the moment, so instead you decided to go to the right where you faintly remembered the front door being.

As you turned the corner you stopped short of running into a very tall solid man, a soft gasp leaving your lips. It wasn't Jacob, but someone you didn't recognize. He towered over you and was quite imposing, but he didn't frighten you. Instead, he offered you a warm smile that was almost as bright as his freshly shaved head. The bright green plaid shirt he wore accompanied by suspenders and light tan breeches was suiting, but it made you wonder if you had seen it somewhere before.

Brushing it off, you bowed your head slightly. “My apologies, sir,” you said softly.

“Forgive me, miss. You must be Ms. [Y/N],” he replied, nodding.

You cocked your brow, but nodded as well. “Yes, but I'm afraid I must be going.”

“Of course, I wouldn't want to hold you up. Did you grab something to eat?”

The low growl in your stomach in reply nearly made you grimace. You hadn't eaten since you had left the orphanage last night, and the thought of scrounging something up wasn't very appealing. At the very least the stalls in the market would be open and you could grab some bread and cheese on your way home. After a moment, you shook your head in answer to his question.

“No, I haven't.”

“Please, allow me to make something up for you.”

“Oh... I couldn't... I don't want to-”

“I insist,” he said, flashing another soft smile before gesturing to the rest of the hallway stretching out behind you.

Sighing inwardly, you returned his smile – though it was more halfheartedly than anything – and followed him to the room where you had heard the muted conversations earlier. When you entered it was larger than you had imagined. The table sat quite a few men, most speaking loudly and merrily, though a hush fell on the room as you entered. A small hearth sat off to the side, various pots and pants strewn around the cooking area.

You swallowed thickly as you surveyed the rest of the room. Most of the men were dressed in some variation of a matching uniform. They all had some article of clothing on that was green, but then it varied from there. Some were thin, some tall, but none of them was the man who had brought you here last night.

“Lads, this is Miss [Y/N], our guest. Miss [Y/N], this is Albert, Bruce, Otis, Lester, Luther and Miles,” the man behind you said, gesturing to each man. “And I am Lenny.”

“Oh... it's very nice to meet you all,” you offered politely with a small smile and a wave.

Each man greeted you just as politely. Lenny pulled out a chair for you, allowing you to sit before he pushed it up to the table.

“Thank you,” you said softly. “I really don't want to put you through too much trouble.”

You could feel the color rising to your cheeks as the man you slightly remembered as Lester set a plate in front of you. Luther brought some silverware, and Otis set a fresh plate of meats and cheeses on the table. The room began to fill with the strong scent of eggs and bacon, making your mouth water as the men gave you space.

Several of the men, you noted, looked as if they had had a rough night. Still slightly disheveled, it was clear that a bought of drinking had happened. You hardly held it against them though as Lester tried to engage you in conversation. He asked little questions – how long had you been in London? Did you have family in the area? Common sorts until Luther smacked him in the shoulder.

“Pardon m'brother, ma'am,” he said in a thick accent.

“It's quite alright,” you said, smiling. “I don't know many people here. It's much larger than where I'm from.”

Lenny shot the group a hard stare before setting a plate of bacon and eggs in front of you. “Here you are,” he said, returning to make another batch for the group.

“Lenny is quite the chef,” Otis chimed in, his mustache twitching as he took a sip from a cup of tea.

That you had to agree with as you delicately spooned the eggs into your mouth. It was quite delicious, seasoned better than anything you had done. The question of where exactly he had learned to cook died in your throat as you continued to eat. Coupled with the bacon, buttered bread, and cold meats you felt better than you had in a while. The men continued to joke and laugh, losing their interest in you for the moment. It was a relief, and allowed you to finish your meal without any interruptions.

Another man with a bowler hat set a cup of tea next to your plate as he retrieved one for himself. You thanked him softly and took a sip, enjoying the warmth spreading through to your fingertips. It was a pity you had to work today; their joy was infectious, and sitting there for the rest of the day with them was beginning to become more inviting.

Suddenly the room fell silent and all of the men stood up as two figures entered the room. You froze, the tea cup still between your hands, hovering above the saucer as a familiar voice flooded the room. Oh no. A sudden surge of self-consciousness forced you to set the cup down, your hands dropping to your lap. Was your hair tamed? Did you look like a scene from a tale meant to scare children?

“Good morning, lads,” Jacob said exuberantly, breaking through your thoughts.

“’Ey, boss,” they chimed.

Jacob's expression seemed to light up as he saw you at the head of the table, though the woman standing beside him didn't seem as impressed. They looked alike, and you wondered if this was the sister he had mentioned the night before. Slowly you began to make connections between the uniforms and the implied leadership of the ragtag gang. This must be the emerging group you had been hearing about from your neighbor.

In a last ditch effort to not stand out, you rose from your chair, your hands clasped loosely against your stomach. “Mr. Frye,” you said softly.

“You must be [Y/N],” the woman said, her tone even and pleasant, though you could feel your stomach squirming under her gaze.

“Yes. A pleasure to meet you...?”

“Evie Frye.”

So she was indeed his sister. For a moment you couldn't help but admired how beautiful she was with the freckles dotting her cheeks, highlighting her bright blue eyes. The strength that radiated from her momentarily made you feel small. Your gaze snapped to the window as you heard the bell of Big Ben ring again, signaling that another hour had gone by. Panic pooled in your stomach as you looked back to the group.

“I apologize. I really have to go, or I'm going to be late for work.”

Lenny seemed to notice your distress and sauntered over, grabbing your empty plate from the table. “I'll handle this, miss.”

“Allow me,” Jacob offered, gesturing with a hand to the door.

“Oh, I can get there just fine. I have to speak to my landlord anyways,” you insisted.

Their hospitality was slightly overwhelming, and you were beginning to feel as if you were overstaying your welcome - especially since you hardly knew these people aside from their names. Jacob seemed slightly taken aback, and you were sure he was going to push back until he offered a slight nod.

“To the door, then.” He left little room for argument as he stepped forward. The gang bid you farewell, which you elegantly returned, taking a moment to thank each of them.

Jacob walked slightly in front of you, guiding you out and down the long hallway you had attempted to sneak out of earlier. As you left the room you could feel Evie's gaze drilling into your back, a shiver running up your spine. It was almost like she could see straight into your soul, searching – but for what you weren't sure. Trying to push it away to the back of your mind, you looked up as Jacob pulled the door open.

A flood of sunlight came through the gaping doorway, pressing a pleasant warmth along your exposed skin. Trying to swallow past the lump in your throat, you stepped around the young man, turning to look at him once you were on the cobblestone path.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Frye. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this.”

“Jacob is fine,” he said, holding up a hand. “You are welcome whenever you may like.” He gave you a wink and a flash of a smug smirk, causing the heat to return to your cheeks along with a small tinge of pink.

Charming that one.

If you were bold you might have even given him a peck on the cheek in thanks for his hospitality. But you weren't quite that forward, so instead you allowed a smile to tug at the edges of your lips. “I may take you up on it. Until we meet again, Jacob.”

You turned on your heel, walking somewhat hurriedly down the path dare you do something to shatter the illusion that everything was in fact alright. Now you had other matters to attend to, and they were going to be difficult to do if the youngest Frye twin continued to plague your thoughts.

The walk back to the boarding house had gone by considerably faster than you had expected with your mind wandering. Nothing had been worthy of your attention – not even the brilliantly colored stalls and the screaming children had been enough to pull you away from your thoughts. Shaking your head, you stepped up to the house and jiggled the handle, finding it locked as firmly as the night prior.

You huffed out a breath between your teeth with a soft hiss as you looked around. The windows were shuttered, preventing any prying eyes from peeking into the house. Ducking down into the alley way butting up against the house, you noticed that several of the rooms had broken windows. A frown creased your brow as you looped around the back of the house through the neatly manicured gate.

Sitting next to the back door was a pile of items, all of which you recognized as belonging to various tenants. Your stomach began to tie itself in knots as you hurried over, digging through the pile until you found your bag stuffed with your belongings rather messily. All of your clothing was wrinkled and balled up – a completely loss of hours of tediously pressing them.

Your books spilled out as you bent over to try to neatly tuck the ends back into the bag. An unladylike curse slipped from your lips as you hurriedly picked them up.

“The 'ouse was taken back by the bank,” a voice quipped behind you, causing you to whip around and nearly lose the books nestled against your chest.

“What?” you breathed, reaching up to tuck a stray chunk of hair back into its place.

“The bank took it,” a rather large woman said, shaking her head. “Now we got no place t'go.”

You hesitated, glancing over your shoulder at the three story house. “Oh,” you mumbled, turning back too look at her. “Where are you staying?”

“The slums. Me sister lives there.”

That wasn't going to do you any good. The distant chime of Big Ben reminded you that you weren't going to have a job if you didn't get going either. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, you straightened and bowed your head slightly to the older woman. “Thank you. I must be going.”

“A'right.”

The woman seemed to lose interest in you as you pushed past her, shoving the books into your bag. Perhaps the orphanage would have an open room if you offered to work for Ms. Penny. She was a kind woman and could certainly use the help with all of the children she had in her care. Or perhaps the owner of the shop you worked in would allow you to sleep in the backroom until you had a place to stay. He and his wife had become like family, and you owed them a lot.

Sighing, you blinked the desperate tears from your eyes as you hurried down the street. It would work out – it had to. You weren't about to go running back to your father.

“Thank you, Mr. Wiltshire,” you said.

“Of course. I wish we could do more for you, but at least you won't be hungry,” your employer said as his wife handed you a basket with some dried meat and bread. “Here's a little extra. Take the day off tomorrow and see if you can find a place.”

“That's so kind of you. I'll pay you back, I swear.”

He waved you off, offering you a soft smile. He was a short portly man with glasses that were too small for his face. He was balding, and his graying hair stuck out at odd angle above his ears. The creases along his face were warm and told the story of a hard working but gentle laborer. His wife was just as short and wide with peppered long gray hair that was pulled back in a tight bun. Her dress was layered in shades of gray that matched her hair, complete with a white apron across her middle.

“Don't worry about it, dear,” his wife said, patting your arm. “Come back in a few days rested and right.”

“Of course. Thank you.”

Giving them one last forced smile, your turned and began your journey down the street, basket and bag in tow. The coming of dusk had brought a hush down on the streets that would surely burst into song and loud drunken babbles now that night was descending on the city. It seemed to be a popular pastime for the workers in the city – one that you didn't exactly indulge in. Getting black out drunk and wandering the streets didn't seem pleasant, and surely the morning after was anything but.

But perhaps a drink – no, you needed to save your money and find a place to live. Squabbling it away on drink was exactly the wrong thing to do, and if you weren't careful you were going to find yourself on the wrong side of a creditor.

“Ah, there you are.”

That familiar charming silky smooth voice brought you out of your daze. The upturned smirk and flashing hazel eyes made dread pool in your belly. Wetting your lips slightly, you gave him the same forced smile you had given your employers.

“Jacob,” you greeted pleasantly.

“I thought I might return this to you,” he said smoothly, holding out a book to you.

“Thank you. I must have completely forgotten about it.” You took it and gingerly put it into your already bulging bag.

Jacob looked between the basket, the bag, and your face, tilting his head slightly. “Going somewhere?”

“Uh, yeah. I was just heading down to the orphanage.”

“The orphanage? This late?”

He sure was nosy for someone who hadn't known you very long. It was almost off putting, leaving a bitter taste in the back of your throat. You hadn't started peppering him with questions, and being extended the same courtesy would have been nice. Nevertheless, you swallowed the nasty after taste of shame and annoyance to answer him.

“Yes, the orphanage.” You frowned and shifted the bag on your shoulder to alleviate the pain from the strap digging into your skin. “Surely there's somewhere you must be, Mr. Frye. I would hate to take up all of your time now that you've returned my book.”

Jacob snorted softly; if he was offended he didn't show it. Instead he gestured to the things you were carrying. “May I offer some assistance then?”

“I've got it. You've done more than enough.”

Your tone was getting sharper with a note of distress the longer you stood there. If you were to get to the orphanage any later you would risked missing Ms. Penny and waking whomever was on night duty. Not to mention the eager faces that would press themselves up against the glass if they were to get wind that you had stopped by.

“If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to get rid of me,” the young man drawled.

You weren't getting anywhere with this, and an attempt to shoulder past him was met with him stubbornly following you down the street.

“I have a proposition for you.” You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him, nearly causing him to lose his balance as he side-stepped around you. Brushing some imaginary dust from the front of his jacket he allowed a small smile to crawl across his lips. “I know of a place you can stay.”

“How-”

Jacob cut you off, holding up his hand. “You can have the room and all I ask in return is some assistance with a few affairs.”

“Have... have you been stalking me?!” Your tone was incredulous as you nervously glanced between him and the nearest pub, which was beginning to spill over with patrons. If you had to scream it would surely be heard by everyone is a several block radius. Before you could even begin to think of opening your mouth to holler Jacob continued his ramble.

“I wouldn't call it 'stalking' you. Now what do you say? I do believe it would be a benefit to us both.”

“And I don't suppose any of these 'affairs' are illegal?”

“Oh, no, of course not. Simple things, some book keeping, perhaps a bit of the upkeep.”

You stared at him suspiciously, but his charming grin didn't falter as you wavered. He obviously didn't mean you any harm – if that was the case he could have easily done something the previous night. The men that morning had been very welcoming, made you breakfast even; not to mention you didn't have anywhere else to go at the moment. You weren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and Mr. Frye was giving you an easy way to put a roof over your head without being outright insulting.

“Alright,” you conceded, allowing him to take the bag from you.

“Excellent!” Jacob chirped, slinging the bag over his shoulder as you began to walk together in the opposite direction. “This is going to be a wonderful partnership.”

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fan-fantasies · 8 years ago

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Evie Frye Imagine

Imagine meeting the Frye twins in London and Jacob taking a liking to you but you’re more interested in his sister...

A/N: There is no Evie x Reader (that I have seen) out there and Evie is a badass and beautiful.

You were new to London and what you had been told about it was basically true. This city was basically lost to the Templars but that was why you were sent to help the few assassins left there. Casually you walked through the streets, the train station wasn’t too far from your current location. You scanned the area as you walked through the street, there was lots of poverty, young kids on the streets begging and stealing to stay alive. You made sure to watch your money...

You made it to the platform and waited for the train to come into the station, you had been told to come here and wait for the train and when it came, to go inside. You waited about twenty minutes before a train come into the station, it was a nice looking train... When it finally stopped you went to the door where a man was waiting for you,

“(Y/F/N)(Y/L/N)?” the man asked, he seemed to be of Indian origin.

“That’s me.” you say and look at the man; he nodded and led you on board the train,

“Henry Green~” he began before he was cut off by another voice,

“Greenie~” the voice trained off as he walked into the room;his eyes quickly landed on you.

“Well who is this Greenie?” the male asked; Henry glared at him.

“This is (Y/N, she has been assigned to help us.” Henry states; the man raised his eyebrow.

“Oh really now?” he began, “Jacob Frye. Assassin and leader of the Rooks.” he said proudly. You smirked at bit,

“(Y/N), Assassin.” you say with a shrug; Jacob smirked instantly liking your spark.

“Where is your sister Jacob?” Henry asked him; Jacob chuckled,

“Where do you think she is Greene.” Henry rolled his eyes.

“Take (Y/N) and introduce her to your sister.” Henry said and Jacob nodded. You followed him to different cars of the train.

“Evie.” he said as he walked into the room; a female stood in the corner looking at a map.

“What Jacob, I’m a bit busy.” the female said; Jacob chuckled,

“It has seemed that help has arrived.” She instantly turned to face him and you,

“Oh right, you’re (Y/N).” she said with a tiny smile; you nodded,

“Yes that’s me.” you say with a smile. As the three of you spoke you could help but think about the two of them but mainly about Evie. Yes Jacob was a handsome and charming man, you had to admit that, but Evie had something you had never seen. She was witty, smart and she seemed pretty well rounded. There weren’t many women or men for that matter, back home that were like that.

“So are you anywhere close to finding the piece?” you questioned and Evie sighed,

“We don’t know the exact location but we are getting closer.” she said as she looked at the map; you stood beside her and looked,

“There are many places in London that he could be keeping it.” she began but some place caught my eye on the map.

“What about this place?” you question her; she looked at you,

“It’s a factory,lots of Blighters reside there. You don’t think they would hide the piece of Eden there do you?” You shook your head,

“No but our only way to get to the piece is through Starrak right?” she nodded, “ Then we need to find him.” you say, “I say we just check it out.” you say looking at them. They both of them nodded,

“I’ll join you.’ Jacob said but Evie shook her head,

“No I will, every time you go to check something out it turns into a fight.” Evie said; you tried not to laugh as they argued about it. Somewhere in their argument it was decided that Evie would go with you while Jacob did some additional research on some place else. As the two of you walked the streets you talked casually though it was basically about what you were about to do.

Everything had seeming gone good from that day, you had been spending lots of time with the twins and it was clear to you that Jacob was interested but you weren’t exactly interested in him.You spent a lot of your time with Evie in that case. training, studying, all those things...

“So my brother and myself were talking last night~’ she began, “He seems to think you do not like him.” she said causing you to smile a bit,

“Your brother is an interesting character I will tell you. You two are something I have never seen before.” you began with a smile. “But your brother looks at me in a way that I don’t look at him.” you say as you scanned over the map in front of you. Evie was silent,

“Oh I see~” she trailed causing you to let out a small laugh,

“It’s not that I do not like your brother but I have my eyes on someone else.” you say and you could have sworn you saw a blush shade her cheeks. It was kind of adorable actually...

“Evie we have something on Starrack. We have to move.” Jacob said as he walked into the room; Evie nodded. Jacob left the room in a rush and you looked at Evie.

“Lets go.” you say, you quickly leaned over and pecked her cheek before following Jacob.....

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assassins-and-hidden-blades · 5 years ago

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Acceptance

Hey! I love your stories so much and wanted to know if i could please have a story with Evie? Reader is an assassin but a mission went wrong and someone dear to reader is killed. Reader is trying to hide the pain, grief and anger. Evie notices that something is wrong, is worried, but doesnt push it. Reader goes out to get revenge but gets hurt during, and after returning to Evie on the train, she breaks down and tells Evie everything and Evie comforts her lover/treats her wound.

Sorry this took so long!! I decided to tweak the plot ever so slightly. All this quarantine stuff has given me so much spare time so I think I’ll be able to finish all my requests and hopefully do a few of my own. I can’t believe I managed to write 2K words for this fic :D Enjoy!! Y/B/N = Your brother’s name

This is F!Reader, btw -- if anyone wants a M!Reader version, please let me know!

Tagging: @marshmallow--3 / @yourlocalfrenchie

Warnings: Grief, violence, swearing, sibling death, ANGST

Requested by Anonymous

Evie sat in your carriage, watching you buckle your gear to your torso. The silence was only broken by the occasional clinks of metal and a question.

“Are you sure you don’t want me and Jacob to come with you? Backup is always useful.”

You smirked. “I appreciate you asking, Evie -- even if it has been for the twentieth time -- but I’ll be fine. Y/B/N and I have planned this mission for a month. It’s straightforward enough for even him to follow.”

Evie smiled at that. “Just… come back safely -- and preferably in one piece.” She came towards you and pecked your lips tenderly.

“I’ll be back, even if it means returning in a million pieces.”

She kissed you again, and sighed into your lips when she heard the train whistle blow; it was time for you to go.

“Be safe, Y/N. Be careful.”

“I will.” You smiled with a twinkle in your eyes, pulling your cowl over your head and stepping off the train. Within seconds, you had disappeared into the crowd.

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“Are you ready?” You glanced over at your younger brother as you shared a roof overlooking the backstreets of Westminster, days after separating from Evie.

He scoffed in return. “Since the day I was born.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. This stronghold was one of the biggest in London; Devil’s Acre. “Whatever you do, don’t let them spot you.”

He smirked. “Of course.” And with that, he disappeared into the window of the building you were perching on.

Finally alone, you played to your strengths and scanned the area. The amount of snipers on the rooftops left you with no other option but to take them out first. You crept behind each and every one of them and eliminated them silently. Even Evie would be impressed with your skill.

With the rooftops clear, you went for the next target; the heist plans. Y/B/N’s first objective was to free the captured rooks, so you could both regroup and take out the leader together. It didn’t take much searching to find the plans -- Blighters always kept them in an isolated room with an open window frame anyway. You vaulted through and quietly hit the floor, sourcing the plans and burning them. Perching upon the window ledge, you prepared to launch towards the opposite building when a gunshot rang out.

A sudden cold sweat washed over you, and adrenaline began to pump tenfold through your veins. It sounded from the other side of the building you were in. Quickly, you jumped up and over onto the roof, desperate to find the destination of the bullet.

You regretted looking over the edge.

Y/B/N had crumpled to his knees, a hand against his stomach. The leader had an entourage, and you watched as he booted your brother in the face, sending him to the floor, lifeless. Shock paralysed you. It was only when they left into the other courtyard when you snapped out of it, leaping two whole storeys in a rush to be beside your younger sibling.

Sliding to your knees, you grasped his cheeks, which were caked in mud. “Y/B/N… Oh my God.” You began to hyperventilate when his eyes opened, glazed and hazy. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve--” He stopped your blabbering by putting a finger to your lips. “Shut up... and breathe.” You stopped talking and instead began to put pressure on the wound. You were, however, met with surprising resistance. “D-Don’t try… or you won’t m-make it out alive either.” He took in a painful breath. “Save yourself, Y/N/N. It’s too late for me. But not for you. Don’t die here.” He pushed your hands off of him. “Go.”

When you didn’t move, he shoved your shoulder with unexpected strength. “Go!”

Tears streaming, you kissed his hand. “I love you -- I’m sorry.”

When you ran, he blinked his own fear out of his own eyes.

“I know.” A whisper to himself as his head met the ground again, the stars his last remaining comfort as he released another warm breath.

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You retreated to a pub to hide as reinforcements came into the area. You didn’t drink -- you couldn’t drink.

You didn’t know when you would ever drink again.

Instead, you lurked in the back of the room, cloaked in the shadows. Your cowl hid your grief. Instead, you waited. You wanted to bide your time, so you could make those responsible pay.

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The next night, you met with a rook who sold extra weapons. You traded him a few extra bank notes for a new revolver and extra bullets. Stealth was not on the table this time around. Your tunnel vision sent you back to one destination, and one destination only:

Devil’s Acre.

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You gathered a few rooks for the sole reason of eliminating the henchmen. You didn’t want to waste your time with them when you had other people on your agenda. Walking through the open courtyards, you watched as Blighters scrambled for their weapons, only to be shot down seconds after. With a calm and cold demeanour, you headed for the central building, where you were sure they were hiding.

You didn't check to see whether the door was locked; you kicked it down anyway. With your gun drawn, you hit each member of the leader’s entourage in the chest or head. In a moment, it was just you and the leader himself, separated only by a table.

“You killed my brother.” You advanced steadily towards him.

“My dear, you just killed all my friends.”

You shot a round, emphasising your anger. “You killed my BROTHER!”

You barely reacted in time as he pulled out his own firearm. You kicked the table on its side and ducked, kneeling alongside it. Bullets ricocheted through the table. Once he began to reload, you came up from behind cover, shooting repeatedly into areas that would cripple but not kill him instantly. When you ran out of bullets, you flipped over the table and watched as his knees buckled, thighs, stomach, a shoulder, and a knee hit and bleeding.

“You killed my younger brother. Now you’ll pay.”

It was obvious he was in pain, but he made his best efforts to hide it. “My dear, you failed to protect your younger brother. It seems that it is you who will pay.” You followed his gaze to your side, and saw a blossoming circle of red. Looking back to the table, you noticed a dark smear against it. In the next second a bullet went through the leader’s brain. You were still looking at the table.

Slowly, you allowed your legs to give out from underneath you, pained tears in your eyes. Your body crumpled against the floor, your eyes trained lazily on the entrance to the building, where a child stood. The image became blurred, and soon faded into darkness.

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“Y/N/N, love, can you hear me?” It was a male voice, and you felt something tap against your cheek; a hand.

“Y/B/N?” You mumbled weakly.

“No, love, it’s Jacob. Can you open your eyes for me?” Slowly, you blinked your eyes open. The child from earlier was staring down at you, with Jacob kneeling opposite. He was dressed in only a white shirt, from what you could see. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, decorated with red spots of blood. You hadn’t moved from where you last lost consciousness. “Y/N, can you keep talking to me?” You felt fingers at the wound in your side.

“Please, don’t touch -- agh!” A stabbing pain in your gut fired your nerves.

“I need to get the bullet out, Y/N; then we can get you back to the train, and more importantly, to Evie… God knows she’s much better at this than I am.” The last part he seemed to whisper to himself. “Almost there, we’re almost there… There it is! No more prodding, Y/N; it’s over now.”

Jacob glanced at the boy. “Arthur, did you get the carriage I asked for?”

“Yes, sir. It’s outside right now.”

“Thanks; we’re just about ready to go.” You felt a cold pressure against the wound and the zip of tape being unwound. “I’m taping on some gauze so you don’t bleed all over my carriage.” Even under pressure, he could crack a joke or two. Your throat was growing hoarse from the cries of pain.

Your vision began to cloud over again when you felt your body lift from the floor and into your friend’s chest.

“Now, let’s get you back to Evie.”

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The next time you awoke, it was to the soft rumblings of the train. For a second, you couldn’t remember a thing, but in the next few moments it all came flooding back. You didn’t try to sit up… there was no point.

Looking around, you saw that you were alone in your train carriage. For a few minutes, you gazed out of the window your bed was next to, before you heard the door being pulled back. You turned your head as Evie walked in, with rolls of bandages in her hand. When she saw you were awake, she smiled, almost sombrely. “I was wondering when you were going to wake up.”

You scoffed. “I almost wish I didn’t.”

Evie let out a sigh. “Y/N, what happened?” She pulled the covers down to your legs and began to examine and redress your wound.

You waited until she was finished, building up the will to speak.

You slowly swung your legs over the side of your bed and leaned against Evie’s shoulder. “Y/B/N’s dead.”

“What?” Evie tried not to sound surprised, in case you misinterpreted her tone of voice.

“He’s gone, Evie, and it’s all my fault.”

“Y/N, it’s not your fault.”

“He was my younger brother, Evie! It should’ve been me!” You stood up, not caring for the pain that shot through your torso.

“Y/N, don’t talk like that!” She brought her hands to your face. “It was all a game of chance. He knew the risks when he followed you into this life; he was prepared for the consequences.”

“But I wasn’t there for him when he needed me…” You broke down as you explained what happened, collapsing against your lover. She guided you to the floor and stayed there with you as you spoke.

“Y/N, if anything happened to Jacob, I would be torn apart. But the one thing that gives me comfort is that if he does meet a premature demise, it would be of his own agenda. His own, stupid, agenda.”

You managed a sad chuckle. “I just wish it were me.”

Evie forced you to make eye contact with her. “I don’t.”

The resentment in your heart had begun to fade the more you stared into her bright irises. “Y/N, you are the best older sister a brother could ask for. You always will be a sister, and nobody could ask for someone as perfect as you for a sibling.”

Fresh, grateful tears began to leave another trail down your cheeks. “Thank you, Evie.”

She brought you into her shoulder and rubbed your back comfortingly. “Let’s get you back into bed.”

You allowed her to haul your arm over her shoulders and support you back into bed. As you lied back down, Jacob entered the carriage. “Y/N, where was your mission?”

“It was Devil’s Acre, in Westminster.”

“I went with some Rooks to find Y/B/N…

“... But his body’s gone.”

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assassins-and-hidden-blades · 6 years ago

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How does Haytham, Connor, Edward, Arno and Evie react to their kid waking them up because they had a nightmare (I just found your blog and I love it!)

Aww thank you so much! (I’ve finally got around to opening my inbox again!!) Here we go, then (thanks for specifying!)...

Imagine the ages as you wish, by the way, I never really had set ages in my mind.

“Papa/Father/Mama/Mother, I can’t sleep...”

Haytham (GN!Reader)

“What is bothering you, Y/C/N?”

“I had a bad dream...”

Haytham would rarely spend time in bed, choosing instead to sit at his desk and do some paperwork.

“Would you like to elaborate on that, young man/lady?”

“I was lost, and I couldn’t find you. I was really scared.”

They would be sitting in his lap in the dim candlelight, calmly resting their head on his rising and falling chest as he would tell them fantastical stories in a gentle hum, and would keep cradling them in his arms until long after they fall asleep, finishing the must finish paperwork first.

Connor (F!Reader)

“P-Papa?”

There was a sudden weight on his chest.

His eyes snapped open, momentarily alarmed.

“What’s the matter, Y/C/N?”

He would rub their back soothingly as they climb onto him, tears staining his shirt.

“Don’t cry, darling.”

You would have stirred by this time, ears pricking at the sounds of distress.

“They found us, Papa; they hurt you and M-M...”

Connor sat up to properly hold Y/C/N as they broke down into more terrified sobs.

“It’s alright, it’s alright...”

Kissing them upon their head, Connor wrapped an arm around you as they calmed down slowly.

“They aren’t real, Y/C/N; you’re alright now.”

“Konoronkwa, Y/C/N. We’re all safe here.”

“Konoronkwa, Papa, Mama.”

Edward (GN!Reader)

“NO!”

Edward startled at the sound and bounded towards the source.

Y/C/N sat up straight at the sound of the door flying open.

“You alright, lad/lass?”

Embarrassed, they nodded. “Just fine, Father.”

He furrowed his brows, tying his hair back.

“Is there anything you’d want to talk about?”

“...No.”

They’d smile dismissively, but Edward wouldn’t let it go.

“What were you dreaming about?”

“I can’t remember, Father. Goodnight.”

They wouldn’t want to stay on their own for long.

Lantern in hand, they crept into your shared bedroom, slowly climbing between you and Edward.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Edward would mumble quietly (as to not wake you).

“In the morning, please.”

With an affirming kiss on the head, Edward left it at that.

Arno (F!Reader)

Arno heard footsteps walking down the hall, and watched as light moved past his bedroom.

He checked over your sleeping form before grabbing his pistol out of the holster on his dresser, quietly pulling down the hammer.

As he stalked the noise, he quickly recognised the familiar sniffling of his daughter/son.

He hid the pistol behind his back instantly.

He caught them watching out of the window.

“Y/C/N? Is everything alright?”

“I saw people die, Papa.”

Arno picked them up to sit them on his hip.

“Où?”

They pointed to their head, and Arno kissed them there.

“It wasn’t real. It was just a dream.”

“I was scared, because Mama was dead.”

Arno hid how his muscles seemed to tense.

“Mama’s upstairs, cheri.”

Arno walked to the kitchen.

“We’ll see her in a minute, but for now, how about a warm drink?”

Evie (GN!Reader)

There were a few polite knocks on the bedroom door.

“Yes?”

Y/C/N came into view, rubbing their bloodshot eyes.

“I don’t want to die, Mother.”

And with that, the waterworks started again.

Evie quickly opened her arms to allow them to release their emotions.

Cue a very long and deep conversation about religion, reality, and faith.

“Don’t be embarrassed; Uncle Jacob had that thought as a child-- Now it’s almost as if he’s asking for it.”

They slept with you and Evie that night, clinging as tightly as the day they were born.

“If you still worry, I have a few books on the matter that you might find comfort in reading.”

“If they’re murder mysteries...”

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assassins-and-hidden-blades · 5 years ago

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Assassin’s Creed Mobile Masterlist

23/04/2020: Hey! So basically, I finally got round to help you mobile users with one of these -- I’m doing it with the RDR2 one and The Witcher, which are embarrassingly short in comparison. I also thought it was time for a bio makeover, y’know? It’s a bit cluttered over there.

If there’s anything wrong with the links, please let me know so I can fix them haha.

Reblogs would be greatly appreciated (I don’t know whether Tumblr’s ban on links in search is just for outside sources or not, but better safe than sorry)!

Grab some snacks, a drink, a massive blanket, a pair of those really fluffy socks, and enjoy!

This is definitely me not procrastinating through admin btw

Last updated: 12/09/2022 (dd/mm/yyyy)

Bullet points indicate two shots or series.

Indents show corresponding links.

[NEW] indicates fics added since last update

ASSASSIN’S CREED: THE COMPLETE MASTERLIST

ONESHOTS

Acceptance (Evie Frye x F!Reader)

A New Mission (Ezio Auditore x Spanish!F!Reader)

A Midnight Bathe (Alexios of Sparta x GN!Reader)

Arrows & Accidents (Ezio Auditore x M!Reader)

Babysitting (ModernAU!Connor x F!Reader)

Comfort (Ezio Auditore x GN!Reader)

Confessions (Arno Dorian x GN!Reader)

Death and Danger (Ezio Auditore x F!Reader)

DON’T BE A BABY (JACOB FRYE X GN!READER)

Don’t Be a Baby (Sick!Jacob Frye x Reader)

Don’t Be a Baby: The Sequel (Jacob Frye x Sick!Reader)

Don’t Care (Ezio Auditore x M!Reader)

Don’t Hate The Player, Hate The Game (Jacob Frye x F!Reader)

DOWN UNDER (Jacob Frye x F!Reader)

[PART ONE]

[PART TWO]

Fox-Trot (Malik Al-Sayf x F!Reader)

Hai Scelto Me (Ezio Auditore x F!Reader)

Helping Hand (Connor Kenway x GN!Reader)

HOLD ON (JACOB FRYE X GN!READER)

Hold On (Part 1)

Don’t Let Go (Part 2)

Hunted (Shay Cormac x GN!Reader)

Interrogation (Jacob Frye x F!Reader)

Liar (Ezio Auditore x F!Reader)

Le Langage Des Fleurs (Evie Frye x GN!Reader)

Lost (Connor Kenway x GN!Reader)

Meglio (Ezio Auditore x GN!Reader)

MIRACLES (JACOB FRYE X F!READER)

(Part 1)

(Part 2)

(Part 3)

Out of Place (Ezio Auditore x F!Reader)

Secret Admirer (Malik Al-Sayf x F!Reader)

Sculptin’ Skillz (ModernAU!Connor x GN!Reader) [bit of a Crack!fic tbh]

SHAMELESS (Various x GN!Reader)

Arno Version

Ezio Version

The Challenger Beats The Champion (Jacob Frye x F!Reader)

This is New (Edward Kenway x F!Reader)

Through The Ages (Jacob Frye x GN!Reader)

TRUST ME (Edward Kenway x F!Reader)

(Part 1)

(Part 2)

Two Reasons (Evie Frye x F!Reader)

White Noise (Connor x GN!Reader)

Would You Care to Dance? (Jacob Frye x F!Reader)

SERIES

THE PREADATOR AND THE PREY (DetectiveAU!Jacob Frye x F!Reader)

Masterlist

HEADCANONS (some specified in fic)

Being Ezio’s twin sister would include… (F!Reader)

Modern!Altair and Lazy Days would Include… (GN!Reader)

Malik Dating Altair’s Twin Sister would Include... (F!Reader)

Being Mary Read/James Kidd’s Twin Sister would Include… (F!Reader)

Haytham Comforting His S/O (GN!Reader)

[Haytham, Connor + Desmond] Reacting to their S/O Being Killed by Their Enemy (GN!Reader)

Haytham and Shay Getting Jealous (GN!Reader)

Connor’s Reaction to Having a Half-Sister (F!Reader)

Haytham Finding Out of Your Involvement with Connor (F!Reader)

Connor With a Really Talkative S/O (GN!Reader)

Jacob and Alexios Reacting to You Losing Your Job (GN!Reader)

Mechanic!Jacob and Mechanic!Reader Headcanons (GN!Reader)

Jacob with a Short, Weak (not physically strong) F!Reader

Shay Being Soft With His S/O (GN!Reader)

[Ezio + Jacob] With Autistic S/O (GN!Reader)

The Assassins and Their Secret Admirers [+ Altair, Ezio, Arno, Jacob] (GN!Reader)

How The Assassins Would React to Their S/O Confessing to Them [ + Altaïr, Ezio, Jacob]

[+ Connor, Arno]

How the Assassins Would React to Their S/O As A Vigilante [+ Shay, Arno, Connor, Edward] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Would React to Their S/O Returning After a Long Term Mission [+ Haytham, Connor, Evie, Jacob, Shay] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Would React to Their S/O Being Badly Injured [+ Ezio, Connor, Shay, Shaun, Desmond] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassin’s React to Being Betrayed by Their S/O [+ Alexios, Ezio, Haytham, Connor, Shay, Edward, Jacob] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Look after Their Children (Alone) [+ Alexios, Kassandra, Ezio, Edward, Arno, Jacob, Evie] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Would Teach Their Children to Climb [ + All - Evie] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Would React to Their Child Talking Back [+ All] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Would React to Their Child Becoming The Leader of a Gang [+ Haytham, Jacob, Arno, Altair, Connor, Ezio] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Would React to Their Child Being a Talented Artist [+ Connor, Altair, Alexios] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Would React to Their Child Waking Up From a Nightmare [+ Haytham, Connor, Edward, Arno, Evie] (explicit F!reader in some, otherwise not referenced/GN)

How the Assassins Would React to Their Child Asking Where Babies Come From [+ Ezio, Connor, Jacob, Desmond] (Implied F!Reader)

How the Assassins Would React to Their S/O Being Pregnant and Their Baby Kicking For The First Time [+ Haytham, Shay, Arno, Jacob] (F!Reader)

THE ASSASSINS IN AN APOCALYPSE!AU:

Intro (possibly to be followed by drabbles) [ + All] (GN!Reader)

Field Medicine [+ Altair, Connor, Jacob] (F!Reader)

Safe (Part 1) [+ All? Jacob x Reader] (F!Reader/M!Reader/GN!Reader)

How The Assassins Comfort You Before Surgey [+ Ezio, Edward, Jacob] (GN!Reader)

Jacob Frye Flangst Headcanons (GN!Reader)

Jacob Frye Planning your Surprise Birthday (GN!Reader)

DRABBLES

Edward Kenway’s First: Fight, Kill, Sparring Match (F!Reader)

Edward Kenway: Health to the Company (F!Reader)

Jacob Frye: His S/O’s Child Falls Over (F!Reader)

Jacob Frye: His Children Sparring -- “Winner Gets Ice Cream!” (Heavily implied F!Reader)

Jacob Frye: A Rough Day (GN!Reader)

Ezio Auditore: After a Hard Day at Work (GN!Reader)

Ezio Auditore: Unexpected Anguish (GN!Reader)

Ezio Auditore: Unrequited (GN!Reader)

RANDOM SCRIBBLES (ALL GN!READER)

Wishful Thinking

Brave Advances

Happy Halloween

Home

Golden Lullaby

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assassins-and-hidden-blades · 3 years ago

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How would Jacob and his s/o ( future Mrs. Frye, anyone?) meet? How would they become friends? How would Jacob realize that he is in love with her? What would Jacob do now that he knows he loves her? How would they get together? How would he propose? Would he come out to her as bisexual before or after they got together? I know i’m bombarding you but we all need some soft Jacob. This silly man has been through so much, and more will come, unfortunately in the future. He deserves true love.

okay these are a lot of different questions and I have been pondering a couple of them. I have the answers to these either written already or in the works/planning (Miracles pts 4 + 5, anyone??). One question you asked was going to happen in an Evie x F!Reader, so tbh it really depends on whether you care about the pairing or just the fluff (like romantic vs platonic).

So long story short, I can’t answer all these questions now because it wouldn’t hit right and I want to give proper time to these questions.

I’m gonna tag this so I can find it again because I will want to use this as a checklist to make sure I get them all for you in the future :)

#save #ask #anonymous #jacob frye #evie frye

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littlefrenchfryesblog · 5 years ago

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The Balcony

Fandom: Assassin's Creed

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader

Characters: Jacob Frye, Evie Frye, Arno Dorian, Connor Kenway, Edward Kenway, Ezio Auditore Da Firenze, Mario Auditore, Maria Auditore, Ethan Frye.

Words: 1.797

Modern AU

Summary: The reader tries to suicide herself before and all of the gang knows it with a class. Because she just ran from the class when she remembers it. And she changes someone's life because of what she lived.

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Finally, Jacob breaks up with Teressa and starts to join you guys you seemed happier than usual and everybody can see this with just one look in your eye.

So, when your days go normal in the cafeteria it's just because Jacob puts an arm around you and Teressa can't look you because you're in his protection. When the last class comes, you and Evie sit next to each other as always. You didn't know what the subject is, and you are happy with it. When Ms. Lane comes to class wich she is your biology teacher she says the subject and your memories came back to your mind you just start to terrifying and your hands start to shaking. She simply says ''Reproduction in humans'' and when Evie sees your reaction to the subject she asks with worry in her voice ''(Y/N) are you okay?'' you answer her question with a shaky voice ''E-Evie I-I'm not good.'' and your body starts to shake too. Jacob notice it when Ms. Lane came to class but he didn't say anything because he didn't see anything suspicious until now and when he saw your hands shaking like crazy and your body starts to shake too. When you start to play with your hair and look like you terrified he thinks he needs to step into the moment. ''(Y/N) Are you okay?'' When he tries to reach you, you pick your stuff and your school bag and run out of class and start to run out of school.

You were remember everything. The Balcony, the wind passes your hair, the last thought you have. ''When people say you're worthless, that does not mean you are worthless. When people say you're a wrong person, that doesn't mean you're a wrong person. That's just prooves they are just stupid.'' you try to forget it when you came to the home. Henry's mom (Henry's family is your volunteer family because you are an exchange student) gratefully welcomes you with a warm smile on her face. And asks ''Why you are here? The school isn't finished.'' you ignore her. You didn't want to remember it. You go to your room and change your clothes. When you finish changing your clothes you call your friends from the country you live in before you came to study (The Countr You Want To Study). Thankfully your friend answers you. ''Hey (Y/N)! How is going?'' You answer your friend with tears in your eyes, ''Actually, nothing is good (Your Friends Name) our biology teacher talks about Reproduction in humans and I start to freak out!'' When you start to tell her what happened she shocked too. ''Oh my god (Y/N) Sorry, but that's bad.'' You answered her ''I know (Y/F/N) but I don't know what should I do so, I called you.'' Then you heard the doorbell rings and you try to guess who came to your house. And when your friend continues to talk but you ignore her. And you knew who came, your friends and their family. You feel bad about what you did. When you think about that Henry comes to your room and calls you downstairs. You wipe your tears in your eyes and go downstairs.

You see all of your friends with worried eyes, especially Jacob. When dinner starts, Henry's mum called your parents even you say to her ''Please don't call'em. I'm okay.'' but she always answers you with ''No. You're not. And we need to find out what is it.'' So, your dad answers it with ''(Y/N) Has three friends in that time. One of them left (Y/N) first. After that friend, (Y/N) sad two friends left. But you know three is just a number, but two means togetherness, coupling. So, they turn their back to (Y/N), But when (Y/N) finds out, it's too late. They break her just like they breaking a walnut. (Y/N) came to me and say ''I become so numb. I'm paralyzed. I can't take it. I don't know what to do.'' So, we take (Y/N) To a psychologist with soo many sessions, we discovered can't make it but when we realize it, the (Y/N) we knew is gone.'' He waited a little bit. ''(Y/N) tried to suicide herself after this.'' And everybody looks at your dad with shock. Evie says ''Is this real?'' with tears filling her eyes and Jacob looks at you. Your dad continues ''What happened? do you take it normally if your friends betray you.'' and little silence again. ''(Y/N) jumps from the balcony and..'' You raise your eyebrows to your dad for telling him to stop. He ignores it and continues to his sentence, you took your hands together and put them to your mouth and look down when he continues, ''The iron bar enters to her stomach and damage wall of the womb and it affects the fertility soo seriously. It makes trample down the possibilities to make a child for her.'' so you stand up from the table and run to your room and start to cry. you don't want to remember it. Not after a minute Jacob comes and tries to relax you.

When you stop crying he hugs you tightly and you feel like you're in where you belong. After ten minutes you heard a scream and it says ''Please don't jump! Please!'' So, you turned to Jacob and say '' Thank you, Jacob. But I think we should look for what's happening.'' he shakes his head and says '' Are you sure you're okay love?'' you shake your head and he says ''Yes let's look for it.'' so you two go and look for what's happening.

You can't believe your eyes. A girl you think seven years young from you tries to jump through a balcony. So you ran to the woman who begs for her to don't jump. she said ''She tries to suicide herself please help her. She locks her door.'' you run to the house and Jacob catches your arm and says ''What are you doing?'' you answered him with worry in your voice ''I'm gonna break the door and stop her. Please, Jacob, I do that fault and that makes my life a mess. I can't let her do it to herself like me or the far more worst thing. Are you coming with me or not?'' he comes with you and you guys enter the house. Jacob says '' Are you seriously thinking to break the door?'' you say with hurry ''Don't be stupid of course I won't if we do something like that she simply jumps from the balcony.'' When you come to the room there's her dad tries to break down the door. you pick your Kirby grip from your hair. Thankfully you do a bun to your hair on that day. So you open the door with it. Jacob simply says ''Wow! How do you do it?'' you answered him ''The escapade I do when I was a child.'' when you entered the room the dad tries to come too and you say ''no, wait for a minute.'' ''But...'' yo answered the dad ''Stop and listen to a reason.'' then you and Jacob get into the room and close the door. She was at the balcony parapet and she was crying. you come near her and say ''Hello, Hello I'm (Y/N) (L/N)'' She shouts at you ''Don't come close! Don't come close or I'm gonna jump!'' she shouts with a cry. You remember yourself when you jump from the balcony. ''Okay. Okay, relax. Relax, you're soo young. What old ate you? (Ten less from the age you are)?'' She answers you ''Tell that to my dad. I talk so much, I cry, I blandish. Don't let me marry. I'm gonna study. Look, they're trying to marry me with that pig. Without shame...'' She cries even harder than before and looks down from the balcony. You let her continue ''Yes. Continue I'm listening. I'm listening. Tell me.'' She continues ''They are going to the gynecologist to check me. I want to die. You don't understand, die.'' You try to stop her ''STOP. STOP. OKAY, OKAY okay. Wait for a minute, please wait for a minute, please, Relax. Please. What's your name?'' she answers ''Clara.'' you repeat ''Clara. Clara look this is the second floor so if you jump you won't die, become permanently disabled. Even now, they are not caring about you, what do you think they're gonna act to a permanently disabled Clara? If you jump your skull can break, maybe your waist will break, maybe your legs gonna break, maybe something far worse than these things. But you won't die you will become a person who always needs special care. Withal these people who are inside. Do you understand me?'' and she shakes her head. ''Come, look I'm gonna talk to your dad. I'm not gonna let you marry, nothing will happen like that.'' She answers with a loud cry ''Is it easy? How will you do it?'' you answered her ''I will gonna make it. No one can touch you. No one will make you do something you don't want to. I promise'' she answers ''They can. You don't know them.'' you answered surely '' And you don't know me, Clara. If I make a promise I will keep it. Please, take a chance on yourself again. When people say you're worthless, that does not mean you are worthless. When people say you're a wrong person, that doesn't mean you're a wrong person. That's just prooves they are just stupid. Please.'' She looks you with hopeful eyes ''Promise?'' you answer with a smile ''I promise. Everything will be perfect. You're not alone. Look, I'm here I won't let them make you sad.'' And you give your hand to her. And she took it. And you hug her. And you left the balcony.

You talk to her dad. And you intimidate him and her family. You left the house with Jacob. Every time you ask him he is always in shock. He looks you with lovely eyes every time. And on that day He promises himself that he is gonna tell you that he loves you one day. And It's soon.

When you call Clara one month later, you're happy when you see her study.

P.S: I’m gonna make Arno Dorian x reader for his birthday I want to do it today but I’m busy with this story.so I think I’m gonna start to write it today but I think I’m gonna post it tomorrow.

I want to make a series about how Jacob and the reader how they met and how Jacob confesses his feelings to the reader. If you want a series like that, make a comment and say yes so I can start to write it ( ^^*)

#jacob frye x reader #I need some drama but happy ending #I want to make a new series #i'm sorry about it #suicide #assassinscreed #jacob frye

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