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goddidntdothis · 8 months ago
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The Fryes. Which ones?
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stranded-in-quantum · 4 months ago
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despite being hurt herself, she only ever cared about him
Charlotte Crawford (oc) & Jacob Frye (AC Syndicate <3)
Jacob was first assassin I ever played with since Syndicate is my first AC game?? And It's very special to me <3
My friend encouraged me to post my silly ship arts anyway :3
please don't eat me :'(
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aiza-luna · 4 months ago
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ASSASSIN'S CREED SYNDICATE - SANCTITY: Nightly Haunt.
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December 19th, 1888
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Cold.
That's all that she felt, cold. The terrible weather in London that seemed to loom over her. It was December, winter was already at the door... The thick snow covering most of the streets as she returned to her home.
The Estate she ordered the build in 1874, named "Hampton Manor", for the water meadow located in it's proximities. A place of quietude located in Hastings... She wanted to live closer to the sea side, like when she lived in Spain, feeling closer to her home.
As she reached the door, she found... Odd. There was no servant to greet her, and the carriege she came from was gone. She stood alone, in the wintery night... A shiver ran down her spine, but not by the weather.
Something was wrong.
Shaking the feeling, she opened the doors of her house, the wood cracking loudly across the entrance. There was only silence.
No cheerful chatting from the maids, no chandelier and bright lights, or the preparations for the upcoming Christmas. Only... Silence. And a faint light coming from some weak candles.
- Ms. Scotts? Ms. Wilson? Mr. Briggs? - She called loudly, but her only response was dead silence.
Something was really wrong.
She walked a bit further across the entrance, but she stopped as she felt her boots stomp over something... Wet.
The soft sound of liquid moving and dropping echoed, making her frown.
- Pero lo que és es... - The Spaniard murmured in confusion, stopping mid-sentence, reaching out for one of the lit candles, grabbing the holder.
She placed it near the puddle she stepped over... To her horror. It wasn't water.
It was blood.
Her expression grew to shock, her heart sinking to her chest as her instincts went sky-high. Someone had entered her house, and killed one of her staff.
Her thoughts were running in miles per hour, her heartbeat rising... How could that happened?!
She light up around the puddle, spotting a cold pale hand flat across the floor... Ms. Carter, one of the oldest maids in the house. The woman was brutally murdered, her maid dress torn apart, her chest opened as her organs were spreas around her body. 
Her eyes stared at the grotesque display in front of her. She wasn't a stranger to death, but seeing a friend in such gruesome state... It filled her with revolt. Sheer anger and worry for what else happened in her house.
She started to walk over the house, stopping more bloody puddles as she walk, the very floors of her beloved mansion painted in crimson. She refused to look at the bodies, for now... She had to discover who did such animalistic attack against her staff.
That's when she noticed the staircase... A bloody trail tainted the blue carpet that was placed on it. The Assassin walked up in light and silence steps, holding the candle holder firmly on her hand.
Silently following the trail, with only the sound of the wind outside, she stopped when she realized the trail continue, down the hallway. A goosebump ran over her spine. That's wasn't good.
She continued after a deep breath, following the macabre trail... Until she froze, her pulse accelarating once more and her body turning cold.
That was her Children's Playroom. Her free hand trembled as she reached for the door knob, the creek of the wood was almost deafining...
... The room was pitch black dark, with no light turned on. She held her breath as she turned on the light bulb... And felt her heart sink down her stomach.
There was blood everywhere. On the wallpapers, on the toys, on the floor... A carnage spread for any poor soul that entered to witness. On the floor, layed four petit bodies, covered in white sheets, soaked red with blood, only their feet visible.
She felt the tears pouring down her cheeks as she rushed towards the bodies, sobbing loudly as she touched them over the cover. Cold. Dead cold... Her white gloves becoming stainted as well, but she didn't care. 
A aching pain ripped across her whole being... She wanted to scream, to cry, to yell until the air was gone from her lungs. She wanted to tear her own flesh, to sink her fingers on her body to make the pain in her being more bearable.
Her children, her beloved children... No Mother could stand what she was witnessing.
- Alyssa... James... Miranda... Leo... - She murmured, as she cuppered the face of the last body, her youngest son, Leonardo, over the sheet. - Perdóname.., Ay mis amores,  Perdóname... - The Assassin pleaded quietly in a thin voice, broken and filled with hopelessness, as she lowered her head and let the tears flow down.
- What a lovely family reunion! - A new voice said, breaking the mouring of the Spaniard, who quickly reacted. Turning to face the new arrival, her eyes wided when she saw who it was.
The young man with light brown hair and and blue eyes, wearing a dark cloack and coat, his physic towering over hers considerally.
- Jack...? - She murmured in desbelief. The orphan Jacob took under his wing, long ago. Jack Cohen, a poor boy from a family of Jewish-Polish immigrants, that ended up in an Asylum, being freed after the downfall of Crawford Starrick and took by her husband.
She knew that boy since he entered in their lives. He witnessed the birth of her children, she tried to look for him and understand him, like a mother. And now...
- You... - She murmured, her expression shifting. -... It's was you?! - The Spaniard groaned, anger building up whitin her, ready to explode.
- A masterful piece, wouldn't you agree, Mrs. Frye? - The man replied, smirking as she held the knife, caressing the tip of it with his finger. - This is what the Assassins are! The true potential of the Creed! - He exclaimed, opening his arms.
She clentched her teeth. How dared him?!
- This is not the Creed, you monster!! This is your twisted delirium!! - The Assassin stood up, pointing her blooded glove towards the killer, her eyes filled with rage. - ¡Eres un demonio! ¡¡Un demonio que entró en nuestras vidas y las convirtió en un infierno!! - Solange screamed in anger, but Jack didn't fazed, or stopped smiling.
- Strong words, coming from a woman, my Lady... - He mused darkly, his eyes filled with a sadistic glee. - I'm not sure Jacob is being very fond of your language. - The Ripper continued, pointing his blade to a corner of the room.
She didn't saw it when she entered... She could swear that part was empty. But now, it was her worst nightmare. Sitting in the swinging chair in the room, the same chair she spend nights breastfeeding and singing her children to sleep... Was now covered in blood.
Jacob was sitting there. His eye swallowed, his face bleeding and his Master Assassin uniform torn brutally. His chest was open, his guts falling over his lap, as his other organs were spread on his feet, followed by his hands and Assassin Gauntlet, his heart... Was right under her feet.
Solange let out an horrorfied gasp, one of her hands covering her mouth. He wasn't covered like their children... He was left to the naked eye to see, like a grim taunt towards her.
- JACOB!! - She cried instinctively, running towards him, almost slipping over the pool of blood. She leaned towards him, her hands shaking as she cuppered his face... His cheeks were ice cold, his skin pale with purple bruises, and his eyes... Oh God, his eyes.
Milky, opaque... Lifeless. His hazel-green eyes didn't greet her with his typical glow of joy and love, but only mirroring her reflection in an empty gaze, a dead stare. She let out a loud sob.
- Jacob, mi amor... - The Assassin murmured in another hipccup... Why? Why did this happened?! Why them?! Why not her?! - Mi amor, perdóname... Por favor... - She pleaded silently, hugging what was now her husband's corpse.
The Ripper did nothing but soft chuckle at the display in front of him. That made the Spanish Assassin rage. The Creed, her composion, everything was second-handed. She wanted him to pay for ever entering in her life.
- ¡¡MALDITO!! - She screamed at the top of her lungs, withdrawing her hidden blades, she charged towards him, pressing him up against the wall. As she would strike, he headbutt her, dizzing her briefly, before strincking a blow with his arm.
She stepped back, defending from another kick, but as she attack, her punch was blocked, and she got kicked in the stomach. The younger man didn't losted time and pinned her down with his body weight, the Assassin held his arm back, kicking his abdomen and rolling over him, moving one of her arms, but he quickly moved to grab her neck, pinning her down once more.
- Don't worry, Mrs. Frye. - He grumbled sadistically. - I'll make sure you go after your husband and children. After all, you have already left them alone with me, right? - Jack teased in a hiss, watching the Assassin gasp for air under him.
He raised his blade, aiming towards her forehead.
- Welcome them in the death, Lady Cotoner... And have a nice family reunion. - He commanded in a excited tone, his eyes filled with a maniacal glow.
That was the last thing she saw, before everything went black...
... Solange gasped out in panic, her body rising in a jolted motion. Her face was sweaty and her eyes filled with panik. She blinked a few times, adjusting with the lack of light in her bedroom... Only the moon illuminated her place.
Her train of thoughts were interrupted by a soft snort. As she turned to see her side, she saw a figure she immediatly recognized: Jacob.
Her husband was deep asleep, bandaged as his wounds healed in a slow but assured pace. The now trademarked eyepatch over his left eyes as he layed against the pillow.
His hair messy and the bedsheets over him. She let out a deep relieved sigh, placing a hand over her chest. 
Smiling silently, she moved one of her hands to touch his hair, gently moving his bangs off his face... She sweetly caressed his brown hair, a few strings of gray hair appearing, a sign of his stress during the Autumn of Terror.
He was there. With her. By her side, on their bed...
... Everything was fine.
That was just a nightmare.
Jack was dead, unable to do anymore harm to him or their family... But that wasn't because of her, but because of Evie.
It was only Evie, because she wasn't there.
It was Evie... Not her, that ended that nightmare.
She failed. She failed to protect them.
The Spaniard bit her lips, exhaling through her nose. She sitted on the bed for a few moments, contemplating everything... The mission on Morocco was sucessful. They managed to calm the tensions between Spain and Morocco, she herself had audiances with Hassan I of Morocco, discussing not only regarding to the Spanish influence on the country, but also about the slave trade still practiced within the nation.
Yet, still... All of this came with the cost of leaving her husband behind. Leave her young children behind. God and all Saints be praised for Caroline's good heart in keeping her children safe in Crawley.
But she only did so because she wasn't there to protect them, like a mother should... And that hurted. More than any stab or bullet she took while in Morocco, aiding the local Brotherhood.
With a soft sigh, the Countess got off the bed and silently walked towards the door to the balcony. Opening it, revealed her the chilly winter air, which made her shiver instantly, her night gown softly blowing along the breeze.
No matter how many years passed, she could never get used to the cold. Prefering the warmer mediterrenean weather of her homeland. Still, the fresh air of the woods surrounding the manor brought her a bit of comfort... It matched the coldness and guilty that was chilling all over her soul.
She stood there, near the balcony railing, feeling the cold of the wintery night for minutes, her gaze lost in the darkness.
- I thought you were a Hoopoe, Sunshine, not an Owl. - A male raspy and tired voice chimmed, breaking the dead silence of the moment, making her turn around.
Her husband stood there, on his night shirt, holding a candelabrum in his hand. His gaze curious and sleepy, as he watched her.
- Jacob... - She stated quietly, knowing the hour and the state he was in. -... Perdóname, cariño, ¿te desperté? - Solange inquired gently, moving her hands away from the balcony railings.
- You didn't, the bed just felt empty without you. - He replied in a soft tone, walking closer to her. - Sol, sweetheart, is everything alright? - Jacob asked, recognizing the look of sadness on his wife's face.
- I'm fine. - She replied calmly, flashing a small smile. - I just... Needed air. - The Spanish Lady murmured, looking back into the dark woods.
Jacob rose an eyebrow, visibly not buying her words. A look for concern still present on his features.
- I didn't knew people need to take a blow of winter air on their faces at late night when they don't sleep. - He replied with a bit of sarcasm, Solange smiled a bit more... Even after all those years, he was still as sharp as ever.
- I'll take you don't believe me, right? - She inquired rhetorically, he smiled.
- Not for a moment, love. - Jacob affirmed, Solange shook her head amused, but his smile flatted as he continued to watch her. - Solange, darling, we have been through this... Please tell me what's wrong. - He pleaded gently, reaching out his hand on hers.
Solange looked at him, her honey-brown eyes filled with a mix of emotions. Fear, embarassment, hesitation, worry... Everything a confusion mess on her orbs.
- I... Had a nightmare. - She admitted. God, that sounded so silly out loud. Almost like she was a scared child confessing to their parent.
Jacob looked at her puzzled.
- A nightmare? - He repeated, before he realized what she was implying, his expression softning but still had a worried gaze with his hazel-green eye. - Love... Are you still thinking about it? - He wondered gently, already knowing the awnser.
- There isn't a day I'm not thinking about it, Jacob. - Solange replied, her tone quiet and guilty. - If only I was here with you, if only I was here to protect the children... I left you alone with that psicópata, what type of wife am I? What type of mother am I? - The brunette started to murmur with a heavy voice, her grip on his hand tightning slightly.
Jacob moved to her side, looking at her gently. - A wonderful wife and mother, and a wonderful Master Assassin. - He replied with kindness and conviction. - You had to do a mission, it was you duty. - The British said, trying to give her some reassurance.
- I know. - She argued. - But that mission costed my presence here. It cost my presence when my family needed me the most. - Solange said, visibly frustrated with the situation.
- Solange, it's over. - Jacob said, frowning in worry at his wife's constant repetition of what happened. - Jack is dead, the children are safe. The Moroccan Brotherhood needed you and your apprentices from Barcelona. - He continued.
Solange looked at him, moving her free hand to his face, gently caressing his cheek, over to the eyepatch he worn on his left eye. It broke her heart to know Jack, that maldito beated him until his eye was swallowed... It hurted not seeing both his hazel-green eyes sparkling joyfully at her.
- I'll never forgive myself for leaving, Jacob... Not when you needed me. - She confessed in a whisper. - I failed you... Lo siento mucho... - The Spaniard pleaded in a thin voice. Her honey-brown eyes carried all the misery and tiredness that her own blame brought upon her.
Jacob's expression dropped to one of pain and empathy. Even after all this years, Solange was still the same: Keeping blaming herself in silence, dwelling on the guilt of her choices until it chocked her alive. He hated that, he hated watching her trying to take the weight of the world on her shoulders because of her sense of duty, as a wife and as an Assassin.
The Gang Leader slowly moved his arm around her, bringing her closer to him in a hug, his other hand still holding the candelabrum.
- Sol, my darling... - He started, his voice gentle but firm. -... You didn't failed me, and you didn't failed our family. We didn't knew what Jack would have become... And what would he do. - the patriarch murmured, his tone filled with sorrow and resignation over his apprentice's death.
- I don't want you to blame yourself for not being prepared for what we didn't knew. - He affirmed softly, feeling her grip on his nightshirt tightning briefly. - I don't hold that against you, neither do the children... So don't do this for us. - Jacob concluded, hugging her tighter.
They stood like that for a few minutes, despite the coldness of the night, their warmth protected and comforted one another.
-... Gracias mi amor. - Solange said in a quiet and soft tone, slowly looking up at him. -... Gracias por todo. - She continued, giving a soft kiss on his eyepatch, making Jacob smiled.
- You're welcome, mí amor. - He replied lovingly, caressing her cheek with his thumb in a soothing manner, his british accent heavy as he spoke in her mother-tongue. - Now, let's go inside and you tell me about that nightmare... - Jacob started, moving her gently towards inside the room.
- That won't be needed, Jacob... - Solange tried to argue, but her only awnser from him was a smirk. 
- Of course it is! I wouldn't allow a nightmare to be in the way of my wife's sleep. I'll chase it off myself, if I need to. - He replied in a more playful manner.
The Spanish Noblewoman couldn't help but smile, it was just like in the first years they have met... His humor and witty never faded, only calmed with time.
- I know you will, mi grajo tonto... - The brunette returned in a tender but playful tone, resting her head on his shoulder.
She may never forgive herself, but she knew that her Rook would always have his Hoopoe by his side, from now on, that was a promise she made for herself. They were two birds that would never leave each other.
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FINALLY.
I FINALLY DID ANOTHER JACOB x SOLANGE DRABBLE!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳
Recently I have been seeing a lot of stuff about the Jack the Ripper DLC and it inspired me to work on this little scene! 🫶🏽
I really wanted to work on this since, unlike most OCs in the Fandom I saw, Solange was not witnessing the Autumn of Terror, instead, she was in Morocco, aiding the local Brotherhood in the amids of political tension with her country. (She is still a member of the Spanish Brotherhood afterall), so this lack of participation when her family needed the most took a tool on her, and I wanted to portray this guilt she would feel. 😔🥲
(This is also my way to explain why Ubisoft didn't made Jacob's wife appear in the DLC, although we all know is because they didn't wanted to give Jacob a Canon love interest.)
Although is not mentioned in the fic, their oldest son Emmett was in a mission in Wales, hence why he was also not in London when Jack started his reign of chaos. The only children mentioned (Alyssa, James, Miranda and Leonardo) are their youngest children, all still kids at that time.
Caroline is a character from "ACS: Sanctity", she is a maid in the Standford Estate and Solange's best friend when she arrived in London. In 1888, she is the Frye Family's Governess and Tutor, she was send to Crawley to watch over the children by Jacob, who feared Jack would try to hunt them down in Hastings. (Where their main house/ estate was located and Jack knew about)
I'm really proud of how this scene turned out! I wanted to show more of Sol and Jacob as a married couple, after all the events of my fic 🥹
I really hope I manage to give a taste of what their relationship ended up like, middle-aged Solob has my heart 🫶🏽
Well, that's all for now! Hope you all enjoy it! 🩵
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Solange Teresa Vivianne Cotoner-Frye by @aiza-luna
Jacob Frye by Ubisoft
Caroline Mason, Alyssa Esperanza Frye-Cotoner, James Sebastián Frye-Cotoner, Miranda Christine Frye-Cotoner, Leonardo Theodore Frye-Cotoner by @aiza-luna
Cover Editing by _We.are.Assassin_
Writting by @aiza-luna
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teecupangel · 2 years ago
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So I’ve seen a lot of meme’s recently basically saying how, of the Frye twins, Evie is the actual assassin and Jacob is the idiot, comic relief brother? And like, sure, Jacob can be a bit dense, but he’s still an assassin.
However, it did get me thinking about a plot idea that would start off really funny and kinda light-hearted that would dip briefly into angst before sky rocketing to happy endings for everyone.
So time-travel happens, of course, only Desmond isn’t alone. He wakes up with some british guy with him. And it isn’t Shaun. (Jacob, or course.)
Jacob, with the last thing he remembers being getting drunk with some rooks, thinks he’s dreaming himself in Renaissance Italy.
So Desmond of course plans to save the Auditore family, Jacob goes along with it because what else is he gonna do in his dream?
Because he thinks he’s dreaming, Jacob does act like a bit of an idiot. Desmond is sneaking around, quietly taking out guards while Uberto talks, planning on interrupting Uberto once the enemies have been thinned.
Jacob, walks right on up to the scaffolding, doing the whole ‘oh shut up’ bit before slicing Uberto’s throat right there, infront of a huge crowd.
Rodrigo gets a kukri thrown into the back of his head as he tries to flee.
Giovanni and Federico are both like 0o0.
Desmond is (-‸ლ)
Desmond and Jacob follow the Auditore to Monteriggioni.
Jacob, still thinking this is a long elaborate dream, flirts shamelessly with Federico, who is very confused but also…flattered?
At some point, Jacob falls into bed with Federico. And upon waking, realizes that…maybe this isn’t a dream? His bum kinda hurts, and he never wakes up still in the dream when it’s a sex dream…
Jacob freaking out, enacting the angst saga.
He goes to Desmond, because Desmond was there when Jacob woke up. So, he must have an idea whats going on? Surely he didn’t get to Italy from London while drunk??
And how has he been speaking italian?
Desmond’s response? Isu BS…Probably.
Jacob, realizing it’s not a dream, goes 'oh shit…I slept with a dude? for real? it’s not a dream anymore??’
Jacob acting really weird around Federico for a bit, unintentionally hurting Federico’s feelings.
Ezio gets involved, because Federico has been acting really sad, and Jacob is avoiding him now.
Desmond helps Ezio talk sense into Jacob, 'it’s ok to like dudes, Jacob. I like dudes too. And so does Ezio.’
And Ezio be like…'I do? oh. I do…’
Jacob reconciles his feelings and makes up with Federico.
HAPPILY EVER AFTER?? MAYBE?
(Bonus, clay being transported with them as well would add a lot of extra comedy, because he’s already a snarky asshole who has died and really doesn’t have time for this…and he would probably be best buds with Jacob and Federico, they’d definitely be the type to go clubbing together, and drag a reluctant Desmond along.)
Addition from teecup:
Adding Clay would mean that their dynamic would be something like this:
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Between a man who thinks he’s dreaming and a man given the power to finally take control of his life and the life of others, Desmond’s chill personality may look like a heaven sent.
Perhaps you’d even have a scene where Clay just tells Desmond:
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So when Ezio comes to Desmond asking for help with Jacob and they finally cornered Jacob who is having his bidisaster awakening, Desmond finally thinks “This is it. This is my punchline.”
AND he just outright states everybody else’s dirty laundry with a serene smile.
It starts nice.
Desmond: There’s nothing wrong with liking men, Jacob… I happen to like dudes too. And so does Leonardo.
Ezio: Wait, he does???
Desmond: And if Ezio just gets his head out of his ass, he’d see that he happens to like Leonardo too.
Ezio: Wait, I… do…? Oooohhhh…
Desmond: Not to mention, Giovanni and Lorenzo are definitely banging.
Ezio: What.
Desmond: And Cesare definitely got fucked by his second in command.
Ezio: What???
Desmond: And La Volpe and Mach-
Ezio: OKAY! That’s enough, Desmond! (covers Desmond’s mouth) What he means to say is that there is nothing wrong with being attracted to men. Right?
Desmond: (muffled sounds that Ezio swore is about his uncle)
Ezio: Right, Desmond!?
Desmond: ……… (nods)
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b3k1720 · 1 year ago
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Jacob Frye, Even though I’m leaving ( Father’s Day song fic )
By Luke combs ( song fic )
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It’s Father’s Day in some parts of the world right now ( not here in Australia) so I thought I’d write this one shot for those craving something for Jacob and his son ( I used my version of Jacob’s family )
@nemo-in-wonderland @ct-5445 @thedragonqueenfan @assassins-and-hidden-blades
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( 1875 )
It was sometime in the night when little Emmette Frye snuck from his bed and tiptoed to his parents room. The trees rustling and tapping on the window pane had frightened him.
At first he tried to wake up his sister,
“Hmm go’way” she muttered and rolled back over and covered herself with her blanket.
Once in his parents room he shook his father awake,
“Daddy?” Emmette whispered to the assassin startling the man awake, he reached for the blade he kept under the mattress but stopped when he saw who disturbed him.
“Emmette?” Jacob rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got up from the bed carefully as not to disturb his wife.
The young boy quickly jumped in to his fathers arms as he picked him up,
“Let’s get you back to bed lad…” he yawned.
( start song )
Before Emmette could utter another word the assassin was already tucking him in to bed, giving him a goodnight kiss and starting to turn to leave,
“Daddy I’m afraid, won’t you stay a little while” he begged grabbing his fathers sleeping shirt by the tails,
“Why’s that son?” Jacob asked curiously now turning back to listen,
“Keep me safe because there’s monsters right outside” Emmette explained pointing to the window that let the moonlight in.
“There’s no monsters lad, you’ll be alright” Jacob tried to reason softly, trying again to leave.
“Daddy please don’t go, I don’t want to be alone…when you leave they’ll know I’m alone and get me” Emmette whimpered.
Seeing the genuine fear in his child Jacob took his hand and said,
“Just cause I’m leaving, it don’t mean that I wont be here right by your side…when you need me and you can’t see me in the middle of the night”
He took his son in to a hug,
“Just close your eyes and say a prayer, it’s ok I know you’re scared when I’m not here…I’ll always be right here” Jacob added putting a hand over Emmette’s heart.
( 1891 )
“Come father I’ll be late my carriage will be here any minute” Emmette called out to his father, now a young man he had been called away over seas for a mission on behalf of the British brotherhood.
He had just finished consoling his mother and promising profusely to write as often as he could.
“You know the brotherhood doesn’t like to be kept waiting” Emmette added as his father came down the stairs, the years hadn’t been to kind to the elder assassin especially during the autumn of terror some years back.
“Are you ready son?” Jacob asked as he looked at the one suitcase he was going to take.
“As I’ll ever be..” he replied nervously, there was a sick churning in his stomach and he wasn’t even on the boat yet.
Emmette wondered if he was ready for this mission at all…he had always had his father to guide him.
Opening the front door the young man saw the carriage pull up on the street infront of his childhood home.
Jacob pulled his son close before he could leave, wrapping his arms around his sons neck,
“Just because your leaving, it don’t mean I won’t be there by your side” he whispered holding back the tears that threatened to spill and the lump in his throat,
“When you need me and you can’t see me in the middle of the night”
Emmette tried to interrupt,
“I-I’ll be fine father-“
“Just close your eyes and say a prayer, it’s ok I know your scared…I might be here but I’ll always be right there..” Jacob added pulling away from his son, patting him on the back and sending him off in to the world.
( 1919 )
The telegram had come a week prior from old Aunt Evie in the countryside,
‘Emmette come home. Your father had an Apoplexy’ the elder man read it and his heart filled with dread, he took the first train he could to Crawley.
Once there he, his sister and Aunt Evie did their best to look after the old assassin. He wasn’t so spry no more and he couldn’t free run or fight like in his old days.
But unfortunately he grew weaker each day,
“Heh who knew a stroke would take me” Jacob whispered from his bed as Emmette sat by his bedside, Amelia was helping her Aunt prepare lunch downstairs.
“I’d always hoped it’d be at the business end of blade or pistol” he chuckled which turned in to a coughing fit which made the old man gasp for air.
“You aren’t going to die father…just rest and you’ll regain your strength soon enough” Emmette reasoned after his father had slightly settled, taking his hand gently.
The poor man was in denial even after the doctors grim diagnosis…he wasn’t going to get better.
“I’m an old man Emmette…I’ve done my fighting…I miss your mother” Jacob muttered tiredly wheezing, his grip loosening on his sons hand.
Emmette felt tears pool in his eyes,
“Daddy I’m afraid…won’t you stay a little while?” He felt like a small child again as he begged his father trying to keep him awake.
“It’s my time son…”
“I never thought I’d see the day I’d have to say goodbye..” Emmette whimpered.
“T-Then I did good..a father should never have to bury his son…”
“Daddy please don’t go, I can’t do this on my own..” he became to softly cry,
“You have your sister…and your children…look after your aunt for me..” Jacob reasoned rasping.
“There’s no way I can walk this road alone…I still need you..”
With the last bit of strength in the old Assassins body Jacob took his sons hand,
“Just cause I’m leaving, it don’t mean that I won’t be here right by your side…when you need me and you can’t see me…I-in the middle of the night..” he answered softly.
“Just close your eyes and say a prayer..” Jacob lifted a shakily weak hand to wipe away the tears running down Emmette’s cheek,
“It’s okay boy I’m not scared, I won’t be here…”
His weakened hand slipped down to place it over his sons heart,
“I’ll always be right here…” Jacob patted it and his arm fell back by his side, too exhausted now to move.
“Amelia, Aunt Evie!” Emmette cried out,
“Even though I’m leaving…I’m not going no where…” Jacob closed his eyes.
“I’m not going no where…” he muttered and drifted off to sleep…. 
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deadlysequence · 1 year ago
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Memento Mori
(Remember you will die)
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littlemisswriter · 9 months ago
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Saving London - Final Part
Summary:
Sometimes distance doesn’t heal estranged lovers. There was so much to say yet only silence from internal conflict. But when that conflict turns into real danger, will there be enough time for Jacob and Lily to put aside fears and speak their truths?
Hiya, I have FINALLY finished this AU series with this final part. It is definitely longer than the others as it wraps everything in this storyline up. I hope you have all enjoyed x
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Time had dragged on agonisingly slow, being a little over a week since Lily had leapt from the clock tower alone that night. She hadn’t been any less preoccupied with her gang or leads that aided her against the Templars, but that hadn’t meant her mind had been elsewhere. Her last interaction with Jacob had left a heavy pull in her chest that she couldn’t shake no matter how she attempted to remedy it. In the time apart, the two hadn’t seen each other, with good reason. Well… that hadn’t been entirely true.
Only after the second day of the encounter with a tremendous amount of overthinking had the assassin gotten restless. She remembers fighting back and forth between her head and her heart as she paced through her carriage on what to do. She left Jacob so coldly, and the poor man didn’t deserve it in the least, especially when he had opened up his heart to her. It did not sit right. So against her better judgement, she leapt from the train and made way to his usual patrol spot. Her legs anxiously taking her through the streets, keeping to the shadows with her hood pulled up to avoid recognition; and to hid away her turmoil from those that glanced over long enough to notice.
Taking higher ground was a better alternative, knowing it would inherit a better chance of stealth when all she had intended to do was spy. Having intention to do just that would make anyone think she was mad, but Lily had to see him, even if for a brief moment.
And she had, finding him stood alone in the alleyway with a few urchins scarcely stood around a close bonfire in attempt to get warm. The assassin crouched down along the roof, brows furrowing as she lay eyes on the man watching over the area; his eyes turning to the children every so often before looking back out onto the street.
He kept to himself mostly, not engaging as much with his comrades as he usually did as his mind was helplessly elsewhere. It was hard to detect his expression, his face hidden under another hat he acquired for himself, though his body language in itself was very telling. And the guilt that seeped into her thoughts was heavy, inhaling heavily as she soon made way from the area through the rain that began to set in.
That night days ago hadn’t left her mind; Jacob hadn’t left her mind if she was being completely honest. She had really left an impact on him. And herself too. Lily did her best to push through it all and remain her usually cheeky, light-hearted self, but it was tough. There was no denying that she missed gazing onto his smile when they were together, or how they reeked havoc whenever they visited the pub to share a pint. Most of all it was his company she missed, how he was one of the very few that could reach a genuine laugh from the woman, and somehow always finding themselves in mischief in situations they definitely should not be in.
Expressing emotions wasn’t one of her strongpoints, having shut off that part of herself when she was very young. And now she seemed to be paying the price. Growing up as an assassin was very lonely, the lifestyle was hidden under an oath as well as her true identity. And the memories and experiences she had were vividly different from those of anyone else, yet she had to keep it all a secret; a lesson she had learnt very early in life. With all that in mind, it’s what made it difficult for her to create any real intimate connections with people. Yet her heart yearned.
There was something special about that man, something that ignited a fire in her after a long time. It was a feeling that didn’t come to her often. But this past week had her realise that she could not deny her heart anymore no matter how hard she tried.
The rain was incessant and the days long. That type of weather usually brought her a sense of peace, and now it acted as white noise that she found herself lost in. Her body swayed every now and then as Bertha tracked another mile along the tracks. The carriage that she sat in was warm with a golden hue lit by the surroundings candles. Her body slouched back into the lounge as she listened to Henry Green, her ally and friend, stand before her and speak of another endeavour about this Precursor Artefact he had been infatuated with since the day they met. His interest never differed from it, always so focused on this so called ‘shrowd’ and all the relentless study that came with it.
Henry didn’t feel fieldwork was his speciality, but rather being in the confines of a room with his nose in a book. He planned and strategized; it was what he was best at. So, a lot of the times, Lily had been the one to venture out on his behalf for these findings of his. It hadn’t been all bad however, it kept her busy as well as everything else she dedicated herself to.
“-a material that speaks of something rather interesting. The Kenway mansion, the original home of the assassin and pirate, Edward Kenway, that lived here right in London over a century ago!” He placed the book down that he was holding, putting his hands on his hips as he sighed, revelling in this new revelation he had discovered. “It’s all rather fascinating, and I will need your help to find…” He trailed off, turning around to look back at Lily, though she appeared deeply lost in thought. His brows furrowed as he stepped closer to her, the woman not reacting to his movement as her eyes loosely locked onto the safe across from herself. “Miss Harvard?” His call was enough to snap her out of whatever trance she was in, lifting her chin from her palm as she averted her wide-eyed gaze back onto Henry. “Are you quite alright?”
“Yes, of course. My apologies, Henry. Do go on.” She straightened her posture, sitting upright as to prove to her friend that she was now attentive. But Henry could see past it, slowly coming down to sit by her side as he looked over the assassin with a hint of worry.
“You don’t seem yourself, if I may be so bold.” Her demeanour wasn’t as well hidden as she thought. But then again, the assassin was quite perceptive. “Is there something bothering you?” Lily’s mouth opened to reply but she had not truly had an answer for him. So, she sealed her lips once more and glanced away, confirming with certainty what Henry had already suspected. “You know, it’s not best to keep these things cooped up, Miss Harvard. It won’t do you any good.” Henry knew she was bold and confident with most things, but it had become obvious overtime that important, more personal topics, were ones that she tended to avoid. He understood, but he still didn’t like to see his friend suffer so.
Yet she still hesitated, being close with the man didn’t mean that it made it any easier on expressing how she felt. It was not the assassin way. Not her way.
“You mustn’t worry, I am fine.” She attempted to deny his questions of worry with a small smile, but the man was not naïve. He could only give her a concerned look, tilting his head as if conveying the message that he knew her words did not ring true. And she knew he was a smart man, and to continue to feign contentment in front of him would almost be an insult t his intelligence. So, she sighed, dropping the façade as she leant further down into her lap, elbows resting over her knees as her fingers laced loosely together.
“You know I am always here if you wish to talk,” he coaxed her gently, “we can speak of business at another time when you tell me what bothers you so.” His words gentle and his patience astounding at times. But it seemed to be enough for the woman to concave, sighing as she took a moment, doing her best to rattle her thoughts together enough to explain it the best she could.
“I just…” She looked to Henry, the man easily sat waiting for her to speak her mind. She sighed again, “I believe that… I may have,” she looked down to her feet, “possibly grown affections for someone.” The last part was spoken quieter, almost like she was embarrassed to admit it. And she didn’t receive an immediate response which stemmed her worry, so she looked back up at Henry to see him offering a small warm smile. It had her blink back as she felt heat rush to her face at the confession. But she continued on. “But it’s all so difficult. I pushed him away.” Henry listened intently, as a good friend. “And now I’m tormented with nothing but regret.”
Her eyes slowly drew up to her targets on the board, each Templar tied to the Mastermind of it all: Crawford Starrick. It reminded her that there was an entire city outside this carriage that needed her, whether it knew it or not. A goal that she was willing to risk her life for in a fight against oppression. It was that simple, or so it had been. Now she was riddled with other prioritise other than herself, something very new to her. It was all overwhelming. Henry too had turned his sights onto the same thing, eventually looking back to Lily to see her mind whirring faster than she could comprehend. She looked lost and torn at the predicament.
But a hand placed gently onto her shoulder had it stop, her attention pulled back onto her friend. The two shared a silent moment, as if Henry was offering her a moment of peace with a reassuring look. It had done nothing less than confuse her, trying to salvage her thoughts the best she could as she had shown too much already.
“What is his name?” He took his hand back, the question unexpected. She couldn’t believe she had finally told him and that they were truly speaking of this out loud. Lily could have laughed if she wasn’t so pent up. Her eyes drifted elsewhere, and she couldn’t help but twinge a smile at the thought of the Rook.
“Jacob.” His name rolled off her tongue like silk, a reflection of her thoughts on the man.
Henry could see by her small smile that Lily had indeed held deep affections for this fellow. Her feelings deeper than she had realised, but to the watchful eye, it could not have been clearer.
“What a splendid name.” Henry nodded, doing his best to lighten her spirits. “You know, I understand that our Creed dictates us to disassociate from such feelings. I have even been told that having these personal feelings could compromise missions.” Lily looked up at Henry once more as he went on, “but I am not against one person loving another.” The way he saw it, you could train an assassin to detach themselves from people as much as you’d like. But the one element that no one could ever take away from you, was your humanity.
His words planted a new thought into her head, that maybe she had been looking at this all wrong; even going so far as being too harsh on herself. And especially too harsh on Jacob.
Henry wasn’t what most others would deem a true assassin. He was seen as softer than the others due to his hesitation of violence and fieldwork. But maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing; it offered a different perspective. And though she never would have believed it, her heart slowed as did the weight in her chest lift ever so slightly. She faced danger and even death quite regularly, so what harm would it do to indulge in your feelings every once in a while?
“Go to him.” Her eyes widened as he nodded, glancing towards the carriage door as if to encourage her to do so. “I am still gathering as much intel as I can on the Kenway mansion, so it can wait a little while longer.” Her expression was nothing short of surprise as he offered her his own kind smile. “Love like this doesn’t come across a person every day. And if you don’t try, you might spend the rest of your life regretting it.” That was certainly something she did not want.
Her gaze tore over to the very door Henry insinuated at, conflicted as she did so. But he was right. If she didn’t take this opportunity now, she might very well miss it. So, with a hard swallow, she stood up to her feet and released a nervous exhale before slowly smiling with one last glance to the assassin.
“Thank you, Henry.” With that, she exited the train. The locomotive was not near a station, yet it didn’t deter the woman, jumping down onto the open tracks as her shoes squelched from the terrain beneath her.
Of course it was now raining harder than before. But she was determined, pulling her cowl from her robes over her face as she made haste to the Strand. She hadn’t known how long she was running, but her speed never slowed. She was on a new mission, and time only slipped away the longer it took her to reach the man.
The sight of the usual area Jacob would patrol came into her vision, weaving past two carriages along the cobblestone which earnt yells from their drivers. But she paid no heed. Her heart race sped up as she turned the corner to the alley with expectation to see the Rook there, though just as quickly as it sped up did it drop to find him nowhere in sight. Lily didn’t understand. Her brows furrowed as she instead set eyes on another two Rooks in Jacob’s place; she approached the brute and woman adorned in green. They seemed pleasantly surprised to see their leader, greeting her as such as she came before them.
“Well ‘ello Miss Harvard, we didn’t expect to see’s you out in such damning weather.” The two genuine as they attempted to converse with her, however her mind was elsewhere so she kept it brief.
“Glad to make your acquaintance. Now, I am indeed in a hurry, looking for a Rook as it may. His name is Jacob Frye, he usually patrols this area. Where is he?” The assassin was quite direct, looking between them impatiently as they looked sceptically at each other. It was an odd request yet very specific. But they could see time was of the essence and neither wanted to face the trouble of delaying her any longer.
“He’s been moved Miss.” The woman spoke up, an arm raised over her head to keep the rain from her eyes the best it could, though it had already saturated her head to toe thoroughly, so the attempt was in vain.
“Moved? Moved where? Why?” She hadn’t known of this and certainly did not arrange it as such.
“Well, it was an impulsive idea it was. There’s been trouble in the city for the past few days and our numbers are dwindling, ma’am.” She explained.
“It’s the Blighters,” the brute added, “they’s doing their best to seize back the burrow as we took all the rest, we ‘ave.” Lily cussed under her breathe. She had heard of a rally within the city but thought nothing of it, truly believing that the Rooks numbers would outweigh the threat. And her mind had been occupied elsewhere over the past few days that she hadn’t truly the time to orchestrate something more efficient to deal with it. Now it appeared to be catching up to her. “Miss?” She snapped from her thoughts and offered a simple nod.
“Thank you. I must make haste, but do continue your patrol here and kill any Blighter that so much as looks your way.” The tone was loud and clear; the assassin not messing about. With that, she turned and made way from the pair. The order of violence condoned by the leader herself momentarily silenced the two, the female Rook could only nod in understanding beneath her hand as she watched the assassin become but a figure in the distance. Her sights turned to her associate, the brute looking a little too chipper by the toothless grin on his face. Her eyes rolled as she smacked his shoulder and turned, the man confused as he followed after her.
“What?!”
Lily came to find a vacant carriage on her way through the street, slowing down to turn on her heel as she commandeered it without second thought. It had been too bad if somebody had needed it, but there were other important matters at hand.
She whipped the horses faster, doing her best to navigate from one burrow to another through the rain, using her eagle vision as aid every so often to avoid running into anything along the way. Lily’s mind was solely on reaching Jacob. Still nervous to face him and express her feelings, yet now there was another dire matter at hand; his safety. Torn in her mind between how she would even approach him after everything she had done, and worried to find him in some sort of conflict that left him helpless at the hands of the Blighters.
No, she couldn’t think that way. He was trained well enough to hold his own. Besides, if she knew anything about the man, it was that he was stronger than he thought. His will alone will keep him alive.
At this time, she could only rush to him, deciding that she would figure out her confession later. It was as Henry said, if she didn’t do this then the regret would weigh her down for the rest of her life. Lily simply had to reach him first.
Finally, she recognised the change of burrow, coming into the city though unsure of where to begin looking. Going back to her training, when in doubt or stuck, retrace your steps and use the resources around you. Somebody knew where he was, and she needed to find that somebody.
Meanwhile, the rain in the city from Jacob’s view was all the same. His eyes cast up to the skies as he felt the heavy droplets splash against his skin. His hat and coat had done a reasonable job at keeping him relatively dry. His eyes lowered back onto the area ahead, patrolling it with two other Rooks by his side. They appeared at somewhat ease despite being reinforcements for this trouble the Blighters had been stirring. There was yet to be a sighting of a redcoat, but that hadn’t meant they were out there lurking in the shadows.
“Lovely weather, isn’t it?” The muscled Rook of the three spoke up, looking back to Jacob as the young man could only nod with a brief forced smile. “Who’d wanna be inside when you could be drenched out here instead?” He walked ahead of the others, acting as a barrier to scare off any enemies that came their way.
“I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not, Barry.” The other Rook, smaller in size but just as reckless shook his head, his fingers latched together and sat snuggly against the back of his neck. His arms outstretched wide as he glanced over to Jacob as Barry chuckled. “Eh, don’t let him bother you. He’s a buffoon if nothing else.” He nudged Jacob’s shoulder with his elbow.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” A light tease that didn’t reach his eyes. Luckily no one could truly see them. Jacob’s head was elsewhere that night, seeming to be unable to focus properly on his duties since his last encounter with Lily. The glimpse of her face ran through his mind, quietly sighing to himself as he remembered that evening at the clock tower. Though another memory came by it next, the image of his sister, Evie, approaching him various times throughout the week with concern of his changed behaviour. A twin could sense it like no other, and each time she asked if he was alright, Jacob had only shrugged off her questions. It worried her to see her brother so quiet; he was anything but and his lack of enthusiasm had been consuming him as of recent.
Jacob shook his head at the thought, pushing past it back to the present moment. He had relived that rejection enough; the last thing he wanted to do right now was talk about it, let alone think about it. All it did was bring back those emotions. He was a Rook for god’s sake! He needed to pull himself together and let it go. He tried and failed on his own account; it wasn’t as if Lily owed him anything. She was his boss, that’s all it was.
The sound of a sudden gunshot was heard as it pierced through the rain. The three now repressed regret of letting down their guard earlier when trouble was near. “Stop, boy!” The Rook beside Jacob held his arm out, halting the two to a stop. Jacob’s eyes widened slightly as he lay eyes on the larger man before them. He had stopped in his tracks and made no response when he was called upon. “Barry?”
His head slowly tilted to the side before his body fell backwards. He was a hard hit to the ground, immediately rousing concern from the others. But as his friend stepped closer to inspect him, Jacob grabbed the back of his jacket to stop him in his tracks. “Don’t.” Jacob said, now on alert as his eyes stared directly at the hole in the man’s chest by the sounding bullet not mere moments ago. Blood had mixed with the rain, sliding down Barry’s abdomen as he looked up blankly at the sky. His expression of shock was his reaction before his life ended, and it was engraved into Jacob’s brain.
Then, another shot followed by another.
“We’re under attack!” Jacob yelled as he ducked for cover, the other Rook doing the same as he pulled out his own pistol. The sound of active fire became all he could hear, turning his head around the corner to now lay eyes on four Blighters that emerged side by side. It was a surprise attack, and there hadn’t been another Rook nearby that could be called upon as backup. It was now two against four.
They came into line of sight leaving the men no choice but to engage in a brawl. A knife clasped sturdy in Jacob’s hand as the first Blighter made contact. Swinging away with her own knife, the weapon larger than his own putting him at a disadvantage. “You fuckin’ savages!” His fellow gang member, now forced out into the open, shot openly though the bullets not seeming to hit the intended targets. The weather doing its best to cast haze and confusion over the few. Though one of those gunshots was met with a guttural groan, Jacob looking back to see his only other ally now following the same fate as his friend. His heart dropped as he came to realise he was now the only one left, and this woman swinging wildly at him would not let up her attack.
His head snapped back to her as she gained an advantage, kicking under his legs to have him land hard against the ground. Jacob groaned, not having enough time to catch his breathe as the Blighter began roughhousing with him. She jumped onto his chest, sitting on top of him as she attempted to violently murder the man. The madwoman screamed, trying to stab him viciously as he evaded her weapon every time by a whim. The rain and panic of the situation had done him no favours in this moment, and even if he were to push her off, there were three others waiting to snatch him up. It was nearly hopeless. Nearly.
He still had his own knife, taking hit after hit as he waited for an opportunity to inflict his own damage. So with a yell, he swung his arm around and pushed the blade into her side, another cry came from her, this one of agony as the weapon had imbedded itself deeply into her side. The assaults stopped, her body becoming stiff as he panted, pushing her off him and scrambling to his feet. He would have reached for the knife back if the other Blighters had not began making way at him; Jacob stumbling back now unarmed as he turned, running in the opposite direction into a nearby alleyway.
Hopefully he could lose them with sharp turns and tight crevices. His life depended on it. If he could just make an escape back to other fellow gang members than he would be safe to fight for another day. But his chances were looking slim. And then, impossible as he found himself at a dead end. He yelled out in frustration, attempting to climb the wall, but the rain had deemed it too slippery. “Christ!” He hissed, gaze than landing on his gauntlet as he promptly aimed it to the ledge. But luck was not on his side, the mechanism jamming and not doing the one thing he needed it to do. “Christ!” He smacked it a few times, half in hope to get the device working, and the other half in frustration that it had let him down as it did.
Dark laughs then echoed behind him as he spun on his feet, back against the wall as he watched the figures slowly come into light. It was like watching animals prey on their victim, enjoying the kill more than the feast. “Well, well, little flightless bird, are your wings broken?” One called out, mocking him as he swung a machete around. Jacob swallowed hard as his eyes narrowed, growling beneath his breathe as they closed in.
“Well if they weren’t before, they’re surely gonna be now.” This was it. Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. It only left one option; to fight. If he didn’t try than he was as good as dead anyways, so why not go down with a hefty brawl?
Jacob pushed himself off the wall, stance straightening as his fists balled, standing ready for what was to come. His show of readiness gained a few more chuckles, one Blighter slapping the other across the arm as he feigned fear with a dark grin. “Looks like the little raven wants to fight. Shall we humour his last wish?” Jacob stood in silence, eyes moving between the three as they slowly put away their weapons before advancing on him. He needed to remember the basics of delivering a hard hit alongside countering any attacks. And though he fended himself off relatively well for a little while, he had taken more hits than he was ready for.
“C’mere you!” One yelled, jumping at him a moment too soon. Jacob took the opportunity and grabbed him by the arm, twisting it behind his back before slamming the Blighter into the ground. It was one hell of a fight, and sometimes the man forgot his own strength until he really needed it.
If only Lily could see him now.
“You lit’le bastard!” His attempt was however futile, being knocked off by another, yanking him over and onto the wet, muddy terrain. A fist was felt over his face, inducing a loud ringing to start throughout his ears, followed by another. The action was repetitive and Jacob knew that this was where he was beat. He hadn’t known what to do, if there was anything he could really do.
But then came a turn of events, and the hits stopped. He blinked back, coughing from the pain of the blunt force, feeling the blood from his nose slip down and over his lips. Not a pleasant taste.
The Blighter above delivering the hits reciprocated that of his muscled friend earlier. Lifeless. His arms dropped limply to his sides as his eyes rolled back into his head as his body rolled off and onto the ground beside him. It startled the others also as they all gazed down onto the throwing knife now lodged into the back of his head.
The remaining two Blighters seemed alarmed, looking back up the alleyway to now see a dark silhouette standing at its entrance. Jacob’s eyes widened the best they physically could, his heart almost stopping at the realisation of who it was. There was no mistaking it.
A shuddering breathe came as he could almost feel a wash of relief run through him. His eyes shut momentarily, thanking the grace of god, or whoever it was, that decided that tonight was not yet his time. The remaining Blighters that once held the upper hand now stood uncertain at their new opponent, and while they had been distracted, Jacob attempted to pulled himself back to his feet.
“Who the bloody hell are ya?!” The silhouette never answered but simply closed the distance slowly. Each heavy step they took was deliberate, an element of control as their identity remained unknown. The mystery to who exactly killed their friend with such precise aim did nothing less than embed fear through their stomachs. Neither Blighter would confess it, but they hadn’t a need. You could hear it through their racing heartbeats if you stood close enough. “Leave now! We’re warning ya!”
“Clive… you don’t suppose that’s…” The man originally wiped off his feet by Jacob muttered, looking over to his friend that did not dare to turn his eyes away from the silhouette. “I’ve only ever heard of her. Not from anybody that lived to tell the tale-”
“Shut you fuckin’ mouth!” A hiss came his response as the man pulled back out his knife as he stood ready, the hairs on the back of his neck standing as his fists clutched tightly around his weapon. “You ain’t know who that is!”
Her pace picked up, unsheathing her hidden blade as she did so. Slashes of blood dripped from the tip of the weapon, as if taunting its next victims of their fate. It was in that moment that they knew, the infamous Rook leader now found them and cornered them in their own trap.
“Ah! To hell with it!” The brute swung his knife above his head and charged toward the assassin. Her calm demeanour compared to his friend’s erratic one was enough to tell all of how this interaction would end. He swung first, arm wide to gain speed and strength to his intended strike, though it was all in vain as it never hit its target. His attempt was unmatched to her speed, the assassin finally picking up into a run to gain momentum. There she easily slid between his legs, digging her foot into the ground to gain traction so she could spin around and deliver horrible slices to the back of his knees. He cried out in pain, his legs giving way as she stood, face contorting into one of anger before lodging the blade into the back of his neck.
“Christ! Clive!” A takedown seeming so effortless yet so precise, and the last Blighter standing knew he was next. He looked back to Jacob now leaning against the wall with a hand to his face, anger stemming through him as he yanked out his pistol and aimed it at the gang leader. His hold had been the furthest from steady however, hands shaking as she pushed over the brute and kicked away his knife. “Take another step and I’ll put one right through you!” She turned, unmoving before facing her body toward him completely. He swallowed hard. “N-not another step or I’ll end you right now!”
Her neck craned slightly sidewards, huffing quietly under her breathe at the empty threat before daring to take a step forward. The Blighter’s reflex was fuelled by fear, pulling back the trigger instinctively. But to no avail. The gun had been empty. His eyes widened as he looked at his weapon before bringing his sights back onto the assassin that sheathed her blade.
“Seems like you’re all out.” She spoke, flicking her wrist into her robes and pulling out her own gun. It was too fast to intercept or even process what was happening. There was a gunshot, pain, and then nothing at all. A perfect bullseye between his eyes; the Blighter falling lifelessly into the muddy ground as a result. Jacob swallowed hard once more as he pulled his gaze up onto the woman. His expression softened as she scanned the area; there were no more threats in sight. She ensured it was absolutely safe before letting out a breathe she hadn’t known she’d been holding onto; so cooped up in anger at what they had done to Jacob and her Rooks. She had let off a little steam in what came to be a small massacre. None of it enjoyable, but no less satisfying.
Lily pulled her hood down, the rain hitting her face immediately as she locked eyes with Jacob. It had been the first time in a while they stood face to face, and she could have only wished it was under better circumstances.
His face and body sore, more likely to ache later, but for now it was durable as he set focus on the woman before him. She made way towards him, side stepping the body as he watched. His stance straightened subconsciously as he pushed off the fence, wiping droplets off his face as she came before him. Jacob’s arms now dropped by his sides as he watched her scan over his physic. Lily was assessing the damage those thugs had inflicted on the man, eyes catching onto a few droplets that he had missed. They started down his temple and along his jaw to his chin.
There were no words spoken, Jacob still believing that Lily was actually there in front of him. It had been too long, and he didn’t know what to do or say.
But he needn’t do anything as Lily made the first move, not wasting another moment as she closed the space between them to press her lips against his. Jacob was in shock, feeling her press against him as she did in a way he had been yearning for. His brain malfunctioned, comprehending what was happening. Yet despite the cold weather, he felt warmer with her against him. He came to, finally processing that Lily was kissing him, with a passion that conveyed more than words could in that moment. Humming in delight, he shut his eyes as he kissed her back, his hands coming to her sides as he kept her close.
The kiss lingered, telling how much needed it was between them. Though Lily had been the first to pull away, hands raising to cup his cheeks as she looked over his face once more. There was going to be bruises for sure, but nothing that would deter her attraction from him in any way. “I’m sorry, Jacob.” She whispered. It was the first thing to come from her. Her eyes fluttered down to his nose where a thin streak of blood caught her attention, her thumb lowering to wipe away at it. He flinched slightly, her touch immediately gentler though he hadn’t let her open the distance between them despite. He wanted her close, needed her. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“Lily,” he shook his head, “it’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.” She wouldn’t let him give in that easily. There was a need to explain herself to him, it was the least he deserved. “That night at the clock tower, I didn’t kiss you and I’ve regretted it ever since.” He raised his hands to hold onto her elbows, offering a form of comfort as she went on. “It wasn’t because I did not want to. I just could not let you because there is too much you don’t know.” She sighed, dropping her gaze from his eyes, earning a reassuring squeeze from him. “I just…” She lifted her head once more. “You mean more to me than to allow you to blindly get too close. It wouldn’t be right.”
“Lily-”
“Please,” she stopped him, “you need to hear it from me.” She was adamant to be honest and upfront before he made any kind of decision of their companionship. “If you want to be with me, and I mean, truly… want to be with me, then you deserve to know the truth. Everything. And then,” she sighed, “then you can make a decision.”
That was it, it was finally off her chest as she offered him every part of herself. Jacob looked between her gaze, cracking a soft smile as he lifted his hand to her cheek. His touch was exhilarating; her eyes fluttering momentarily as her hands ran down to his chest, still weary of his current condition.
“Look at me.” And she did, the man briefly pressing a soft kiss to her lips as he thumbed her cheek. “I have already made my decision.” He dryly chuckled, groaning as he did by the ache in his chest. Lily soothed it the best she could with her hands. “Truth be told, I made my decision the moment I laid eyes on you.” Her fingers loosely clutched his shirt as her heart yearned at his words. “No matter what you tell me, I’m not going anywhere. As long as it’s by your side.”
She was touched and knew that her feelings were in too deep with this man. It was all or nothing. And for that reason, she quite liked the sound of it.
“All right, Jacob Frye,” she mused, finally cracking a small smile of her own, “let us get out of this weather. There should be cover nearby.” Lily lowered her arms and went to step away, but Jacob grabbed her wrists softly and stepped forward closing the gap. He stole yet another kiss from the assassin, doing his best to make up for the one he had lost all those nights ago with as many as he could now. And Lily could only smile, her chest no longer heavy as she pressed into Jacob’s arms.
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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year ago
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hi kiaa!! i hope youre doing good and school is going good too :) dont overwork yourself pls girl 😩❤️
since requests are open i figured id come and request something!! how would the assassins (altair, ezio, connor, arno, and jacob) react to the reader being extremely sick? how would they take care of the reader? would they be scared of catching the sickness? etc etc. ❤️
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☾ ⋆ ゚𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: yeee, uni's been fine! i'm done until september now so all I really have to do is pray I've passed all my modules (looking at you, spanish and latin american culture and italian history) and do my summer reading for next year's modules <3 and i make sure to never overwork myself on my blog! i really like what i do here anyway so i can manage lots of writing hehe 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: altaïr, ezio, connor, arno, jacob 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: very slight angst in Jacob's part
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。・:*˚:✧。 altaïr ibn-la'ahad
♡ Altaïr takes a break from his work to look after you. When he knows you'll do alright on your own for a while, he'll go out to train for a few hours to stay in shape but that and cooking meals for you are the only times he'll be leaving your side.
♡ he'll do everything he can to keep your temperature normal whether it's tenderly wiping down your body with a cool, damp cloth while another is folded over your forehead or he's having to bundle you up with blankets while he spoon feeds you, he'll stay by your side to keep you company and will be reading books while you rest.
。・:*˚:✧。ezio auditore
♡ Ezio brings in whatever doctors he can find to look after you but he'll be hovering around in the meantime to make sure they're treating you well and being careful (he'll honestly treat you like you're made of glass).
♡ he'll stay by your side for as long as possible and even if he has to leave you in Claudia's or a doctor's care for the day, he's in the kitchen in the evening cooking meals that Maria taught him to make and then sitting on the edge of your bed to feed them to you while he asks how you've been and he tells you about his day.
。・:*˚:✧。ratonhnaké:ton | connor kenway
♡ Ratonhnhaké:ton will treat you himself for as much is in his ability to before he goes into town to call out a doctor to see you. He'll diligently follow any perscriptions that you're given and he'll put almost everything on hold to look after you. He grew up without a father, he lost his mother and his whole village - he's not going to lose you too.
♡ he'll make sure you get enough fresh air, enough water, enough to eat. He'll be making herbal concoctions for you to help you heal faster. He just wants to see you better again.
。・:*˚:✧。 arno dorian
♡ he calls in the best doctors he can right away. He doesn't want to leave your side and he'll take some time away from the brotherhood is he has to. He'll cook for you, light meals like soups or stews that are easier for you to eat in your current state.
♡ he'll read to you but he keeps his distance a little. He doesn't want the both of you to get sick because then he won't be able to look after you.
。・:*˚:✧。 jacob frye
♡ Jacob's never really been good at the caretaker role. Even when he was younger and Evie was ill, their father was the one to look after her while he was just left to his own devices. Jacob would always notice that he didn't receive the same level of emotional care from his father when he fell ill though.
♡ so, he calls in a doctor/nurse and follows all the instructions they give him to look after you. He doesn't care if he gets ill too, he'll cuddle with you and chat with you and he'll even sing quietly to you while cooling your forehead with a damp cloth or bundling you up in blankets. He'll basically care for you in every way he's advised and then in every way he noticed Evie got but he didn't from their father but he always wanted. He doesn't want you to feel the way he did.
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ghostlylulla-by · 2 months ago
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Evie finds her brother on a rooftop in Lambeth, mere hours before they are meant to take out Crawford Starrick. Jacob seems...preoccupied.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types
Relationships: Evie Frye & Jacob Frye, Jacob Frye/Maxwell Roth, (past), Evie Frye/Henry Green | Jayadeep Mir, (Minor)
Characters: Evie Frye, Jacob Frye, Maxwell Roth (mentioned), Henry Green | Jayadeep Mir (Mentioned), Frederick Abberline (mentioned), Ned Wynert (mentioned), Agnes MacBean (Mentioned), Crawford Starrick (mentioned), Alexander Graham Bell (Mentioned)
Additional Tags: Coming Out, Period-Typical Homophobia, Homophobia, and boy do i mean that they have feelings and evie is trying to understand her brother hard, Internalized Homophobia, again they are victorians, Protective Siblings, Sharing a Bed, NOT IN A WEIRD WAY IF YOU MAKE THIS FRYEC*ST I WILL END YOUR LIFE AND DESTROY YOUR GENOME, Post-Sequence 8: The Joys of Freedom, Evie Frye POV, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, Not Beta Read, Canon Bisexual Character, i wrote this when my friend was playing syndicate for the first time lol, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, sharing a bed with a sibling is actually normal especially in those times but even still nowadays, the train only has one bed and jacob would not surivive 10 minutes sleeping on the sofa, Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Bisexual Jacob Frye, Sexuality Crisis
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anari3l · 10 days ago
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@havatnah, my friend, thank you so much for sending me this a while back, and I'm sorry I didn't have anything presentable to share sooner. But looking through my documents, I did manage to find something decent from my 1888!Syndicate AU idea. It does feature my OC, Magnolia, buuuut despite that, I thought you'd appreciate some soft older!Jacob spending the morning in bed - so here you go! ;) Hope you enjoy this little WIP snippet! <3
A/N: For some context, this takes place post-JTR DLC, dealing with the repercussions of the events of the Autumn of Terror. (I think I wrote this up after watching a few episodes of "Ripper Street".) Features brief (not major) mentions of scars from wounds and a tiny bit of angst mixed with fluff - a word of warning, just in case?
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Magnolia sucked on her bottom lip as she continued to look over the countless letters, photographs, and newspaper clippings with exhausted frustration. She hadn't bothered to rise from bed or even get dressed, as the contents of the papers distracted her not long after she woke up. But fortunately, despite the chill of the morning kissing her bare shoulders, the bed was still warm. Lying on her stomach, she crossed her arms and rested her chin on them with a huff.
"It doesn't make any sense!" she exclaimed in a louder whisper than intended.
"What doesn't…?" Jacob's voice, groggy and rendered even deeper than usual, due to just being roused from sleep, asked softly.
"All of this!" she responded immediately without thinking. It then occurred to her that she was no longer the only one awake, and that her outburst may have pulled her lover from his peaceful sleep. She glanced over at him sheepishly. "Oh. Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."
"Mmm…don't worry about it, love," he mumbled in return, still blinking the sleep from his hooded eyes. "It's probably time I got up, anyway." He attempted to stretch his muscles, and winced a little at the dull ache that still remained in some parts of his recovering body. Then, with as much effort as he could manage, he rolled over onto his belly and half rested himself upon the young woman's bare back. "Did you sleep well?"
She lifted a hand up and cupped his cheek in acknowledgement, her thumb brushing over one of his sideburns. "Yeah, just fine," she replied, throwing a small smile over her shoulder. "You?"
"Mmm-hmm…" he hummed, the tip of his nose dancing over her warm skin. He then grinned just a little. "You just about wore me out last night," he teased.
Sir Jacob Frye, the man who had barely a reason to smile over the last year, was now teasing - no - flirting again. Who'd have thought he still had it in him?
However, his smile faded when he didn't get much of a response back from his lover, and he looked up to see she was once again engrossed in the myriad of papers and pictures sprawled out in front of her.
He sighed.
He knew realistically that despite the Ripper now being deceased, his memory and the effects of his reign of terror over London wasn't going to immediately fade from the public's recollection. But that didn't stop the tiny, idealistic part of him that remained, even after all that had happened, to hope that he could settle back down to some level of normalcy in his life - including enjoying the company of his sweetheart in bed, without anything relating to the outside world bleeding in.
He pressed a gentle kiss upon her shoulder blade.
"Why don't you put those things aside for the moment?" he tried again, his lips still pressing kisses against her skin. "It's too early."
It was then that Magnolia seemed to finally catch onto Jacob's subtly needy tone, and she glanced over her shoulder once more. Seeing his eyes, when he lifted them to meet hers, she couldn't help feeling a little guilty for letting her borderline-obsessive need to piece things together to interrupt what should be a peaceful morning.
Her own eyes flickered with a hint of sympathy. ""Oh, Jacob…I'm sorry." She then gathered everything in front of her and tossed the pile onto the nightstand, not caring when some papers fell to the floor, before turning over onto her back and wrapping her arms around her lover's neck. "Come here…come here."
She gently pulled Jacob down towards her and met his lips sweetly. She heard him sigh contently into the kiss and she smiled a bit against his mouth. Deepening it, a soft moan escaped her. She wanted to him to know that he was still more important to her than her work. He had to know.
Nevertheless, he still pulled back momentarily. He looked a tad uncertain.
"You know, you don't have to do th–"
His words were silenced with another kiss.
"Trust me; obligation is the furthest thing from my mind," she then told him with a hint of a smile, before touching her forehead to his. "Thanks for bringing me back to the here and now."
A soft and relieved look surfaced in Jacob's eyes, and he brushed the tip of his nose against Magnolia's. "Thanks for being with me here and now," he cooed.
He kissed her once more before shifting his body somewhat to lay his head upon her shoulder. His nose now nuzzled against her neck, as she began to run one of her hands through his messy hair. Her other arm wrapped around his shoulders. Under her hand, she could feel the newly-healing scars on his skin and tried to ignore it. Now wasn't the time to be remembering their origins, just as now wasn't the time to be sorting through the pages that bore the name of the monster who inflicted those wounds. Now needed to be a time of quiet, of respite, of love.
She kissed him again.
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serotonincemetery · 2 years ago
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Jacob Frye x Reader
NOTE: Heavy angst and self harm and depression, also this is from the old account
Jacob Frye. The man you loved so much with all your heart and soul to death. You practically worshipped him, you'd be whatever he needed. A shoulder to cry on, someone to pick him up when he's drunk and alone, a friend, a defender.... a sister.... that was all he ever saw you as. It absolutely broke your heart when he said. "(Y/N) I love you so much, you're always there for me, your like a better version of Evie, a sister!" He had said to you.
It broke your heart even more when a week later he came back to the train with some woman you had never met! You were sitting in his car reading, whilst waiting for him, and you see him come in-shitfaced- and with a woman at his side. Dear lord it hurt. But you held a disgusted facial expression.
He looked at you and then ordered you out. You nearly cried, you held your composure as much as you could and closed your book and walked out and shut the car door behind you and walked to your car and opened the door and walked in and closed it behind you. The moment the doors closed, you fell to your knees and sobbed. The man you loved so much, just kicked you out and locked the door on you.
After that, you hadn't eaten properly, you busied yourself with missions. You didn't sleep properly either, you trained, you hated yourself, you would think up all the different reasons why no one would want you. You started cutting. You felt worthless. You talked less. You didn't smile anymore. You hid your face with a bandana and your hood. And Jacob was so dense he didn't realize what he had done to you.
Then it all led up to Evie finally noticing the bandages that wrapped your wrists under your bracers. And the bags under your eyes, your slimmer figure. Your less laughing and talking. She gently lectured you on how you need to start taking care of yourself and how you need to stop hurting yourself.
You only sat there in silence, listening to Evie. And the only thing you had to say was "Sorry". She immediately noticed your tone and stopped pacing and went over and hugged you. She soon started to tell you to talk to her if you're feeling upset. And to not lie if you're okay or not. She hadn't figured it out that it was Jacob who made you this way.
You went back to your car after she finished lecturing you. Once you had closed the door, you walked over to your bed and sat down. You flicked your hidden blade open and started cutting your wrists even more, every spot that didn't have a scar or cut, you cut there.
Your wrists and forearms were bloody, you nearly passed out, but you held your ground, you got up and went to the pale of water you always have sitting the corner of your train car and you start to wash off your wrists. It stung but you liked the feeling.
Soon enough you searched around for your strips of cloth. You did find them eventually and wrapped your wrists. After that you finished cleaning up and went out of your train car and went to the missions board. You found some small missions for Clara and went off after ripping the corner of the page to signify that the mission is in progress.
You left the train when it stopped off at Southwark. You quickly got off and made your way to the cotton mill and was about halfway there when you heard your name being called. "(Y/N)!" You heard the unmistakable voice of Jacob Frye behind you. You stopped and turned as he smiled and walked up to you. "Are you on the way to the mill? I was about to head there myself when I saw that the corner of the parchment was torn! And judging by which corner it was torn on I kinda knew it was you." He chuckled.
You faked a smile. "Yeah, I have been doing missions to keep my mind busy." You lied. You only had done missions by yourself to hopefully avoid Jacob. He believed your lie and smiled.
"Would you like to do this liberation together?" He asked. You shrugged and turned and kept walking. "Okay then, I will join you" He said with his alluring smile. You sighed. "Also I wanted to ask your opinion so I was also looking for you." He chuckled. There it is. I was waiting for his reasoning behind following me.
"Go ahead" You mumbled as you two kept walking. You didn't want him around, truth be told. He only reminded you that you were just his sister(metaphorically speaking) and that he couldn't see you any other way. It now hurt every time you were in the same room as him.
"What do you think of the woman I'm courting? I got Evie and Henry's opinion, and the rooks already approve of her. I haven't gotten your opinion." He said with a grin. You sighed and stopped and turned and looked at him
"You want my honest opinion?" You mumbled. "My honest opinion is that I think you should break up with her." You said monotonously whilst looking him in the eye. He looked shocked then angry.
"Why? Why would you think that? Don't you want to see me happy? I love this woman and you are willing to say something like that!" He started yelling. You flinched. Never had he yelled at you unless he was calling for you when he was shitfaced but that type of yelling was understandable. He was full on angrily yelling at you. "Is this how you've felt since I brought her back to the train?!" He shouted. You flinched again.
"You asked for my opinion, don't get pissy just because you don't like it." You shot back. "I'm going to tell you now that she will leave you because she will find someone better who will satisfy her!" You yelled back as you shoved your index finger into his chest accusingly. He looked pissed.
"You're stepping over your limits (Y/N)." He warned. He listened to you rant about how she will leave him and he will be heartbroken and will come crawling back to you. "(Y/N)! ENOUGH!" He shouted overtop of you and gripped your forearms. You winced in pain. He didn't notice. "Go home." He whispered. You opened your mouth to retort but he spoke up quickly. "GO. HOME!" He shouted. "Pack your things, you're moving cars" He mumbled. "I'm hurt that you would say such things" He said low enough that he thought you couldn't hear.
You froze. What? He was forcing you to move cars? He was hurt by you? It was understandable why. You're guessing he's had enough of you and trying to get rid of you. You started to tear up, "Don't worry, your girlfriend can have my car to herself, because I'm not moving cars, I'm leaving completely." You whispered as you pulled your wrists out of his grip and back away. "Make sure to wish her my best with you. And to give her the money from the mission, because your going to finish it." You chuckled sadly with tears falling down your cheeks. "Just know, Jacob, I know you will get your heart broken and you'll come looking for me." You said as you turned and walked back to the train.
You looked back one last time before disappearing into the crowd that he was just standing there, shocked, at everything you had to say. You smiled knowing he would be happy with her for a while. But then you also knew she will break his heart. You walked to Lambeth since thats the route the train was headed on. You started to run knowing you would only have a small window to get on.
You had made it by a minute or two and quickly started to pack your things. You changed out of your Assassin's robes, and changed into some slacks and a baggy cotton shirt, and packed your robes in a trunk along with all your belongings. Once you were done you left a coin on the dresser. It wasn't just any coin though. There was only one other copy of the coin. That copy belonged to Jacob. So he would know that you had left.
You smiled at the place you once called home. You slipped out your last throwing knife and wrote a small note and held it to the wall and stabbed the knife through the note and into the wall. You smiled sadly as the train came to a halt, It had stopped in Westminster.
You walked over to the train car door and opened it and closed it behind you. You hopped down and walked away from the train and into the streets of London to start a new life away from the Assassins.
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Jacob went back to the train after he finished his(your) mission and collected the money from it. He walked into your car and froze the moment he opened the door. All of your things were gone. And on the dresser, was a coin, that was identical to his. He now knew you were gone for good. You never parted with that coin, he never parted with his either.
He looked around and found the knife in the wall with the note. He removed the knife and read the note.
"To whoever finds this, give it to one of the Frye twins.
As much as I hate to say goodbye, I must. I wish you both good luck. Jacob, good luck with your lover. Evie, good luck to you and Henry, I hope you both find the Shroud of Eden, but sadly you must do it without me. Jacob, please tread carefully with this woman, I know she brings a storm with her. Please do not send out rooks to come find me, you won't find me. I have gone into hiding and have left London. Please try to forget about me and move on, do not dwell on me.
And for the record, Jacob, your not the only one who's hurting.
Bid you good luck and good fortune,
(Y/N), (L/N)"
Jacob couldn't believe it. He made you leave. You were his rock and he didn't even know it. He had just lost a part of himself. He looked to the ceiling of your car. He saw the parchments of small sketches of you and him, there were a few of Evie, a few of Henry. But most of them of were you and him. His eyes filled with tears, he just lost a best friend. And it was his fault.
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You hadn't left London, you did lie on your note. But you were in hiding. Due to your... unusual persuasion skills, you had yourself a small one bedroom flat, and had made a makeshift home, you moved every two weeks to somewhere new. You no longer had (H/L) hair, you now have short scruffy boyish hair. (Ignore that sentence if your hair was already really short) You now wrapped your chest and dressed as a man, your voice got deeper, you did odd jobs, you made enough money to keep moving. But the few things that didn't change was the depression. It had only been about a month. You were still cutting and still depressed. You only ate before going to work to give you a bit of energy, since you don't get any from sleeping.
You knew the train was docked at Whitechapel for about 8 hours. You had watched the train's route, nonstop. You sometimes observed Evie and Henry. But mostly Jacob.. He was still with the woman and from the talk between Evie and Henry, they haven't had an argument yet, they never fight, never yell, never accused each other of adultery. You had wished it was you in her spot, having the love of Jacob. Being at his side almost all the time.
But, you knew it would never happen, your depression got worse every time they embrace, hold hands, and.... when they kiss. That really is a hard hit on your poor heart. You were utterly heartbroken, you had been for years ever since he first said you were a sister to him.
But your depression never got better. You still pushed your body's limits, your mind's limits.. your heart's limits. You had passed out on numerous occasions whilst at work, and you have had more mental breakdowns than you could count on if you had 5 hands.
Then there was that pang of smugness. You had felt bad for Jacob. You knew she would leave him. They were out on a nightly stroll and from the way Jacob was smiling you knew what he had planned. You could pretty much read his mind or tell what he's going to do by his actions. They had stopped in front of Big Ben and she spoke up first. "Jakey, I think we should talk" She had said with a sweet smile.
"Me too." He had said. You knew it was gonna happen, you were a few feet away pretending to tend to a horse. "Let's say what's on our mind at the same time" He said with a smile.
"I think we should marry." She said quickly
"Will you marry me?" He had said at the same time.... She smiled.
"YES!" She said quickly as she wrapped her arms around Jacob's neck and kissed him. In return he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
You had been wrong. She didn't leave him.
They're getting married..
You couldn't handle this anymore. You quickly pocketed the horse's brush and pulled yourself up. You had rode off as fast as you could. You made it to the Thames River. You tried to find the highest bridge. You stopped your horse and quickly got off and tied it to a wooden post. Your horse had tried to snap the rope, knowing what you were going to do. He tried to stop you.
You had lost all hope. You went to the edge as tears fell down your cheeks. You sat along the stone rails and let your legs dangle. You couldn't stop crying. You inched closer. The only thing that had stopped you was hearing Jacob's voice.
"I need to find (Y/N), I need to tell her that I proved her wrong!" He said jokingly. "But seriously I do need to find (Y/N), I haven't talked to her in so long, I've had my rooks search but they couldn't find her." He sighed.
"Maybe she's in hiding? Maybe she didn't even leave London?" His fiancée spoke.
"She was my best friend and a second sister!" He sighed.
"I'm going to be honest Jacob, I'm sorry for hiding this, but I was being followed for the passed week." She said, full of shame.
"Did they have (H/L) (H/C) hair? (E/C) eyes? (S/T) skin?" He questioned.
"They matched your description, but their hair was short" She said.
"(Y/N) must've cut her hair" Jacob mumbled.
"Jacob look." She mumbled. You assumed she was pointing at you. "Is that the (Y/N) girl you were talking about?" She quietly asked.
You soon spoke up. "I have the best hearing out of Jacob, Evie and Henry, you know?" You chuckle.
"(Y-(Y/N)?!" Jacob said, his voice shaky.
"(Y/N), dear, come away from the edge!" His fiancée said hastily.
You looked up to the stars. "Jacob, I wish you and your fiancée well." You chuckled as more tears rolled down. You looked over towards them. "And Jacob, you really are dense." You chuckle sadly. "You did prove me wrong, she didn't leave you like I thought she would, you both have something special.... don't let someone like me ruin that" You smile. Not insanely but not happy either. "Good luck, both of you!" You laughed sadly. "I really hope you two are happy together."
"(Y/N)! Please come away from the edge!" His fiancée urged softly. "We can figure this out together, okay?" She begged as she inched closer.
"Don't do it, please." He begged.
"I love Jacob more than anything in this life." You smile. "I would choose his happiness over mine." You pause. "Every time." You finished.
"Just please come to me." Jacob begged.
"Just keep some food for thought. Behind those smiling faces, you can never know what someone is going through." You said. "Even though love is just a word you bring it definition, I love you Jacob." You say as you lean forwards and let yourself fall. You could hear both of them screaming before everything became dark and cold.
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𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑳𝑬 𝑰 : 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓
— To say the least, I will strictly stick to writing for historical / fantasy esque fandoms ( assassin's creed, lord of the rings, the hobbit, pirates of the caribbean, our flag means death ). It is a possibility I could include more over time, but as of now this is it. The following is a list I composed of characters, just to be specific and create less disappointment for individuals who sought for someone I won't write.
ASSASSIN'S CREED
𝐈 :: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad; Malik Al-Sayf
𝐈𝐈 :: Ezio Auditore de Firenze; Leonardo Da Vinci
𝐈𝐈𝐈 :: Connor Kenway; Haytham Kenway
𝐈𝐕: 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆 :: Edward Kenway
𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :: Shay Cormac; George Monro
𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 :: Arno Dorian; Elise De La Serre
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 :: Jacob Frye; Evie Frye
𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀 :: Eivor Varinsson/Varinsdottir
TOLKIEN
𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :: Frodo Baggins; Samwise Gamgee; Peregrine "Pippin" Took; Meriadoc "Merry" Brandybuck; Aragorn II Elessar; Legolas Thranduillon; Boromir; Faramir; Eomer; Eowyn
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 :: Bilbo Baggins; Thorin Oakenshield; Fili; Kili; Thranduil; Elrond; Lindir; Tauriel; Bard
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN
Jack Sparrow
James Norringron
William Turner Jr.
Elizabeth Swann
OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH
Stede Bonnet
Edward "Blackbeard" Teach
Israel "Izzy" Hands
Jim Jimenez
(THIS LIST IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE)
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𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑳𝑬 𝑰𝑰 : 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆, 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆
— I don't have a specific preference for what format ( i.e. headcanons, oneshots, full on fics etc.) I would write things in, so you can expect a mix of all of them if I have the energy. I write for female, male, and gender neutral readers.
— I AM to include dark content in my writings: that includes things like violence/blood, yandere behavior, and alcoholism; but I WILL NOT get to rape or incest. Speaking of sex, I WON'T write any sexual content in general: the closest to that is suggestive content, like kissing/making out and touching. I won't write any angst either, simply because I'm bad at invoking sadness in writing.
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𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑳𝑬 𝑰𝑰𝑰 : 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 / 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈
— My update schedule can be slow, or just generally very wonky considering I'm an IB student, and I additionally have ATROCIOUS procrastination issues. Basically, please have patience.
— Again, I do NOT write full on smut, rape, nor incest. Any request or ask hinting at that will be deleted immediately.
— I won't tell adults beyond something something age to not interact, as the fandoms I intend to write for ( assassins creed) would draw adult readers here anyway. But I need all of you, minors AND adults, to be mindful of what tags and warnings I include to the fics you read from me, as the dark content I write can be triggering to some people.
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𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑳𝑬 𝑰𝑽 : 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
— I would say people with any beliefs can come around, but I will not tolerate when the individual interacting with the blog is racist, homophobic, pedophilic, sexist, or religiously intolerant. Just don't be disrespectful in general.
— Do know that this is a minor - seventeen (07) - working behind this blog; you are in your right to block me if you don't want me to interact.
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luxorytiger · 2 years ago
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masterlist general
j’accepte toutes sorte de requête, je peux faire du contenue nsfw, fluffy , angst, etc... , je suis juste pas alaise avec les chose du genre reader enceinte ou enfants , je suis désolé :( .
bref bienvenu !!
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call of duty
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick:
John Price:
Sohnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish:
Alejandro Vargas:
Rodolfo Parra:
König:
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assassin’s creed
Edward Kenway:
Arno Dorian:
Altaïr ibn la-ahad:
Ezio Auditore:
Frederico Auditore:
Jacob Frye:
shay Cormac:
destin 
connor:
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Kpop
exo
bts
ateez 
skz
Bigbang
Got7
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luffy:
ace:
sabo:
zoro:
sanji:
law:
Kidd:
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pour le moment il n y a que ça , mais la suite arrivent bientôt don’t worry !
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teecupangel · 2 years ago
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Yeeesss. Give me the Frye angst!
Also, let's include how both Evie and Jacob instinctively compete for Desmond’s attention (especially after they realized that he has both their names) and how Desmond’s actions painted him as a more experienced Assassin than either of them (and they are a few years younger than Desmond) so there are hints of them crushing on their senior.
Then add their unresolved issues with their father to the mix and their desire for Desmond’s attention, the attention of an obvious Master Assassin who has a lot to teach them, becomes much more complicated.
Evie has the habit of trying to push Desmond into the box titled ‘how a Master Assassin should act’ and Desmond does act like one, sometimes, when the situation calls for it. She’s frustrated when he returns to being a very chill dude and thinks Jacob is a bad influence, not realizing she’s trying to get him to act more like their father.
Jacob likes to poke him. Gets him to join him in Rook matters, pushes him whenever Desmond tries to warn him about how he’s operating the Rooks too loosely and how they still do shady businesses. Jacob thinks Evie’s pestering will make Desmond boring, not realizing that he’s trying to keep Desmond from acting like their uptight father.
And Desmond doesn’t appreciate it since he has daddy issues of his own, thanks. More than one if he was to count the daddy issues of his Bleeds (thanks, Haytham and Al Mualim) and, really, he lived in a world without soulmates so he doesn’t truly understand all the hubbub around it. He never felt the longing and the nightly wishes people in this world go through, wishing they would meet their soulmate tomorrow or next year. Wishing for a soulmate that would accept them for who they truly are. A soulmate who would stay by their side and share everything, the happiness and the pain.
Desmond doesn’t understand any of that.
Because he does accept the twins for who they are.
The twins are the ones trying to be someone they’re not.
Submision by @saberamane
Something strange popped into my head while I’m at work. Desmond touches the eye, dies etc. Wakes up in Syndicate timeliness, but it’s not a case of he went back in time. It’s more of he went back in time on an adjacent timeline, and this timeline has soulmates.
Soulmates are known by a name on your body, and you know you found the correct person when you make direct skin contact. Desmond learns this because people kept side eyeing him, or more directly, the man’s name on his wrist. 
Jacob Frye.
Of course, given the time, there’s period typical homophobia, so Desmond hides the name on his wrist as he researches what it means. Then he finds ‘Evie Frye’ somewhere else on his body.
His first thought is that he got matched with a married couple, and then he learns of the ‘Frye Twins’, Assassin’s in London, and he’s kinda weirded out. How do siblings share a soulmate?
So he concludes he is absolutely not getting mixed up with the Assassin’s and therefore his ‘soulmates’, he doesn’t want to deal with that awkwardness.
Of course, fate doesn’t let Desmond get his way.
I’d feel after the storyline Evie would still choose to go to India with Greenie, because she still has genuine feelings for him, and Desmond would stay with Jacob.
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Addition from teecup:
If you’d like, this could be a case of “Everyone has two names on their body. One for their romantic soulmate. The other is for their platonic soulmate. It is up to us to find out which name is which.”
Even if Desmond hears about that, he’ll still be wondering which is which but most people assume that the name ‘Evie Frye’ is meant to be his romantic soulmate while ‘Jacob Frye’ is probably a brother or cousin who this Evie and is meant to be his platonic soulmate.
Also, perhaps Evie has two names as well but she refuses to show either name. Neither of them is Henry Green but she still fell in love with him and decided to be with him even if their names do not match.
Then Henry reminded her that his real name is Jayadeep Mir and Evie realized that he was truly her soulmate.
Jacob is in a much more complicated spot. The names he got? Desmond Miles and Maxwell Roth. And, at some point, Jacob assumed Desmond is his platonic soulmate so when the whole Maxwell Roth thing happened…
Weeeelllllll…
Jacob’s soulmate business is just one big problematic mess, that’s for damn sure.
To add more ambiguity to the situation, we can make Desmond actually attracted to both Fryes and add in hints of Evie and Desmond having feelings for one another. With enough hints, we’ll have everyone wondering who is supposed to be the platonic soulmate and who is truly the romantic soulmate.
Mwuhahahaha.
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deadlysequence · 2 years ago
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Show me dreams of me and you, dancing in a pas de deux Fleeting time will break the spell of seven hues Fingers lure me down the stairs, I whisper my silent prayers Never thought before I left it'd be too much to bear
Cold drops on shaking hands, according to plan Take off the rags, transform; with a smile you bring a storm to the heart of the (K)night
Searching for a stranger's silhouette, I knew before we met, it was death Persistently urging, despite my fear surging still, with this blade of sin I must kill Palace beaming with orphaned children, waltzing with vague smiles, deja vu again Engulf all my kindness and hold them within your wings; like a seraph in mortal blood, you sing
Shoe of glass, burning in flames of wrath They crumble into ash, sweet dreams they never last...
Trembling, hiding all my tears, wishing I was never here You glanced at the ticking clock, the time is near I took off my sparkling shoes, ran up to the avenue Traced my fingers down your neck, my plan was to seduce
I kissed the crystal dew; from your eyes it spewed Impulses through my spine; your gaze as it locked with mine, I was blind by your shine
I beg, I plead the gods to freeze time; I could not bring myself to this crime My mind kept on doubting, my right hand kept shouting 'no', after piercing you I must go Scented lightly with traces of gunfire, my goddess revealed the secret she conspired Her saddened eyes gazed to me without blinking twice, as it broke the masquerade of ice
I still could feel somewhere in this room his breath on my skin But it was just a dream I had of him Silver moonlight glowed through the stained glass window panes Veiling your gilded face from pain
Tear away this beautiful dress gown, and toss away your diamonds and crown We looked through the smother, peered into each other's souls, lighting fire blazing bright gold Lonely spirits search for salvation, seared like a songbird flying to the sun Alas, my fair maiden, I'll wipe away your tears; on this stage you slowly disappear
I beg, I plead the gods to freeze time; drowned in your embrace, bodies entwined I'll always remember this flickering ember, when our heartbeats joined together 'Stay, please stay,' I quietly whispered, sweat mingled with blood, everything a blur With your magic spell my body is petrified, like a fairy tale you kissed me as I died
(Razzy - Cendrillon 10th Anniversary)
Happy New Year to all the RothFrye community! Have a great 2023 start!
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