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You also get a bouquet of 🌹:) love you!

*happily takes bouquet*

@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?

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.

#ask replies #I wanted to the snippet to be indented but tumblr was bring a butt about it so I'm leaving it as it (I'm so irritated)#I don't remember if this was supposed to be a 'single sentence' thing but I don't care #I actually took some time to add to and refine this this morning so I'm sharing all of this snippet lol #Jacob Frye x OC #AC OC: Magnolia #Jolie 1888 AU

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flaggermuser · 3 months

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Chapters: 17/22 Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jacob Frye/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Henry Green | Jayadeep Mir, Evie Frye, Clara O'Dea Additional Tags: Childhood Sweethearts, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Victorian Attitudes, Promises, Mutual Pining, Childhood Friends, Flirting, Abuse, Abbess - Freeform Summary:

10 years ago, a promise was made in the pouring rain

#Assassin's Creed Syndicate #Jacob Frye #Jacob Frye X OC #Evie Frye

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thefangirlthatwaited · 7 months

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Eden (Chapter 2) A Assassin Creed Syndicate story

Jacob Frye x Original Female Character

What happens when you fall in love with the man you were only supposed to be stringing along? That's what happened to Eden. She was only supposed to toy around with Jacob Frye, Master Assassin and leader of the Rooks. She only needed the Shroud of Eden, and then she would never see Jacob or the city of London ever again. But she forgot one key thing she couldn't control—her heart. Now Eden must fight against what her heart is telling her and her task since her accident. To love or to live. That was what was at stake.

My stomach was in knots as I stopped with my hand on the doorknob. I didn’t know why my body was reacting like this. Stringing Jacob around was a means to an end. He had the information I needed, and flirting with him was the best way. I took a deep breath, steadied my racing heart, and opened the door. Jacob stood there with a few of his gang members I’d heard about. The one woman was wearing grey slacks with a yellow sash, a white shirt with a green vest and her blonde hair was cut short and was covered by a black hat with a yellow ribbon. There was also a man with him. He was also wearing grey slacks with a white shirt and a yellow sash but not a vest or hat to cover his red hair.

“Just keep an eye out for anything odd,” Jacob said to his men. They both shook their heads in agreement before taking off. His shoulders sagged now that his gang members were gone. He looked tired, and I wondered why. Turning around, his smile returned to his face once he saw me.

“Oh, Good morning, Claudia.”

“Good morning Mr. Frye. To what do I owe the pleasure.”

Jacob chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. “Please call me Jacob. Mr. Frye was my father, and when I hear that name, I expect to find him standing behind me.”

I smiled. “Alright then, Jacob, to what do I owe the pleasure?” “Well, I was in this part of town and wanted to know if you would like to spend time with me today?”

“Spend some time with you? Why?”

“I had some free time today, and I figured I could show you around since you haven’t been to London before.”

“That’s very kind, but...” I hesitated to tell him what I had planned today. “I need to do some shopping today if you do not mind joining me.”

Jacob’s smile grew larger. “That’s perfect. I can join you and make sure no more thieves try to steal from you.”

“You think someone would try again?”

“It is London, after all.”

“Alright. I would love your company as I run my errands today.”

Jacob stepped to the side, allowing me to start walking. “Lead the way.”

I forced a smile on my face as we started our walk. I knew I needed to earn Jacob’s trust, but today couldn’t have been a worse day. I needed to grab some items to upgrade my gauntlet, and I didn’t want Jacob to see and give away who I truly was. We walked silently for a bit as I tried to think of a way to get my items without arousing suspicion.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

I jumped a bit, caught off guard. “Just wondering what you were talking about to the other two people you were with this morning.”

He shook his head. “It was nothing. Just my gang making sure they are looking out for anything odd.”

“You have a gang?” I acted surprised.

“I do. Does that surprise you?”

“A bit. Then again, our first meeting started after you jumped from a rooftop.” Jacob chuckled sheepishly. “Another question that goes with the first. What could be odd in London?”

“You would be surprised. But that is a story for another day.” Damn. He didn’t have enough trust in me yet. We continued walking, and the market came into view, but I didn’t have a solid plan yet. Seemed that luck was on my side, at least. A voice yelled from behind as we entered the shopping district.

“JACOB!” Jacob and I stopped, and he turned to see who was calling him. It turned out to be a woman. She was equal in height to Jacob, and they even shared the same colour hair and eyes. I eyed an assassin gauntlet on her arm and guessed she was Evie Frye—Jacob’s twin sister.

“Hello, Dear sister.” He grumbled and turned back to me. “Claudia, this is my sister Evie Frye. Evie, this is Claudia?” Jacob said, pausing since he didn’t know my last name.

“Hello Evie, my name is Claudia Fiore,” I said, holding my hand to shake. Evie looked at my hand, then back at me and ignored it.

“Hello.” She said before turning her attention to her brother. “Jacob, can I speak to you for a moment?” Evie paused and looked back at me. “Alone.”

I smiled at Jacob, quickly taking this as my opportunity to upgrade my gear. “Go with your sister Jacob. I will meet you back here in a bit.” He looked a bit unsure, and I gave him a reassuring smile.

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#ao3 #archive of our own #assassins creed fanfiction #assassin's ceed #assassin's creed syndicate #jacob frye x oc #jacob frye story #jacob frye fanfic

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lemonmancer · 2 years

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Jacob Frye x Mattie for @mazikomo!

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#spicy art #spicy commission #jacob frye #jacob frye x oc #assassins creed #assassins creed jacob

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theincoherentinspector · 2 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐟𝐫𝐲𝐞 𝐱 𝐨𝐜.

Summary: Her love smelled like turmeric and tasted like cardamom - and even within the dark smog of the London sky, the kohl of her wide eyes dazed Jacob like none other.

Author's Note: Jacob Frye pining over a desi oc? inject it. Also for my fellow brown people out there, the fic is loosely based on the punjabi folk song, 'charkha'. ao3 link because tumblr might format this weirdly

tags: 1.8k words: yearning, slight angst, angst with a happy ending.

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧.

Dismissing any semblance of “assassin dogma” for his own personal tactics – a personal ideal, which has never pleased his idealistic sister.

Hide in plain sight?

Pfft. Even during a stealth mission, Jacob thought running out guns blazing was much more time efficient. Scary, but efficient. Fear takes hold of him only for a moment until adrenaline kicks in – forcing frozen joints to move, and rusty pistols to shoot.

Stealth was silent, and silence was indecisive. Silence came from fear, and Jacob Frye would never feel fear…

… well, that is until he sees her.

She doesn’t look much out of place to any other Londoner bustling down the worn streets of Southwark. And yet… she is different. Different in her hair, and skin, and face. Different in the colourful bangles which adorned her wrists, and the deep black kohl which lined her eyes.

He wants to barge down the street towards her. Maybe tip his hat and give a small wink and do all the things he’s sure a respectable gentleman would do – just do all the things he has done to potential lovers before.

But his feet don’t move – won’t move.

He stays firmly planted, leaning against the corner pub; half-drunk off last night’s pint, half sober off the rancid London air. Standing completely still as the entirety of Southwark walks past him… as she walks past him, paying him no mind.

To her, he is hidden, and silent – unknown.

Jacob, in that moment, is the ideal assassin - he thinks, he doesn’t like to be.

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𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐨𝐡𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬.

He wasn’t expecting to be in Southwark so late into the night, but one thing led to the next, and now here he was; scrubbing Blighter-red blood off his worn gauntlet and picking at the gaping wound near his ribs.

His head hurt, while his feet tripped over themselves in rushed adrenaline.

He winces and looks around the near-deserted street which he stumbled through, trying to find an open shop or familiar face.

And instead, he finds her.

He sees her standing idly behind a food-cart, peering into a large frying vat – the flickering yellow-light from the lamppost above, barely illuminating the young lady.

The smell of piss and soot was one which Jacob was accustomed to in Southwark, and yet as he made his way to her, he began to smell mint and turmeric and oily, fatty deliciousness.

He stays out of the lamppost’s light, not wanting to show his face – not wishing to show the blood.

She smiles at him, and Jacob swears she glows in the flickering light.

“How many fish pakoras would you like?”

Her voice has a rasp and a slight accent which seemed similar to that of Henry Green’s.

“Pakora?” he asks, slightly panicked. “What’s that?”

She cocks her head ever-so slightly, and he isn’t sure if she was frustrated or bemused. “It’s fried fish pieces, with spices. It’s served enthusiastically in India.”

“Well then, serve away!” He blurts, a bit louder then intended to, “I’ll take a dozen!”

She smiles quietly, and for a moment only the soft clinking of her bangles echoes between them, as she picks out a dozen fried pieces of fish from the large frying vat.

Carefully placing them on a piece of newspaper, she smothers them in a layer of mint chutney. The steam rises from the food, wafting into his face, and leaving him near-drooling.

She totals him to 10 pence, and he pays happily; dumping a warm lump of coins in her hand.

“Have a good evening!” she beams, as he walks off with his street-food.

Jacob can only manage a small wave, as his breathe hitches.

And as he staggers through Southwark, he feels his chest crease and breath hitch for air.

Suddenly, even the dark London smog smelled as sweet as her kohl.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

Simmi.

She says it with a giggle and an extra dollop of mint chutney, one chilly February morning. He responds with a toothy smile, and an extra penny for her troubles.

But Simmi doesn’t take it – she never takes it.

Softly placing the extra coin back into his calloused palms, she offers him a warm smile instead. “Just tell your green-jacketed mates to buy from my stall!” she’ll simply respond, dark eyes beaming. “Give it to someone who needs it.”

“But you need it”, he wants to say, “Please, just take it. Please...”

But Assassins don’t plead – and so neither does he. Instead, he simply closes his hand, and puts the coin back in his pockets.

Sometimes he’ll let the coins jingle in his trouser pocket, other times he flicks them in the air – tossing them to back-alley orphans and sharing a fish pakora or two for good measure.

The Southwark smog smelling sweeter than it ever had before.

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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

Simmi.

He’ll be sat on a rooftop or ledge, lounging above London, as he stretches and rolls the different syllables in his mouth - in attempt to sound out every possible phonetic iteration that the letters could produce.

Even then, her name rolled sweetly in his mouth. It tasted like chutney and her tandoor, and every spice he had yet to give a name to.

Sometimes he’ll doze off to these silent hums.

And even when his sister finally jolts him awake with a kick to the ribs, and a scathing scolding for falling asleep again on a mission… his smile does not falter, nor does her name become any less beautiful.

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It doesn’t take long for Jacob to convince his associates to bring her little food-stall some traffic.

Reminding the likes of Evie, Henry, Ned… even Abberline! He advertises her fish pakoras like a puppet on strings.

And she, his puppeteer.

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𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲.

His Rooks are gathered around his stall, all enjoying their own pakoras and chutney, and for a fleeting moment a strange courage takes him and wishes to talk about more than idle recipes and neighbourhood politics.

“You’re really… nice, Simmi!” Jacob says, in between bites, mouth full of green chutney and fresh fried cod. The words come out awkward, and stumbled – but they manage to pry out of his throat nonetheless.

Simmi merely raises a brow, dark eyes losing their glint. “We don’t even know each other… not really, anyway.”

Her answer is one which he doesn’t expect – maybe because he was expecting to be swept up into a kiss, while saffron and rose petals fell down on them.

You know, only realistic things.

Jacob shifts from side to side, unsure how to respond, especially with his Rooks nearby.

“I know you make good fish pakoras, and you’re good to kids, and you just… give… and give happily.” He wants to say… but he doesn’t.

Because Assassins are silent and deadly, and don’t let silly food vendors turn them to puppets on a string.

He decides to simply concentrate on chewing his fish, and instead Jacob laughs, a hearty, carefree laugh – something that was “classic” Jacob. “Well, hopefully you don’t think I’m too bad?”

Simmi cocks her head, the same way she had done countless times before. There is fear (or was it disappointment?) in her eyes, as they glance momentarily to the pistol strapped around his belt.

“You’re as good as a ruffian can get.” She murmurs, smiling weakly.

Silence lulls between them, and though he can hear the chatter of his Rooks nearby, he feels a strange wave of loneliness.

A ruffian. A criminal. An… Assassin.

He chews harder.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐨𝐡𝐥-𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬.

Just as he rounds the street to her alleyway, yearning grows on his tongue for the strong flavours of turmeric, cumin, and mint.

The night had painted the sky dark with ash, barely illuminating the city-streets. Though it would’ve proven to be much safer to trek this journey on top of buildings, he could not risk breaking the delicate object in his hands.

He finds a row of shabby brick houses and knocks on the one with mustard oil stains by its door.

He waits patiently, quietly counting in his head.

The door is opened by a small elderly lady. She wore a beautiful orange garment in a manner unbeknownst to Jacob. Golden bangles made her wrinkled wrists their home, while a single red dot rested on her forehead.

She looks confused at Jacob’s presence and yelled out behind her.

“Simi!”

The elderly woman barks in a language that Jacob could not understand, but the name – Simi – was the only thing he could.

She yells a bit more until disappearing back into the small house.

He waits for a moment, debating if he should’ve just left already – wondering how far away the nearest pub would be, and how long it would take him to get miserably drunk.

And yet, just when he figures to leave, she shows at the door.

Simi the Food Vendor. And yet… this Simi was different.

A worn-out dress was now replaced by a beautiful yellow garment, embroidered with delicate black design. Large yellow bangles replaced her dainty multi-colored ones, while large white earrings hung from her ears.

Everything was different… everything except for her dark eyes – which still adorned the black kohl.

In the face of her, Jacob felt his button-up to be plain – in the face of her, everything felt plain.

“I didn’t think you’d actually remember!” she exclaims, “I must’ve told you, what… months ago?”

Jacob merely nods, satisfied with himself. “I don’t forget easily.”

He then opens the palm of his hands, to reveal the object which was sheltered beneath them – a clay oil candle. It’s cotton wick stood strong, though it was empty – still needing to be filled with oil.

“Happy Diwali, Simmi.”

He holds it out for her to take, and she does gently. Carefully resting it in her hands, as if it would break with the slightest touch.

Her eyes travel from the oil lamp to his waist, presumably looking for the typical gun holster, but only finding a simple belt. She smiles softly. “Y’know, I didn’t think that you’d know anything about Diwali, Mr. Ruffian?”

Jacob grins from ear to ear, “I feel offended. How will you ever make it up to me?”

Simi cocks her head, the very same way she had done all those times before. And then carefully, with one hand, pulls the young assassin’s shirt collar towards her – closing the space with her lips.

She tastes like cardamom, and turmeric and morning tea and every sweet toffee Jacob had yet to discover.

She smiles into the kiss.

Jacob thinks he might not taste too bad either.

#ac syndicate #jacob frye #jacob frye x oc #assassins creed #evie frye

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luoqiu2023 · 6 months

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P1:

❶ Put the Fry siblings on your head and pretend to be the boss.

❷ Faced with creatures larger than oneself, there will be fear. That's right, it's you, Connor

❸ Oh... Starry Sky Faction... This is torture for a food enthusiast!

❹ Of course I know I'm actually touching a wolf! But he's easy to touch!

❺ Steadily popping out my head... Hey Yano, why are you next to me!

❻ Jacob Frye: Oh my goodness, don't shed your little pearl (tears)! It's very precious

❼ It's easy to get lost in the forest, but fortunately you have a great friend!

❽ Atel does not allow the act of stealing snacks in the middle of the night. He confiscated the snacks, but some black crow gang leader helped you steal them back!

❾ ho... I was caught on the spot... (But this mentor helped you cook food! Unfortunately, there's no Jacob's share.)

#assassin’s creed x oc #jacob frye #altaïr ibn la'ahad #Malik

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dynamiilk · 13 days

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My country is having blackouts (?) AGAIN and the only thing I could do is this. My beloved Jacob Frye and Allick

I really love Jacob 😭

#oc x jacob frye #oc x canon #jacob frye #THIS IS A WIP I HOPE I CAN FINISH

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aiza-luna · 1 month

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Aiza OCs Rambles - Part II

So... I'm doing a second part bc Tumblr cut my photo limit I'm- 🫠

The link to part I is here!

So, continuing from where I stopped...

Vladimir x Anneliese - Vladiliese (Game: Moonlight Lovers)

The many faces of a woman: I play murder games and Dating Simulators, crazy right?

This one always makes me laugh because Vlad is average size, while his GF is TALL for woman standarts lmao 😭

I mean, make sense, she's a nymph hybrid... Girly won't have average size.

Vampire x Naiad match made by the delulu mind of yours truly 🫶🏽

Jacob Frye x Solange Cotoner-Artois - Jacolange (Game: Assassin's Creed Syndicate)

Another couple that is smol 🤏🏽

Tbh I thought Jacob was like, 1.75 cm considering his build, but nah, he's short kgjfjhhk

(The nickname "Rook" make sense now khkgjhkk)

Anyways, my bird couple: British Rook and Spanish Hoopoe 🥹🐦‍⬛🐦🧡

Aiden Pearce x Morowa Bancroft - Aidrowa (Game: Watch Dogs)

This one doesn't need introductions here, because I'm rambling about them for days by now 😭

But ngl, their height difference send me up- KFJFJGKJKK I LEGIT FORGOT HOW FUCKING TALL AIDEN WAS OMG

Morowa is a short Hound compared to him KFHDJGKHKJKK 😭🪦

Anyways, not gonna dive too deep in their relationship yet bc I'm still writting/ drawing them down, all I can say is, I love my Fox x Hound couple 🥹🫶🏽

(And yes, their ship has that pun/ref)

END OF MY RAMBLING, THX FOR CHECKING 🫶🏽🩵

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a-m-pyra · 11 months

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Cassidy tossed an empty cigarette pack on the table and reached for a grenadine tequila. For a moment, she found it pathetic that she was starting to turn into another Stern, locked up alone in four walls, drinking the same drink for days, smoking two packs of cigarettes a day. The only difference was that she listened to Iron Maiden instead of Alice Cooper. And she watched a rerun of the premiere gala featuring Arno and Élise.

Articles have already begun to appear on the Internet that the star of the hit film about Marie Antoinette appeared at the gala together with her partner, in which pseudo journalists melted over how beautiful they looked together.

As The Wicker Man came on, she heard her phone ring on the kitchen island. She ignored it and turned up the music.

Arno had been trying to call her for hours. And she didn't want to talk.

The phone rang again, but this time she knew from the ring that it was Jacob — as a joke, they'd set one vine as ringtones for their contacts.

She got up and answered, returning to her tequila.

"It better be important because you just interrupted my tequila enjoyment."

"That's my girl." She heard Stern's voice, and her mood worsened even more. "You didn't answer, so I figured I'd call someone else."

"What do you want?"

"We need you and your abracadabra. The perpetrator is so detached that we are unable to communicate with him."

"Maybe another time. I'm so fucked up I'd hurt him than get anything out of him. Anyway, if there's Jacob, you've got Ned and Alice with you, the other one's in psychology."

"We tried. She came in, but nothing came up. Like, by the way, three other psychologists and two psychiatrists."

"And what am I supposed to do?"

"Because I know? Figure it out. Jacob will pick you up in a few minutes. Get yourself to the point where you'll look like on a hangover, not pissed as a fart."

"Fuck you," she muttered, hanging up.

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Jacob learned a very important lesson: never ask a woman her age, a man his salary, and Cassidy how much she drank in the first week of April.

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CC used in render:

Cassidy: @pralinesims (glasses and earrings) @bobur-tsr (necklace) @mellosakicc (t-shirt) @grafity-cc (jacket) @jino-sims (hair)

Jacob: @pralinesims (necklace) @gorillax3-cc (top)

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mattness · 1 year

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Jacob and Gwen on April's morning somewhere in Italy

#art #my art #assassin's creed #assassin's creed syndicate #ac syndicate #jacob frye #jacob x gwen #gwendolyn mortimer #oc #original character

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thatcrazycrowgirl · 12 hours

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Hello!! Sorry to pop up like that, but I just wanted to say hi!! :3

I'm slowly entering the AC: Syndicate Fandom with own my girly and I love meeting other Jacob Fangirls and their stunning, stunning, GORGEOUS OCs for the game and our Dork Gang Leader!! 🥹🥹🫶🏽🫶🏽

I saw about Nolie AND SHE'S SUCH A DARLING AAAAA, I would definetly want to draw her someday! She's simply the loveliest writter girl! I want to hold her gently and nom her 🥹🥹🥹🤲🏽🤲🏽🤲🏽

That's all... I guess? I can't wait to see more of her, her family and her relationship with Jacob! 🩵

By: A shy mermaid creator ^^

Hello, hello! ^_^ No need to apologize, welcome to my inbox - and welcome to the fandom! Admittingly, it's nowhere near as large or active as it used to be a few years ago, but it's always nice to see new people! (And thank you greatly for your acceptance and support of others' OCs for our darling Jacob. We really need that more in fandoms nowadays. :))

Also, thank you so much for your lovely comments about my Nolie! <3<3<3 She really is precious to me. And offering to draw her at some point? How kind of you! That would be so nice to see! <3 I do hope to share more about her and her interactions with Jacob and the others in the future, and reading your comments just encourages me more to do so! :D

If you ever have any questions or comments regarding my OC, Jacob, or Syndicate in general, please don't hesitate to drop me a line in my inbox! I confess that sometimes I can be a little bit slow to answer - especially since I've been so busy lately - but I assure you, I do read every one I receive! ^_^

Welcome again, and I do hope you enjoy your stay here in the fandom! :D

#ask replies #Jacob Frye x OC

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casualstarowl · 1 year

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Love Letters in London Pt. 3: Adventure

If you can tell, this is my favorite piece out of the whole series. Had a ton of feedback over this series during our critique and super happy how it came out and glad to be sharing it on here as well! 💕 So Jackie isn’t afraid of heights but it can be a little scary when your partner is a brash and reckless assassin wanting to do the unthinkable :’)

#ac syndicate #jacob frye #jacqueline harlow #assassin’s creed syndicate #assassin’s creed #fanart #illustration #digital art #illustrator #procreate #oc x canon #oc stuff #owl doodles

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lilborealis · 6 months

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Incorrect Quotes pt 2:electric boogaloo

(Contains some oc’s, oc x canon and some spoilers for COD MW3!)

Price:we have to get to a hospital and we have to get there fast.

Ghost:then I should drive.

Gaz:why you?

Ghost:I have nothing to live for, and I drive like it.

Price:okay, let’s do it.

*cuts to*

Everyone in the car, but Ghost:*screaming*

Tsukishima:nothing in life is free.

Yamaguchi:love is free!

Daichi:adventure is free.

Sayuri Fujimoto (2nd year libero from the Nekoma girls team):knowledge is free.

Rumiko Kojima (3rd year middle blocker from the Nekoma girls team):everything is free if you take without paying.

Asahi:RUMI NO-

Teen! Geto:ah shoot, the door’s locked.

*teen Gojo throws a chair through the window*

Teen! Geto:perfect

“Before I do anything, I ask myself, would Jacob do that thing? And if the answer is yes, I do not do that thing”-Evie Frye, at some point

Jacob:am I cool or what?!

Emily Denning (ac syndicate oc):what.

Jacob:I said, and I cool or-

Emily:yeah, I heard you.

*Price telling soap not to shoot Markarov*

Price:I just don’t think shooting Markarov would do anyone Justice. He deserves to rot behind bars

*Price after Soap gets murdered by Markarov*

Price:kill the rat

Kuroo:is this Whiskey or perfume?

*Bokuto takes it and chugs the entire thing*

Bokuto:it’s perfume

Hana Kuroo (2nd year wingspiker for the Nekoma girls team):BO WHAT THE FU-

Asahi:wait, are you flirting with me?

Rumiko Kojima (3rd year middle blocker from the Nekoma girls team):have been for the last year, thanks for noticing.

Gojo:if you keep talking, I’m jumping out of the window.

Nanami:we….we are on the first floor.

Gojo:yeah, but I still want a dramatic exit.

Graves:you can trust me, let’s not forget, who helped you against Markarov!

Corvo (COD Oc):let’s not forget who tried to kill us (141+Los Vaqueros) in Mexico.

Iron Spider(spiderverse Oc):snow got me feeling some type of way 🥰

Miguel:that’s hypothermia.

Iron Spider:

Miguel:

Iron Spider:*sarcastically*damn, the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas

Emily Denning (ac syndicate oc):dearest.

Jacob:yes love?

Emily:you’re an asshole.

Jacob:Aw thank you love, I love you too

Sayuri Fujimoto (2nd year libero from the Nekoma girls team):is something burning?

Nishinoya:only my love for you.

Sayuri:…..Yu the toaster is on fire.

Osamu:what am I allergic to?

Atsumu:Pine nuts.

Zia Kurushigera (2nd year manager of the Inarizaki boys volleyball team):and the full spectrum of human emotion.

Atsumu, fighting for his life:I-I JUST NEED YOU TO STAY CALM!

Zia Kurushigera (2nd year manager of the Inarizaki boys volleyball team), very angry:I’m just gonna stay angry, I find that relaxes me.

Georgette Chevrolet (ac unity oc):I’m not doing well.

Lionel Poussin(ac Unity oc):oh? What’s the matter?

Georgette:I have this headache that comes and goes.

*Arno enters the room*

Georgette:there it is again.

Kuroo:music is just wiggling air.

Hana Kuroo(Haikyuu oc):*covering her ears* Tetsu, please don’t.

Lev:and color is just wiggling light.

Fukunaga:artists and musicians are just magicians of the wiggle.

Yaku:Fukunaga-PLEASE DON’T

Kenma:wiggle

Gojo:what are you doing here?

Megumi:running away from my problems….

Gojo:come on in!

Malik:I need a vacation.

Some random novice:but all you did was talk to Altair…..

Malik:EXACTLY.

Spider-Punk:I’m a reverse necromancer.

Spider-Gwen:isn’t that just killing people?

Spider-Punk:Ah, a technicality.

Nobara:FIGHT ME YOU NERD ASS PUNK!

Megumi:at least try to sound slightly sophisticated when you threaten someone?

Itadori:dost thou wish to engage in a duel, my GOOD BITCH?!

Megumi:somehow that is so much worse.

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thefangirlthatwaited · 7 months

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Eden (Chapter 1) - Assassin's Creed Syndicate Story

Jacob Frye x Original Female Character

Summary:

I woke hours later in a cold sweat from a dream that turned into a nightmare. I washed up, changed into some regular clothes and headed out to the nearest restaurant for food. I tried my best not to draw attention to myself, but it was impossible. The looks I got as a young lady walking around London without a chaperone and eating alone in a pub. Society and its rules were so odd and outdated. I could defend myself better than any man gawking at me right now.

On my way out, a child brushed against me and apologized. I waved him off, then went back into my pocket and saw my pocket watch was gone—little vermin. I turned and took off after him. He was small and fast and could sneak through the crowd, and since I was in a dress and not my gear, I couldn’t climb the buildings and use that to bypass the crowd. I saw the boy turn into an alleyway, and I started to catch up to him. As I was about to catch the little bugger, a figure flew down from the rooftop. The man landed before me, and I stumbled back as he grabbed hold of the boy.

“What did I say about stealing?” He said as he ripped my pocket watch from the child’s hand.

“We needed the money, boss.”

The man shook his head. “Then ask one of us for some, and don’t go and nick things from strangers. Now get!” The boy grumbled, but the man tossed him a bag full of coins, ending his protest.

“Thanks!” The boy turned to me. “Sorry about that. Bye!” The boy took off before I could snap back at him. The man turned to me, and I was left speechless.

When they said there were Assassins in London, Master Assassins at that, I didn’t think they would be so young. In front of me was a man who looked to be in his early twenties. He was taller than me. I am five feet four inches, and he towers above me. He pulled his hood back and then pulled a top hat from inside his coat. Now I could see his whole face. He had beautiful brown hair, a scar on his right eye and left cheek, and a little bit of stubble. I was still studying him when I saw him wave his hand in front of me.

“Sorry, what?” I said, shaking my head, trying to clear my mind.

He chuckled. “I said, is this watch your Miss?” I looked at his hand, holding my pocket watch.

“Claudia, my name is Claudia and thank you,” I said, grabbing and putting it back in my pocket. Claudia was the fake name I used. I took it in honour of my aunt.

“Well, Claudia, my name is Jacob Frye,” He said, taking his hat and bowing. I smiled at the way this played out. I spent the last day looking for information on this man, and he quite literally fell in front of me. “Well, it is very nice to meet you, Jacob, and thank you again for getting my watch back.” I used my hair to cover some of my face and act coy, hoping Jacob would take the bait. I started to walk away when I heard footsteps following behind me.

“So what is a lady such as yourself doing in a back alley in Whitechapel?” He said as he caught up to me. I smiled; he did take the bait.

“I didn’t even realize I made it to Whitechapel. I was eating at a restaurant in Central London and on my way back home when I got my pocket watch stolen.” Jacob chuckled again, throwing me off. “What is so funny?”

“I can’t picture a lady like you chasing a child from Central London to here. Most ladies I know do not want to get mud on their skirts.”

I scoffed playfully and crossed my arms in defiance. “I will take that as a compliment.”

“I meant it as a compliment.” My cheeks darkened, and I used my hair again to hide it. Dammit, I couldn’t fall for his charm. It was supposed to be the other way around. “Do you mind if I walk you back home? The streets are not as safe as they seem.”

Full Chapter on Ao3

#jacob frye x oc #jacob frye story #jacob frye #jacob frye fanfic #assassin's creed syndicate #Assassin's Creed #assassin's creed fanfiction #Assassin's Creed Fanfic #Assassin's Creed Syndicate Fanfic #ac syndicate fanfic #ac syndicate #archive of our own #ao3

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