#jacob frye x you

[whaleofatjme1920]

Kinktober Day 26: Glory Hole

Glory Hole - Jacob Frye X GN!Reader, I don't describe what's between your legs only that you get penetrated

Warnings: 'cum dump', slight praise, smut stuff, slight voice kink

AN: I know it's delayed AND SHORT but guys I'm so tired you don't get it. I changed the tenses in here several times. Don't look at me

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Reblogs are appreciated!

You love how he groans across the wall as thrusts into you. Your ass is pressed against it, hole greedily taking his cock as pounds into you as best as he can. Your eyes are rolled up as you moan within the confines of your small box.

"Please," you groan as you lightly thrust backwards, almost displeased that he can't touch you the way you want to be touched. The cons of being here, truly. "More," you beg.

"I'll give you more love," his deep voice purrs as his thick cock drags deliciously inside of you. It's the fifth time he's been inside of you. Twice down your throat, twice in your hole, and hopefully a third in your needy hole as well too. You squeeze around him like a death grip in an attempt to milk him.

Out of all the men you've been fucking, this one's your favorite. His cum, and some of your other clients, drip down your thighs as you hungrily take him again and again. Your hands brace on the opposite wall to hold you tight against the opening in your box.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," you mewl breathlessly, wanting to come for him.

"That's it," he coos in his rich, velvety voice. Fuck you'd never get tired of hearing him speak. "Come on, take me deeper. Deeper-fuck you feel so good-" he rasps as his nails dig into the box's walls. Sweat beads on Jacob's brow as his balls slap against you just barely. Gods how he wants to dig his nails and his teeth into your flesh, maybe paint your face with his release.

You moan loudly as his thrusts get harsher and his thick cock buries even deeper, and your grin only widens when you finally felt him spill inside of you for the third time. Both of you are panting.

"Think you can handle another round?" He asks you while he pants.

#minors dni #assassin's creed x reader #jacob frye x reader #jacob frye x you #assassin's creed x you #assassin's creed x y/n #reader insert #gn reader

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Congrats on 1.2k!!! Your an amazing writer and we are all so lucky to have your prompts and stories!

Please for prompt 11# may I have Jacob saying that to F!reader after she’s been kidnapped an tortured for a few days. Blighters took her to mess with Jacob and they intended on killing her and leaving her where Jacob would find her body but they don’t get the chance. He gets to her in time and she’s scared and shaking/trembling. ( p/s she’s a civilian )

02/08/2022: Thank you so much! I'm nothing without your kind words and support <333 there are a couple of #11s around, so I'm going to take an educated guess on which one you mean. I hope you enjoy!

F! Reader x Jacob Frye

#11: "Show me where it hurts, darling, it's okay."

"Where is she?"

He leaned in close to the beaten Blighter in front of him, his low hum delivering a slow threat. "Believe me, I can make this the most painful experience of your life. You either tell me where she is, and you can scamper away with your miserable life, or I shall beat the truth out of you. Your choice."

The Blighter just chuckled in his chair, his bloodstained grin igniting a new rage in the Assassin. Jacob's lip curled in a silent snarl, raising his clenched fist to strike. The door creaked open behind him. "Jacob? Can we talk?"

"Can it wait?"

Evie didn't respond, and Jacob turned his head. The damp stone room was barely illuminated around Evie's silhouette as she leaned against the doorframe. Jacob released the Blighter's shirt reluctantly, moving to the door. "Better start making funeral plans, Frye," the Blighter sneered. Jacob paused in his step, spinning only to send a throwing knife into his shoulder.

"Get comfortable," he seethed, slamming the door behind the howling man.

The adjoining room shone the first sunlight on his skin for about six hours. He knew he was running out of time, and despite taking a deep breath, he pulled off the brass knuckles on his left hand and threw them in a white-hot anger across the room, a frustrated yell escaping his throat. An empty vase shattered in the corner. He turned to rest his fists on the table of weapons beside him.

"Please," he begged, head hung low. "Tell me you have news."

"I followed every lead of suspicious activity, everywhere Blighters have been stationed. I made a short list of--"

"Give it to me." He sniffed before turning to face his sister, hand outstretched.

"Jacob, think with your head for a minute. You know they're trapping you. They want to get in your head."

"I don't care. Give me the list."

"You aren't listening. I'm telling you to not go barging in like you always do. Even when you have your head on straight, you're reckless. You will get yourself -- and possibly Y/n --"

"Evie, give me the fucking list!"

It only took a second for Jacob to realise that he had snapped. He heaved a sigh, rubbing his hands down his face. "Sorry. I'm sorry."

Evie put a hand on his arm. "I know you're worried. But you also need to be safe. You're no use to her dead. Just promise me you'll be careful."

"Yeah. Yeah, I promise." A piece of paper slipped into his palm.

"Finish with your 'friend', and then we get going."

The next time Jacob entered the room, there was a smirk on his face. The Blighter's demeanour had completely changed. He was a pig ready to squeal.

"I'll tell ya everything!" he said once he made eye contact. "I'll tell ya under two-- no, three conditions!"

Jacob raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

"Get this fucking knife out of my shoulder!"

Slowly, he crossed the floor to the Blighter. With equal speed, he crouched in front of the chair, grasping the hilt of the knife. "Keep talking, and I'll pull it out."

"How many days has it been?"

"Why does that matter?" Jacob asked, but relented a moment after. He has grown too impatient. "Four days."

He didn't like the smile that emerged after.

"And what's the time?"

"... 5 o'clock." He twisted the knife, releasing another painful cry. "Why?"

"She's... She's at the docks. The Thames docks."

He yanked the knife out of his shoulder, standing up to confer with the list from Evie.

Out of three places, the Thames docks sat at the bottom of the list.

He marched out. "You'll never get there in time, Jacob! By nightfall, she'll be dead!"

The Blighter's words echoed with the slam of the door.

"What happened?" Evie had waited, ready to support him.

"Docks. She's at the fucking docks." As soon as he left the stronghold, he ran to the main road, squinting in the soft light of dusk. A Rook carriage waited outside, ready for this moment. Evie and Jacob took over the driving seats as the Rooks sat inside. Jacob set the horses off urgently, immediately setting them into a canter. "Get the Rooks to cause a distraction. Pick the idiots off from a vantage point. I'm getting y/n."

"Stop seeing red and think about how you're going to achieve that, Jacob."

"Already have."

The reckless driving took merely five minutes, another reason for Jacob's anger. "Everybody out!" He rapped harshly on the wood as he dismounted. "You see anyone else, you bring them here."

"How do you think you're getting in?" Evie grasped his coat before he could walk off.

"That building there is a storage unit. Guarded by two Blighters, probably more inside. And I'm going to walk through the front fucking door."

"Calm down for two seconds, Jacob."

"I..." He took a stuttering breath. "I can't. Not without her."

Evie didn't say anything. She squeezed his shoulder before looking to the Rooks. "Rooks! With me!" She took them down to the opposite side of the docks, already drawing attention as she climbed high.

Jacob stood tall as he descended the stairs to the docks, waiting for the Blighters to come to him. Each time, they would crumble after one counter-attack. The trail of bodies led him to the door of a storage unit he had crossed off the list when he first started the search. Self-loathing boiled in his gut.

With a startling bang, he kicked the old door open. Gun drawn, he gave a hard look to the one holding a bloodied blade to your neck. Jacob studied the hurried rise and fall of your chest, your ruined clothes, the bruising and lacerations adorning your skin, the gag in your mouth. "Drop the gun, Frye."

"If you want to live, you'll step away."

There was a scuffling behind him, the recognisable sounds of people choking on their blood filled the air. In his peripheral, green coats joined him; swathes of Rooks blocked the door, cornering the lone Blighter. The man seemed to stutter in his stance, nervous and unsure of the sudden developments, of the ace that had fallen out of his sleeve. In the next second, he ran.

Jacob couldn't care less what would happen to him. His focus was on you, only you.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry." He kneeled in front of you and pulled the gag from your mouth, gently grasping your face. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen." He cut the bonds on your wrists, catching you as you fell forward. Your eyes were closed. "Y/n, can you hear me?"

Nestled against his shoulder, you kept inhaling stuttering breaths. "It hurts," you cried hoarsely, tears spilling onto your cheeks.

"Show me where it hurts, darling, it's okay."

"E-Everywhere. Jacob, I'm scared."

He readjusted you into his chest. "I'm here now, I've got you. We'll get you home. Are you bleeding?"

You shook your head. "It's stopped." Although it should be reassuring, Jacob's heart dropped at the extent of what they've done.

"You're alright, you're okay."

#assassin's creed #x reader #assassin's creed x reader #jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #assassin's creed x f!reader #jacob frye x f!reader #1.2k follower celebration #assassin's creed fanfiction #assassin's creed x you #jacob frye x you

[kiatheinsomniac]

I haven't played Syndicate yet but I love Having so can I request something short with him (probably modern au unless you find a way to incorporate it in the actual canon era) where the reader bakes him his favorite after a long day that took a toll on him?

notes: I think I managed to write it so that it could be read as canon era or modern au

pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader

word count: 0.4k

☾ ⋆ﾟ  MASTERLIST / RULES / TAGLIST FORM

Tea and cake

Jacob had come in from a long day of working looking utterly exhausted and you couldn’t help but take pity on his husband as he toes off his books, hung up his coat and half-stumbled over to you, wrapping his arms around you in a much-needed hug as he leaned into you, feeling as though he could relax at last. You ushered him up to bed to get some rest, giving him a soft kiss as you pulled the blanket up over him, insisting that he got some sleep as it looked as though he could hardly keep his eyes open. 

You made your way down to the kitchen and began rummaging through the larder for some ingredients to make a sponge cake for when he wakes up.  You hummed quietly to yourself as you measured everything out for the recipe, getting the oven going and doing your best to clean up as you went along, unaware of how you had already smeared flour in your hair when tucking it behind your ear. You sat on the dining table, legs swinging and thumbing through a book you’d read many times before as you waited for the cake to bake, constantly checking on it to make sure that you didn’t burn it by accident. 

You took it out when it was done and let it cool for a while before cutting it in half horizontally, lathering on a layer of butter cream and jam before putting the two pieces back together and dusting on a layer of powdered sugar, licking a bit of it off your finger before beginning to wipe down the counter, not wanting to leave a mess behind. You were startled by the feeling of arms wrapping around you, Jacob’s chin resting on your shoulder, feeling him turn his head to press a kiss to your cheek. 

“A sponge cake?” He asked and you could hear his smile in his voice. You turned around to playfully kiss the end of his nose. 

“You looked so exhausted and I know how much you love them.” You smiled and he grinned, holding you just a little tighter. 

“What did I do to deserve someone so thoughtful?” He held you tight in his arms, swaying you a little bit before letting go and picking up a knife to cut you a piece each while you grabbed some plates. 

“I’ll put the kettle on.” 

“I’m so glad I married you.” You laughed and watched as he brought the mugs out, the two of you eager to enjoy your cake and tea. 

☾ ⋆ﾟ Buy me a coffee? ✧⋆.・゜Want to be tagged?

🏷️@gojohater101 @daddyadler @writing-noah @havatnah @aarnodoriann @b3k1720

#jacob frye imagine #jacob frye x reader #jacob frye #jacob frye x you #assassins creed #assassins creed x reader #assassins creed fanfiction #assassins creed fanfic #assassins creed imagine

[demigoddessqueens]

If I had a nickel every time I liked a swashbuckling AF character named Jacob, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but I’m not complaining it’s happened twice

#assassin’s creed #jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #assassin’s creed syndicate #ac syndicate #ac: syndicate #assassin’s creed x reader #the sea beast #the sea beast 2022 #netflix #filmedit #filmgifs #moviegifs #gifs #filmtv #jacob holland #jacob holland x reader #Jacob holland x y/n #Jacob holland x you

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

How u doing! Do you still write fics/headcanons?

If so I’ve had this idea pop into my mind recently

Jacob freaking out while his girl is in labor And then getting drunk with his rooks to celebrate the birth of his baby?

Hi there! I'm so sorry for the delay in responding to this - it was sitting half-finished in my drafts for a while, but I finally had an opportunity to sit down and complete it! Hope you enjoy! ^_^

Jacob Frye - New Birth Headcanons

- Try as he might, Jacob Frye was never good at hiding his emotions.

- This meant that when he found out his beloved was in labor, he instantly panicked - first on the inside, but it quickly slipped out into the open.

- However, what he didn’t tell anyone was that a good deal of the panic and fear came from losing his own mother to childbirth - something he sometimes still feels like is his fault, despite having no control over something like that.

- And given that Evie was the only person present and available who was aware of Jacob’s most secret fears, she’s the only one who can console him and bring him down from his emotional high to some degree.

- But even then, he gets no catharsis until the moment he hears the soft wailing of the newborn babe from upstairs.

- It was a wonder he had any strength left in his legs, wobbly and achy from the tension he previously held in them, when he headed up those stairs to the bedroom he shared with his wife.

- And yes, the moment he saw she was alright and holding a healthy baby in her arms, he teared up a little.

- Here he is, actually a father now. This is real.

- He also privately swore to himself that he would try his damnedest to be the best father he could be.

- And when it came to the celebration of that birth? Hoo boy, the festivities happened on and off daily for almost a week. Toasting, singing, repeated congratulating - the works.

- Jacob was tempted to invite his Rooks into his home, but quickly realized how bad of an idea that was, so he chose to celebrate at the pub nearest to his house instead, just so he was never too far away from his recovering wife and their new baby.

- Of course, though, not too long after the birth, the baby ended up at the pub one afternoon with their father anyway...well, only for a very short time, before the mother showed up, incredibly miffed at Jacob spiriting away the child like that, while she was napping. (At least, he had the decency to leave a note?)

- She softened, however, when she saw how gently and kindly the baby was being treated as they were being passed around.

- Didn’t mean she still didn’t have a few choice words for Jacob, though - that frustrating, yet lovable man, who only innocently wanted to share his good fortune with his loyal gang. (Why is it always so difficult to remain angry with him?)

- That being said, Jacob better be careful not to bring anything up to her about having another child around the Rooks, because many of the gang members quickly discovered how much they loved the idea of being unofficial aunts and uncles to their boss’ child.

- Oh, wait...did Jacob let that idea slip out in a flirty comment to his wife, after having one too many drinks...?

- And did she actually coyly smile back in approval...?

- Well, guess the gang is going to get their wish after all. ;)

#just cleaning out my inbox lol #I hope you enjoyed this! #I really do think that once Jacob matures a little that he would love the idea of having one or more children #if his Assassin work doesn't get in the way; that is #(but that's just my humble opinion!) #Jacob Frye #Jacob Frye x Reader #my ac headcanons #ask replies

[straight-into-the-animus]

Commission Info

I never thought I'd make this post but currently I am short on cash and my job doesn't pay me until August 11th. So I am opening commission fics to have some money in my pocket to sustain me until then. So if you want a personal Assassin's Creed (or other fandom fic, will need to be discussed), then I'm open for it! The fic is yours to keep or post (with proper credit). I'll have five slots open at a time so first come, first get in.

WILL WRITE

X Reader/Insert (with enough detail and personality for the insert)

Shipping

NSFW

Kinkfic

Character Study

WILL NOT WRITE

Rape/Non-con

Incest

Underage (<18)

Pedophilia

RPF

PRICING (G->PG13 fic)

$10 for ~1000 words of a prompt of your choice (guaranteed base, minimum price)

$5 for every 1000 words afterward

PRICING (Mature/Explicit fic)

$13 starting price for ~2000 words of a prompt of your choice (guaranteed base purchase, minimum price.)

$6 for every 1000 words afterward

Prices are in USD

I'm more than happy to talk about what you expect of the fanfic! DM with any questions or commissions. I appreciate any boosts or reblogs! I will update regularly when slots are free or taken!

#commission #im pretty well versed in fandoms so i'll probably know your fandom request if you want other fandom fic #assassin's creed #ezio auditore #altair ibn la'ahad #jacob frye #arno dorian #bayek of siwa #kassandra #alexios #evie frye #connor kenway #x reader

[yasashii-leaf]

Hii!!! I love your arts, especially the Jacob Frye x Y/N ones. Can you please do more Jacob Frye x grumpy!Y/N? I love the grumpy x sunshine trope🖤🖤🖤

L'une de mes Dynamique de couple préféré !

#my art #y/n #reader #assassin's creed #jacob frye #evie frye #henry green #jacob frye x reader

[valenli]

Jacob Frye x (Fem) Reader

Imagine you help patch up Jacob Frye after a fight club, but he confesses it was for good reason? (and it is your birthday no less!)

(warning: blood, stitching)

Jacob Frye, what a force of nature was he. Jacob was either the best person to be around, or he'd cause you to be behind bars. As his supervisor on the train (as demanded by Evie Frye) I'd often have to patch him up whenever I'd stop by Whitechapel to get groceries for the Rooks aboard the train. But this time it was different, I looked for Jacob left and right around the fight club but he was simply missing. This wasn't good as he could easily have lost to a templar crook and been dragged out, and seems my theory wasn't far fetched as when I walked around the alleyways I found Jacob surrounded by templars. I carefully hid behind some wooden crates and looked through my pockets for anything I could use, having only one smoke bomb, a cherry bomb, and a single throwing knife, I had to be creative. I could see at lease five men, one of them being the fight club champion. I decided I'd get them to separate, I threw the cherry bomb down the alley and got two to depart from the other three. I then threw the smoke bomb at the threw and one blade directly to the head of the fight club crook. I managed to strangle the two men and once the smoke bomb cleared I picked up Jacob by his under arms and dragged him to the nearest carriage. Some time passed before I got aboard the train and placed Jacob in the bed, looking through his injurys I found something in his pocket, a large amount of money, made sense why they wanted so bad. Soon I began stitching in the injuries and heard groans from the big man baby.

----------

Jacob had woken up with a big startled yet tired expression. I frowned softly, letting him know that I had been rather disappointed.

"the.. The coins! Where are they?" he exclaimed

"calm down your highness Frye, I have them put away, if you hadn't noticed we're safe in the train. Your welcome"

I sighed finishing my words and gently wrapped his arms in a bandaid. He calmed down and wouldn't stop looking into my eyes with that childish puppy eyed look he often gave Evie when talking about the rooks.

"whats the matter Jacob? Tell me would you.. I'm trying to finish up" I held his arm closely to my lap and put down the bandaid roll

"well I wasn't just beating away at those punks for my own entertainment, though it was quite fun I admit. I was going to get you something" he said smiling, I noticed the blood in his bottom lip and pouted. I got a needle and thread and got closer to patch the lip up. "well, what was your goal then? Mmm? Carry all of the rooks money so you could lose it all gambling away in that godforsaken fight club?" i said as I stitched his lips as best I could. Seeing his face red all over with his eyes blueberry colored wasn't something I enjoyed knowing I could've stopped it by telling him to stay put on the train.

"i was going to get you a gift, your highness Y/N. Not just any actually, buttt.. Oww, can't tell you now can I?" he smirked all smugly like the jester he can be sometimes. I knew asking him what it was would lead me to a cat and mouse game of words. I rolled my eyes and continued to patch him up in his arm with the bandaid roll, I could see in the corner of my eye he was looking at me still, waiting for me to speak. "look, whatever may be the reason for your foolish games better be good" i looked at him and frowned. Getting up as I finished helping me but I felt his weaker hand hold mine, I looked over slowly towards Jacob. A smile drew on Jacobs face as he sat up, "i think your the perfect reason to get beat up for, Y/N". I could feel myself get red on my face and I sighed softly. "look, your highness Frye. I'll let you go just this once since it is my important day, alright?" I smiled, deep down his ridiculous manner was to my liking. Jacob stood up as best he could and carefully placed his hand on my face, his hand was roughed up greatly but there was a gentleness that I felt in his hand, he smiled softly when I held his hand closer to my cheek. I could feel his lips meet mine as we closed eyes, after a minute or so I heard Evie chuckle softly. Jacob jumped and looked over.

"whatcha doin there Jacob?" Evie teased her brother, this was the first time she'd ever seen him kiss someone. He chuckled softly, "just wishing her happy birthday is all, why?". Jacob had a mission to get to it seemed, once Evie headed out. Jacob held me carefully, smiling, "seems as though the early morning crow has yet another fight to attend, Y/N" he kissed me once more, I kissed back and placed his top hat on his head, smiling widely. "you have a city to save my Jacob dear, you should get going" he walked out the door and followed to watch. He stood on the roof of the train. "happy birthday to the wonderful Mrs Frye to be" he said jumping away to his mission fast as the night

#assassins creed #Assassins creed syndicate #jacob frye #assassinscreedjacobfrye #frye twins #assassinscreedfanfic #fanfic #multifandom fanpage #jacobfryefanfic #jacob frye x reader

[bookworm-with-coffee]

MASTERLIST

☆ * • * • * • * • * • * • * ☆

The Hobbit & Lord of the Rings 🍃

• Excuses - (Thorin Oakenshield x Child!Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three

• LOTR/TH Characters as wrong number texts! - Part One, Part Two & Part Three

• Sleepless Nights - (Fili x Reader)

• Insecurities - (Kili x Reader)

• Softly - (Kili x Reader)

* • * • * • *

Assassin's Creed 🗡

(*mainly writing for Assassin's Creed III, Rogue & Syndicate )

• Aesthetics - Evie Frye , Jacob Frye , Henry Green , Jacob + Evie , Shay Cormac , Haytham Kenway , Liam O'Brien & Chevalier de la Verendrye

• Torn - (Liam O'Brien x Reader)

* • * • * • *

Hogwarts Legacy 🪄

• Incorrect Quotes - Punch in the Crotch

• Aesthetics - Ominis Gaunt & Sebastian Sallow

• The Greatest Heist of All - (Slytherin Boys x Reader)

* • * • * • *

Van Helsing 🦇

• Night Terrors - (Van Helsing Boys x Reader Imagines)

* • * • * • *

Being Human 🩸

• Dancing With Death - (John Mitchell x Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three - COMING SOON

* • * • * • *

Star Trek 🪐

(*mainly writing for AOS movie series - 2009-16)

______________________________

Writing requests status - CLOSED.

(PLEASE NOTE ! - This is both a writing and personal blog. To be tagged in any fics I may write in future from the fandoms above*, let me know and specify which fandoms, characters, etc. you'd be interested in. Thank you 🥰❤).

(*more fandoms may be added/removed at any time).

(DISCLAIMER! - Any writing or other works published above are mine, based on their franchises which I do not own. I also take no ownership of gifs or images that I use in this post (or any I make), unless I specify my ownership. All credits for gifs and images go to their creators).

#masterlist #the hobbit #lord of the rings #being human uk #assassin's creed rogue #star trek aos #fanfiction #the company x reader #the fellowship x reader #gabriel van helsing x reader #count vladislaus dracula x reader #carl x reader #van helsing carl x reader #van helsing 2004 #van helsing #john mitchell x reader #shay cormac x reader #christopher gist x reader #haytham kenway x reader #liam o'brien x reader #aos enterprise crew x reader #gifs not mine #credit to creator

[whaleofatjme1920]

WhaleofaTjme’s Kinktober Masterlist 2023

It has come back ;)

Everything on this list is subject to change should I feel it necessary. The open spaces are for you to request - get to it!

MINORS DNI

Reblogs are appreciated

October 1st - 14th: Cryptids, Creatures, Monsters Galore! [SCP, Darkwood, Creepypasta]

Degradation - SCP 735 X GN!Reader

2. Orgasm Denial - Brian Thomas X GN!AFAB!Reader

3. Dacryphilia - Tim Wright X GN!AFAB!Reader

4. Stalking/Obsession - Eyeless Jack X F!Reader

5. GONE FISHING (lol)

6. Hands/Fingering/Breeding - Dr. Simon Glass X F!Reader

7. Staying Warm - The Stranger X GN!AMAB!Reader

8. GONE FISHING (lol)

9. Demons - Dr. Kondraki X GN!AFAB!Reader

10. Double Penetration - SCP 049 X GN!AFAB!Reader X SCP 035

11. Blood play - Toby X GN!Reader

12. Temperature Play - Dr. Iceberg X GN!AFAB!Reader

13. GONE FISHING (lol)

14. Totally Normal Smut Fic - Crack!Creepypasta X F!Reader

October 15th - 21st: For the Non-Monster Lovers [Sally Face, TF2, COD]

15. Size Difference - König X GN!AFAB!Reader

16. Threesome - Alejandro Vargas X F!Reader X Valeria Garza

17. GONE FISHING (lol)

18. Hate Sex - Ghost X GN!AFAB!Reader

19. Spanking - Sniper X GN!AFAB!Reader

20. Mommy Kink - Soap X F!Reader

21. GONE FISHING (lol)

October 22nd - 30th: All Those I’ve Missed and Failed to Recognize [A general free space for you.]

22. Daddy Kink - Captain Price X F!Reader

23. GONE FISHING (lol)

24. Bulge Kink/Size Difference - Jake Sully X GN!Afab Reader

25. Through the Window - Jeff the Killer X GN!AMAB!Reader

26. Glory Hole - Jacob Frye X GN!Reader

27. Quickies - Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick X GN!AFAB!Reader

28. Stress Relief - Nick Burkhardt X GN!AFAB!Reader - DELAYED

29. Gagging & Degradation - Sal Fisher X GN!Reader

30. Bondage, Secrecy, Oral - TF2 Medic X GN!Reader

October 31st: A Surprise!

31. Who knows..!

#minors dni #minors do not interact #Kinktober #Kinktober masterlist #scp x reader #creepypasta x reader #tf2 x reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #sally face x reader #I don’t care that there are duplicates here it’s more fun that way #marble hornets x reader

[angel-tries-to-write]

Bisexual disasters

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Rating: General Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader (not quite, can be platonic) Word count: 1501 Genre: fluff

In Victorian England, people who love differently, aren't really welcomed. Thankfully, the Rooks have different opinions.

Underground London would always follow its own rules. What was forbidden among the upper class, was common in places like this. It also meant it was fun, because nobles rarely knew how to have fun. The clock in this bar was showing almost eleven in the night, but you knew the real fun hadn't started yet. That night you wanted to take it slow, so you were sipping your ale when the others switched to something stronger already. You were fine with what you had, after all you wanted to get relaxed, not wrecked.

Apparently Jacob had similar plans, though he already had whisky, he was sipping it much slower than usual. But what didn't change was a bunch of omnipresent Rooks surrounding him, though the closest spots were taken by enamored young women who looked at the Assassin with adoration, they were drinking in his presence rather than drink alcohol like everyone else. You could also notice a group of men by the window, they were whispering and watching the scene with amusement. You assumed they were making fun of the girls and their loud gasps every time Jacob was flirting with one of them. And the more drunk he was getting, the more flirty he would become.

Suddenly one of the men from the distant group stood up, emptied his mug and approached Jacob. You could tell he was nervous.

“Boss, may I have a request?” he asked and Frye looked at him for a moment, then smirked.

“Ask whatever you want, lad” he answered and the poor guy got even more nervous. You observed it with curiosity.

“M-may I ask it privately? I mean, I...” he sighed. “I've lost a bet and I need to do something, but I don't want to lose my place among the Rooks” he explained with cheeks redder every moment. Jacob stood up and came close to the lad, then pulled him out of the prying ears. They talked for a brief moment, then Jacob approached the group by the window and he was rather upset. You had left your spot and moved closer to them, so you would be able to hear what they were talking about. The gang leader leaned on the table and looked at the young men.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, boss! We just wanted him to do something and confront his fears. We had no ill will, we swear, Rook's honor!” said one of them and the others nodded vigorously. Jacob looked at the lad, seeking for confirmation in his face. As soon as he had found it, the Assassin stepped back from the table, pulled the man close and kissed him shamelessly.

You couldn't believe your eyes. That huge flirt and womanizer was kissing a man. Unbelievable. But the more shocking was that no one around them actually cared. The guy's friends were shocked, but not offended, they were more surprised than disgusted. You couldn't take it anymore, you needed to leave, now. The sound of your chair moving rapidly drew more attention than Jacob's action, but you couldn't care less. You stormed outside, not bothering if someone saw you or not, you needed some air, you needed to calm down. Your head was spinning, your mind was a mess, and you didn't know what to think anymore.

Suddenly you heard footsteps behind your back, but you didn't turn around to see who it was. It's not like you had to, Jacob revealed himself pretty soon, when he called after you.

“(Y/n), what's wrong?” he asked. You didn't answer, only started to walk faster, then run. “(Y/n), wait!” he ran after you and soon he grabbed your hand, stopping you. “What happened? Why are you running away?” he asked, trying to understand what was going on.

“Why did you do that?” you asked instead.

“(Y/n), I...”

“Why would you do that? And so casually, like it was nothing, when we both know it's a big thing! You were not supposed to do that, then why did you do it?” you kept asking, not noticing the raise of your voice.

“What's gotten into you?”

“Just tell me. Please.” You looked at him with desperation in your eyes. You needed to know the answers.

“I just felt like it” he shrugged. “The boy is cute and he really should stop overthinking stuff.”

“Are you... do you... like... uh...” you tried to ask but the words kept stucking in your throat.

“Do I like men? Honestly, I don't know. It's all so wrong and messed up. But I think I do. And I like women too. It's confusing” he confessed. “But why did it upset you?”

“I'm sorry. It's not about you, it's about me” you admitted.

“What do you mean?”

“I... I understand this confusion. I've been feeling it my whole life. I like men, but there was always something drawing me to women either” you confessed and you could see Jacob's face changing from concern and confusion to understanding and relief. “When I saw you kissing that lad, I just couldn't take it anymore. All those feelings I've been trying to hide and get rid of through all my life just overwhelmed me.”

“Come here” Jacob opened his arms, offering you a hug. You hesitantly accepted his offer, but soon you had found peace in his embrace. “You have no idea how much it means to me. I have never met someone who would feel like I do.”

“Neither have I.”

“Can we go back to the pub?”

“Yes. I think I owe everyone an explanation.”

“Good point.”

You came back to the place you had left and the first thing you did was to find the lad Jacob had kissed. When you saw him miserably drinking his ale, you nearly ran there.

“Hey, I just wanted to say sorry for storming out like that. I can imagine you might have thought that it was your fault, but I swear it wasn't. You just helped me understand something about myself” you said smiling sheepishly and the guy smiled with relief.

“It's alright, miss (y/n). The Rooks have a lot of space for people who love differently and that's why I love this gang. So many people who don't judge and just let us be ourselves... It's nice”

“It is. But until tonight I was convinced I would always have to hide who I am”

“You have nothing to worry about” the lad's friend spoke. “In this gang either are the ones who love differently or we fully support those who do. Even the boss.”

“What do you mean?” you asked

“Jacob is not very discreet. It wasn't hard to figure out that he's into men as well as women. Of course, no one speaks loudly about it, but no one judges as well. You either accept it or leave the Rooks. That's a rule.”

“I'm surprised it's commonly known.”

“It is. Most of us are open about our preferences.”

“Well, I wish now I knew this earlier. I love like this either and I thought it's not something I should ever talk about.”

“We all did” some other guy spoke. “But once you're one of us, you can stop worrying about it.”

“Thanks.” You smiled with relief. After years of living in fear and shame, it felt nice to be in a supportive environment. You felt like you were freed from some shackles, and like you could finally be truly yourself.

A couple of days later, you were sitting in a pub with Jacob once again. But this time, both of you were having a great time, chatting about stuff. You were telling him a really funny story about one of your fights with Blighters, when suddenly you trailed off and forgot the rest of your words. Your attention was caught by a gorgeous woman, who's just entered the pub and you couldn't help but stare at her. Until you realized Jacob was laughing at you.

“I see your new identity suits you well” he joked.

“Oh, shut it. Did you forget how you almost fell off the roof last week, when you noticed a cute girl on the street?” you reminded him.

“And you were laughing so hard that you almost fell off the roof yourself.”

“She wasn't even that pretty.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Me? Jealous? I think you've had too much alcohol.” You shook your head.

“Oh my... wow...” he said and you thought he was teasing you further, but you noticed him looking above you. When you turned around, you saw a guy undressing, as if he was preparing to fight.

“Woah, he's hot” you commented and Jacob nodded.

“Not as hot as the girl you spotted, but indeed, he's quite attractive” he admitted.

“Is this how our relationship is going to look like? Drooling over attractive people and comparing our findings?” you half joked and Jacob shrugged.

“Are you complaining about that?”

“Not at all. Actually, I quite like that. Cheers.”

#my fic #assassin's creed #jacob frye x reader #jacob frye

[kiatheinsomniac]

Hey! are you still accepting requests? If yes, could you write some fluffy and funny headcanons for Jacob Frye with a goth s/o? Thanks🖤🖤🖤

notes: based on Evie's Victorian Legends outfit, I wanted to keep this as canon time period Jacob even tho goth wasn't really a subculture until the 1980's (yeah, I know it's a music based subculture but I thought that the misunderstanding of Victorian Jacob with a goth partner would be fun to write lol). I think I've ended up leaning more towards making the reader a romantic goth bc it's my favourite gothic subculture lol

☾ ⋆ﾟ  MASTERLIST / RULES / TAGLIST FORM

Ok so this is the Victorian era so, to begin with, Jacob had this huge crush on you but he made no advancements because he thought you were mourning and it would be highly disrespectful of him to do so

So he simply befriended you in the meantime and he just adored your company

You never brought up your 'loss' so he never asked about it or made any mention of your all-black clothes

He's never been much of a reader (that was always Evie's job) but your love for this new trend of gothic literature made you look so happy whenever you spoke about it so he would read all of your favourites on the train while Evie teased him

One day she asked him why the two of you weren't courting yet as he so clearly liked you and he explained that he was waiting for your mourning period to be over first out of respect

Evie had laughed at him and explained that your clothes were merely a reflection of your interests and traditional mourning fashion was a key part of it

Jacob honestly could have kicked himself - he could have asked to court you weeks ago!

Knowing your love for the more morbid things in life, he took you on a stroll through an old graveyard, the two of you stopping on a bench outside the church. It was cold and mist was rolling about the place while clouds dappled the starry sky

While you were admiring the place, Jacob set his coat around your shoulders to try and keep you warm and you leaned against his shoulder, fingers slowly creeping to take his hand in yours

The silence between you two was comfortable but Jacob broke it by brining up the new set of poems that you had recommended to him

He needed your help in understanding their meanings below surface-level but that's what he liked about reading them: he liked the way you looked at the world, the things you could gather and see that he would never think of, how you treated these darker aspects of life with a fascination and sought beauty in them whereas many others would simply wish to shut it out altogether

You only removed your hand from his to push your black veil back and look up at him, your faces so close and seeing the clouds of your breaths mingle before you leaned up just that little bit more to press your lips to his

His arms wrapped around you and pulled you so close, a hand cupping your clod cheek while his other one went down to try and pull his coat around you more, wanting to keep you warm

The way that you smiled up at him afterwards made his heart soar and, like a gentleman, he walked you home when the two of you were done and left his coat with you

He claimed it was so he would have an excuse to come and visit you the next day

He practically ran all the way back to the hideout with this huge grin plastered on his face, eager to tell Evie all about it

☾ ⋆ﾟ Buy me a coffee?

🏷️@gojohater101 @daddyadler @writing-noah @havatnah @aarnodorian

#jacob frye x reader #jacob frye #jacob frye x you #jacob frye/ reader #assassins creed #assassins creed x reader #assassins creed fanfiction #assassins creed fanfic #goth! reader #assassins creed syndicate

[goldenmechanicalheart]

Gonna make this simple and clear;

Fiction is fiction!!! And it stays that way!!!

This means that on this blog, you will be consumeing any and all things disturbing and distasteful, such as age gaps, incest, underage, etc, that are HEAVILY ROMANTICIZED AND STRICTLY PRESENTED IN FICTION!!! None of my works/posts are linked to anyone or anything in real life. Living things are living things, and we can't manipulate them. They have thoughts, feelings and choices, fiction does not. (Example: drawing a character on a blank sheet of paper is just a character on a blank sheet of paper. No name, no background and no purpose. A human being are a human being with a name, background, and purpose) IN FICTION, WE CAN MAKE THE CHOICES AND EVEN THE END RESULT.

○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●

Other things to know:

THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY BLOG!!! I WILL BLOCK MINORS OR AGELESS ACCOUNTS ON SIGHT!!!

Not bothered asking, tbvh.

NOTE: ANY DISTURBING CONTENT IN ANY IRL SITUATIONS, PEOPLES AND MEDIA WILL HAVE PROPER TAGS AND TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!

○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●

Quick faves!:

Games!

-Resident Evil, Hi-fi Rush, Animal Crossing, Phychonauts, FNAF, Apex Legends, Fortnite, World of Warships, Kingdom Hearts series, Sonic series, Legends of Zelda (Gameboy ver), GTA series, Saints Row series (rip), Yu-Gi-Oh (Physical/Duel Links), Assassin's Creed: Syndicate, The Arcana.

Honestly, there are too many to list here.

Anime/TV shows!

Adventure Time, Regular Show, Summer Camp Island, AOT, Tiger and Bunny, Naruto, DB/DBZ, BANANA FISH, One Peice, Beserker, Vinland Saga, Yu-Gi-Oh!, League of Legends: Arcane.

Movies!

Sleeing Beauty (1959), Snow White (1937), Prince and the Frog, Tangled, Anastasia (1997), Sing, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), Scream (1996), Halloween (1978), Friday the 13th (1980), My Bloody Valentine (2009).

There is too much to list here also, but those came to mind.

Main ships and fandoms in this blog!

FNAF!

Williz/Lizwill: William x Elizabeth Afton, Mikeliz: Michael x Elizabeth Afton, Cassevan: Cassidy x Evan Afton, Mrs Afton x Evan/Mike, Henmike: Henry Emily x Michael Afton, Henchar: Henry x Charlie Emily.

Apex Legends!

Miraith: Mirage x Wraith, Crypson: Crypto x Wattson, Fusehound: Fuse x Bloodhound, Revash: Revanant x Ash

Assassin's Creed Series!

Fryecest: Jacob x Evie Frye (Syndicate)

Fornite!

Midas x Jules, Midas x banging every other skin and wishing they were me tbh 😮‍💨

○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●

If you read this far, I literally can't say I didn't warn you 🤨 so block me and stfu.

○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●

Lovely Kirby blinkies by Anakin

#proship #proships #proshipper #proshipping #proshippers are welcome #comshippers are valid #profiction #profic #comshippers welcome #proshippers are valid #pro fiction #comship #comshipper #comshipping #comship safe #profic safe #proship safe #antis dni #18+ mdni

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

Personal AC CanonxOC Ship Aesthetics

Jacob showing Magnolia around the many pubs of London

Suggested by: anonymous

“Tell me, Jacob, do nice people come here?”

“They’re nice enough...once they’ve had a few drinks in them.”

#thank you for suggesting this nonnie! #this was too long overdue #but I was happy to make it #because this is just a fun scenario to imagine that could have so many outcomes #(some maybe not as good as others LOL) #Jacob Frye x OC #Jolie vibes #AC OC: Magnolia #Personal Ship Aesthetics #Jolie Moodboards

[xreader-obsessions]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"About what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#jacob frye x reader #x reader #fanfic #assassins creed fanfic

[causenessus]

Two Halves. | Jacob Frye

jacob frye x reader

anon req: "could you possibly do one with a female assassin reader where they have been friends for awhile but realizes he’s grown feelings for her and is just “OH NO” but doesn’t realize she likes him too?"

she/her pronouns

song recc: for the first time by mac demarco

word count: 733 words

what are soulmates? what are humans, that we are not made whole without our other half?

Don't let feelings compromise the mission.

That was something his father had said.

Probably to keep him from being more reckless than he already was. Emotions could cause impulsive, dangerous actions if they could not be composed. Feelings for another person meant a weak spot that could be used against him and another life at risk.

That was probably his father's thinking.

But that wasn't even the problem.

It was realizing there were feelings and that he had no idea how to deal with them. Only that they were heavy and longing.

Longing for her.

It was the first time they had been separated in a while, with her on a mission in another district outside of London. It was only for a day, two or three at max, yet as soon as he had seen her off at the train station everything had dulled. There was a breath caught in his chest, hoping to be ambushed by her at every corner.

Perhaps it was a feeling of incompleteness.

Without her there was no one to make sense of his thoughts, finish his sentences, or devise schemes with.

It was during a hijack two days after her departutre, as he was maneuvering a carriage full of cargo through people and nearly missing lampposts, when he felt rather apathetic with no one to share his thrill with that it really hit him.

Perhaps his feelings were stronger than he realized. Being around her for so long, he didn't realize how much of him was missing without her.

But surely he was the only one who felt this way. How embarrassing would it be when she returned completely normal because she could live without him just fine?

That had done it. He couldn't live without her. That's what had caused these feelings.

His father's words had then reluctantly came to mind. But he was never one for following them, anyway.

It wasn't like his feelings were compromising anything, though. He had delivered the cargo just fine, but he was distracted. Never thinking of the mission, just her.

But it would be too complicated to try and find her in a foreign district. Where would she stop first when she returned?

A train blew as if to respond and he followed.

He awoke in a daze, not even sure when he fell asleep, to light footsteps on the roof of his train car and sat up squinting. It was dark outside and the wall scones barely glowed, flickering as if they were about to give out. He almost thought he had imagined hearing something when a shadow swung into the doorway and ran towards him.

He stood up in surprise before the figure came clear and his heart jumped.

"[Y/N]," he breathed. Overcome with surprise and joy, he could only open his arms in time to receive her body which had thrown itself into him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he spun her.

"Jacob," she murmured, squeezing him tighter and moving one hand to run through his hair.

They stood in the pale lighting of the train car silently, like lovers in a kitchen at midnight, they enveloped each other, with her arms draped around his shoulders, face pressed into his coat while he rested his hands on her hips.

After another moment of stillness, he gently brought a hand to rub her shoulder, trying to tell himself everything that had happened was normal. This was what friends did. "Everything go well?" he asked softly, feeling rigid from all the unexpressed emotions inside of him. He wanted to lift her up, kiss her, tell her he loved her, and so much more.

She only pressed her face further into his coat, shaking her head to dismiss the question, "I missed you so much."

He was so torn between the lines, was missing someone so much a normal friendly thing?

"Jacob," she whispered again, pulling back from his coat but keeping her arms around his neck, inches away from him.

He couldn't stop himself from gingerly caressing the side of her face. And whether they both moved or one closed the gap, it had been instinct, a product of two hearts that had mourned for each other.

It resolved all of Jacob's unrequited feelings and he felt that he was once again complete. Everything felt whole with his other half in his arms.

#jacob frye x reader #jacob frye #assassin's creed #assassins creed syndicate