#assassin's creed syndicate fanfics

[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.

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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

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[reemonna]

Getting drunk with Jacob Frye

He mentions his urgency to make his own 'the rooks' gang every 5 seconds

Right after you're both done with drinking, he will take your hand to climb with him on the buildings' rooftops with your both laughter blaring all over the place

(NSFW/+18) You will end up making love on the rooftop of some building under the pale moonlight

He doesn't really like drinking to the point of getting wasted a lot, to keep his perception in a good level and stay connected with his surroundings. But he will definitely get drunk when he's around you. He would be so taken by you that he won't realise what he should and shouldn't do

His sense of humour increases and he throws more jokes when he gets drunk than he does in usual

You both talk about all the mess he did in the whole country. How he derailed a train, set fire to theatres, messed up factories, took the prime minister's spouse for a walk to one of the most dangerous England streets, and nearly crashing Britain's economy

And of course he must mention how Evie always interrupts his plans, which -in fact- means fixing his dumb doings and saving the day

"When Evie first heard of the squabble that happened yesterday in town, she pointed her fingers of blame at me, accusing me of starting that fight. Yes, I may have started it by accident, but she really must have a little faith in me, right?"

Will obviously start random fights with everyone in the inn

You don't really want to see how brutal he gets if someone tried to harass you one way or another, it's like releasing a monster -that's been tied for years- on the loose

It should be obvious that he grows more confident to flirt, and his feelings towards you loom clearer. He might even propose to you

Shouting in the middle of the inn, telling everyone how gorgeous and smart you are and how lucky he is to have you by his side? That's undoubtedly happening

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[writingsofanobsessedwoman]

How the Assassins (and some Templars) would be on your birthday:

Ezio Auditore

He'd likely wake you up with some morning "exercises", and take you on a stroll/ride through your favorite places

A candlelit dinner atop a building overlooking the sunset to finish the day with some fancy wine

Would give you anything you'd wanted, including but not limited to a portrait of the two of you done by Leonardo (you'd thank the little artist later)

Rose petals leading up to your room

Leonardo Da Vinci

Honestly, he's the type to just let you lead the day. Shopping? He's there with you paying for what he can. A boat ride? Of course!

Would be sweet the whole day, holding your hand with a dopey little grin as he followed you

Flowers, your favorite chocolates, art supplies if you're that way inclined

Connor Kenway

You're very special to him, and he makes you feel it on your birthday

He'd get someone to make you a cake (he tried and nearly burnt the house down in the process)

Flowers by your bedside as he woke you up with sweet kisses

He'd go to town with you if you really wanted to go

Or ride around the homestead all day and show you some beautiful places he's found

Wouldn't let you do any work for the day

He'd end it all by holding you close as he gifted you a little carved animal (your favorite), and a necklace he'd bought one day with your favorite stone set in it

Edward Kenway

Would also wake you up with "exercise"

He'd sail around with you, letting you tell him where to go

He may even let you steer the Jackdaw for a bit

You'll likely not remember much, as you'll be drunk for most of the night

Would give you all kinds of jewelry the he's obtained on his voyages

James Kidd/Mary Read

They're a romantic through and through. And extravagant

Would wake you up sweetly, but it'd turn spicy

Down to do whatever you want, be it a picnic or drinking at a pub, they're happy

Gifts would be thoughtful, plus some jewelry and the like

Shay Patrick Cormac

See morning "exercise"

A romantic, Shay would have the whole day planned out for you

He'd sail you somewhere nice, and have a home-cooked meal awaiting somewhere quiet

Would take you back to the fort for a surprise party with a small band of folk playing music

Liam O'Brien

Assuming he isn't gone off on a mission, he'd likely take you shooting with him

He'd buy you sweets and just be sweet the whole day

Would dance with you in a clearing somewhere

His gifts would probably be practical, like some new gloves or something

Haytham Kenway

Prepare to feel like royalty for a day

He'd spare no expense for your birthday

The best food, the finest imported wine, best clothing he could find, all of it's yours

Don't think about lifting a finger, either

Breakfast in bed, followed by an extravagant ball in your honor

Jacob Frye

CHAOS from the moment your eyes opened

Tried to make you breakfast, set it on fire

Takes you around London

A surprise dinner (the Rooks set it up for him) on top of Big Ben

Would get Evie to help him with some flowers

You'd end up drunk, laughing, and happy

My birthday is the 28th this month (December), so this is my gift to myself. If you want anyone added, let me know. These are all kinda short, sorry. I've got a heck of a migraine at the moment. Probably doing some for the Red Dead boys next. And yes, I used gender neutral pronouns for James/Mary. Sue me

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The two of you get inside after a mission that almost went terribly wrong. Your clothes from the knees-down are completely soaked through, your boots making an irritating squelching sound with each and every step you make. Meanwhile, Jacob is covered in sawdust and the two of you reek of smoke. 

Did the boat full of Blighter contraband blow up? Yes. But were you successful in your mission to give the Rooks an upper hand by destroying said contraband? Yes. Though, the two of you certainly needed to clean up now. 

Not wanting to track all of your mess through the train hideout, you’ve booked a room at an inn for the night and the both of you are already looking forward to having some drinks in the pub on the ground floor beneath your feet once you’ve had the chance to freshen up. It’s been a long day and the two of you are just craving a few drinks to unwind while you chat and enjoy a more peaceful evening before going to bed. 

While Jacob lights the fireplace, you’re quick to tug off your soggy boots and socks in order to go on to peel off your wet trousers. As you do so, Jacob comes up behind you to set his hands around your waist and hold you steady so that you don’t lose your balance. Really, he knows that you’re agile from so many years of being an assassin but he just wants the opportunity to be a gentleman with you. Jacob knows that he’s rough around the edges and you’re not exactly society’s ideal of a meek, delicate woman with the occupation you have but he doesn’t see you as any less of a lady for it and it’s his belief that you most certainly deserve to be treated as one. 

He knows you’re capable of getting yourself out of a carriage but he offers you his hand anyway. He knows you don’t need help to carry cases or heavy bags but he takes them from you to bear the weight himself anyway. He knows that you have a hood to keep yourself dry. But you should still take his coat to lay over your shoulders too. He can handle the cold and rain but you shouldn’t have to do the same.

You’ve had to pick up a fresh pair of clothes to change into while you were on your way to this inn with Jacob alongside you. It’s merely a simple Rook’s uniform and Jaocb has had to collect one for himself too. Jacob runs a bath for himself and you can hear the splashing of water as he gets in and begins cleaning himself. Meanwhile, you set your wet boots and trousers up on a rack by the fire to dry as you take the blanket from the room’s bed and wrap it around yourself, sitting in the armchair beside the fireplace. 

You listen to the quiet pitter-patter of water dripping from your clothes and onto the floor, drawing your eyes towards it. You had been moments away from falling into the river when you were leaping from the remains of the boat and towards the dock. The debris you had been floating on sank under the pressure of your jump more than you had anticipated and it wasn’t until you were in the air and it was too late that you realised it. 

But Jacob had been there, reaching out to grab your arm and pull you up. Admittedly, it had hurt to suddenly have your arm yanked on like that but you were alright now and it had saved you from completely falling into the river, only allowing your legs to fall in just below your knees. Jacob, already covered in sawdust from the packaging of a nearby box when the explosion went off, had pulled you up onto the dock as you watched the remainder of the boat sink into the Thames. 

You take your turn to bathe after Jacob and soon the two of you are dressed in your borrowed Rooks’ uniforms and are heading downstairs for a few drinks after a long day. But you don’t stay for very long, feeling tired after the day’s events, and you soon head back to your room, warm and merry with alcohol. Jacob is the first to flop onto the bed that’s a little rickety but not unexpected for the price you’re paying to stay here. He lays back, one arm tucked behind his head for comfort while he opens the other one up to you invitingly. 

You crawl into his arms and curl against his chest as he wraps his arm around you and holds you close, delighting in the warmth of your body against his. Oh, how he adores you. He leans down to kiss the top of your head and pet your hair with the hand that he had invited you into bed with. 

He untucks his other arm from behind your head to sling over your waist as he gives you a little squeeze just to really feel you in his hold. Then, a sly smile creeps onto his lips and you let out a cry that turns into a fit of laughter when his fingers dig into your ribs and he begins to tickle you. You hit your fist against his chest as you giggle and squeal when he rolls his weight onto you so that you can’t escape his tickling. 

You manage to wrench one of your arms free and so you use it to wiggle your fingers against Jacob’s neck in order to give him a taste of his own medicine. You laugh from amusement this time when his chin immediately snaps down to press against his chest in an attempt to defend his neck from your reach. 

“Alright! Alright! I surrender!” He yields through laughs as he pulls you close once more and sets a kiss upon the crown of his head. You relax tiredly into his arms as you gaze up at him momentarily. 

Oh, how you love this man. 

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[demigoddessqueens]

love letters

read on ao3 // ongoing series

Love of my life,

How you captivate my heart and mind even when you are away. Seeing the lovers prepare for the upcoming does make you miss you, as I must admit.

The sun setting on London’s skyline reminds me of you. All of our escapades and sneaking away just to have moments for ourselves.

It’s different without you here, but I always see and feel you in my heart.

Come home.

Your sweetest,

Jacob Frye

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[vadlings]

the memories of the boy i’ve been (801 words) by vadlings

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ethan Frye & Jacob Frye, Evie Frye & Jacob Frye, Ethan Frye & Evie Frye & Jacob Frye Characters: Jacob Frye, Ethan Frye, Evie Frye Additional Tags: Character Study, Emotional Baggage, Bad Parenting, Family, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, Jacob Frye Has ADHD

Summary:

Before Ethan, it had been just him, Evie, and their grandmother. Obviously they’d competed, but nothing like they did later on, when every word of praise to Evie and look of disapproval to Jacob felt like the driving force of the rift growing fast between them.

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[aiza-luna]

Assassin's Creed - Syndicate Drabble: Nightly Chat

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"You know? Maybe my stay in London won't be so bad after all..."

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Hello, Hello, everyone! This is Aiza here, once again, this time, bringing something a bit different... A little draft I did of my AC: Syndicate AU and showing a bit more of my OC for the game! I hope you guys enjoy it since is my first time posting a small writting of mine, here! 🥹🩵

Without further ado, let's go!

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The darkness of the London's sky was comforting... At least at that moment. The cool breeze hitted her face, moving her braid softly against the wind.

Her dark copper hair glowed under the faint moonlight that timidly shined through the dark clouds. The weather was always so dark, so cloudly... Was it because of the constant smokes coming from the factories? Or simply the natural disposition of London's climate? She couldn't tell...

She kept cleaning her blade. The red hankchief she carried helping to hide the blood trail. The silver-colored weapon returning to it's shimering with every stroke she performed in it.

"... Y así pasan los días

Y yo desesperando

Y tu, tu contestando

Quizás, quizás, quizás...

... Estas perdiendo el tiempo

Pensando, pensando

Por lo que mas tu quieras

Hasta cuándo, hasta cuándo..."

The woman started to hum idly as she completed her task, her voice was of a Mezzosoprano tone, singing in a melodic but quiet pace.

So immersed on her work, she didn't noticed the light steps approaching her by her back in the cold rooftop. And she would have imediatly draw her blade on the stranger's throat, if it wasn't for the voice she quickly recognized.

- What are you doing here, little Hoopoe? - Spoke a male voice with an english accent, to which made her lower her guard and turn to face him. She looked a bit startled, and annoyed, but relieved it was a familiar face.

- I just needed a moment for myself, Mr. Frye... - The Spanish woman started, raising an eyebrow at him. - ... What are you doing here? Do not tell me you were indulging on those pubs again. -

The woman asked, knowing the Assassin's habit of drinking with his gang members until the late hours. And considering their expantion over London has been quite succeful those days, she was pretty sure he had been out drinking.

Her only reply was a humorous laugh, as he standed besides her, looking down at her as she was sitted in the edge of the rooftop.

- Is that how you see me? As a drunk scoundrel that only 'indulges himself on those pubs'? I feel hurt. - Jacob asked with a sarcastic and playful tone, smirking as he watched the Spaniard's cheeks heat up and gain a faint shade of red, barely visible with her olive complexion and the dim light of the street lights.

- ... You know that is not what I meant... - Solange argued in a murmur, visibly embarassed to have possibly offended him and not following the proper politeness she was taught.

Jacob sitted besides her, taking a look in the view and then at her, before speaking again.

- And you still haven't awnser my question, little Hoopoe. - He pointed out, seeing how vague her reply was, and how strange it was to find her at that hour. It was usual for him and Evie to roam the streets at the late night, but Solange? She usually would spend her evenings indulging herself in those pompous (and awfully demanding) social events of the high-class.

- Wouldn't you preffer to spend your "time for yourself" in your aunt's estate? I believe a warm long bath and the bed of the guest's room would be much more enjoyable than feel the cold night wind while sitting in a dirty rooftop. - The British Assassin commented in a light manner, in his typical charming manner.

Always a charmer, always charismatic...

...Was he always like this? It was both irritating and heart-lighting... Solange envied how well would he take things. How he always had this smooth-talker way of dealing with everything. This captivating energy that neither She nor the Evie had.

- ... Believe me, Mr. Frye... Is nothing. - The Spanish Assassin commented in a serious tone, before sighing heavily. - Starrick's influence in the British court is more than we expected... -

She started with a more firm tone, making the British man frown besides her. - What did you found? -

Solange mimicked his face expression, looking at her blade.

- James Brownlow William Gascoyne-Cecil, the Marquess of Salisbury, is another noble that is joining the Templars. - The Spanish Lady informed, her expression more worried. - We also suspect Lord Wensleydale may be connected to Starrick. Not as a member, but as an ally... Two nobles and a Judge. -

The Assassin concluded worried, clearly impressed that would be more Templars inside the court than just the Earl of Cardigan.

- Starrick is securing his strings in the Parlament too. - Jacob concluded with a more serious and somber voice, the brunette only nodded.

- I believe Starrick also have plans for my uncle, Tía Desirée is trying to use that in her advantage to approach and discover their true intentions. - The Spanish Assassin explained her family's course of action, placing her red hankchief on her lap.

- But in all honesty? I just did not wish to take part in tonight's gathering...- She commented quietly, looking down at the streets. The other Assassin looked at her surprised.

- What? Why? I thought you enjoyed "spending the night dancing your fears always and hoping to find a gentleman to wed."- Jacob commented with a smile, remembering what he heard his partner-in-Creed commenting with her aunt while he and his sister visited their estate. Solange chuckled and held her hands together.

- You're correct. However, is not that I do not like the events, is just that... - The Spaniard started, but her voice died down, as did her gaze. Jacob looked at her, eager for her to continue her phrase. - ... My aunt was trying to find me another suitor. Edward Marjoribanks, the son of the Baron Tweedmouth. -

She revealed, sounding a bit more nervous. Jacob looked at her confused.

- Well, aren't those good news? - He asked, his voice still laced with puzzlement. - You wished for a suitor, doesn't that overjoy you? - The British asked, going straight to the point.

Sometimes, his directness was a bit disconcerting.

- Yes, it was... - Solange confirmed in a tensed tone, before she let out a deep sigh. -... I know I should not oppose to this, and heavens knows how lucky I am a man even try to show interest in me while being... Una defectuosa enferma. - She murmured the last part with bitterness, although despite being in her mother-tongue, by the frown on his face, it was clear Jacob had heard it as well, despite not understanding the words exactly, he could recognize the tone. - But I... I simply do not know. - The brunette concluded in agony.

Jacob frown, still not really understanding.

- You do not know if you wish to wed him? - He asked, and the girl nodded.

- Do not get me wrong, he seems like a good gentleman, but... I simply do not wish to marry him. - She stated in a sad tone. - I... I know a marriege with him would be of great help for the Assassins, and would help strenght our influence inside the Parlament, but I... - She started to explain her thoughts, until she was stopped.

By the Assassin besides her, that had a clear frown and a face of disapproval in his face.

- Oi! Listen to me - Jacob started, sounding weirdly serious. A jarring contrast of his usual carefree tone. - You do not have to marry some Boujee to help the Brotherhood! We can overthrow Starrick without locking you on a Marital Prison! - He stated. Despite his tone becoming a tid more playful in the end, she could still feel the seriousness of his words.

He mean it. He really meant every word he spoke... She didn't knew wether to feel touched by his concern for her opinion, or she pitied him for not knowing the prices of the high-class. Solange sighed once more.

- Mr. Frye, I appreacite your words, truly... - She started, her voice calm and collected as ever, despite her hint of sadness. -... But I know my responsabilities, as my status demand...-

- Solange. - He started, calling her by her name, knowing this would get her full attention. - Before being a Noble, before being an Assassin, you're a bloody person. - Jacob affirmed seriously, even if his tone was not harsh. But it was evident that he hated that.

He hated to see how much Solange would put herself down, beat herself for not fitting what was expected of her... And mostly importantly, he hated how she was ready to sacrifice herself to fullfil those expectations. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't.

- Please, listen to yourself. To what you are saying! Do you believe trapping youself to an unhappy relationship is worth it? We can fight Starrick, and we will free London. - Jacob said with confidence, as to inspire her. - You do not have to go to such limits for the sake of a "good alternative". -

She looked at him. For the first time, the honey-colored eyes met his hazel ones... And she smiled. A simple, timid but sincere smile. Despite the layers of make-up that covered her disease, her face seemed to glow in gratitude.

-... I can not run from courtship forever, Mr. Frye... - The Spanish Assassin argued, her tone sounding more soft, even relaxed, as she spoke now. Jacob smiled slightly, looking at the scenary.

- Why do you insist so much on this, Lady Cotoner? - The British Assassin asked, with curiosity in his voice. He knew noblewomen usually married off early, but the way she took it so desperatly, definetly felt a bit... Strange, to not say obssessive, to him. - Wouldn't you rather wait until our mission is over to look for a man to betrothed you? -

Solange's eyes quickly shifted towards the street, as she bit her bottom lip light, in a discreet nervous gesture.

- Yo... - She started, her tone hesitant and heavy. -... I'm not like the other ladies, Mr. Frye... - The brunette stated, her voice disappointed and quiet. -... I fear no men will desire to wed a woman like me, for something I carry. - She concluded in a short and simple manner, clearly not wanting to elaborate the topic further.

Jacob looked at her for a few moments in silence. He wanted to ask her more about this "thing" she "carried with her", but he could also feel how that bothered her... And he did not wished to make her uncomfortable. Specially at that hour.

- Lady Cotoner... - He started, his voice sounding understanding and sympathetic. - We may have only known each other for a few days, but, if I may say: I found you an incredibly capable and beautiful woman. - Jacob said, his tone full of sincerity and animosity. - I cannot imagine a man on his right mind, specially a noble one, rejecting your hand to be claimed. -

Despite their differences and personalities, Jacob admired Solange. The Spanish Lady was a kind, sweet soul as much as she was a deadly Assassin. Her devotion, her understanding nature, her curiosity... Jacob admired them. And he did considered the Spaniard a friend, despite not knowing if the feeling was mutual.

At his words, Solange looked at him surprised, her mouth slightly agape and her eyes bright in desbelief and flattering... Did he really mean it? She hoped, deep down, he did. That those weren't just words of consolation, but of sincere admirament.

Once again, she smiled a soft smile, a hint of blush in olive her cheeks by the flattering his words caused on her... Her expression softned.

- Thank you for your words, Mr. Frye... - She started, her elegant voice filled with gratitude for such caring words directed at her. Then, she stood up slowly, looking at the sky. -... We should better go, is getting late and we will continue our moviments early morning. - She stated casually, feeling the wind move her royal-blue coat and hood against it.

Jacob smiled, as he stood up, but he did not walked towards her.

- Will you meet us in the train? - He asked, already knowing the awnser. This was becoming a routine since they had defeated Keylock and as she introduced herself as another Assassin from the Spanish Brotherhood.

- Yes, as always. - Solange confirmed in a more content tone, standing in the edge of the rooftop, before turning slightly back towards him. - Oh, and Mr. Frye... - She started, catching the British's attention, as he raised an eyebrow, waiting for her next words. - ... I also find you a capable Assassin... And a great leader. - The Spaniard stated in a warm tone, smiling to him, as she said "Good Night" and jumped off to another rooftop, running and moving in the night swiftly as a shadow.

Jacob smiled to himself, feeling the familiar cool breeze of London, and the smell of heavy smoke from the chimneys as he watched her disappear in the darkness of the night . - Good Night, little Hoope. -

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✨ CREDITS TIME! ✨

Writting Inspirations: @nemo-of-house-hamartia @thatcrazycrowgirl

Images: From Pinterest.

Characters:

• Master Assassin Solange Cotoner (OC by Yours Truly 🩵)

• Master Assassin Jacob Frye (By Ubisoft)

Universe: Assassin's Creed Syndicate (By Ubisoft)

Themes: Nightly talk, friendly-chat, historical references, just two (future lovers) having a light talk, self-esteem issues hinted, begining of the Syndicate story.

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Thank you so much for reading! 🩵

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#assassin's creed #assassin's creed oc #Solange Cotoner #My OC #Drabble #Scene concept #not sure is going to be canon but I had in my mind for a while #Anyways slight introduction to my Spanish girly ? #Patootie and Dork having a casual chat after she murdered some Blighters in the streets #Jacob is probably OOC but I TRIED- #I need to polish writting him dang #jacob frye #assassin's creed syndicate #ac syndicate #AC Fanfic #OC x Canon #Jacob Frye x Solange Cotoner #Solob #The Rook and the Hoopoe

[onecoolcatlover]

Alcohol and Assassins don’t mix

Jacob had recently moved into your apartment. He was still adjusting to 2024 but he was making progress. However some things never change.

You walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge early in the morning to consider what to make for your breakfast. Only to find… your cat?

“Myst? What are you doing here?” You ask the small fluffy grey cat. She looked like she wanted to commit manslaughter with a truck. She meowed angryily and jumped from the inside of the fridge.

Then you heard him.

“Here kitty, kitty” he sounded a mix of deranged and tired

You tiptoed into the living room. Jacob sprawled was on the floor surrounded by…. Beer bottles? You knew he drank but this was a little much. Jacob then grabbed the milk jug….?

“ Come on kitty……. I love you kitty……” he said as he dragged the milk jug towards him. “I love you kitty and then he squeezed the milk jug in a tight hug.

The milk jug spewed everywhere.

“NOOOOOOO!!!!KITTTY!!!!!!” Jacob began to sob. He got up and you hoped your boyfriend would come to his senses and clean up the mess. You were wrong.

“Y/N!!! Y/N!!! Kitty died!!! He had drunkenly walked over the beer bottles by some miracle and didn’t trip. Now he was skating you vonliently.

“Jacob that’s the milk jug. Myst is over there. “ you pointed over to Myst you looked ready to kill Jacob and then explode with anger. She was smacking her fluffy tail against the ground.

He stopped shaking you “No, that’s the milk. Why is it on the ground…… I MUST BURY KITTY“ he then let go and then marched over to the milk jug. Then he marched outside with a shovel.

—15 min later—

“KITTY YOU WERE BEUITUFUL!” Jacob sobbed as if he lost Evie. How he managed to burry the milk jug and not harm himself was beyond you. He was now on top of “kitty’s” grave in the fetal position.

And now he’s asleep. Myst don’t kill him..

#assassin's creed #jacob frye #assassin's creed syndicate #evie frye #fanfic #mystory

[hellshire-harlot]

ayo I’m bored waiting for my Xbox to get fixed so I can actually get all the dlc, does anyone have any fic recommendations for Assassin’s Creed Syndicate??? I’m accepting almost everything (including and especially self insert/x reader), my only restrictions are no incest/underage shit, and try to keep it within the Syndicate game as that’s the only one I’ve played so far

#Idk I’m bored #Assassin’s Creed Syndicate #AC Syndicate #Jacob Frye #Evie Frye #Fanfic #Fic recs #Hellshire Heresy

[escritoranubiabdagger]

Evie Frye estava tranquila sabendo que sua filha adotiva estava com Jacob em Londres, enquanto ela terminava sua viagem pela Índia, o problema começou com os ataques de Jack, o Estripador, e aumentou quando viu uma foto indicando que sua filha era o próximo alvo!

Leia no Wattpad ou no Spirit

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/238891053-assassin%27s-love?

Spirit: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/assassins-love-25360283

#evie frye #assassins creed syndicate #assassins creed #assassinscreed #gaming #video games #story #fanfic

[thats-by-the-by]

i love rereading fic plans to get the next part of the plot. Like hell yeah me one week ago starrick is a conniving cunt! also why did you write 700 words for this oneshot its so long now

#acreed #assassin's creed #ac syndicate #ac fanfic

[20timemachine12]

Interactive fics

Hey, this blog has been dead for years but I'm not. :) I've been working on several different things and now I'm learning Choicescript. It's the code used to write stuff like Choice of the Dragon and Zombie Exodus if you've played those. I was writing some fics with it but decided I'm better off focusing on just the code, so I'd like to offer to convert your fics to interactive ones.

I'm doing it for free, I'll just have to limit the number of fics I'm able to do at once, especially while I'm still figuring it out. You can head over to Choice of Games for more about how it can turn out/what you can do with stories like this, and hmu about converting yours. I'm setting up an itch.io account to host them on and should have an example story up on there as soon as I manage to compile the damn thing. When I learn how, I'd love to be able to just send them as downloadable files or put them on Google Drive instead of hosting too. (That way you can put them on your Ao3 etc. for download instead :) )

I'd prefer sticking to AC, but I'll totally do other fandoms for you. And please keep the fics short for now :{

#assassins creed #fanfiction #fanfic writing #interactive stories #assassin's creed #ac fandom #ac1 #ac2 #aciii #ac black flag #ac brotherhood #ac revelations #ac rogue #ac syndicate #ac origins #ac unity #ac3

[casualstarowl]

My OC Jacqueline “Jackie” Harlow with the twins! ❤️

It’s been a while since I last drew these three together but hoping to show off more sketches and doodles. Also sharing more about Jackie including two more of my beloved OCs, Grayson Harlow and Ephraim Scott.

#jacob frye #evie frye #assassins creed syndicate #ac syndicate #fanart #frye twins #ao3 fanfic #oc stuff #assassin’s creed #assassins creed #jacqueline harlow #owl doodles

[mocosa-media]

my AC1 rant

Okay but Malik had a son duh, Tazim. Yes, but imagine Tazim going to Masyaf as a mid-teen (like 16 or 17 whatever) right? Right, so he’s recruited easily because he’s a scrappy kid who knows how to fight dirty (note: dirty, not as an assassin yet) and the order’s standards have fallen since Altair left. Not much is done. I personally think of a frat house, lot’s of pretty buff looking dudes but only a small handful actually have brains while the rest just want to party. 

Anyway, Tazim who gains friendships and finds out about his father’s death the hard way. Through this all, Tazim keeps his background a secret. No one knows he is Malik’s son. He first came to Masyaf to find answers. He found them. Dead dad. Possibly revenge? No, he has lost any energy to do that because Abbas’ power seems ridiculously big. Tazim mourns for his father alone while still training in secret with his new friends.

Tazim gets cocky years later because he’s a pretty darn good fighter now. He still trains in secret but it’s sorta like an afterschool club. After his job at the stables, he goes to hangout at their hidden training grounds, etc. etc. He betrays his friends, but when he gains them back they give him a major ass kicking he absolutely deserved. 

They get their hidden blades. 

The gang have their own “bureau” which is just an abandoned home on the edged of the city where they hangout; It’s their clubhouse where they plan and drink and gossip. They are like 17-20 year olds come on. 

Abbas searches for another piece of Eden. Tazim and his gang join in on this race. Bad stuff happens. Death. Depression. Reminiscent to AC1 opening scene/mission. In turn, Tazim is sad (maybe hurt in a similar fashion as his father; history repeats itself) and it seems that the only reason he was staying in the brotherhood has died.

Tazim says, “Fuck the loyalists. Fuck Altair and fuck Abbas.” He hates everything and everyone so his ‘traitor’ begins to show. So much so that he’s sent to Abbas and when Abbas is like “Are you a traitor as so and so claims?” Tazim is like, “Fuck you, maybe. I miss my home.” (Home as in the OG old Masyaf of when Altair was there. 

Tazim is stripped of his title and sent back home. No- like he’s sent back to Jerusalem where he grew up. Inspiring things happen and he hears the rumors of Altair returning. He’s like “Not these bullshit rumors again.” 

But guess what? Not a rumor. 

He goes back! 

He is like “Yeah I gotta finish the shit I started and help an old man out.” so he does! When he goes back, his old crew is extremely happy and they give him all updated info. He’s like omg me too I have updated info, my dad is badass Malik and I have Altair behind me now too.

Yes, they all freak (in a good way)

They take over Masyaf again. All is well. Sorta. Okay thanks.

#ac1 #assassins creed #assassins creed syndicate #ac #ac valhalla #hidden ones #Altair Ibn La'Ahad #altair #malik al sayf #Malik #Tazim Al-Sayf #tazim #ac fanfic #assassin's creed mirage #basim ibn ishaq #ac basim #ac altair #hytham #ac hytham #maria thorpe #ac maria #ac maria thorpe #kadar al sayf #kadar #ac kadar #hidden blades #ac2 #abbas #abbas sofian

[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

[demigoddessqueens]

Based off a little back and forth with the ever artistically talented and adorable @missbenzayb 💕, these are back to back angsty prompts for two of the best Assassins

EDIT: WILL UPDATE ON MY AO3

One’s comforting and one’s sad AF 🥲

Connor Kenway + “I appreciate you”

You barged into you and Connor’s shared apartment, deep within your thoughts you didn’t notice his cheerful “hello”. But he noted that stressed and exerted look on your face. As you reached the bedroom, you threw your bag to the side before flopping face down with a deep sigh. The day replayed in your mind: harrowing tasks, being on your feet all day, endless calls, loud and entitled customers along with an equally incompetent manager. Tears began to prickle in your eyes as the overwhelming stress from the day melted from you. Connor had lightly tapped at the bedroom door, hearing your soft sniffles, before entering in.

“Y/n, you alright?” You responded with a small head shake of “no”. Feeling the bed dip where he moved beside you, you relaxed a bit as Connor’s hand massaged and rubbed your back.

“That much of a bad day, huh?” You turned your head to look at him with your tear-stained eyes. “Something like that.” He laid down by your side with that smile, that bright smile that rivaled the sun on the best days. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I appreciate you. Love you. And adore you.”

Jacob Frye + “this will be the last time you lie to me” + Mentions of break-up 😭😩💔

It had been a routine for some time, but you didn’t want to admit it just yet. What had once been filling your heart with joy just felt robotic. You reciprocated and went through the motions as if it was second nature, but it felt lacking. Jacob started to catch on as well, the tight smile and darting eyes, but he dudes want to admit the truth yet. If he did, it would confirm the worst fears he never wanted to face. You both got your answer the last night he held you.

“Do you still love me?” The tension could’ve been cut with a knife. “Of course I-.” He abruptly cut you off.

“No, not just an answer. At least tell me the truth if this is the last time you lie to me.”

You knew this day would come, but you couldn’t bear this image anymore. It wasn’t fair to Jacob or you. “I do love you Jacob, but not like it was before.”

You felt the sharp pang of guilt through your heart as you heard his shuddered sigh, trying to hold back your own tears. “Is it another?” “No, there’s no one else…it’s just..life, things

Another minute that felt like an hour passed. “Can I still hold you, even if it’s just for tonight?”

“Yes.” Because there was a part of you that didn’t want to admit the truth either for some time.

#assassin’s creed #inbox asks #fanfic #writeblr #assassin’s creed x reader #modern au #jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #headcanons #connor kenway #connor keyway x reader #writing prompt #writing prompt asks #my writing #angst #assassin’s creed syndicate #drabbles #drablr #oneshot