#jacob frye

Quick question, anyone here in Assassin’s creed fandom?

Don’t notice the lines too much :))) I drew these when I was playing Ac Syndicate with my fellow. I am a life-long fangirl of AC lmao, just like Pokemon.

“Oh dearest Jacob.” I teasingly ran my hand across his jaw. “It’s not that simple.”

“But it is, love.” He whined after placing a kiss on my collarbone. “Just tell me what you do.”

“It would endanger us both. I can’t do that to you. Plus you already do it to yourself.” A bright smile crossed our faces as we joked of his lifestyle. “But I need to get going. I will see you in the morning.” I softly caressed his face, remembering his features. A soft kiss was our parting gift, I sighed as the door closed behind me.

Walking down the streets of London, I got looks from the citizens who recognized the red scarf I pulled from a bag. The colors of the Blighters. I entered the factory, my ears dull to the familiar sounds. Keeping such a secret from Jacob was growing more and more difficult with his gang rising to power. I became tired and the others realized it, and of course, they were fed lies as well.

“Oi! Those damn Rooks are here. Claiming they want a turf war.” A large shouldered Blighter called out from the entrance.

I sighed loudly, I knew this was coming I just hoped it was Evie leading the charge. Thankfully for me, Jacob had been kind about adhering to my wish to keeping me secret. Grabbing my pistol, I checked the rounds, then I grabbed my knife. I followed a small group that left the factory.

The Boss shouted for the Rooks to try their best to take the factory. A deep, commanding voice shouted back, and my heart could only sink.

I quickly grew pale, there was no mistaking Jacob’s voice. I peered out and saw him standing front and center. The Jacob I had come to love, now facing me in battle. No. I can’t let him know. I began to back up but was quickly catch by another Blighter.

“Oh no you don’t. We need all the manpower we can get.” He released me as we began our march down to meet them.

I hid behind everyone I possibly could, the last thing I needed was for Jacob to see me with these guys. Before my thoughts could fully sort, there was a clashing of steel and a single gunshot. A full on Gang War erupted, arms were cut, shoulders shot, and one by one Blighters fell, but not before take a Rook or two down as well. I back away as I was the last woman standing from the Blighters.

“Wait!” Jacob called out, raising a hand in the air to stop his men. “Keep her alive, perhaps we can use her as leverage.” His face was red, but from anger or the energy he exhausted, I couldn’t tell.

I dropped my weapons as two Rooks rushed me, grabbing ahold of my arms. I could only hang my head as Jacob’s scowl pierced my very being.

After being dragged back to a familiar train, Jacob ordered them to leave me in his cart as he had some questions for me. I doubted they would retain to Starrick or the real leader of the Blighters.

Raising my head slightly, I glanced up as the door lock clicked. A heavy sigh from Jacob was a good indication on how this talk was going to go. Pulling the rope, he released my hands from the binds. I gave a quick rub to my wrists, keeping my head down and eyes off his face, then I took in a sharp breath as I felt my chest tense even more as he leaned against the wall.

Jacob sighed heavily again, no doubt at an intense loss for words. Taking off his hat, he rubbed his face and ran his finger through his hair. I glanced up enough to see his cheeks still a bit red and his brow down with disappointment. He groan softly, “Where to even start with this.” His eyes never met me.

“I’m sorry.” It’s all I could utter out.

“Sorry? That’s it? Sorry you kept me in the dark or sorry that it came to light?!” He roared as he held himself back. His teeth grit together as he rubbed his neck and began to pace.

“Jacob, I couldn’t tell you because the repercussions that would come down on both of us.” I pleaded my case.

Pausing in his step, he turned to face me, “So what? You just planned to stay with them until your death, taking my men, my time, my love.” He stopped as his own words hit him hard, “Don’t try to say you did it because you had no choice! You did. You could have left me for your cause to Starrick, you could have left them because you truly did care for me.”

“I do care for you!”

“Obviously not enough! You stayed with them, fighting back everything I had been building up. I can’t believe I let you in so easily. Now my Rooks, my sister, everything is at risk with you.” Looming over me, he was like a merciless predator over wounded prey.

“I would never tell your secrets to them, I kept you a secret like I did them to you. Please Jacob, believe me when I say it was never my intention for it to get this far, but I couldn’t leave you and death is the only way to leave the Blighters.” Clenching my hands that shook with fear, I pushed back tears that welled up.

“You could have asked for help and you know that, yet you didn’t. You may say you told them nothing but how can I trust you now, Y/N?” With a deep exhale, he turned away and unlocked the door, “I think it’s best you go back to the Blighters and never come back to the Train. Our business here is done.”

My heart sunk as he jumped off the train and made his point clear.

A/N: I realize I change POV’s at the start. I didn’t like the first two paragraphs in first person.

“Come on, Old Man! Can’t be getting tired already, can you?” A young man barked enthusiastically. Jacob had took on a new pupil. Or rather, began focusing a lot more on his second best after the ordeal with Jack. This one was clearly different from Jack. Full of piss and vinegar. No remorse for his actions or anything for that matter. Always looking for a good fight. He reminded Jacob a lot of his younger self.

“God, save us all.” Jacob muttered as he thought about how he was and how much damage this guy would do without proper guidance. Thankfully Evie and Henry had returned to London for a short while, offering their skills to help train this young assassin. Continuing the game, Jacob descended the building and run ahead of the lad. He shot his aged Rope Launcher and quickly scaled the building.

I slid to a halt as I saw the tip of Jacob’s Launcher lodge itself. I turned to retreat but with the slick rooftops, my foot shot out from under me. I fell with a thud as Jacob climbed up and ‘stabbed’ me.

“Still too cocky, Y/N.” Jacob extended his arm, allowing me to grab his wrist and hoist myself to my feet. “Instead of taunting me, you could have used those precious seconds finding a spot to hide.” He turned away from to begin scaling down the building.

“Where is the fun in that though?” Shrugging I completely dismissed his words.

He stopped and looked back at me with his eye. I shot fear straight through me. He may be old but he had a new presence since Jack’s death. Perhaps, he did to prevent another Ripper.

“Sorry, I mean,” I tried to think of a witty comment but was cut short.

“You think it’s fun to give your opponent the upper hand? To give them a chance to slit your throat? To take away all that is precious to you?” Jacob need not even turn around, his demeanor was enough to feel like it towered over me.

I slunk into myself as his words pelted on me like rocks. As much as I wanted to talk back, as I had always done, something yelled at me to keep my mouth shut. “No, sir.” I lowered my head, a deep sigh made visible in the cold, dark air.

Jacob said nothing more before scaling down the building. I followed soon after him.

I sat on the now decommissioned train. I rolled a shilling around between my fingers. Jacob’s words still buzzing in my head. Not because I was contemplating them, but because the place they came from within Jacob. They were no doubt spawned from the scars left by Jack, emotional and physical. I took in a deep breath. I’m not anything like Jack, I’m not broken, not blaming the world for my losses. Jack just couldn’t accept the fact the Creed can’t protect everything constantly. The opening of the car’s door shot my attention to Jacob as he entered.

I waited for a lecture that usually came from training sessions that ended with ‘my death’. But something in Jacob’s posture and facial expression said otherwise.

“Y/N. I want to propose something to you.” He spoke deeply, as if he was holding back pain.

I quirked an eyebrow, “Really? And what is that?”

“How would you like to finish your training under Evie?”

My eyes widen unintentionally. I liked learning certain things from Evie, don’t get me wrong, but being her disciple was a bit unappealing to me. “Why do you ask?”

“I realize I am still not over what happened.” He paused, his grip on his cane sword tightened, “And I am seeing that my methods are not appealing to you. Or at least not helping you improve.”

My gaze shifted from him to the ground. Placing my elbows on my knees, I frantically looked for the right words to respond to him with.

“I realize this is sudden. But I think you will do marvelous under Evie’s mentoring and-”

“No.” I spoke softly, so soft it may as well have been a whisper.

Jacob  looked at me through a narrowed eye.

“I could do marvelous. But I don’t want to learn under her.” I finally looked up at him, “You always say I am so much like you, when you were younger. Evie would have nothing but disappointments with me.”

Jacob sighed and tried to begin speaking.

“I’m not Jack! I may have lose my family but I don’t blame the world. I certainly don’t blame you.” His eye began to redden as he held back tears, “You couldn’t be there to protect all of us at once.”

Sitting back on, what was once, Evie’s chair Jacob lowered his head, obviously hiding the rush of emotions his face was overcome with.

“I will become better. I realize I need to take it all more seriously as well.” A smile cracked over my face, “But sometimes it’s too fun when you are the best in the city.”

Jacob stood up and stepped, firmly grasping my ear, prompting a howl of pain from me. “Second best.” Jacob began to walk back to his cart, “Stay in your place, and I may actually give you a Hidden Blade.” He smirked as he exited.

Jutting my lip out, I knew he only said that to get me to behave. After all, what is a true assassin without the Hidden Blade.

A/N: A little Epilogue type thing that just sprung in my head for Jailbird. Sorry if it is bad, it was spur of the moment and fueled by two songs.

Jacob’s POV

I was surprised to hear I got a visitor. Evie had come a few days ago and Henry never came to this place. Must have made him uneasy. But still it would be nice to see a new face. I slowly got up from my seat at the table and walked over with the officer to the room. My hear stopped at the sight. She had come to see me. My body felt heavy as it resisted moving closer.

“You got 20 minutes.” The guard stated before closing the door and waiting outside.

“Jacob.”

She must have been having a hard time with this as well. I mean it took her 4 months to come see me. She never answered my calls. I even attempted the old fashion letter, but yet she never responded. 

“You don’t look like yourself.” She finally spoke again. Her voice trembled as she clearly was holding back tears.

I let out a long exhale before looking up to her, “I’m not myself anymore. I’m so tired. Tired of the routine, the atmosphere.” I paused as I had to look away from her hurt eyes, “So tired of the loneliness.”

“I honestly thought you would never end up in here again. You were doing so good.”

“That’s kinda ironic though. ‘Good’ is not my thing. Yet I was trying so hard. But those bastards ruined it.” Scoffing, the memories of those men who taunted me with promises of hurting her flooded my mind; my blood boiled as I thought more about it.

“No, Jacob! You ruined it. You were not supposed to be drinking. Had you been sober when you got arrested, the sentence would have been so much less.” 

I was shocked. She was so scared and sad a second ago, but now she was ripe with anger. “Look I tried…”

“You didn’t try hard enough! As much as I had hoped you had changed for the better, I was wrong. You still only think of yourself. Those men hurt your pride because they made you feel vulnerable. They used me to get to you and you let them. If you had truly been trying, you would not have been drinking and you certainly would have walked away.”

“So what, you’d rather I let some guys say they would torture, rape and abuse you or Evie? I wanted to get the message to them that you and Evie were not to be touched. I did it to protect you before they became true to their words.”

We fell silent as we both knew the other made valid points, those her’s seemed a bit more thought through. 

After a few minutes of silence I spoke, “Please. Try to understand, I did it because I didn’t want to lose you again. But I did. I’m in here and you are out there and at any moment, someone else could steal your heart and I’ll be alone again.” I clenched my fist as I sank my head down.

She reached a hand over the table and cupped it over my fist. On her finger the ring I had intended to propose to her with. I trailed my eyes up to her face, she had that reassuring smile on. The one that kept pushing me forward before.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m not giving up on you after all the progress you had made.” 

I sighed in relief as we finally shared a smile be both desperately needed.