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i wanna do one of those too
Spin the Whump Trope wheel
do you want to inflict the result on your blorbo(s)?
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yes (they deserve it)
yes (they don't deserve it)
no (they deserve it)
no (they don't deserve it)
maybe, depends
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(if blorbo(s) already had that happen to them, answer if you want it again/if you liked it/think it should've happened)
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Excuse the fuck out of me. I didn't sign up for this pro hamas propaganda. Stop assigning your ideals to fictional characters you psychopaths.
Hamas and the Palestinians are not descendants of the Philistines. Who were the ORIGINAL "Palestinians". Prior to then the people of Gaza were just mostly Arabs of varying countries. Meanwhile Judaism predates Islam. And HISTORICALLY were removed from their homeland by the Romans. A country historically known as Judea. Which existed before the Arab conquest of all the surrounding nations.
"Rewriting history" my ass. That's you stupid fuckers. If you want to say anyone is directly responsible for harming modern Palestinians blame Hamas. And stop being so fucking Anti-Semitic.
Btw. The Fire Nation were Authoritarian tyrants that wanted world conquest. And the rest of the Fire Nation's people, were indoctrinated into lies about the rest of the modern world surrounding them.
Meanwhile that parallels more to Hamas who is teaching propaganda TO THE PALESTINIAN KIDS! THERES VIDEO OF IT! The Air nomads were a peaceful people. Hamas murdered and RAPED and beheaded civilians. And were moved into power in the region by the people of Gaza.
If anything Aang would not be preaching genocidal chants. He'd be preaching harmony. Not mass displacement or eradication. You're all expecting Israel to "Be better" and do in TACTICALLY while Hamas is launching missiles while intentionally holding Palestinians hostage as human shields. So either you are expected the people of Israel, who have lived there for generations, both before and after displacement, to give up their homes and go where? Not the Arab nations because they will be slaughtered.
No. If anything, your projection of Aang would not be correct. If anything he'd be fighting Hamas as they were the ones that broke the cease fire, and committed an atrocity. Aang would have seen the HORROR of Oct 7 and drawn an exact parallel to what happened to his people. God you people are so fucking stupid.
Stop projecting your bullshit onto fictional characters. It's disgusting. Oh and before you say, "Well you just did". Oh did I? Pretty sure that Hamas committed mass violence against a country. Pretty sure a PROPER parallel would be what the Fire Nation did to the Air Nomads. Meanwhile you stupid shits will continue to support people that would love to see you dead. That would love to see you raped. That would love to see your dead body paraded around.
Am I saying, "That's all the current residents of Palestine"? No. But that would be a lot. Many are extreme enough to want the Jews eradicated. If they are that far gone they probably agreed with the 10years in jail for being gay. *assuming you lived that long in jail*.
TUMBLR. KINDLY! Stop sharing this psycho babble to me. I'm sick of these stupid anti american fucks, brainwashed by the most bigoted hateful terrorists on earth to believe what was originally Communist and Nazi rhetoric about Jews. Honestly I could be angrier. But I might become one of those "To angry to die" types at that point. This shit honestly boils my blood. Stupid fucking brainwashed children the lot of you. Go live in one of these countries. You think they are "Oppressed" and "Accepting". Yeah, wait until your head ends up on a pike as a warning to all the other "Progressives" to fall the fuck in line under Allah. The world has a documented history. And both the Koran and the Bible both mention Israel and Judea.
And again. The modern "Palestinians" are not descendants of the Philistines. So even IF there was no Judea historically the people living in Gaza would have no claim to Israel.
You all want Jews to be eradicated. I just want you to admit it. Admit you believe Nazi and Communist rhetoric. Admit you want another genocide. I want you to admit it so we can stop taking you lunatics seriously.
This is exactly how I feel about the matter. As someone who lives in Israel and has been for my entire life, this is just bullshit.
Last I checked, no one asked for this bullshit. And no one ever wanted this to happen, except for hamas (and isis if we're talking terrorists).
The only genocide happening is by hamas. Not Israel. Not Jews. Non of us, and non of the Palestinians asked for this. But hamas did. The TERRORISTS did.
Stop spreading misinformation. Stop spreading pro-palestine propaganda. Just say you're a nazi. Just say you want Jews dead. We'll judge you, but at least be honest.
And please, for the love of God and the whole wide world, please don't talk about anything unless you're directly involved. Unless you are CURRENTLY living in Palestine or Israel, shut the fuck up. Stop harassing people on the internet for being born into this mess.
We didn't choose to be here. We didn't choose this war. Harass the governments, not the people. I promise you that anyone living in Israel or Palestine would immediately end the war if given the chance. Peacefully. It's hamas that started this. Not the Israeli people.
If I sell clone plushies for $45 (US) which clones do you want to see first? (Note: I'll start the first one in late June when school's over)
Cody
Rex
Bly
Wolffe
Fox
Jesse
Kix
Boba
Other (reblog and name them)
Fives and Echo ($90 as they are a set)
If I sell clone plushies for $45 (US) which clones do you want to see first? (Note: I'll start the first one in late June when school's over)
Cody
Rex
Bly
Wolffe
Fox
Jesse
Kix
Boba
Other (reblog and name them)
Fives and Echo ($90 as they are a set)
Can we already start talking about how Maul got his ass dragged by a 5 foot nothing togruta equivalent of a baby itty bitty lion cub because boooooy the cartoon did not do a great job of showing just how young she really was lmao, the live action really puts things in perspective
A Rose From Starrick’s Garden
I debated if I should post this oneshot. It is completely self indulgent, I couldn’t pick a plot line, and well I just wanted A LOT out of one fic. It’s complete trash, but hopefully you enjoy it as much as I did.
Also, I am aware this fic is not cannon compliant at all, but just enjoy the dumpster fire of a fic I created :)
The research Evie had trusted her with, had lead to another dead end. Defeated, she had shuffled through the train car in search of Evie to relay the bad news. Evie’s voice indicated she was in the den, but another soft voice had Y/N pressing herself against the wall.
Shame flooded her for a second, eavesdropping was rude, but her curiosity won over in the end. A small smile played at her lips at the bashful exchange between the two. The subtle flirting had her feeling giddy inside. In her mind Evie and Henry were a match made in heaven, and she’d been watching the romance blossom between the two.
“Spying are we?“
That smooth voice, tickling the shell of her ear made her jump. Her cheeks flamed red at being caught. It didn’t help that the person who caught her had to be Jacob Frye of all people. The smug bastard would hold this over her head for weeks to come.
“It’s not what you think…"
She knew it was a lame excuse, and by the quirk of his brow he conveyed that it was exactly what he thought.
“I wonder how my dear ol’ sis will take it when she finds out her best friend has taken up match making?” He pressed his gauntlet against the wall as he leaned close to her. “And when she finds out she’s the main target.”
The complete arrogance he conveyed had her shrinking against the wall. He was aware that he was in complete control of the conversation, and it amused him to no end to watch her squirm.
“There aren’t two people more perfect for each other…” She dared a glance up at him. Her statement seemed to briefly catch him off guard. He straightened, adjusting the lapels of his jacket. His next words were muttered under his breath. If her hearing wasn’t so keen she would have missed it.
“I can think of two people more deserving.”
Before she could inquire further he had already made his presence known in the next room. Y/N could already feel the tension in the next room grow. Evie’s obvious annoyance at her younger twin interrupting a shared moment with Henry.
“Careful Greenie, my sister seems to be having another fit again."
"A fit you say?"
Y/N made her way into the room to find Evie ready to explode.
"You nearly wrecked England’s economy!” She cried.
“Nearly Evie, key word.” He said lounging on the sofa.
“Nearly? If fath-” Y/N was quick to intercede.
“Jacob was just about to brief me on a party Starrick will be attending.” She said shooting a pointed glance at Jacob.
Mirth danced in his eyes at the sight of Evie being worked up once again by his antics. “Yes, I was. A party your dear friend offered to go to in your place."
Evie’s shoulders relaxed a bit, "no rib crushing contraption for me then?"
"Precisely.” Y/N said with a nod. “Starrick is unaware of my involvement with the brotherhood, so it is possible that I may be able to glean some information from him.”
Evie’s eyes ran over her figure a moment, “with a bit of cleaning up I suppose you’re exactly the type of woman Starrick would take an interest in.”
“Yes, but how far are you willing to go for information?” Henry asked thoughtfully. “The most you could carry is a knife, which you would only have access to if you were…” Henry coughed, rubbing a hand up his neck.
“I believe the word you’re looking for is undressed Henry.” Jacob chimed in. His voice was taut as he shifted into a sitting position on the couch. “Which at that point Starrick will put two and two together, and her throat will be slit faster than either of us can blink."
"Then I’ll go unarmed.” Y/N said simply.
“You expect us to let you walk in there unarmed and alone, right into Starricks arms?” Jacob inquired.
“I think the plan is bloody brilliant!” Evie said excitedly. “Think about it, if he decides he likes you he may start inviting you to other places as well."
"A double agent infiltrating Templar ranks?” Henry interrupted, catching onto Evie’s plan.
Jacob scoffed, “do you even realize what you’re asking?” He said standing up, “you’re asking your best friend to not only court the Templar Grandmaster, but warm his bed as well?” He cried, exasperated at Evie’s schemes. “He could break her neck like a twig if he got the slightest hint that she’s an assassin.”
Evie rolled her eyes, “don’t act like Y/N can’t protect herself. She’s a trained killer."
"So is Starrick!” Jacob cried, throwing his hands up. “When she’s caught in a Templar den, surrounded by a bunch of highly trained Templars her odds of survival drop to zero!”
“Oh just admit it Jacob, you can’t stand the thought of another man touching her.” Evie said brushing him off.
Jacob froze, and Evie’s shoulder’s stiffened the moment she realized what she had said. “Jake, I didn’t mean…it slipped.” She said softly, as if she were trying to approach a startled deer.
Jacob brushed past her, slamming the car door behind him. Y/N’s jaw had gone slack as her eyes darted between Henry and Evie.
Evie looked shameful, her hand covering her mouth as she sat down at the desk. She was still in shock over the secret she’d accidentally let slip.
“Evie…” Y/N began.
“You should get ready for the party.” Evie’s voice sounded hollow. “We’ve been waiting to infiltrate the Templars ranks for years. We can’t waste this opportunity.” Evie’s crystal gaze seemed miles away.
Y/N’s eyes darted between Evie and Henry. He only offered her a shrug, as if this was another feud between the Fryes he’d rather not get involved in. With a sigh she left the two to scheme up their next plan.
She could expect very little help from Evie with getting ready, which left her with only one option. Find a Rook willing to stuff her into a gown.
She was lucky enough to find a few female Rooks occupying the bar car who agreed to assist.
White knuckles gripped the table as the lacings were pulled tight. “How tight do you want it ma'am?”
“As tight as it’ll go.” She gritted. She had concluded that Starrick’s suspicions would be laid to rest if she appeared overtly vain. No assassin would dare to waltz into a ball in a contraption they couldn’t breath in…right?
The deep red satin skirt hung heavy on her hips, and the shoulder sleeves left her feeling bare and exposed. After inspecting her reflection in the mirror she concluded that she could appeal to any man with minimal effort. “I"ll be right surprised if Mr. Starrick leaves your side at all tonight.” One of the Rooks concluded.
Y/N offered her a kind smile, “thank you Emma."
She grabbed the shawl wrapping it around her shoulders before making her way off the train. She was able to exit at (train station). Her next objective was to find a carriage.
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Jacob watched the swish of a red dress disappearing into a carriage. A frown pulled at his lips. It was just like Evie to get her way. The mission was the only thing that mattered to her. When he had returned to the train car to plead his case once more she had quoted their father at him, "don’t let personal feelings compromise the mission.”
It had mattered very little that the mission involved her best friend. She could be extremely shrewd at times, and there was little he could do or say that would change her mind.
The carriage was easy to catch. In a flash he’d opened the door and seated himself across from her. A look of shock was plain on her face, and a bit of fear once she realized she was unarmed. A scowl quickly appeared on her face as soon as she recognized him. “Jacob Frye! How dare you scare me like that!” She hissed slapping him with her fan.
“Oi, I was only checking in love.” He said, and a blush dusted her cheeks at the word “love.” The unresolved tension from earlier hung in the air.
Y/N was the first to look away, giving Jacob the chance to take her in. She was stunning. The dress complimented her soft skin, and the low neckline of the dress created a beautiful decolletage. He’d never seen so much skin on the assassin, and greedily his eyes hungered for more. He had to avert his hazel eyes, “you won’t have any issues catching Starrick’s eye in that.”
(E/c) eyes flickered down at the ensemble. “Evie will be thrilled.” She muttered.
Jacob leaned forward capturing her chin in his hand tilting her gaze up into his hazel pools. “I’ll be on the rooftops, if there are any issues signal me and I’ll get you out of there."
To his surprise she threw her arms around him engulfing him in a hug. "Thank you Jacob.” She pulled away quickly, “perhaps I’m more nervous than I thought."
Jacob quirked a smile, "I’ll be there if you need me love.” With a soft kiss to the back of her hand, he disappeared out of the carriage and into the night.
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She steadied her breathing as the carriage pulled up to the stone mansion. The carriage driver assisted her out the carriage. Her sides were already aching as she made her way up the steps of the house. She fanned herself in hopes that it would draw more oxygen into her lungs, but it was no use. Many eyes were drawn her way when she stepped into the gardens. Satisfaction grew inside when she noticed even the Grandmaster had paused mid sentence to stare. She threw him a small smirk before heading towards the dance floor.
The bait was laid, and all she had to do was wait for him to bite. Her eyes were about to dart to the rooftops when she felt a hand press into the small of her back. “I don’t believe I have made your acquaintance.”
His voice was elegant, and refined. One would suppose it was due to good breeding, and coming from a proper upbringing. “I very much doubt it Sir, I just arrived in London not three days ago.” She turned to face him, but found herself even closer to him as he guided her closer with his hands.
“Dance with me.” It wasn’t a request, he was a man who was used to being in control.
“I take it you always get your way?” She inquired as he lead her to the center of the dance floor.
“I’m a man who knows what he wants, and you look like a woman who knows what she wants.”
Her lips quirked up, “I confess my strong will has lead me into trouble at times.”
“A rose among the weeds, beautiful to look at, but painful for those who cannot handle the thorns.” His palm felt solid on her waist, and she caught his eyes drinking in her figure that was on display.
“Have you handled many roses then?"
She found herself chest to chest with him. His eyes were hypnotic, and his body radiated power and control. A shiver went down her spine as his fingers trailed up her back. "Never one so sweet.”
His lips were dangerously close, and propriety was insisting she pull away. She was unsure if it was the corset making her pant, or her heart that pounded dangerously inside her chest.
A smoke bomb went off, and the shuffling of feet could be heard. She felt hands pulling her from behind. Crawford’s arms felt like a steel cage as they tightened around her. She was being pulled in both directions. “Let go of her.” That snarl could only belong to one man.
“This has made the game more interesting Jacob.” The smoke had started to clear and Starrick’s expression was predatory. Cold steel pressed against her throat, and Jacob immediately froze. “What would Jacob Frye do to save a rose?”
“Let her go, this is between you and me Starrick."
Starrick touted, "I suspect she is an assassin. More’s the pity, she would have looked absolutely divine spread across my desk.” Gloved fingers tightened around her esophagus. She fought desperately to pry his fingers off. “I wish this had been under more sensual circumstances.” His low voice tickled the shell of her ear.
Panic flooded Jacob’s eyes, until a lucky blow found its mark. Y/N could feel the hard impact of bone against her elbow. It was enough for him to loosen his grip. Jacob sprung to action pulling her to him and grappling to the nearest rooftop. He took off across the rooftops. Y/N doing her best to find any speed quicker than a brisk walk. Jacob realizing she wasn’t close behind, stopped to find her picking her way across the roof. “Why did you lace that thing so bloody tight?!” He cried.
“Why did you decide to ruin the mission?!” She countered.
“I rescued you from that man’s skeevy arms!"
A roll of her (e/c) eyes was all she replied, "just find us a carriage. I can’t run in this!”
Jacob was quick to zipline them to the ground. He found a small carriage and unceremoniously stuffed her in. She hadn’t even seated herself when the carriage jolted forward, throwing her into the leather seat. “Can this thing go any faster?” She cried finding several blighters on their tail.
“I’m sorry your highness, did you want to drive?” Jacob quipped back.
A gunshot echoed behind them. “Glad to know I got dressed up for my funeral.” She shouted angrily.
“Oh, Y/N I’ve been in worse spats than this. We are perfectly fine.” He said simply. It wasn’t a second later when another carriage slammed into the left side of theirs. Y/N wished she hadn’t gazed out the window. It all seemed to happen too quickly. Jacob had taken a sharp turn onto the bridge when the blighter carriage had slammed into theirs. The world was upside down a moment, and Y/N knew she was headed right for the Thames.
Jacob had been thrown out of his seat when the carriage tipped over. He braced himself for the cold water. When he surfaced he found the carriage slipping below the water’s surface. It was then that it dawned on him that Y/N would be stuck. He dove under searching blindly for the carriage. The murky Thames making visibility poor. He found a window and began to smash through it. He pulled her body through the window, but found the dress was stuck. His hidden blade set to work shredding any material he could get his hands on. When the dress finally loosened, he pulled her free and pulled them up to the surface.
The shore wasn’t far and she was barely breathing. As soon as they reached shore he cut the lacings. She coughed up water, gulps full of air burning her lungs. She was freezing, and the white shift sticking to her skin made her realize how exposed she was. “J-j-j-a-a-cob Fr-r-rye,” her teeth clattered as shivers wracked her body.
“Shh love,” he said softly as his eyes ran down her, inspecting her for any damage. Self consciously she covered her chest. The shift was extremely see-through while wet, and she was mortified the younger Frye twin had practically seen everything at this point. To her surprise there was no trace of smugness in his eyes. Only concern, and possible guilt.
“Let’s get you back to the train before you freeze.” He said simply.
“I cant walk around London like this.” She said gazing down at her stockings that were caked with sand.
Jacob looked her up and down, “I think this is the best you’ve looked yet.” Hazel eyes flickered down at sopping linen that was barely hanging onto her body.
“My eyes are up here Mr. Frye.” She dead panned. She immediately got to her feet. “Well I suppose if I’m to be a trollop, I shall be the best trollop London has ever seen.” She set off towards the train tracks, shoulders back and head held high.
Jacob’s head cocked to the side, how he loved a woman with spunk. However, he was just starting to realize just how see through that shift was. If there was anything Jacob Frye considered himself to be, a gentleman was one of them. He was quick to remove his over coat and soon engulfed her in it. A shiver ran down her spine when the dripping coat hit her shoulders. He scooped her up in his arms, and he was surprised to find out how light she was in his arms. “Jacob!” She squeaked in surprise.
“Now come love, a gentleman wouldn’t let a lady stroll about the streets in her undergarments.”
“A gentleman wouldn’t have made me go for a swim either.” She grumbled.
His chest rumbled with a chuckle. “I am taking you for a moonlight stroll, and what’s more romantic than that?” He inquired. “All in all, I would say this was a successful date."
She sputtered, "a successful date?"
"Fancy clothes, a carriage ride, an evening swim, a moonlit stroll, and you’re almost completely naked. What more could I have done to make it a success?"
A blush stained her cheeks, "pray, what gave you the notion that we are on a date?"
A smirk spread across his lips, "you never denied that we were on a date, besides there are some positively wicked things I’ve wanted to do to you all evening.”
“I think this whole night started, because your jealousy got the best of you Jacob."
His grip tightened on her, "what do I have to be jealous about love? My hands are the ones touching your arse not Starrick’s.” His breath tickled her ear as it lowered an octave, “and what a lovely arse it is."
"Why haven’t you said anything?” Her voice sounded small. Unsure if this was a conversation the two should have.
He sighed, “I never thought you’d give a bloke like me a second glance.” He said with a simple shrug.
“Jacob, you literally stuffed me ass first into a carriage, then proceeded to wreck said carriage in the Thames. I should be pissed, but honestly it’s a little endearing. I know you mean well.” Her hand came up to cup his face, and a small blush appeared on his cheeks.
“What in the bloody hell did you do Jacob?” Evie’s voice snapped the two at attention.
“The mission was a success Evie!” Jacob said with a grin.
“Starrick’s men are all over London looking for you two! You wrecked a carriage off the bridge, and Y/N where on earth are your clothes?"
"The bottom of the Thames…” she said sheepishly.
“The mission was an utter disaster!” Evie cried.
“That is where you are wrong. Your mission was a disaster, mine was an utter success.” Jacob said proudly. “Now if you don’t mind dear sis, I would recommend staying far away from my train car for the rest of the evening.” He leaned closer to his sister, “I have plucked a rose from Starrick’s garden that I plan to worship thoroughly."
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Awwww I love it I love it I love it ❤️❤️😍😍
LOVE THIS!!!!
Mistletoe
Looking up from his desk to the open door, Jacob listened carefully to the rapid tapping of rushed footsteps. Seconds later, Norah swept past without so much as a glance his way, heading for the stairs.
“Norah-?” He called, smiling as the steps halted and a heavy sigh pre-empted the slow return.
“Could it possibly wait?” She asked without so much as a glance up at him. “I’ve just been informed that we have another group of new recruits joining us later and our delivery has gone missing meaning we don’t have enough food for those we already house, forget the newcomers…” She trailed off as she eventually raised her eyes to look at him stood at the desk, arms behind his back as he smiled at her. With another sigh, she smiled back at him rolling her eyes.
“What can I do for you, Mister Frye?”
Without a word he raised his right hand, beckoning her through the door. Taking a step forward into the office, Norah tilted her head expectantly.
Still silent, Jacob inclined his head slightly gesturing to something over the door.
Furrowing her brow, Norah turned away from him to look up finding a small bunch of green leaves overhead.
“Is that…?” She began standing on tiptoe, craning her neck to see.
“Mistletoe.” He nodded. Looking back she found him standing directly before her, hazel eyes smiling down at her. “I’m sure the lads wouldn’t begrudge you a moment to honour a Christmas tradition, would they?” He cocked his head to his right with a broad grin, his hands coming to rest gently around her waist.
“It’s hard to say really,” Norah smiled back, her fingers trailing absently along the collar of his shirt. “You would have to speak to the boss.” She shrugged.
“The boss? And I expect he’s a reasonable sort of chap? Charming, dashingly handsome? Does that sounds about right?”
“Hmm…” Norah replied thoughtfully.
“And if he says it’s okay?”
“Then who am I to question his decision?” She grinned as he moved closer bowing his head to kiss her just as a small group of Rooks passed by the door breaking into cheers.
“Go on Sir!”
“Nice one boss.”
“Perks of the job Mister Frye?”
“Get lost before I throw you all back to the Blighters!” Jacob chuckled as they ran off laughing and talking loudly amongst themselves.
“Clearing her throat, Norah stepped back slightly smoothing down her skirts.
“If that is all Mister Frye, I have urgent matters to attend to.”
“Of course Miss Reid.” He gave her a grin as she stepped backward out of the door, turning to head down stairs giving a blushing smile and brief wave.
Jacob listened from the doorway as her steps continued downstairs and another loud cheer rang out across the lower level.
“Don’t you lot have anything better to do?” Norah’s voice through the din as Jacob smiled to himself. “Now get lost before you all cop a mouse!”
Because its Christmas - and my lame brain was screwing with me this year and totally blocked any Christmas fluff 🙁🙁
The Dance
Night had fallen on another successful day for the Rooks and their base in Spitalfields, Whitechapel was positively buzzing with boisterous good humour. Despite her best protests, Norah had been dragged into the celebrations by Mary and was currently skipping around the clearing arm in arm with her as a couple of the chaps played merry dance tunes. Jacob sat watching the girls dance from beside one of the fire pits, drink in hand, unconsciously tapping his foot along to the rhythm of George on the fiddle, William on accordion while percussion was provided by Frank beating against the side of the steel drum retaining the fire with a long stick. The girls criss-crossed, twisting and twirling around each other smiling and laughing as those observing clapped and cheered along. As the dance brought her closer to the musicians, Norah looked up finding Jacob’s eyes on her and replied with a broad grin which he returned with a chuckle as she was dragged away once more. “Seems to be fitting in just fine.” He spoke leaning closer to Frank with a smile nodding toward the red-head as she laughed with her new friends. “She does that boss.” He nodded, never missing a beat. "Don’t know how we got on without her! She’s fit right in with the girls, and the boys…“ He laughed. "Well… take a look!” Furrowing his brow slightly, Jacob looked over in the direction of Frank’s head gesture to where the dancers had increased in number, several of the younger lads joining in and one in particular dancing alongside Norah before taking her hand and waist and twirling her away from Mary’s grasp. “Oi-oi! Lad’s in for a beatin’ ‘he keeps that up!” Frank laughed noticing the slight narrowing of Jacob’s eyes. “Right…” He muttered quietly raising the tankard and draining the remaining contents wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he stood and placing it on the crate he’d been using as a seat. Quickly releasing the gauntlet on his left arm he shrugged out of his jacket heaping them on the crate too before removing his cap dropping it on Franks head. "If it’s a dance you’re after, it’s a dance you’ll get.“ He gave a half smile, rolling up his shirt sleeves as Frank, George and Will laughed. "Step it up a notch boys, Polka?” “Right on it Boss.” George grinned as he walked away. The dancers were mostly too preoccupied to notice another figure approaching but those spectating cheered as their leader strolled toward the action, rolling his shoulders and smiling. The music ended and with barely a pause for breath began anew this time a quicker pace. The dancers scrambled into their new positions as Jacob stopped beside Norah’s partner and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. “I do beg your pardon, may I?” He spoke softly, as the lad looked up he gave him a wolfish grin. “Yes! 'Course… sorry Sir, I…” He stammered, quickly releasing Norah who was calling over to Mary and scuttling away under the laughter of his comrades. The lady still distracted, Jacob took her right hand in his, her left pulled across his body in his left hand as he manoeuvred her to his right side falling into step with the music and fellow dancers skipping around the clearing. Releasing her hands he linked his own behind his back doing a full turn to his left, step-hop-stepping into a second and third turn taking Norah’s hand as she looked up from her footwork to see who she was dancing with. Grinning at her stunned expression he wrapped his arm around her back as they continued. “Jacob!? How… when?!?” She smiled as they twirled around, laughing as he kicked his feet out behind him hopping off of the ground before lifting her across his path. “Miss Reid.” He nodded his head, repeating the move a further three times lifting her even higher with each turn to the whoops of their enthusiastic audience. “You dance?” She laughed as he lowered his right arm allowing her to pass beneath the arch of their joined hands, mirroring her move. "I had no idea!“ “Nor would I expect you to. Can’t give away all of my secrets now, can I?” He smiled switching hands as she turned into his body before twirling away to resume their face to face stance as they heal-toe-skipped two steps forward, about-facing and returning to their starting position. “Aren’t you full of surprises?” She giggled as they spun outwards, each kicking their inside leg. “Question is…” He continued as they to-ed and fro-ed, each pass with more elaborate spins and turns. "…can you keep up?“ He winked wrapping both arms around her waist pulling her closer and twirling them both quickly releasing her to link their hands, crossed between them once more. “Right now, I’m not so sure!” She laughed as they switched sides, turning back and forth. As he wrapped an arm around her shoulders once more, Norah looked up to find that the others had ceased their dancing choosing instead to watch. “Well now I feel self-conscious!” She mumbled quietly as he spun her beneath his arm through the centre of the clearing. “Don’t.” He smiled warmly lifting her high up into the air. "You’re doing perfectly fine. It’s me they’re watching to see if I fall on my backside!“ She laughed as he twirled her around, lowering her to the ground and releasing her to twirl to the edge of the clearing where Mary and a few of the other girls cheered and clapped as she slowly made her way to meet Jacob in the middle where he took her hand bowing as she curtseyed as cheers and applause erupted around them. Laughing, Jacob took another bow kissing the back of Norah’s hand. "Again?” He smiled at her. “I’m not sure I have it in me to keep up!” She sighed turning to face him. “I’ll make sure you do.” He winked as the music began to play again, thankfully a slower piece and the other dancers re-joined the clearing. I apologise for my poor dance terminology! I haven’t been to a dance class since I was about 7! This popped into my head a while ago - it’s my head canon that Jacob would be a great dancer, much to Evie’s irritation as it comes easier to him than her! ;) Actions are based on these wonderfully talented people - https://youtu.be/uVTIruZUy6w I own squat - just thought it was kinda cute :/ xx
Mild smut! Assassin’s Creed Syndicate - Jacob Frye
Yeah, so… I’ve been writing again. Quite a lot actually though not much has made it’s way out into the big scary beyond yet! Originally written for my O/C Norah whom I wrote the Christmas drabble around I guess this could be a reader piece? I dunno, I never tried writing one - someone be kind and let me know? Still a newbie at this so be kind? Any help welcome! So, some back story - prior to this scene Norah (or reader?) has been attempting to ‘help’ the Assassin’s by trying to obtain some information from the Blighters by posing as a lady of ill repute (or something similar, I’m not fully decided). Jacob finds out, is less than happy and pursued her making something of a mess in the process of her rescue…
“Have you completely taken leave of your bloody senses?” Jacob’s voice was a harsh, hoarse whisper in the darkness of the narrow alleyway. His brows deeply furrowed, face but a couple of inches in front of hers, gauntlet clad hand resting against the grimy brickwork beside her as he leaned forward. "What in God’s name did you think you were doing?“ His expression seemed as cold and hard as the wall at her back, his chest rising and falling in quick succession after his exertions. “I’m sorry… I never meant… I was trying to help! I thought I could…” She stammered, bowing her head and blinking back tears of anger, fear and relief whilst nervously avoiding his intense stare. “Do you have any notion of what they could have done to you?” His expression softened. "What they would have done if they had had any inkling of who you are?“ “What you did to them…” Her eyes roamed over the blood splattered across his clothing. “…Is nothing compared to what I would have done had they harmed you.” Gentle hazel eyes fixed on her face as he swept the knuckles of his right hand across her cheek. "I didn’t want you to see me like this but… this is me. This is what I am.“ “And… what are you?” She looked up at him, brows raised. He dipped his shoulders further, hunching over and bringing them closer still, his eyes narrowing. “I can cause men unimaginable pain. I can break bones most don’t know exist. I am a monster. A thing from your worst nightmares…” He paused, the gentleness returning to his features. "But I swear on my life that I will protect you and I will never ever harm a hair on your head.“ “The stories in the newspaper… it’s you and Evie, isn’t it?” She whispered. He gave a single nod of affirmation. “I cannot tell you much more than that, but we are fighting for what is good and right.” “I believe you.” She gave a cautious smile, relieved when he returned one. “Now please…” He begged, closing his eyes resting his forehead against hers and taking a deep breath. ”Please promise me that you will never do anything this foolish again? If something were to happen to you…“ He exhaled slowly, worry clear in his tone. “I won’t.” She whispered reaching up between them she hesitantly took his face in her hands, his eyes still closed. Gently she grazed her thumb over his full lower lip inhaling sharply as he moved to try and catch it. Slipping her fingers into soft brown hair she ran her hands down his neck forcing herself onto her tiptoes to close the gap between them, lips pressing against his. He needed no further encouragement instantly taking control, his right hand reaching for hers still resting on his shoulder slowly encircling her wrist, fingers tracing a path up her arm to her elbow. His head dropped to the right as he deepened their kiss, his tongue sliding between her lips without resistance, his stance shifting trying to stay in contact with as much of her as possible. As she lowered her hand from his shoulder to grip the open collar of his shirt, his fingers continued their trail from her elbow to the bare skin of her shoulder where the sleeve of her dress had slid out of place. She moaned softly rallying him further, his body holding her fast to the wall as his hand moved from her shoulder down the side of her bodice to her waist and hip, eager fingers digging in enough that she could feel him but not cause pain. He paused lifting his head to continuing along her jaw, her neck and down to the exposed skin of her chest eliciting a gasp as the coarse hair of his cheek scratched over the delicate skin. At the sound of her voice he paused raising his head to study her features breathing heavily. Biting her lower lip she met his gaze, her hands moving to make quick work of the single accessible button of his shirt before she continued down over his chest and stomach to the belt around his trousers, tugging gently. “Ahhh…” He moaned softly, left hand slipping from the wall to gently hold her wrist steadying her hand. “You don’t want…” She began crestfallen. “Oh I want!” He chuckled softly. "I want more than you could possibly imagine! But…“ He looked around them. "Here? Now? Like this? Are you sure that’s what you want?” She blinked at him in disbelief before a smile took hold and she placed her hands on his bare chest feeling the heat beneath. “I wouldn’t care if we were in the middle of a pig sty with the bloody farmer watching! Jacob, please…?” She begged as he gave her a lopsided grin. “You dirty girl!” He drawled, voice dropping to a low whisper as he moved closer. "Just when I think I couldn’t love you more!“ She smiled back, gasping as he grabbed her backside with both hands lifting her against the wall trapping her there with his body. She wrapped her legs around him, arms looped about his neck finding his mouth with hers once more as his right hand fought with the ruffles of fabric to find her leg beneath, dragging her skirts up to mid thigh. "Oi-oi… avin’ some fun are we?” A voice called from the entrance to the alley. “Shit!” Jacob cursed lowering her safely to the ground turning to face the intruder standing protectively in front of her. “S'alright Boss, we got it.” A young lad stepped into the pool of light from a lantern revealing the green jacket of a Rook. "Blighters are on the run from these parts after what you done Sir. Just takin’ care of stragglers. Thought you’d want to know!“ He added with a grin. "Thank you Charlie…” Jacob replied with a smirk. "And you will pay for that!“ "Didn’t doubt it for a second, Boss. You two have fun now!” He winked with a laugh, dashing away leaving them alone. Turning back, eyes lowered he smiled nodding toward the street. “We should probably…” “Yeah… yeah I guess we should.” She nodded straightening her skirts and trying to calm her erratic breathing. “To be continued?” He whispered in a low rumble beside her ear as he turned to offer his arm. “Really?” She blinked up at him hopefully. “Try and stop me!” He practically purred kissing her cheek. "Come on, lets get you home.“ He led the way back to the street and away from the shouts and jeers of the Rooks in pursuit of the escaping Blighters.
Shameless reblog mk2 😃 because someone else found it - I couldn’t be bothered to go digging through my archive (lazy shameless reblog)
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New chapter! Yay!
New chapter is up! I hope everyone is enjoying it! My goal is to update once a month. So expect the next chapter to be sometime in March.
I write the chapters out long hand and then transcribe them to my laptop. I want to keep being a few chapters ahead.
Anyway, hope you enjoy.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
New chapter! Yay!
New chapter is up! I hope everyone is enjoying it! My goal is to update once a month. So expect the next chapter to be sometime in March.
I write the chapters out long hand and then transcribe them to my laptop. I want to keep being a few chapters ahead.
Anyway, hope you enjoy.
She has quickly become my niece’s fav char 8)
Bonjour, mon amour - Arno/Elise
The sweet smell of petrichor filled her nose, birds sang sweetly in the garden and golden beams of early sunlight poured through the window. The rain had washed away most of the sewage that had collected in the streets, allowing the floral scent of the new flowers to drift in. People started heading to market, and the sounds of stalls setting up could be heard. Below, the café began to buzz with people coming in for breakfast.
Élise yawned, stretching and running a hand through her lose hair. Beside her Arno slept, long strains of his dark hair falling over his face, fluttering with each exhale. The blanket had fallen to his hip. He had a late night; coming home from a mission and then she insisted he make up for the time he was gone. Quietly, she slipped from bed, pulling on his discarded shirt and breeches and went to get some tea. She glanced back once more to watch Arno snuggle into the warm spot she had left behind. He mumbled in his sleep but didn’t wake. She smiled, and left.
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A Revolutionary Date Night - Arno/Élise
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Élise entered the Café Théâtre in a flurry of fiery red hair and billowing Templar sash. The café was packed, it was dinner time and one of the busiest hours of the day for the successful establishment. On stage, a comedy was going on, the waiters slipped gracefully around the people, giving them their food or whisking away plates. She looked around, trying to find Arno. She spotted him, up front and near the stage sitting at a table for two. He seemed relaxed, despite the apparently urgent nature of his request to see her. She walked up to him. “You have news about Germain? Another clue?” she asked, hand on the hilt of her sword. He smiled when he saw her.
“Élise, please sit.” He gestured to the empty chair.
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Mistletoe
Looking up from his desk to the open door, Jacob listened carefully to the rapid tapping of rushed footsteps. Seconds later, Norah swept past without so much as a glance his way, heading for the stairs.
“Norah-?” He called, smiling as the steps halted and a heavy sigh pre-empted the slow return.
“Could it possibly wait?” She asked without so much as a glance up at him. “I’ve just been informed that we have another group of new recruits joining us later and our delivery has gone missing meaning we don’t have enough food for those we already house, forget the newcomers…” She trailed off as she eventually raised her eyes to look at him stood at the desk, arms behind his back as he smiled at her. With another sigh, she smiled back at him rolling her eyes.
“What can I do for you, Mister Frye?”
Without a word he raised his right hand, beckoning her through the door. Taking a step forward into the office, Norah tilted her head expectantly.
Still silent, Jacob inclined his head slightly gesturing to something over the door.
Furrowing her brow, Norah turned away from him to look up finding a small bunch of green leaves overhead.
“Is that…?” She began standing on tiptoe, craning her neck to see.
“Mistletoe.” He nodded. Looking back she found him standing directly before her, hazel eyes smiling down at her. “I’m sure the lads wouldn’t begrudge you a moment to honour a Christmas tradition, would they?” He cocked his head to his right with a broad grin, his hands coming to rest gently around her waist.
“It’s hard to say really,” Norah smiled back, her fingers trailing absently along the collar of his shirt. “You would have to speak to the boss.” She shrugged.
“The boss? And I expect he’s a reasonable sort of chap? Charming, dashingly handsome? Does that sounds about right?”
“Hmm…” Norah replied thoughtfully.
“And if he says it’s okay?”
“Then who am I to question his decision?” She grinned as he moved closer bowing his head to kiss her just as a small group of Rooks passed by the door breaking into cheers.
“Go on Sir!”
“Nice one boss.”
“Perks of the job Mister Frye?”
“Get lost before I throw you all back to the Blighters!” Jacob chuckled as they ran off laughing and talking loudly amongst themselves.
“Clearing her throat, Norah stepped back slightly smoothing down her skirts.
“If that is all Mister Frye, I have urgent matters to attend to.”
“Of course Miss Reid.” He gave her a grin as she stepped backward out of the door, turning to head down stairs giving a blushing smile and brief wave.
Jacob listened from the doorway as her steps continued downstairs and another loud cheer rang out across the lower level.
“Don’t you lot have anything better to do?” Norah’s voice through the din as Jacob smiled to himself. “Now get lost before you all cop a mouse!”
Because its Christmas - and my lame brain was screwing with me this year and totally blocked any Christmas fluff 🙁🙁
Beneath the Mistletoe
Running in new buckle shoes wasn’t the exactly ideal, the leather had yet to stretch and soften, molding comfortably to his feet. It didn’t help that his head swam a bit from too much of Perrine’s eggnog. Arno stopped before the door to the de la Serre ballroom. Élise had returned from Paris for the week, to celebrate Christmas. He tugged at his coat, it was new too, a rich cobalt with gold piping and edging, dark navy breeches and crisp white stockings. He wore a cream waist coat and a bunch bright white lace hung at his throat. He looked around for a mirror, found one and did one last quick check in the mirror. He patted his pocket, the pearl bracelets tucked away, safe and sound. A lock of brown hair fell into his eyes, and he tried to tuck it back into place, but it refused to stay put. Giving up with a sigh, Arno deemed he looked good enough before entering the de la Serre’s ballroom.
The ballroom had several tables pushed together on either side with several bowls of punch and eggnog surrounded by other tasty treats, like sliced yule cakes, cream puffs, and various roasts and vegetables. The kitchen staff had been slaving away the last few days in preparation for this Christmas celebration. All around the ceiling hung bunches of holly and evergreen boughs. Opposite the grand staircase was a string quartet, playing a waltz.
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