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The year is 1868 and the Templar domain in London is as strong as it's ever been. The Order has held its power over the...

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Just an update of my cover on my Wattpad book :)

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Happy soon to be 2025 !! I don’t post on here much at the moment because I’m currently knuckling down on my book on Wattpad. If you like my works and wanna read more about Jacob Frye, then head over and read my Jacob Frye x Lily Harvard (oc) story !! Appreciate you all and Happy New Year ❤️

The year is 1868 and the Templar domain in London is as strong as it's ever been. The Order has held its power over the city for hundreds of

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Happy 177th to Jacob and Evie Frye aka two of my favorite comfort characters 🥳

(They are both fine omfg😮‍💨)

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Saving London - Final Part

Summary:

Sometimes distance doesn’t heal estranged lovers. There was so much to say yet only silence from internal conflict. But when that conflict turns into real danger, will there be enough time for Jacob and Lily to put aside fears and speak their truths?

Hiya, I have FINALLY finished this AU series with this final part. It is definitely longer than the others as it wraps everything in this storyline up. I hope you have all enjoyed x

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Time had dragged on agonisingly slow, being a little over a week since Lily had leapt from the clock tower alone that night. She hadn’t been any less preoccupied with her gang or leads that aided her against the Templars, but that hadn’t meant her mind had been elsewhere. Her last interaction with Jacob had left a heavy pull in her chest that she couldn’t shake no matter how she attempted to remedy it. In the time apart, the two hadn’t seen each other, with good reason. Well… that hadn’t been entirely true.

Only after the second day of the encounter with a tremendous amount of overthinking had the assassin gotten restless. She remembers fighting back and forth between her head and her heart as she paced through her carriage on what to do. She left Jacob so coldly, and the poor man didn’t deserve it in the least, especially when he had opened up his heart to her. It did not sit right. So against her better judgement, she leapt from the train and made way to his usual patrol spot. Her legs anxiously taking her through the streets, keeping to the shadows with her hood pulled up to avoid recognition; and to hid away her turmoil from those that glanced over long enough to notice.

Taking higher ground was a better alternative, knowing it would inherit a better chance of stealth when all she had intended to do was spy. Having intention to do just that would make anyone think she was mad, but Lily had to see him, even if for a brief moment.

And she had, finding him stood alone in the alleyway with a few urchins scarcely stood around a close bonfire in attempt to get warm. The assassin crouched down along the roof, brows furrowing as she lay eyes on the man watching over the area; his eyes turning to the children every so often before looking back out onto the street.

He kept to himself mostly, not engaging as much with his comrades as he usually did as his mind was helplessly elsewhere. It was hard to detect his expression, his face hidden under another hat he acquired for himself, though his body language in itself was very telling. And the guilt that seeped into her thoughts was heavy, inhaling heavily as she soon made way from the area through the rain that began to set in.

That night days ago hadn’t left her mind; Jacob hadn’t left her mind if she was being completely honest. She had really left an impact on him. And herself too. Lily did her best to push through it all and remain her usually cheeky, light-hearted self, but it was tough. There was no denying that she missed gazing onto his smile when they were together, or how they reeked havoc whenever they visited the pub to share a pint. Most of all it was his company she missed, how he was one of the very few that could reach a genuine laugh from the woman, and somehow always finding themselves in mischief in situations they definitely should not be in.

Expressing emotions wasn’t one of her strongpoints, having shut off that part of herself when she was very young. And now she seemed to be paying the price. Growing up as an assassin was very lonely, the lifestyle was hidden under an oath as well as her true identity. And the memories and experiences she had were vividly different from those of anyone else, yet she had to keep it all a secret; a lesson she had learnt very early in life. With all that in mind, it’s what made it difficult for her to create any real intimate connections with people. Yet her heart yearned.

There was something special about that man, something that ignited a fire in her after a long time. It was a feeling that didn’t come to her often. But this past week had her realise that she could not deny her heart anymore no matter how hard she tried.

The rain was incessant and the days long. That type of weather usually brought her a sense of peace, and now it acted as white noise that she found herself lost in. Her body swayed every now and then as Bertha tracked another mile along the tracks. The carriage that she sat in was warm with a golden hue lit by the surroundings candles. Her body slouched back into the lounge as she listened to Henry Green, her ally and friend, stand before her and speak of another endeavour about this Precursor Artefact he had been infatuated with since the day they met. His interest never differed from it, always so focused on this so called ‘shrowd’ and all the relentless study that came with it.

Henry didn’t feel fieldwork was his speciality, but rather being in the confines of a room with his nose in a book. He planned and strategized; it was what he was best at. So, a lot of the times, Lily had been the one to venture out on his behalf for these findings of his. It hadn’t been all bad however, it kept her busy as well as everything else she dedicated herself to.

“-a material that speaks of something rather interesting. The Kenway mansion, the original home of the assassin and pirate, Edward Kenway, that lived here right in London over a century ago!” He placed the book down that he was holding, putting his hands on his hips as he sighed, revelling in this new revelation he had discovered. “It’s all rather fascinating, and I will need your help to find…” He trailed off, turning around to look back at Lily, though she appeared deeply lost in thought. His brows furrowed as he stepped closer to her, the woman not reacting to his movement as her eyes loosely locked onto the safe across from herself. “Miss Harvard?” His call was enough to snap her out of whatever trance she was in, lifting her chin from her palm as she averted her wide-eyed gaze back onto Henry. “Are you quite alright?”

“Yes, of course. My apologies, Henry. Do go on.” She straightened her posture, sitting upright as to prove to her friend that she was now attentive. But Henry could see past it, slowly coming down to sit by her side as he looked over the assassin with a hint of worry.

“You don’t seem yourself, if I may be so bold.” Her demeanour wasn’t as well hidden as she thought. But then again, the assassin was quite perceptive. “Is there something bothering you?” Lily’s mouth opened to reply but she had not truly had an answer for him. So, she sealed her lips once more and glanced away, confirming with certainty what Henry had already suspected. “You know, it’s not best to keep these things cooped up, Miss Harvard. It won’t do you any good.” Henry knew she was bold and confident with most things, but it had become obvious overtime that important, more personal topics, were ones that she tended to avoid. He understood, but he still didn’t like to see his friend suffer so.

Yet she still hesitated, being close with the man didn’t mean that it made it any easier on expressing how she felt. It was not the assassin way. Not her way.

“You mustn’t worry, I am fine.” She attempted to deny his questions of worry with a small smile, but the man was not naïve. He could only give her a concerned look, tilting his head as if conveying the message that he knew her words did not ring true. And she knew he was a smart man, and to continue to feign contentment in front of him would almost be an insult t his intelligence. So, she sighed, dropping the façade as she leant further down into her lap, elbows resting over her knees as her fingers laced loosely together.

“You know I am always here if you wish to talk,” he coaxed her gently, “we can speak of business at another time when you tell me what bothers you so.” His words gentle and his patience astounding at times. But it seemed to be enough for the woman to concave, sighing as she took a moment, doing her best to rattle her thoughts together enough to explain it the best she could.

“I just…” She looked to Henry, the man easily sat waiting for her to speak her mind. She sighed again, “I believe that… I may have,” she looked down to her feet, “possibly grown affections for someone.” The last part was spoken quieter, almost like she was embarrassed to admit it. And she didn’t receive an immediate response which stemmed her worry, so she looked back up at Henry to see him offering a small warm smile. It had her blink back as she felt heat rush to her face at the confession. But she continued on. “But it’s all so difficult. I pushed him away.” Henry listened intently, as a good friend. “And now I’m tormented with nothing but regret.”

Her eyes slowly drew up to her targets on the board, each Templar tied to the Mastermind of it all: Crawford Starrick. It reminded her that there was an entire city outside this carriage that needed her, whether it knew it or not. A goal that she was willing to risk her life for in a fight against oppression. It was that simple, or so it had been. Now she was riddled with other prioritise other than herself, something very new to her. It was all overwhelming. Henry too had turned his sights onto the same thing, eventually looking back to Lily to see her mind whirring faster than she could comprehend. She looked lost and torn at the predicament.

But a hand placed gently onto her shoulder had it stop, her attention pulled back onto her friend. The two shared a silent moment, as if Henry was offering her a moment of peace with a reassuring look. It had done nothing less than confuse her, trying to salvage her thoughts the best she could as she had shown too much already.

“What is his name?” He took his hand back, the question unexpected. She couldn’t believe she had finally told him and that they were truly speaking of this out loud. Lily could have laughed if she wasn’t so pent up. Her eyes drifted elsewhere, and she couldn’t help but twinge a smile at the thought of the Rook.

“Jacob.” His name rolled off her tongue like silk, a reflection of her thoughts on the man.

Henry could see by her small smile that Lily had indeed held deep affections for this fellow. Her feelings deeper than she had realised, but to the watchful eye, it could not have been clearer.

“What a splendid name.” Henry nodded, doing his best to lighten her spirits. “You know, I understand that our Creed dictates us to disassociate from such feelings. I have even been told that having these personal feelings could compromise missions.” Lily looked up at Henry once more as he went on, “but I am not against one person loving another.” The way he saw it, you could train an assassin to detach themselves from people as much as you’d like. But the one element that no one could ever take away from you, was your humanity.

His words planted a new thought into her head, that maybe she had been looking at this all wrong; even going so far as being too harsh on herself. And especially too harsh on Jacob.

Henry wasn’t what most others would deem a true assassin. He was seen as softer than the others due to his hesitation of violence and fieldwork. But maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing; it offered a different perspective. And though she never would have believed it, her heart slowed as did the weight in her chest lift ever so slightly. She faced danger and even death quite regularly, so what harm would it do to indulge in your feelings every once in a while?

“Go to him.” Her eyes widened as he nodded, glancing towards the carriage door as if to encourage her to do so. “I am still gathering as much intel as I can on the Kenway mansion, so it can wait a little while longer.” Her expression was nothing short of surprise as he offered her his own kind smile. “Love like this doesn’t come across a person every day. And if you don’t try, you might spend the rest of your life regretting it.” That was certainly something she did not want.

Her gaze tore over to the very door Henry insinuated at, conflicted as she did so. But he was right. If she didn’t take this opportunity now, she might very well miss it. So, with a hard swallow, she stood up to her feet and released a nervous exhale before slowly smiling with one last glance to the assassin.

“Thank you, Henry.” With that, she exited the train. The locomotive was not near a station, yet it didn’t deter the woman, jumping down onto the open tracks as her shoes squelched from the terrain beneath her.

Of course it was now raining harder than before. But she was determined, pulling her cowl from her robes over her face as she made haste to the Strand. She hadn’t known how long she was running, but her speed never slowed. She was on a new mission, and time only slipped away the longer it took her to reach the man.

The sight of the usual area Jacob would patrol came into her vision, weaving past two carriages along the cobblestone which earnt yells from their drivers. But she paid no heed. Her heart race sped up as she turned the corner to the alley with expectation to see the Rook there, though just as quickly as it sped up did it drop to find him nowhere in sight. Lily didn’t understand. Her brows furrowed as she instead set eyes on another two Rooks in Jacob’s place; she approached the brute and woman adorned in green. They seemed pleasantly surprised to see their leader, greeting her as such as she came before them.

“Well ‘ello Miss Harvard, we didn’t expect to see’s you out in such damning weather.” The two genuine as they attempted to converse with her, however her mind was elsewhere so she kept it brief.

“Glad to make your acquaintance. Now, I am indeed in a hurry, looking for a Rook as it may. His name is Jacob Frye, he usually patrols this area. Where is he?” The assassin was quite direct, looking between them impatiently as they looked sceptically at each other. It was an odd request yet very specific. But they could see time was of the essence and neither wanted to face the trouble of delaying her any longer.

“He’s been moved Miss.” The woman spoke up, an arm raised over her head to keep the rain from her eyes the best it could, though it had already saturated her head to toe thoroughly, so the attempt was in vain.

“Moved? Moved where? Why?” She hadn’t known of this and certainly did not arrange it as such.

“Well, it was an impulsive idea it was. There’s been trouble in the city for the past few days and our numbers are dwindling, ma’am.” She explained.

“It’s the Blighters,” the brute added, “they’s doing their best to seize back the burrow as we took all the rest, we ‘ave.” Lily cussed under her breathe. She had heard of a rally within the city but thought nothing of it, truly believing that the Rooks numbers would outweigh the threat. And her mind had been occupied elsewhere over the past few days that she hadn’t truly the time to orchestrate something more efficient to deal with it. Now it appeared to be catching up to her. “Miss?” She snapped from her thoughts and offered a simple nod.

“Thank you. I must make haste, but do continue your patrol here and kill any Blighter that so much as looks your way.” The tone was loud and clear; the assassin not messing about. With that, she turned and made way from the pair. The order of violence condoned by the leader herself momentarily silenced the two, the female Rook could only nod in understanding beneath her hand as she watched the assassin become but a figure in the distance. Her sights turned to her associate, the brute looking a little too chipper by the toothless grin on his face. Her eyes rolled as she smacked his shoulder and turned, the man confused as he followed after her.

“What?!”

Lily came to find a vacant carriage on her way through the street, slowing down to turn on her heel as she commandeered it without second thought. It had been too bad if somebody had needed it, but there were other important matters at hand.

She whipped the horses faster, doing her best to navigate from one burrow to another through the rain, using her eagle vision as aid every so often to avoid running into anything along the way. Lily’s mind was solely on reaching Jacob. Still nervous to face him and express her feelings, yet now there was another dire matter at hand; his safety. Torn in her mind between how she would even approach him after everything she had done, and worried to find him in some sort of conflict that left him helpless at the hands of the Blighters.

No, she couldn’t think that way. He was trained well enough to hold his own. Besides, if she knew anything about the man, it was that he was stronger than he thought. His will alone will keep him alive.

At this time, she could only rush to him, deciding that she would figure out her confession later. It was as Henry said, if she didn’t do this then the regret would weigh her down for the rest of her life. Lily simply had to reach him first.

Finally, she recognised the change of burrow, coming into the city though unsure of where to begin looking. Going back to her training, when in doubt or stuck, retrace your steps and use the resources around you. Somebody knew where he was, and she needed to find that somebody.

Meanwhile, the rain in the city from Jacob’s view was all the same. His eyes cast up to the skies as he felt the heavy droplets splash against his skin. His hat and coat had done a reasonable job at keeping him relatively dry. His eyes lowered back onto the area ahead, patrolling it with two other Rooks by his side. They appeared at somewhat ease despite being reinforcements for this trouble the Blighters had been stirring. There was yet to be a sighting of a redcoat, but that hadn’t meant they were out there lurking in the shadows.

“Lovely weather, isn’t it?” The muscled Rook of the three spoke up, looking back to Jacob as the young man could only nod with a brief forced smile. “Who’d wanna be inside when you could be drenched out here instead?” He walked ahead of the others, acting as a barrier to scare off any enemies that came their way.

“I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not, Barry.” The other Rook, smaller in size but just as reckless shook his head, his fingers latched together and sat snuggly against the back of his neck. His arms outstretched wide as he glanced over to Jacob as Barry chuckled. “Eh, don’t let him bother you. He’s a buffoon if nothing else.” He nudged Jacob’s shoulder with his elbow.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” A light tease that didn’t reach his eyes. Luckily no one could truly see them. Jacob’s head was elsewhere that night, seeming to be unable to focus properly on his duties since his last encounter with Lily. The glimpse of her face ran through his mind, quietly sighing to himself as he remembered that evening at the clock tower. Though another memory came by it next, the image of his sister, Evie, approaching him various times throughout the week with concern of his changed behaviour. A twin could sense it like no other, and each time she asked if he was alright, Jacob had only shrugged off her questions. It worried her to see her brother so quiet; he was anything but and his lack of enthusiasm had been consuming him as of recent.

Jacob shook his head at the thought, pushing past it back to the present moment. He had relived that rejection enough; the last thing he wanted to do right now was talk about it, let alone think about it. All it did was bring back those emotions. He was a Rook for god’s sake! He needed to pull himself together and let it go. He tried and failed on his own account; it wasn’t as if Lily owed him anything. She was his boss, that’s all it was.

The sound of a sudden gunshot was heard as it pierced through the rain. The three now repressed regret of letting down their guard earlier when trouble was near. “Stop, boy!” The Rook beside Jacob held his arm out, halting the two to a stop. Jacob’s eyes widened slightly as he lay eyes on the larger man before them. He had stopped in his tracks and made no response when he was called upon. “Barry?”

His head slowly tilted to the side before his body fell backwards. He was a hard hit to the ground, immediately rousing concern from the others. But as his friend stepped closer to inspect him, Jacob grabbed the back of his jacket to stop him in his tracks. “Don’t.” Jacob said, now on alert as his eyes stared directly at the hole in the man’s chest by the sounding bullet not mere moments ago. Blood had mixed with the rain, sliding down Barry’s abdomen as he looked up blankly at the sky. His expression of shock was his reaction before his life ended, and it was engraved into Jacob’s brain.

Then, another shot followed by another.

“We’re under attack!” Jacob yelled as he ducked for cover, the other Rook doing the same as he pulled out his own pistol. The sound of active fire became all he could hear, turning his head around the corner to now lay eyes on four Blighters that emerged side by side. It was a surprise attack, and there hadn’t been another Rook nearby that could be called upon as backup. It was now two against four.

They came into line of sight leaving the men no choice but to engage in a brawl. A knife clasped sturdy in Jacob’s hand as the first Blighter made contact. Swinging away with her own knife, the weapon larger than his own putting him at a disadvantage. “You fuckin’ savages!” His fellow gang member, now forced out into the open, shot openly though the bullets not seeming to hit the intended targets. The weather doing its best to cast haze and confusion over the few. Though one of those gunshots was met with a guttural groan, Jacob looking back to see his only other ally now following the same fate as his friend. His heart dropped as he came to realise he was now the only one left, and this woman swinging wildly at him would not let up her attack.

His head snapped back to her as she gained an advantage, kicking under his legs to have him land hard against the ground. Jacob groaned, not having enough time to catch his breathe as the Blighter began roughhousing with him. She jumped onto his chest, sitting on top of him as she attempted to violently murder the man. The madwoman screamed, trying to stab him viciously as he evaded her weapon every time by a whim. The rain and panic of the situation had done him no favours in this moment, and even if he were to push her off, there were three others waiting to snatch him up. It was nearly hopeless. Nearly.

He still had his own knife, taking hit after hit as he waited for an opportunity to inflict his own damage. So with a yell, he swung his arm around and pushed the blade into her side, another cry came from her, this one of agony as the weapon had imbedded itself deeply into her side. The assaults stopped, her body becoming stiff as he panted, pushing her off him and scrambling to his feet. He would have reached for the knife back if the other Blighters had not began making way at him; Jacob stumbling back now unarmed as he turned, running in the opposite direction into a nearby alleyway.

Hopefully he could lose them with sharp turns and tight crevices. His life depended on it. If he could just make an escape back to other fellow gang members than he would be safe to fight for another day. But his chances were looking slim. And then, impossible as he found himself at a dead end. He yelled out in frustration, attempting to climb the wall, but the rain had deemed it too slippery. “Christ!” He hissed, gaze than landing on his gauntlet as he promptly aimed it to the ledge. But luck was not on his side, the mechanism jamming and not doing the one thing he needed it to do. “Christ!” He smacked it a few times, half in hope to get the device working, and the other half in frustration that it had let him down as it did.

Dark laughs then echoed behind him as he spun on his feet, back against the wall as he watched the figures slowly come into light. It was like watching animals prey on their victim, enjoying the kill more than the feast. “Well, well, little flightless bird, are your wings broken?” One called out, mocking him as he swung a machete around. Jacob swallowed hard as his eyes narrowed, growling beneath his breathe as they closed in.

“Well if they weren’t before, they’re surely gonna be now.” This was it. Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. It only left one option; to fight. If he didn’t try than he was as good as dead anyways, so why not go down with a hefty brawl?

Jacob pushed himself off the wall, stance straightening as his fists balled, standing ready for what was to come. His show of readiness gained a few more chuckles, one Blighter slapping the other across the arm as he feigned fear with a dark grin. “Looks like the little raven wants to fight. Shall we humour his last wish?” Jacob stood in silence, eyes moving between the three as they slowly put away their weapons before advancing on him. He needed to remember the basics of delivering a hard hit alongside countering any attacks. And though he fended himself off relatively well for a little while, he had taken more hits than he was ready for.

“C’mere you!” One yelled, jumping at him a moment too soon. Jacob took the opportunity and grabbed him by the arm, twisting it behind his back before slamming the Blighter into the ground. It was one hell of a fight, and sometimes the man forgot his own strength until he really needed it.

If only Lily could see him now.

“You lit’le bastard!” His attempt was however futile, being knocked off by another, yanking him over and onto the wet, muddy terrain. A fist was felt over his face, inducing a loud ringing to start throughout his ears, followed by another. The action was repetitive and Jacob knew that this was where he was beat. He hadn’t known what to do, if there was anything he could really do.

But then came a turn of events, and the hits stopped. He blinked back, coughing from the pain of the blunt force, feeling the blood from his nose slip down and over his lips. Not a pleasant taste.

The Blighter above delivering the hits reciprocated that of his muscled friend earlier. Lifeless. His arms dropped limply to his sides as his eyes rolled back into his head as his body rolled off and onto the ground beside him. It startled the others also as they all gazed down onto the throwing knife now lodged into the back of his head.

The remaining two Blighters seemed alarmed, looking back up the alleyway to now see a dark silhouette standing at its entrance. Jacob’s eyes widened the best they physically could, his heart almost stopping at the realisation of who it was. There was no mistaking it.

A shuddering breathe came as he could almost feel a wash of relief run through him. His eyes shut momentarily, thanking the grace of god, or whoever it was, that decided that tonight was not yet his time. The remaining Blighters that once held the upper hand now stood uncertain at their new opponent, and while they had been distracted, Jacob attempted to pulled himself back to his feet.

“Who the bloody hell are ya?!” The silhouette never answered but simply closed the distance slowly. Each heavy step they took was deliberate, an element of control as their identity remained unknown. The mystery to who exactly killed their friend with such precise aim did nothing less than embed fear through their stomachs. Neither Blighter would confess it, but they hadn’t a need. You could hear it through their racing heartbeats if you stood close enough. “Leave now! We’re warning ya!”

“Clive… you don’t suppose that’s…” The man originally wiped off his feet by Jacob muttered, looking over to his friend that did not dare to turn his eyes away from the silhouette. “I’ve only ever heard of her. Not from anybody that lived to tell the tale-”

“Shut you fuckin’ mouth!” A hiss came his response as the man pulled back out his knife as he stood ready, the hairs on the back of his neck standing as his fists clutched tightly around his weapon. “You ain’t know who that is!”

Her pace picked up, unsheathing her hidden blade as she did so. Slashes of blood dripped from the tip of the weapon, as if taunting its next victims of their fate. It was in that moment that they knew, the infamous Rook leader now found them and cornered them in their own trap.

“Ah! To hell with it!” The brute swung his knife above his head and charged toward the assassin. Her calm demeanour compared to his friend’s erratic one was enough to tell all of how this interaction would end. He swung first, arm wide to gain speed and strength to his intended strike, though it was all in vain as it never hit its target. His attempt was unmatched to her speed, the assassin finally picking up into a run to gain momentum. There she easily slid between his legs, digging her foot into the ground to gain traction so she could spin around and deliver horrible slices to the back of his knees. He cried out in pain, his legs giving way as she stood, face contorting into one of anger before lodging the blade into the back of his neck.

“Christ! Clive!” A takedown seeming so effortless yet so precise, and the last Blighter standing knew he was next. He looked back to Jacob now leaning against the wall with a hand to his face, anger stemming through him as he yanked out his pistol and aimed it at the gang leader. His hold had been the furthest from steady however, hands shaking as she pushed over the brute and kicked away his knife. “Take another step and I’ll put one right through you!” She turned, unmoving before facing her body toward him completely. He swallowed hard. “N-not another step or I’ll end you right now!”

Her neck craned slightly sidewards, huffing quietly under her breathe at the empty threat before daring to take a step forward. The Blighter’s reflex was fuelled by fear, pulling back the trigger instinctively. But to no avail. The gun had been empty. His eyes widened as he looked at his weapon before bringing his sights back onto the assassin that sheathed her blade.

“Seems like you’re all out.” She spoke, flicking her wrist into her robes and pulling out her own gun. It was too fast to intercept or even process what was happening. There was a gunshot, pain, and then nothing at all. A perfect bullseye between his eyes; the Blighter falling lifelessly into the muddy ground as a result. Jacob swallowed hard once more as he pulled his gaze up onto the woman. His expression softened as she scanned the area; there were no more threats in sight. She ensured it was absolutely safe before letting out a breathe she hadn’t known she’d been holding onto; so cooped up in anger at what they had done to Jacob and her Rooks. She had let off a little steam in what came to be a small massacre. None of it enjoyable, but no less satisfying.

Lily pulled her hood down, the rain hitting her face immediately as she locked eyes with Jacob. It had been the first time in a while they stood face to face, and she could have only wished it was under better circumstances.

His face and body sore, more likely to ache later, but for now it was durable as he set focus on the woman before him. She made way towards him, side stepping the body as he watched. His stance straightened subconsciously as he pushed off the fence, wiping droplets off his face as she came before him. Jacob’s arms now dropped by his sides as he watched her scan over his physic. Lily was assessing the damage those thugs had inflicted on the man, eyes catching onto a few droplets that he had missed. They started down his temple and along his jaw to his chin.

There were no words spoken, Jacob still believing that Lily was actually there in front of him. It had been too long, and he didn’t know what to do or say.

But he needn’t do anything as Lily made the first move, not wasting another moment as she closed the space between them to press her lips against his. Jacob was in shock, feeling her press against him as she did in a way he had been yearning for. His brain malfunctioned, comprehending what was happening. Yet despite the cold weather, he felt warmer with her against him. He came to, finally processing that Lily was kissing him, with a passion that conveyed more than words could in that moment. Humming in delight, he shut his eyes as he kissed her back, his hands coming to her sides as he kept her close.

The kiss lingered, telling how much needed it was between them. Though Lily had been the first to pull away, hands raising to cup his cheeks as she looked over his face once more. There was going to be bruises for sure, but nothing that would deter her attraction from him in any way. “I’m sorry, Jacob.” She whispered. It was the first thing to come from her. Her eyes fluttered down to his nose where a thin streak of blood caught her attention, her thumb lowering to wipe away at it. He flinched slightly, her touch immediately gentler though he hadn’t let her open the distance between them despite. He wanted her close, needed her. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“Lily,” he shook his head, “it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.” She wouldn’t let him give in that easily. There was a need to explain herself to him, it was the least he deserved. “That night at the clock tower, I didn’t kiss you and I’ve regretted it ever since.” He raised his hands to hold onto her elbows, offering a form of comfort as she went on. “It wasn’t because I did not want to. I just could not let you because there is too much you don’t know.” She sighed, dropping her gaze from his eyes, earning a reassuring squeeze from him. “I just…” She lifted her head once more. “You mean more to me than to allow you to blindly get too close. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Lily-”

“Please,” she stopped him, “you need to hear it from me.” She was adamant to be honest and upfront before he made any kind of decision of their companionship. “If you want to be with me, and I mean, truly… want to be with me, then you deserve to know the truth. Everything. And then,” she sighed, “then you can make a decision.”

That was it, it was finally off her chest as she offered him every part of herself. Jacob looked between her gaze, cracking a soft smile as he lifted his hand to her cheek. His touch was exhilarating; her eyes fluttering momentarily as her hands ran down to his chest, still weary of his current condition.

“Look at me.” And she did, the man briefly pressing a soft kiss to her lips as he thumbed her cheek. “I have already made my decision.” He dryly chuckled, groaning as he did by the ache in his chest. Lily soothed it the best she could with her hands. “Truth be told, I made my decision the moment I laid eyes on you.” Her fingers loosely clutched his shirt as her heart yearned at his words. “No matter what you tell me, I’m not going anywhere. As long as it’s by your side.”

She was touched and knew that her feelings were in too deep with this man. It was all or nothing. And for that reason, she quite liked the sound of it.

“All right, Jacob Frye,” she mused, finally cracking a small smile of her own, “let us get out of this weather. There should be cover nearby.” Lily lowered her arms and went to step away, but Jacob grabbed her wrists softly and stepped forward closing the gap. He stole yet another kiss from the assassin, doing his best to make up for the one he had lost all those nights ago with as many as he could now. And Lily could only smile, her chest no longer heavy as she pressed into Jacob’s arms.

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Saving London - Part 5

Summary:

Now with a gauntlet, it really seemed that the sky had been the limit for Jacob as he could reach new heights with his new gift. The mechanism was not accepted lightly, especially when presented from the woman he had admittedly grown quite attached to over time. Had she too begun to feel for the young man that showed nothing less than promise to her gang? Perhaps there was only one way to find out.

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The night was clear and there appeared to be more people out on the streets than expected. A carriage had made its way through the streets, a pair of Rooks acting as its escort as Lily and Jacob sat inside. She hadn’t usually been the one perched on the inside, and truthfully told she hadn’t been on a carriage that had not been damaged in some way often. But the ride was pleasant, seeing as she had rather good company.

Her eyes drew from the window over to Jacob who sat across from her, attention on his new gauntlet as he inspected it on his lap. He appeared quite happy to have the new contraption, and that in turn had pleased Lily, even if she hadn’t voiced it so openly. There was no denying that the man had become a soft spot to her, but she didn’t know what to do with that feeling. So, she kept some distance and just admired from afar, it had been safer that way.

“Your gauntlet,” Jacob spoke up, catching Lily’s curiosity as he pointed to hers, “is there anything else other than a blade on it? Besides a hook that throws you atop buildings?” She chuckled as he bore a small cheeky grin, quite liking how relaxed he was becoming around her.

“It doesn’t just throw you atop buildings. It also flings you across them too.” Jacob blinked back as he ran his finger over the tip of the hook. “But that is something for another day.” Her body pulled to sit straight before him, both feet planting directly on the ground as she brought her weapon between them. “I probably shouldn’t show you every contraption I have. But,” she shrugged, “I guess no one’s particularly asked.” Once again, she flicked her hidden blade out between them, the sound of the weapon unsheathing had been nothing less than satisfying. “This is my blade, obviously.”

“Used often, undoubtedly.” Jacob joked, eyes tearing between hers and back to the glistening weapon.

“Undoubtedly.” She agreed sarcastically, the cheekiness in her tone flushing a touch of warmth throughout Jacob’s chest. Then sheathing the blade back into its compartment, she turned her left wrist upwards. “Then there’s the grappling hook beside it, and brass knuckles embedded onto it. The gold was a personal choice.” And gold did in fact compliment the look. “And this is a dart gun.” It had been across the top, the feature positioned well beneath the knuckles. “It releases poison against my enemies.”

“Poison?” The technology on this weapon seemed so advanced. Jacob had almost actually begun to feel sorry for anybody that crossed Lily’s path, unsuspecting of the weapons on her gauntlet. Almost.

“A hallucinogenic dart. Makes Blighters go mad and turn on each other so I don’t have to.” Fascinated, Jacob reached forward without thinking, wanting to touch such a weapon. And Lily could see how drawn he was to it all but had grabbed his wrist gently before he could go further. He looked up, not realizing he had physically insinuated a closer look without asking its holder. But she had not thought twice, just lightly smiling at him. “Careful there, wouldn’t want you to break it and start ripping out those glorious locks of yours.”

Jacob’s brow in turn raised at her compliment, the assassin not realizing the compliment as anything but a joke.

“So you think my locks are glorious?” He took his hand back to lift his hat and ran a hand through it. Luckily he had been easy to jump on the joke, though it was no matter none the less. “I would not fault you for noticing such a thing.” Lily laughed, a genuine laugh as she sat back, hands in her lap while shaking her head.

“A jokester I see. How refreshing.” Their playful banter eased the atmosphere around them. Jacob not knowing where they were going yet content to sit in the confined space with Lily just a little longer. Until a sudden knock on the top of the carriage pulled both of their attention.

“We’re here Miss Harvard.” Lily looked out the window once more to see the Rook’s words ring true. And she grinned before exiting the cart. Jacob was close behind, allowing his sights to set in on where they actually were. And before him stood the grand tower in all its beauty.

“Stay here until we return.” Lily instructed as Jacob looked back at her slowly.

“Big Ben?” She nodded, seeming all too pleased with herself as she came by his side, sharing the view of the Elizabeth Tower itself.

“Indeed. I remember you mentioning it once or twice.” She had actually remembered their short conversations before? Surely a woman running a gang throughout London would have better things to transfix her attention to. And yet here they were. “Well come on, you cannot stand here all night gawking at it. I have better plans.” With a swallow and a nod, he followed her past the gates and through the courtyard.

Wait… then what were they here for? It couldn’t possibly be…

“We’re going to climb that thing?” Jacob breathlessly asked, a shrill running through his spine as Lily looked to him humorously.

“No. But we will fling ourselves up the side of it.” His heart begun to beat out of his chest as Lily laughed, his expression was priceless. “Do not fear, Jacob. I have faith in you. Now come on.” She patted his shoulder as they continued through the arched walkway. “Now, getting to the first rooftop is easy enough, just like we trained. But alongside the tower will be a bit more difficult. Just aim a little higher and give it a tug. It’s a longer way up but if done properly, it’s just like any other building.”

Coming to their first stop, Lily stood across the wall and focused her attention onto Jacob completely. She had done this so many times that it seemed easy enough like jumping a top a train or into the river Thames. But Jacob looked as if some colour had drained from his face, a little terrified to be honest. And she realized that what was easy for her hadn’t necessarily been easier for others. She had adapted to being on her own for so long and eliminated the thought of being limited that she had almost forgot.

“Jacob,” she muttered, turning to put her hand to his shoulder, seeming to pull him out of whatever trance he was stuck in, “I believe you have the strength to do this. Not just out here,” she gestured to his physic, “but also in there.” She motioned to his head. His mind. “I’ve never brought anyone else here, and I didn’t really expect too either. You have what it takes, I know you do. But you also have to believe that.” He swallowed back hard as she looked between his hazel eyes, trying her best to calm any internal doubts he had. “It’s your choice.”

There had been a real possibility that Jacob would turn down the chance to rope launch up Big Ben, and thinking about it, Lily knew any sane person would. But deep down she had hoped that the hidden fire buried within the man would prove her wrong. She knew once he had overcome this obstacle, that there was a real possibility that he could advance into the Creed. But she had to be certain. She’d never taken a chance on anybody like this before, and hopefully her mind would agree with her heart when it was proved right.

Lily stepped back, aiming her grapple upwards. “You need to decide who you are.” He hadn’t known that she believed in him so deeply. What she was offering was overwhelming, sure. But it was also a chance. A chance to prove that there was more to life than what he knew. And for the first time, he could openly chase it without confines.

The assassin launched the rope with ease, pulling herself up to the roof and exhaling a breathe she was holding back. There she stood waiting. Hoping that Jacob would meet her up there. Her arms crossed her chest as she stood a moment, before hearing the clip of the grapple before watching Jacob pull himself up beside her. And she couldn’t help but smile.

She knew it.

Jacob’s heart beat out of his chest as he gazed up the rest of the way before looking back at Lily. She seemed genuinely happy to see him there, and it’s as if most of his nerves faded away. Who knew a person could have an affect on him as they did. It made his mind churn about everything including Lily. Why she had caught his eye and proceeded to infatuate his mind as she did. There was only one simple answer to it all, but could it be true? Was he able to feel for a person as deeply as he did so quickly? But seeing her smiled directed at him had confirmed all he had questioned, and a rush of adrenaline coursed through him in eagerness. This was who he was, and Lily helped him realize that.

“I’m glad to see you here.” Her body turned, eyes not tearing from his just yet. “Come.” They stepped forward, shoulder to shoulder as they looked to the top of the tower. The winds were easier to feel on higher ground, but they were about to get crazier. “Just watch and follow.” She crouched, eyes intent on her target as she took a moment, face focused as she withdrew a deep breathe before launching. The rope wavered through the air for a moment, the assassin offering Jacob a quick wink before suddenly pulling herself up. He watched in awe as she scaled up the building, losing sight of her eventually through the darkness.

Then a beat of silence, Jacob silently hoping she had made it up safe though there was no doubt she had. A moment where everything became silent, his heartbeat bumping through his ears. Until he heard her. “Come up, Jacob!” She called rather loudly, seeing as there had been quite the distance between them. His adrenaline rushed through again with a smile, copying as she did and doing his best to navigate through the dark.

“Come on, Jacob, you bloody crazy idiot. This is all you.” And with a similar exhale, he launched, holding steady to his gauntlet as the hook sored through the dark. A clamp followed by resistance told him he had landed it securely, swallowed the hardest breathe he’s ever taken before tugging at the mechanism.

He was thrown off his feet, both legs apart as he was taught while his feet slipped upside the building to steady himself. The wind rushed past his ears, deafening him to anything else as he ascended to new heights. His heart beat out of his chest as he came closer to the top, still unable to grasp what he was doing. But eventually he saw a dark figure peeking over the edge, and boy did he fling himself tightly to the side once he made it to the top.

“Holy shit!” He yelled, scrambling his feet as Lily helped yank him onto solid ground once more. He panted on his hands and knees, blinking back at the realization of what he had just done. Lily knelt beside the man, pride in her chest as she put a hand to his shoulder once more. “Holy shit…” He slowly lifted his head beside him, Lily smiling as she had done before. “Holy shit, Lily. Holy shit!” He began laughing as he pushed himself to his feet, running his hands through his hair before realizing his hat must have flown off at some point. But he wasn’t too worried in this moment. “I cannot believe I just-incredible!” He took both her hands in his as he laughed victoriously, running to the side to look back at where he had just been flung from.

But his sights slowly averted to over the city for the first time. He was gobsmacked by the view, the view he had been dreaming about witnessing first hand for a while. His breathe caught in his throat as he stood for a moment soaking it all in. And Lily slowly came by his side, grinning knowingly as she leant against the rest as she soaked in all that was London also.

It was a view she had seen before but having Jacob beside her had somehow made it all the better. She could finally share it with somebody. The pair stood in silence as they just looked across everything they knew. Lily giving it a short while before peeking at Jacob once more, the grin on the mans face was one she was coming to admire. Perhaps if he had followed her this far, then maybe it was time she had opened up a little bit. The man had surely earnt it.

“The first time I came here,” she began looking back over everything, “I was helping a friend of mine. He has this passion for freedom of speech, and ideas that will advance us into a new age.” Jacob turned, leaning on his forearm as he looked between the woman and the view. “It’s actually the same friend that helped me with this.” She lifted her gauntlet up to inspect it, smiling to herself as she did so. “He’s one of the smartest men I know, actually. And he deserves more credit than he’s given.” There was a glint in her eye, a recollection of the respect she held for her ally. “Coming up here had given me this sense of freedom I hadn’t felt in a long time. Something about being at this altitude is exhilarating.”

Jacob listened intently, seeming to be captured by every word she spoke. It was genuine and heartfelt. Truly it had been the first time that he had seen Lily so relaxed and honest since he met her. But as she processed her thoughts in her head, her smile slowly began to fade as she let her arm lie limp against the side once more, sighing in somewhat defeat as she lowered her guard. Jacob frowned.

“But the truth is, is that I always do things myself. Of course, I have allies that help me every step of the way. But when it comes to matters that actually need some form of action in changing the course of history, I do it all alone. And sometimes,” she took a moment, shrugging as she fumbled with her fingers, “sometimes I wish I had somebody alongside me. I know it sounds bleak with the life I live, but there are moments I wish I could share.” This raw emotion was new to Jacob. One he hadn’t imagined seeing Lily show, and even deep down, one he had been scared to show himself. He could make sense of her words though; running a gang alone and fighting oppression could become much. And it appeared that sometimes, someone could need somebody. A simple thing of companionship could go a long way.

“Perhaps,” he spoke up in a whisper, “you don’t need to be alone anymore.” His words making sense of the situation before his mind could. Lily tilted her head slightly, motioning that she was listening even if her gaze was elsewhere. “That maybe, there is somebody out there that wants to be by your side.” Her interest was peeked, slowly looking at him as she stood straight once more, turning her body to face his with her own. He held down his nerves, his sentences unravelling the truth of what he kept inside. He had come this far, so he supposed that there was no going back now.

Jacob was fond of Lily, that there was no denying. And with each day it seemed that his feelings had only grown with it, for his boss. She was an incredible woman, that was obvious. And he would be so lucky to be by her side if she gave him the opportunity.

Eyes now locked onto one another as he threw himself all in. It was all or nothing now. So he bit back his nerves and took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Lily hadn’t moved, seemingly glued to the spot as she watched the situation turn into something more intimate. Her thoughts ran just as wild as his did. The rampant images twirling through her head as she silently kept watch on Jacob eliminating the space between them.

It would be an adamant lie if she hadn’t admitted to herself that she thought about Jacob more than she cared to admit. There was no denying a connection between them, and how her spirits seemed to lift more often than not whenever he was around. Surely she knew that eventually this would happen one way or another, yet she couldn’t help but freeze all the same.

Their eyes looked between one another as Jacob’s would graze down to her lips every so often. It had been obvious his intent, and the thought had quickened both heart beats tremendously. She couldn’t initiate though she couldn’t pull away either, her emotions very prominent as they ran through her mind and right down to her body; her fingertips etching as her legs felt they would shake or give out if given the chance. Was it actually possible for the assassin to have caught feelings for the Rook?

“You’re very beautiful,” Jacob muttered, allowing himself to speak and feel what he had been hiding for a long time. His arm slipping out onto the ledge beside her, palm flat instead of balled as he noticed no sign of her retraction, it was a better reaction than what he was expecting though it seemed he wasn’t in the clear yet. “And I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I cannot deny it any longer. You…” He swallowed back. “You have ignited this fire inside of me that itches for more. Given me a purpose that doesn’t make me feel helpless. It’s wonderful… you’re wonderful.” She was the type of woman you didn’t meet twice, so he would make it known now before he missed his chance completely to tell her.

It was all sudden, like a lump in her throat that rendered her speechless for the first time in a long time. He was so close and very open to the thing she hadn’t allowed herself to indulge in. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

“I have grown feelings for you, Lily.” He finally mustered out. “And I wanted you to know,” his mind then took a turn as nerves flourished throughout his being, “but if you don’t reciprocate these feelings for me, than you can push me away and I will never try another advance again. I-I hope you won’t but I will not force myself onto you.” He was almost spluttering, now balling his open palm as he mentally smacked himself to return his focus onto what mattered.

So he swallowed back hard and pulled his face close enough where their breathes were felt against one another. Seeing Jacob this close had Lily truly look upon every inch of him properly. Jacob was attractive, there was no denying that, and every dint and crevice to him had him all the more appealing. Then, a brush of his fingers came to her arm, shooting a valve of electricity through her. She could feel a slight shake to his touch, his nerves driving him out of his own mind, but he was too captured in the essence that was Lily to pull away. His was mere inches, eyes slowly closing as he went to close the gap between them.

It had Lily think hard. It wouldn’t be terrible to let him press his lips to hers, but that would signify their union officially. Everything would change, and she didn’t know if she could do that with many words being unsaid between them first. Jacob hadn’t known her truly, of who she actually was and how deep her line of work actually was. There was nothing but pure temptation to kiss him as much as he wanted in that moment. But if she were to without being openly honest with him or even herself first, then it would be like it all meant nothing; like he meant nothing. And obviously he had not meant nothing to her.

She could not do that to him.

Jacob could practically feel his lips on hers, to enraptured in the moment that he might finally be able to do the one thing that he had admittedly been thinking of the moment his mind went elsewhere. But, much like a hidden blade to the chest, his heart sunk when he felt her hand to his chest. It halted his movements, his eyes blinking back at the sudden action to look between her own. They were so close, which made it harder for Lily to watch the hurt spread across his face. His eyes told all and it churned a pull in her chest knowing that she had been the one to make him react in such a way.

Embarrassment flooded through him as he leant his head back, clearing his throat awkwardly at how he had so clearly put himself out there to be rejected. It was a stab to the heart that had him freeze to the spot, much rather than throwing himself off the tower to the ground out of pure humiliation. But he could see it though, how he was not the only one that had been affected by the rejection. Lily too wore a regretful expression, not wanting to stop him as she had, and creating an awkward tension by her decision.

These emotions were all too much, especially running down her spine with a cold chill when Jacob had hesitantly step away, creating distance between them. She couldn’t deal with it all and turned her gaze back over to the city. The wind was suddenly louder and the breeze even colder now, there was no denying it. A silence sat between the two as she did her best to muster any coherent sentence in her brain to soften the blow. Like mental preparation for a gang war, she forced her expression to become flat and monotone, hoping her voice would match it.

“You deserve better.” She muttered, refusing to look at Jacob as he kept his stare on her. It was like he couldn’t look away, something of a statue as the hurt hadn’t even brisked the tip of how he felt in this moment. His mind began to justify her actions as best it could, relaying that he had been the one to initiate the awkwardness on his own free will. Still… it hadn’t seem to lessen the blow any better. “Jacob,” her breathe caught on his name, clearing her throat and mentally slapping herself for the slip up as she focused on delivering her words as plainly as she could, “there are things about me you have yet to know.”

Her delivery almost cold, and if it wasn’t for the crack in her voice, he would have believed it as such. Though that was all she could offer, nothing else coming to her that could deem worthy of an explanation. So he took a moment, swallowing back what felt like a lump in his throat as he finally tore his own eyes away and down to his feet. Lily noticed his solemn nod, brows drawing together in regret as she watched him lower his head as he stepped away further.

She couldn’t bear it, and without thinking had her hand reached out to grab his shirt. The movement itself had shocked her as much as it did him, the two looking at the limb before dragging their eyes over to each other once more. Lily fought the urge to pull him close once more and apologise profusely for what she had done. That in that moment she would say screw it all and latch her mouth onto his. But she couldn’t. And she knew that.

Her arm slowly pulled away, fingers etching from his shirt and back down to her side as she stepped away. With a louder clearing of her throat and a forced deadpan expression that she continued to wear, she decided to cut the loss short and side stepped around Jacob. His fists balling as his head lowered slightly again, eyes shutting as he silently sighed beneath his breathe.

With a stride in her step, she made way underneath the cover of the building and towards the bell centred in the middle. A trap door was latched down before it, Lily having seen it before but never having used it. But with a clip of the locks, she pulled the door open and stood back upright, briefly glancing over her shoulder to look at Jacob but halting herself as she did. No, it would only make it worse.

“Use that as a way down.” Jacob watched her walked back to the ledge, easily stepping up onto the rails and her eyes never meeting his as she did so. It was almost as if he had upset her, and it didn’t sit well at all. “It’ll be a safer descent to the ground.” Like a kick to his ego, finally finding the bravery to scale the building with his grapple hook only to be shown the way to walk down again. It was definitely a step backwards, especially in front of Lily. And the ache remained as he watched her jump off and out of sight into the night.

Jacob ran both hands through his hair and tugged his locks softly in frustration, leaning back as he groaned. What had he done?

[littlemisswriter]

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The Alliance

The year is 1868 and the Templar domain in London is as strong as its ever been. Until a pair of twins and a reckless y...

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Saving London - Part 4

Summary:

The mere life of a Rook hadn't been enough for Jacob, or so Lily thought. So, with a new gift that would take him to new heights, she expanded his horizons and gave him a taste of what freedom as a new man could really feel like. But could this possibly expand anything else, perhaps their companionship into something more?

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The perfect execution was never easy to accomplish. It all came down to precise timing that coincided with a cunning distraction. Sometimes one had to create a diversion, and other times it appeared that fate had worked in their favour. Waterloo station had been the place, and Pearl Attaway the awaiting assassination.

The assassin slipped up from the side of the carriage, all surrounding enemies unaware of her presence as she ran the blueprints through her mind once more. A minor flaw apparently. That was all it took to conduct such a unique kill from above. The station had been overrun in protest of the people demanding to know the inconvenience to their plans, and that had been enough of for Lily to slip down and out undetected from prying eyes.

The fresh memory played evident on the assassin’s mind as she stepped foot into her Southwark stronghold. She hid the slight grin of knowing she had eliminated another Templar on the list and surely made life a little harder for the Grandmaster of it all. Turning the corner, she could hear the usual training in the courtyard before setting her eyes on the few busy within it. And to no surprise had she seen Jacob once again present, attention focused on his target as Lily approached from behind.

Today he had chosen to proceed without coverage to his torso, the sweat slipping down his neck and back as he put his skin on full display. She could see his improvement. Not only in his combat form but his actual physic. He was eating better, therefore he was able to put on the weight and muscle that he had needed. If he had of been a little taller then Lily would have trained him to be a complete brute, but his quick movements and thinking during practiced combat told her that he had much more potential.

“It seems those Robert Topping’s fights have done you a world of good.” Her interruption had him turn, panting lightly under his breathe as he lay eyes on his boss grinning down at him. He could only return the smile as he stood tall, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead before pulling back the hair from his face. Lily’s brow raised in interest, his biceps seeming to be on show during such action. But her attention was brought back to earth as he had a towel thrown at him, catching it with ease as he now stood before her. “Your form has improved.”

“Just fun and games,” he chuckled, wiping off his face before throwing the towel snuggly around his neck, “perhaps you’d like to put it to the test?” Lily laughed as she shook her head.

“I’ll save you the embarrassment for another day,” Jacob returned her shared humour, “but in the meantime, I need to have a word with you.” Her words had peeked his interest as she came forward, his eyes now casting down to notice both of her hands hidden behind her back. She had something in them, there was no doubt about that. But the question was, what was it? And did it involve him?

“Course.” She now stood right before him, unfazed with a subtle smirk etching at the corner of her lips. Her eyes were mischievous; one could contemplate cheeky and another could say deadly. But who’s say it was one or the other? “What was it you wanted to talk about?” There was a moment, the assassin making no rush to show Jacob what the conversation would hold. Besides, watching his confusion had been entertaining. But she wasn’t cruel, so she nodded her head for him to follow as they stepped out of direct line of sight.

“How are you finding London? Now that you’ve found yourself entitled to more time and freedom?” Jacob took a moment, reminiscing on where he had been before the Rooks and where he was now. It had been a significant change, now feeling he wasn’t so helpless to that around him.

“It’s bigger.” The response earning a chuckle from Lily as she nodded, glancing her sights over to the Rooks that continued to train.

“I have no doubt it is.” His brows creased slightly as he turned his eyes to where hers were staged, before she brought his attention back. “And with a better view I suspect.” She nodded above them. “Seems nothing can keep you down as of late, including the ground itself.” He had spent more time exploring, finding a new peaked interest at watching the boroughs from below. He hadn’t been trained, nor necessarily told that he could ascend to the top of buildings. It wasn’t necessarily easy either, sometimes losing his footing though quick to catch himself. But he had seen Lily up there numerous times, and his curiosity had gotten the best of him.

“Yes, uh, I was just-” She laughed light-heartedly, cutting him off before his ramblings turned into apologies.

“I’m glad.” Her hands now coming between them as she held the item. “Or else this gift would have been a waste.” His eyes widened in shock that Lily had actually been presenting him with a gift. The mechanism was a true piece of art, even if he hadn’t an understanding of what it was he was looking at. “It’s a gauntlet. You attach it to your arm and use it when needed. Like mine.” Holding out her left arm, she showed him her own. And low and behold, it had been that of the same. “Except, I suppose, mine is better equipped and crafted.” Then flicking out her hidden blade to prove her point. The man had seen it before, but up close had been nothing less than fascinating.

“Christ, am I getting that?” Insinuating toward the blade had her smile and shake her head, sheathing the weapon back into its constriction as she held his new item up higher between them.

“No,” she motioned to his arm, and he realized she had wanted to procure it on him, “yours does not come with a blade I’m afraid.” Tightening it to his forearm, she secured it nice and snug as he gazed at it in awe. “But you have the next best thing.” He studied it, turning it around to see a sharp hook fitted inside. “It’s called a rope launcher.”

Jacob’s head shot back up to meet Lily’s amused look as she nodded.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” He was stunned for words. Gifting him anything had his heart skip a beat, but something he could use to excel his training only had him admire the woman more than he already did. Too much one could say.

“Perhaps a thank you would be a good start.” He indeed thanked the woman, eyes trained intently on the new gadget as if a child with the new latest toy. He supposed in a way it was. “I’ve seen your progress. How much you dedicate towards our cause.” Her tone lighter, almost sentimental. “Your loyalty has not gone unnoticed, and that I do not think should go unrewarded.” A gesture, one that had the two lock eyes.

He hadn’t been the only one to prove loyalty to her, as others had been recruited earlier and some with higher skill in combat. Had others also received an unattainable gift? Or had there been an underlying reasoning as to why she only chose him? Jacob liked that thought, being special to her in some sort of way. It made his chest churn in delight as he could only grow fonder of her.

“No need to be so emotional,” she joked, turning on her heel as she gestured him to follow her, “it quite suits you.” He was in awe of the new contraption, looking at it fondly before scanning his eyes over to the others. No one else appeared to have it, and he honestly preferred it that way. “Now, to start your training.” Lily crossed her arms over her chest as a smug smile crossed her features.

“Start my training?” He had been training hours before her arrival. Surely, she meant to resume training.

“With your gauntlet of course.” He swallowed back. “No use in having it if you do not know how to use it.”

And she was right, the rope launcher appearing to be harder to master than a few flying fists. They were secluded, away from the others as she directed him on how to use it. There wasn’t much time for her to learn, seeing as she had to simply adapt to the new mechanism. And if Jacob had the potential as she hoped he had, then hopefully he would acquire the new skill rather quickly.

Watching him for hours being flung around had been more than entertaining, earning a few laughs from the assassin. But after a while, Jacob seemed to finally have a hold on the launcher. Once his aim became better and well stuck alongside the buildings, Lily proposed he moved on to climbing them. He was unsure, excitedly so but nevertheless. He stood at the bottom of a lower building, mentally preparing himself for the ascent. She could see his hesitation no matter how much he tried to mask it. So she offered a guiding hand.

“Do not be afraid of it.” Jacob shrugged with a nervous chuckle.

“I am not.” She hummed, unconvinced but approached him anyways, gently grasping his elbow to keep him in place. His head turned to her as she offered reassurance.

“It is there to help. Allow it to do the work for you.” Her fingers slipped across his arm to the gauntlet, Jacob swallowing back as quietly as he could, transfixed on her touch as she did so. “Once you’ve gotten the hang of it, we can expand once more.” Her mind wandered, eyes still kept to the mechanism as her body kept close to his. It was almost too easy to be around Jacob. His light-heartedness made it pleasant, and his muttered profanities made her crack a smile from time to time. But she caught herself, shoulders tensing as she stepped away abruptly, simply nodding for him to begin as she blinked back at her carelessness.

‘What in God’s grace was she doing?’ Jacob was simply a Rook. He worked for her and did her bidding when asked. That was all. And yet… she couldn’t help but notice the flutter in her chest from being close to him. How her thoughts would wander to him occasionally on the carriage when planning her next pursuit.

“Again.” She cleared her throat, and watched him slowly lift his arm to point his gauntlet. He seemed dazed as well, but nothing was spoken about it.

Day had fallen into night, and Jacob had seemed tired. After many successful and unsuccessful attempts, he had finally used the rope launcher as he needed to. Being able to haul himself up after being pulled from the ground was no easy job, but he adapted. And impressed Lily.

“That’s enough training.” He groaned in relief, sitting back against the wall to catch his breathe and welcome the dull ache from his arms down to his lower torso. Lily’s eyes tore up towards the sky, inhaling the cool air quietly as an idea popped into her head. She turned to Jacob, watching as he began to unstrap the contraption. “The night is still young,” she began suddenly, peeking the man’s interest as he stopped what he was doing to look up at her, “and the view can be quite beautiful if you’re standing in the right place.” She slowly paced away a few steps, turning back to look at him. “Would you like to try out your new gift?”

Her tone unknown; not too excited yet not directly dull either. Was she offering to spend more time with him? He bit back on his lip, exhaling a shuddered breathe beneath him as his chest leapt at the thought. So he stood, readjusting the gauntlet back on. Was he tired? Yes. Would he be content to fall into his bed and get a good nights sleep? Also, yes. But would he turn down Lily’s offer?

No. Put simply.

“Absolutely.” He smiled, and she returned it.

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Pendant

Summary:

A sentimental token of affection between Jacob and Lily; the coin necklace. Though it may look worthless to others, his gift to her cemented nothing but his absolute devotion.

Hey! I’ll be working between imagines/requests, and series periodically so please enjoy :) feel free to offer any ideas to a scenario while I work on pre-existing requests and ideas alike :)

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Across the room to the bottom of the seat stands sat a group coated in green, a handful of Rooks cheering on their leader as he ravished any opponent that came close. And between those who worked under him sat the woman who stood beside him; his lover, fellow assassin and closest connection left in London.

Jane reclined back onto the seat; arms crossed loosely over her chest as she smiled knowingly at the fight. It hadn't been often that Jacob would lose, if he had at all; but when he knew she was present, he never faltered. Her mind blocked out all sounds as she watched the gang leader closely, the way his body would flex on impact underneath the sweat that gave him a certain shine under all the lights. Brows furrowed in concentration as he circled his opponents, while a lone strand of hair slipped out of place and across his forehead. He looked disheveled and slightly animalistic inside the ring, something that kept the crowds yelling out for more.

A loud bell sounded off to the side as the last body slammed into the ground. The man, a sturdy six-foot-tall mend of muscles, had now been nothing but a crumpled mess on the floor. Jacob had once again proven his durability and strength in the ring, raising an arm up to those around him while he endured a lap of victory. Jane kept her smile as she watched her partner indulge in the positive feedback. It was a good sense of a distraction when he found himself overthinking. Her own brows furrowed, and face bowed as she thought back to that day.

One she knew was coming the moment she realized Henry had proposed marriage to the older Frye twin. Evie had ambitions to set her goals higher after assassinating Crawford Starrick. It had only come to prove that if she could reclaim London, then she could achieve anything she worked hard for. And moving to India came shortly after it all. It was a big jump for the twins, Jacob and Evie having been inseparable since the moment they were born; and although there were brave faces all around, Lily could see straight through Jacob's facade.

He loved his sister, and he also loved her, hence why she understood why he leant on her heavier now more than ever. It was a hard truth to swallow, and London was a big city to patrol, so mucking around like this every now and then was always an exception to work.

"Congratulations Mister Frye!" One of the Rooks around Lily called as Jacob stepped through the ring and over to the stands. His chest still slightly heaving from adrenaline as he strode over proudly.

"Ah, nothing to it." Eyes turning, they lay directly down onto Lily to spot her grin already staring back at him. It had him chuckle. "It's easy when you have a good luck charm with you." Grounding his palms to the seat benches each side of her, Jacob leant over and down to Lily. His heat radiated onto her as did his sweat, but she hadn't minded as his lips captured her own in a soft yet tender embrace. The moment hadn't lingered too long, but enough to draw the pair into their own little world. The shouts and bustle of people all around them slipping into white noise as they pulled apart, eyes locked onto each other while Jacob dragged his thumb and forefinger down her chin.

"Mister Frye!" His attention was beckoned elsewhere as he stood tall once more, looking back to see the best bookie in London grinning at him ear to ear.

"Robert Topping," a friendly encounter exchanged between the two as they shook hands.

"A wonderful display tonight dear boy! You never fail to ruffle some feathers!" His eyes averted to Lily as he reached into his pocket. "And there is my other best fighter in London!" She sat up straight and laughed under her breathe. "Between the two of you, I'll be living in a palace of my own in no time." A sealed stash of cash now sat in his hand as he offered it to Jacob. "Your winnings, Mister Frye. And don't spoil yourself all at once." The assassin took the money, counting through the bills as his mind already began to wonder where he would allocate the funds. His gang for one... and as he glanced over his shoulder to his partner perched easily on the seat behind him, he knew she would be another.

"We must drink, sir!" A rook stirred as they stood, the group making way upstairs to the bar. "To your success!" Some getting ahead of themselves as they eagerly strode from the assassins. Lily picked up Jacob's coat and placed it in his arms.

"Come on, we mustn't keep them waiting." She snuck a kiss to the corner of his lips, lingering in the close proximity before pulling away. Jacob couldn't help but ball his fists at how easily the woman could make him feel quite literally anything. His heart longed for her in a way he had never felt before; sometimes it had worried him how dependent he was becoming on the woman. But he loved her, and he had never been on his own before.

So, with a quick ensemble of his robes, followed by a quicker ascent up the staircase, he came to find a drink in his hand with good company around him. The first few rounds had been on Jacob, flaunting his winnings as he believed any good Samaritan should have done. Though as time passed and the drinks began to fade his levelheaded thoughts, he found himself in a carriage making way back to Bertha. Lily sat by his side, or rather almost on his lap as he insisted. Her eyes almost bloodshot too at how many pints she had actually thrown back for those few hours.

Her shoulder pressed back into his chest as Jacob kept a sturdy arm around her waist to keep her there. The cobble had the two slightly wobble throughout the trip, but each assassin simply leant on each other to keep upright. Though a thought did pop into Jacob's mind not too long ago, and he'd been finding the perfect moment to act on it ever since. And now seemed as good a time as ever.

"Lily," he muttered, leaning forward to kiss her shoulder before nudging her to face towards him.

"Yes, my love?" She smiled, the pair indulging in the affectionate correspondence. His arms reached back up and around the back of his neck, biceps tightening beneath his robe as he concentrated at the task at hand. Lily lightly laughed, "what on earth are you doing?" He pulled accessory from around his neck and held it between them. It was his coin necklace, something he always had but never actually established where it came from.

"I want you to have this." Lily's heart skipped a beat as she watched Jacob reach up and place it around her head and down her neck.

"Jacob," she muttered, feeling the coin pressed against her collarbone as she looked down at it, "I cannot... I just-"

"You must." He smiled, pulling the back of her head forward to lay a kiss to her temple. "A part of me. Something you must always have." Lily's emerald eyes glanced up to his own as she sighed. She was truly touched. Though the pendant didn't appear to hold much value financially, its sentimental value could never be replaced. "Besides, now you lay my claim. And the necklace proves as much." The cheeky tone in his voice couldn't help but have Lily laugh as he pulled her closer by the lower back. "I'm completely serious."

"Oh, I know, Jacob." Her hands lifting for her fingers to graze down the sides of his jaw. "I'll treasure it in this lifetime and the next." A soft peck between the two as the carriage continued slowly down the streets. It was the beginning to the rest of their lives, a declaration of absolute devotion. And in time, who knows, perhaps a family heirloom of a heart clasping love story.

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Saving London - Part 3

Summary:

Starrick's Soothing Syrup has run rampant amongst the streets, Lily having located the name of its creator as well as an unexpected ally along the way. It was supposed to be simple; assassinate a medical madman and weaken the Templar hold in London. But introduce Jacob Frye to the equation, a young Rook still in training with no boundaries to his ambitions or loyalty to the assassin. What could possibly go wrong?

It’s been a while and my gusto to write has dropped. But I’m determined to finish this series and post more. I apologise for the looong update x

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Time moved relatively quickly for those that found themselves busy preparing to free London. The Rooks only seeming to grow in numbers as word spread out across each borough for the fight for freedom. Their leader having spent every day with her mind wrapped on futuristic plans for the city; as well as how she would celebrate her glory when all was said and done with the Templars.

It had been a little under a month, and in that time had Lily not only tracked down the mastermind manipulator to Starrick's soothing syrup but made an unexpected ally along the way. Charles Darwin, as he was known. A man passionate for discovery and hungry for evolutionary knowledge. He had the fortune to cross paths with Lily when the two separately took initiative to follow clues on the same lead. Weeks upon weeks of discretion, subtly, and impressive undetected parkour had led her to the end of the line; Lambeth Asylum.

Though the plan to assassinate her first major Templar associate in London had not been the only thing that lingered her mind... There had been a Rook recruited not too long ago that found courage to approach her during celebration. He pledged loyalty with the proposition of being trained, and Lily accepted. Jacob Frye could almost be seen as her personal project; the young man never missing a day of training, in fact seeming to take some form of pleasure from the combat. A quick learner with an eager drive to become better, he had done nothing less to peak Lily's interest.

His fighting skills had only seemed to improve each day, his attention and time dedicated to the cause between his boss and the gang. Of course, when he arrived home, he was guaranteed an awaiting lecture from his sister, hissing at him disapprovingly as she washed away any grime while doing her best to nurture bruises and cuts he had acquired earlier that same day. 'You are nothing short of a fool and complete mess, Jacob!'. Her words seeming to only slip through one ear and out the other as he lay in his bed every night anticipating what tomorrow would bring.

The day had been overcast, dull and grey as it spread its mood throughout the whole city. Starting with light rain during the morning and only seeming to grow heavier as it passed dusk. Yet the weather had done nothing to hinder Lily; still leaping from Bertha just before dawn rose over the horizon and making few stops to check in on her reclaimed borough and the gang. The stronghold was where she found Jacob, waiting for her as usual for their scheduled session. But he seemed puzzled when she declined him that day, telling him she had more pressing matters that required complete focus.

"What? What do you mean?" He was quick to step out from the Whitechapel stronghold and follow his boss along the path to her next destination.

"Remember that slight issue with Starrick's soothing syrup?" The issue was anything but slight, Jacob aware of Lily's pursuit after the origin of the poisonous medication. The irony of it all being anything but soothing, and Lily had finally discovered its maker. "Well, I'm finally putting an end to it once and for all." A few Rooks bypassed the two with acknowledgement, Lily nodding back to the members as Jacob offered a swift salute with his fingers.

"You mean, you found the distributor?" His lack of knowledge on what she had actually discovered had her head turn toward him, the two-sharing eye contact for a moment before she offered one of her usual grins.

"Oh, Jacob... I've found much more than that." And he knew that something deeper lurked beneath the surface. A far greater enemy than the gang of Blighters that roamed the streets. London was so much more than what it was perceived; the picture painted perfect to those that hadn't need look too long.

"What is it?" His eagerness for the truth came far too quickly, the assassin halting her steps as she allowed the rain to capture her attention for but a moment. He was asking far too many questions for answers that he didn't need.

"I will continue alone." Lily came before Jacob, blocking his path as to demonstrate that this was where they would part. "Take the night off. Go home," though the tone was light, the order was clear. There was no need to raise her voice at her Rooks, she promised herself not to be that kind of leader. Her gang would abide her commands willingly, without fear, as she pressed on the diminish Templar hold without fear.

"But I-"

"Do you trust me?" Her hand raised to his shoulder as she held his stare. His eyes offering a sense of calm over her at just how naïve and unbeknownst he was to the world; to the truth.

"I do," Jacob nodded, glancing over to the hand on his shoulder as his stomach erupted in a light eerily feeling. Something that had been occurring more and more as of late. There was an underlined knowing to why that was, yet his head remained in control over his heart; work came first. "But I also know there's more to this, miss. Please." The crease in her brow softened at his genuine concern. "Let me come with you."

The rain around them seemed to blur out any movement. The passing by of carts commencing as a white noise as too did the life on the street. Jacob's clothes only dampened from the weather; Lily's better built for outside terrain.

"It wouldn't be right to see you off in this weather so soon. Just... please."

She couldn't pinpoint if it was the look in his eyes, or the genuine plead in his tone, but something inside Lily concaved. Never was she one to give into someone else's pleas so easily; a thought that did nothing less then baffle the woman. But there was no time for that.

"Alright."

The arrival to Lambeth was surprisingly a quick one. Not much was said between the assassin and the Rook, yet nothing needed to be voiced. Jacob would only need spare a glance to Lily to see that her mind had been elsewhere. The furrow of her brows as her eyes remained trained on the path ahead of them. Fists balling and unbaling subconsciously as she wracked through the idea of what she could plan; the rest would simply need to be improvised.

Though the sight of the ally that had been awaiting her arrival had her shoulders pull back and broaden. The crease in her expression disappeared as she approached the older man with sudden ease, one Jacob had never failed to see her in. She morphed quite well, like one couldn't tell the stresses of running a gang and actively pursuing Templars every day.

Standing center in the street came a man struggling with his umbrella, the mechanism not seeming to unfold as he wished it would. Upon Lily and Jacob's arrival before him, all attempts on the object were discarded as well as the actual umbrella. He seemed startled yet did his best to play smooth to the best of his abilities. "Hello Mister Darwin." Lily greeted with a knowing grin that tipped the corner of her lip.

"Miss Harvard! I trust that you had a productive meeting with Mr. Owen?" An obvious private matter between the two that Jacob had been unaware of; it would be a lie to say it hadn't bothered him to be out of the loop as to what was conspiring.

"Oh yes, we had a most wonderful chat." She shortened the distance to her ally as she lowered her voice, conveying information she knew would be useful to gain better insight. "I've found that the man behind Starrick's Soothing Syrup is John Elliotson."

"Doctor Elliotson? I haven't heard that name in a long while." The assassin crossed her arms over her chest as she glanced to her rook, there being no hesitation from him to meet her eyes. The usual grin still sat plastered to her features, her face relaying no implication as to what she was truly thinking. "He was a brilliant heart specialist, until he became obsessed with phrenology and mesmerism. It ruined his career." Darwin was fascinating with his logical sense, never portraying a dull moment as he swapped his attention between the two before him. "Well, how shall we proceed?" His eagerness had been politely declined by the gang leader, and Jacob had an inkling that he would receive similar treatment.

"Oh, with all respect, Mister Darwin, I believe I should proceed alone. After all, we wouldn't want to attract any 'unwanted attention'." Darwin had been a man of ripened age, but even his wise eyes couldn't mistake the glint in her own.

"Sounds very wise." A pat came swiftly to her shoulder. "Good luck my girl." His descent began into the street as Jacob took place immediately into her line of vision. But the train of thought was cut short. "Oh, and, Miss Harvard, should you find yourself with any free time, please do call on me." His tone having Jacob's brow raise in suspicion, yet no reaction from the assassin herself. She simply watched the old man disappear from sight before turning her eyes back onto Jacob. It was clear he had something to say.

"Proceed alone?" A sigh came his response as she stepped around him and into the arched entrance of the Asylum.

"That is the plan." Eagle vision was activated as she gained sight on how many guards were posted outside to measure the threat. "I need you to wait here."

"As tempting as it is to sit idle and tweedle my thumbs until sunup, I would rather come with you."

"This won't take until sunup, trust me." Her attention averted back to him as she slowly spun around. "Jacob," she stepped closer with eyes locked to his, "the best use for you right now would be to stand here and keep watch. I can't safeguard these streets if I'm inside the Asylum. I need you to get rid of any trouble as you normally would, is that clear?" His voice choked back in his throat as he deliberately bit his tongue. He was eager to find out what weight John Elliotson carried in all of this but knew better than to push his boss; because that was who she was at the end of it all. His place was simply a Rook, and she communicated nothing less of a demand.

So he sighed hesitantly and nodded, watching the woman pull up her hood and make way towards the Asylum. The rain rung clearer than ever now as he stood still in place, his own hat keeping the weather from his eyes but that still not being enough as he watched Lily disappear into it. He had his orders, and he was to abide by them.

For a little while.

His mind raced as did his legs as he eventually snuck onto the property. In disobeying an order, the last thing he wanted was to be spotted by a Blighter and make matters worse for Lily. Though that hadn't quite gone to plan as a young nurse made way by him from the front door. His brows scrunched together, freezing on the spot; would she blow his cover or keep it concealed? A glimpse look of confusion crossed her face, looking back to the Rook as a set of keys loudly clashed together in her clasp. "Excuse me, sir." Was all said as she continued off the property.

Well, that was oddly lucky yet suspicious all the same. Jacob's eyes averted to the carriage sat idle near the entrance as he made way out of the rain. His footsteps left heavy footprints from the rain as his brow arched at the doors being left wide open. The candles inside giving light radiated warmth, yet something hadn't sat right. He still stood before the Asylum, where most that had lost their marbles were rounded up and away from the rest of society. A sense of unknowing ran as a chill up his spine as he proceeded into the building. The halls were quiet with no guards in sight; til he came closer to the mass of patients wandering the area at the base of the stairs.

His heartbeat rose as he slipped out of way, cautious to draw attention to himself. Though he spotted a crowding near the bottom of the staircase, one woman crying out that they had been cursed, tugging her unbrushed hair as she paced around the room. Declaring the devil woman had come to take their souls.

'Devil woman?' That could only be referring to one person.

Jacob's heart raced, swallowing hard as he began to back away, eyes glued to the room as his fists continued to ball and loosen. Until a sudden slam of a door had a chill run up his spine. It had been within the building somewhere, perhaps the same floor or that above. It was followed by a group of screams, ones that were being attacked or witnessed thereof. It was nothing new in the Asylum; but it hadn't been from the sick. It came from the staff themselves, and anything that terrified the workers was sure as hell going to concern Jacob.

Footsteps were close, and the Rook took that as his sign to leave. Turning on his heel, his brows furrowed as his body stiffened. Which way had he come in? The screams around seemed to echo down each hall, making it harder to decipher an exit route. But he couldn't stand still any longer, a sudden 'hey!' catching his attention. A guard at the end of the hall spotted the man, pointing a bat in his direction as he began running towards the Rook.

"Shit." Jacob muttered, being chased down the hall, clutching his hat every so often as to not lose it all in the chaos. Faces of patients spotted him, panicking all on their own and adding to the stress of it all. His heart rate beat through his chest as he swung up a dark hall, his own footsteps echoing to a lone bright light. A dead end. "This can't be happening." Perhaps it was in his best interest to stay outside like Lily had told him. Her anger he would face due to his disobedience was something to worry about later, a dark chuckle coming from behind him. It was the guard, patting the bat into his palm as he grinned menacingly at the Rook.

"You trespassing boy?" Jacob stepped back until he was pressed against the wall. "You'll be paying for that, don't you worry." He could fend off the guard, but for how long against a weapon like that? He was sure to have a few bones broken, his pocket knife not being enough to protect him.

But as the guard stood taller to Jacob, he was suddenly pressed against the floor. A familiar set of robes dropped in front of him and crouched above the once existing threat. His chest sighed in relief as she stood, pulling back her hood as she sheathed her hidden blade.

Lily.

Her head turned with an unimpressed look across her features. He had one instruction to follow, just one. And yet here he stood cornered like a frightened stray animal in the midst of panic at Lambeth asylum. "Jacob..." Lily sighed, but the moment was cut short at demanding yells of authorities close by. She knew escape wouldn't be easy, but lingering wouldn't make it any quicker.

Releasing a final frustrated grunt, she grabbed Jacob by the shoulder and yanked him against her. His breathe caught in his throat as he felt Lily's body pressed up against his.

"Hold on tight," one arm wrapped around his shoulders as the other pointed her strapped gauntlet to the floor above them which she descended from. He needn't be told twice, both arms wrapping around her torso as she enabled her grappling hook, the force pulling them up suddenly without a second to think.

He'd never been airborne like this, the device strapped carefully away in her modified weapon was something to the likes he never seen before. What other contraptions did she obtain? Why would she need technology such as this? What exactly was it she was fighting against to need something like this?

"Jacob!" Lily grabbed his hand and yanked him down the hall, averting away from more guards that caught them in the corner of their eyes. "Here, go now!" She pointed to an open window, hand letting go as she lay eyes on a fast-approaching enemy. Her stance straightened as her blade unsheathed. Jacob looked between her and the window and back onto the man charging at them. "Now!" A moment to think was a moment too long, Lily ducking the thrown fist and slashing the man's ribs in what seemed like one swift motion. He had dropped as quickly as he came, the movement almost sending Jacob into a head spin at how deadly his boss actually was.

But he pulled himself out the window, clutching onto the roof tiles as he glanced down over the edge. Lily was close behind, crouching easily as she pulled her hood back up. "There," she pointed to a haystack in a cart, "we need to jump." Jacob gasped as Lily stepped around him.

"We need to wha-jump? Lily, that's four stories down!" She grabbed both of his hands in her and looked at him through her cowl. The incessant rain drawing his complete focus onto her as her gaze darted between his eyes.

"Do you trust me?" There was more here than Jacob realized. A mission bigger than what he knew and an understanding on which he hadn't begun to touch. But it was either jump now or submit into awaiting guards. And Jacob was not one to give in so easily.

"Yes." He muttered, the pair taking a moment in each other's eyes before Lily stepped back to then leap of the building. "Lily!" He yelled, watching as the woman made a smooth transition into the hay. He was next, and she was waiting.

A hard swallow as he slowly lined himself up in the same spot she had been. She watched from the ground, her heart beginning to pound as she prayed Jacob would make the fall. If anything had happened to him... her heart clenched at the thought. What had just happened? Why had she reacted as such?

But there was no time to think as she watched Jacob bravely jump off the building and come tumbling down towards her. It looked as if he wasn't going to land to fall, and she panicked as her fists clenched. But by close call, he had scrapped the edge of the cart as he landed into the hay, a groan coming from him as she fished him out and back onto his feet.

"Are you okay?" Her hands scraping away the hay before her hands clutched his collar. Jacob seemed dazed, as if relaying what he had just done, and how he actually survived. It was terrifying, mindboggling... yet thrilling all the same.

And for the first time that night, he cracked a weak smile. "Absolutely." As if an insatiable hunger had awakened inside of him. She saw the glint in his eye, the change in his demeanor, yet shook her head and waved him to follow.

"Come on." There they highjacked the sat carriage outside the entrance. She would thoroughly explain her frustration to him later of his disobedience to her order. How he had stepped into a circumstance of which he was not prepared. But yet... hadn't that been how she had gotten to London? Why she was where she was fighting against Templars as such?

Perhaps... perhaps she had more in common with Jacob than she thought.

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Conversation

Introducing my first imagine with one of the most loveable cowboys of the century (and other centuries too hahaha). Hope you all are well, I am back and forth between all works for different characters at the moment. There will be more Jacob Frye content to follow soon, but for now enjoy some Arthur Morgan. All works will involve my OC’s :)

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Arthur Morgan x Jane Lockwood (OC) ft. Hosea Matthews

Summary:

Hosea and Jane take a moment together after the two, plus Arthur, had gone out hunting for a bear. He speaks of Arthur's new apparent affection for the woman, one she denies yet can't help but contemplate; does she hold a growing soft spot for the outlaw too?

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The sunset had settled against the horizon whilst casting a beautiful hue of warm colours across camp. The spot was perfect to admire the view, and more often than not had the gang done so since settling in.

Light chatter spread throughout the camp from those that passed each other with many still finishing up final preparations for chores the following morning. There was a light feeling throughout the gang, having made it out from the freezing weather of Colter and into the pretty camp in Horseshoe Overlook; Hosea had quite an eye for decent terrain.

The man sat quietly at the centre table, being able to keep an eye on the entrances to camp while taking time to enjoy his solitary peace. And beside him sat Jane, the girl he had quite literally raised since they found her into the middle of hellfire that unfaithful night.

She too saw Hosea as close family, the only thing she really had left to it when the gang -smaller in numbers at the time- saved her life when she was but a child. Nothing but admiration and respect for the man that had been gentle and patient with her throughout her reckless days not yet an adult. A handful she had been, even worse when she and John caused ruckus and mischief.

"Shame we didn't catch that bear," Hosea began, flicking through to the next page in his newspaper, eyes glancing over his shoulder to watch Jane entertaining herself with a solo match of dominos, "would have been quite the brag."

She laughed lightly beneath her breath as she manoeuvred another domino. "Maybe we could have if the animal didn't catch us off guard. Almost took your soul from your body it did." She snickered at the memory of Hosea hiding behind that large rock fortunate enough to be close by while Arthur and herself scared of the wild beast. He was pressed to it like a bug splattered to a wall. The thought amusing.

"Well, if anyone asks, I fought it off heroically and live to tell the tale." Sharing a cheeky glimpse, the pair shared a smile as the man eventually lay down his read. "Maybe it's just me," he began again as Jane finished her dominoes and leant back, taking a moment to look at how wide spread and uneven the shape had formed before mixing it up again, "but have you noticed anything different with Arthur?"

The mention of the cowboy had her brow perk up, a shrug following her brief thought of it. "Not really," a glance to Hosea to see the man now leaning on the table, arms folded over one another in front of him as he gazed off into the forestry, "why?" The man wasn't to mention something like that out of the blue with speculation of some sort, that Jane knew.

"When we were hunting, there was... a change in the man." The topic began to descend into something deeper, peeking the interest of the woman that now simply fumbled with the dominos as her attention set on Hosea's words. "A change I haven't seen in a long time." She hummed nonchalantly, her deliberate casual manner turning the eye of the outlaw beside her.

He could see through her facade; she was curious, no matter how dumb she appeared to play. A trait she had developed from Arthur over the years. He twitched a smiled.

"It's funny isn't it? How one can adapt so quickly into situations they weren't prepared for." Dancing around his meaning, Hosea finally managed to turn the head of Jane that now looked at him with her complete attention.

"What are you getting at, Hosea?" He was fishing for some sort of reaction, but too what she still tried to figure out. "Arthur has been as he's always been. Cranky, loud mouthed," she trailed off teasingly, her knowing of Arthur to be in far more depth.

"Perhaps. But not when he's around you." The first hint; one Jane so easily picked up on. Her ears pricked at her mention as her face contorted into once of confusion. Usually she hadn't been so easy to read, but around Hosea - the gang-, the was no reason not to be. "I believe that man is growing fond of you, Jane."

Lucky she hadn't a drink by her lips or surely she would have spat out its contents. She could choke on the sharp intake of air but focused on stabilising herself to the seat in case her weight gave out by the surprise. Hosea simply laughed at the reaction.

"You believe what?" She could laugh, but only humourlessly if she tried. "Is your sight fading on you, old man?" He waved her off with a light sigh, his expression slipping back to that of deep ponder.

"I'm serious," the new idea of Arthur finding feelings for Jane was foreign, one she hadn't ever contemplated before. She hadn't needed too. Sure they were close; they worked well together, bounced off each other's wit and dry humour. Even adapting each other's characteristics from time to time over the years. But this... this was a whole new level of thought Jane hadn't ever pondered, "I've known the man for a long time. Seen him in love... seen him through heartbreak, and everything in between."

"Whatever you're seeing, Hosea, you're the only one." There was a moment of silence as Jane decidedly began packing away the dominos; the chips holding no interest to her anymore.

"Maybe for now. But you will. You both will." His hand gently placed itself on her shoulder, an action he had done many times over the years. It came as calming, compassionate, and patient. It had settled any rumbling thoughts time and time again, and had soothed Jane in more occasions that she can admit. She trusted the man. "Arthur has been soft on you for a long while Jane. But now... now I think he's sweet on you too."

His words had a shiver erupt from her chest and scarce out throughout it. The idea... wasn't repulsive, but quite new. The adrenaline in her body making her feel so awkward. If his statement was as true as he thought it to be, than she would need time to process it, and even see if it held any merit.

"Anyway, let's get something to eat. C'mon." Without much persuasion, Jane followed Hosea through camp and to Pearson's fresh hot pot of stew. A few members stood by waiting for their serve as Jane's sights turned to the horizon.

And before it had she unintentionally lay eyes on the broad shoulder outlaw. Arthur stood close to the edge of camp, fingers clasped tightly around an axe as he swung into awaiting firewood with such strength. With his sleeves rolled up past his elbows and a few extra buttons on his shirt undone to cool off any sweat that built up on his chest, Jane reacted. An internal blush at the new concept and oddly satisfying sight of the man.

"Here," she was knocked back into her senses as Hosea took her hands and guided them around a bowl of hot food, placing a spoon in it for good measure, "go eat." A knowing smile stretched lightly over his lips as he watched her simply nod and make way to the campfire.

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[littlemisswriter]

Jacob Frye will always be my comfort character

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ANNOUNCEMENT

Hi everyone :)

I’ve come on here to make an announcement to all that follow and enjoy my content! My obsession with Jacob Frye/Assassins Creed Syndicate is still as strong as ever, and I still intend to give you more written works down the track! But the truth is, is that I am also a large fan of other fandoms as well, and have written drafted content for them too. There was real intent to start another Tumblr page and run multiple at once, each dedicated to a different fandom; yet perhaps it would be easier to me to keep all written works on the same account.

So (and all feedback is welcome), I would like to expand this page into works for different characters. I can’t seem to keep my mind tracked on one fandom, seeing as there are many out there that tug at my heart and creativity. What are your thoughts on this? Would you like to see what other works I have in store?

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

And may 2022 be filled with joy, happiness, and an abundance of Jacob Frye ❤️ Come, let’s seize new opportunities together ✨

[littlemisswriter]

‘What’s this Greenie, assassin Christmas?’

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE ✨🎄✨

[littlemisswriter]

Imagine:

Being an assassin, and Jacob’s notorious lover.

[littlemisswriter]

Happy Birthday to the twins that continue to control my life in the best way possible!!

I know it has been a while since I’ve been active, and yes I am still writing for those curious. Times are tough and I’m slowly learning that when you feel overwhelmed, that it’s best to step away and focus on re-centering yourself again. I’ve been mad that I haven’t posted the content that you all deserve, and I truly don’t have a good reason as to why I’ve been absent. My mind runs rampant, but the Assassins Creed franchise is my safe place, and the Syndicate characters my comfort.

Anyways, happy birthday to the unstoppable Frye twins ♥️