#fryenert

[boethiaa]

You don't understand how much I need them to SUCK FACES

[the-gentle-art-to-going-insane]

So for the past 3 weeks I have been helplessly addicted to Assassin's Creed Syndicate.

Before that I binged Ripper Street.

If anyone wants to see a Fryenert Ripper Street crossover.... Soon. Soon.

Before April, I should hope.

If anyone is mildly curious, it's a 5+1 fic of 5 times Jacob Frye and Ned ran into the Leman Street Crew and 1 time Jacob went looking for them on purpose

[funnyscienceman]

staring at my hands, whacking my head like a finicky tv set why cant i write any ned x jacob. i want more of the fun victorian crime boys. where is it. why cant i write it. aaa!!!!

[adastra121]

So, recently got into Fryenert and I see that all fic writers are in agreement about the window being their trope.

[cottagecreations]

Hello friends, now that I am on my way to certified Adulthood™, I am considering opening commissions for oneshots of my two ~criminal bois~ being generally in love.

How many of y'all would be interested?

If you want to see some samples of my work you can find them here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Everything_Is_Permitted

Interact with this post if that’s something you would like to see!

(reposted from my secondary account)

[circularexorcisms]

Hello friends, now that I am on my way to certified Adulthood(TM), I am considering opening commissions for oneshots of my two ~criminal bois~ being generally in love.

How many of y'all would be interested?

Interact with this post if that's something you would like to see!

[circularexorcisms]

My Fryenert Fic is Successful?????????

Guys my fanfic has 53 reads I’m only on chapter 3 wtffffffffffff

If you wanna read it, you can find it at: https://archiveofourown.org/users/DiamondsdoappeartobejustbrokenGlasstoMe/works

I upload every Friday GMT+10

[circularexorcisms]

Letters Leading to my Heart (Chapter 1 preview)

Hey guys! So I uh...... have been writing a fanfiction. Y’all probably know already but! I’m posting it on Archive of our own and you can find it here. It’s Assassins Creed Syndicate, with the mlm idiots Jacob Frye and Ned Wynert skirting each other and their feelings while trying to track down and steal a new plant based product Ned wants to steal. But something’s wrong with Jacob and it may be his downfall. Also featuring Ned having no time for anything because why did he fall in love with this giant puppy.

ANYWAY! Enjoy these fools’ first interaction of the story. I’ll post updates as they’re Beta’d.

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There are two surefire ways to annoy Ned Wynert. One is to climb into his office through his window. The second is to disorganise the books on his shelf.

The latter had cost Jacob an afternoon filled with completely reorganising the bookshelf and a lecture from Wynert. 

He was never doing that again.

Jacob popped out of a cart of leaves like a daisy in the spring, startling a few women crossing the street. He darted past them and toward the warehouse on the opposite corner.

Wynert Transit Company.

Jacob snorted at the name. Even though some of Wynert’s business was legal, he always found the name a bit obnoxious. For a thief.

He crossed the courtyard and grabbed onto the wall. Waving to a gaggle of rooks calling to him, he grabbed the side of the wall and began to climb. Wynert’s office was on the third floor and laughably easy to climb to. The pattern of jutting bricks was practically a ladder. He was surprised the Bobbies hadn’t tried getting up this way yet. He perched underneath one of the four windows and peered inside.

It was a fairly large office, well-furnished with pretty furniture. Things Jacob thought he’d expect to see in a gentleman’s club. Wynert was behind his desk, doing something Jacob couldn’t see. He knocked on the window, making the American looked up from his desk. He scanned the windows for the sound, certainly on edge. Upon seeing Jacob, he looked back down at his desk. Jacob could almost feel him rolling his eyes. He only grinned and knocked harder. This time, Wynert’s chest rose and fell in what could be a heavy sigh. He pushed away from his desk and crossed the room. The window screeched on its runners as it was pushed up for Wynert to stick his head out the gap. 

“I swear to God Frye, if I didn’t need this window for quick getaways, I’d put bars up,” he reprimanded, stepping away to let Jacob in. The Assassin ducked in through the frame and stowed his hat in his coat. What? His grandmother raised him properly.

“It’s a pleasure to see you, too, Wynert. My day’s been lovely, how was yours?”

“Why can’t you use the door and tell Julie-Anne you’re here?” He rounded Jacob and walked to the door, sticking his head out of it. “Julie? Jacob Frye’s here, I’m gonna lock the door.” Julie said something inaudible, and the door closed with a click.

“It’s easier to climb.” Wynert had plopped down into his chair, moving some papers around. Jacob hovered, taking a look around the room again. The desk sat in the best lit part of the room. It was surprisingly cluttered, papers strewn about it in no real order. Usually, Wynert’s desk was the picture of cleanliness. It probably made him look more legitimate than he already did. There was a wall of bookshelves by the door, full of neatly arranged—Jacob tried his hardest not to shudder—books on all sorts of subjects. There was an open music box sitting on a pretty cabinet. A low table was set in the room’s centre surrounded by two lounges and holding a glass decanter full of amber liquid. The place seeped with class, and Jacob always found it funny how this place was in a Southwark warehouse.

“You just think Julie has a crush on you.” the American said. Jacob started, pivoting to face the desk. Wynert gestured for him to sit and he obliged, swivelling the chair to face him and straddling it. “I’ll make this quick; tax collectors are up my ass.”

“When did you pay taxes?” Jacob gave him a bemused grin. Wynert didn’t look up from his rifling of papers.

“I have a legitimate business, Frye. I pay taxes.” 

Jacob chuckled at the claim, but kept quiet. Whatever Wynert had planned sounded intriguing and Jacob didn’t want to give that up by being an ass. He also liked Wynert and didn’t want to piss him off. Much. 

“I’ve come across—c’mon where is it? Ah! Here. I’ve come across some correspondence between a Mr. Carleton and a Mr. Friskley,” He reached over the table to hand Jacob a printed piece of paper. A train timetable, written with that new writing machine. Typewriter? He didn’t know.

“A train robbery?” He smoothed it out on his knee, giving it a quick scan. Postal trains, by the looks of it. He placed it back on the desk.

“Exactly. I want you to find whatever you can addressed to these two gentlemen. Some of their letters mistakenly turned up in my mailbox, so I took the liberty of reading them—”

“How rude”.

“—And they have something I want. Something I could make a great deal of money from.”

“Selling back to them?”

“And then selling it myself. They mention some sort of recipe and production in India.”

“You have no idea what it is.”

“I’m working on that part.”

“And if it turns out like Soothing Syrup?”

“Then I’m burning those factories myself.” Ned waved his hand in a shooing motion. “You should be getting gone, Frye,” Wynert probably tried to sound nonchalant about it, but the man was practically bouncing out of his seat with anticipation. The excitement was infectious apparently. Jacob was getting the same jittery feeling that he got whenever something excited him. He stood from the chair, already headed to the window.

“When does the train get to Cannon Street?” Jacob asked, pushing the window up. Wynert gestured at the timetable but ignored it regardless.

“Ten minutes, can you make that?

“Easy.” Jacob popped his hat back out, placed it on his head and vaulted out the gap. He was already halfway down the wall when Wynert yelled at him to close the damn window.

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Go check it out I really love these boys.