Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|3|. Jacob ♡

A/N: References to Melanie Martinez's Dollhouse and Billie Eilish's 'Ocean Eyes'.

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Under the Spotlight

With the target's intercepted letter in Evie's hands, the four assassins read listened intently as the eldest Frye twin read out the details of the document. Henry sat at the desk chair while Jacob was laid across the sofa and (Y/n) was seated on the corner of the desk, her head resting on her hand that was propped on her right knee.

"He'll be attending the theatre at 8 o'clock. Mister Harbours will be surrounded by people so we'll need to lure him away from the crowd. We need a bait." The brunette assassin began to formulate a plan in her mind. The three assassins all turned their heads slowly to (Y/n). The twenty-year-old's (e/c) orbs burst open as she promptly straightened her back, putting her right hand over her chest with a look of pure shock over her face.

"What?! No! Why me?!" The (h/c) haired female exclaimed, leaning back ever so slightly, knocking her (h/l)-length tresses from her shoulder to behind her back. The lower half of her silky locks hung loosely while the upper half of her hair was styled into a high, feathery, bun - accented by braids - with a few stray strands lingering around her face.

"You're young, pretty and have the talents to catch his eye on stage. We have ties to the theatre. Once you've got Mister Harbours's attention, you can lure him away and assassinate him to find out what the Templar's next move is. Jacob and Evie will quietly take out the Blighter guards to make your escape easier." Henry explained. (Y/n) looked at each fellow assassin, in turn, raising a (h/c) brow as she sent questioning glances to each person in the train carriage. Eventually, she realised that she would not be able to work her way out of this one. Jumping down from the desk with a huff, the (s/t)-skinned female headed for her carriage.

"I'll write out the music sheets for the orchestra and find something to wear. . ." She spoke as she crossed over the layered carpeted floor, "Sometimes I feel like you just make me do this because I'm the youngest." (Y/n) grumbled as she went to cross the carriages.

"No, you were chased by fifteen Blighters at once last week as a distraction because you're the youngest though." Jacob chuckled quietly to himself.

"I heard that, Frye!" The younger assassin called as she continued to make her way through the train.

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"I bloody hate this thing." The woman groaned as she cautiously hopped over the train couple. The (s/t)-skinned assassin entered the train carriage wearing an elegant wine red dress. Its velvet torso hugged her body tightly and attached to flared out sleeves that revealed her shoulders. The skirt of the dress was made of silk and cascaded around her figure like a ruby waterfall. Her silk sleeves flowed like a river from the cuffed sleeves on her forearms, hanging low over her hands - hidden blades were concealed there. "I feel too vulnerable without my steel-reinforced corset - this dress itself if bloodier heavier than the corset if I'm being honest. It's too itchy and it makes it difficult to run. I'm just bloody lucky I have a narrow enough waist that I don't have to tighten this thing any more than I already have." The (e/c) eyed assassin huffed, slapping a handful of organised papers down onto the desk.

"You seem delighted to be in such attire, Miss (L/n)." Jacob teased.

"Shut it, or I'll have your head while you sleep, Frye." The young woman warned.

" 'Ocean Eyes' ?" Evie raised a brow as she flipped through the papers (Y/n) had dropped onto the desk.

"A song that I wrote when I was seventeen - if I'm to play the part of a simple performer than I shall need something to perform, no?" The (s/t)-skinned woman replied as she sat down at the desk chair, shifting uncomfortably in her dress. "I'm able to thank my father for a few things; painting and composing being a few of them - it can make infiltrations such as these much easier."