Assassin's Creed Drabbles

Do I Make You Nervous? (Jacob Frye x Reader)

Red: Aggression, Passion, Sexiness, or Power

Daisy: Innocence

Sweet Pea: Shyness

AN: Y/N grew up in Crawley alongside her two best friends Jacob and Evie Frye. That is until she moved away and the twins began training to join the Assassin Brotherhood. Now at the age of twenty–one, Y/n moves to London with her family and unexpectedly runs into some familiar faces. (To the anon that requested... I hope you like it! It was an interesting combination.)

Growing up in Crawley was always quiet and sometimes even a little boring but you made due; finding your own little adventures. You had made friends with some of the children around you, two of the best friends that you could have asked for were Jacob and Evie Frye; the three of you were always up to some sort of mischief. However, you and Evie shared more academic interests and your relationship was more civil. While you and Jacob were more rough and tumble friends where absolutely everything was a competition; you were constantly racing each other or seeing who could scale the tallest tree quicker. While the two of you were constantly competing Jacob was always teasing you; he had a penchant for pulling your hair and you even remembered, rather sourly, the time that Jacob dropped a beetle down the back of your shirt.

However, it seemed that the joys of childhood were bound to end because you ended up having to leave Crawley when you were still a child. It was painful to split from your best friends but it was an inevitable end as you were obligated to travel with your family. It was when you were well into the eve of your descent into young adulthood that you moved to London. You had thought that this move would be beneficial to you and that it might help you sort out what you would do now that your education was complete.

However, London seemed to be under the ironclad control of one man, a name whispered in hushed and fearful breaths, Crawford Starrick. This man was evidently the one pulling all the strings and London was groaning underneath the weight of his rule. You desperately wanted to do something to help liberate London but you were unsure how to do so. That was until you were walking the streets back to your home past sunset and you heard a low whistle, "Well hello, poppet. What's a pretty young thing like you doing wandering the streets alone?"

The voice belonged to a rather imposing man clothed in red and you didn't appreciate the way he was eyeing you like you were his next meal. He had a much smaller friend who eyed you just as lecherously, "It's dangerous for someone like you to be wandering the streets at this time in the evening."

The smaller man trailed a hand up your arm and you bit back the bile in your throat as you raised a warning tone, "I would urge you not to touch me, sir. Especially when it is unwarranted..." He laughed and gripped your upper arm, you grimaced and grabbed his arm peeling it away from you and twisted it violently in the other direction. He yelped in anguish as you pulled him into your waiting fist and his head collided with your fist with a sickening crack. You pulled your leg back and slammed your foot into his shin hard enough to bring him to his knees. You spun around and extended your leg with maximum force and connected the heel of your foot to the sniveling man's face; it was fairly satisfying watching him slump backwards into the alley.

You didn't have long to admire your handiwork because you felt a very strong set of arms wrap around you, pinning your arms to your sides, as they lifted you off the ground. You threw your head back and it collided with the man's nose; the pain splintered across your skull but it had the desired effect. The grip on your arms loosened enough for you to be able to pull your arm back and bury your elbow forcefully into his ribs