Assassin's Creed x Reader

Jacob Frye - A Mere Confession

     The bleak winds whirled through the streets, ignoring your journey towards the pub Jacob agreed to meet you at. You pulled out the note that was handed over to you by John, a Rook that frequented around Whitechapel.

Y/N,

     Care for a small at Noah’s Ark later? All on me,  love. There is a rather sedate matter to be discussed. 11pm.

-J

     What concerned you was not the fact that Jacob was out drinking again, or because the gang leader himself asked you for one, but because that lad wasn’t known to have a care in the world about generally serious topics. Bloke probably misplaced a top hat, you smirked to yourself, pushing open the wooden doors to locate Jacob. But if not, this situation most likely involved putting you both (or maybe just you) in a rather risky situation. You spotted him at a table by the window, where he was chatting with one of his Rooks.

     “Yeah, and I told him to sod off or I’d—ah, well would you look what the cat dragged in!” He raised his hand in the air to make sure you were wary of his presence. “Y/N. Glad to know you could join me. ” Jacob glanced at the Rook. “Tell Evie I’ll be a bit late tonight.” The brute nodded, taking the liberty to deliver the message to the older twin.

     Both of you transferred into the snug, as Jacob didn’t want anyone thinking you were a hustler of some sort and neither did you.  You both took your seats as he nodded at you and passed some of the beer, then sighing and taking a huge swig of his drink. You glanced at him, curious as to why he wanted you there.

     “So, Jacob, what is this ‘sedate matter’ that you have mentioned? Evie scold you or something?” You half-joked, flicking out the note stuffed in your pocket and taking a sip of the drink.

     “I’ve grown rather accustomed to her petty nagging, thank you very much. But this matter does not happen to involve me alone. This is also about you, Y/N.”

     Now this piqued your interest, but slightly terrified you all the same. You did not expect him to actually be serious about this, all the more that you were involved. You put down your beer and furrowed your brows at him in concern. “What the bloody hell did you do to get us both in deep-“

     “Oh, no, no! Nothing life threatening, I assure you.” He exclaimed, laughing a bit afterwards at your response.  “But rather serious for me nonetheless. I’ve heard some…rumors about you amongst my Rooks. Something about fancying me, am I right?” Jacob smirked, taking a sip from his drink and not breaking eye contact.

     “What? Where did you hear that from?” This was definitely an issue, as you knew deep down it was no lie.

       “Because I know everything.” He smiled cockily.

     “Jacob, I’m serious. Who told you such a thing?”

     He playfully pouted and sighed. “Alright, alright! Hmph, definitely no different that Evie when cross you are.  But apparently, you told Mary, Mary told Jack, Jack told Mark, Mark told Alison, Alison told Edric, and Edric told me.”

     “Damn it.” You swore under your breath, realizing that secrets will always leak one way or another. Jacob spotted your slightly distressed expression and already had a hint to what was going on. He scooted nearer towards you, placing his hands on neither side of your waist. “Well what do you know, Y/N L/N the Assassin fancies Jacob Frye, the Rook gang leader.” He whispered, running a hand up your side. “What am I to do with you now?”

     You were barely looking at him, but you could feel the smirk on his face. That cheeky, devilishly handsome smirk that you will never fail to recognize.

     “I…”

     Jacob pulled away and glanced at you, concerned about your reaction. He gulped, and returned to his beer, eyes averted to the bottom of the cup. “I apologize for that. Wasn’t my place to—”

     “No, no, that isn’t it! It’s just, why did you bring this up to me, Jacob?” You asked, trying to show the reassurance in your voice. You knew he was a tough Assassin protecting London’s streets, but you both knew he had a softer spot inside that would hurt a thousand fold if ever it’s been touched. Aside from that, you were genuinely curious as to why he didn’t choose to let it be. He could have brushed it off as some mere, untrue rumor, but why hasn’t he?

     “Because I like you and I wanted to know if you wished to be mine as much as I would love to be yours.” He blurted out, almost choking his words. You could sense his pain, and you knew why. Jacob has been rather afraid after Roth. The fear of betrayal, loss, and passion all at once; it messed with his head. “After all,” he went on, “Evie’s all I got now.” Jacob had a heavy feeling in his chest, the same one he had as he watched the music hall die in the flames.

     All of this felt so bittersweet yet touching, and definitely not the way you expected to confess to the one you’ve been head over heels for. You thought that maybe it would be on one of your missions in Westminster, the foggy scenery setting up the perfect mood for a sweet and sappy confession. Or maybe on the train, where you walk into his compartment and sit down to explain how you feel. But no, there you were next to each other, at a snug, with silent tears streaming both of your faces.

    “Jacob?” You began, resting a hand on his thigh. He slowly turned to face you, feeling slight shame for the tears on his face.

     “Yes?”

     You threw yourself into his arms and heaved a big sigh, wordless. As you buried your face into Jacob’s chest, he felt a familiar happiness within him, yet the confusion lingered around his head. “Y/N?”

     You looked up at him. “Do you know how much I love you?” You asked, your embrace on him gradually tensing. “Ever since you, Evie and I hopped on that train, I knew this was a chance to start over. But this just happened to be a mere continuation because I’ve always fancied you. Even before your father passed and I trained with you and your sister, I’ve had something for you. Maybe it was because you always wanted to pair up with me during training or because you’ve always gone to me to bluster about how Evie’s a favorite and all. I loved you ever since. Very much.”

    Jacob encouraged the hug, reveling at the realization that you cared just as much. He nuzzled into your hair, feeling the most satisfaction he’s ever had since he started his gang. You felt his body heat radiate, keeping you warm on the cold, autumn night.

    “Love you.” He breathed out. You smiled and looked up at him, kissing his cheek as he turned a flustered shade of pink. “Love you too.”