Assassin's creed Imagines

The Not-So-Master Of Disguises-Pt.1(Jacob Frye x reader)

-The lyrics of the other side belong to the greatest showman, not me

-in the first flashback you are about 11-12, then in the second flashback you are about 17-18

-(M/N):male name

-(F/L/N): fake last name

-(B/F/N):best friend's name

-(F/C):favorite color

Flashback

The rain pounded down hard on the young girl, running down the stone streets of London. Her tears seemed to be masked by the rain but she didn't dare stop. She was running away and vowed to never look back. She was suddenly stopped in her tracks when a face full of brown soon blinded her and she fell backwards into the mud. The child's whole body tensed in fear of hearing her father's voice, but was met by the voice of woman. 

"Dear child, what are doing out in rain?" an elderly woman knelt down to the young one's level. The child dared not to speak, in complete that her father could be hiding anywhere. "Do you at least of a parent near by?" the girl spied her chance and quickly shook her head no. The elder stood up, offering her hand to the small girl and with no hesitation, she grasped the wrinkled hand in her soft one. 

The two walked down the street, the girl happy that she was sheltered from the rain by the lady's umbrella. (In case if you are wondering, umbrellas were invented in the 1780s)

After a few more twists and turns, we soon came upon the children's home in the distance. The little girl stood behind the elderly woman as she lightly knocked on the door. "Coming!" a muffled voice came from behind the door, the voices of children echoing in the background. A middle aged woman opened the door with a tired smile on her face. 

"Oh! Sister Joy! What are you doing here?" the woman asked, her shoulders becoming more relaxed. "Hello Jane! I've found this young girl on the streets and says she has no parent" Sister Joy relayed to the caretaker, her gaze falling down upon the rain-soaked girl's thin frame. "She will be taken care of Sister Joy, I assure you" the caretaker slowly reached out her hand waiting for the child to take it. 

There was a moment of hesitation before gently grabbing Jane's hand. The girl was welcomed in by the warmth of the large building and took one last look at Sister Joy. "You will be alright little one, I promise" her soft voice assuring me that I would be okay. Closing the large door behind her and guided me down the large hallway. 

Another Flashback

A figure stood outside on the footsteps of the children's home with a suitcase in their right hand. Jane was standing in the doorway of the large building, tucking a strand of graying brown hair behind her ear. "I guess this is goodbye M/N" Jane told the figure, trying to hold back tears. "I know Jane, but I have to answer the creed for B/F/N. For all those kids that were taken by the workforce of those Templar bastards" she nodded slowly then waved her teary eyes. 

Smiling softly, the figure stepped up to face their mother figure of about the last 6 years. "Just make sure if your father ever shows up and tries to marry you off to that jerk again, you can come here" taking the figure's hands in hers firmly. 

"Thank you Jane, I will keep that in mind" the figure hugged the crying woman tightly, trying not to break down themselves. "You may be known as M/N F/L/N, but you'll always be my little Y/N L/N" sobbing into Y/N's shoulder, rocking her adopted daughter in her arms. Y/N slowly let go of Jane and with the tip of her cap, she stepped into the carriage waiting for her as M/N F/L/N.

Current time

Y/N's p.o.v

The feeling of my fist cracking into the side of the Blighter's face felt invigorating. The man fell to the ground grunting in pain and I wiped my bloodied lip. "If you ever try to hurt your wife and son again, I will make sure to hurt you personally" threatening with my fist ready to strike again, and my hidden blade if I needed it.