Assassin's creed Imagines

The Not-So-Master of Disguises-Pt.2(Jacob Frye x Reader)

Y/N's p.o.v

"M/N F/L/N, you're a woman?!" was the only thing that escaped from Jacob's mouth. "Well I'll be damned.....looks like I'm loosing that bet with my other bartender buddies then" George said with disbelief, rubbing the back of his neck. 

"Uh, why is that?" Jacob asked the bartender, and responded with "I've told my friends that a man could out drink all of their best customers, not a woman". Pulling myself off the ground holding my cap nervously in my hand, "why is that"? "Well.....they don't take kindly to woman in their bars and one's especially drinking" he revealed and that pissed me off. 

"W-what!? George! Did you basically enter me in a drinking competition?!" yelling at him which he slowly nodded. Jacob looked at an angered me then back at George. "Care to tell me your actual name then?" I sighed and pulled my H/C hair back up on top of my head. "Alright fine, but you" pointing at the other assassin, then at the bartender "and YOU, tell no one of my real identity". The two men nodded profusely and I took a deep breath, not sure I was ready to tell my story. 

We both sat back at the bar top and I pulled my cap tightly over my head. "My real name is Y/N L/N. I had a pretty good childhood until I turned eleven I think...." trailing off, trying not to break down. Sighing, I continued "Something changed about my dad, he let alcohol consume him and regularly stayed out late at high class parties. Whenever mom was away, he would bring home strange women every night. It wasn't until I turned ten, I realized that..." stopping in my tracks. "That what?" George softly insisted and it took me a few moments to pull myself together. 

"That he was cheating on my mom. Then he introduced me to a boy, four years older than me. The boy seemed nice at first, but it wasn't until we were left alone that he showed his true colors. The little boy was a demanding little prick" I dragged out the last word, my words filled with poison. "He often say that I would serve him no matter what, and threatened me if I ever even looked at another boy!" "Geez, sounds like one" Jacob added in and George nodded in agreement. 

"When I finally told my dad, he never believed me. I told him over and over again and I got so fed up with it, I ran away" my voice faltering and Jacob placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Thanks Frye" looking over at him with a sad smile then took a swig of an ale. "What time?" "What?" "What time is the drinking competition?" he looked slightly surprised that I was going to take the challenge. "You sure Y/N? I could just tell me you died of-" I held a hand up to his face to cut George off. 

Jacob only grinned, patting me on the back "Good lad" he teased. "In two days at five pm, here in the bar. Don't be late" George called to me when I made my way to the door. I saluted the two men, tipping my cap and exited the Drunkman's paradise with a skip in my step. Jacob only had a smirk on his face and George noticed it immediately. "Remember Mr.Frye, she's a man until she says so herself" George teased him through his teeth in a sing-song voice and the gang leader softly blushed. 

"Don't test it, or I'll never come back here again" Jacob mocking his same tone as he placed his tophat on the top of his head. The cool air kissed the assassin's face, melting into the crowd to get back to the train. He couldn't wait to see Y/N again, and two days was going to feel like agony to him. 

-A time skip brought to you by Jacob getting drunk-

The cool London air blew against my face when I came to the Drunkman's paradise. With a deep breath, I opened the door and the loud chatter went silent when they saw me enter. My cap was pulled down low as I pulled out a chair and sat down. I threw my legs onto the table and crossed my arms, trying to seem nonchalant as possible. 

Two men walked over to the table I was at, both of them observing me intensely. "M/N F/L/N?" a gruff Irish voice asked me, and I locked eyes with man standing above me. "The one and only" was the only thing I said, my words filled to the brim with snarkiness. The red head next to the Irishman sat down across from me and pulled my legs off, scooting my chair closer to the table.