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Salvation Jacob Frye x Reader You awoke to the sounds of birds tweeting and chirping out the curtained window. Sunlight was seeping through the somewhat non-covered parts of the bedroom. Slowly and almost unheard snores were coming from a figure beside you, and you turned slowly to see Jacob with his eyes closed and a calm expression on his face. You smiled a little. In this state, he looked far from worrying about any of his problems, in this state, in fact, he looked almost like an angel. You chuckled, and ran your fingers through his dark, tousled hair. He stirred, but didn't wake completely. You placed a small kiss on the bridge of his

Stay With Me ~ You rub your tired eyes as you sat at the small table, waiting for Desmond to wake from his session in the Animus. It had been a few hours since everyone else went to sleep and you had volunteered to stay awake until Desmond woke, but now sleep was getting to you, creeping up and making your eyes beg to close. You sighed and leaned your chin into your hand, watching the computer screen in front of you, which was carefully keeping a tab on Desmond's vitals, and showing his progress in his ancestors' memories. Just as you began to give into sleep, the computer beeped and you were jerked back awake. To the right of you, Desmond

"Ok, you got two options. Get on the roof and invade the thing for above, or you could just dash through the front door." Rebecca informs you. "Great idea, Rebecca. How about you let them serve tea and cake while doing this..?" Shaun now interrupts. "Shut up, Shaun ! Did you ever heard the word 'sarcasm' ?" Rebecca retorts. Silence on Shaun's side. Desmond and you chuckle. "Well, I think we're goin' up now ?" Des states. "Yup..." You sigh. You like climbing, but you hate the thought of someone watching you while doing it. And that this one is Desmond Miles doesn't help the situation, either. While you are still thinking about your cru

Jacob made his way to the slums of Westminster later that afternoon to meet up with the Rooks, a gang he was building to take London back from the Templars. It was a long process that Henry did not approve of, but Evie trusted that Jacob had this under control, which he did. The Rooks were very loyal to the Frye twins; especially Jacob. He entered a local pub where he would meet up with the Rooks and grabbed a seat as he greeted them with a grin. "Care for a drink, boss?" A Rook asked. It was a man that was a little older than Jacob, but had a smaller build to him. Jacob politely declined to the offer as he sat in his backwards. It was a quir

Big Ben's clock struck noon over the city of London later that day. It's bell tolled for all to hear as it always had. You could hear it for miles if you wanted, but it's toll did not stop the city from buzzing about the murder that had occurred at the Charing Cross Railway station earlier that morning. The paper boys were shouting about it on the streets as it made headlines and spread like wild fire. Not even the Scotland Yard could keep the townspeople from coming up with theories or panicking no less. It was so widespread that a certain organization of people caught wind of it and sent out their best detective on the job to investigate. A