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A Morning Mess (Jacob Frye x Reader)

Pairing: Jacob Frye x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut

Word Count: 3,680

Warnings: NSFW, Smut

(This was a request from the-house-of-auditore-frye, who had wanted some fluff and/or smut with our darling Jacob Frye. This is me coming back after what feels like an eternity of not writing anything for AC, so I do hope this is along the lines of what you’re looking for, and that you, and anyone else who reads it, enjoy the fic!)

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When you first became conscious of the dim, early morning light behind your eyelids - just enough to encourage you to open your eyes, without forcing itself on you - the very first thought that slowly trickled through your groggy mind was that you weren't hearing the usual sounds of carriages on the cobblestones and shouting from the green grocers as they opened up their street stalls for the morning rush.

Instead, you only heard steady rain.

Curious, you blinked open your eyes, and found yourself blankly staring at unfamiliar surroundings.

The room was small and shabby. A table compiled by a hodgepodge of different kinds of woods sat against one wall, accompanied by a few chairs, and laid out upon it was an empty bottle of wine and a few unwashed dishes. In a corner sat a little black stove, with a dying fire just barely burning within its belly.

Your gaze then slowly shifted to the foot of the bed, as you tried to push your brain to figure out where you were and why. When you eyes finally adjusted fully to the gloomy, gray light of the room, you caught sight of familiar-looking top hat hanging on one of the short, wooden bedposts.

You knew exactly who that headpiece belonged to, and you finally remembered what had happened the evening before.

You were with Jacob Frye.

Finally having some free time, he had taken you out for a night on the town. It had started out rather nicely; he had even gone so far as to take you to one of the more "high end" pubs in one of the nicer parts of London to indulge in a nice, filling meal. At dinner, he had mentioned also wanting to take you on a leisurely walk in the park, before going to one of the music halls to treat you to a show - as he knew how much you loved them.

Unfortunately, his attempted romantic plans had been cut short by the sudden rainstorm that came seemingly out of nowhere, surprising you both, despite being very well aware of London's reputation for soggy weather.

Eventually, it escalated into raining sheets, and given that it had been too much, even for a carriage to maneuver its way through, the two of you took shelter in one of the small safehouses that Jacob had set up as his own in one of the Rooks' territories - a place where he could sleep when he couldn't make it back to the train for some reason.

You then remembered the half-empty bottle of wine you two had shared, before tumbling into bed with one another - both of you eager to get warm and dry after getting caught in that heavy rain.

That rain was still going, even now.

You snuggled more against the warm body of the young man that rested beside you, and closed your eyes once more with a sigh - taking a few minutes to bask in his presence and just listen to the sounds around you.

The raindrops continued to rhythmically pelt the roof, and outside, the sound of someone running through the mud drifted by. You then finally became aware of Jacob's gentle breathing, indicating that he was still in a fairly deep sleep. You blindly nosed at his neck, before pressing a feathery kiss to the underside of his jaw, the newly-grown facial hair prickling your lips, indicating his need to shave later that morning.

He moaned just the tiniest bit at the contact, but didn't wake up. You felt him shift beside you, though, his arm tightening around your waist.

With another sigh of contentment, you opened your eyes back up and rested your lazy gaze upon his chest, noting how the blanket had slipped down a bit in the night, revealing his bare skin - his pink nipples standing up from the cold and making themselves known amongst the dark patch of hair on his chest.

You rested a hand upon it, smiling when you could feel his heart beating.

No, you didn't mind waking up like this, quiet and serene, as opposed to being rudely roused each morning by the shrill sounds of factory whistles and the chaos of London's working class trying to race each other to see who get the most work done or the most items sold before the sun had barely had a chance to fully show its face.

You wondered if there was a way you could wake up every day like this.

You were nearly lulled back to sleep by the symphony of gentle sounds around you, but the calm was soon disturbed by a noisy, hungry gurgling from Jacob's stomach - the organ now awake and demanding some breakfast.

You couldn't help giggling quietly when it happened a few more times - each time louder than the last.

"And what…pray tell…is so funny…?" A low, familiar voice, still husky from sleep, drawled.

You lifted your head from Jacob's shoulder to see he had finally woken up, one eye cracked open to look at you. You simply giggled again and kissed his jaw once more. "Nothing, dear, nothing. I was just about to get up to reawaken the fire in the stove. It's so damp in here."

"It's raining. It's damp everywhere," Jacob pointed out in grumbling tone as he tried to tighten his hold on you. "Stay in bed with me, I'll keep that nasty weather from chilling you."

"In a minute," you insisted with one more kiss to his jawline. "I'll be right back."

He whined in response, but was still too sleepy to put up a fight as you squirmed out of his arms and sat up. Immediately after, he pulled his part of the covers up to his chin and gripped the fabric close to his body, to keep in whatever warmth was left, after you inadvertently let some escape.

Meanwhile, you were combing your fingers through your messy hair, wincing a bit when you hit a particularly dense knot. You wondered for a moment if Jacob had a brush or at least a comb lying around the place, but you quickly dismissed the idea - after all, this was Jacob you were talking about here.

Another shiver jittered through your body as the cool air kissed your bare chest, perking up your nipples and giving your skin goosebumps. Reaching for the first blanket you touched - all of them tossed around, thanks to yours and Jacob's lovemaking session the night before - you quickly threw it over your shoulders, trying to combat the damp atmosphere as much as possible.

You needed to restoke that fire.

Crawling out of bed, you started to pad over towards the crudely-built stove in the corner, but you had barely taken a few steps, when you tripped over one of Jacob's discarded shirts and nearly stumbled.

With a gasp and a soft growl, you kicked the piece of clothing out of the way. You were getting colder by the minute, and wanted nothing more than to get back into bed and warmed up again "God, Jacob! Don't you ever clean up around here?" you grumbled, just loud enough for him to hear.

"Hmm?" A confused grunt responded from the bed, and looking over your shoulder, you saw Jacob had opened up both of his eyes and had rolled onto his side to see what was going on. "What…? Oh. Don't worry, I'll get around to it at some point," he mumbled casually as he closed his eyes once more. "Besides, it's not like I'm running a hotel or something."

His nonchalance about the situation only irked you more. You turned fully around to face him.

"I'm not saying it has to be pristine, but if you're going to throw your clothes on the floor, at least do it in a pile in the corner or something!" you exclaimed softly. "Just so it's out of the way of where people are walking!"

Opening his eyes again, he raised an eyebrow. "May I remind you that those are some of your clothes on the floor?"

You didn't hesitate to glare at him - even if he was right about that detail. The clothes that hadn’t been quickly peeled off and slung over a chair in front of the stove to dry did end up on the floor.

For a moment, you were childishly tempted to not return to that bed - but another shiver down your back reminded you that it was the warmest place in the room, so you quickly relit the stove and dashed back under the covers.

Jacob immediately took you back into his arms.

"Mmm…sorry, love. I'll try and do something about the clothes later, okay?" he murmured into your hair, sounding a bit more awake than before, but clearly not in any hurry to get up to start the day.

"When was the last time you had even slept here?" you asked, your volume soft, but your tone still slightly edgy with annoyance.

He pursed his lips in thought. "That's a good question…last week, maybe? I'm afraid I don't quite remember."

You rolled your eyes, but he simply snuggled against you more.

"Well…" you slowly started up again, "if you stay here so frequently…don't you think you'd want to fix the place up a little, so you're more comfortable?" You had tried to word your concern as a gentle suggestion, so it didn't sound similar to his sister's typically reprimanding remarks - something you had learned Jacob didn't respond to well, if at all.

He gave a pondering hum. "I suppose that's a possibility…and not a bad idea, at that." He then pressed a kiss to the top of your head, smiling against your hair. "Sounds like you have a lot of good ideas about what to do with this place." He chuckled a little, before pausing, as if in thought. When he spoke up again, his voice had taken on a different air. "Hmm…then perhaps you wouldn't mind becoming more…domestic?"

You froze, your heart speeding up at that. Was he implying what you thought he was implying? Sure, you two had been together for a good while, but for some reason, it still felt a bit sudden.

Tilting your up head, you looked at his face, searching for a sign. He smiled back, but there was something odd about it - it appeared almost…puckish.

But that still didn't stop the breathlessness from coating your voice as you squeaked, "you mean-?"

"How'd you like to become my personal maid?" he teased, his eyes dancing and his lips fully twisting into a smirk.

You shoved his shoulder so hard, he fell out of bed. "Jacob Frye, you're awful!" you shrieked with offense as you sat back up. "Immature, incorrigible, and awful!"

"Ow…" he winced as he rubbed his backside. "Oh, come on, love! I was only joking!"

"Obviously!" you sniped back as you stood up once more and began to put one of his shirts on, hoping it was one of the more clean ones. It was just a bit too big for you and contained several faded stains and holes in desperate need of patching, but it was better than running around naked or in still-damp clothes.

Jacob watched you for a minute or two as you fiddled with cuffing the too-long sleeves and buttoning the top of the shirt, shivering as a draft blew through and brushed past your bare legs. Catching that trembling, he immediately lost his jovial mood and got up, ignoring the twinge in his lower back from hitting the hard floor, and instead, focusing on you.

Stepping behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"You're cold, love," he murmured as he nuzzled your neck. "Let me warm you back up, hmm? Come back to bed." He then chuckled. "After all, it's much safer than trying to navigate around the room in the dim light."

Despite still being sore at the slight jab from a few minutes earlier, you couldn't stop one corner of your mouth from lifting up. "Well, you're certainly right about that," you quipped quietly in return. "Well, perhaps if you paid me enough, I could clean up this place for you."

"I don't want you to clean this place up for me," Jacob replied, sounding half-serious. But that tone morphed back into his typical flirty one when he pressed his lips to your ear and added, "besides, I prefer it when you make a mess…like when you made a mess of me last night."

You blushed, the memory rushing back faster than the blood to your cheeks.

He lightly nipped your earlobe. "So, sweet one…shall I return the favor and do what I do best - make a mess out of you?"

You glanced over your shoulder at him, narrowing your eyes just a bit. "I'm supposed to still be angry at you, Jacob Frye."

He widened his eyes just a little in an attempt to look more innocent, but failed horribly by neglecting to remove the smirk that still graced his lips. "You know you can't stay angry at me, love. You like me too much." He then pulled you closer to him, playfully rolling his hips against you with a slight laugh in his voice as he added, "don't you?"

You whined as he caught your lips with his, still pushing his groin against your backside. His hands soon began to wander - brushing, cupping, and teasing every pleasurable spot that he knew of to redden your face more, turn your knees into jelly, and make you weak for him.

So, so weak.

"Come back to bed," he tried again. His tone was much less flirty as he whispered into your neck, but his hot breath still sent lovely tingles down your spine. He then nodded towards the window, before resting his chin on your shoulder. "Look, love, the rain's picked back up again, and your clothes still aren't dry. It'll be a while yet; so, why not spend the next hour doing something enjoyable, huh?" With that, he turned you around and kissed your lips deeply, his hands lovingly squeezing yours. "Come on, love…come…" he then murmured, breaking the kiss and pulling you towards the bed.

You fell into it with him easily. Your previous irritation just about gone.

You didn't know how he could do it, but Jacob Frye could stir up so many emotions with his body, as he could with his words. Sitting back against the wall, he pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling his - subsequently rubbing your exposed pleasure point against his - as he resumed kissing you. Your hands cupped his face, brushing your thumbs over his scruffy cheeks, as his hands ducked under your shirt and gripped at both cheeks of your bottom, pushing you more against him with a slow, deep groan.

That sound that was both heavenly and devilish only served to arouse you more, and you surprised him by grinding your hips against his harder.

"Tease…" he whispered, grinning against your lips before giving your bottom one a playful, little nibble.

"Learned from the best…" you murmured back, trailing your fingers up to brush against the shells of his ears, before slipping your hands into his hair. You gently gripped and tugged on it as you pushed your lips back against his.

He moaned again, and it was your turn to smile.

He soon caught you off-guard, though, when he slipped his hands up your back, before moving them around to your front. When you felt his thumbs brush delicately over your increasingly-sensitive nipples, you broke the kiss with a gasp, and he chuckled.

"Like that, love?"

You responded by moving your body even closer to his and grinding your hips against his now clearly-erect cock, the action making both of your sigh with pleasure.

One of his hands dropped back down to grab your bottom as your rhythm increased, while the other one kept teasing at your perked-up nipple. After a few moments though, he growled impatiently.

"Off with the shirt - now."

He paused just long enough to attack the few buttons at the top of the shirt, launching in to kiss and nip at your collarbone as he did. Getting distracted, he then latched onto your neck, leaving sloppy, feverish kisses and an array of bite marks of various sizes and depths - but making sure to go back to nurse every single one of them.

Meanwhile, your arms were thrown around his neck and your own lips were wrapped around his earlobe - knowing that was one of his favorite spots to receive attention - and you giggled with satisfaction when he moaned your name.

He must've heard your laughter, as he then gripped your scalp and gently pulled your head to the side, so he could touch upon one of the most sensitive parts of your neck.

Now it was you who was moaning and sighing his name as you pushed against him a few more times.

After giving your neck one last kiss, he pulled his head back to admire his work.

"Simply delightful," was all he said, his eyes even dark than before and his smirk even more seductive and arrogant.

God, he was irresistible.

You launched in for another kiss, but he stopped you.

"Shirt first. Kiss after."

You pouted for a moment, the adorable look on your face making him chuckle once again, before quickly tugging off the piece of clothing. You shivered once more. "It's still cold…"

"Shh…here, love," he cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest. "Like I said: I'll warm you up."

"You better," you tried to snark back, but your voice was so heavy with arousal by this point, it was almost senseless to pretend you weren't affected by his seduction. You kissed him again, but he pinched your backside, making you jump.

"That's for doubting me. Now…" His voice dropped back down low. "…let me remind you how good I am at that, huh?" With that, he leaned in and shared a surprisingly much-sweeter kiss with you.

"Such an ego…" you teased in a murmur between kisses. "But I'll admit you make have a talent for it…"

He laughed softly. "That's possibly the nicest thing you've said to me all morning."

"But enough talking," you replied, rolling your hips against him once more. "I want you."

He grinned widely as his hand fell back down to your hips. "Well, I take back what I said. That is the nicest thing you said to me all morning!"

Both of you sharing a laugh at that, you resumed moving - faster and faster. His lips traveled down your neck towards your chest, before claiming one of your erect nipples. You moaned yet again as you again gripped his hair, pushing his face against you more.

"Jacob…I swear…you have the tongue of the devil…"

Your breath hitched as you felt the vibrations of his mouth against that sensitive spot on your chest as he chuckled again. "Why do you say that, my love? Is it making you want to sin?" After a giving quick lick against your pinkish nub, he pulled away for just a moment and gave you a positively cheeky look. It was a terrible joke, and you both knew it, but neither of you cared.

"Only with you, Jacob Frye. Only with you…" you husked as you pressed your lips to his.

You considered yourself fortunate that Jacob didn't share his lodgings with anyone else in the gang, because the two of you couldn't keep your noises contained as you both raced towards that peak of pleasure. The only sounds competing with the ones of your passionate lovemaking were the pouring rain and rolling thunder as a storm approached.

Perhaps that was another reason for the intense, electric feel in the air.

By now, you were panting against his neck and he was panting into your ear as you both kept furiously grinding against each other until finally, after a few hot words swapped between the two of you, the pressure that had been building up within both of you exploded, nearly at the same time.

At that moment, you bit down on his ear to the point where it was nearly painful, and he gasped against the skin of your shoulder, where he had been nipping you.

As you both rode that delicious orgasm out, names were whined over and over again, hands were gripping different parts of each other's bodies to the point of bruising, and neither of you could stop kissing each other anywhere your lips could reach.

Finally, the fervor had begun to die down, and for the next few minutes, the two of you just held onto each other, with you stroking his damp hair, as he rubbed your back. You could feel the warm juices that both of you had released coating your bellies and thighs, but you didn't care. At that moment, nothing matter more than the fact that the two of you were there together, safe from the storm in Jacob's little haven.

Not much dialogue was exchanged between those heavy breaths, beyond soft declarations of love and short inquiries about how each of your were, but eventually, you had reclaimed enough of your voice to speak up.

"Jacob…?"

"Mmm…yes, sweetheart?" he mumbled against your shoulder, sounding absolutely spent, but obviously in love.

"I think you were right."

"Hmm? About what…?"

You struggled to hold back a giggle as you pressed a kiss to his red earlobe and murmured coyly, "it is much more fun to make a mess."

He laughed, despite his exhaustion, and only held you closer, before falling sideways with you onto the bed, so you two could cuddle more comfortably. After pressing a few kisses to the top of your head, he responded with a triumphant smirk, "I knew you'd eventually see things my way."

#Jacob Frye x Reader #Jacob Frye Fluff #my ac writings #(I'm not gonna lie: writing gender neutral smut was a slight challenge but I hope I managed okay!)

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assassins-and-hidden-blades · 2 years

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Hello queen! Is there anyway i can ask for 4 and 52 with Jacob?

09/07/2022: Hey there! Hope you're doing well! I honestly have shot myself in the foot with these prompts because I have no idea which ones you're talking about, so I'm going to take as much of an educated guess as I can -- I hope you like it anyway! Also no beta we die like men Feedback is greatly appreciated!!

GN!Reader x Jacob Frye

#4: "Don't look at them, look at me. You're okay, just stay in this moment with me."

#52: "Wait there a second, did you just kiss me?"

Jacob had never wanted you to get involved in this business.

In a relationship as complicated as yours, the affection had gone unvoiced in everything except your actions. For him, he had gifted you a knife, and vowed that he would ensure you would never have to use it. In return, you promised to keep yourself safe and out of the prying eyes of his enemies.

On all days except this one, you had kept that promise.

The misty London morning bit your cheeks as you did your morning errands around the city, fetching groceries for the day. Your obscured vision made it difficult to analyse your surroundings properly, leaving an uneasy feeling to settle in your stomach. You were set to meet Jacob in a pub not far from here. You had felt like there were eyes on you for the past two days. Part of you berated yourself for not telling him as soon as these feelings arouse, but at the time you thought you were being paranoid.

You proved yourself right when a hand grabbed your clothes and pulled you into an alleyway. The force sent you to the floor, skin grazing over the wet cobblestones. Surrounding you were a group of four, very large men. One of them crouched, leaning into your face. "Got you now."

"Stay away from me." Your hand reached for your concealed knife, hands gripping the handle tightly, waiting for the right moment.

He grabbed your face tightly. "I don't think you realise how valuable you are right now. Your partner is head of our rival gang, and is a high ranking member of the Assassin Brotherhood." He moved your head, inspecting you. "No, you'll do just fine."

You struck with your knife.

The man laughed, free hand squeezing your wrist. "Pathetic. Wouldn't you agree, boys?"

They did agree, laughing amongst themselves.

"Get the cargo in the carriage."

"Hey, what--" The man wrenched the knife out of your grip and the others came to grab your arms. "Get off of me! No!" You struggled against their hold, wriggling like a fish out of water. "Help! Someone help!" You dug your heels into the ground.

The first man groaned, turned around, and threw his fist at your face. "Please, for the love of God, shut--"

A smoke bomb went off, mixing with the fog between the bricks.

You scrambled back until you hit the wall. There were sounds of a fight, but your vision was completely obscured. It was not until it began to diffuse when you saw the swinging of a kukri and the dance of a leather coat.

However, you also saw the swathes of blood coating the pavement. Never had you been so close to death, both first and secondhand. The shock left you paralysed, frozen to the spot even when Jacob slid to your side. "Y/n, are you hurt? Did they hurt you?" You could barely hear him over the pounding of your heart, scouring the bloody scene before you.

Jacob grasped your cheeks gently, eyes lingering on the unusual heat arising from one of them. "Don't look at them, look at me. You're okay, just stay in this moment with me. Breathe." He tried to catch your gaze, and waited until it lifted to reach his face, your eyebrow crease slowly relaxing as air finally filled your lungs. "You must answer me; are you alright?"

"Um... yeah." Jacob's thumbs stroked across your cheekbones, causing you to wince.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I, uh, one of them hit me. I think a bruise is forming, that's all."

"Let me see." You allowed Jacob to get a better look at your injury. Wordlessly, he leaned to your cheek, his lips pressing a feathered touch to the swollen skin. He sighed against your skin, as if exhausted, and pulled you close. "Thank God you're alright."

"Wait there a second," you said, snapped out of your daze. "Did you just kiss me?"

He scoffed in amusement. "One of us had to get the ball rolling."

"Come here." You pulled away only to bring Jacob to your lips, returning his care with a passion of your own. The swell of your chest brought a smile to your face, and the only thing you could focus on was Jacob. The gentle but firm press of his lips against yours, the scratch of his stubble against your hand, the smell of gunpowder and pine.

He pulled away at the sound of police whistles. "Let's get somewhere safer, hm?" Helping you up, he began to lead the way back to the train or your house.

You honestly didn't mind which.

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gaycragula · 6 hours

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Assassin's Creed Masterlist

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Bayek of Siwa

Smut- Bathhouse Shenanigans- M!Reader Smut- Some Man Tit Appreciation- M!Reader

Jacob Frye

Smut- Nice Tits- GN!Reader Smut- In the Alleyway?- M!Reader

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whaleofatjme1920 · 8 months

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WhaleofaTjme’s Kinktober Masterlist 2023

It has come back ;)

Everything on this list is subject to change should I feel it necessary. The open spaces are for you to request - get to it!

MINORS DNI

Reblogs are appreciated

October 1st - 14th: Cryptids, Creatures, Monsters Galore! [SCP, Darkwood, Creepypasta]

Degradation - SCP 735 X GN!Reader

2. Orgasm Denial - Brian Thomas X GN!AFAB!Reader

3. Dacryphilia - Tim Wright X GN!AFAB!Reader

4. Stalking/Obsession - Eyeless Jack X F!Reader

5. GONE FISHING (lol)

6. Hands/Fingering/Breeding - Dr. Simon Glass X F!Reader

7. Staying Warm - The Stranger X GN!AMAB!Reader

8. GONE FISHING (lol)

9. Demons - Dr. Kondraki X GN!AFAB!Reader

10. Double Penetration - SCP 049 X GN!AFAB!Reader X SCP 035

11. Blood play - Toby X GN!Reader

12. Temperature Play - Dr. Iceberg X GN!AFAB!Reader

13. GONE FISHING (lol)

14. Totally Normal Smut Fic - Crack!Creepypasta X F!Reader

October 15th - 21st: For the Non-Monster Lovers [Sally Face, TF2, COD]

15. Size Difference - König X GN!AFAB!Reader

16. Threesome - Alejandro Vargas X F!Reader X Valeria Garza

17. GONE FISHING (lol)

18. Hate Sex - Ghost X GN!AFAB!Reader

19. Spanking - Sniper X GN!AFAB!Reader

20. Mommy Kink - Soap X F!Reader

21. GONE FISHING (lol)

October 22nd - 30th: All Those I’ve Missed and Failed to Recognize [A general free space for you.]

22. Daddy Kink - Captain Price X F!Reader

23. GONE FISHING (lol)

24. Bulge Kink/Size Difference - Jake Sully X GN!Afab Reader

25. Through the Window - Jeff the Killer X GN!AMAB!Reader

26. Glory Hole - Jacob Frye X GN!Reader

27. Quickies - Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick X GN!AFAB!Reader

28. Stress Relief - Nick Burkhardt X GN!AFAB!Reader - DELAYED

29. Gagging & Degradation - Sal Fisher X GN!Reader

30. Bondage, Secrecy, Oral - TF2 Medic X GN!Reader

October 31st: A Surprise!

31. Who knows..!

#minors dni #minors do not interact #Kinktober #Kinktober masterlist #scp x reader #creepypasta x reader #tf2 x reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #sally face x reader #I don’t care that there are duplicates here it’s more fun that way #marble hornets x reader

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assassins-and-hidden-blades · 3 years

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Hey, if your taking requests, can you do headcanons for ezio and jacob that have an autistic s/o

10/08/2021: Hey! Sorry it’s taken so long! I wanted to make sure that I did it right -- thanks for your patience! Also, thank you to @oderintdummetuant , @marshmallow--3 and another (I’ll keep anonymous until I get the green light) for being my beta readers!

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Tagging: @marshmallow--3 // @yourlocalfrenchie // @rahdaleigh // @sofiewithat /// @iceboundstar // @mythandmagik // @itseivwhore // @pink-polarfox // @missbenzayb // @alleycatbookstore // @timbreavery // @dacian-assassin // @thepalaceofmelanie // @asilverraven // @huntheimpossible // @eclectic--assassin // @thehistorynut19 // @ta-ka-shi-ma // @roki3chocoa // @fandomsfanman // @le-nottibianche // @bandit-brunsmeier // @starmoji1 // @spocktheestallion // @salty-thembo // @missingfrye // @xdeimos // @connorsleftbicep

[I should also say that requests are CLOSED -- please do not request anything right now because I have requests coming out of my ears. Please and thank you :)]

Ezio:

You and Ezio were investigating someone who appeared on the Assassins’ radar as a possible contact.

From the minute Ezio laid eyes on him, he was tense. “Y/N.” He waited for you to be paying attention. “I don’t like this.”

“Why?” you asked, not really noticing anything that could be wrong with the contact.

Ezio shrugged. “I’m not sure yet. Let’s go.” He led the way to the bench the contact was sitting at.

Throughout the conversation, you tried to find why Ezio was so apprehensive of this person. He was charming and perfectly pleasant.

You tried to keep up with what was being said, but for the most part, the words became a blur.

“Arances! Come get your arances!” A local merchant was chanting behind you.

Other voices intercepted your hearing. You could only catch that they were gossiping when certain words bled through in clarity.

“He did what?”

“Si! And I also heard that Lucia…”

“No!”

Other than that, the voice merged into a cacophony of sound; one that you couldn’t decipher for the life of you.

“How can we trust you?” Ezio’s voice had just pulled through the noise to grab the remnants of your attention.

“When dealing with people like yourselves, why would I dare betray you?” He smiled.

Ezio stepped in front of you slightly, almost automatically. “We’ll be in touch.”

The man nodded his head, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Ezio led the two of you to a quieter place; a small courtyard that escaped the eyes and ears of the civilians. It also helped to lessen the burden on your senses, something which Ezio could tell was starting to bother you.

“Y/N.”

You looked to the bridge of his nose.

“We can’t trust him.”

“I know, you said before. Why?”

“His tone was implying something. And it was not kind.”

“Oh. I didn’t hear that.”

You were upset with yourself. This was important. If you couldn’t catch the tells of the wrong people with someone beside you, how were you supposed to do it on your own?

You hadn’t even realised that you were biting your knuckles until Ezio’s fingers gently grasped your hands. His calloused skin seemed smooth against your own as he lowered them from your mouth, rubbing his thumbs in slow circles along the back of your hands to provide you with some gentle stimulation without injuring yourself.

“Y/N. Don’t hurt yourself, tesoro. Everything’s okay.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell that he wasn’t an ally. I thought he was genuinely good.”

“That’s why I love you. You see the good in everyone.” He slowly pressed a kiss to your knuckles, slow enough so that you could stop him if you wanted to.

You smiled. “I love you too.”

Jacob:

The two of you were assigned a contract.

“We are going to kill this man.” Jacob had briefed you by using the assassination wall to point and explain who your target was, and what you had to do.

“Okay.”

“Y/N, do not approach him. I will do it. You need to eliminate the surrounding Blighters.”

“Okay.”

He smiled at you. “Okay.”

Once you both arrived at the factory, you and Jacob assessed the lay of the land.

“I see a few Blighters on each floor. The target is the foreman, and he will either be in his office or on the ground floor with the children. If you see him, move away and take cover.” He was gesturing through the open window on the roof.

You frowned, trying to take in everything he said. “What?”

Jacob sighed.

“Are you annoyed?” you asked with a wince, anxiety spiking.

“No, darling, of course not.” He pondered for a moment on how to rephrase his instructions.

“Avoid and hide from the foreman; in the white suit.” He spoke slowly to allow you time to join the dots, before he continued. “There’s a small group of Blighters on each floor.” Another pause. “Work your way from the top level to the bottom level and eliminate them.”

“... The top level to the bottom level…” You repeated it to yourself until the words held meaning. “Okay.”

“I love you,” Jacob smiled.

“I love you too.” You returned the grin fully, before splitting up.

The sounds of the factory didn’t take long to get to you, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

You were having trouble thinking straight as a plethora of emotions began to swirl inside you, frustration and irritation being the most evident.

The screaming grind of old gears, the hissing of steam, the rugged voices of those within… they all began to cause you significant pain. You couldn’t think straight.

You took out as many Blighters as you could, but you were growing impatient with the need to get somewhere quieter, somewhere safer. You began to bite your lip.

You couldn’t abandon Jacob.

Turning around, you saw a flash of white and noticed how close the target was to your hiding place.

If you just take a few fast steps…

Your thoughts were interrupted by Jacob striking from above. His hidden blade gleamed in the light of the factory. At the last moment, the foreman turned around, grabbing Jacob and throwing him to the floor.

Without thinking, you sprinted to tackle him.

“No!”

The word stopped you dead in your tracks.

But you were just--

The foreman raised his gun at you, but before he could fire, Jacob leapt in front of him and slit his throat.

As Rooks poured in from the entrance to guide the children out, you began to withdraw into yourself, overwhelmed with the environment around you.

You began to clench your fist as Jacob came into your vision. He offered his hand out to you.

Wordlessly, you refused his touch.

Smiling softly, he beckoned you to follow him, a quiet “Come on,” leaving his lips.

He helped you back to the train, where he sat you down gently before explaining that he was going to wash the blood out of his hair, opting to give you some space and time to yourself.

He entered the carriage again some time later, rubbing a towel through his wet mop of hair. Seeing that you haven’t moved from where he left you, he paused.

“Y/N?”

When you didn’t reply, he approached gently, kneeling in front of you and throwing the towel over his shoulder.

He waited patiently until your eyes focused on him, staring at the necklace resting in the middle of his chest.

He brought his hands up. ‘Are you okay?’ he signs. It is slow and calculated, but practically perfect.

‘I made a mistake’, you signed back, using the gestures you and Jacob developed together in times when you couldn’t communicate verbally. ‘The sounds of the factory got to me’.

‘It’s okay. That wasn’t a mistake. You did what you could. You were already stressed.’ As he signs, he mouths the words without using his voice.

‘I’m sorry.’

‘It’s alright; All that matters is that you are safe. I love you.’ He smiles as he finishes; a warm, earnest smile that reaches his eyes.

‘I love you too. Can I have a hug?’

‘Of course!’

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Hey Ellie!! How is it going? I hope university is going well. I wish you a very successful year. I love your stuff, especially Jacob ones. I was wondering, what kind of a person he WOULDN’T want as a partner? What kinds of traits would make him say “No way!”?

Hey my lovely! Thank you so much! The application process is going really well, thank you!! I’m so glad you like them 🥰 I’ll make an exception for this because even though requests are closed my brain is full of thoughts and I need to clear my head to study 😅 I’ll be doing the rest of my requests in the summer, 100%. Now, without further ado, let’s get to it!

He tries to be open-minded with the people he meets, so his boundaries are usually flexible, but there are always some absolutes that he abides by.

He's a good guy. Therefore, if someone doesn’t align with his morals, he wouldn't be as attracted to them, but it's not as simple as Assassin vs Templar. His S/O could be a Templar for a variety of reasons, but they must ultimately disagree with their beliefs.

If someone is prejudiced in any way, they’re out.

If the two of you don't align politically, they're out (the arguments aren't worth it).

If they try and control who he is/what he does, they're out. (The chaos is here to stay.)

Cannot vibe with those who dislike his friends/family. If you show any distaste toward Evie, Henry, Freddie, etc, they're out.

He doesn't like people who are uptight, but it's a certain kind of uptight. The kind that dampens his enthusiasm for life.

He hates liars and infidelity. To love someone with all he has is to give them his heart. If he gives his S/O full trust, honesty, and loyalty, he expects the same in return.

They're the main things, I think. I'll have to reblog this if I think of any more to add. Thanks for asking!

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WIP — Apocalypse!AU

👀

#do I tag u guys if it’s only a WIP?#SORRY REQUESTERS #I HAVE BEEN HAVING SOME BREAKDOWNS #So I can’t write any requests atm #wip #apocalypse!au #jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #jacob frye x gn!reader #assassin’s creed x reader #assassin’s creed x gn!reader

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I just got the call today telling me I’m finally getting my surgery I need 😬 which is like two weeks away. I’m freaking out a bit,

May I please request perhaps the assassins comforting reader before surgery? 🥺

20/10/2020: Ok so I’ve left this to the last minute because I’ve been having a lot of anxiety recently and haven’t really done much of anything except panic but I wanted to wish you luck and I can’t remember which assassins you asked for so I’m gonna go in with Ezio, Jacob, and Edward(??) if they weren’t who it was then I’m super sorry

A note from me personally: don’t freak out! All is good, I’m glad you’re having something that will really help you out! And good luck! (Not that you need it lol)

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The Assassins Comforting You Before Surgey

Ezio

Would be super reassuring — whispering sweet nothings as you came in for multiple hugs.

Everything is okay! He’d make things comfortable for you beforehand and make sure you’re doing okay mentally beforehand.

He’ll come in with you and stay as long as he possibly can to keep you comfortable and at ease.

Edward

Is very much an optimist and looks forward to the future.

Look at what you’ve got to look forward to afterwards!

He’ll do everything he can to make you happy and calm.

He’s very forward looking, countering the anxiety of the present with the positivity of the future.

Jacob

Your own personal cheerleader.

Anything you want, he’s got it.

Loads of cuddles, loads of hugs, nice warm blankets and hot drinks.

Reassured you every time you mention your worries.

Everything is fine.

He is with you when you need him, and leaves you alone if you need alone time.

The reassurance was incredibly soothing, curbing all your fears, because when you’re hugging, you’re in the moment, and in the moment, everything is perfect.

These are super short, but I hope they do enough to curb any worries you may have. Please tell me how it goes! I’d love to hear from you. Everything is fine! :)

Also I love scrolling through the gifs and seeing new ones :)))

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Jacob Frye x Reader: Surprise Birthday Headcanons

30/07/2020: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @marshmallow--3!!!

These headcanons are dedicated to you!! You’re so awesome and you deserve to have an amazing birthday!! I really hope you like these!! I want you to have a super awesome day!!

Obviously, this is a reader insert, so this is also for all of you guys too! It’s gender neutral (whoop) so everyone can feel special on their birthday (because y’all deserve it tbh)!

Tagging: @yourlocalfrenchie // @rahdaleigh (your tag isn’t working for some reason D: ) // @sofiewithat /// @iceboundstar [Let me know if you want to be tagged!!]

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Happy Birthday, Y/N!

You’d come home from work; another tiring day, as per usual. Your mood was fine; you were just hoping to get home as soon as you could.

As you unlocked the door, what caught your attention was a massive blanket rolled out on the floor, like a red carpet. One came after another, leading you deeper into your home.

As you put your keys on the table by the door, your eyes found a note.

You read, in Jacob’s handwriting:

“Come find me.”

You smiled excitedly and took off your coat and shoes, ready to follow the blanket carpets.

It led you into your living room, which was pitch black except for long strings of fairy lights decorating one of the biggest pillow forts you’ve ever seen, right in the middle of the floor.

It was the castle of pillow forts, with multiple blankets adorning the roof and two blanket flaps covering the entrance.

“Jacob?”

Your response was the opening of one of your favourite songs, coming from inside the fort.

As you pulled the blanket aside and entered, you were amazed at how big it was on the inside.

Jacob covered the floor in the multiple of the fluffiest blankets you both owned, alongside massive pillows and a bean bag.

He had also managed to build the fort around the coffee table, under which sat many of your favourite board games.

Fairy lights traced the perimeter of the ‘ceiling’, but Jacob also pulled in a table lamp with a knob instead of a switch, to keep the light dim enough for the enclosed space without leaving you both in the dark.

You saw where the music was playing from; a small speaker from which his phone sat, the playlist named, “Y/N.”

“Happy birthday, love.”

You had no idea what to say; to say you were speechless was an understatement.

“This was so sweet of you.”

Even in the low light, you saw how he ducked his head to try and hide the blush.

“Anything for you. Now, Monopoly, or Cluedo?”

When you both had a chance to play all the board games he had gathered, he held open the flaps of the entrance. “After you.”

“Why, thank you,” you teased.

He led you into the kitchen.

“Close your eyes.”

You did as you were told, and heard the fridge open and close, and some glasses clinking against each other.

You felt his hand on your arm. “Don’t open your eyes yet.”

You clung to his arm, unsure of where you were going.

You came to a stop in front of what you assumed was your garden door, going by the way the wind greeted your skin.

“Okay, open them.”

In the midst of the pink sunset painting the sky and clouds, you saw a blanket laid out across the grass against the tree approximately in the middle of your garden, around which lanterns were coiled, each having a lit candle inside hanging off the branches, and fairy lights ran around the trunk.

There were pillows and blankets cosily lumped together under the branches.

Your gasp was all Jacob needed.

“Surprise!”

You gave him a hug. “Thank you so much!”

He chuckled bashfully. “We haven’t even eaten yet!”

You both went to sit down. Jacob had a basket in his hand, which he put down between you.

Inside were plates of all your favourite foods, ranging from starters and appetizers to dessert.

You talked about anything and everything; a luxury you were lucky to have was always having something to talk about.

By the time you were finished eating, the sun had almost set, with the sky a swirl of purple, navy, and black.

Between the branches, you could just make out the moon and stars, shining brightly down at you.

Instinctively, you leaned to the side, finding Jacob’s shoulder to support you as you watched the sky above you.

Following your gaze, Jacob also laid his eyes on the constellations above him.

“Jacob Frye, I love you.”

He cracked a smile, heart warming at the way he had managed to make your birthday a happy one.

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.”

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Hey 👋 I was wondering if you could write a short one shot of how Alexios and Jacob would react to the reader losing their job/being fired. I just got fired today 🥺😢😅 so that would really cheer me up Thank you 🙏

Hey! Sorry this took a bit longer than I expected! I was going to do it the day I got it but I forgot to respond! I interpreted this in a few different ways, so to keep with tradition /j, here are a few headcanons for ya! Could be read as both Modern!AU and in their set times. (I’ve actually written an entire Alexios fic but it’s so OOC at the moment so apologies if this is a bit o.O)

“I Lost My Job.”

Alexios

“What happened?”

As you talked him through it, he would be more than understanding of your distress.

“They were working you too hard, anyway. Now, you have an opportunity to relax and take some time to yourself for a few days.”

He would fill up a bath for you.

Take an hour to unwind as Alexios washed your hair and your skin, only slipping in after he was done.

You’d stay there mumbling to each other, the feeling of safety and security outweighing the stress of an uncertain future.

Jacob

“What?! Why?”

He’d stand there, incredulous at the fact that they would take your job, the hardest worker in the room, the sharpest tool in the shed, the--

“I can get it back for you.”

You smiled softly at that, but declined. If they didn’t want you, they weren’t going to get you.

“It’s their loss anyway.”

He brought you into a comforting hug, physically comforting you but mentally trying to come up with a solution.

“What if... you work with me?”

You looked up at him, wondering if you heard that right.

“Not ‘for’ me, but ‘with’ me.”

“You’d... do that?”

“For you, love, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”

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Mechanic!Jacob x Mechanic!Reader Headcanons

13/07/2020: I honestly couldn’t help it; the idea was staring me in the face and I was too impatient to write a fic (I will if people want it though lol -- I’d high key love to flesh this out more) so enjoy this super fluffy, not requested (sorry!) headcanons because omg. (I could do so much with this... I love this idea a lot actually (mini series, anyone?))

Tagging: @marshmallow--3 (let me know if you want to be tagged!)

Feedback is always appreciated! :D

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Owning a side business, since you both have a main job already (kicking Abstergo in the balls, mostly).

You would start off with just repairing your own cars.

It turned into an easy way to make money (easy, not quick).

You would rent a garage where you could house your current project and tools.

Some tasks required you to take it in turns, others needed two pairs of hands.

Jacob would be wearing a vest shirt and old jeans to avoid getting oil and grease on his nicer clothes.

Occasionally, you would spot a wing poking out from under it, his other tattoo as bright as day on his shoulder.

You watching him as he screwed in bolts or needed to adjust a part which would require a bit more force.

He found you staring, glancing sideways towards you for a second.

Without faltering, his eyes returned to his hands, a side smirk appearing on his face.

“Enjoying the view?”

You laughed off the embarrassment of being caught.

“Can’t beat it.”

Your heart jumped when he chuckled at your response, gaze every so often flicking between you and his work.

Oh no.

Oh, no.

You were not in love with your best friend.

Were you?

A clattering noise brought you back into the present. “Shit.”

Jacob brought his grease covered hands to lean against the edge of the car and sighed. “I dropped it.”

Your lip quirked upwards, gesturing for him to move.

He grabbed a rag to clean his hands as he watched your arm reach for the protective tray at the bottom of the car.

You felt around the various chunks of dirt on the tray beneath the engine, surprisingly not disgusted.

After a few moments of searching, your fingers brushed against the wayward bolt. “Found it.”

When you brought it out, you were momentarily surprised at how much dirt coated your hand, almost completely staining your skin.

As you offered the bolt to an impressed Jacob, you saw him looking at you with a soft grin.

“What?”

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Really? Where?”

He walked up to you, a smile changing into a smirk as he brought his thumb up.

“There.”

He streaked some grease over your cheek.

You recoiled, chuckling at his antic.

“You got me… high five?”

As he extended his arm, your recently blackened hand shot up and spread dirt down to his wrist.

He groaned in disgust, descending quickly into laughter.

“I deserved that.” He chucked you a spare rag and picked up his own, rubbing the grease off before it stained his skin more than it already had.

You still had the bolt in your hand, and decided to take over.

“Why wasn’t it screwing in?”

“You try screwing something in upside down!”

You used your fingers to turn the bolt until it began to bite, and used a socket wrench to try and tighten it.

It couldn’t work, and you figured it was because the socket was too deep; it was meant for longer bolts.

“Hey, Jacob, could you get me a--”

The new socket you wanted was already in his hand; indented in the middle for shorter bolts, allowing for it to screw in.

“Thanks, genius.”

“You’re welcome, genius.”

You grinned like your crush had just asked you out.

Well…

Slowly, you found the bolt tightening, and it was soon secured in place.

“We did it!”

There was a sincere high five here.

Jacob leaned against the open hood of the car, watching as you wiped your hands.

He couldn’t stop smiling when he looked at you.

You looked over at him, shyly returning it.

“Enjoying the view?” you joked.

“Can’t beat it.” His flirty smirk and wink caused your heart to leap again.

Quickly, you shook off your bashfulness

“So, what’s next?”

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Don’t Let Go

So this is a sequel (not requested) to Hold On that I really loved writing… I hope you all enjoy it, because I’m really nervous on posting it. I decided on the sequel after very careful thought, not wanting to ruin ‘Hold On’; but after scrutinising every detail, I hope people can have fun reading this. Also, over 2.5K words -- that’s a first lmao.

Also, this was beta read by none other than @marshmallow--3! So, thank you, Sam! Go check them out -- they’re awesome!

Obviously, this is going to diverge from canon A LOT here -- so bear that in mind.

I could write this plot forever omfg I was finding it hard to stop -- I’m really sad to be putting this away now, but I could always write drabbles relating to it *wink wink*

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! I’d love to know what you all think; every comment/reblog is precious to me haha.

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The link to Hold On is HERE

Warnings: Violence, Angst with a fluffy ending. No swearing, (miraculously)

Days went by. Your body lay in the train; Jacob couldn’t figure out what to do with it.

He couldn’t eat, sleep or even hold a conversation. Evie couldn’t communicate with him, as he would never reply. His mind was always occupied, for if it wasn’t, it would always end up in the most terrifying places.

The deprivation of necessities had taken its toll on his body. He was becoming fatigued after only a few hours, and he would frequently pass out from lack of sleep on top of his work, only to be woken up by re-enactments of the one moment he wished he could forget. He would be left gasping, sweating; clutching his chest as his anxiety and fear left an agony that squeezed his heart. In fact, the only time he managed to get any sleep was when it was dreamless.

In order to keep his mind busy, he studied.

Clad in only a shirt and breeches, he spent all his time pouring over the books in the train, for it was only a matter of time before you couldn’t be saved, and he had to let you go. There was a reason you mentioned the shroud, after all. Henry had talked about it once, when him and Evie went to visit the Kenway Estate. So he focused all his time on it, delving deep into lore.

One particular book was being heavily scrutinised by his hazel eyes. It was not a particularly interesting book, and in a half second of laziness, his Eagle Vision crackled through. The colours on the page, however, was not what he expected.

The words on the page turned from different types of fabrics to something much more relevant. It wrote about one certain thread; a material so powerful, it could hold the Elixir of Life.

It could resurrect people -- it was the fabric of the Shroud.

And Starrick had it.

Dressing, Jacob shrugged his overcoat over his shoulders and sifted his hand through his hair to allow his hat to sit on it. In the past, you would have done that.

Hopefully you would do so again.

He looked out over the sunset of the city as the train moved, adjusting his hat. His coat whipped at his knees; it was time to find that shroud.

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The night was freezing. The temporary Stronghold was heavily guarded, and was also very sophisticated; it could easily be mistaken for a house belonging to a wealthy family. He sat on a roof overlooking the property. The easiest entrance seemed to be through the balcony, but it seemed extremely easy.

He took the risk; he was already on a time limit.

However, as he leapt towards the balcony, he didn’t take into account his weakened state from lack of sleep and food. Instead of landing inside the balcony, his fingers had just about brushed against the railings. He had a lot of trouble pulling himself up and over, his muscles already beginning to ache. In the cold, his fingers fumbled around his lockpicks. It didn’t take long for him to open the window, but the lack of urgency of his body was beginning to frustrate his mind.

Jacob stalked the halls, peering into every room, and working downwards. There were a few close calls where he was almost caught, but he blended into the shadows quick enough to hide.

He reached the ground floor, and made a beeline to the one door that stood out over all of the others. It had locks spanning from the top to the bottom of the door. Inwardly, he huffed.

He almost made it without being detected.

That was, until a force pushed him face first into the wall. A hand grappled to reach his throat. Jacob elbowed the enemy on instinct, and managed to turn enough to kick a brute away. He grinned maliciously. “Don’t look too good, Frye.”

Already in a foul mood, Jacob snarled. “Wait until you see the other bloke.” He unsheathed his hidden blade and struck like a viper towards his neck.

His wrist got caught.

The brute bent his hand and manipulated his arm to persuade Jacob to collapse on one knee. He tried to mask his pain, sharp breaths exhaled instead of pained grunts, which sat in the back of his throat. His nostrils flared as he tried to jab the brute’s leg, and what was between them. However, instead of letting go, the brute pulled against his arm harder, releasing a pained noise. Jacob’s other hand came to ease the pressure his perpetrator was putting on his bone. He could hear and feel it began to crack. “One too many beers, Frye,” the brute tutted. “Disappointing, really.” In one smooth motion his arm snapped.

He yelled, the brute throwing him to his side. Before he could get up, a shoe was pressed firmly against his limb, evoking another pained noise. Jacob’s other hand tried to pry it off. “D’you recognise me, Frye?” He pushed an inch harder to keep the gang leader’s attention. Squinting, Jacob did agree that there was some familiarity to his face.

“I can’t remember angering such a handsome fellow; we can always reschedule those beers,” he panted, trying to ignore the throbbing through a pained smile.

The man smiled angrily, pressing down harder as he placed his other foot against his throat. “You murdered my twin brother.” Jacob squinted again, and realised who he reminded him of.

He growled. “Your twin brother murdered my lover.”

Against the wall hung a spear on display, it was unknown whether it was old or fake. “And now…” He pushed the point against the centre of his chest, where Jacob’s hand struck out to grab the shaft above the blade, attempting to prevent the piercing of his skin. “I can finish the job. First you; slowly, painfully, and then--”

All the pressure against Jacob disappeared. As air flooded through his lungs, his good hand dropped the spear and took out a small, agile throwing knife. He looked and threw it within one adrenaline-filled second.

The brute went limp, bleeding out of his exploded eye socket.

He drew in a few breaths, to take in oxygen and to calm the anxiety. A figure came into view, offering a hand out. The shadow looked familiar, and for a moment, he wondered…

“Good throw.” Evie smiled softly with a gleam of concern.

“I was aiming between the eyes.” He took the help, groaning softly at the pain in the arm he held against his chest. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to help my little brother -- and I want to get my best friend back.”

Jacob smiled, grateful for the backup.

“Why don’t you leave the combat to me?”

For once, that was something he could agree with.

Evie picked the locks efficiently; it took no longer than a minute or two to get through all of them.

The dark, damp room was completely bare, void of windows and furniture, except for a single chest. It was big, it was grand, and it was definitely First Civilisation. It had various cracks, through which a mysterious light glowed. Evie knelt by the chest, and by methods unknown to Jacob, managed to open it. Inside was the most intimately woven shawl he had ever seen, showered in silver and gold. Picking it up, she partly unfolded it, moving to wrap it around Jacob’s arm. He recoiled. “What--”

“Jacob, trust me.” He relented, not being in much of a state to complain.

“Let’s get out of here.”

As they escaped out of the back door of the mansion, Jacob began to feel his neck begin to tingle. There was no doubt that there were bruises there, but he’s never felt them actually prick before. By the time they were clear of the territory, the throbbing began to worsen in his arm. “Evie, I don’t think it’s--” his vision blacked out suddenly, and his knees buckled beneath him. Evie managed to catch half of him, his weight still taking him to the floor. She leaned him against the wall. “Jacob? Are you alright?”

He furrowed his brows. “Aye; I just couldn’t see for a moment.” He was about to get up before he felt a peculiar feeling in his arm, before he felt his bone snap again. He winced with a yell, before the pain all but disappeared. He exchanged glances with a very worried Evie before he tentatively pulled the shroud off of his arm. There was no pain, and he could move it just fine.

“It works.” Jacob got up, hiding the shroud under his coat. “Back to the train.” He tripped over his words excitedly -- the hope in his eyes had returned.

“Race you there?” Evie smirked.

In a sudden heart palpitation, he agreed.

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Jacob never waited for the train to stop, and instead leapt into the open door before Evie would even consider it safe. He unbuckled his gauntlet and threw his coat off without caring whether they would hit his sofa or his floor, heading to your carriage with the folded shroud in hand. Henry was inside, watching over you. With no time for words he unfolded the fabric and pulled it over your shoulders so it would cover your torso.

Henry was left starstruck. “How--”

Evie entered the carriage. “So?”

Jacob watched, eyes scrutinising every inch of the shroud. He lightly shook his head, expression not changing.

He became restless very quickly, from rolling up his sleeves to keep his fingers occupied to pacing the length of the carriage, never once taking his eyes off of you. As soon as he let go of the shroud, he could feel all of his energy dissipating with it -- he was extremely tired and hungry again, but his anxiety wouldn’t let him look after his own body -- he could only think about you.

As seconds turned to minutes, he became more sleep deprived, and therefore a lot more frustrated. He could feel it bubbling in his chest, and he resorted to the one thing he knew would calm it.

“I’m getting a drink.”

As he walked into the bar carriage, all conversations and laughter disappeared. He knew it wasn’t because of how he was dressed, but rather the look on his face. “Keep talking,” he ordered, praying for his Rooks to just ignore him for once as he sat at the bar. Gesturing for a whisky, he hunched over his glass, savouring the burn as he knocked the liquid down his throat. He was worried that it wasn’t going to work; that it would all be for nought. As quick as his hope had returned, it was quickly seeping away. He felt the tears prick his eyes, and properly downed his glass to keep them at bay, ordering another one to nurse slowly… just in case sobriety was needed.

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He took care in making his second drink last as long as possible. Once he had pushed the glass back to the bartender, he didn’t ask for another one, and instead put his head in his hands, threading his fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. When the door opened, he didn’t look up at first, thinking it was another rook. So he just ignored it, clasping a hand over the other to work as a chin rest. What confused him was the look the bartender gave the ‘rook’ who came in. He turned over his shoulder once he realised that the crowd had once again gone quiet. They were all staring too. Furrowing his brows, he turned to look at the door.

His heart skipped a beat and he froze. It was silent as he drank in the scene before him. He swallowed thickly, pushed himself off of his stool and walked with loud purpose. One hand wrapped tightly around your waist, and the other cradled your head. He rested his cheek on the top of your head and just stood there. You brought your arms around his back, and felt his shoulders begin to shake.

“I’m so sorry,” he sobbed under his breath.

“Jacob, Jacob.” You pulled him off of you and grasped his face in your hands. One of his own came over your hand while the other caressed your cheek. “Breathe.” You saw him inhale a shuddering breath, composing himself. “I’m here now; it’s okay.” Smiling, he pulled you to his lips, dipping down to close the height gap. You laughed against his lips once you heard the whooping of the Rooks around you. Although you both broke apart, your noses stayed touching. Jacob sniffed noisily, but you didn’t move. “Yuck,” you joked.

For the first time in forever, Jacob laughed. It felt foreign, but he welcomed it. He pecked your lips again, a smile fixed on his face. You trailed your fingers across his left forearm. “How’s your arm?”

Jacob squinted. “How do you--” Looking up, he saw Evie and Henry in the doorway. They both looked like they’d been crying. Jacob shared a twin look at his sister. Thank you, it said.

Evie smiled, another tear running down her face as she gave him one back. No -- thank you, it replied.

Jacob brought you into another hug, holding you less tightly this time around, but just as securely.

“I love you, Y/N. So much.”

“I love you more, Jacob.”

“That’s not possible.”

“Anything’s possible.”

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BONUS:

Evening

Jacob had finally succumbed to sleep. You watched him try and stay awake, but you negotiated until he finally lost interest and dozed off, his bottom half fully dressed, but top half shirtless; sleeping in a bloodied shirt was not going to be nice at all. Stuff like that always got him yawning. Evie came into the room quietly, fully aware of the lack of sleep Jacob had had recently. She greeted you with a sisterly hug. “Are you not going to join him?” she asked, watching over her brother’s sleeping form. “I’ve been sleeping for days, Evie. I’m anything but tired.”

She chuckled, patting your shoulder. “Henry and I are in my carriage if you need us.”

You pulled a suggestive face. “Ah, I see how it is.”

Blushing, she tried to hide a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her tone showed that she knew exactly what you were talking about. You raised both of your eyebrows. “Don’t tell Jacob,” she whispered with a bashful smile, leaving you and Jacob alone.

Looking at Jacob, you mulled over your thoughts. Coming to a quick conclusion, you did decide to join him. You stripped yourself of your heavy clothing and joined him in his bed in a blouse and breeches. As you settled next to him, you felt his arm enclose protectively around you.

“So, Evie and Greenie, huh?”

Your eyes widened. “Uh…”

His chest rumbled in a sleepy chuckle as he responded in an equally sleepy voice. “Don’t worry, she’ll never know that I know.”

It didn’t take long for his breathing to deepen again, and slowly you began to drift off as well, relieved that you’ll be able to wake up again.

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