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Her fingers were cold, practically lifeless as he held onto them tightly. Her usually vibrant skin was pale, alarmingly so despite the dull contrast provided by the lack of light in the train car. There was the occasional span of light that could be seen gliding across the wall as it shined in from the city outside, the only other semblance of light in the cabin coming from the fireplace in the corner. It seared with heat in a vain attempt to warm up his beloved currently lying under layers of blankets.

Her brow was creased in what he knew was agony, a slight sheen of sweat across her face reflecting the light from the fire. He could feel, even through just holding her hand, how much her body still trembled, incapable to produce enough body heat to sustain itself. What caused a wave of pain to wrap around his lungs, however, a throbbing settling in the back of his throat, were the whimpers that refused to stop. When it got bad and her soft cries became mingled with suffering moaning and sobbing it was all he could do to clench his jaw and try to comfort her, swallowing in his own pitiful attempts to keep his glistening eyes from overflowing.

His hair was probably a mess from all the times he had ran his hands through it, his clothes most likely looking tatty by now. He was unsure how many hours it had been since they placed her here, him having grabbed the nearby chair from the desk to sit by her, not moving since. He could care less about what time it was though, preoccupying himself with his other hand as he gently stroked the back of his knuckles down her cheek. He wasn’t sure if she could hear him or not, but it was worth a try.

“I know you can pull through this, love…” He trailed off, his voice but a whisper as he leaned in, his head coming to rest next to her own on the pillow. The hand that wasn’t already wrapped around her digits was up by her hair, his fingers running through the strands as his red-rimmed eyes took another glance at the dull pallor of her skin. Despite the constant whimpers being muttered under her breath, he couldn’t help but suddenly squeeze his eyes shut as another great cry escaped her. His lips quivered for a moment before he sucked in a breath and swallowed the lump in his throat, burying his nose in the crown of her hair as he kissed her temple.

“Please…” He croaked, his throat dry as he struggled to speak. This was his fault. She was only like this because of him. He could have done the mission by himself, he knew he should have done it by himself, but she once again managed to convince him to tag along. It wasn’t that he didn’t have faith in her skills, in fact, she was one of the best fighters he had ever seen, but he knew the repercussions of this particular assignment while she didn’t. The very thing they had set out to destroy had been used to bring her downfall. He saw the knife in his hand as they fought, saw how his own gun was too slow as he shot a second too late, the blade cutting her before being thrown across the room from the bullet hitting its mark. The wound itself was nothing serious, of course, but it was all that was needed to begin the count down of the minutes she had left to live. 

He was taken out of his sudden recall at the sound of her pained voice, his eyes snapping open.

“J-Jacob” He could barely hear her whimper, the sound once again making his heart squeeze in his chest at the phantom pain that seemed to constrict around his ribs. He immediately became alert as her form trembled harder, her teeth chattering. 

“I’m here love, I’m here…” He responded, speaking the words into the side of her hair, hoping they got through to her to bring the comfort she needed. It seemed as if her condition did nothing but worsen as the night wore on, causing the fear and concern that had embedded itself into his heart to spike. The doctor told him there was no guarantee she would make it, and despite the small exposure to the poison she still only had a fifty-fifty chance on survival. If she could just get through the first night, though, fight it out as the poison made its way through her system, then, he said, she would be fine. She would live.

Her moaning suddenly worsened, her body’s trembling starting to resemble violent shaking. Jacob couldn’t help the desperation that began to outline his features. He didn’t know what to do. What was he even supposed to do? Was this how his father felt as he watched the life slip away from his mother? Was this truly how it felt to watch someone die-?

No. He couldn’t think like that, he was not going to give up like that. His jaw clenched as a sense of stubborn persistence embedded itself into his eyes. Despite her worsening condition, he tried to preserve as much heat as possible, discreetly lifting the numerous blankets and crawling in next to his beloved. He hoped his own body heat could provide the warmth she yearned for. It was the last thing he could do to help her, and he could only hope his efforts weren’t in vain.

As he protectively wrapped his arms around her, pulling her gingerly into his broad chest, he noted how her fevered skin could easily mislead from the true suffering she was facing, only feeling how ice-cold she truly felt in her hands and feet. Her trembling and whimpering at first didn’t stop as his hand came up under the covers to pet her hair, continuing his attempts to comfort her. Subconsciously, at least, she seemed to react, the lifeless hands he felt pressed against his chest just barely moving, weakly trying to grasp at his shirt.

  She had always complained before how he was a human heater, and how she sometimes refused to sleep under the covers with him during the summer months. But during the cold nights, she did nothing but cling to him. He would tease her about it, but he secretly loved it. He loved the feeling of holding her peaceful form in his arms. To know she was safe, protected, unharmed. 

His teeth once again clenched together as he tried to keep himself in check, the memories overwhelming him as he instead tried to divert his attention to the present. The hand he had soothingly stroking her hair rested at the back of her head, delicately guiding her to rest in the crook of his neck as he buried his face in the top of her strands. He breathed in her scent, the only source of comfort he had in the somber cabin. 

Evie had tried to console him sometime earlier, but even she knew that her attempts were useless as he did nothing but stay by his lover’s side, waiting for her to wake up. She had also left some time ago to be with Henry at his Curio shop, and he hated how that fact stung him. How he could feel nothing but hateful jealousy. He also knew Evie was saddened to see the woman lying in his arms as much as he did, and he felt selfish in believing he was the only one suffering. But in a way he was, though, both twins understanding the anguish Jacob was currently going through was nothing Evie could ever experience herself.

The familiar feelings of drowsiness began to creep up on him, causing his eyes to snap open. No. He couldn’t sleep. Not yet. He was so afraid that if he did, that when he woke up…

He bit his lip, the familiar ache in his throat coming back with a vengeance. He squeezed his eyes shut again, but it was no use. His internal battle was finally lost, a few tears steadily making their way down his cheeks to soak the pillow beneath him. His quivering lips couldn’t help themselves as they mumbled into her hair, his arms tightening around her. 

“You can’t leave me now…” he faintly demanded like a child, his voice cracking as he finally let his emotions slip. As if to answer him, the woman he was cradling emitted a drawn out whimper. The sound only caused more tears to fall, Jacob at least trying to keep his breathing under control as to not disturb her. 

He could feel the drowsiness grow stronger the more he lied with her, but he still fought it off as he once again began stroking his lover’s hair, switching off to caress her face with his fingers in hopes of willing away the whimpers from her lips. He knew nobody could see him, but he still sniffled as he wiped the wetness off of his face. He felt it was a useless notion, knowing that his face was not bound to stay dry for long. The only reason he was trying to keep his tears at bay in the first place was because he was afraid. He didn’t want to accept the fact- to give in to his emotions, and believe that there was a chance she might not be with him anymore. 

Unbeknownst to him, his body began to relax as exhaustion from the day’s events began to take over. His eyes remained closed once more in an attempt to stem the flow of tears, his thoughts alone provoking his glassy eyes to threaten to overflow again. At least his idea to share his body heat proved to actually be beneficial, as for the most part, the woman’s trembling had been significantly reduced. He only wished he could ease her suffering though, knowing she must still be in a state of great pain.

His breathing unconsciously steadied itself to slow long breaths, his mind finally nodding off despite his heart screaming at him not to. For a moment he tried fighting with himself, fighting with his eyelids to stay open. He couldn’t, he had to be there for her… she could leave him… he needed to…

     She was fine a moment ago. She was right there, talking to him. Smiling at him. What happened? Why was she now limp in his arms?      “Love, look at me! Open your eyes!” He pleaded, his lover barely answering him as her eyes opened a sliver.      “I-I’m fine, Jacob…” She tried to console, a faint smile coming to her lips. Jacob just shook his head.      “Just stay with me, alright? I just need you to keep listening to the sound of my voice.” Jacob rushed out, the concern evident in his tone, his hazel orbs frantically trying to find the source of his lover’s distress. Why was she so pale? Look so void of… life?      Her eyes suddenly closed, any semblance of life finally leaving her form as her body went limp in his arms. Panic and despair instantly exploded across his chest.      “Love! Don’t do this! You can’t do this! Not yet!” He shouted, his hand coming up to rest on her cheek, lightly tapping it in a vain attempt to wake her.

Nothing.

     He became desperate. Shaking her, his breathing suddenly labored as he shouted out her name, multiple times. His voice became hoarse, trying, searching, looking for any sort of reaction. Mentally he hadn’t accepted it, but his heart already had, his face contorting into a grimace as the tears randomly appeared without his consent, falling without remorse down his face. He unconsciously began rocking back and forth with his lover in his arms, the sobs already wracking his body.

     He finally laid his head in defeat on her chest, a scream of despair erupting from his lips.

He woke up with a start, gasping as his hazel orbs frantically took in his surroundings. The train car. He was in the train car. The familiar squeaks and screeching of the metal wheels grating on the tracks greeted him as the train continued on, the room swaying just slightly from side to side. It was just a nightmare. His breathing was rapid as he finally realized the contents of his dream were untrue. 

Well, at least most parts of the horrible nightmare were untrue, his face scrunching up as his brow creased in despondency. The familiar pangs of guilt and despair faintly made their way back again as the dull ache settled in his chest. He could feel her still form against his side, but nonetheless he looked to his left to see her sound asleep, looking more peaceful than ever as she lied on her back. 

The blinding sun streamed in from the windows outside, her face perfectly illuminated. He was unsure if it was the sun bleaching out the color of her skin or just the fact that she had been so sickly, but she practically seemed to glow. This prompted a thought to suddenly pop into his mind, however, his years of seeing death suddenly causing a wave of anxiety to fall upon him. The air of the cabin was already cold as it threatened to permeate the blankets enveloping him, but it seemed to physically still as something dawned on him. A chill inevitably went down his spine. She wasn’t making a sound.

Fear made his eyes instantly go wide as a vice-like grip squeezed at his heart. His hands threatened to tremble as he brought one of them up under the covers to take hold of her chin, delicately moving her face towards him.

“Love?” He asked cautiously, the panic easily detectable in his voice. His eyes danced across her form, looking for any sign of life, his mind so clouded with fear that he was unable to tell if she was even breathing or not. 

No response. His breathing started to grow rapid again as he lightly tapped her cheek, much like he did in his nightmare-

He shook his head back and forth, physically indicating his denial of the situation as he propped himself up on his elbow. He still maintained his hold on her chin, now a bit more firm as a sense of despair mingled in with the desperation that was evident in his features.

“Love, Love please-“ 

“Please what?”

A weak hand shot out and feebly grabbed onto his wrist, his mind just barely able to recognize this fact as he froze, trying to register the groggy words he just heard. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, she peeled open her eyes, at first having to consistently blink them in order to get used to the bright train car. The first thing that came into focus was the sight of Jacob, lying across from her. What caused a spark of worry to ignite in her own self, however, was seeing the emotions clearly splayed across his face.  He also hadn’t made a sound, just staring at her in concerned incredulity. 

“Jacob?” She softly said, hoping to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. It seemed to do the trick as without warning he instantly gathered her in his arms, squishing her against his chest as he buried his face in her hair.

The woman nearly yelped in surprise, but still being rather weak she just allowed her eyes to widen as her mouth parted in shock. The last thing she could recall was being in blinding pain as she went in and out of consciousness in Jacob’s arms. The sound of his voice soon wasn’t enough to keep her awake as her body shut down from the agony. She could understand how that must have not been a fun time for him, but surely he would have known that he had no reason to worry? She had never seen him in such a state. He had been concerned for her well being before, of course, but not like this. He wasn’t making a sound, but his unsteady breathing and shaking was all she needed to know that he was crying. 

In an effort to console him she meagerly wrapped her arms around his muscular shoulders, not used to seeing the strong, confident Jacob Frye reduced to a mere puddle of emotions. How long had she been out to make him like this? Surely he didn’t think…? Oh, no. She finally put two and two together as her mind backtracked to being woken up, to seeing his face for the first time.

  “Jacob, I’m right here. You didn’t actually think-“ She tried to soothe, but was cut off by the broken voice of the master assassin.

“I didn’t know what to think.” He managed to get out through his tears. As he cradled the woman in his arms, she remained silent, for words were unnecessary to respond to his distress as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her nose was ice cold against his skin but he could care less, for he was able to feel her breathing gently against his neck. She also somehow managed to bring up one of her hands to run through his hair, the action causing him to be unable to suppress the blissful laugh that blurted out of him, sounding more like a sob than anything. She was here, she was alive, she was going to be okay. 

“It’s going to take more than a bit of poison to bring me down.” The woman stated confidently, and despite her frail state, the solid resolve in her voice reverberated through Jacob’s being. He could easily believe the words too, but he couldn’t help it. She was his world; she made his life feel full of nothing but vibrant experiences, and she had already created so many joyful memories. The thought of that being ripped out of his life honestly scared the shit out of him. 

“That might be true, but you still gave me quite a scare.” He admitted, his tears finally starting to ebb as he wiped at his face. 

“I know… I’m sorry.” She whispered as she placed a feather-light kiss on his neck. The action alone caused a smile to upturn Jacob’s lips, his form pulling away slightly to return the affectionate gesture by giving a gentle kiss to his beloved’s forehead.

“Don’t be, we’ll worry about it later.” He mumbled in a tender tone, his gaze full of nothing but adoration as he looked upon her face. She was still rather pale, but she at least had some semblance of color unlike yesterday. 

She merely smiled back at him, understanding what he was truly concerned about instead. For once she didn’t argue with him, seeing the need to get better as well. This both concerned and relieved him. He tried not to overthink it too much though, instead just enjoying the moment as he went to lie down next to his beloved again. 

Any remaining tears on his face were wiped away by her free hand as his head rested in front of hers. He easily felt how cold the digits still were, however, and seeing as this unsatisfied him he grasped her hand away from his face, instead placing it against his chest where his heart was, his own hand completely covering her own. She let out a soft giggle at his actions, causing him to hum in contentment, his eyes closing as she still insisted on running her other hand through his hair.

Upon noticing the true smile that finally spread across Jacob’s face she couldn’t help but look at him with a loving gaze, happy to know he was no longer worried. She knew he adored it when she played with the strands, her hand tugging on the chocolate locks from time to time. When he couldn’t sleep she would do this, or if he was becoming annoying from being too rowdy. He was like a puppy as he would instantly quite down, becoming like putty in her hands as he obediently sat and allowed her to play with his hair. 

Her condition soon prevailed in being unable to be ignored for too long, however, her body unfortunately beginning to tremble again from all the heat that had escaped the warm cocoon the couple created. 

Jacob instantly recognized her form quivering, the concern he felt earlier starting to creep back as his eyes snapped open to fall on her. 

“Cold?” He asked, despite already knowing the answer. The concern he felt tugged at him as he noticed her cheeks were still flushed with fever. She might have been awake and alert, but that didn’t mean she was anywhere near out of the woods yet. 

The woman only nodded in response, her teeth on the verge of chattering. Jacob wasted no time to pull her in closer to him, his hand rubbing up and down her back in an effort to create some heat. His eyes couldn’t help but to glance back at the dying embers lying in the fireplace as well. He would need to get that going again. 

“Let me go start up the fire-“ He began to say, motioning to leave the bed, but he was unable to even finish as a pair of hands firmly grasped onto his shirt, preventing him from moving.

“Screw the fire. You’re hot enough.” She stated, snuggling into his chest as she got comfortable clinging onto his form. She wasn’t lying either, for it didn’t take long for the heat radiating off of Jacob to begin warming her up again.

“Oh really? Am I now?” Jacob suddenly teased, the woman cracking open her eyes as she realized how suggestive her words sounded. She merely sighed at her own mistake.

“Don’t even start.” She warned, sending the younger Frye twin a playful glare. Perhaps it was appreciating the lighthearted moment, or finally acknowledging the seriousness of the situation had lifted, but Jacob couldn’t help the overwhelming sense of happiness and relief that flowed through him. His lips remained permanently stuck in a smile at seeing the woman he adored starting to come back to him. Without any warning he affectionately pressed his lips against her own. 

Her reaction was immediate, and feeling how weak she was as she tried to kiss back caused him to be ever the more careful, his hand coming up to cradle her head in hopes of helping her out. She hummed into the kiss, indicating she approved of his actions, but Jacob knew better than to continue on. He parted his lips from her, albeit rather unwillingly, for he knew in her state the last thing she needed was to be exhausted, already seeing she was becoming short of breath. 

Upon seeing her pout at him promptly stopping he couldn’t help the short laugh that escaped him, his lover looking nowhere as amused as he did. Along with mirth, though, the adoration he held for her glistened in his eyes as he fondly met her gaze. He caressed the hand he had still pressed against his chest with his thumb.

“I love you.” He said tenderly, his low voice husky. The pout on his beloved’s face was quickly replaced by a compassionate look of her own, especially as she took in his words.

“I love you too.” She quietly responded, softly smiling up at Jacob as her affections for the man quickly went on display in her features. She nuzzled into him, the romantic action causing a sense of peace to wash over him.

He couldn’t even think of living in a world without the woman before him.

The Caregiver

I don’t expect this fic to get nearly as many notes as my first one (thank you guys so much by the way my week was literally made to know so many of you enjoyed it) but I can only hope once again I did Jacob’s character justice as I’m still getting used to writing him in different scenarios. Depending on how the response to this fanfic goes I might start taking requests :D

Haha I hope you guys like some super angst with a side of fluff. Also my apologies for the sucky ending

Warnings: Mild death? Can that even be a thing? I don’t think there are any for this other than Angsty!Jacob but if there are that I don’t recognize don’t hesitate to let me know.

Word Count: 3,973 

((Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader))

Summary: The reader gets poisoned while out on a mission and Jacob refuses to leave her side as he acts like a super concerned puppy baby who’s racked with guilt again Jacob pls stop fukin up

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The Victim

THIS IS A REBLOG FROM THE ORIGINAL POST. To find the ending, please see All's Well That Ends Well tagged MW: Victim sequel

Warnings: Graphic Violence (just to be safe), blood, drowning, extreme feels, possible death

((Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader))

Word Count: 5,601 SO LONG PLS STAB ME

Summary: Jacob and the Reader finally confess their love to each other, but perhaps a little too late as they go on a mission that takes a turn for the worse. 

Also: I’d like to call this an interactive one-shot, and to understand what I mean by that please see the end of this work for notes once you’re done reading :)

Not a soul could be seen lining the dim streets. Night had fallen long ago, leaving only an unnerving blanket of silence. The night sky was swollen with storm clouds, the pallid glow from the moon barely getting the chance to break through. Perfect.

The only disturbance around her was given by the soft footfalls of her feet, cushioned by the ice-covered cobblestones. She watched as random flecks of white danced down from the sky to cascade around her. She reasoned the storm, along with the cold, was what kept most sensible people inside tonight. The white mist dissipating from her lips was another casual reminder of the frigid temperatures nobody else but her was currently forced to endure. As angry as she wanted to be at that fact, she didn’t mind, knowing why she was out here in the first place. 

The sudden rattling chorus of hooves and squeaky wheels notified her of the occasional carriage that passed her by on the street, signaling even with the snowfall London refused to sleep as people still tried to go about their business. This worried her for a moment, but it seemed that her anxiety had no cause, for her lone form was the only thing to be seen standing before the abandoned bridge she was to rendezvous at. Well, nearly abandoned that is. 

She could just make out his figure standing near the railing of the bridge. As she made her way towards him, she already knew he was aware of her presence despite not acknowledging her arrival yet. The crunching ice under her feet saw quickly to that. He only turned when she neared him. 

His long black coat and hood easily shielded him from the elements, but the ever-present smirk on his face was instantly recognizable to her as she came to a stop in front of him. She couldn’t help but to give him a somewhat flirtatious smile of her own.

“You’re late” the master assassin stated, his deep voice practically husky as he spoke quietly to her. Despite there being no people around, the streets of London could easily carry their voices for blocks; especially on nights such as these, with barely any carriages about to cover the sounds they made. The woman tried to keep this in mind as she kept her playful grin, a sly look crossing her features.

“Actually, I’m on time. You’re early. What, couldn’t wait to see me?” she cleverly responded, her eyes alight with mischief as she hoped to give the master assassin a taste of his own medicine. It seemed for a moment she might have done just that as she watched Jacob chuckle lightly at her remark, looking down for a second before once again meeting her gaze.

“Well, love, your guess is as good as mine. But we’ll worry about that later in a nice warm pub. For now lets get the mission over with.” Jacob suggested, his eyes only leaving her form to look over the ledge of the bridge. For a moment, the woman wondered if he swiftly switched topics on purpose, but the first part of his words left such a warm feeling beginning to buzz in her stomach that she was too distracted to properly analyze what he was saying.

It had been like this between them for quite some time, the obvious flirtation, the tension between them so thick that even Evie was starting to chide Jacob on his obvious love interest. She only knew about that as she had accidentally caught her teasing the younger Frye twin when she went to go see Jacob on their train. He of course tried to play it off naturally, but there was no doubt that she now knew there was some reciprocation to the feelings she had for the man.

She had to force herself to not get lost in her thoughts and to keep her mind in the present, knowing it was no time to zone out with her fantasies about the man before her. He was relaying vital information she already knew, but it was still necessary to hear to ensure she wouldn’t forget. Just below them was the river Thames, and they were destined to go on a boat raid tonight as the weather provided more coverage than usual. That meant this raid should be relatively easier than previous ones, but the sparkling white blanket that began to cover the decks of the boats could also prove dangerous if they weren’t careful. That, and the thought of falling into the icy river this time around could be lethal in and of itself. 

“So, think you can keep up?” Jacob teasingly questioned as he finished going over the mission, his smirk flirtatious as he stared at her. The words didn’t faze her as she kept her eyes locked on the river in front of her, still trying to ensure she heard everything Jacob had just explained. The only evidence she gave that she had been listening was the cunning smile that couldn’t be helped at his coy remark.

“Do learn to shut up, Frye.” She responded, her tone lighthearted to indicate she was also giving him a hard time. She would expect nothing less if she heard another carefree, questionably flirtatious comment from the assassin at her words, preparing to pull herself up onto the ledge they were standing by to jump onto one of the many boats passing below. Before she could even properly position herself to do so, however, what the master assassin managed to say next instantly rooted her to the spot.

“Why don’t you make me?” Jacob’s warm, low voice boldly offered, the woman suddenly having to swallow hard at his words. They weren’t too far away from each other in the first place, her body turning to see his form only a foot away, if anything. Once she saw the mischievous glint in his eye coupled with the full on flirtatious smirk he was wearing, her sudden surprise was replaced with a mixture of emotions. 

Was this it? Was this the queue she was looking for? Was this the invitation that Jacob had finally plopped down in front of her? Her uncertainty threatened to dominate her thoughts, but her sense of happiness quickly trampled the emotion as she suddenly felt a boldness of her own sweep over her. No, no more of this. Two could play at his game. It was time for her to test him.

She made sure to flaunt her impish grin at him, fighting against her hormones screaming at her to just kiss the man already- 

Her form closed the space between them. She looked up at him with a haughty gaze, matching the cocky smirk the assassin proudly wore. He was probably assuming she was merely going to throw another snide remark his way before running off. Oh, how wrong he was.

“If that’s what you truly want…” she trailed off, her words barely above a whisper, yet suddenly heavy as they indicated a deeper meaning. Her tone went from sassy to soft, the playfulness in her gaze fading as it was replaced with hesitation. Her eyes flickered down to Jacob’s hand, watching as he did the same, before she tentatively went to intertwine their fingers. There was no reluctance as the man reciprocated the action, giving her a boost of confidence as she felt him lock her hand in his own.

The normally self-assured master assassin suddenly felt an unusual wave of anxiety and anticipation wash over him, unable to help himself as he swallowed thickly. He was not expecting this. He hopelessly tried to calm himself, hyperaware of his emotions as he nearly lost all control when she grabbed his hand. And oh God the sudden way she had begun to stare at him-

Their lips were mere centimeters apart; their hot breath tickling each other’s faces in the freezing cold. He noticed she was about to say something, probably some witty remark to finish off what she was saying earlier, but he could care less as he couldn’t take it any more. His eyes darkened as he instead opted to cut her off with a response of his own.

His lips crashed against hers; hard, desperate, as he showed her that yes, this is was what he truly wanted, more than anything. His hazel orbs closed as his hand slipped out of her own to come up and cup her cheek, his other hand at the back of her head as he took control. 

Wow, her eyes practically closed the moment she felt his lips embrace her own, her head turning slightly to deepen the kiss. Her mouth had of course opened from the surprise of Jacob’s actions, which she quickly realized had allowed him to easily slip his tongue inside the cavern of her mouth, her body relishing how his practiced tongue danced with and dominated her own. She could feel herself being moved unconsciously backwards from the force of Jacob’s kiss, though, her back only taking a moment before bumping into the concrete railing of the bridge. She paid no mind, however, enjoying the dominance he displayed as her hands somehow found themselves snaking around the man’s neck. 

Unfortunately, it seemed their moment of passion was forced to come to a rushed close, for all too soon the pair was rudely reminded of the aggravating need of oxygen.

As they broke apart their hot panting created a misty haze that surrounded their face, the snow that fell between them melting practically on contact. She felt him move the hand resting at the back of her head to her other free cheek, his cool fingertips welcoming to the sudden fire that had begun to spread across the sides of her face.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” the younger Frye twin suddenly mentioned, still panting as he looked down at her tenderly.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” the woman could only retort, sounding breathless as she gave him a giddy smile. It seemed her happiness was not exclusive as she felt Jacob’s chest rumble with a chuckle, kissing her once again as his laughter passed from his lips to her own. The woman inevitably erupted into a fit of giggles due to the action, causing the couple to break apart, Jacob instead resting his forehead against her own as their smiling lips brushed up against one another as they released their mirth. 

Jacob pulled away once his laughter began to quiet down, wanting to take in the face of the woman he could finally call his own. Doing so allowed him to notice how his lover’s eyes were suddenly bright with the sparks of love, her gaze holding nothing short of adoration, and it was all for him. The thought alone made his chest tighten with an uncontrollable amount of happiness. The moment just felt so right, so perfect, the both of them completely unbothered on the bridge with the sparkling flakes falling softly around them-

“I love you.” He suddenly blurted out, the words falling off his tongue before his mind could even register what he had said. He went rigid, and it had nothing to do with the cold. His eyes anxiously scanned the woman’s face, his mind instantly regretting the outburst as a sense of panic trickled through him, especially when he noticed her smile falter-  oh please, no.

All of a sudden it was back. Her smile was brighter than ever as she giggled again, burying her face in his chest as she wrapped her arms as tightly as she could around him. He nearly sighed in relief, his hands snaking around her lower back as he watched her look up, resting her chin on his chest.

“I love you too.” she happily responded, causing his heart to practically soar as he couldn’t help the joyful laugh that escaped him. He gave a peck to her forehead, relishing in the blissful moment they were currently sharing.

Oh, how he wished it could just go on forever too, but a sudden glance over the river Thames gave him the only reminder he needed as to why they were here in the first place. He groaned in annoyance.

“Damn this blasted mission…” the master assassin grumbled, sighing in disappointment. The woman merely glanced where he had across the river before giving him a comforting smile.

“Let’s just get it over with. Like you said, we can worry about this later in a nice warm pub.” She suggested, mocking the words Jacob had spoken earlier. He merely smiled slyly at her words.

“I think a nice warm bed might be better.” he teased, and his smirk broke into a full blown smile in watching her gasp at his suggestive comment. He quickly took that opportunity to once again steal another kiss, no less passionate than the first, but unfortunately so much shorter as he made sure to abruptly pull away.

“Now, don’t make me have to come save you.” he said smugly as his form finally unlatched itself from her own, leaving her to stand there in a daze, a chuckle escaping him as he jumped onto the ledge behind him. In one swift movement he expertly landed on a passing cargo boat below. 

For a moment she merely continued to stare at his form slowly moving away while she still stood on the bridge. It only took a moment for her to come to her senses though, her gaze turning into a heated glare.

Pompous fucker.

She quickly followed suit, jumping off the bridge and onto a boat that was travelling right next to the one Jacob had chosen. Oh, she would make sure to get him back once they were through with this. He should learn not to start a fight he would be unable to finish. Let the games begin she thought, a smirk once again finding its way to her lips.

The sudden turn of events with her relationship with the assassin helped fuel her adrenaline, but she made sure to clear her head of any distracting thoughts regarding the man as she followed along behind him to get to the ships belonging to the blighters. They were on a mission now. One she refused to mess up.

She was unsure if Jacob was thinking similar thoughts, but either way they stealthily made their way onto the blighter’s boats with no issues. He must have put his desires to the side for the moment as well as he continuously proved his role as a master assassin, taking down any thugs that happened to be in their way without sounding the alarm. As she set the explosives to the designated cargo she couldn’t help but think how easy he made it look, how in one swipe he had targets slumping to the ground and-

Footsteps. Heavy and fast. Was that running? So far their mission had truly gone off without a hitch, her fingers just finishing up rigging the last stack of supplies, that is, until she saw Jacob run past her position. 

“Time to go!” He merely stated as she immediately became aware of the shouts of anger trailing behind him. If Jacob Frye said it was time to go, it was time to go. She didn’t even need to look back to know there was probably a hoard of blighters he had managed to piss off. Why wasn’t she more surprised by this?

  No matter, it wasn’t her main concern at the moment as she suddenly heard gunshots, hearing a stray bullet embed itself into the wood much too close for comfort on either side of her. She cursed under her breath as she made deft work in following Jacob’s footprints on the boats and miscellaneous floating cargo, making sure to jump and land where he did and never letting his back leave her line of sight.

“Can I go on one mission with you without it ending with us running for our lives?!” She angrily shouted over the next few gunshots aimed at them. The immense amount of adrenaline pumping through her veins allowed her form to easily keep up with the man, hearing his cocky chuckle at her question despite his back facing her. Ugh, what an ass.

“My apologies, love!” he merely shouted over his shoulder in a carefree tone, the woman almost unable to hear him as the sudden explosions behind them roared across the river. At the exact same moment, she went to jump from the moving cargo bed she was running across to the stationary tugboat docked at a landing stage; she was supposed to then follow the stage as it would lead her out of the port and into the streets of London. Oddly enough, it seemed she was not destined to come into contact with the deck of the tugboat.

She was unsure if she had become startled by the explosions, or if the slick snow was to blame, but she barely registered hearing a gunshot and feeling a searing hot pain in her side as she suddenly found herself submerged in what she could only describe as a frozen hell.

She must have been just shy in reaching the edge of the boat, her body going still as she was completely saturated in the frigid water, chilling her straight to her core. 

It was oddly silent as her mind took a few seconds to register what just happened. Once the shock faded, however, her reaction was instant as she forced her body to move, panic easily taking over. She rapidly found the water felt more like syrup though, the cold relentlessly sucking the energy out of her muscles. Her form vainly tried to create some semblance of swimming, yet the moment she managed to make a successful attempt, a stabbing, acute pain in her lower right side instantly forced her to stop as she let out a silent cry of agony. 

She tried to see something, anything, but she was only greeted by a murky darkness as she did her best to ignore the pain, kicking her legs with all her might in a desperate attempt to reach the surface. Air. She needed air. 

She was unsure how long she was already under the freezing cold water, but it honestly didn’t matter as mere seconds completely immersed in the chilling waves felt like ages. All she knew was that by some miracle her face finally managed to break the surface of the water, but she was unable to cry out for help as the need for oxygen became more important as she tried to gulp in the bitter night air. She briefly heard screaming, explosions, before she was gone again, sinking back into the terrifyingly still depths as the pain in her side dragged her down. 

Her brief inhale was not enough, her attempt to breath more so coughing out the water already in her lungs before she could take a proper intake of air. With her limbs stiff at this point, coupled with the sharp pain at her side, she was forced to stop thrashing in a desperate attempt to save herself. So cold. It was so cold.

This was it. This was how she was going to die. Her body was no longer able to move as her lungs were already burning from the lack of oxygen that was just out of her reach. Through her poor eyesight she could make out the light above her, but it was just too far, she was right there yet she couldn’t-

Something broke the silence. How far was she from the surface? Something wrapped around her wrist, a tug, a great tug, and suddenly the water rushed past her until air. Her body instinctively coughed and spluttered as her head broke through the water, whatever was grabbing onto her wrist suddenly taking her from under the armpits and effortlessly hauling her onto solid ground. The air somehow felt warm now, much like the presence by her side. There were hands touching her, rolling her onto her back.

“Just take deep breaths love! Just breathe!”

Jacob had no time to spare. The night itself was already relentlessly cold, yet here she was drenched in the subzero water. He got a taste of it as he had to submerge his head and arms into the water to drag her out. He would have taken her up in his arms and made a run for it, knowing she needed help as soon as possible, but it was not an option at the moment. 

An unbridled rage welled up inside him at seeing her practically coughing her life up at his feet. Never before had he been so overwhelmed by the urge to kill. His mind went blank as he acknowledged the approach of the last few blighters that made the fatal decision to still tail them.

He stood from his kneeling position beside the woman, a vicious snarl erupting from his throat as his protective nature went into overdrive. The three blighters that were left, initially zoning in to attack the assassin, suddenly hesitated at seeing the feral state the man was in. Jacob was blind to all of it as he took a man by his coat and threw him over the side of the deck in one easy motion. He was out for blood.

 No sense of mercy was left in the assassin as he dispatched the last two blighters, slapping the gun pointed at him out of the coward’s hand before shoving him into the river with his foot. He never let the last thug even react as he drew his own pistol and shot him point blank. He couldn’t waste any more time.

Without a moment to spare he turned in her direction, noticing her shaking violently, and she had moved herself so she was clutching at her side in agony and- wait, why was she...

His eyes grew wide, his body physically unable to breath as he became choked with horror. 

Crimson. A beautiful ruby red, leaking past her fingers to pollute the water that pooled around her.

No.

His legs couldn’t move fast enough as he sprinted the few steps back to her, fear instantly clawing at his heart as he already tried denying what he was terrified to find out was true.

No.

His knees nearly buckled at the despair that slammed into him. The bastards had shot her.

NO.

“Love! Love, can you hear me?! Open your eyes!” he pleaded, his voice nothing short of desperate as he dropped down beside her and frantically gathered her in his arms. Her teeth were chattering so badly he was honestly afraid it might cause her teeth to fall out of her head. Yet, by some miracle, she did as he asked, some form of relief finding him for the briefest moment as he watched as she weakly blinked her eyes up at him.

“J-Jacob…” she barely mumbled, causing said man to clench his jaw. Her body was practically seizing from shaking so hard. She wouldn’t last much longer out here. And the blood, the blood, he had to suck in a breath to keep himself in check at seeing the stain steadily growing across her side. No, she would not leave him like this. Not now. Not ever.

“Stay with me, love. Keep your eyes open, we’ll get you help in no time.” He said in a stubborn tone that refused to believe she were to perish now, yet his eyes flickered over her form in a frenzied rush. There was no hiding the distress and alarm that caused his hazel orbs to glaze over. 

He had picked her up as gingerly as he could, yet he had to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment at hearing her whine in agony. Her freezing form lied limp against his chest, and he could care less that she was sopping wet, partially soaking his own clothes with her blood along with the stinging cold water. Her head slumped against his shoulder as he practically flew out of the harbor and towards the main streets, her body resembling nothing more than a rag doll in his arms. 

He didn’t think he could ever recall a time in his life where he had run so fast, the night air harshly whipping at his face, his hair still dripping with the polluted water of the Thames. He paid no mind to it though, his breath coming out in misty pants. The hospital was still quite a few blocks away, and knowing this threatened to cause him to lose hope, wondering if she could make it. He urgently tried dashing such thoughts from his mind, but he could clearly hear her whimpering under her breath, and each time she did he could feel a painful stake get hammered deeper and deeper into his heart.

“I’m s-sorry…” he suddenly heard her mumble, making his heart stop as he could literally feel the blood drain from his face. The terror he felt was shadowed by the stubborn resolve he had to see her live, unable to help the resentment that crept into his voice along with the concern that dominated his tone.

“No. Don’t you dare start with that.” He commanded, leaving no room for argument. Even if she did want to argue, there was little chance of it happening as by some heavenly miracle, just up ahead through the falling snow Jacob saw the golden lights of a carriage turning down the street. A green carriage. 

“ROOKS!” he screamed in absolute desperation, his voice echoing down the street at how loud he yelled. He was sure to have woken at least a few people up on the block, but he didn’t care. There was a man and a woman driving, both immediately turning their heads at the sound of their leader’s voice, his terrified voice, something they would have never imagined to hear. They were of course greeted with the sight of Jacob running at their carriage at full speed, and if that didn’t prompt them to skid to a stop then the sight of the bloody woman in his arms sure did. 

It was the female rook who jumped down from the driver’s seat, swinging open the door to the carriage with a quiet “heaven ‘ave mercy” that Jacob barely heard as he came sprinting up to the godsend carriage. 

“St. Bartholomew’s, now.” The assassin hastily ordered in a stern tone, not even sparing a moment to look at his comrade as he clambered into the carriage with the woman protectively in his arms. He didn’t need to look back to know his ever-faithful ally quickly did as she was told, slamming the door shut and barely swinging herself back up next to the male driver before the carriage set off to its new destination.

Jacob made quick work, trying to ensure the woman was as comfortable as possible as he delicately placed her form on the floor of the carriage. She was already so pale, the outline of her lips beginning to turn blue. He had no idea if the symptoms were due to the cold or blood loss, but either way he had to take a deep breath to compose himself as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. He would not cry. There was no reason to cry. He couldn’t help the flash of anger he felt at the small voice in the back of his head chiding not yet at least, his obstinate mentality forcing himself to refuse to believe that the woman before him was about to be taken from him. 

In normal circumstances, Jacob wouldn’t even think about stripping the woman before him in such a fashion, but there was no room for modesty as he removed her outer clothing, the material now practically turned to ice due to the frigid water. His coat was still relatively dry, only the sleeves still damp as the leather had not dried yet from being dunked in the river. He hoped it wouldn’t make a difference as he basically ripped his coat off, wrapping it around the woman’s shivering, weak form. 

The hand she had limply placed over where her wound was located was removed as he placed his own hand there, a cry of pain erupting from the woman’s lips as he did so. 

“I’m sorry love, I know it hurts, I know.” He tried to console. He would never want to be the source of pain for her, but it was a necessary evil in this situation as he would rather risk putting her in pain than having her bleed out on him. He was taken aback a bit at the sudden sound of her voice.

“You were n-never one, to be gentle…” she managed to softly mutter, a faint smile on her lips as she looked at him. The fact that she was trying to lift his spirits, despite the amount of pain she was most likely in, made his heart break more than if she were to have gone silent with whimpering. He was barely able to respond with a smile that never reached his eyes.

“I can when I want to be. As soon as you get better, I’ll make sure to show you.” He promised, and despite wanting to keep his tone lighthearted, he was unable to help the crack in his voice as the last of his words left him, his eyes starting to go glassy. The woman of course knew their little game of pretend was a hopeless failure, but that didn’t stop her from still trying. 

“Ever the c-charmer…” she could barely respond, giving a feeble excuse of an eye roll. Before Jacob could respond to her smart remark she suddenly moaned in agony, inviting another wave of concern and panic to wash over him. Her breathing was but short, rapid puffs, and there was no use in denying how she was slowly becoming more and more disoriented. She ultimately had to squeeze her eyes shut due to the pain, which Jacob could understand, but when she didn’t reopen them after a few seconds Jacob was barely aware of his own breathing increasing.

“Love, look at me. Don’t close your eyes.” he instructed, his other free hand coming up to cradle her cheek. Upon contact her eyes fluttered open once more, but this time it didn’t leave him with any sense of relief. 

“Boss! Bart’s just up ahead!” A sudden shout from the front of the carriage alerted Jacob, a sudden pang of hope overpowering him.

“We’re almost there love, just stay with me!” the assassin announced as his anxious gaze never left her, the desperation in his voice stronger than before as he refused to believe she wouldn’t make it. There was still a chance, there was still hope. 

“I will… I’m, I’m always going to be with you, Jacob.” She responded, and despite the word’s intention to be comforting, he felt anything but as they instead produced a feeling of despair. She shouldn’t have to say those words, let alone have the thought of saying them. 

“Darling, I only want you here, with me, in the flesh.” Jacob persistently replied, not wanting to give in to the scenario that she was implying. How had it come to this? It felt like just seconds ago they were back up on the bridge, her in his arms, smiling, safe, in love. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Was this life’s idea of a sick joke? They should have been wrapped up in each other’s arm, but not like this. 

His hold on her subconsciously tightened as his throat grew tight. He had nowhere near enough time with her. That thought alone forced his eyes shut as his face contorted into a grimace. They couldn’t take her away yet, please, not yet, please, I’m begging you, don’t take her away, not yet.

She could barely keep her eyes open, her skin cool to the touch as she gave the fresh snow outside a run for its money with how white she had become. She was starting to go numb to the world, unsure if Jacob was still holding her or not. Somehow she was still aware enough to pick up on the feeling of something wet dropping onto her face, something warm. 

“If that’s what… you truly want…” she mumbled in response to Jacob’s request, unaware if her words could even be properly heard. All she knew was that the pain in her side started to grow dull, her vision growing hazy as the multitudes of colors and sounds started to become garbled together. 

Her body felt heavy, was someone picking her up? He was yelling her name, yet she was unable to respond back. Darkness had already begun to creep around the edges of her vision, the last sights of the world coming to her.

The night was so beautiful. Through the fog she could just barely make out the white blotches dancing down from the sky. She wished she could keep her eyelids open to watch them, but they were just so heavy.

 Everything had become a blur now, her eyelids finally closing as she could still hear the sound of his voice. He was still screaming at her, yet she was unable to decipher what he was saying. 

An odd sense of peace came over her. She could no longer fight the drowsiness that was insistent on winning her over.

Then darkness finally came, along with the ever-comforting sound of his voice. 

And then there was  nothing.

The Victim

So I finally finished this beast of a one-shot. I originally meant to post it like a week ago but it literally took on a mind of its own as I wrote it out. My apologies if the writing isn’t the best, this week has not been kind to me but I wanted to get this posted for you guys!

Warnings: Graphic Violence (just to be safe), blood, drowning, extreme feels, possible death

((Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader))

Word Count: 5,601 SO LONG PLS STAB ME

Summary: Jacob and the Reader finally confess their love to each other, but perhaps a little too late as they go on a mission that takes a turn for the worse. 

Also: I’d like to call this an interactive one-shot, and to understand what I mean by that please see the end of this work for notes once you’re done reading :)

Keep reading

[myrooks]

omg!!!! Welcome back!! (and happy new years~)

HAPPY NEW YEARS !

Omg I missed all you guys, thank you so much for welcoming me back c': My formatting is ass so forgive me as I remember how to use tumblr again

[myrooks]

PSA

Uhm okay after further review I have realized two of my stories aren't linked properly anymore which are The Caregiver and The Victim.

PLEASE PLEASE DM me or send a message if any of you guys find other stories where the link is not working!! I will be working on reposting those ASAP!

[myrooks]

This account still some what active ??

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now it is. oop.

Hiiiiiiii I'm back everybody !

[myrooks]

Aye you guys I got plans to help y’all get through this quarantine by answering more asks and potentially posting an update for Hush A Bye Baby

Aw yeah bby I def don’t plan to abandon that work just yet. I’m actually on the front lines over here though working in the ER on top of having like 3 essays due for online classes this week so just a heads up I probably won’t be active until next weekend, and may still be sporadic until May. I’m praying we don’t get massive patient surges but only time can tell.

On a positive note,

Happy Easter !🐣

Please enjoy yourselves, religion aside paint some easter eggs cuz idk how that relates to the holiday anyway and its super fun, make some cookies, maybe bake a bunny cake. Stay safe and healthy!! Jacob can’t have fun with you guys if you’re not !!

[myrooks]

Okay, okay. Had a thought I'd like to hear your thoughts on. Jacob falling in love with one of his initiates as an Assassin?

Jacob  is definitely a reckless human and a walking disaster so don’t get me wrong he definitely had some solid physical fitness sessions with some initiates if ya catch my drift heh

But that said, that’s about as far as those went. Given the lessons he learned from Roth, Jacob also knows better as a mentor than to break someone’s heart or lead them on. ( It’s funny, really, as throughout the game we think Evie is the one who needs to worry about feelings compromising the mission, when in reality it ends up being Jacob who learns this lesson after his time taking down Starrick )

That said, yes: I don’t think Jacob would end up falling in love with an initiate for the same reasons Evie was hesitant to get with Henry. He’s afraid that due to their line of work there will be a day he isn’t there to save them. They’ll be a second too slow. He will be a moment too late. 

He will eventually be with someone, yes, but this is also one of my personal headcanons as to why Jacob never officially got married (as far as we know) I don’t think it had to do with his sense of not being constricted by rules; rather he didn’t want the weight of potentially breaking someone’s heart due to his death. It’s much easier for him to be the one in the line of fire. Then it’s all on him if he gets in danger/gets hurt. But if someone such as his wife/partner died? Jacob knows better. That’s something that this fearless gang leader could probably never survive ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Take the poor man’s father for instance: it took him literal years to get over Cecily’s death. And who do you think inherited most of that?  

[myrooks]

Hello! Can you make some headcanons where Jacob find out that his love is a virgin? Like it was supposed to be their first time and he was sure that his love already has an experience?

*Cracks knuckles*

THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE EXCUSE TO WRITE THIS-(( also pssst kinda NSFW towards the end just a heads up you heathens ))

Given he has literally been trained to read body language he will instantly pick up on the nervous anxiety

No means no to Jacob Frye he will stop all advancements as he h a t e s making a woman (or man in this case) feel uncomfortable

This man does not move without consent

as much as he is a horny corn dog he is also a gentleman alright lets all remember he grew up with Evie

C O N S E N T

If his love is still up for it, he will instantly match their pace

He will also be so honored ?? ??

Will also check 300 times to make sure he is the one his lover wants to give it up to

may cry

will do anything to make them comfortable

I won’t even beat around the bush this beefcake is a hardcore romantic don’t @ me

yet again let's not forget: CONSENT

let’s all also remember one of Jacob’s prime love languages is touch

oh yeah

body worship

He will gently remove their clothes, oftentimes allowing them to do the work so he knows they feel comfortable

Huge fan of kissing along their skin, starting from the inside of the wrist, going all the way up their arms

the inside of the thigh, trailing up, up, and up-

despite his calloused fingers they would be the most tender they have ever been as they feathered gently down his lover’s torso, caressing through their hair or along their scalp, as he wants them completely comfortable

Foreplay absolutely comes first, ensuring they explore their body from the basics and he can gauge how sensitive they are

He refuses to let them try pleasing him

nope no and no

He knows they can repay him later

Alright nah for real he is dead set on ensuring the first time is the best time

The amount of self-control the man will exuberate is mind-blowing

If a woman, he will low key be terrified of hurting her

slow and gentle thrusts, rolling and rocking his hips slowly into theirs as excruciating as it may be for him as he knows how sore they will be in the morning

Fingers are 100% interlaced throughout, and he will be sure to be able to see their face at all times so he can know they are basked in nothing but absolute pleasure

Will make them once again feel nothing but comfortable throughout and reassure all is normal

Extremely attentive

Supremely tender

Will smother them in kisses before, during, and after

Won’t stop until he feels them finally climax and become undone beneath him

(( Jacob is a high key alpha and will definitely want to be on top in this situation and in full control js ))

MMMMMM now give me the request to do some post-sex cuddles aka THIS MAN’S FAV PAST TIME ITS LITERALLY THE !! BEST !! PART !!!

[myrooks]

idonia-dovahkiin‌:

Awesome! Thank you, for letting me know. And I freaking love your portrayal of Jacob, by the way. How could anyone send you (anon) hate? Honestly?  With the way you write him, he just seems so…real? In character? Lovable? My heart and mind do weird things when I read your posts about him. And I read them multiple times. Willingly!

I there anywhere specific I can submit this “idea?” I actually started writing it, but ended up taking a…break. Anxiety and depression, don’t ya’ know? However, with this new job, I hope to get back into writing it. And doing more research on Jacob and Victorian times! (Seriously, if you look at my book wishlist, there’s nothing but Victorian Era books.)

I do love this idea and my OC – far more than any other that I’ve had. She’s just so…good, and she can grow into a better person. Ya’ know?

P.S. – It’s okay – you are not the worst. Shit happens. I’ve met far worse. I used to work in retail. ;)

HEHEH ME TOO retail was dark days for me ahah. HNNNGGG alright let me just be frank here in saying you have absolutely made my night alright DM ME RIGHT NOW (( I also have a discord if that’s easier ))

If you would like, you can always submit too!! Whichever is better for you, I promise you I’m not picky !

Requests are open? Would it be all right if I share a fanfic idea (or rather plot bunny) with you? I don't know if it falls under "god-modding" though.... It's rather long. Damn shower thoughts.

Yes !! Requests are most certainly open! Don’t ever feel afraid or hesitant to submit an idea to me though, I certainly promise you if it doesn’t follow my rules at all I’ll simply let you know !! You can’t really know until you try, right? c:

The only thing that could ever upset me is genuine anon hate which I never post anyway. I love to let the haters lie in wait in wondering if I ever receive their messages anyway hueheuehue 

P.S. - I am so so so so sorry for responding to this so late I am literally the worst human being

[myrooks]

as a lady doctor, you've seen pretty bad stuff. But not as worse as Jacob Frye, who'd just escaped a scuffle with a few fighters- well, he called it a scuffle. You groan and reach for the bandages in your cabinet. "Tell me how you got into this... scuffle again?"

    –- “ Well, several blighters against two of my rooks can’t possibly be a fair fight, can’t it? ”

Oddly, the man was being genuine for once- albeit with a hint of mischief swirling about his hazel hues. The corner of his lip perked up into a knowing smirk, that devilishly handsome smile near-threatening as it tickled along his lips.

     “ I’m not one to sit around and watch. If someone chooses to act like a wanker, then I may as well teach them some manners. ”

With a snort of his own- followed by a curt grunt of paint- the Assassin plopped himself into the table sitting in the middle of the room. He loathed hospitals, but only because you were the doctor seeing him, Jacob begrudgingly trudged himself here, knowing the best care in the city was currently taking care of him. Given that notion, the flare of pain in his side went silent as a spark of something permeated his gaze. Tenderness, perhaps? Softness, maybe.

Either way, the blossom of scarlet along the man’s side did nothing but make your hands move faster in grabbing the necessary supplies, finally placing it next to his sitting form on the table. There was always Agnes back at the train. She has certainly patched up worse cuts than the scrape the man sported now. But dear heaven above, did he hope you would never realize this. 

Ever so gently, his digits came to rest over yours, faces mere inches away, the candlelight flickering off golden irises as they stared straight into yours.

     “ But for the record, it’s not my goal to make you worry. As much as I love reserving time in your schedule, I would much prefer it over a drink ...  not over a few stitches.”  

[myrooks]

Requests are open? Would it be all right if I share a fanfic idea (or rather plot bunny) with you? I don't know if it falls under "god-modding" though.... It's rather long. Damn shower thoughts.

Yes !! Requests are most certainly open! Don’t ever feel afraid or hesitant to submit an idea to me though, I certainly promise you if it doesn’t follow my rules at all I’ll simply let you know !! You can’t really know until you try, right? c:

The only thing that could ever upset me is genuine anon hate which I never post anyway. I love to let the haters lie in wait in wondering if I ever receive their messages anyway hueheuehue 

P.S. - I am so so so so sorry for responding to this so late I am literally the worst human being

[myrooks]

First, I just want to say, I am in love with this blog already! It's amazing and your writing is so good! 💜 and second, can I give Jacob a kiss? (Or several? This sunshine boy needs more lovin'.)

     -– “ You can kiss me however many times you want, love. ”

The broad-shouldered Assassin did a signature saunter towards you, the hint of musk gently enraptured around him as one may dare say he purposely stepped just one too close- a muscular arm shooting out, grasping your waist, pulling you close- 

          “ … I think I could always use some more loving. ”

heh. well. there’s your answer I guess. But thank you !! asfdagsdjhabskj this manchild aside you guys don't know how happy it makes me to know my writing can inspire such joy in some of you guys. It really does help me to know that my writing is genuinely enjoyed by people in the world :')

[myrooks]

Freddy wasn't sure how yet here he was, with Jacob Frye, acting just outside the law again. Abberline was leading the assassin down a narrow ally behind a factory next to the Thames, he could hear the clink of Jacob's weapons from just behind him. He tried not to focus on the exciting slide of leather on leather. The ally took a sharp turn where it opened to the river bank but the slick stone took Freddy's foot from under him and sent him toppling towards the six ft fall to the dark water below.

He should have seen it coming, he should have warned him, 

but of course he didn’t.

The master Assassin wouldn’t lie, he had grown accustomed to working with Evie, to not have to worry about his partner- so much he became ignorant of how narrow the strip of walkway was, how slippery it could be to the average person, all accumulating to Jacob suddenly feeling his heart jam it’s way into his throat, his eyes growing wide the instant he watched his dear friend topple over-

“ -FREDDY-! ”

Thank God for his strength. 

The man’s reflexes and fluid step work were almost superhuman in the way his lone arm shot out, a burst of adrenaline shocking his system as within milliseconds his iron grip was grabbing a fistful of the man’s jacket. He barely registered his other hand digging its digits into Abberline’s leg, just barely catching him in time, tugging at the force of gravity, yanking him back over the edge, slamming his back into his chest-

The sheer force of Jacob tugging him back so hard sent him tumbling back with the velocity, a clumsy dance to the cobblestone, the Assassin barely feeling his back slam into the ground. The hazel hued man was stunned, really, not even acknowledging how tightly his arms had spontaneously wrapped around Abberline’s body, his form literally sandwiched against his chest on the ground.

The Assassin’s chest rose and fell with hard breaths. Silently, he dared to glance up.

     -– “ ... Do me a favor, never do that again.”

[myrooks]

Ok though for real the laptop is up and running !! I am finally fully back in service. I will be going through my ask box this weekend so y’all better prepare yourselves hueheuheu

[myrooks]

OPEN STARTER

-– “ I’m back. ”

              .... “ Care to tell me where all my Rooks have been hiding? ”

[myrooks]

This is another thingie I decided to finish. JacobxFem!Reader again, based off the prompt below. Sorry not sorry? U h if y’all want a fluffy sequel for this anguish ya gotta let me know by the way as being totally honest here idk if it’s worth writing?? ? But turns out I love using prompts as inspiration so if you guys want to submit any feel free !! 

i have LOVED you ever since i can                                                                ( r e m e m b e r )     & i will love you still long after i                                                ( FORGET ) …

                                                                            …..                                                                                            …..

There was nothing but stillness in the air. Like a bated breath that refused to escape, an impatient anxiety that clearly sat and waited. 

The sun itself almost seemed to try and reach in and wrap its bright rays upon the scene, as if it would illuminate the true darkness that hovered about the train car. But even with the light gracing its presence upon the sunken forms surrounding the bed, the morbid tension could never fade.

One could find about as much life in his eyes as the figure lying still on the bed. His normally bright and daring hazel hues were hollow, despondent, and cold. But they never left her form. Not once. His fingers permanently remained cemented in between hers as his body remained rigid and alert. He was waiting, merely waiting, with a silent abandon to see her wake again. There was an unwavering hope there, one that prevailed in keeping him vainly by her side. 

And yet, her pale figure lied there. Ignorant. Completely comatose to the world, time itself seemingly forgetting her existence… until now, that is.

A lull of an engine chugged in the background. 

The hint of musk- the sudden awareness of the breath slowly filling and exiting her lungs. 

It was almost as if it was instinct, really.  

A large breath filled her body as her mind was suddenly slammed back into reality. The pattern of her breathing changed. Her form felt the foreign, cotton sheets enshrouding her immediately-

-and a hand.

 A very, very memorable hand intertwined with hers. It was warm and gentle, but… unfamiliar. And unfamiliar was currently not welcoming. 

Adrenaline shot through her like a drug, nothing but danger at the unknown flashing through her mind. Her lids flew open as her form shot up in bed, and with her instincts going into over drive, her wild eyes scampered across the room to try and spot any immediate threats.

Her hand unintentionally pulled away as she parted her pink lips, yet her jaw only served to drop further as her eyes widened, a sudden onslaught of emotions and reactions slamming into her like a tidal wave as she could barely process it all. She would have screamed, but she had no voice.

 Instead she became numb. All she could do in that moment was compel herself to blink at the two people at the edge of her mattress, watching incredulously as they sprang up in their seats practically the same second she did. 

“Darling- darling-!”

“Brother-!”

The woman jerked him back, for the man didn’t spare a moment to lean in and instinctively have his hands try and cup her face. He was only stopped due to the woman- his sister apparently-  clamping her hand down on his left bicep, instantly sobering him as he went stiff with pained acknowledgement. 

His golden irises bore into hers, and she may not have known them, but she didn’t have to with the look he gave her. It shook her to her very core. She could see it as clear as day. It brutally tore him apart. 

The woman could see how his muscles were taught with strain- it taking every fiber of his being to have his large, burly form slowly sit back down into his chair as his hands twitched. She could see it now… she could see how it killed him to have to sit there and merely watch as she stared back at him with nothing short of fear and confusion. But his bloodshot eyes never left hers. Not once. And that was when it clicked.

Those eyes.

… She knew those eyes. 

And that fact terrified her.

“-Where the hell am I? Who are you people?!”  She finally managed to choke out, but her voice was groggy and harsh. How long had she been asleep for? How long had she been here? She couldn’t help in feeling more frantic by the second as she continued to crawl back until her spine hit the wall. These people- they looked familiar, and apparently they seemed to know her, but she obviously didn’t know them. She had no idea what was going on, and she wanted to know why it seemed she was the only one in the room who had no idea what was going on.

Seeing her brother properly sedated, the sister finally felt comfortable enough to remove her hand from his arm. However, it was then the woman noticed the sorrowful look the sister gave her, almost as if she was still mourning something. That same despair, it was not relative either- for it frigidly stared right back at her in his eyes as well. But his gaze... it would forever hold something over her. She could see it from the very moment she woke, that ever present anguish- found in the same gaze that currently stared at her as if she was his whole world crumbling apart before his very eyes.

“You’re on our train. And you’re safe. Do you not… do you not remember us at all (Y/N)?” 

Now that certainly got her attention. She called her by name; said woman instantly locking her sights onto the female sibling. Despite the despondency that lingered in her azure gaze, she could see the smallest spark of hope outlining her features. It was all beginning to come together, and the more it did, the more sick she became. 

“-Do you not remember me?”

But then came his voice. Deep and unwavering. She couldn’t help but halt her thoughts, shifting her gaze towards him. But the moment her eyes locked with his she regretted it. She was completely enraptured, her vision falling into those shimmering golden irises that seemed to spark to life at the singular hope that the one word he prayed to hear would spill from her lips…

She could barely take it. It was as if she was feeling her own heart snap in two at being able to see the overwhelming anxiety and vain hope that squeezed viciously at his own heart. All she could do was stare at him, her features slowly creasing with regret as her lips parted as if to apologize. Her timid gaze flickered between him and his sister, and she didn’t know why- it was as if looking to the female sibling would provide her with the comfort she suddenly so desired. Of course, no such comforting came. In the seconds that passed nothing but bitter silence was held in the air. 

He suddenly squeezed his sunken eyes shut- painfully so, nodding his head before letting it hang between his shoulders. The pair of siblings had gotten their answer, and feeling the instantaneous and agonizing pang of disappointment, the woman watched as the sister too, glanced down towards her brother, reassuringly squeezing his shoulder before managing to stand and step away. 

“… I will return shortly with the doctor.”

She could only sit there in overwhelming silence. The soft footsteps faded as her throat suddenly felt unbearably tight and dry, and oddly, her gaze ultimately came trailing back to those vaguely familiar broad shoulders.

Heartbreak. Absolutely nothing but heartbreak had wrapped its unmerciful hold around him in an iron grip. She may not have a clue as to what was going on- but she knew the man before her was in immense pain, and oddly, it caused anguish to pierce her own heart like a dagger, the breath being choked from her lungs as she could instinctively feel the suffering he was going through. 

She wouldn’t lie. He was honestly familiar, and yet he wasn’t. It was the most disturbing thing, as if her mind and heart were in some immense discord. Her head told her she should stay silent, still wait for answers on what was going on, where she was, and what was happening, but her heart, it told her she didn’t need those answers. She knew him. And that was all that mattered. 

His head hung in indistinguishable defeat between his shoulders. It was then she also noticed how his taught forearms rested on top of his knees, his knuckles white with how tightly his fingers curled into his hands. 

She practically choked at the sight. She nearly whimpered at the twist in her stomach the image of him caused. She couldn’t take it.

The bed creaked, but being so lost in his depression it wasn’t until the faintest touch upon his curled knuckled finally sparked some reverie, the muscular man snapping his head up only to be suddenly greeted with the sight of her staring so worriedly back at him.

“... N... (Y/N)...?” 

“I can’t remember anything,”

The words blurted out between parted lips. They should have left him broken, hopeless, a shell. But how the desperation burned in her eyes. It flickered brightly above the intense emotions that swirled deeply within her gaze, making his form still in the silence as he anxiously watched her continue.

“I’m so sorry, that I don’t know anything at all... but please, please...”

The man’s eyes were frantic, waiting with bated breath as he hung on to each word. It may have been the most distraught he’s ever seen her before him, heart beating against his ribs as it was now his turn to watch the pain crease her brow, her voice turned into a pitiful plea.

“-Tell me I’m right when the one thing I could never forget was just how much I love you.”

[myrooks]

Just a small tidbit but I kinda have a personal headcanon in regards to Jacob’s outfits that he most likely switched to his outdoorsman outfit as he established the Rooks, and most likely stuck with that outfit in his early twenties HOWEVER I totally believe around 25-26 (maybe later even) he switched to his master Assassin outfit given we see him wearing a vaguely similar outfit in the beginning of Jack the Ripper.